Immoral men capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder...
The girl in this book-Tina Mayhew-is the victim of her unscrupulous uncle and the evil people he causes her to become involved with. At fifteen, Tina finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
WHIPPED YOUNG NIECE-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
With a groan, the skinny, heavily tattooed man fucked his cock to the hilt in the dark-furred cunt.
"Oh Jake," the woman sobbed, shaking a head of yellow-blonde hair with brown roots. "Oh God, Jake, fuck that big prick all the way up my pussy!"
Pale, pasty legs waved in the air to either side of the man's bare back. In horrified fascination, fifteen-year-old Tina Mayhew watched the man's skinny butt pumping up and down over her mother's naked body. With the orange-haired stranger's legs spread wide, toes clawing for leverage on the rumpled sheets, and Joleen Mayhew's thighs wrapped around his waist, the innocent young girl had an unobstructed view of his prick plunging in and out of her mother's pussy!
Her head swam. Her mother was making mewling, plaintive noises, as though she was in pain. Tina could see how she would be-that ramrod stiff prick was at least ten inches long! It looked like the foot-long hot-dogs she used to get at the state fair. But then that tremendously long pole of cock slid with a sloshing noise straight down into her mother's cunt, and the bearded pussy lips splayed wide apart to take the rampant prick in. And when the stranger had driven every inch of his huge prick home in the oozing snatch, Joleen Mayhew locked her legs around his back and squeezed, grinding upwards with her hips to fuck herself even farther onto that titanic cock!
The girl chewed her knuckles. She didn't understand this at all. She knew what was happening, well enough-the gaps left by the rather sketchy sex education classes she'd had had been filled in by the other kids at school. But she didn't understand!
How could her mother be rolling around like ... like some kind of animal, while a complete stranger-to Tina at least-mauled her big floppy boobs with his hands and poled his long, nasty cock in and out of her sucking cunt?
Tina was sure of one thing. It was the most disgusting thing she'd ever seen!
School had let out early that day. Some senior in chemistry lab had gotten rowdy and careless, and the result had been he'd unleashed a billowing cloud of reeking hydrogen sulfide gas. Though the stuff was deadly poisonous, the lab had been cleared of people before anyone inhaled enough to be harmed. The dense cloud had spread over Walter Williams High School, however, and classes had been called off for the day to clear the rooms out.
Normally when she got out of school, Tina Mayhew went over to one of her young friend's homes. Her mother didn't like her hanging around the house in the afternoons. Her friends' parents seemed almost too friendly to the pretty blonde-haired teenager, as if they were sorry for her.
Wait! she thought. She felt color rush into her cheeks, the way it had when she first tripped down the hallway and peered into her mother's room to see Joleen, bare-ass naked, tugging an equally naked man toward the bed by his outsized cock as though it were a leash. That was why her mother didn't want her home in the afternoons! That explained the solicitous smiles, the sorrowful headshakes of her friends' parents. Her mother wanted her out of the way so she could screw around with strange, nasty men!
Tina was aware of a deep sense of betrayal. She had only felt it once before, when as a chubby nine-year-old, with her flaxen hair in pigtails, she had been told her Daddy wasn't coming home anymore. She had been little more than a baby then, unable to comprehend the talk of bombing raids into Cambodia and surface to air missiles. All she'd known was that her beloved father had abandoned her.
She learned better, of course, learned that her father had been the unwilling victim of a war he hadn't believed in. She had even come to forgive him.
"Oh, Christ, let me feel that big dick!" her mother cried from the bed. The stranger had his hands between their sweaty bodies, kneading her boobs like masses of bread dough. Tina could see faint blue lines of veins on the white skin of her mother's tits. The man was licking the side of Joleen's neck as he fucked her. "Cram that cock all the way to my tonsils! Oh Jake, fuck me hard!"
Jake. So that was his name, Tina thought, and realized she'd heard her mother cry it out before, when with a trembling hand she'd guided the narrow head of his prick to the dripping lips of her cunt. She felt tears straining to escape.
The springs of the bed were squeaking rhythmically. Standing in the doorway, Tina smelled the sharp tang of sweat-and something else. A thick, spicy odor that made her pert nose wrinkle.
"My cunt!" her mother cried. "My cunt is dripping wet for you! My pussy's getting ready to come, Jake-come in my pussy!"
Tina shook herself. Her knees felt weak. So that was the smell-it was her mother's rank, horny cunt. She looked back at the bed. Jake was fucking her mother faster now. The furious pistoning of his big cock was throwing up a fine spray of clear fluid. Cunt juice, she thought. My mother's nasty pussy oil is getting all over her butt, all over her lover's matted pubic hair. It was even getting on the sheets, the teenager thought agitatedly.
Joleen started chanting, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Tina squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her hands to her ears. It couldn't be real. She knew her mother had been going to pieces over the last six years. Knew she was an alcoholic-was that a half full bottle of bourbon on the bedside table? Knew that Joleen Mayhew had been keeping some pretty undesirable company since the death of her husband.
But not this-never this! Tina knew sex was evil, disgusting, dirty-and here she was, having it proven to her before her eyes! But no, her mother couldn't do that. She couldn't!
Tina opened her eyes slowly. Her heart sank. There it was, the same awful, obscene spectacle she'd shut off from her vision before. Hesitantly, she took her hands from her ears.-
"Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuck--" her mother was gasping, slurring the words together into a long, uncontrollable prayer of passion.
Jake was doing his best to obey. He felt randy as a stallion. The whiskey in his stomach acted as fuel to his lust. He slobbered all over her white neck. The woman's large jugs felt like pillows in his hands, pillows topped with small, hard buttons of nipple that throbbed and burned in his sweat-slick palms.
His cock fucked noisily in and out of Joleen's pussy. It wasn't as tight as it could have been, but she knew how to use it! Her agile pussy muscles were playing the lengthy prick like a musical instrument!
The naked pair on the bed began thrashing like beached fish. Tina's eyes grew wide with wonder at the flailing tangle of limbs, her mother's white, the stranger's-Jake's-dark and lean. They fucked furiously. Then, suddenly, Tina saw her mother freeze.
Joleen Mayhew's back was arched like a cat. Her butt was off the bed, holding up the weight of the tall man. Her hands had turned into red-clawed talons on his back. Her blue eyes bulged, staring glassily past his shoulder at the cracked and peeling ceiling.
Tina almost threw herself forward to help her mother. What was wrong with her-was she having a heart attack? The girl had seen a man have a heart attack once, and his eyes had goggled like that. But he had turned a dark purple color. Her mother's face wasn't purple. Instead, a rosy flush tinged her cheeks, spreading out over her whole body!
The frozen moment ended. Joleen's ass fell back to the bed. Her taut legs dragged Jake's hips down with her, imprisoning his staff-like cock in the simmering depths of her pussy.
The bleached-blonde woman found her voice. "YeeeeeeeAAHHH!" she cried. "I'm COOOMMMMMinnnnnggggg! Blow off in my cunt-hurry, fill me with jism while I COME!"
Jake was stiff as a board. His whole body seemed to vibrate. Tina's mother squirmed her hips as she fucked her spasming, cunt around and around that rigid, impaling bar of cock. Then the man gave a guttural grunt. Instantly Joleen arched her back again.
"Come!" she howled. "I feel your come in me! Fuck me full of it-fill me with sperm, you great big fucker!"
Again they began to flop up and down, but this time it seemed to be Joleen who was doing the fucking. Jake just lay atop her straining nude body, clutching her tits in a death grip, staring wall-eyed at the head of the bed. But the force and fury of Joleen's climax was enough for both. Her white buns flashed as she wallowed all over the big bed, with the skinny tall man coming wildly in her cunt.
Strange sensations crawled all over Tina Mayhew's body. They seemed to center in the pit of her stomach. Was she getting ill? This lascivious spectacle was enough to sicken anybody, she thought. As if to prove her point a white worm of gooey come crawled out of her mother's coming, reeking, cock-gorged cunt, and slithered down her butt.
Tina pressed her hand to her belly. No, the unsettling feeling wasn't there. It was lower. She ran her hand down her prim white blouse. No, lower still-there. She felt the odd stirring right beneath her palm.
Then the girl went cold all over. Her hand was pressing the resilient, skirt-clad mound of her cunt!
At last Joleen's climax wore itself out. She lay sobbing for breath, with Jake limp on top of her, letting his long prick marinate in her orgasm-heated cunt juices. He sucked air into his lungs and rolled off.
Appalled, Tina watched the pink lips of her mother's cunt pooch out as Jake's still-lengthy cock sucked out between them. The whole length of the man's prick was indescribably slimed with a mixture of her mother's cunt sauces and his stringy, repulsive jism. Tina's color rose.
The prick head popped out of Joleen's twat. The pussy lips gaped loosely for a moment. A stream of come and cunt juice streamed out. Then the pink pussy lips pulsed once and closed.
The sight sickened the girl. But that insistent itching in her crotch would not go away!
Now that Joleen and Jake were through balling it seemed sure they would look up and discover the horrified teenager spying on them. The thought terrified Tina-if her mother caught her, she'd whip her for sure, and heaven knew what else! But she couldn't move-couldn't tear her eyes from the nude, abandoned people on the bed.
Hers fears were groundless. Without looking back, Jake climbed to his knees and crawled up the bed, lurching from side to side as he tried to keep his balance. Joleen looked up at him dreamily as he loomed above her with his dripping prick dangling beside her face. Her eyes were softer than Tina had seen them for years.
He reached down and took his messy cock between thumb and forefinger. Tina's guts wrenched with a dreadful premonition of what he was about to do. And she was right-he lifted his prick and laid it along her mother's lips!
Joleen made a face and turned away. "Ugh-get it away," she said. "It's dirty!"
Jake grinned lopsidedly at her. "Who made it that way?" he gibed. Joleen tried to get away from the prick pressed against her cheek. Jake reached out and tangled a hand in her hair. He dragged her face back around.
"Here, suck on my dick," he told her, pulling her face into his half-limp prick. He tweaked her pale hair sharply. "C'mon-it'll taste real good!"
He yanked Joleen's hair again, more sharply. Her mouth opened in a little "O" as she squealed in protest. Expertly, the man fucked his sticky cock between her lips.
Tina's knuckles went white where she clutched the doorjamb. Her mother moaned and kicked her legs in the air. Should she help her mother? This dreadful man was forcing his prick into her mother's mouth-it was the most obscene violation the girl could imagine. And just after his cock had been in her mother's snatch, and had gotten all slobbered with his sperm as well! She tried to make herself leap at the naked back, but somehow she couldn't budge.
Jake ran his prick in and out of Joleen's mouth several times, only the first two or three inches of its awesome length. To Tina's utter astonishment, then, a loud slurping sound issued from her mother's prick-filled mouth! Jake tensed as though he'd plugged his prick into a light socket.
"Hot damn, yes," he growled. "That's a whole lot more like it. You sure know how to use that little tongue of yours, Jo!"
In the pleasure of having his prick well sucked, he relaxed his cruel hold on the woman's hair. All at once his prick was waving unattended in the air, and Joleen was sitting across the bed, the soft swell of one thigh hiding the dark thatch of her pussy, her nipples ripe and staring boldly at him like pink eyes.
"What's the big idea?" he demanded. "I thought you were going to suck my cock!"
Joleen's mouth was shiny. Jake's prick arched upward from his hairy crotch and then drooped at the end. It jumped up and down as he started toward her.
"Hold it!" she said. "I'll suck on that gooey pecker of yours till it's hard, if you really want." Jake's Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded eagerly.
"But," the woman went on, evading a clumsy swipe of his hands, "once your prick is nice and hard, you'll put it where I tell you to!"
Jake's beady eyes glittered with lust. "Anything you say," he said hoarsely.
Joleen's hand went back to the bed table, wrapped around the neck of the whiskey bottle. God, Tina thought, she's going to brain the bastard! Jake must have thought so too, because he lifted his hands and started to back off.
Joleen laughed in his face. Quickly she unscrewed the top of the bottle. Then her hand flashed out and grabbed Jake's limber prick behind the head. She crawled over to him, leering and then to Tina's astonishment, upended the bottle over his cock!
Jake jumped and bit his lip. The cheap bourbon stung like iodine. "There, that'll clean all that crap off," Joleen giggled. "Make it taste different tool"
She lunged like a bird of prey stooping after its quarry. Her mouth opened, her pink tongue curled out-and then the wedge-shaped, whiskey-shiny head of Jake's prick disappeared between her lips.
For a minute she held the cock head in her mouth, swishing her tongue around it, savoring the flavor of prime cock and whiskey. "Mmmmmmmm!" she hummed.
Her breath feathered the upper side of Jake's prick. He shuddered violently. Spittle flecked the corners of his mouth.
Joleen shook her head from side to side. Then she let go of the cock to ask, "Like that?"
"God ... yes!" Jake whispered.
"Good!" She opened her mouth and steered the hardening cock back into it.
A tear ran down Tina's cheek. Her mother was just a nasty slut, after all. She was going to suck on Jake's prick willingly. And her pouring booze all over the cock made it all worse-adding perversion on top of perversion. The girl wanted to die.
Then her cornflower-blue eyes did their level best to turn into saucers. Her mother wasn't just wrapping her lips around Jake's ten-inch prick-she was swallowing it! All of it!
Jake drooled like a newborn baby as the kneeling woman, with her heavy jugs hanging almost to the sheets, took his throbbing prick down her throat. like an oily serpent her tongue coiled around and around it every inch of the way. In spite of having just pumped a full load of jism into the woman's greedy twat, he was ready to blow off again!
It wasn't to be that way, though. Eyes gleaming, Joleen Mayhew took hold of Jake's hairy ball sac. He moaned as she squeezed gently. Then he cried out. His whole cock was buried in the woman's throat, and her nose was pushing into his bush!
Tina couldn't believe her eyes. It wasn't the way her mother was degrading herself to pleasure this stranger that made her gape-it was the ease with which her mother had taken that unbelievable cock into her throat! Tina had seen circus sword-swallowers who couldn't have done better!
Cheek's turning into hollows as she sucked fervently on Jake's prick, Joleen began to slide her face back away from the tall man's crotch. The length of the prick as it came back into view was glossed with her spit. There was no sign of the amber whiskey left.
Inch after inch of slender prick slid from between the woman's maddening lips, working his prick like a vacuum cleaner. Then the supersensitive juncture of cock-head and cock-shaft was between her lips. She wrapped her lips over her teeth and bit down gently.
Jake gobbled like a turkey and grabbed the bleached hair with both hands. He fucked half his cock in and out of Joleen's face speedily, six times.
Then his sopping cock was back in the open air, waggling with aching need. It seemed to quiver like a struck tuning fork. "For God's sake, Joleen," Jake choked, "you'll kill me if you stop now!"
Tina's mother laughed at him. "I told you I'd give you head-if you stuck your prick where I told you. Well, I kept my half of the bargain-now you keep yours!" She turned away and flopped onto all fours. Then she fell to her face, with her butt up in the air.
Tina Mayhew felt her world caving in around her. Her mother, her very own mother, was waving her bare ass at the naked man's face. And her eager hands were wrapped around her butt-cheeks, spreading her ass-hole in blatant invitation!
CHAPTER TWO
In a fraction of a second, the awful picture was burned into Tina's brain for all eternity. Her mother on her knees, with her face in the pillow and her butt in the air, spreading the cheeks with her hands while long nailed fingers held her puckered ass-hole open to receive Jake's cock, the bearded clam of her cunt slobbering congealing jism down her legs and onto the sheets. Jake kneeling behind her, his cock sticking up and out like the bowsprit of a ship, and a lustful smile slowly spreading itself across his bony ugly features.
A single thought echoed in the watching girl's mind, up the ass! He's going to fuck my mother up the ass!
And that was what he did. Holding his big cock with one hand, he rested the other on Joleen Mayhew's upturned ass as if judging his aim. The naked woman squealed impatiently and tugged her yawning ass-hole open wider.
The tip of Jake's prick scooted down the crack of her rump. She shivered with excitement. Then the end of the pointed cockhead fit itself into the cup-like opening of Joleen's butt. From the doorway Tina could see her mother's body tense.
Jake's jaw jutted as he applied pressure with his hips. Despite Joleen's eagerness and her fingers holding her poop chute agape, her butt-hole resisted the advance of his cock for a few seconds. Then with a pop the head of Jake's prick disappeared into the taut ring of the ass-hole.
Tina's gasp of horror was drowned out by Joleen's cry of pleasure. "Whooooooo-hah!" she exclaimed. "It feels good already. How I love having your cock in my butt! Shove it up me, big boy!"
The teenager couldn't believe her ears. Not only was the idea of a man putting his erect penis in her anus totally repugnant to her-but it would hurt like hell too! She understood that, dripping with her mother's saliva, Jake's prick would slide fairly easily up that tiny, tight passage between Joleen's snowy ass-cheeks. But still-it was unnatural! A woman's ass-hole wasn't meant to take in a cock-much less one the size of Jake's!
But there it was. Right before Tina's agonized eyes, Jake was pushing his titanic prick right up into Joleen's ass. Once the wedge-like head of his prick had invaded her ass-hole, the nude woman had no trouble relaxing so that the stiff cock slid up her shitter in a smooth motion.
Even without any frills and imagine wriggles, the feeling was fantastic! Joleen could have died from loving the nearly-unbearable sensation of having the walls of her ass passage stretched to the breaking point. And the length of that cock! It seemed to take forever, with her buttocks being forced ever farther apart by the fluid entry of Jake's rigid prick.
Jake, too, was loving the sensation of fucking his cock up Joleen Mayhew's ass. God damn, but it went in easy! Joleen took cock up the ass better than any woman he'd ever seen. Most of them wouldn't even let him near their rumps with that yardstick prick of his! They were afraid it would kill them. Sweat ran down his face. Brow creased with concentration, he watched inch after inch of his hard brown cock travel into that tight, dry ring of ass-hole.
All too soon he was in her-all the way! Tina's eyes were wide and round. Ten inches of cock the orange-haired stranger had-and every last one of them were deep inside her mother's bowels! Buried in the pillow, the look on Joleen's face was hidden from Tina's view. But somehow the girl could feel that her mother was enjoying having that oversized cock buried in her ass!
And the girl was right. Joleen was loving it! It throbbed along her ass channel like a living embodiment of macho. She felt stinging sweat dripping down onto her back from Jake's face. She knew he was loving it too. She knew her ass-hole fit his long prick like a glove, a long, sinuous, oily, and very snug glove. And she knew how to use her ass-hole to make a man beg for mercy!
"Jesus!" The cry was ripped bodily from Jake's lungs. His cock was being crushed! It felt as if he'd fucked his prick into a hydraulic press. Then Joleen, growling low in her throat like an animal in heat, began to surge her hips in a slow, wide roll.
