Many consider the years between thirteen and twenty to be crucial ones in the final development of an individual's personality. If so, then sixteen must be regarded as the focal point, the watershed year. For it is then that people start making their first real decisions affecting his or her own future.
With high school behind them - or almost so - problems concerning furtherance of education, job opportunities, or love or marriage must often be faced immediately, sometimes in combination with one another. In a very short span of time, a course of events is set in motion that will often determine what one does - and is - for years to come, perhaps for a lifetime.
This is the situation Belinda Johnson finds herself in. Almost sixteen, a normal teenage girl, happy at home and popular at school, she catches herself looking back at her receding girlhood while on the verge of becoming a woman in every sense of the word. The first steps forward are important to her, but, going forth, she is confused by her desires and at odds with conventional morality.
NAUGHTY NAKED NIECE - a work of fiction that could be about the girl next door. Or one's own daughter.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Come on Belinda!" Amy Thornton said, cradling her books. "Everybody knows you're beautiful. You're gonna wear out that mirror."
"This mirror couldn't get along without me," Belinda said, simpering, fluttering her long dark lashes. She loved to tease Amy and Amy usually took it good-naturedly. Besides, she hated gym. And that was her next scheduled class. The fact that her uncle was gym instructor for the eighth, ninth and tenth grade girls didn't help at all. When she was only a little late suiting up, he came down on her extra hard. To show the other girls that he wasn't favoring her in any way, she guessed. But it still wasn't fair. Especially since she hated all that sweaty jumping around. And Maura Colson had it in for her. Maura looked like a dyke and was as mean as any member of the varsity football squad.
She wore her dull brown hair in a kind of short, ducktail style ... like teenage boys back in the fifties had sported. And she outweighed Belinda by a good fifty pounds.
"Belinda, your uncle is gonna get pissed if you don't suit up in time ..."
"Why don't you go ahead, Amy?" she said, touching her lipstick lightly to the pout of her lower lip. "I really don't give a damn about what nty uncle says ..."
When she was alone, Belinda took a last look at herself in the mirror and sighed. If she'd timed everything right, she'd run into Nat Stoner in the hall on his way to Chem class. He'd really been giving her the eye lately and she had the sneaky suspicion that he was trying to get the nerve to ask her for a date. What with her darned old brother hanging around like a private bodyguard, it was a wonder that she ever went out. David was sweet to be so protective, but lately it'd gotten on her nerves something awful. She couldn't even walk home anymore. David insisted she ride with him in his convertible. "Sisters are for taking care of," he often told her. But it seemed he took that little saying to the extreme. Whenever it looked like some guy was going to ask her out, David would suddenly appear and give the guy a look that withered. How could a girl improve her social life with a brother like that?
Belinda pulled a brush through her long, brown hair. It was lustrous and shiny and framed her thin face perfectly. She had the greenest eyes of any girl in Richfield High and made sure everybody noticed that fact. Nat Stoner had sure noticed.
He'd said so yesterday in the cafeteria. She smiled, making sure she hadn't gotten any lipstick on her teeth. Then she turned slowly before the mirror, sucking in her already flat belly so that her breasts showed to best advantage. Not that they needed much emphasis. She was well endowed for a fifteen-and-a-half year old girl, very well endowed. Not huge, but fully rounded and firm. Just thinking about the way her tits were shaped made her nipples extend inside their bra cups. She was glad she wasn't flat-chested like her sister Elaine. Elaine was going to city college and still hadn't grown much of anything to get excited about. But then Elaine was completely different from her in every way. Elaine wore glasses and never did anything to her hair. She went to college classes in baggy jeans half the time and ill-fitting skirts the rest. She wore no make-up and didn't even walk right so that a boy might look twice. Belinda had never been able to figure Elaine out.
"Oh well, I'd better worry about little old Belinda right now." She picked up her books and swished out of the restroom. She'd been practicing swaying her hips as she walked. It had a way of calling attention to her willowy legs. That's something else Nat Stoner had said. That she had great gams. Belinda blushed at the thought of the word. It sounded sexy somehow, hip. Great gams. Yes, she sure had a pair alright.
"Hi," Nat Stoner said. He'd been leaning against the wall waiting.
"Hi. I was just on my way to gym."
"I wish the boys and girls could have gym together," he mumbled, then blushed.
"I know, so you could see us in those skimpy little outfits," she laughed, squinching up her nose. "You boys are awful. Really, I hate those dumb blue shorts. All the same and they don't even fit very good ..."