Now the naked woman's ass-hole felt like a cement mixer working around Jake's cock! It felt as though his cock was being ground to a nubbin inside that beautiful butt. But it also felt too good for him to want to stop!
He could have come off like the end of the world just sitting there with his prick balls deep in Joleen's rump. She was that good with her butt-hole. Not only was she circling her butt around the impaling bar of his prick, but at the same time the muscles of her belly were squeezing the entire length of his cock like a tube of toothpaste!
But he had no choice in the matter. A demon of lust sprang into being in the pit of his belly and took control. Almost magically his hips began to move. His cock started sliding out the woman's ass-hole.
If it had felt good going into her butt, Jake's prick felt like sheer heaven coming out! Joleen pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth in ecstasy. Her guts were being pulled inside out by the suction of that withdrawing cock. It was sooooooo good!
Jake felt the elastic ass walls collapsing where his prick had been. Joleen's butt was grasping his prick, reluctant to lose the fullness of it. But gradually it slid free.
Once again Tina Mayhew marveled at the size of Jake's stiff prick and its length! She wouldn't have wanted a cock that size in her pussy, to say nothing of buried in her ass. This whole spectacle was disgusting, anyway.
But if that were true, a small voice asked inside her head, why was she still here watching?
And why wouldn't that insistent itch in her crotch go away?
like a noose of rubbery flesh Joleen's ass-hole slid up Jake's prick. Then it snapped around the notch where the head of his cock met its vibrating shaft like a rubber band. It caught behind the flared hood of flesh crowning Jake's magnificent cock, trapping it. As if it wanted to escape!
"Arrrrgh!" Jake growled as the delicious pressure squeezed beneath his prickhead. That was the most sensitive part of his whole cock, and Joleen's ass-hole was sucking on it like a greedy mouth. "What an ass!"
Once more he was on the verge of coming up the woman's ass. But it was too soon. It couldn't end now-it had only just began! Instead of blowing his wad, Jake grunted and slammed four inches of prime cock up the ready ass-hole with pile driver force.
Joleen grunted as the air was forced from her body. Instantly the breath shuddered back into her lungs, sucked into her by the power of Jake's cock being pulled out of her rectum as firmly as it had been stuck in. "Yaaaahhhh!" she gasped, as he fucked those four inches of cock to her butt again.
He pulled out, and Joleen screamed with pleasure. Then five inches of prick piled into her butt, and was immediately yanked out.
A pattern was emerging that even innocent, naive Tina could understand. Jake fucked the five inches of cock out of her mother's rump and fucked six back in. That came out and seven went in. Then eight on the next stroke, nine, and at last, all ten, driven in from the back of the cockhead all the way to the hilt up her trembling butt. Tina heard a wet smack as his dangling balls slapped right into the midst of the sopping-wet, fragrant pussy.
Joleen began to bounce her body from side to side as Jake pulled his prick out of her butt to begin again. Then he rammed the prick back in-four inches, as before. With machine-like precision, Jake pumped his cock ever farther into her butt, while she literally wept with the raging passion flowing from her well-filled ass-hole!
One white-knuckled hand was pressing the doorframe, holding up Tina Mayhew's weight. Her white blouse clung to her slim body-why she was sheathed in sweat! And her panties were clinging stickily to her crotch. She could feel the fabric stuck between the lips of her virgin twat.
Without thinking, Tina reached up under the hem of her skirt and plucked the fabric out of her pussy. A fingertip accidentally probed into the slot of her snatch. She gasped noiselessly and sagged against the door. It felt as if she'd put her finger in an electric outlet!
A new odor assailed her delicate nostrils. Tina felt sickened to the depths of her soul. It was the bouquet of aroused cunt-her own!
She felt dizzy. What was happening? First her mother, betraying her, and her father's memory, in her very own house-and now Tina's own body was playing her traitor! Against her will, the hand pressed the bun of her pussy. She felt the crisp ringlets of cunt fur through the cloth of her panties. Warm moistness filled her hand.
Of its own free will her slender forefinger snaked down her crotch and up inside the leg hole of her panties!
The tip of Tina's finger touched the slitted mouth of her cunt. Another hundred-thousand kilovolt discharge of forbidden pleasure shot through her trembling young body. A flood of hot cunt oils rushed over her finger.
She stroked the finger along the brimming slash. "God! God!" she murmured. "Oh, God!"
She stuck the finger in. Clinging warm wetness enfolded the digit to the knuckle. She stood there with her hand up her skirt while her finger and her pussy sampled the feel of each other.
Then a delayed reaction of pleasure hit her. Her knees buckled. They thudded on the carpeted floor. Her heart leapt in terror-what if they heard her? She could not have moved to save her own life, except to begin to slip her oily finger slowly in and out of her pussy.
She needn't have worried. A stampede of elephants rampaging through Joleen Mayhew's bedroom couldn't have taken the naked, fucking pair's attention off what they were doing!
After being able to do no more than lie there and savor the sensation of Jake's cock banging more deeply into her ass-hole with every stroke, and squashing her heavy boobs rhythmically into the bed for several cycles of the man's inch-by-inch fucking, Joleen began to reciprocate. Once more she spiraled her hips around that pumping bar of cock. Jake grunted and his thumbs dug furrows in her ass-cheeks as he tightened his grip.
"Get it up, baby," he murmured. "I'm about to come!"
"Anytime," Joleen gritted, her voice partially muffled by the pillow. "Just fuck me hard, lover boy!"
Through a teary haze of involuntary lust, Tina Mayhew witnessed an epic in anal fucking. Her mother and Jake were making the bedsprings creak and the frame groan with protest to the tempo of their furious fucking. And the windows of the room rattled with their gasps and cries of unbridled pleasure!
In and out Jake fucked his rope-like cock. He never once varied from the inchworm pattern of his fucking. At every thrust of his prick he drove it deeper into that greedy ass-hole, until his balls drowned in the slithering morass of Joleen's cunt.
All the while her ass was in constant motion, and her belly was sucked in to exert awful pressure on the plunging prick. It was hard to even keep conscious, to say nothing of maintaining the maddening regularity of his fucking-but Jake did. Heroically, manfully, he fucked his big prick in and out of Joleen Mayhew's churning rump. And then they came.
Tina felt as if a hand had closed around her windpipe, and her heart fluttered in her chest like a captive bird trying to escape its cage. She had never felt anything remotely like the sensations washing like tidal waves over her nubile, inexperienced body. She knew it was wrong-as wrong as the torrid session of perverted, illicit passion taking place in her mother's bedroom. But she couldn't have stopped fingerfucking herself for anything in the world!
Then a piercing scream buffeted Tina's ears. Driving her finger to the hilt in her boiling pussy, Tina saw Jake hammer his cock into her mother's ass hard enough to lift her ass off the bed. In an instant he withdrew his prick, only to ram it infull length! While the girl watched and masturbated, Jake began pistoning all ten inches of his mighty prick in and out of Joleen's ass-hole, while the naked woman writhed and screamed as though she were on fire!
Joleen was coming! It was a ringing pleasure in every nerve. Her body tied itself into knots, wriggling around the cock so relentlessly spearing her butt. With no cock to vent the fury of its climax on, Joleen's pussy tunnel seemed to be coiling and twisting like a snake, slobbering cunt juice all over her bare legs.
But her ass-hole-oh God! Waves of orgasm coursed along its length as though it were a pussy. And each contraction milked Jake's cock harder and harder, till crimson lights danced before his eyes and a pleasure so intense as to be painful pulsed in his prick.
His big cock had spat three bursts of jellied-fire jism up the woman's ass before he realized he was coming. By then all pretense of exactness had been abandoned-he had no thought but to fuck that lovely wanton ass-hole full of pleasure and hot sperm!
It was getting harder for Tina to breathe. She stared fascinated as Jake fucked his tremendous prick in and out of her mother's spasming ass-hole as easily as if it were a wet pussy! Then she saw ropy strands of whiteness sliming the length of the thrusting cock. The stuff coated the tangled coarse fur at the base of his cock. And the girl realized, Jake was coming in her mother's ass!
She would have been disgusted to the core. But then she came too. Her pussy walls collapsed around the probing feminine finger like a falling building, and then the top of her blonde head came off in the first orgasm of her short life. She closed her eyes and wriggled her skirt-clad hips around the self-impaling finger as her cunt exploded in a thousand wonderful sensations.
"Your commme!" Joleen screamed. Her words were lost-she had turned her head and now her face was thrust full into the pillow. It felt as though her straining nipples would set the bedclothes on fire, so hotly did pleasure radiate from the blood-gorged nubbins of her boobs. "Your come is filling my ass!"
It was doing more than that, Jake reflected groggily. His own belly muscles were working like a pump, squirting what seemed to be gallons of his seething jism into Joleen's anus. Already his sperm had filled her ass-hole and more. The white stuff creamed out around the plunging stalk of his prick. Her ass-hole looked like the mouth of a rabid dog, smeared about with foaming come. The stuff rolled in fat drops down her half moon ass-cheeks, and the backs of her plump thighs.
Tina wasn't aware of any of this. The pleasure of climax had been too much for her. She lay on her back in the hall, with her legs up in the air and her skirt up around her hips, plunging the fingers of one whole hand in and out of that insatiable, soaking cunt of hers! Her first-ever orgasm had been followed by another, and another-she just couldn't stop coming! She didn't want to!
In the bedroom, Jake collapsed full length along her mother's naked body. His cock, buried to the balls in her now-quiescent ass-hole, was going slowly limp. He lay there for a long moment, reveling in the satiny feel of her skin, the warm full nearness of her, the tightness that still surrounded his spent prick. Then he rolled off onto the bed. His cock bent as though it were made of rubber, with one end disappearing into the come-slobbered portal of Joleen Mayhew's ass.
Then it came free. Come slewed from the slack butt hole before it closed up again. Joleen sighed and rolled onto her side. She wiggled up against her lover, pressing her boobs against his bare chest. Her nipples were still hard, demanding.
"Let's have a drink," she smiled, reaching behind her for the half-empty bottle of whiskey, "and then let's play our special game!"
Eyes agleam with a lust barely abated by the furious orgasm he'd just had, Jake nodded.
Tina would never know how long she lay on her back like a dying beetle, waving her pale, high-stockinged legs in the air as the intolerable flames of passion waned inside her pussy. Her fingers were in her pussy, her thumb outside and lying across the tawny-forested mound of her cunt bun, as though she were reaching up inside her spent, slimy pussy.
She was totally exhausted, as exhausted as though she'd just run a mile. Or more, perhaps. For her first real encounter with the hard realities of sex had worn out her soul as well as her lovely young body.
At length she pulled her hand from her cunt. It came out with a sound like someone lifting his foot out of mud. She bit her lip to hold in a gasp-damn, it still felt good. How could you do such a thing, part of her asked-but another part of her wanted to know, why did you wait so long?
She shut her eyes tiredly. She was wise enough to know her life would never be the same. She might still intellectually disapprove of sex, and even emotionally shy away from it as dirty, nasty, and degrading. But for how long a time would she be able to do without it? She felt as if she had never been fully alive until that blinding moment when orgasm first lit her body.
Would the craving for sex possess her? she wondered fearfully. Would she become like her mother, rutting on a shameless bed with a virtual stranger?
All at once she stiffened. What was that sound? For some time she'd been away of a commotion from the bedroom, and urgent, fevered voices crying out incoherently. She had paid little attention-Jake and her mother were still going at it like minks, she had thought. But that noise-There it was again. The unmistakable smack of leather on-on flesh! On bare, naked, helpless flesh! The sound of the blow was followed by a sobbing cry of pain-in her mother's voice!
Tina was on her feet in an instant, peering around the doorframe. What she saw took her breath away.
Her mother was on the bed with a rough, hairy rope knotted around her wrists and tied to a leg of the bed. Two angry, broad welts crawled across her buttocks. And Jake was standing grinning over her, raising his belt to hit her again!
Tina stood frozen. Even after all she'd seen, this defied belief. This was no game. The tall, gangly devil had gone berserk-her mother was in pain-in danger!
Shiny tracks of tears glittered on Joleen's cheeks. "Please-don't hit me again!" she pleaded. The empty bourbon bottle lay by her heaving flanks.
Jake took aim. Joleen shut her eyes.
With a terrible cry, Tina threw herself through the door and launched herself straight at the naked man.
CHAPTER THREE
Jake staggered with the full weight of the hysterical teenaged girl on his back. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her legs clamped his waist, and she was clawing at him with long-nailed hands. "Goddammit!" he howled. "What the hell is going on here!"
Tina was screaming at the top of her voice. "Mommy, Mommy, get away, I won't let him hurt you anymore-run!" The naked woman was lying on her side, staring in amazement at the battle.
"Yeeeeah!" Tina yelped. Jake had swung blind with the belt. It had connected with the girl's thigh, bared by her skirt riding up her hips. She drummed her heels against his sides. He cursed viciously, swung, connected again with a loud smack!
"Tina!" her mother yelled. Tears had made dark tracks down her cheeks from her heavily-mascaraed eyes. "What the hell are you doing home?"
Wildly, Tina thought this was an inappropriate way to respond to her rescue attempt. "Get loose!" she managed to say, clinging to Jake's back despite his best efforts to dislodge her. His skin felt odd, clammy. The feel of a naked man between her bare thighs was disturbing to her.
But she had no time to think about that! Jake was groping for her behind his head. A coarse hand brushed her face, grabbed. Tina sank her teeth into it.
"Yeeeeeeeooooowwwww!" With a convulsive heave Jake doubled over abruptly. Tina sailed neatly over his head. She landed on the rumpled bed-squarely on top of her naked mother!
The breath woofed out of Joleen's body. Her daughter rolled off her and lay as if stunned by her side. "I'm sorry, Mommy," she mumbled apologetically. "I did the best I could."
"Sorry!" The sharpness in her mother's voice made Tina jump. "I'll make you sorry, you interfering little brat!"
Tina gasped at her mother's face. It was even whiter than its usual pasty shade, and her eyes were slitted with fury. Her mother was mad at her!
"B-but-" she stammered. Something jabbed her in the side. She reached behind her and her hand came up with the emptied whiskey bottle. With a terrible suspicion beginning to grow in her mind she looked from it to her mother.
Then she gaped in astonishment. Her mother's hands were free! The rope, one end still tied to a leg of the bed, lay curled around Joleen's bare butt.
"God damn!" Jake gritted. "The little bitch clawed me up. Hey-wait a minute!" He bent down, shaking his head, and ran his hand around his back as far as it would go.
"I'm wet," he said. "I've got damp stuff on my back." He brought his hand up and sniffed. An expression of amazement crossed his homely face.
Looking up at him, Tina felt her arms grabbed from behind. She turned her face to be met with a blast of alcoholic fumes. "You're gonna pay for this," her mother said blurrily. "You'll learn to bust in on grownups like that, you stupid little twat!"
"Mommy-why are you talking that way?" Tina's voice was shrill with fear and incomprehension. "All I was trying to do was help!"
The blonde adolescent was sitting slumped against her mother's side. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed. Striking like a rattler, Jake bent down and snatched her panties right off her slim hips with a loud rip. He held them up to her nose as she gasped with shock and outrage.
"I'll be damned!" he exclaimed. "I don't believe it, but I was right. These pants are wet. Sniff 'em. The little bitch was turned on-she must have been watching!"
Tina felt nails dig into her arms. "You filthy, spying little slut," her mother hissed boozily. "You nasty, awful little girl! How could you do a dirty thing like that?"
Tina opened her mouth. But she found she couldn't answer.
Jake tossed the panties contemptuously aside. "I don't know about you," he told the naked Joleen, "but right now I plan to skin that little cunt alive. Jump on my back, will you? You like to clawed the hide off me!" He leaned forward, reaching out with hands like red spiders.
Tina cringed away. "Mommy, help me!" she squealed. "Don't let him touch me, Mommy!" But instead of helping the girl, Joleen Mayhew clutched her arms even tighter.
The naked man grabbed the hem of Tina's skirt. He tugged at it. She screamed. Her eyes fastened on his lanky prick-hard and stiff when she had burst through the door, it had deflated rapidly as he had to divert his attention from the game he was playing to coping with a sudden attack. Now it was starting to harden, growing up from between his skinny thighs.
With a mighty wrench he tore the skirt from the adolescent's waist.
"Nooooooo!" In spite of himself, Jake grinned lewdly at the girl's abrupt half-nakedness. Her skin was creamy-pale with a hint of pink. The triangle of cunt fur tucked between her neat thighs was dark blonde. Around the slit of her cunt it was matted and still damp with aroused pussy sauces! He leaned farther over, stretching out a finger at her pussy.
Tina writhed in her mother's grasp. She had tried to cover her nudity from the big man's lusting eyes-and her mother wouldn't let her! And now Joleen held her firmly to keep her from defending her vulnerable pussy!
The girl kicked at Jake. He warded the blows easily. She clamped her thighs and rolled onto her side; her mother yanked her onto her back. Jake put clammy hands on her legs and pried them apart.
"Aaaaaah-" A groan ripped from her lips as the fingertip encountered the lips of her cunt. Jake ran his finger lightly along the opening of the girl's cunt. She bit her lip-she hated this man and feared him, her half-nude body literally ached with terror and her mother's betrayal. But his touch felt good to her still-hot pussy!
The man smiled and stuck his finger in to the knuckle. Tina gasped. Her butt-cheeks raised off the sheet as she arched her back in response to the sudden twinges of pleasure shooting into her pussy. "You ain't the only one in the family with a hot, juicy quim," Jake remarked. "Maybe I'll see if she's as good in the sack as you-like mother, like daughter, or so they say!" He pulled his finger out.
In horror, Tina tried desperately to fight her way free. This was for real! This terrible man was standing before her jaybird naked, with his long cock growing like a vine up from his crotch, talking casually about raping her-and her mother was sitting still for it! Not only that-Joleen was helping him!
The woman suddenly grabbed the end of the rope and started to tie her own daughter's hands behind her. Tina yelled and lunged forward. Jake grabbed at her, held her still while Joleen finished the operation.
"There," the naked, bleached-blonde woman said when Tina's wrists were secured behind her back. "That's no slip knot like what you tied me with. Now let's teach the bitch a lesson!"
Tina retched. This was unbelievable. Her mother, her very own mother, tying her up to be raped and-and beaten!
She wanted to die.
Jake looked eager to do as his lover suggested, but wasn't ready just yet. "First things first," he said, licking his lips. "We got to do this right!"
He tore open the girl's flimsy blouse. Joleen let go of her daughter and sat back to watch. Another yank ripped the garment clear off her trembling shoulders.
Jake's eyes devoured her. Her boobs were small still, though they showed every sign of developing into plentiful mounds of titflesh like her mother's. They were firm-looking pink cones, rising and falling within the lacy bra.
Jake hooked a finger in Tina's bra, between her boobs. The girl cringed away. He pulled slightly. "Nooooooo," Tina moaned. The ropes were hurting her wrists.
Snap! went the snaps of the brassiere. Tina screamed as Jake pulled her bra away. Her tits flopped free, jiggling despite their firmness. The nipples were broad cones set on the greater cones of her jugs. They were reddish brown, and despite the trauma she was undergoing, were still partly inflated with the passion she'd felt out in the hall, with her legs in the air, fucking eager fingers in and out of her brimming cunt.
Jake sniffed at his cunt-juice soaked finger. "Not bad at all," he opined. Then he bent over. When he straightened, the belt was in his hand. "But first you're going to howl a bit."
With no further introduction he swung. The leather strap slashed cruelly across Tina's budding boobs. Her eyes goggled, and her mouth opened to shriek in agony. But she had no voice. It seemed to have been driven from her by the pain.
The pain was unspeakable. It was worse than she'd imagined it could be. Her tits seemed to swell, throbbing, hurting worse with every beat of her heart. She forced air into her lungs as hot tears leaked out of her eyes.
Jake reeled the belt back in. "Lie down and roll over on your belly," he commanded. "Your titties are too nice to get all puffed-up and red. Let's see your buns smile, sweetheart."
Tina could not believe her ears. She just sat feeling the pounding ache in her jugs and the crawling nausea of having this man gaze lewdly at her naked body. She felt her mother's eyes on her. With sick certainty she knew Joleen was eagerly awaiting her daughter's punishment.
If only her Daddy were here! He'd put a stop to this. Or even-or even Beau, the family's French sheepdog. He was Tina's dog, her companion and truest friend. If only she had let him in before going down the hall towards her room! He wouldn't let this happen to her-he'd tear Jake apart with his teeth!
Crack! Tina's reward for hesitation was to have the belt-tip cracked like a whip on one already-inflamed nipple. "Ghaaaaaaaaad!" she yowled, and tried to throw herself protectively forward, to shield her delicate tits with her body.
She failed. The rope went taut, brought her up. She collapsed onto her side. Then, wriggling like a worm, she crawled back till she had the slack to lie on her belly. Her whole body shook to the fury of her soul-lost, helpless weeping.
For a moment Jake stood over her, gloating. She was a pretty little piece, no doubt about that. She was slim as only an adolescent girl can be. Her long coltish legs and trim little butt were as pink and fit and perfect as her boobs. Her rump looked like twin scoops of vanilla ice cream, cool, and inviting-and all his!
Laughing, he brought the belt down across the welling mounds of the captive's ass. Tina's body jerked. "Owwwwww," she moaned.
"Hit her again!" Joleen urged. Her eyes were shining from their dark smears of makeup.
Jake did. The sound of his belt on Tina's bare butt rang like a gunshot in the room.
The naked body jerked. Tina's ass felt hot, as though it was being roasted by an open fire. But bad as it was, the pain of having her bare ass whipped was not one tenth as awful as the pain of having her boobs abused by the belt. If this was all Jake had in mind for her, she could take it-for the time being.
But it seemed the tall man realized this too. He shifted his footing and took aim. The belt whistled.
This time it landed at right angles to the angry welts crossing the crease of Tina's rump. Right in the crack of the girl's upturned ass!
A brand new kind of pain shot through Tina's body. Her body sprang into the air. "Aiiiiiiyah!" she wailed. "It hurts!"
"Good," Jake grinned. His prick was stiff as a life sentence. "This should hurt even more!"
He cracked the belt like a whip again. It snapped, stinging, right on the crest of one hillock of ass. It felt like a hot iron touching the sensitive flesh. Tina jerked and sobbed.
Again the awful attention of the belt was moved. It snapped like a terrier at the soft tops of Tina's thighs. Involuntarily she squirmed her legs apart, trying to escape the searing pain.
It was a mistake. Jake picked at her legs, reddening them, until her buns were spread and the tawny tufts of her cunt thatch peeked out between. Then, the tip of his tongue sticking from the corner of his mouth, he struck again.
like a tongue of living flame the belt licked at the adolescent's exposed pussy.
"Yeeeeeee-OOW!" The pain was incandescent. Tina sailed up into the air writhing like a speared eel. She fell heavily, half on the bed, half off.
Jake's rigid prick seemed to be vibrating with lust. "I can't stand it any more," he gasped, tossing the belt aside. "I just have to plug my dick into that hot little pussy!"
Tina lay limp on the bed, not comprehending his words. The bed rocked and creaked rhythmically. Through a mist of tears and agony Tina saw her mother, sitting on her heels, her hands squeezed between her plump thighs, rocking back and forth as she finger-fucked her dripping pussy with single-minded concentration. The reek of cunt juice filled the air.
Tina felt the bed shift as weight came onto it at her side. She paid it no mind. She was lying in a stupor with no thought for anything but pain and humiliation and self-pity.
A hand touched her ass. She winced, stifling a cry. God, but it hurt! "Smarts, don't it?" Jake asked.
Without waiting for an answer he laid his palm on the captive girl's butt. The flesh was warm beneath his palm. This time she could not restrain a whimper. He smiled.
One hand was wrapped around the steel-hard shaft of his prick. Bending it down, he aimed the head at the pink and furry wedge of Tina's cunt, between the cheeks of her ass. The reluctant pussy lips kissed the tip of his prick. He moaned with pleasure.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Tina asked in a little-girl voice.
"Getting ready to fuck the daylights out of you, baby," Jake answered. He pushed forward with his hips. Three inches of throbbing cock speared into the teenager's still moist snatch.
"Oh!" Tina gasped. "Ooooooohhhhhh! No!" as the realization hit her of what was being done.
Jake fucked his big cock out of the nubile cunt till only the head remained, trapped between the dainty pink flaps fringing her pussy mouth. "You don't like it?" he asked solicitously. "You don't want my big pecker up your sweet pussy?"
"No!"
"Tough!" With a grunt he drove his impressive prick full-length in the captive's cunt.
"Yaaaaaarrrrgggggh!" Tina choked. It didn't slide into her twat-it all at once was in, filling her cunt channel, poking into her womb like a tire iron, filling her snatch with pulsing pain. "Get it OUT!"
"Unh-uh." Jake shook his head. The sweat flew. Some ran down his nose. Even on his knees between his victim's parted thighs, his hot prick more than filled the blonde teenager's cunt. He could feel it.
Tina writhed. The movement shot pains into her cock-stuffed pussy channel. This was dreadful! No human being could take all that prick into her vagina! She tensed her arms, trying to break free of her bonds. Her mother had tied her well. She could not escape. All she succeeded in doing was rubbing her wrists raw.
Jake gazed down at his lovely victim. A drop of perspiration rolled down his nose and dripped onto a globe of ass. Tina jumped as though it were boiling acid.
"Ahhhhhhh," Jake sighed. What a snug fit her pussy provided his needy cock! The least little motion sent ecstasy crackling up and down his spine. He put his other hand on an enflamed ass-cheek and began the laborious work of hauling his spear-like prick out of the girl's cunt.
"Wooooooooo!" A long squeal was forced from Tina's mouth as Jake drew his cock suckingly out of her snatch. Despite the throbbing ache in her butt and her tormented boobs, despite the sharp pain the length prick had caused invading her pussy, on the way out it felt good! Her pussy felt like one raw nerve, completely exposed and receptive to pleasure!
"Mmmmmmmm-ah!" Jake murmured. "You're so damned tight in your cunt I can hardly stand it. And you're getting wet again!"
At only the wedge-shaped head of his prick was thrust into Tina's pussy mouth. The elastic lips of her cunt seemed to cling imploringly to the stiff prick. Seemed to be pleading for the whole fantastic length of prick to be plunged home again!
"That little slut doesn't deserve your pecker," Tina's mother slurred from the far edge of the bed. Her hands were slippery with the sauces of her own hungry pussy. "Give it to me! Fuck your lovely cock up my poor starving pussy!" She flopped onto her back. Tina turned her head, and despite the passion beginning to pound in her temples, she felt her stomach recoil in sickness.
Her mother had her legs up and spread, and she was spreading her oozing pussy wide open with both hands! "See," she moaned, "it needs you! My pussy needs a cock!"
Poised with just the tip of his prick in the girl's cunt, Jake could barely contain himself. He was hot and horny and ready to fuck! "L-later," he grunted. "You've had my prick up your cunt and ass both-let me have a crack at your baby girl!"
He could take no more. His fingers dug furrows in Tina's ass-cheeks. Cunt juice flew noisily as he fucked his prick as far as it would go into the flooded cavern of the teenager's pussy. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Yessssssss!"
Jake had no longer fucked his prick home in the youthful cunt than he pulled it madly forth again. And then he was going, full tilt, plunging his turgid prick furiously in and out the sucking, grasping, all-enfolding blonde-furred cunt.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tina gave small cries of sheer abandoned ecstasy with each and every hard-driving entry of cock into her cunt. Her pussy mouth was lathered and smeared with aromatic cunt juice. Even with the coating of oils her pussy exuded, the pistoning cock seemed to be scraping the walls of Tina's cunt like a file. But it felt so good!
"Jesus!" the orange-haired Jake cried out. "Hot! Tight! Wet! Christ fuck it, what a pussy!"
"Keep fucking me!" Tina replied. Her ears could barely believe the words. But her libido could! She didn't ever want it to stop!
Getting fucked was all she had ever thought it would be-hot, smelly, nasty, gooey, degrading. But one thing Tina Mayhew hadn't anticipated.
It felt far better than anything she'd ever experienced!
Seeing that Jake was fully involved fucking her lovely, innocent daughter, Joleen Mayhew looked around for something else to assuage the urgent hunger in her cunt. Her eyes lit on the empty bourbon bottle. After draining the last drops of dark brown fluid she'd screwed the cap back on. It was about the right size and shape-why not?
She picked it up and eased the capped neck between the glistening lips of her cunt. The cool glass filled her pussy deliciously. Mmmmmm-that was better. Her half-lidded eyes enjoying the spectacle of her blonde-haired daughter being raped, Joleen started fucking herself with the bottle.
Tina's nude body seemed to be immersed in a vat of warm, soothing fluid. Even her burning tits, pressed against the messed-up sheets, felt better from the delightful fucking her pussy was getting from Jake's cock. As though of their own accord, her slender hips were moving slightly, rhythmically, soaking every iota of pleasure possible into her pussy from that steely, pulsating prick.
She could actually feel Jake's horniness being stuffed into her wet pussy with every stroke of his cock. It was getting harder to breathe. Her heart was racing. It was just like when she'd masturbated out in the hall ... only far, far more intense.
"Get ready for it," Jake's voice floated down to her ears. "I'm about to ... come!"
The words acted like a catalyst. No one had ever come close to saying anything remotely like that to the pretty adolescent before. It was like throwing a switch somewhere in the clinging, well-fucked morass of her cunt. A bolt of lightning blasted her brain. Then her stomach seemed to tie itself and her cunt channel in knots around the stabbing prick as she came.
"Sweet Lord Je-yaaaaahhhhhhh!" Jake roared as fantastic pressure strangled his prick. Without hesitation his buried cock spewed a seething load of come up Tina's cunt.
She wanted to cry out: it burns! It burns so nice! But she couldn't. All she could do was lie with her boobs being pushed harder into the bed and come uncontrollably as her pussy milked that fountaining cock.
"Come!" her mother shrieked, driving the whiskey bottle deep into her pussy. "He's coming in my daughter's pussy!" Then she came too.
The bouquet of lusting, slobbering, coming cunt filled the room. Jake was drooling with irrepressible passion as he fucked his load into that writhing nubile cunt. Tina was sobbing as though her heart was broken-from pleasure! It was as unbearable as the kiss of the belt on her boobs and pussy!
For a delicious eternity the pair came together. Jism torrented from the cock-stuffed pussy. Jake wondered at the amount of sperm his balls had built up since blowing his wad up Joleen's ass not long ago. But the spasming, sweet twat was sucking it down like a hungry little mouth!
So engrossed in lascivious enjoyment were the three that nobody heard the full-throated barking of Beau the sheep dog at the back door. All that existed was the warm, clutching oiliness of cunt and the plunging hardness that filled it. And climax-gut-wrenching, tooth-grinding, wonderful orgasm. "Shit!" Jake muttered. "I'm still coming!"
Then the window exploded in a crystal rain of glass. "Eeeeeeeek!" screamed Tina as the still-hosing prick escaped her climaxing young cunt.
like napalm the drops of white jism spattered her upturned butt. Then she heard a voice.
"Get away from that girl!" it commanded. "Hands up-police!"
Tina fainted.
CHAPTER FOUR
"If you'll just sign here, Mr. Morley," the man from the county social services department said. He handed a clipboard to the tall well-built man who was Tina Mayhew's Uncle Paul. He looked at the girl, looking prim and smaller than usual in her green top. "Speaking personally, I'm pleased and relieve you were available to take responsibility for this poor girl's welfare."
He mopped sweat from his pudgy brow with a wrinkled, stained handkerchief. "Quite pleased," he said again. "The poor child has been through hell. Real hell."
Paul Morley handed the clipboard back to him with his signature scrawled on the appropriate forms. "I'm happy to do what I can," he said, shaking his head. "If I had only known what kind of a woman my half-brother married, this whole tragedy could have been averted. Miss McCoy, could you show my niece to her room?"
"Certainly, Mr. Morley," the stately brunette said. She smiled prettily and reached out a well-manicured hand. "Why don't I take Beau on out to the back yard for you, Tina dear?" Her striking, pale blue eyes were kind.
The slight blonde let her take the leash from her. "Good boy," Miss McCoy said, kneeling to pat the dog's head. Surprisingly, the grungy animal jerked away. When she tried to touch Beau again, his lips curled back and he growled. Stung, the auburn-haired beauty snatched her hand away.
"I'll take him, Miss McCoy," Tina said listlessly. She took the leash back and led her pet out the rear door of the two-story suburban house. A swing set and slide stood in the back yard. Tina remembered her uncle had had a wife and a small daughter, who had been killed in a car accident a few years before. Apparently her uncle had never gotten around to having the play set taken down. Perhaps he didn't want to lose this tangible reminder of his lost family.
"Go on and play, Beau," she said in a small voice as she unfastened the leash from his collar. "This is our new home." She went back inside.
Miss McCoy stood tapping her foot. Tina's uncle Paul was still talking to the social worker. "Come along, dear," the woman said. Tina picked up her two suitcases and followed her up the stairs.
"This is your room, Tina," Miss McCoy said. The room was sunny-bright and smelled of a recent coat of paint. "Your uncle is happy to have you here with him. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"Thank you," Tina said.
"If there's anything you need or want, just call." Tina nodded and began unpacking her clothes and hanging them in the closet.
Why do I feel so dead? she wondered. Miss McCoy was really being very sweet. As her uncle's personal secretary, the lovely young woman really didn't need to help the girl get so settled in her new home. And of course Uncle Paul was being wonderful to her as well. If he hadn't volunteered to care for her, she could have been placed in some foster home by the county or sent to live with strangers.
As though remembering a dream, Tina recalled the days in court. Her mother and her mother's lover, Jake Logan, had been sentenced to several years in the state pen for their treatment of the slight, blonde-haired teenager. The judge's voice had shaken with emotion as he passed sentence. He was giving the pair the maximum penalty under law, and regretted the law permitted no stiffer punishment.
It had been a neighbor. Someone who had heard the screams issuing from the Mayhew household and phoned the police. A patrolman had glanced in the window to see Jake and Joleen beating, binding, and raping Tina. He'd watched a few moments in stunned astonishment, then gone to call for help. It was a hard decision for him. But the girl hadn't seemed to be in any immediate danger, and he was afraid her captors would harm her if given the chance. And so the adolescent had been rescued from terror in her own home.
The girl folded her "underclothes and stacked them neatly in drawers. The room wasn't real for her. Nothing had been since that awful afternoon. All she had known had been shattered, like a house of blocks kicked to pieces by a bored, spoiled child.
She drifted in and out of vivid memories of that day. Pain and fear and humiliation-and pleasure. The many wracking betrayals. Her mother betraying her dead father's memory, betraying the sanctity of their home, betraying her own daughter to her drunken lusts and the lusts of her brutal lover.
But there was a worse betrayal preying on Tina's mind. She had grown up knowing that sex was bad.
She knew that fucking was a nasty business where a man and a woman did ugly, filthy things to each other with those unspeakable parts of their bodies. She knew no normal human with any dignity could possibly enjoy such a thing.
But her body had betrayed her. It had craved the touch of Jake's rough caressing hands. Had squirmed greedily, lovingly, around the hard driving bar of the man's cock. Had twisted itself-and Tina's soul-around a shuddering orgasm instants before the police had knocked in the bedroom window to end her ordeal.
So the girl had been betrayed by everything she'd ever known, and nothing was real any longer. Only her dog, Beau, hadn't turned on her. He was the only thing in the whole world Tina Mayhew felt close to.
Her belongings unpacked and put away, Tina decided to take a shower. She'd been showering a lot since being abused and raped that day. If she couldn't shower at least once a day she felt filthy, dirty all over.
She went out of the room. From downstairs came the voice of her uncle still talking to the man who'd brought her. Well, Uncle Paul had told her she could do as she pleased. He wouldn't be upset at her for taking a shower without asking permission.
She went back and got her robe from the closet.
It was white and came down past her knees when she had it on. Then she padded softly down the hall to the bathroom.
It was a fairly large bathroom, and showed all the signs that its owner was a man living alone, shaving equipment and toothbrush, without feminine toilet articles. The only female touch that had survived the death of his wife was the head-to-toe mirror on the door.
Tina avoided the reflection of her amber eyes as she shut the door. She let the robe fall across the closed toilet and began undressing. She kicked her shoes off, unzipped the dress and pulled it off. Then she unsnapped her bra and stopped.
She saw herself in the mirror, as if posing, the white brassiere held coyly across her budding tits. Her coral tongue peeked out. Deliberately she lowered the garment.
The boobs were pale cones of succulent flesh. Nipples dark swellings that seemed to grow before her eyes. Am I getting turned on? she wondered. She didn't seem to feel anything.
Self-consciously watching herself, Tina bent and pulled her panties down her slim legs and off. When she stood her nubile body was revealed to her uncertain gaze. It was a nice body. She still had the coltish slenderness of adolescence. Her jugs were small and firm, not floppy tits like her mother's. Her cunt bun was forested by fine strands of toast-brown pubic fur. She could just see a hint of pink pussy nestled in her bush.
Her clothes lay in a rumpled pile on the tile. She made no move to straighten them. Instead she cupped her hands over her tits and squeezed. She didn't feel anything. She ran the hands like pale spiders down her body, over the dome of her belly, skirting the swell of her pussy mounds to caress her silky thighs.