"I bet they -fit you good," Nat said. Now they were both blushing. Belinda bit her lip and snugged her books up under her tits. Nat's eyes took a quick scan of the area and he shuffled his feet a couple of times.
"I'd really better run. My uncle starts screaming when I'm late ..."
"Belinda?"
"Yes?"
"Uhhh ... what I wanted to ask was ... if..." He cleared his throat. He couldn't seem to bring his eyes up. It was like he was addressing her breasts. Belinda was amused through her embarrassment. "I'd like to know if you would..." He stopped again.
"I'd love to go with you to the show this weekend." She breathed, touching his hand with two fingers. The touch seemed to affect Nat Stoner like an electric jolt. He swallowed and twitched and grinned broadly at her. He had a wonderful smile.
"You would?"
"You'll have to come meet my folks ..." "Sure!" He started to turn away." "Nat?" "Yeah?"
"You haven't given me a date and a time." "Oh wow. I guess I didn't." He jammed a hand in his pocket. "Saturday at seven, okay?"
"Sure." She licked her upper lip like she'd been practicing to do all week when the proper time came. "I'll be ready." Flutter eyelashes, she thought, fluttering them. Nat showed his appreciation by backing into a row of lockers with a crash. Belinda turned on her heel and hurried off to gym class.
* * *
"You girls line up over here. We're going to choose sides for volleyball." Her Uncle Cal looked darts at Belinda as she tried to creep around the edges of the gym to join her group. She was relieved that this time he let things slide. The team captains chose girls for the contest, Belinda staying back. She knew she'd be chosen last anyway. Maura Colson smiled evilly at her as she was finally taken by the opposing team captain. She was put on the front line because of her height. Across the net Maura took her place and rubbed her hands together. She made Belinda sweat under the arms. God, how she hated this!
The game started and for the first ten minutes, things went okay. Belinda jumped around and tried to get interested. But she just didn't feel confident in sporting contests. Maura's big feet pounded the boards a few feet away. Belinda had the creepy feeling that the rough-looking girl was just waiting for an opportunity to cram the volleyball down her throat. And the chance came.
The ball was tapped forward by Belinda's team and then hung right above the net for an instant. Belinda went up, knowing that Maura would be there too. But she didn't want anyone to think she was afraid of the hard-playing girl, especially not Maura herself. She was just the type of person to push such an advantage to the extreme. Belinda was ready to really get it good hut this time chance favored her. She out-jumped the heavy Maura and the ball smacked off her palm. Belinda felt sick when she saw the ball bounce off Maura Colson's face. A point was scored for Belinda's side and she got a riffle of cheers.
"Okay bitch," Maura hissed at her. "Your volleyball days are numbered." She rubbed the red splotch on her forehead and looked death at Belinda.
The ball see-sawed back and forth for a while and then Maura got her chance. Belinda went up, trying to block the shot. The two girls were so close to each other that they came down in a tangle of arms and legs. Maura made sure to drive her knee into Belinda's crotch not once but twice. She was gasping with pain when her uncle pulled her up from the floor.
"That was a little unnecessary roughness from you, Maura," he said. "I'm surprised at this display of antagonism." For a gym teacher her uncle could really lay it on the line. But Belinda was hurting. She held her belly and bent over. She felt sick.
"You girls go on playing," her uncle said, helping her towards the showers. Belinda heard Maura yell as the game proceeded. She should've known better than to go up against that monkey-girl.
* * *
"Don't argue, Belinda," her uncle said. "I'm your uncle and your teacher. We have to take a look ..."
Belinda was on the training table in the big rubdown room between the boys' and girls' locker rooms. But having Uncle Cal undoing the buttons of her shorts gave her the oddest feeling. He pulled them down and she felt hex face flush. She always wore the skimpiest of underwear and had never thought about some man discovering her little secret. Cal hesitated only a moment and then went professionally on.
He pressed her lower abdomen. "Does this hurt?" Belinda was blushing bright red. Her panties weren't really panties at all. They consisted of tiny elastic strings that held a small vee of pink silk across her mound. The silk didn't even have lace edges it was so skimpy. Her Uncle was having a progressively difficult time with his examination.
"I'm really alright, Uncle Cal."
"We have to make sure. You can get a spleen bruise pretty easy with the kind of jab Maura gave you ..."
"She hit me here too," Belinda whimpered, touching her breast. She had been bumped on the tits, but not that hard. Why had she admitted this unimportant fact to Cal? He started unbuttoning the front of her gym blouse, eyes more serious than ever.