With a sigh of relief-or was it disappointment?-the girl turned away. The shower was a roomy stall with a sliding translucent plastic door. Tina opened the door and turned on the hot tap. Water rushed out steaming. She adjusted the temperature till it was hot but bearable.
The jet of water stung her bare skin. Tina turned around and around, letting the water massage her. The touch of water made her nipples balloon instantly.
She took the soap and began smearing it all over herself. There was something almost erotic about the slick way the wet soap coated her skin. like the way her cunt juices surrounded Jake's ten-inch prick. The memory gave her an odd prickle up and down her spine.
She took a coarse rag and began scrubbing at herself. She scoured and rubbed till her skin glowed red beneath the soap and water. Washing herself became some sort of ritual that occupied her mind completely. So completely that she didn't hear the door of the bathroom open and someone come in.
Quietly the door of the shower-stall slid back. Tina was lathering shampoo into her fine yellow hair. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut against the soapy suds and her back was turned. She felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.
"Oh!" She spun around, almost losing her footing on the slippery tile. Soap suddenly burned her eyes. She bent over moaning, pressing her hands over her eyes.
She felt herself being held, and then cloth dabbed at her stinging eyes. Slowly the pain went away. Her vision cleared and she could see again.
Her Uncle Paul was standing in the shower stall next to her. The dark pelt of hair on his chest was matted by the running water. Tina felt a hardness pressing into her side, just above the hipbone. She looked down.
Her uncle's stiff prick was digging into her bare side.
Her mouth opened in a soundless "O". Uncle Paul's prick was incredibly big. It seemed to be scarcely shorter than Jake's had been, but it was much thicker. It looked like a piece of firewood jutting out from the dark tangle of hair in his crotch.
Face pale, she looked up at Paul Morley's smiling face. "You're really a lovely little girl," he said. "Nice body. I never imagined my darling niece would have such sweet little jugs."
He lifted a large hand and laid it on one shiny-wet tit. Tense with fear, Tina flinched away from his touch. His palm was hot on her nipple.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked feebly.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" her uncle laughed. He squeezed the captive boob. His other hand fastened over the slicked-down fur on her cunt bulge.
An unwilling moan escaped Tina's lips. It was happening again! Her body, her treacherous, evil body, was selling her out to its vile lusts!
"See?" Uncle Paul smiled. "It doesn't hurt a bit now, does it?"
Tina bit her Up. Paul took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and began rolling the dainty nubbin back and forth.
"Oh!" Tina said breathily. She could feel her nipple swelling with forbidden desire. "Oh, no!"
"Oh yes!" her uncle laughed. His hand squeezed her cunt bun. Her hips began to rock slowly back and forth, crushing her clit against the heel of his hand. She didn't want it-she hated herself for responding to the big man's illicit touch. But it felt so good!
Her nipple was fully erect now, looking like a pink funnel against the paleness of her boob. Paul took his hand away. The nipple seemed to burn and quiver with lust. Water glistened wetly on the succulent young titflesh.
A stubby forefinger stroked along the prim pink slit of her twat. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped her lips. No, no, no! she thought. I can't give in! I can't!
But her body was rapidly overruling her mind. Through the steam of the rushing shower she could smell the hungry musk of her pussy starting to water with desire. By the flare of his nostrils, Tina could see her uncle smelled it too. His big grin got bigger.
"That's the way, baby," he said, stroking her lank dripping hair. "Now, how about sucking a little cock for your loving uncle?"
Tina's stomach turned over. Take the revolting hardness of a male cock into her mouth? Her surging passion evaporated like morning mist at the horror of the idea.
She remembered her mother greedily gobbling Jake's stick-like prick. The way she'd poured whiskey all over it to clean off her rank cunt juices and stuffed it into her face like a meaty lollipop. The older woman hadn't sucked her lover off, though. She had only sucked his cock till it was throbbing with horniness and then presented her ass-hole for Jake to plunge his ready cock into. Was that what Uncle Paul wanted? To stick his mammoth prick into Tina's tiny poop chute?
Or did he want her to suck on his cock till it jerked and bucked and filled her mouth with slimy rancid jism!
Tina's face was turned away. Strong fingers curled in her hair and pulled. She felt a faint stab of pain, getting worse as her uncle's tugging grew more insistent.
"On your knees," he said throatily. "On your knees and suck my big hard prick!"
"N-no," Tina choked out.
A stinging openhanded slap hurled her against the tile wall of the shower stall. She grabbed wildly for balance, got her palms against the slippery tile. Paul Morley grabbed her hair again and dragged her toward him so she fell against his bare muscular chest.
He dragged his niece's head back so that her wild eyes stared fearfully up at his. "Understand something here and now, bitch," he rasped. His huge cock poked like a ramrod into her firm belly. Its head was warm and pulsing to the rhythm of his excited heartbeat. "Your skinny little ass belongs to me, and anything I want to do with it, I do and that's that. Get that through your head and life'll be a lot easier."
Defiance welled within the girl. "You'll never get away with this!" she shrilled. "It's against the law! It's rape-rape and incest!"
"Awful big words," Paul grinned. "Who's going to believe you? You've been traumatized sexually. Your poor little mind is conjuring up paranoid rape fantasies. Imagine, accusing an important man like Paul Morley of raping his niece after the court had made her his ward."
He paused, looking down at her with triumph in his eyes. It was true, she realized. If she went to the police they'd smile pityingly and pat her pretty little head-and send her straight back to her uncle.
Her knees buckled. They banged painfully on the floor of the shower stall. Water beat down on her bare back. Tina's big amber eyes were fixed on the stiff pole of cock jutting before her face. It seemed to exert a hypnotic fascination.
Her uncle wrapped a hand around the giant prick while his other hand stroked her jaw. Paul Morley aimed his prick like a spear at his niece's mouth. He pushed it at her, guiding it with his hand. The girl tried to turn her face away, but she couldn't. She couldn't tear her gaze from the scarlet, throbbing head of that massive cock!
The tip of Uncle Paul's cockhead touched Tina's lips. Its touch was hot as a burning coal. "Ooooooh," the girl moaned involuntarily.
Instantly the conical cockhead was wedging its way between the girl's young lips. She tried to force them shut, but it was too late. A heavy hand wrapped around her jaw, steadying her head to take the big, stiff prick in, preventing her from snapping her jaws shut like a bear trap once the shock wore off.
Tina's head spun. Suddenly her mouth and head were filled with a warm, rich meaty taste. Her stomach turned over in revulsion, but at the same time she felt a strange tingling from her wet-furred pussy to the base of her throat. Was it her imagination, or was her mouth beginning to water at the forbidden succulence of rampant cock?
Something inside the naked, helpless girl said no! She tried to jerk back, pull her head away from the impaling bar of cock in her mouth. Paul Morley took his hand off his prick and interlaced his fingers behind his niece's neck. He held her face in place like a clamp.
Sudden awareness that she was totally at her uncle's mercy dashed icy water on all traces of excitement and desire in Tina's treacherous body. She had to get loose! Only the head of Uncle Paul's rigid prick was in her mouth, and already her lips were stretched into a taut ring of flesh behind the hood of the cockhead. If he crammed any more of that immense prick home Tina feared it would dislocate her jaw!
She clutched at his arms with her hands. Her slim fingers would not go all the way around his wrists. She tugged and tugged to no avail.
Desperately, she slid her tongue forward. Rank beefy taste exploded as its tip touched the throbbing tip of the prick. Trying to ignore the million and one contradictory sensations churning in her body and brain, Tina began to try to push the rock-hard invader out of her mouth.
It was the wrong thing to do. Tina felt her uncle's body tense. A convulsive shudder ran through him. "God damn!" he gasped. "That feels good!"
Tina wagged her head from side to side, pressing her tongue with all her might against Paul's prick head. Got to get it out, she thought. Get the nasty repulsive thing out of my mouth before it shakes and spews its awful come into me!
The furious head-wagging and equally frenetic tonguing of his super-sensitized cock was driving Paul crazy with pleasure! If the shy, sexually inexperienced teenager had tried to give his swollen cock the best possible blowjob, she couldn't have done half as well. It was incredible!
But the physical delight of having his near-virgin niece unwittingly licking and pumping his prick with her mouth, tremendous though it was, wasn't what set Paul Morley's heartbeat to racing like a hyper steam engine. It was the who and how rather than the what that was really getting him off. His own niece, lovely, innocent, and helpless, on her knees with water like rain bouncing of the long lithe slope of her back, with his enormous cock forced into her pretty face. The feel of her fear, transmitted through her mouth into his eager prick. The knowledge that she was completely in his power-all these things made him feel as though his balls were a boiler building up the biggest head of steam in the history of the world. And it wouldn't take much to set off the explosion of boiling jism down his niece's unwilling throat!
Tina moaned mindlessly. Part of her wondered why Uncle Paul wasn't pumping his fat prick in and out of her mouth, faster and faster as he got nearer to blowing his wad. All he was doing was standing there with his cock plugged between her cheeks, holding her firmly in place with his hands. Hope began to grow inside her.
Maybe he's disappointed, she thought. Maybe if I resist enough he'll let me alone! She suddenly perceived things with extra clarity, the hiss of the water, the drops hitting her bare back, the smell of her uncle's wet body, and overall the taste and feel of that huge vibrating prick in her mouth. She took a deep breath and pushed still harder with her tongue.
It slipped off the rounded end of Paul's prick and slid under it. The very tip of Tina's tongue hit the spot on the underside of her uncle's cock where his prick head met the thick vein-wrapped stalk. The touch of tongue on that feverish spot was all it took.
"Holy Jesus!" Paul gasped.
Tina felt every muscle in her uncle's powerful body tense. Good! she thought. He's mad-he'll leave me alone now.
Paul Morley's prick gave a surge like a tidal wave. At once Tina's mouth was filled with something wet and hot. The strong, acrid taste hit her as a second surge of her uncle's jism filled her mouth, coating her tongue in gooey, slimy-feeling come.
God, he's coming! Tina thought in horror. She choked as some went into her nasal passage. It was sweet and salty and seemed to burn. My own uncle is shooting come into my mouth!
A droplet of come ran from a corner of her mouth and fell onto her water-slick tits. A thick stream of the stuff was crawling toward her rolling stomach. Her mouth filled with spurt after spurt of rank come, and then the world went black.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cars whizzed by like missiles. Tina stood with her arm extended and her thumb out. She was sick in her soul and sick to her stomach. Her head swam, as though from too much heat, though in fact the late-spring sun wasn't yet high in the sky. The lovely teenager hardly knew where she was.
I'm sorry, Beau, she said silently to herself. There had been no way she could bring the big dog with her. She had slipped out the front door of her Uncle Paul's large suburban home in the quiet hours before dawn, after a sleepless, tortured night. All she had was some money in her pocket and the clothes she had on, worn blue jeans cut off just below the jut of her saucy adolescent ass, covered with colorful patches of frogs and mushrooms, and a long-sleeved work shirt. As the morning was getting warm, the tails of the shirt were tied up to leave her pale belly bare.
She couldn't have stood one more second in that house. She would have dies of shame and revulsion. A shudder passed over her lithe young body as she thought again, for the thousandth time, of her awful degradation the night before.
And then, irresistibly, her memory was full of it, as horrifyingly full as her mouth had been of her uncle's huge cock. She felt again the sting of rushing water on her naked back, tasted coppery fear and ripe, beefy prick meat as her uncle drove the throbbing hardness of his cock into her face. At the memory her stomach lurched and her eyes filled with tears. She felt faint.
Still the vision gripped her. She knew once again the horror of feeling the tremors begin deep in the roots of that mammoth cock, foretelling the explosion that rushed down the length of Paul's prick to fill her head with slimy, acrid, overpowering jism. Unconsciously she shook her head from side to side as though trying to deny the memory of it all. She could feel the fat wad of come surging up the cock thrust between her cheeks, feel it hurtling, getting ready to blow her head off in a cataclysmic eruption...
Noise blared in her ears. She blinked. The image of her naked, dripping uncle gloating lustfully down at her disappeared. In its place she saw an orange Porsche, pulled over on the shoulder a hundred feet ahead of her. As she gazed glassily at the car its horn sounded again. Tina saw the driver inside, gesturing for her to hurry.
As the girl broke into a faltering run, she thought the Porsche looked familiar somehow. It was a distinctive make and an even more distinctive color. As she neared the vehicle and the driver leaned over to open the passenger door, Tina had a vague recollection of seeing the car pass her once or twice as she stood hitchhiking. But even that didn't seem to account for the strong sense of familiarity. Still puzzled, she swung into the low seat and pulled the door behind her. "Thanks a lot," she said amazed at how cheerful she managed to sound.
"Don't mention it," the driver said in a rich contralto voice. Tina glanced over and saw it was a woman, who was looking back over her shoulder at the flow of traffic. An opening appeared, and the sleek Porsche leaped forward with a hungry growl of its engine.
The girl's benefactor turned back and settled in to steering the car through traffic. Tina sat and studied her. She was a big woman, but lean and, as far as Tina could tell, beautifully proportioned. Her long brown legs were bare beneath the hem of her short skirt. Full boobs pressed the front of her white double knit sweater-blouse way, way out; by the bobble of the big matched jugs and the barely-perceptible jut of nipples at their tips Tina could see she wasn't wearing a bra. The adolescent marveled at the firmness of those lush tits.
In profile the driver was classically beautiful and, like her car, hauntingly familiar. However, she was wearing dark glasses and had her hair tied in a bandana, so it was difficult for her young passenger to tie down he things that made Tina think she'd seen her before.
The air in the little car seemed full of the healthy animal smell of woman, with just the tiniest hint of perfume, as though the long, lean driver knew her own natural scent was enough to make any man long to possess her. Long to crush those haughty jugs in greedy hands, smear the bright lipstick all over the full-lipped mouth, long to drive his prick hilt-deep, again and again, into the slippery fragrant well of her pussy.
Tina had no doubt any man would want to do just that. She was aware of the driver of the Porsche as she had never been of a woman before, physically, intimately. For a moment she wondered if her traumatic experiences, her brutalization by men, were turning her into a lesbian, and she felt a twinge of fear. But the thought soon passed. She realized she was only reacting to the almost elemental sexual force that seemed to radiate from her companion.
"Where're you going?" The husky voice broke in on Tina's reverie.
"Huh?" the teenager said. Then she groped for an answer. She realized all at once that she had no specific destination in mind-she hadn't when she'd sneaked out of her uncle's house. All she'd known was that she had to get away.
"I-I don't really know," she said. She wasn't yet worldly enough-for all the humiliation and degradation she'd undergone-to make up a plausible-seeming lie on the spur of the moment.
The driver nodded slowly. A minute or two later Tina noticed the car was slowing, saw that an exit was coming up. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Why are you getting off here?" She felt the first stirrings of alarm.
The big woman deftly guided the car onto the off-ramp, not even slowing from freeway speed. To Tina's fevered imagination, it seemed that her nipples had swollen noticeably into taut, plump cherries beneath her sweater.
The driver ignored her until the Porsche was stopped at a light, humming as though with eagerness to be on its way again. Then she turned to the huddled girl, removing her sunglasses and freeing a gleaming mass of black hair in one fluid motion.
"Why, I'm just taking you home," she said sweetly. Tina screamed. It was Miss McCoy. t t t
Chains bit cruelly into slim wrists. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Tina asked in a quivering voice.
"Just teach you a little bitty lesson," came the voice of her uncle from behind her. She twisted her neck to look over her shoulder at him. Her whole body turned to the motion.
Her uncle stood, hefting what looked like a piece of beaded macrame in his thick hands. He smiled at her, long and slow. His look made the girl shudder.
Again she tested her bonds. Her uncle had once had a wife and daughter-much younger than Tina-who had been killed in a car crash several years ago. For some reason, Morley still kept the child's slide and swing set in his high-walled back yard. Tina Mayhew's slender hands had been thrust through the two rings hung from the swing-frame, and her wrists chained and padlocked to the rings. Her uncle had done a good job binding her. She couldn't work her wrists even the smallest bit free.
"You won't hurt me?" asked Tina, eyes wide.
Morley's grin broadened. "No, no," he said smoothly. "Not much, anyway." And taking a step forward he swung the "macram'" back-handed.
It connected with Tina's rump with a snap. Even through the cloth of her short-shorts the blow smarted. She screamed shrilly, as much from surprise as pain.
"Save it," her uncle advised. Craning, the girl saw the titanic bulge of his cock, straining to be free of his pants. "In just a minute I'll be giving you something to really scream about."
He stepped forward and extended a hand toward the captive adolescent's face. Tina turned her head away, cringing. Uncle Paul caressed her downy cheek with the back of his hand. He let the hand slide down, tracing the line of her neck and coming to rest on a conical boob. Despite the girl's loathing and fear he felt the nipple harden ever so slightly. He laughed.
The hand stroked down Tina's bare firm belly. She bit her lip as fingertips touched the waist of her cutoffs. And then her uncle's hand was inside them, slipping into her panties to cup the lush, furry mound of her pussy!
Tina gasped. Paul squeezed her cunt-bun ever so lightly. He was rewarded by a tiny, involuntary shifting of her hips. "Mmmmmm, nice," he leered. "But first things first. Right now, let's get these pants off. We don't want anything to interfere with our punishment now, do we?"
He withdrew his hand, whiffing lightly of young cunt, and began fumbling with her fly. Pale-faced, Tina tried to twist away.
She could see the thing he'd hit her with better. It wasn't macrame at all, but leather braided so that one end was made up of a number of thin strips. And a round wooden bead was knotted near the end of each strip. Tina knew what it was now. A makeshift cat-o'-nine-tails!
Now her cutoffs were open and Uncle Paul was tugging them down her slim hips. She tried to kick at him, but he pulled the shorts down around her calves, trapping her legs. He reached for her panties.
The lovely blonde teenager was frantic with fear. One of the beads had hit her bare thigh just below her shorts, and the spot burned like the sting of a fire ant. If her captor started flogging her bare ass with that terrible whip she couldn't stand it!
With a quick motion Paul pulled her panties down. Cool air currents kissed her bare butt cheeks. The air felt especially cool on the cleft of her twat. She let her legs relax and hang helplessly as her uncle pulled shorts and panties off over her bare feet. Then he stood back to admire his work.
Tina felt a wash of shame, overriding even her terror and dread of the pain that was in store for her. She'd never been naked in public before-the very thought horrified her! But here she was, out in the open air, her trim butt and saucy, tan-bearded cunt exposed for all the world to see. Actually, the tall walls around the yard cut off all view from the street and surrounding houses, but Tina could have felt no more mortified if her pussy and ass were on display in Grand Central Station.
"Don't touch me!" she choked. "Get away from me! You can't do this! I-I'll scream!"
"You already did," her uncle pointed out, absently swishing the slicked lash in the air. "Feel free to howl all you want. Nobody much is home in the daytime. And don't forget, this is the suburbs-people don't pay much attention to things they hear."
"Please," the girl sobbed. "DON'T!"
He swung.
The whip hit with the sound of a gunshot. A ragged shriek tore from Tina's throat as agony seared her butt. It felt as though a thousand knives were slashing her tender flesh.
The chains suspending the rings twisted together as Tina spun back and forth, crying in the worst pain she'd ever experienced. The brutal strapping she'd gotten from her mother's lover, Jake Logan, was nothing compared to this. Nothing at all.
Paul Morley stood watching her, with his raging hard-on getting bigger and harder. It felt as though his cock were going to burst out of his fly at any second! He stood there as if transfixed, unable to take his eyes off his chained, half-naked niece.
It was such an incredible turn-on! It was better than making the little bitch suck his cock in the shower. For one thing, though the free-flowing water in the shower had given her slim young body a sleek, erotic look, it had also slicked her hair down her back and given her a drowned-rat appearance. Out here, though, with the sun gleaming in her long golden hair, and making the nubile flesh of her ass and her tapering legs glow with life-it was like a super wet-dream.
Right now the nubile flesh of the girl's ass was glowing with more than life, though. It was glowing with the scarlet imprint of the lash! The mark of every thin strand of harsh leather was imprinted lovingly in the vulnerable skin, and the beads had left bright blotches of red. Paul's prick gave a tremendous throb just looking at the marks on Tina's rump.
The girl was finally getting her voice back. "Oh, it hurts," she moaned, sniffling. "I-oh God-I don't believe it! How can you do this?"
Morley decided that the thrill of watching the girl hang there and suffer had died. "It's easy, baby," he said, and hit her again.
This time the lash struck a raking blow to the teenager's butt, the beads biting into the flesh around her hipbone and then cutting across the once-snowy ass-cheeks. If the last cut had been unbearable, this was unbelievable! Tina's body filled with flaming pain and her throat went raw from her anguished screech.
This time there was no respite while her uncle gloated. Grunting with effort, the sweat starting to pour into his eyes, Paul whipped his victim for all he was worth. The blows turned her this way and that. Lithe limbs flailed helplessly under the relentless torrent of whip strokes.
When it seemed to the tortured girl that the very flesh was being flayed from her buttocks, her uncle shifted his attention elsewhere. Suddenly the tops of her thighs exploded into pain. "No!" she howled.
Morley lay the whip across the fronts of her thighs. She bucked and wiggled like a hooked fish. The big man got an idea.
His next slash was to the inside of a tender thigh, from the front. "Yeeeeeeeaaah!" Tina yelled, and her legs flew apart. Paul smiled. It was what he'd wanted to happen.
With unerring accuracy he swung the lash up between the pale thighs. It caressed Tina's splayed-open pussy like the kiss of a blowtorch.
The girl's back arched as though she were being electrocuted. A wail like an air-raid siren split the air. Her head whipped mindlessly from side to side.
It was as though her cunt lips had been torn off. The tears streamed down her face as she shrieked again and again from a pain that wouldn't quit. Her whole body seemed filled with it, and her ass, legs, and gaping pussy throbbed.
"Oh Jesus!" Paul gasped. His cock was inflated till it seemed about to explode. Enough of this beating on the lovely flesh of his niece. That was fun, but he could think of something better to do with it. like ramming his greedy prick to the hilt between the girl's flashing thighs!
Scarcely able to keep from blowing his wad right in his pants. His fingers struggled with his belt, then tore open his fly. Tina was still squirming and moaning, as though feeling after shocks of the agony that had ripped through her helpless body. His trousers came down. His mighty cock leapt free, lusting for the girl's cunt.
Tina hung, scarcely feeling the bite of the chains on her pinioned wrists against the greater agony washing from her butt and abused pussy. She thought the pain would never stop. She knew the humiliation of this never would. To be chained like an animal, and then whipped, by her very own uncle-it was unbelievable. Even the sound of her dog, Beau, barking furiously in the garage, didn't soothe the girl.
Rough hands grabbed her butt. She cried out as fresh pain seared her tormented ass-flesh. The fingers bit deep, and then she was being lifted up, her rump crying out in pain.
Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. So she didn't see her uncle's lust-filled face inches from hers. Nor did she see the pulsing pole of his cock, aiming hungrily for the sore cleft of her pussy.
Paul's hands were full of the girl's butt-cheeks. He hoisted her up, so that her body tilted back. She hung limp except for the tension in her bruised butt. He looked down to see the patch of red surrounding the hairy triangle of her pussy. The faintest hint of pink cunt flaps met his horny gaze. A drop of saliva rolled off his lolling tongue to drip on his niece's bare belly, and then he drove his giant cock home!
What felt like a baseball bat jabbed into the opening of Tina's cunt, shocking her eyes open. She saw her uncle, drooling with the head of his prick forced the twat lips apart, and the mammoth swollen cock began driving into her body.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She seemed to have lost her voice. It was as if the huge prick stabbing into her cunt had forced the air from her lungs!
The delicate curtains of flesh surrounding the hole of her cunt still smarted. And now the inside of her sinuous pussy tunnel was feeling pain too-the fantastically thick bar of cock was stretching the lining of her cunt far more than
Jake's skinny prick had. But it wasn't just the pain that made the semi-nude adolescent gasp for breath. It was the sudden, totally unexplainable wave of passion that gripped her!
She couldn't believe it! At that moment she hated her uncle more than she'd even hated Jake Logan for whipping and forcibly fucking her. She would have given anything to be able to kill him. And yet....
And yet the sensations of her Uncle Paul's outsized cock lancing ever-deeper into her almost-virgin cunt was turning her on!
Another moan escaped her slack lips, only this was no moan of agony. It was the sound of pleasure beginning to light fires in the depths of her hot young body. Without knowing what she was doing she tightened the muscles of her belly. Her pussy walls suddenly gripped the probing rod of cock.
Paul gasped. More than half his tremendous prick was buried in his niece's cunt. He felt the pressure all the way to the base of his prick, though. His ball-sac tightened into a compact hairy ball.
"God damn," he said wonderingly. "You're actually getting off on this."
Tina clenched her teeth. Every fiber of her being longed to deny it. But she couldn't. Once again her body had betrayed her. All it wanted was to feel her uncle's cock ramrodding in and out of her pussy!
After a seeming eternity Paul Morley grunted and the wide-spread lips of Tina's cunt kissed the hairy base of his prick. His hard pubic bone crushed her swelling clit. "Aaaaaaaaarrrggggh!" Tina groaned.
A hot rush of oils swamped Paul's cunt-trapped cock. Uncle and niece smelled it at the same instant, the rank pungent tang of cunt juice, freely flowing in a cock-hungry quim.
The girl's fingers wrapped around the steel rings to which her arms were chained. She arched her back and ground her hips into Uncle Paul's groin, stirring her wet cunt maddeningly around the thick root of his cock. "Ah, you hot little bitch," he gritted. "Get ready for it!"
"Yes, yes!" Tina heard herself say. "Let me feel that great big cock! Cram it all the way to my tonsils!"
Uncle Paul did his best to. His fingers dug furrows in the welted succulent flesh of her rump. His thumb dug into the soft flesh in front of her sharp hipbones. His hips worked so fast as he fact his cock in and out of his niece's dripping gash they seemed to be a blur. His furious fucking made wet sloppy sounds in the girl's pussy, throwing up a fine and fragrant mist of pussy sauces.
Tina's well-whipped ass still ached, and her uncle's rough manhandling would have been painful even if her rump hadn't practically been beaten raw. But somehow it didn't bother her. The edge of pain made her raw pleasure that much more intense.
"Fuck me!" she cried. Her thighs clamped around Paul's body with astonishing strength. Her cool heels pressed into the small of his back, trying to force even more of that unbelievable prick into her ravenous cunt. The slippery walls of her pussy slithered lusciously around the barrel-like cock her uncle was stuffing into her in a rising fever of desire.
like people possessed they fucked there in the afternoon sunlight. Tina writhed in her chains in a delirium of passion as her uncle's cock pistoned in and out of her pussy with ripe squelching sounds. Inexperienced as she was, her strong instincts were telling her how her cunt muscles could play her uncle's pulsating prick and urge him into a frenzy of fucking. It was just what she wanted-that great big cock as fast and hard as her uncle could give it to her.
It couldn't last forever. Tina's nipples seemed to be burning holes through her thin shirt. She could feel sweet cunt honey rolling down her butt-cheeks and dripping to the ground. And most of all she could feel Paul's cock impossible filling her pussy channel. The thickness of it seemed about to split her insides apart every time it was thrust into the depths of her cunt.
Her clit was blood-gorged and supremely sensitive. And the friction of Uncle Paul's massive prick sliding back and forth along it was driving her crazy. In its own way it was a torture as exquisite as the lash-only she didn't want this to stop. Ever!
Then a hand seemed to clamp down on the whole length of her pussy. "Gaah!" she exclaimed, and then the sensory explosion of orgasm wracked her mind and body.
The sudden tightening of his niece's pussy sheath put an end to Paul's self-control. With an animal growl he planted his prick as deeply as it would go in her watering snatch and came.
For the second time in her life Tina felt the acid rush of jism spurting into her cunt. Her head reeled to the rhythm of the contractions rippling through her cunt. She would never know whether she was having one incredible come after another, or a great granddaddy of a single climax. But she didn't care. It felt great either way!
Paul was fucking her as furiously as he'd ever fucked in his life. His sperm filled her cunthole and drooled out over her buns. The girl's pussy seemed to milk the creamy whiteness from his fountaining cock, and he was powerless to stop it.
At last the store of come in his balls was
exhausted. Even then he had to endure shuddering seconds of his niece's climax. Her body seemed to be shaking itself to piece. And her strong little pussy seemed about to snap his cock off!
At last the ecstasy slowed, ceased. Tina relaxed to hang limp between Paul's hands and the rings. He lowered her to the ground. His cock slipped reluctantly out of her brimming pussy. When it came free it uncorked a brief flood of come and pussy oils that ran in rivulets down her thighs. Her feet touched ground, but her legs wouldn't hold her. She hung there, still wrapped in the warmth of afterglow.
"Ahhhhhhh," she said.
"I'll say one thing for you," her uncle said, retrieving his trousers. "You fuck every bit as well as you suck cock."
Without putting his pants back on he started to walk toward the house. Coming out of her haze of sexual satiation a bit, the girl asked dreamily, "Where are you going?"
"Inside for a while," Morley replied. "You stay out here and get a nice tan on your rump. When Sandy McCoy gets back from the office, we'll decide what we're going to do about you."
He went in, leaving the half-naked girl suspended there with jism and pussy juice leaking out of her slack cunt. The fever of passion and pleasure seemed to have evaporated. She felt slightly sick, and very much alone.
CHAPTER SIX
"I've got an idea," the long-limbed, luscious secretary said.
Paul Morley sat back from the dinner table, watching his niece listlessly clear away the used dishes. She wore a colorful shift, cut low in the front and slit high up the sides. The flashes of toothsome, pale skin when she moved showed the girl was wearing nothing beneath the garment.
"What is it, beautiful?" Tina's uncle said, taking a lazy sip of coffee. "Bend over a little further next time you pick something up, baby. I like to see your cute little titties."
"She is a pretty little piece," Sandy McCoy said. "That's what I want to talk to you about."
Morley smirked at her. "Jealous?"
The secretary fleshed slightly. "Nooooo," she said. "Just as long as you remember I'm your woman, and this kid here's just a toy."
"Yeah, but what a toy! Y'know, Sandy, she's got the tightest cunt I ever plugged my pecker into-uh, except for yours, of course."
"That's 'cause she's damned near cherry, lover boy. Her psycho mother's boyfriend with the foot-long hot dog for a prick is the only one who's had it up her, but you."
Tina's cheeks were flaming red. She'd almost never heard such talk before-except for that terrible afternoon at her mother's house. To think that these people-her own uncle and his hot assistant-were talking about her as though she were some kind of ... of animal! It made her want to be sick.
"Hey, we're embarrassing the poor kid," Miss McCoy laughed. She stood up and walked over to where Tina stood by the sink. "There, there, poor baby."
She put her arm around the smaller girl. At first Tina shrank away from her touch. But there was something so warm, so sincere about her touch that Tina was comforted in spite of herself. She let Miss McCoy pull her against her side. "That better?" the buxom brunette asked.
Tina nodded. She sniffled.
She felt the woman's hand stir on her shoulder. It shifted-and then suddenly Miss McCoy's hand was inside her shift cupping a bare tit!
With a cry Tina tore herself away so hard she fell down onto the linoleum floor. The secretary's laugh was musical. "Well, one thing's for sure, she does have nice boobs!" she told her boss.
"Maybe you can find out about her other attributes sometime," Paul chuckled. "Might be a kick to watch."
"I might just take you up on that sometime, big stud." Sandy McCoy looked at the lovely adolescent, slumped against the counter in a daze. She licked her full, red lips.
Tina hadn't heard them. She was sitting and thinking, everyone I've ever trusted, no matter how little, has betrayed me. Except my dog Beau. He's my only true friend in the world.
"So anyway," Paul said, lighting a cigarette, "what did you have in mind, sugar-bush?"
"You hip to augmenting your income a bit, boss man?"
Blue smoke exploded from the big man's lips in a guffaw. "Hell, baby, you know it-unless you've worked for me all these years without learning anything!"
The tall woman sauntered back to her chair. She still had on the tight sweater and short skirt she'd been wearing when she'd picked Tina up that morning on the freeway. The nipples of her big jugs were standing out, clearly hard and full with excitement. She casually rubbed her hand once over them. "I've learned a lot from you, lover boy," she purred lewdly.
Morley laughed again. "So give," he urged.
"It's simple. We've got this little hot one all to ourselves-why don't we make her earn her keep?"
"You mean more than she already has?" Morley shot a fevered glance at his niece, huddled unmoving against the counter. He licked his lips.
"I mean we peddle her sweet little ass. There are an awful lot of rich guys with a taste for the young stuff. And from what you've said she's got the makings of a high class piece of tail, into the bargain."
Paul Morley was interested. "You mean we rent her out to the guys with the big bucks, like a single-girl, call-girl stable?" he asked, leaning forward.
Sandy lit herself a cigarette. She took a long drag before answering. "That'd be one way of doing it," she admitted.
"But not what you have in mind. Right?"
"Right." The secretary exhaled smoke through her shapely nostrils. "I mean, that would be fine for a while. But what if somebody caught on?
Instead, how about a low-risk proposition with one big lump-sum payment? In other words, we sell her outright."
"Hmmm," Morley nodded thoughtfully. "Couldn't we make more just renting her snatch?"
"Not if we find the right mark. Look, what do you think a guy would pay for complete and total ownership of a pretty young girl-with no questions asked, orlikely to be asked?"
"A bunch-if it were the right guy. He'd be able to do any damn thing he pleased with her. No matter how kinky."
"And if those clowns from the County wondered what became of her, we'd just wring our hands and sob that the poor, dear, demented thing had run off and disappeared without a trace."
"Hot damn!" Paul rubbed his hands together briskly. "So how do we find a buyer?"
"First we need something in the way of a sample," his secretary said. "You have a good camera anywhere around here?"
* * *
"Hold off a minute there, Paul," Sandy McCoy said, peering through the rangefinder of the camera. "All right. We're all in focus. Strut your stuff, big boy!"
Grinning hugely, Morley skinned out of the robe he'd changed into after hunting up the camera. In the middle of the living room floor, Tina snapped out of her stupor at the sight of his enormous, raging cock waving in air a hands breadth from her face. Instinctively pulling her shift, which was threatening to slip down and bare a small boob, up onto her shoulder, she threw herself back and tried to crawl away.
She'd gotten only a couple of feet before iron fingers caught her by the hair. Irresistibly she felt herself being dragged back around, till she was sitting on her heels facing her uncle. She felt a scream rising and opened her mouth to let it out.
Without hesitation Paul popped the fat head of his long hard cock between her lips and shoved it in. Snap! went the camera. "Oooog! Oommmmph!" the girl said, gagging on the tremendous bar of cock invading her face.
With only the huge head of her uncle's prick forced into her mouth, the girl felt her jaws muscles strain and the hinges threaten to give way. She'd already had that monster cock in her mouth, but she was still almost overpowered by the size and power and taste of the prick.
"That's nice, lover boy," Miss McCoy called breathily. "But let's get on to something else-I've got all the cocksucking shots we need."
"Sure, why not-ahhh!" Paul let go of the girl's yellow hair, put his palm on her forehead, and pushed. His cock popped loudly out of her mouth as she fell backwards. "Hell, variety is the spice of life, isn't it?"
The head of his cock was shiny with spit. Tina stared at it like a bird hypnotized by a snake. Sandy McCoy took another picture. "Fantastic," she breathed. "Looks like she's worshipping that hot prick of yours!"
Paul grinned at the compliment. Stepping forward, he bent down and grabbed the girl beneath the armpits. He hauled her to her feet. "Let's get you out of those clothes, baby," he mused, "and give the nice lady with the camera some juicy shots of your slit!"
Tina tried to writhe away, but Paul grabbed one arm and held onto it like a vise. He took hold of the shift handfuls at a time and started yanking it up and over her head. Tina felt air currents wash over her butt. She shrieked and kicked put.
By luck her foot caught her uncle smack on the shin. Barefoot as she was, it didn't do much damage, but the sudden pain enraged the burly, naked man. With a roar he hurled her across the room. The shift came apart with a rending sound, leaving him standing there holding the ruins of the garment while the now-nude teenager staggered against a chair and sat down hard.
"Beautiful!" Sandy exclaimed, adjusting her focus.
In two great strides Paul was standing over his niece, dragging her to her feet by the hair. He slapped her, backhand and forehand, across the face. Her vision filled with redness and stinging tears. I mustn't give in! I won't! she thought, trying to get hold of herself.
She thought she was prepared for the pain of the next blow. But she wasn't. Instead of hitting her cheeks, glowing with the marks of his palm, he slapped her as hard as he could across her bare, vulnerable tits.
The howl that rose from Tina's throat was an animal cry of sheer agony. The pain washed from the exquisitely sensitive nipples, back through the soft cushions of tit-flesh, and stabbed into her rib cage like knives. Again her uncle slapped her tits. This time the pain was worse.
Her knees gave way beneath her. She was vaguely aware of the camera clicking furiously nearby. At that moment, though, she didn't even have strength to care that her humiliation and agony were being recorded for total strangers to look at and lust over.
All she cared about was ending the pain. By any means possible. Even dying, if she could.
But that escape was to be denied her. Once again she was hauled roughly to her feet. She tried to shrink back into the chair, hugging her arms protectively over her bruised and abused jugs.