"Relax," he said, pushing her shoulders down on the table. Belinda did what he said, tried to relax. But her breathing was changing as he undid the hooks of her brassiere. Her tits pushed the cups down as he eased the bra off her shoulders.
There was an electrically charged atmosphere in the small rubdown room now. Her uncle's fingers were trembling. He pressed gently on each breast, going from one to the other. Belinda had never had a doctor give her such a thorough going over. But it felt so good! She closed her eyes. She wondered if he noticed that her nipples were swelling?
"You seem to be okay up here," he said, voice husky. "But she really gave you a going over with those elbows. I'd like to make sure you didn't get one deep enough to cause any trouble."
"Cal... right there ... a little lower." Belinda let out a breath. "Ohhh ... yes, it's kind of sore."
"Here baby?" He touched her thigh muscle.
"A little higher now," she breathed, shivering with the touch of her uncle's fingers on the inside of her thigh. What in hell was she doing? She knew that she hadn't been hit there by Maura at all. But the vibes that her Uncle Cal was putting out had gotten to her. She had the distinct notion that he was enjoying seeing her naked! That he was getting off on touching her body! And his pleasure was becoming hers. She was panting a little when his knuckle seemed to accidentally brush her silken-covered mound.
"Ohhhhhhh ..." she sighed, flopping her head around. "It's embarrassing, but that's where she hit me," she said. Her own nerve took her by surprise. She was practically asking for a feel! All in the spirit of the examination, of course. Uncle Cal gingerly petted the plumpness hidden by her panty-crotch.
"I... I guess I should have a look, Belinda. I wouldn't want my nice to be injured and not get the proper medical treatment..."
"I guess you're right, Uncle Cal," she said back, keeping her eyes closed. As the little ties came loose at her hips, she sucked in a breath. As Cal peeled the damp silk away from her smoldering pubes, she let it out. And they were smoldering by now! She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She knew that her juices were beginning to leak from her slit. She wondered if Cal would think badly of her. Maybe he wouldn't know the difference. Most men were pretty dumb about women and their bodies, weren't they? He touched her outer lips and then slowly pried them apart. She heard the sticky sound of the tissues parting, felt her clit swell suddenly from under its little hood.
"Cal.. . Ohhhhh .. . Ohhhhh god, that's where she kneed me."
"Poor baby!" He opened her labia wider. Belinda was just plain panting now. The knowledge that Uncle Cal was staring right into her most secret place made her giddy. She couldn't seem to get her breath at all. She tossed her head on the table and her toes fanned out.
"There is a little redness. She must've gotten a good one before the two of you went down."
"Nuuhh . .. Nuuuhhnnn!"
"I've got a little salve over her that might relieve the soreness." Cal said. Belinda was dimly aware of him reaching for something. Then her cunt was stretched apart again and her uncle's professional voice hummed on. "Thisll have a cooling effect. It'll help get things back to normal." mm
"... normal..." she moaned, clutching at the sides of the narrow rubdown table. Her legs dangled off the sides, thighs spread wide so that her uncle could see what he was doing. She heard the gooey salve squeeze onto his finger and then the nicest thing she'd ever felt began to happen. "Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed.
"Feel better?"
"Oh Uncle Cal... Ohhhh god...!" She humped her back down against the table. Tingles ran up and down her legs and the soles of her feet itched. She was panting so loudly that it had to be obvious to Cal that she wasn't herself. The strangest thoughts flicked through her head. She'd known Uncle Cal all her life. He'd been a friend, a counselor, even a reprimander at times. But she'd never thought of him in the way she was thinking of him now. It was so funny too how he went on pretending to be administering to her hurts when it was obvious that things had gotten out of control the moment he'd discovered her bikini panties!
"I'll smooth this stuff around good," he said, bending close.
"Nuuhh ... there ... do it there ..."
"Here?" he said, sounding breathless. His finger lightly petted her clit and she squirmed down against the pressure.
"Belinda..." He loomed close, looked down into her face. Belinda stared dazedly up. Didn't he realize that she didn't care about the pretenses any longer? Didn't he realize that she was hotter than a frying pan? The fact that she was stripped naked on a rubdown table in the basement of the school gym didn't matter one smidgeon to her now. Nor did the fact that it was her uncle, her teacher, her elder who was stroking her flooding pussy. She had become simply a female at the mercy of a knowing male. She liked the feeling ... she was being swept away by the feeling.