Instead her uncle took hold of her shoulder and turned her around. Then he bent her over the back of the easy chair, so that her pert ass stuck up in the air and her cunt-slit yawned pinkly from between the soft and snowy mounds of ass-flesh. Sandy moved in for a close-up, so near that the camera's lens was almost brushing the tangled tan hair of her pussy bush.
While one hand held the girl pinned to the chair, Paul groped with his other hand on a table nearby. "Here we go," he said in satisfaction. "This should do the job."
Miss McCoy giggled delightedly when she saw what her employer was holding. It was a switch of green wood two feet long, slender and lithe with lots of whippy action, which Morley demonstrated by making a few quick cuts in the air.
He eyed his niece's upturned ass. The butt-cheeks were like twin scoops of scrumptious ice cream. His prick gave a throb of desire. Aiming carefully, he slashed the vulnerable adolescent's naked butt right across the crack.
Tina had wondered what the swishing noises were behind her. With her head hanging down the front of the chair-back, she was able to see nothing but an impenetrable curtain of her own long hair. But now she found out. The blow landed with a sound like a wet sheet snapping in the wind, and her rump exploded into agony.
"YeeeeeAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "No! Don't! STOOOOOOPPPP!"
Morley looked at her butt again. The perfection of her snowy buttocks was marred by a slim and angry line of red crawling at a diagonal across them. He spent a second admiring the way the welt made an "X" with the crevice between the ass cheeks, and then he hit her again.
Swish-whack! went the switch. Tina's body bucked clear off the chair, her hair and small tits flying. Her uncle didn't give her a moment's respite. Instead he laid down a rain of blows, striping her burning butt into a red and white network of lines.
Tina's nubile young body jerked around like grease on a hot griddle. Not a stroke of the wicked, cutting switch was missed by the alert camerawoman. Every new strip of scarlet across Tina's rump was lovingly recorded on film.
Paul shifted around till he was standing, not beside his niece's ass, but beside the chair, facing in the same direction as her tortured ass. Carefully he whipped first one tender butt-cheek and then the other. Then he cut the helpless girl right down the spread-open crack of her ass.
The effect was electric. Tina almost bent backwards in he sudden spasm of agony, a long drawn-out wail drawn from her body as her head snapped up. Her uncle's hand kept her held firmly, almost crushing the breath from her. But she didn't notice that. All she noticed was the searing, awful pain.
Five more strokes landed on the dainty pucker of her ass-hole, till the flesh was puffy and red. Each blow hurt worse than the last, till it seemed the girl could take no more punishment without passing out. But the vigorous healthiness of her body betrayed her, and she wasn't allowed the blissful escape of oblivion.
At last her uncle stopped. Sweat was running down his broad face. He was puffing and blowing as if he'd just run a mile. His inflated cock, if it were possible, seemed to have gotten larger with its need to fuck into that tender, tasty, tortured adolescent body!
"That's enough of that," he wheezed, tossing the switch away. "Let's get the bitch juicy!"
Still pressing down on the small of Tina's back, Morley bent over. The hair on his chest tickled the raw hide of her butt. Then ice and flame seemed to fasten themselves over her butt-hole, and she gasped.
In an instant she recognized what was causing the sensation, and she gasped again. Her uncle had pressed his lips over her ass-hole, and was kissing and tonguing it with fervent heat!
"Oh! Ohh! Ahhhh!" the girl cried. Though her body throbbed with pain, though her blood burned with rage and humiliation, though the very idea of having someone French kissing her poop chute nauseated her, she felt herself responding immediately to the caress. Perhaps it was the forbiddenness of the act that turned her on. Perhaps it was the sudden juxtaposition of pleasure with the pain she'd thought she'd never escape. Whatever the reason, the girl was instantly writhing with erotic excitement!
With his weight pinning the girl in place, Paul shifted his hand from her back to one butt-cheek. The flesh seemed to pulse beneath his palm. Still lapping his niece's ass-hole, he brought up his other hand and thrust his index finger to the knuckle in her twat!
Instantly the probing finger was surrounded by seething pussy oils. "Oh, yes!" the girl murmured, totally unable to control the raging passion that exploded inside her cunt. Paul ran his tongue maddeningly around her fisted anus, then stirred his finger inside the rank, steamy mess of her cunt tunnel. She moaned.
She didn't want to control it now! She wanted it to happen-wanted her uncle to fuck that big cock up her eager pussy, fuck it all the way to her tonsils!
The loving lips left her poop chute. Paul's tongue flicked over her perineum and dipped into her cunt. The sweetest sensation Tina had ever known flowed like water into her pussy. "Wooo-ow!" she breathed. The pain that still emanated from her abused butt was totally forgotten in the first incredible contact of someone's mouth with her dripping cunt lips.
As he ate his way into his niece's pussy, Paul began fucking his stubby finger in and out of her cunt hole with a thick slurping sound. Sandy hovered close, snapping shot after shot of him finger-fucking his niece while his tongue delved deeply into her pussy. Tina was squirming with horniness, rolling her hips around and around the finger and the tongue in her brimming snatch. She was practically sobbing with passion as she fucked herself on them.
Paul's finger was smeared with the aromatic juices of Tina's cunt. Gleaming droplets of pussy oil escaped his greedy lips and flowed around his thrusting finger, to drip to the carpet from the loosely-hanging lips of the girl's cunt. The sweet taste of almost-virgin pussy filled his mouth.
Tina was practically going out of her mind! The double treatment her cunt was getting had her too horny to worry about the fact she once would have thought someone eating her cunt was as gross as eating her ass-hole. Anything anyone did to her was all right now, as long as it felt this good!
His hunger for pussy temporarily sated, Paul pulled his tongue out. Tina rolled her hips invitingly. The greasy, flexible tissues of her cunt sucked at his finger. He fucked the finger in and out a few more times, then drew it out too.
Tina didn't make any sounds of the disappointment she felt. Her uncle's weight had come off her back, and she could sense him coming around to stand behind her upturned butt-to bring his huge cock to bear on the greedy gape of her pussy! Nothing could have made the girl happier.
Nor were her expectations unfulfilled. She felt a stinging rush from her whipped ass as Paul laid his palms on her cheeks, spreading them apart with his thick thumbs. Then she felt the burning touch of his cockhead on her wet pussy lips, and for the second time that night she almost passed out-from pleasure, not pain, this time.
Paul groaned low in his throat as he felt the moist, cool kiss of Tina's sopping pussy lips on the tip of his blood-gorged prick. He'd meant to prolong the contact as long as possible, tease the girl and himself into the greatest arousal possible, and let Sandy McCoy get some impossibly juicy shots. But it wasn't to be. Unerringly the end of his wedge-shaped cockhead went between the gaping flaps of her cunt, and he found his huge prick being drawn involuntarily into the seething depths of the girl's pussy!
like an oily sheath Tina's cunt seemed to flow back to envelop her uncle's prick. But he knew it was an illusion. His cock was sliding so easily into the hot tightness of her cunt that it seemed to be swallowing him!
Tina's pussy took in every inch of that mammoth prick, till her slash was drooling hot sauces all over the base of Paul's cock and his hairy balls-and begged for more! "Oh fuck me!" Tina pleaded shamelessly. "FUCK ME NOW!"
Her uncle did. He yanked his prick out of her cunt with such force that the suction in the girl's pussy seemed about to overwhelm them both. He didn't stop the backwards stroke till just the head of his prick was holding the portal of her pussy open, and then he rammed it in as hard as he could. The chair rocked from the force of his fucking and his nut-sac slapped wetly against the gape of her gash.
Tina was blown away totally. Her body tingled like a live wire with lust. But now she couldn't even roll her hips around that pistoning prick. She was too weak to do anything but lie there with her pussy gaping greedily for her uncle's cock!
And her uncle gave it to her, with interest. With all the power of his well-muscled body he pulled his cock out and jammed it in, pulled out and jammed in, again and again, till the girl's butt and his belly and thighs were damp with the spray of cunt-juice thrown up by his wild fucking. He felt the beginnings of a truly cataclysmic orgasm stirring in his balls. A few seconds more of plowing his prick into that tight, boiling, brimming cunt would bring him off!
He stopped. For a long, luxurious moment he lingered with his cock balls-deep in Tina's snatch, letting it percolate in her fragrant pussy juices. Then, slowly but surely, he pulled it all the way out of her cunt.
The lips clung, stretched out toward him, then reluctantly gave up their prize as he pulled back. A clear, shiny torrent of cunt sauce escaped Tina's pussy and flowed down the backs of her legs. "What are you doing?" she moaned. "Where's your cock? Give me back that great big cock!"
Paul's hands were still on the girl's naked ass. He set his thumbs on either side of her ass-hole and pulled in opposite directions. The tiny entry to the girl's butt opened easily.
Biting his lip, Paul steered the conical head of his prick till its end socketed neatly into the depression formed by his niece's gaping ass-hole. It fit there snugly.
"What are you doing?" the girl demanded again. And then it hit her.
Her uncle was about to fuck her up the butt!
The warm clouds of lust that surrounded her evaporated. Cold fear replaced them. She remembered seeing Jake fuck her mother up the butt-she remembered the flash of terror in the shower that
Paul would try to stick his cock up her ass. Next to that, even being forced to suck on his fat prick and swallow the acrid flood of his jism was a mild fate.
Paul Morley's cock was the size of a huge salami. She couldn't take that thing up her butt! It would tear her apart! The agony-and the shame-would kill her!
She lifted her body by main force, twisting her neck to look imploringly at her uncle. "Don't!" she sobbed. "Please don't! I can't stand it! NOOOOOOO!"
"You get a shot of her face?" Paul asked over his shoulder to Miss McCoy. Then he began to drive his enormous cock up Tina's ass.
Tina gasped. God, it was terrible! It felt as though her ass was going to rip clean up the center at any second. "N-no more," the girl grunted. She was straining with every muscle to shut her butt-hole tight, to hold off the implacable intrusion of that unbearably big prick. "God, I can't take any more!"
Morley laughed loudly. "Sure you can," he said. "You better, anyway-I've only just got the head of my pecker shoved up your sexy little shitter!"
"NOOOO!" It was a despairing cry, made sharper by the fact that, against all her resistance, Paul managed to drive an inch more of his fat cock come up her ass.
It wasn't so much the pain of having her sensitive ass passage abraded by the huge prick After all, Paul's stiff cock was well-greased with the slippery oils of Tina's own cunt. It wasn't even the feeling that she was about to be torn wide open, that she was suffering irreparable damage inside. It was more the feeling of-of invasion that got to her so horribly.
More cock slid in. "Ayy!" Tina yipped. It felt as though the tip of the cock were stabbing into the base of her throat. Her hands were clenched into tiny fists. Her eyes bulged with the effort of trying to reject that horrible, hated cock.
"Don't worry," Paul said. His voice was tense, both from his own exertion in trying to force his cock into his niece's butt-hole despite her resistance-and from intense pleasure at the pressure her muscular resistance was causing his steely cock! "Only six or seven more inches to go!"
"Ahhhh!" Tina moaned. Her whole being, body and spirit, seemed to slump in exhaustion. Six more inches! She'd never survive that!
Her uncle took advantage of the lapse in her defenses. With an explosive grunt he drove four more inches all at once straight between her splayed-out ass-cheeks. "Gaaahhhhh!" the girl yelled. "OWWWWW!"
Paul wasn't listening. His head was back and a look of utter ecstasy was transfiguring his face. The muscles stood out starkly on his arms. His fingers dug pale depressions in the violated flesh of his niece's rump. And, bit by bit, the rest of his titanic cock disappeared into the narrow channel of her ass!
With one last piggish grunt Paul planted his prick hilt .deep in the girl's humid ass-hole. It felt like a steel tipped battering ram had been thrust into her belly. She gave a choking squeal. She couldn't draw a deep enough breath to make a louder protest than that!
"Hot ... fucking ... damn!" Paul ground out. "I just can't ... believe it!"
"Nice, lover boy?" Sandy McCoy asked. She was kneeling by the chair to get a close-up of the spot where Paul's rigid monster of a prick was swallowed by the girl's cruelly-stretched ass-hole.
"It's better than ... nice," Paul said, with visible effort. "Jesus! Can't ... hold out! Gotta ... come!"
"Just a minute," Sandy said. "Lemme get around in front. I want some face-shots of her really feeling it. OK-ready? Give it to her, hard!"
If his life had depended on it, Paul Morley would not have been able to refuse her command. Every fiber of his body lusted to drive his cock in and out of Tina as hard and fast as he could, till the head of his cock was blown up by the climax building relentlessly in the pressure-cooker of his balls. Bracing his arms, he pulled the cock free.
If Tina Mayhew had thought her uncle's incredibly big prick had hurt being crammed into her butt, she learned now that that was nothing. The cock being drawn out-that was what hurt! It felt like a log of firewood, leaving splinters all the way down her poop chute.
She was crying freely now, her pretty face twisted into a mask of agony and fear. At last the rending pain of Paul hauling his cock free, stopped, but was immediately replaced by the lancing pain of him thrusting it back in-fast. "Oooooo, AHHHHH!" Tina wailed, as the whole length of that huge cock shot up her ass-hole. Paul's balls flopped against the downward-smiling crack of her cunt, and then the cock was on its torturous way out again.
And then Paul was fucking the teenager's butt as hard and fast as he'd fucked her pussy minutes before. Tina's cries of pain were confused, incoherent, a rising and falling keening like an air raid alarm. Every time he pulled that fantastic cock out of her ass-hole her eyes screwed themselves shut; with every forward lunge they'd snap open as though to pop from her head.
"In-fucking-credible," Miss McCoy said wonderingly.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" said Paul.
The first spurt of jism seemed to take the head of his cock with it. Half his mighty prick was buried in his niece's ass when he started coming. She screamed shrilly as the first come-blast seared her ass channel like acid, then again as Paul rammed his cock full-length into her ass.
There was no more furious pistoning, though. Paul stood there with his every muscle straining and his cock all the way up Tina's rump, unloading what seemed to be quarts of milky come up her rectum. The stuff filled her whole ass channel and then leaked out around the thick plug of his cock. And Miss McCoy was on hand to capture the white stuff oozing from the pain-filled ass-hole.
"What a picture!" she exulted.
"Unnngh!" said Paul.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"And now this one shows the young lady, shall we say, going down for the count." Smiling sensuously, Miss McCoy leaned forward to hand the photograph to the tall, handsome stranger. She leaned far enough so that her already low-cut neckline gave the man an unobstructed view of her lovely, braless boobs.
His eyes flicked upwards briefly and he smiled as he accepted the picture. Then he sat back and studied it.
The man stuck his lower lip out and nodded his head. "Not many girls that age can take that much of a man's cock down their throats," he said. "Very nice."
Paul Morley and his sexy secretary exchanged pleased looks. The man really seemed interested in their "merchandise." And he looked like money. Lots of money.
Morley shuffled through the stack of glossy photos of himself and his niece. He pulled out one of the girl tossing her head back, her blonde hair flying, her pretty young face transformed by a look of either sheer ecstasy or utter agony as her uncle drove his gigantic cock to the hilt in her ass. He paused to look at it himself before passing it over. Just looking at it made his cock hard as rock.
"Nice," the man said, studying the new shot.
"I think, Mr. Meyer-" Paul began.
"Call me Dick," the man put in smoothly in a deep, rich voice.
"Oh. Well then, Dick. Perhaps you'd actually like to view the ... goods ... at first hand."
"That sounds like an excellent idea," Meyer said with a grin. He reached up to adjust his dark glasses. He hadn't had the shades off since he'd arrived a few minutes after noon at Morley's house. Morley didn't know whether he had simply been wearing the glasses against the harsh midday sun or if, understandably, the man was trying to protect his identity. He wasn't going to ask either.
At a nod from her boss, Sandy stood up and walked up the stairs, swinging her hips deliberately. The prospective customer watched her appreciatively. She was wearing a short skirt, of a clinging material that made it abundantly clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
"Your secretary is some woman, Mr. Morley," he said when she was out of sight.
"Yes. Thank you. Now, Mr.-Dick-you should know that if you decide to go through with this deal, there's absolutely no way anyone will ever ask you any inconvenient questions."
"What about the girl's parents?"
"Her father's dead-Vietnam. And her mother is in prison. You might have read about it. Very messy."
"What about, ahh, official inquiries?"
"No trouble," Morley assured him. "We tell the county people that she ran away. They won't bother looking for her."
He looked away. "That means, of course, that you can do anything you want with the girl ... anything."
They sat for a moment in silence. A sound from the head of the stairs made them tum. "Ah, here she is," Paul said.
Tina stood looking at the floor. "Come along," Miss McCoy said, tightening the grip on the girl's wrist. She resisted for a moment, then allowed herself to be led down the steps.
The blonde teenager was wearing a shimmery green pantsuit. Paul wanted her to look her best for the man who might be becoming her new owner. Surprisingly, she hadn't put up any kind of a fight at all when he and Sandy dressed her. The shocks and humiliations had been too much for her. She didn't care any longer.
"Mmmmm," Meyer said with a lopsided grin. "Her pictures don't do her justice." Sandy brought Tina to stand in front of him. The adolescent seemed to be studying the toes of his shoes.
"Why don't you sort of try her out?" Paul suggested.
"May I?"
"I insist. I wouldn't want you to buy, um, a pig in a poke."
"Get down on your knees, sweetheart," Miss McCoy said. She pressed down gently on Tina's shoulders. Obediently, Tina dropped to her knees with a soft thud.
"You have her well-trained," the stranger approved. Paul and Sandy beamed.
Meyer reached down and unzipped his fly. Looking over the blonde girl's shoulder, Sandy saw the bulge in the front of his trousers. Her blue eyes widened.
His cock must be as big as Paul's!
In a second he had the cock out and throbbing in his hand. Miss McCoy wasn't disappointed. Her lustful gaze feasted on an eight-inch-long, inch and a half thick chunk of solid prickmeat.
Tina didn't even stir. Her head was tilted downwards. Her hair fell in a golden stream over her shoulders. Sandy patted her on the shoulder.
"Why don't you just suck on Mr. Meyer's love lyre, his nice cock for him, Tina dear?" the secretary asked.
Tina felt a large hand take her under the chin and lift her face. Something hard pressed against her lips. It was warm and she felt the racing throb of a heartbeat. Then it came into focus and she realized it was the newcomer's prick, trying to force its way into her mouth!
The man wrapped his fingers around her jaw and squeezed. Involuntarily Tina's mouth opened into an "O". The tip of the big prick began to wedge its way inside.
The meaty flavor of prick filled Tina's mouth. The mental haze that had enveloped her disappeared, leaving her clearheaded-and defiant!
No! she thought suddenly. No, I won't go through with it! They may be going to sell me like a side of beef, but if this bastard is going to use me to get his rocks off, he's going to pay for it-in more ways than one!
Her jaw hinges strained as the whole of the man's inflated cockhead forged into her face. "Niiiiiiice," Meyer said. He plugged an inch more of his turgid prick into the young girl's mouth. She bit down. Hard.
"Yeeeeeeeooooow!" Meyer yowled. He pushed the teenager away with both hands and sat down suddenly. Tina went back on her dainty buns. She sat wiping her mouth and smiling maliciously.
Her smile didn't last long. As her uncle knelt by the stranger's side oozing concern, Sandy grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it painfully. "You crummy snot nosed brat!" the black-haired woman snarled. "I'll teach you to make trouble!" She slapped the girl stingingly across the face.
Paul was advancing on the pair, pulling off his necktie. "Grab her arms, Sandy," he said. "Let's let Dick teach her. He'll want to get back at the little slut, and it'll give him a chance to see how she acts under the lash."
"Good idea. But I'd like a crack at the bitch too."
"You may get your chance. Here, hold her arms out." Tina struggled, but Sandy and her boss were both bigger and stronger than the teenager. In a matter of seconds they had her bent over the coffee table with her butt in the air and her wrists tied to a table leg.
"All right now," Paul said. "You have a belt, Dick? Then step right up and lay it on. Take your time-this is on the house!"
Craning her neck, Tina saw Meyer approaching.
His mustached face was red with anger. He was twisting a broad leather belt in his hands.
Paul hooked his fingers in the waistband of Tina's pants and pulled. Pants and panties tore away, to reveal the snowy roundness of her butt. "Go to it," he said.
Without hesitation Meyer lashed out with the belt. It caught the tied-up girl right across the cheeks of her upturned ass with a noise like a gunshot. "Yiii!" she yelped shrilly.
A flaming red mark appeared where the blow had landed. Unlike Paul, Tina's potential buyer wasn't interested in admiring his handiwork. He immediately drew back and hit his victim again with all the power of his thickly-muscled arm.
This time the leather bit deep. Tina gasped, her voice taken away by the pain. God, that stung! He must be stronger even than her Uncle Paul!
The throb-throb-throb of pain from his bitten cock added power to his blows. Rhythmically he walloped away at the exposed and vulnerable buttocks. Tina soon got her voice back. "AaaaaaaaiiiiiiiEEEEEEEEEE!" she yelled.
Her agonized cries alternated with the sharp crack! of the blows. The milk-white flesh of her ass turned into a mass of red welts, thick and puffy from the brutal impacts of the belt. Her head swam. She writhed and struggled till the necktie bit into her wrists, but there was no way to escape the jarring, biting punishment her ass was getting.
Sandy stood beside her boss. She leaned against him. The next thing he knew her hand crept to his crotch and given his prick a squeeze. "Ahhhhhhh," he said in surprised pleasure.
"I knew it," the woman leered. "Hard as a rock. Well, there's no point wasting a magnificent hard-on like that, is there, lover?"
Her nipples were clearly visible through the taut fabric of her blouse, ripe and swollen with desire. She took her employer by the hand and led him to the couch. His thick fingers fumbled at his fly. He pulled his own big, stiff ramrod of prick out of his pants just as his beautiful secretary pushed him down on the couch.
She turned around. The hot rank smell of aroused cunt hit him in the face like a wet towel. "Get ready for it, big boy. I'm hot and wet and so horny I can hardly stand it!"
Tina squealed as a particularly strong blow smacked her ass. Sandy reached down and flounced her skirt up in back. As the man who called himself Dick Meyer had guessed, there was nothing beneath her short skirt except luscious bare skin. Her perfectly-matched ass-cheeks smiled right into Paul's face. He got a glimpse of jet-black pussy fur at her crotch, and then she sat down on his prick.
Cool pussy lips kissed the head of his cock moistly. Both of them sucked in their breath. They almost expected a hissing of steam to rise as her pussy oils touched the raging heat of his cock. "Wow!" he said, and then she began to lower herself.
Her cunt lips splayed out as her pussy greedily took in Paul's giant prick. Simmering sauces surrounded the cock. He watched fascinated as the lovely buttocks were wedged farther and farther apart as the brunette impaled herself.
After a delightful eternity Sandy's cunt lips kissed the base of Paul's cock. A trickle of cunt juice ran down onto his hairy ball-sac. "Far out," she said, and then began to fuck herself, fast and furiously, on the huge swollen cock.
Tina was drinking in air in great shuddering gulps. It felt as if her ass were rubbed raw. Pain throbbed from her butt and seemed to smash like waves into her brain. She couldn't take any more! At last the awful beating had stopped-but was the stranger finished whipping her poor, tortured ass? Or was he only taking a breather before he started in again?
Then she found out. A hardness prodded between her pain-filled butt-cheeks. It found the tight fist of her ass-hole and began exerting pressure. Instinctively Tina clamped her ass muscles. Her buttocks pressed together, pinning the hard object.
Then she realized what was happening. The stranger was trying to stick his cock up her ass.
Ungreased!
"Noooooooooo!" she cried. "No don't! You can't! You'll kill me!"
The man ignored her. She bit her lip in pain from pain at the touch on her tender rump. He pushed the ass cheeks apart, pulling at her poop chute to make it open to his dry, stiff prick.
The very tip of the fat, blunt cock entered the portal of Tina's butt-hole. like a wedge it held the opening wide. Muscles stood out on the stranger's arms as he began to strain to thrust his dry prick into the girls rump.
It went in a fraction of an inch. "Ouch!" Tina exclaimed. It rasped the delicate inside of her ass channel like a file. The sudden twinge of pain caused her to lessen her resistance in surprise for a millisecond.
Meyer took advantage of the lapse. He pushed forward with his hips. The entire head of his prick went into Tina's ass with an audible pop.
"Ghaaaaaaaa!" Tina gasped. Already her butt-hole seemed full! The rasping pain was replaced by the pain of her circular ass sphincter, being stretched out of shape.
Incredible tightness surrounded Meyer's prick. The greatest pressure was on the ultra-sensitive area where the inflated head of his mighty prick met the shaft. The squirming girl's butt had clamped down so hard it seemed about to pinch off the head of his cock. But he didn't care-it felt too good!
Already the man could feel the load of jism coming to a boil in his balls. He had to get going if he wanted to really get the feel of fucking the blonde's ass before he came! Grunting, he started to force more and more of his giant cock up the unwilling girl's fiercely-resisting butt.
Now the pain began for real. Tina's flat belly went hollow from the effort of trying to close her ass passage against the invasion of Meyer's prick. But it did no good. Deeper and deeper into her rump the rampant prick made its agonizing way.
Tina wouldn't have thought it would hurt so hideously. Not after her Uncle Paul had already blazed the way by butt-fucking her with that titanic cock of his. But Paul at least had greased his prick before forcing it up his niece's ass. The stranger's cock was bone-dry and rough.
It felt as though a telephone pole wrapped in sandpaper was being rammed gradually into the girl's rectum. like knives the pain stabbed into her ass. The tissues seemed to be flayed away from the tender walls of her ass-hole. And there was nothing she could do!
Not as bad-but bad enough-was the tearing sensations of her poop chute being forced to spread wide to take in the massive prick. The prick threatened to split her half-naked body right down the middle. The head of the cock was like a burning coal traveling into her innards. She thought it would kill her at any moment. She hoped it would!
At last the terrible progress of the cock stopped. It was replaced by a throb of agony. Meyer's prick was hilt-deep in Tina's ass now, and he was taking a moment to savor the snug, dry fit of her ass sheath around his prick.
It was delicious. Ungreased, his prick had had the outer layer of skin rubbed off in its journey up Tina's butt. That meant his pulsating prick was far more sensitive to the delightful sensations of hot young flesh enveloping it. He gave a long, low moan and pulled his cock out slowly.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Tina groaned. Long, shuddering wails were drawn from her tortured body as the man's cock flayed its way out of her rump. Every inch seemed to be a mile of excruciating agony as the cock withdrew.
When his big prick was back in the open air except for the purple, cone-shaped head, Meyer rammed it in again. Tina gave a short, surprised yip. Then the man was fucking her butt fast and hard as a horny stallion. Despite the friction of ungreased cock on the membranes inside the girl's rump that threatened to drive them both insane-him with pleasure, her with pain-he screwed the welted ass for all he was worth.
Rotating her hips madly around the fat pillar of her employer's cock, Sandy McCoy opened her pale-blue eyes. "Hey look!" she called throatily. "Dick's got his prick up Tina's butt. L-look at him put it to her!"
With a grunt Paul brought his ass off the sofa, driving his cock impossibly farther up his secretary's brimming snatch. Already wild from the powerful fucking she was getting and watching the painful humiliation of the captive girl, Sandy was forced over the edge into orgasm. "Oh!" she cried softly, and came.
"Shit!" Paul gulped. His prick gave one huge pulse of jism and he came.
The outsider was dimly aware of the fucking pair's orgiastic cries. Tina was writhing and twisting with hysterical energy, trying futilely to escape his hard-driving cock. It was as delightful for his ass-buried prick as if she were trying to bring him off. And the sight of her helplessness, and the glowing, abused flesh of her impaled butt, fueled the overloaded boiler in his balls.
It blew.
"Yaaaaarrrrrgggh!" he cried. His prick seemed to swell. Then it delivered a blast of seething come so hard that Tina cried out with shock. Then the creamy come began to burn her scraped ass channel like acid. Tears flew from her eyes as the man fucked his spurting prick in and out of her ass.
Her butt filled with sperm. She felt it gush out around the pistoning girth of Meyer's prick. The tempo of his butt-fucking never flagged. She wondered if it would ever end.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Finally the grinding rhythm of Meyer forcing his come-spewing cock in and out of Tina's ass subsided. The prick gave one final surge of boiling jism as the man planted it balls-deep in the distended butt-hole once more, and then relaxed.
"Whaaaaaaa!" the man sighed explosively. He pulled his prick free. The pain was sharp, but it was less than the searing horror of the fucking had been for his victim. The come his prick had spat out lubricated his deflating cock as it left Tina's rump.
The prick popped out. Tina's slack ass-hole drooled a thick stream of jism down the back of her thighs before closing up again. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed.
Miss McCoy was just raising herself off Paul Morley's spent prick. Wet squishing sounds came from her happily satiated cunt and jism ran freely down her thighs. "Wow," she said. "Straight ahead fucking blended with a wild live sex show. Far fucking out."
All Morley could do was groan. He felt as if his cock had been run through a wringer. He'd made no secret of how much fun it had been incestuously fucking his niece's pussy-and virgin ass-hole. He knew his secretary had gone to great lengths to remind him that there was no substitute for experience. And she'd certainly made a believer out of him! Miss McCoy's educated cunt had worked his prick like five skillful fingers! He ran a hand over the shiny, smooth curve of her rump.
Swaying slightly, she walked to the table across which the captive teenager was tied belly-down. Dick Meyer grinned at her lewdly, if a little shakily, and then staggered to the couch and sat down heavily. His huge reddish prick hung like a limp worm outside his trousers.
She bent over the teenager. Taking her gently by the shoulders, she turned Tina over onto her back. The girl blinked up at her through a haze of tears.
"Wh-what do you want?" Tina demanded.
"Not much," Sandy smiled. "I just want you to clean out my poor sloppy pussy." Seeing the puzzled look on the adolescent's face, she added, "With your tongue."
Tina gagged. She turned her face away. To put her mouth to another woman's pussy-the idea was revolting. It was lesbianism! And to put her tongue into Miss McCoy's cunt, into the dripping smelly mess of jism and pussy oils-she'd die first!
The tall woman bent down, out of the girl's line of sight. Straightening, she shifted her long luscious legs so that she stood straddling the helpless girl's upturned face. Tina stared up at the gaping pink mouth of her cunt. A gooey drop of cunt juice shot through with milky come fell right on her cheek. She choked and shook her head to throw it off. The smell was overpowering, both from the sticky gobbet of twat-sauce and semen and from the nearness of the wide-open cunt.
Sandy ran both hands over her full jugs, thrilling to the feel of her palms on her swollen nipples. "You're going to eat my sweet pussy whether you want to or not, darling," she said laughingly. "But I'm not going to give you a chance to bite the way you did Dick. I'm going to fix you so you beg to be allowed to lap my quim!"
With that she showed the captive what she'd brought out from under a chair nearby. Tina screamed.
It was a buggy whip.
"Tsk, tsk," Sandy said, shaking her head. "If you were a good girl, I wouldn't have to do this." She stooped and her fingers touched Tina's collarbone. The girl bit her lip. Her eyes were wide as saucers with fear. Even after the things she'd been through she was afraid of the things Sandy would think to do to her.
The fingertips slid inside the adolescent's blouse. Tina felt a hand cup her bare breast. Despite herself she gave a small sound of pleasure. It felt nice.
With a sudden savage motion Miss McCoy tore open the blouse and pulled the teenager's bra down to bare her cone-shaped tits. The woman stood upright and gave a quick flick of her wrist.
Tina shrieked as her left nipple exploded into pain. Her back arched and she nearly fell off the table. When the scarlet mist cleared from her eyes she saw the tall secretary standing over her with undisguised lust in her blue eyes. She looked down at her left boob. Its tip seemed to be ready to burst with pain.
The nipple Sandy McCoy had snapped with the whip was standing full and erect, as though from sheer horniness!
"YAAAAHHHHHHH!" she cried suddenly as the woman popped her other nipple with the tip of the whip. Her small, lithe body flew into the air. When it fell back she saw both cherry-like nipples jutting tautly. She shuddered. What was coming over her?
"You see," Miss McCoy said from deep in her throat. "Pain can be pleasure. You're getting turned on-aren't you?"
"No!" Tina said firmly. "No, I-oh God! Yes! Yes!" She could no longer deny it. Her nostrils were suddenly filled with a new pussy-smell, sharper and crisper than the aroma of Sandy's jism-gorged twat. The look in the big woman's eyes showed she scented it too.
A shiny drop of pure cunt honey rolled down the inside of Miss McCoy's thigh. It smelled like essence of hungry pussy. Tina turned her head to watch it, fascinated-and her pussy seemed to blaze with agony.
"AaaaaaauuuuuuWWWWAAAAH!" she howled. Instinctively she rolled onto her side. She squashed her bare thighs together to shield her pussy, to soothe the pain that emanated from the aching lips of her cunt. With perfect accuracy her tormentor had cracked the whip right on the frilly inner lips of her pussy!
"Not again!" Tina begged. "Don't do it again! Please! I'll do anything! I'll eat your pussy-only don't hit me there again."
"Huh-uh," Miss McCoy shook her head. "You're not getting off that easy. Now roll back over and spread your thighs, baby."
"No!"
A wicked smile spread across Sandy's lovely features. "Well then..." The adolescent was bent practically double, with her arms over the edge of the table, wrists still securely tied to one of its legs. The whip licked out again.
This time its kiss of fire caressed the pucker of her violated ass-hole. Her body straightened like a spring as a ragged screech ripped from her throat. Reflexively she rolled onto her back. Her slender naked legs thrashed at the air.
With incredible precision Miss McCoy snapped the hood of pink flesh sheathing Tina's sensitive and vulnerable clit. The girl's cry of agony seemed to rattle the windows. Her body bucked, her face leapt upwards-to bury her nose in the morass of Sandy's cunt!
Sandy moaned and almost dropped the lash. The teenager's lower teeth crushed her lust-swollen clit. Sparkles of delight shot up her spine and crackled in her brain.
No less intense was the agony that still flooded from Tina's pussy. She had never in her life imagined that anything could hurt as horribly as having her clitty popped with the whip. It was as if every vein and nerve in the lower part of her nubile young body was crawling with liquid fire.
Rubbery wetness surrounded her nose. As the pain ebbed a bit she realized that her face was thrust right into the midst of her tormentor's pussy. She cried out, and a rush of pussy oils filled her mouth.
She fell back choking on a taste so rank and overpowering that the smarting in her cunt was forgotten. She fell back, shaking her head, trying to spit the heady cunt sauce out. But she couldn't escape. Miss McCoy dropped to her knees. Once again the slack-lipped cunt filled her eyes, and its reek filled her nostrils.
She tried to let her head hang, but Sandy grabbed a handful of her hair. "My cunt," the secretary practically sobbed. "Eat ... my ... cunt ... NOW! Or I'll kill you! God, I have to feel your lips on my pussy!"
Tina felt her face being dragged up till Sandy's pussy kissed her tightly-shut mouth with a slobbery squelch. Now the girl could smell the tang of jism as well as pussy oil. She shook her head frantically. She was determined not to do this-not to degrade herself in this obscene way and give her torturer the perverted thrills she was looking for!
Sandy slashed at the teenager's exposed cunt as hard as she could. Tina opened her mouth for a scream that would have lifted the roof-if matted cunt-bush and rubbery pussy lips hadn't filled her mouth and muffled all sound!
"Gaaaaaahhhhhh!" It was Sandy's turn to cry aloud, as the helpless teenager screamed full into her pussy. She threw the whip clear across the room and grabbed Tina's chin, so that both hands were pressing her victim's face deep into the greedy swamp of her pussy.
"Yes! Eat me! Eat me now!" she cried.
Mindlessly, Tina worked her jaw muscles. Her mouthful of pussy lips was tart and ... and tasty! With a start, she realized she was actually beginning to enjoy the forbidden fruit of another woman's cunt!
It may have been the already-familiar bouquet of come that made her mouth and pussy start to water at the same time. All she knew was that Miss McCoy's brimming pussy was the most delicious treat she'd ever tasted-she wanted to eat it all up and beg for more.
The two men actually got to their feet and started to run to Sandy's aid. Her skirt had fallen down to shroud her pussy and the teenager's face burrowing eagerly into it. All Meyer and Morley saw was the big-titted brunette with Tina's head between her thighs, squirming and shrieking as though in terrible pain-as though her victim was biting her the way she had Meyer!
Then the secretary tore her skirt off and the two men were treated to the erotic spectacle of Tina Mayhew eating pussy as though she were starved for it. They stopped and stared.
Tina never noticed them. All that existed were the warm resilient thighs pressing in against the sides of her head, shutting out all sound-and the wet, slithery, slippery, pungent, and delicious cunt that she was licking and lapping and sucking for all she was worth! Gobbets of congealing come rolled down her throat, floating in rivulets of musky cunt honey.
There was no thought of trying to find the sensitive nerve-node of Sandy's clit. The girl's tongue roved at random, now stroking incandescently along the dripping slit, now stabbing deep between the lacy cunt lips, now crushing pussy lips against firm white teeth. But Sandy didn't need it. The wild, abandoned, indiscriminate gobbling of her cunt was driving her out of her mind!
It was lucky Sandy was on her knees. Her every joint felt like water. Her legs wouldn't have supported her weight. Tidal waves of ecstasy crashed into her supple body as the beautiful blonde adolescent ravenously ate her cunt. "Keep it up!" she sobbed. "My pussy feels so good! Oh, keep eating me-I'm about to come! Make me COME!"