"Belinda!" Cal breathed, his mouth tantalizingly close to hers. His finger was rolling her swollen nubbin around now, bringing it to the brink of mad ecstasy. She opened her wet lips and gave him the sultry look she'd practiced just yesterday.
"Uncle Cal... Ohhhhh!" And then he kissed her. His tongue teased around the edges of her lips for only a second because then he was spearing it up against the roof of her mouth. She squirmed and whimpered, her arms hooking around his neck to pull him down. His skirt was rough on her breasts and that damned whistle was cold! But she hung on, her curvy hips plunging now as he brought her closer to heaven. She sucked his tongue hungrily, though it was only the second time in her life a male had French-kissed her. Her heart pounded and her belly heaved. Then Cal was using his thumb while his middle finger probed lower down her slit. She arched her back sharply.
"Noooo! Uncle Cal... Ohhh ... don't do that. I'm a ... virgin."
"You lovely baby," he gasped, kissing her neck. "I got carried away. I... I..."
She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him again and again. She was going to come now. She could feel the itchy goodness focus between her thighs and then explode out to cover every inch of her flesh. She bucked and squirmed on the table as Cal petted her clit lightly so that the sensation wouldn't be hurtfully intense. Her breath came in breathy sighs as she lost touch with mother earth for a few ecstatic seconds. She was a galaxy, a whirling, exploding galaxy in space with the tinseled stars hanging on her limbs. And then she plummeted back and found herself gasping for air on the rubdown table in the basement of the Richfield High School gym.
"Oh Uncle Cal," she said, hugging his neck hard, hiding her face on his shoulder. "Oh I'm so ashamed!" She wasn't, really, but it seemed like a good thing to say at the time. And she got the response she wanted from her Uncle almost immediately.
"There's no reason to be ashamed, Belinda." He took her head in his hands, kissed the bridge of her nose. His fingertips smelled strongly of pussy. "You're a perfectly healthy, normal girl. A beautiful one, if I might add. It was more my fault than yours. We had to find out if you were hurt, after all."
"Yes, I guess we did," she agreed, still not looking directly into his eyes.
"But now that we know you aren't..." He kissed her forehead, kissed her cheek. "Oh Belinda, I don't know what's happened to me but..." He fumbled with a piece of her hair that had gotten stuck across her mouth. "I think I... I love you."
Upstairs the period bell rang like a banshee announcing the end of the world. Belinda shook herself free from the dreamy softness of her emotions. Cal stood up too, rubbing his hands together in a businesslike way.
"I'd better get dressed."
"I'll hold the class a few minutes until you can get to a shower," he said, smiling. She was still having a hard time looking into his face. He watched her tie up the little waist strings of her panties, then stepped forward suddenly and grasped her wrist.
"Belinda could I... could I have those!" he said quickly, touching the juice-drenched patch of silk. "I'll buy you a dozen new pair. Here, I'll give you the money now ..." He fumbled in his pants.
"You can have them," she said softly, using her eyes again, fluttering the lids shyly. "You don't have to pay me ..."
"But I want to. I want to buy nice things for you." He'd gotten his wallet out. He shoved a fifty-dollar bill at her. "Please. Buy some more pretty things to wear."
"Oh Uncle Cal, you don't have to..." He folded her fingers around the bill and kissed her lips lightly. He had a nice taste. And then she knew what it was. Whiskey.
. "Thanks," she said, letting him untie the little string again. He pulled it gingerly from between her slit and held the little bit of silky nothing up to his mouth to kiss.
"You don't know what this means to me, Belinda," he said, voice heavy. And then for no special reason she remembered that just last Christmas Uncle Cal's wife Betty had given her a pair of panties with her initials embroidered on them. It seemed funny but she didn't laugh.
"If Betty found out about all this ..." Belinda rolled her eyes. "I think I'd die!"
"She won't know. Just you and me know." He hugged her shoulders and then without meaning to she was kissing him again, digging her long nails into the nape of his neck. A grown man and she could entice him so easily! Belinda was beside herself with excitement.
"Belinda ... Ohhh my Belinda," her uncle moaned. Then he stuffed her panties into his pocket and bounded athletically up the stairs. Belinda grabbed her uniform and pushed through the two doors to the girls' shower room. As the spray beat against her neck and back the room filled with laughing and shrieking girls.
Later, dressing in front of her locker, Amy Thornton gave her a poke with her elbow.
"Am I mistaken, Belinda, or did I see you put on that dress without panties?"
Maura Colson brushed roughly against Belinda's shoulder.
"What would it matter? Those things she wears aren't big enough to call panties." The heavyset girl lumbered off, shoulders swaying threateningly. And Belinda giggled, positive that she'd seen a tiny black whisker on Maura's upper lip.
CHAPTER TWO
Elaine was feeling even frumpier than usual. The windshield of her old Chevy was filthy and the attendant at the gas station hadn't so much as offered to loan her a wet sponge to clean it herself. Then while her tank had been filling, he'd lavished attention upon a cute little blonde in a sports car. In fact, he'd cleaned her windshield twice!
Her classes had been a drag that day too. She looked at her dishwater-blonde hair in the rear view mirror as she drove along Main towards home. Wasn't there anything she could do with it? It still amazed her that her younger sister had enough time to keep her own dark locks so beautifully perfect. TV ad perfect. Looking out the open window, Elaine realized that her glasses were smudged too. Dirty windshield, dirty glasses ... what did it matter. She turned off the boulevard, found her street and pulled into the driveway. She sat there a second or two, staring at her books and at the stretched nylons that bagged at her knees. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't dress right. She didn't have that... flair. She got her things together and plodded into the house.
* * *
The shower made her feel better. Hot water running all over her skin always helped soothe the day's rough edges. In fact she was almost whistling as she wrapped a towel around her slim body and padded down the hall to her room. She and her brother David shared the one bathroom at the end of the hall while sister Belinda had her own private one. Of course. How would she ever have the time to fix herself up so prettily if she had to share the morning's hot water? But Elaine didn't really feel that much animosity towards Belinda. They were just two different beings, that's all. Belinda had just gotten more of the cookie when it'd crumbled.
"Damn," Elaine said, rummaging through a drawer. Her sister was always borrowing her hairbrush and not returning it. As if she didn't have plenty of such items herself, she had to go capturing her homely sister's brush too.
"No, I'm not homely," Elaine said, looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm just... plain." She slammed the drawer and tucking the towel tighter around her body, went down the hall to Belinda's room. She opened the first drawer she came to and that's when her heart jumped. For a moment she forgot all about the missing brush. She dipped a finger in the array of brightly colored silk and held up a dainty little contrivance of strings and lace. In all her life she'd never seen such a concentration of naughty undies. That was the only term she could think of to describe the unbelievable creations in her young sister's dresser drawer.
"How can she even wear these things," Elaine chuckled, tossing her towel on the bed and holding one tiny panty up to her mound. "It wouldn't cover much of anything." And of course, Elaine realized, that was the whole idea. She dug out three or four more and compared them on the bed.
"She must have dozens and dozens," she breathed, touching the soft crotch band of one purple item with a lace edge. She found her heart beating faster and her cunt growing damp. She hated to admit it, but her sister's underthings were exciting her.
"This is silly," she said, gathering them up, "I' came hunting for my hairbrush." But she stopped short of tossing the flimsy things back in the drawer. Instead, she dug out a few more for comparison. Could she dare try one on? Elaine bit her Up. Yes, she could! She picked out the purple one, put the others back and slammed the drawer shut. Her hairbrush lay under a hand mirror on the top of the dresser. She grabbed that too and hurried back to her room. Belinda wouldn't miss one pair of panties, would she? Not for just a little while.
Elaine took special care drying her hair and then when she had it as good as it ever got, she slipped the skimpy little panties on. Strips of lace were all that circled her waist and thighs. And what clung to the curly blond hair of her cunt was almost shameful. Elaine touched the little panty-crotch and then dragged her trembling fingers up her belly.
"Ohhh god," she sighed, "I didn't know that just a pair of panties could make me feel so ... so sexy." She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair looked blonder now that it was freshly washed and it hung in long lazy curls over the fronts of her shoulders. Even her small tits seemed to have a more feminine appearance because of the panties. Or was it just because of the way she felt having the panties on?
Little kinks of blondness poked from around the lace edge of the panty-crotch. She fingered them lightly, aware that she was intentionally getting herself worked up. She hadn't bothered to put on her glasses again and didn't feel eager to put on a baggy dress or a pair of jeans. She glanced at her clock. Her parents wouldn't be home for another three hours and neither was Belinda or David. What if she went downstairs to have a look at herself in her mother's full-length mirror? Nobody would be the wiser. With a little breathlessness, Elaine hurried downstairs barefoot, wearing nothing but the tiny pair of panties she'd found in her sister's drawer.