Tina couldn't have heard her. But her mouth tasted the urgency in Sandy's lovely body. The streaming cunt juice took on a subtly different flavor, and somehow the girl knew that now was the time to kick out all the stops. And she did!
She opened her mouth wide and practically inhaled the woman's cunt lips. She sucked them deeply into her mouth while Sandy thrashed and cried with delight. Then, despite the death grip of the tender thighs on her head, she began wagging her head from side to side, furiously tonguing the trapped pussy flaps.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Sandy. She came.
Her thighs seemed to turn to steel. For an instant Tina thought her head would be crushed by the awful power of Sandy's orgasm. A fresh torrent of pussy juice fountained from the black-furred cunt. The pressure of her thighs relaxed, returned, relaxed and returned with a vengeance as Tina's relentless pussy-eating set off climax after climax within Sandy's cunt.
The throes of ecstasy began to die away. No sooner had they when Tina abruptly felt her own cunt tunnel twist and tauten with pleasure, and her brain fill with the scintillating colors of orgasm. She drove her face farther up Sandy's oily twat. Both girls dissolved into a shuddering, cataclysmic mutual orgasm.
Two pussies filled with hot delight. Tina's mouth tasted the succulence of the other woman's cunt as though it was fine wine. And then finally orgasm gave way to a warmth of afterglow. The tension went out of both lovely, half-nude bodies.
"Oooooooh!" Miss McCoy sighed. She suddenly sat back, depriving Tina's fervently working mouth of its toothsome treat of saucy cunt.
Paul and the stranger looked at each other. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Paul said reverently.
CHAPTER NINE
Miss McCoy stretched like a cat. Her cunt bush was a damp, dank mat. Her thighs glistened with saliva and the juices of her cunt. "That little chickie has a hell of a lot of native talent," she said huskily.
Tina was still lost in a haze of pleasure. The luscious flavor of pussy was still sweet and full on her lips and tongue. She lay with her head hanging and her long blonde hair spilling onto the floor, all memory of pain and fear and humiliation washed away by the seething tides of orgasm.
"I think Mr. Mey-Dick will be satisfied that he's getting quality goods," Paul said. He was trying his best to ignore the raging stiffness of his prick.
"Uh, yes," Meyer said dreamily. "I've got no doubts at all."
Sandy got slowly to her feet. "Ahh, that was nice," she purred. "But I'm not through with the little cunt-not yet!"
Paul cocked his head to one side. "What have you got in mind?"
"You'll see." Sandy gave him an evil grin. "It's pretty warm out now, isn't it?" she asked.
"Up to about a hundred, I'd guess." The air conditioner was a muffled whine in the background. "Why?"
"Don't you think, say, a metal surface in the sun would be practically hot enough to fry an egg on? How would that feel on this bitch's tender titties? It would hurt, wouldn't it?"
Morley licked his lips. "Yeah," he breathed. His cock gave an almost painful throb.
Meyer looked dubious. "Don't worry, Dick," Sandy said. "It won't damage her-not permanently. It'll turn her into an obedient animal, the perfect pet. It, and a little idea I just had to make things interesting. Why don't you two boys take her on outside and tie her to the slide?"
The two men looked at each other and nodded. They were both getting an incredible turn-on from Miss McCoy's casually sadistic discussion of her plans for the helpless teenager. And they badly wanted to see those plans put into action! They suspected they would involve something painful and degrading for Tina-and unbelievably erotic for them!
Sandy walked toward the back door. The two couldn't help turning their heads to watch the play of her butt-cheeks as she walked, unashamed of her nakedness as she was of the cunt sauce silvering her legs. At the door she paused to skin off her blouse and shake her long, luxurious black hair down over her big beautiful tits, and then she went out.
Tina woke from her daze to find the two men untying her from the table. They lifted her to her feet and, supporting her, removed the rest of her clothing. She felt their burning gazes roving over every inch of her pretty naked body.
Paul reached up and squeezed a bare boob. Meyer grinned at him. Tina looked from one to another, not comprehending.
"Let's go, baby," Morley said. They began to walk the naked teenager to the door. They had to hold her up, since her legs were still rubbery from the extremes of pain and pleasure her body had been subjected to. But the girl was too spent to resist them as they walked her back into the harsh sunlight.
Leaving his niece to be held by Meyer, Paul stooped and unhooked a green garden hose from the faucet beside the back door. "This oughta hold her," he said, and they walked her to the slide.
Standing at the foot of the slide, Tina could feel the reflected light and heat of the sun washing over her belly, thighs, and boobs. It was uncomfortable just standing there. Then, as if for the first time, she heard in her mind the wanton secretary's words. "Don't you think it would be hot enough to fry an egg on? How would it feel on this bitch's tender titties."
Her legs gave way beneath her. "NOOOOO!" she cried.
Her knees thumped on the soft green grass. It only made it easier for the two men to do what they had in mind. They shoved her forward rudely. The metal lip of the slide bit into the fronts of her bare thighs. Then she was bending forward, with the heat washing over her.
"No!" she begged. "Don't do it. I can't stand it! NO-pleaaaaa-EEEEEEEAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!"
Sun-hot metal seared her naked boobs. The steel sent fiery lances into the soft cushions of her jugs when it touched nipples, and then they were squashed against the searing heat, her boobs were flattening out, seeming to burn as they came in contact with the slide. She shut her eyes and shrieked at the top of her lungs.
The men pulled her arms forward and tied her wrists under the slide. She was trapped, with her tits pressed against the boiling heat. "Gooooooo-ddddd!"she yelled.
As they straightened, Meyer asked Morley, "Won't somebody hear her?"
"No. No one around this time of day. And they wouldn't pay attention anyway."
Tina was sobbing mindlessly from the awful pain. "No, no, no," she repeated. "I can't take it. Ohhhhhhh! My titties! My tits are fryin'! Oh, somebody help me!"
She heard the door into the garage open behind her upturned ass. Through a delirium of agony and fear she heard the scrabbling of nails on pavement. It took a moment for the sound to register. "Beau! Oh, thank God! Beau, Beau-help me, boy! Help!"
The dog gave a guttural bark. She heard the scratching of his claws getting nearer, heard the barking. She turned her head to look at him, squealing sharply as the movement brought new titflesh into contact with the scorching metal.
It was Beau, all right. And holding the end of his leash was the voluptuous, naked, Miss McCoy. She was holding the huge dog with both hands, and despite her size and strength she seemed to be having a tough time keeping him under control. Tina wondered that she could control him at all-he'd disliked Uncle Paul's secretary from the start.
But the dog was straining forward, as if to reach his mistress. In her relief, Tina almost forgot the pain in her tortured tits. He would help her! He'd take care of the terrible people who were doing this to her. She lay her head against the slide, her cheek insulated by her long hair.
An icy touch on the goose-pimpled flesh between her ass-hole and her pussy made her start. "Yiiiii!" she cried as fresh pain racked her. The touch came again. She recognized it. Beau was sniffing at her naked hindquarters.
"No, no, boy," she said. "Don't touch me there. Help me!"
Instead the dog kept nosing around his mistresses exposed cunt. Miss McCoy let go the leash and dropped to her knees beside him. Her long nailed fingers caressed Tina's butt.
"Here we go, big boy," she breathed to the dog. "Isn't this nice? It's a pretty pussy. It's waiting for you, boy. It's all wet and juicy and tight, and it's just waiting for your hard doggie cock!" She put her fingertips on either side of Tina's downward-smiling pussy and pulled the pink-rimmed opening wide.
"What are you-God, it hurts! What are you doing?" Tina demanded frantically, turning again to see what was going on behind her. New torment filled her boobs and belly. She scarcely noticed as the sick certainty filled her of what Miss McCoy was trying to do.
She was trying to get Beau to fuck his helpless, bound mistress!
But he wouldn't-he couldn't! He loved her. He was loyal to her. He was her only true friend in the whole world.
His long tongue came out and slopped wetly up the length of her pussy slit. A chill ran up the nude captive's spine. She writhed, trying to escape the flaming pain in her jugs, trying to escape the obscene caress of the dog's tongue. It was no use. The hose was firmly knotted around both slender wrists.
She shuddered again as Sandy bent her head to kiss her gaping gash. "See?" the brunette crooned. "Here's where your prick goes, boy. Right in the middle of this juicy blonde twat! Lick it again!" He did. Tina gave a sob of despair.
"No, you can't! Beau! Uncle Paul! Don't let her-don't let him! Save me, save me somebody! Owwwwww!"
Eagerly, Beau began to slurp at his mistress' pussy. Sandy bent over and peered at the tangled fur at his crotch. She gave a cry of delight. "Oh, it's hard and big! Stick it in her cunt, big boy!"
Beau was quivering with lust. Tina could feel his breath hot on her ass-cheeks, almost as hot as the metal that seemed to be cooking her poor boobs. Tears streamed down her face and hissed on the hot slide.
The aroma of cunt, moist and available, was working like magic on the dog. As Sandy held Tina's pussy open again he lapped at the tasty gape of the cunt again and then lunged up and forward.
Tina screamed as his weight came down on her hindquarters and the small of her back, crushing her against the searing slide. At once the dog's great forelegs were firmly gripping her slender waist. His hips began to pump spastically back and forth. The clammy hard point of his prick jabbed rhythmically at her butt, her perineum, the thick folds of flesh to either side of her yawning snatch. "Go away!" the girl shrieked. "Get him away! He's about to put his cock in me! He's about to A AA A AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"God damn!" Morley said. "Look at that!"
The dog's cock had gone home in his mistress' twat.
For a moment the dog poised, as though frozen with surprise. Tina's eyes snapped open in horror. She felt the loathsome dog's prick, buried hilt-deep in her pussy. Coarse hair rasped her cunt lips.
Involuntarily she sucked a deep breath into her stomach. Her scream seemed to start at the soles of her bare feet. "EeeeeeeeyyyyyyyAAAAAAA-HHHHHHHHHH!" she howled.
The cry tightened every inch of her nubile body. The muscular contraction squirted the slippery prick right out of her cunt. The dog grunted with surprise and horniness and rammed the prick back into the bound girl's pussy.
She yelled again. The dog paid her no mind. He was fucking away for all he was worth, oblivious to the fact that this was his mistress, his beloved Tina, that he was so abandoned pumping his cock in and out of. All the girl was to him at that moment was a cunt-the tightest, sweetest cunt he'd ever had his cock in!
Sandy was on her feet, running to where the two men watched dumbfounded as Tina was raped by her own dog. She threw herself down in front of them and groveled at their feet. "For God's sake, quick!" she gasped. "Get those two huge cocks up me-any way you want it! I'm so horny, God, I'm about to die! What a trip!"
The two men had already been horny from watching Sandy and Tina's wild lezzie trip. And the sight of Beau fucking his tied-up mistress was almost too much to bear! A thick cloud of hot cunt-smell seemed to surround them-Sandy wasn't lying about being ready for action! The pair dropped to their knees.
"No! No! No!" Tina was chanting, as though that would somehow negate what was happening to her. This was the most humiliating thing of all her uncle and his girlfriend had done to her. The pain of her tits cooking on the slide was unimaginable, but the agony of knowing that her pussy was being fucked by an animal was a thousand times worse! She was ruined. No one would ever want her-not after a dog had used her.
Her very own dog! Her best, her one, real friend. He was fucking her as hard as he could, with his sticky saliva raining down on her naked back as his cock pistoned soggily in and out of her quivering cunt.
Shaking with desire to possess the lovely black-haired bitch, Meyer maneuvered behind Sandy's ass. The twin mounds of pale ass-flesh were churning frenziedly with the urgency of her need. His hand steered his fat cock to her pussy, inserted the tip in the boiling wetness of the cunt, and then he grabbed her rump as her oily pussy took hold of his cock. "Shit," he said. "What a pussy!"
Paul was sitting on his heels, head back, as his secretary lovingly tongued the red head of his prick. His eyes, like the others, were glued to the spectacle of Beau screwing Tina, even as his body gave way to the pleasure of Miss McCoy's cocksucking.
Tina felt as if she were lost in a nightmare. Beau's small cock was like a wooden peg thrusting into the elastic depths of her pussy. The heat kept roasting her helpless jugs and stomach. The humiliation was a physical pressure on her mind.
She'd never realized how hard a dog could fuck.
And as huge as Beau was, the power of his screwing was hard to believe! The whole slide rocked with every forward stroke of his stiff scarlet cock. His rough fur was rubbing her buns raw. The scraping and plunging and heat were making her dizzy.
Suddenly she sniffed. She smelled cunt-wet, aroused cunt! And the sound of Beau fucking her pussy was no longer a dry grate. It was a rhythmic splashing like a plumber trying to unclog a drain. And that could mean only one thing.
Tina was getting turned on!
"NOOOOOO!" she cried, even louder than before. But there was no refusing it. Her body had betrayed her again. The inhuman force and fury of Beau's fucking was demanding that her pussy respond-and it was! The now-oily walls were closing in around the fast-working cock. Her hips were moving of their own accord, fucking her greedy pussy on that rock-hard dog prick! Her whole body was tense like a tuned violin string, and her dog's cock was calling the tune!
"Look at that!" gasped Paul. "The slut's hot for her dog!" Meyer grunted his reply as he shoved his prick to the root between Sandy's soft buttocks. Sandy, her wet lips wrapped around the head of Paul's prick, only moaned with delight and lewd desire.
Tina was making noises of desire too. Her ass was rolling around Beau's prick as though it were mounted on ball bearings. He was fucking his cock faster and faster in and out of her drooling pussy, and his tongue was flapping like a banner in a wind.
Tina's whole body seemed charged with erotic electricity. And Beau's tireless fucking was generating more in her damp-walled pussy every second. It couldn't last. Throwing away every last shred of self-control and self-respect, Tina raised her head and shouted, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard and make me COOOOOMMMMMMME!"
And come she did. Her pussy clamped like a velvet bear trap on the deeply-thrust dog cock. Beau barked in surprise. His cock seemed in danger of being crushed, but the pleasure was so intense he almost collapsed. As his mistress' climaxing cunt spasmed again, he filled it to its slobbering mouth with his canine come with one mighty spurt of his prick.
The dog's jism didn't burn the way Meyer's had. It burned, all right-but this was a delightful tingling burning that overwhelmed even the burning in her tits. Delightedly her pussy milked the spraying prick, drinking deep of the forbidden animal sperm as Tina wiggled with sheer sexual joy.
Beau fucked his cock in with every shot of come, drawing his short prick out of Tina's twat in the pause between pulses. The white sperm bubbled up around his prick, slopped over the blonde-furred rim of Tina's cunt, ran in streams down the backs of her pale legs. He pumped come into Tina's pussy till every drop of it was gone, and still the girl's pussy muscles clenched at his jabbing cock. At last he gave a great sigh and pulled the prick out. He dropped to the ground and trotted away.
Tina kept coming even after the teasing hardness of dog prick was gone. Her body bucked up and down on the hot slide time and again. The tremors subsided gradually until at last the girl lay still. She gradually became aware of the come leaking out of her jism-gorged snatch. As the fever of desire passed she also became aware of where the sperm had come from.
She had been fucked by a dog. And she had enjoyed it.
The blonde gave a strangled sob. Lying on her bare flank on the grass, with come-human-leaking from her pussy and mouth, Sandy McCoy wriggled with delight. "Well, Dick," she purred. "What do you think? Is it a deal?"
"Let's go inside and talk about it."
Later, they sat around the living room with tall iced drinks. The three adults were fully dressed. Tina Mayhew sat on the couch wrapped in one of her uncle's robes. Her body ached from sunburn. Her soul ached from despair and mortification.
"Well now, Dick," Morley said, sitting beside his secretary and putting his arm around her. "I think I'll leave it up to you to make an offer."
The stranger was rummaging in the briefcase he'd brought with him. "All right," he said, sitting up. "How about this?"
Paul and Sandy goggled. He was holding a small black automatic.
"Hey now, wait a minute-" Paul started to get to his feet. Meyer froze him with a gesture of the gun.
"What the hell is going on here?" Sandy asked in a low, bitter tone.
Somehow the stranger had kept his dark glasses on the whole time. Now he reached for them. "You haven't seen me for over twenty years, Paul," he said. "Which is why I dared come here like this in the first place. But you never really knew me. You were just a half-brother, after all-to Pete and me."
Tina stiffened. Pete? Pete had been the name of her father!
The man took off his glasses. "Randall!" Morley gasped.
"Right. Randall Mayhew. Pete Mayhew's big brother. This little girl's uncle. Just like you, Paul, only a little more so."
Paul and Sandy sat, white-faced and stunned, staring at him as though he were a ghost. It was the woman who found her voice first. "What do you want?" she asked in dry, cracked tones.
"The girl, first of all," the big man said. "But, in the meantime..."
"Shove it in! Shove your great big prick up my needy pussy!" Tina cried. She was nude except for a garter belt, black mesh stockings, and black spike-heeled shoes. She was straddling the barrel-like body of her Uncle Randall, fucking herself to a frenzy on the vast thick plug of his prick. She was his and she didn't care!
His sturdy fingers dug deeply into the soft flesh of her hips. Grunting with effort he drove his cock up into her lathered cunt so hard it lifted her high in the air. His powerful fucking was filling her hungry pussy full of fantastic cock, filling her body with lewd, nasty joy.
"I'll-ahh!-finish with you soon, slut," the large man groaned, pulling the girl down and grinding his cock into her snatch.
"Yes ... master," Tina moaned.
"And after-God! And after that, you'll ... lick my lovely cock clean of your nasty pussy sauce. And you'll like it!"
"Oh yes! I will, I will! Ahh, your cock feels good!"
"You'll suck my dick till it's hard again. If you don't suck it good I'll beat you with-aghh!-with my belt."
"Oooooooh, yes!"
"And then I'll fuck your hot little butt till you can't sit down for a week."
"Anything, master! Only fuck me now! Fuck my poor pussy!"
He locked his hands around her waist. With a heave of effort he managed to jam another quarter-inch of hefty cock up his niece's cunt. She made appreciative noises low in her throat.
"Don't ... hurt me," she gritted out.
"Don't worry!" He laughed as he lifted the girl high. His prick gleamed with a slimy coating of cunt sauce. "I wouldn't brand your poor little ass, would I? It's pretty the way it is!"
"Goooooood." He released her. She slid down his cock like a fireman coming down a fire pole, and she moaned. For an endless instant they were joined, cock thoroughly swallowed by watering cunt.
"But you will spank me?" she asked. She let her body fall forward so that her sharp tits were pressed against his chest.
"Yes."
"Ahhhhh!" Slowly she began to rotate her hips.
For the first time in longer than she could remember, she was happy. Happy through and through.