"Hey, I don't look so bad at all!" she giggled, turning excitedly before the big mirror. Her long legs flashed, the plumpness of her bottom jiggled like a girl was supposed to jiggle. And her titties had a swollen look about them, the nipples like brown fingers jutting proudly upwards. The patch of purple silk fit against her curved mound perfectly. She could see the way each Up bulged out and there was even the hint of where her slit was. "In fact," Elaine exclaimed, "I look pretty damn good."
"You bet your sweet ass you do," the voice said. She whirled in a panic. It was her Uncle Cal's boy, Tommy. He was just a tenth grader but had always been a bit pushy for his age, a bit knowing. By the time she'd thought all this, Elaine was blushing violently.
"Damn you Tommy! What are you doing here? You didn't even use the doorbell..." She lurched after him, then remembered that she was the next thing to naked. "Oh, I could strangle you ..."
"I'm not making fun of you!" Tommy yelped, backing away. "I meant it. You look terrific!"
But Elaine's anger took over. She started to grab him, felt him twist away. He thundered upstairs and down the hall. He was laughing, gasping for breath as she came close behind.
"I was just over to see if I could borrow David's tennis racket, for Christ sake!"
Elaine caught him as he crashed across David's bed. She had forgotten all about her nakedness. She wanted to give that little bastard a couple of good ones on the side of his head.
"Hey ... come on! That hurts!" he tried to grab her wrists but she kept slapping the back of his shoulders. She got a good lick in across his face then and saw the anger rise in his eyes.
Tommy pinned her wrists on the bed easily and slid his body on top of her. Elaine realized that she'd let her confidence get away from her. She was no match for this tough little male. He leered at her, breathing hard with anger.
"Can't a guy take a look? Hell, you were parading around like a stripper. What did you expect me to do, close my eyes?"
"Let me up, Tommy!" she muttered, letting him know she wasn't going to put up with him any longer. But he worked his hips between her thighs and kept her wrists pinned above her head. The feeling began to creep over her body about the same time she saw her cousin's eyes change. They softened and he smiled. Not a mean or prideful smile, but the smile of a male who was in the presence of a woman. Elaine was not used to that kind of smile and it knocked the props out from under her. So when Tommy pressed his soft lips against hers, she whimpered and went shivery all over.
They kissed hungrily, her tongue touching his playfully but shyly. She wasn't used to kissing either. She wasn't used to the feel of his hard, young body pressing her down. And then he was doing something to his pants. He was feeling her curves with his hands. She gasped for breath and twisted her mouth away.
"Nooooo!"
"God Elaine, you look so different... you smell so good!" He kissed the hollow of her neck and shivery thrills made her nipples swell with sudden heat. It seemed so silly, her young cousin Tommy actually making a pass at her. But it was more than a pass, wasn't it? He was squirming his hips around like crazy. And then she knew that his pants had slipped down to his knees. She gave another little cry and tried to shove his shoulders back.
"Let me kiss you some more, Elaine. You're beautiful... !"
"Nhhhhoooo! Tommy, this is awful... you're my cousin!" But she had been affected by the youngster's aggressive actions. It was one of the few times in her life when she'd had to fend off a pushy male. In fact it was the second time. The first time had been when she was nineteen and a fellow student at city college had taken her to a fraternity party. She'd been so inexperienced that he'd managed to fuck her almost before she'd known what was going on. It hadn't been particularly enjoyable, Elaine remembered. Just a quick, sharp pain and the boy panting in her arms as he shot his cum. She had been too confused and afraid to get excited.
But Tommy's gyrating movements and his eager mouth were having a completely different effect this time. He'd unbuttoned his shirt too and the rub of his hairless chest across her nipples was the most heavenly sensation ...
'Tommy ... Now that's enough ... don't!"
Tommy was licking just under her chin. She turned her head from one side to the other but he kept on licking. His hands were dangerously close to her cunt. She felt a finger brush the purple crotch-band of the sexy panties. They were damp with her juices and Tommy pressed the silk up between her smoldering outer pubes. The sensation made Elaine weaken even more. She couldn't push at him as hard ... she flopped back on the bed and whimpered as he kissed his way down to one of her small breasts.
Elaine had always been self-conscious about her tits. They were like those of a pubescent girl and she was twenty-two now. Somehow they just hadn't developed beyond the teeny-bopper stage. Oh, they were shaped perfectly... for a nymphette. They were soft and yet firm too, holding their shape and riding high on her chest. But a sweater just sagged over them and a sexy dress made her look silly.
But Tommy seemed to think they were fine! He was moaning and kissing around the edges of her areola. Then his tongue flashed in and washed her feverish nipple with spit. Elaine arched her back and felt a shudder run through her body. Tommy licked again and then pulled the darkened nubbin between his lips. He see-sawed his jaw back and forth, letting his upper and lower lips roll the super-sensitive flesh.
"Yuuuhhhh!" Elaine sighed, her fingers smoothing over her cousin's back now. The last of her resistance had dwindled. She was past the point of return. She only wanted to feel more of the unbelievable things that Tommy was causing to happen. And yet could she really let him?
"Elaine ... God ... doesn't it feel good?"
'Tommy ... don't... please ... we've got to stop!"
He was wiggling deeper between her thighs. She hadn't wanted to part them, but he'd insinuated his body so cleverly that now she could tell that he was perfectly aligned to start more trouble. She felt the pressure of his thumb against her panty-crotch ... it was his thumb, wasn't it?"
"Nhhhuuu ... Oohhhmmm!"
"Let me Elaine ... god ...!" "Tommy ... damn it!"
"Ohhh Elaine ..." Something ... hot... hard ... pushing. Then her cousin's finger was easing the purple crotch-band to one side. The silk clung wetly to her juice drenched labia. She squirmed her hips, made a weak effort to slide a hand down so she could stop him. But now the crotch-band was pulled out of the way, twisted into the hollow between her thigh and cunt-lip. The pressure was directly against her nakedness now and she felt her buttery slickness covering the head of Tommy's cock as he worked his hips forward. He was ready for her last attempt at escape. He pinned her wrists to the mattress and kissed her mouth as she whined with panic.
Elaine couldn't ignore the implications of what was taking place. But she couldn't seem to make her mind work. Not when her cousin Tommy's hard, young body felt so heavenly against her flesh. Not when his mouth seemed to suck all the strength from her. Not when that feverish cocktip was wedging itself slowly but steadily between the slickened outer lips of her mound. She wriggled, trying to slip away. But the movements only seemed to let more of the hard, hot thing poke inside her.
The flared head was rubbing against her hole now. Her muscles contracted around the domed tip as if to keep it out. But Tommy grunted hungrily and lurched. With a little bump the flared crown slipped past the restricting circle. Her body clenched down tightly around the shaft behind his glans as if to strangle it. Tommy seemed to go half crazy as her velvety, slick insides squeezed him.
"Elaine ... Elaine ... Jesus ... !"
"Tommy ... this is rape! Do you realize that? It's rape!"
"I don't care. I'd go to jail for this ... It's wonderful... Ohh isn't it?" He wiggled furiously, easing more of his cock into her body. Elaine sucked a quick breath as she felt her insides opening out around the fantastic thing. "Do you want me to stop? Do you really want me to stop?"
"Noooo! I mean, yes! You'd better stop ... or ... Ohhhhhh ... Ohhhhh Tommy, what's happening to me?"
Her breasts glowed, her skin tingled. The soles of her feet felt like someone was alternately burning and freezing them. She was still pinned, but when Tommy let her slip one hand free, she quickly shoved it down between their bellies. She felt the place where her slit had been penetrated. There was nothing she could do about it. Her fingertips became glossy as she felt around the squishy spot, felt the hardened shaft rising up out of her. Down in there, the head was buried from sight. It was completely wrapped in the softest of her membranes. It was being clasped and squeezed by her pussy! And Tommy was shoving it deeper!
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Elaine! I'm crazy about you Elaine!" He babbled against her neck and drove his ass forward again and again. There was a slurpy, sucking sound as Elaine felt herself being fucked. Now her cousin was getting down to business. Their bodies lurched on the bed. She found it impossible to just lay there. It felt so fantastic to squirm and twist! She had both hands free and clung to Tommy's back, her nails digging in. She was biting her lip, closing her eyes tightly as her cousin worked steadily, fucking and plunging and ramming his stiff, slender prick deeper. She couldn't believe that she could take so much. She'd only fucked once in her life and could remember almost nothing from that experience. But this ... ! She could feel it all! She could feel how long he was, how tightly her pussy wrapped around him!
"God ... Ohhh I can't believe it... Ohhh shit!" Elaine wasn't the kind of girl who swore. But the words of passion didn't make that distinction. She didn't care what she said, how she acted. She clung to young Tommy's body and began to pump her curvy ass like a wildcat.
The boy's eyes rolled in his head. She could tell that he hadn't expected anything like that, hadn't expected her to be responsive. And Elaine hadn't expected herself to become so caught up in anything like this either. But she was .. . like a leaf in a storm. She ground her pubes upwards against the hilt of her cousin's cock. Her clit had expanded with hot blood and rubbed the flesh of Tommy's prick.
"Nuuhhh ... Nhhhuuuhh!" "God ... Elaine!"
"Tommy ... Ohhh fuck me! Ohhhhhshit!"
He held on and rode her, working his prick-tip in the final inch now. She tightened her muscles and clung to that rigid shape that had given her new meaning. It was like some mystical experience or something. Like she read about the poets having. She bit Tommy's shoulder and slid her fingers down to the small of his back. A few inches more and she dug nails into the meat of his ass. He gasped with the sensation and she began to scratch him, to urge him on.
"Yuuuhhh ... Ohhhmmmm ... !"
The skimpy crotch-band of her panties had slipped against Tommy's cock now and rubbed whenever he plunged into her. Elaine could feel the lacy edge mingling in the juicy softness of her slit as the stiff prick rammed in and was jerked back. Tommy was fucking so fast! A friction, a tension built quickly around the base of her clit. She quivered as the full force of her excitement began to come loose. She panted like a dog, writhing under the powerful loving from her cousin. She dug her fingers in his curly brown hair now, pulled his mouth down over hers. She gave him her tongue to suck. She hadn't thought about kissing much, but it seemed so natural to have him suck on it. And Tommy thought so too. He pulled it deep, rubbing it with his own licking movements, nibbling it between his teeth.
An unexpected tickle grew suddenly intense. Elaine felt like she was in a whirlpool that was going faster and faster. Then she knew that the tickle was becoming so intense that she wouldn't be able to bear it. The few times she'd given in to lustful temptations and finger-fucked herself, she'd never felt anything like this! It was a roaring torrent of pleasure. It was a throbbing bomb about to explode her into the gates of heaven. She couldn't have stopped if someone'd had a knife at her throat.
'Tommy ... Whhhhhuuuuuuhh ... Nyeeeeeee
... Yuuuuuhlihhh!" She convulsed like a live wire had been applied to her pussy. Her body lurched and shivered and writhed in the ecstasy of her pussy tightening around Tommy's plunging cock. Tommy was gasping and panting against her neck, his arms locked around her slender body as he pressed her down.
"Are ya coming, Elaine?" Tommy gasped, slipping his hands under her prancing bottom.
"Yuuuhhhsss ... Ohhh yuhs!" she screamed, kicking the bed with her heels. Between her parted thighs her cousin rolled and thrust. It was the most heavenly sensation to have him there on top of her, between her, inside her! And then as she was still coming, Elaine knew that in all this lovely pleasure there was danger too!
She wasn't on the pill, didn't know the first thing about taking precautions. And Tommy didn't seem to care either.
"Stop! Don't come inside! Ohhh Tommy, do you hear me?" She tried to get her knee inside his legs, tried to roll him over. But he had an unbelievable grasp of her now as his own excitement peaked.
"Elaine! God ... Elaine!" His mouth covered hers with a sloppy, gasping kiss. She could tell by the spasming jerks of his body that the hot cum was already exploding from the tip of his prick. And somehow that increased her sense of being taken, made her feel completely helpless in her cousin's embrace. Though she knew that he was pumping her full of sperm, Elaine clung to him and worked her pussy up and down against the throbbing hardness of his cock. She felt her second come explode and she whimpered in utter surrender, her long body heaving under Tommy like a python gone mad.
"You've got to get up and let me do something ..." she cried, tasting a salty tear at the corner of her mouth. "Tommy!" Tommy grunted and rolled off slowly. He eased his cock from her hole and Elaine watched the string of whitish fluid leak from his tip. There was more of that packed deeply inside her.. . lots more. And she'd read enough to know just how little it took to do the job. She'd heard vaguely about douching too ... a vinegar solution ... too acid for sperm to survive in.
"Elaine, I'm sorry I couldn't pull out." He took her hand and kissed the palm. "It felt so fantastic ... you can't believe how it felt to me!"
"I know," she said, hurrying to gather her strength, to get her head working right after all that excitement. She didn't have time for chatter now. "I know how it felt. It felt good to me too." She looked into the youngster's eyes for a moment. She still could hardly believe that she, Elaine Henderson, at the ripe old age of twenty-two had let her cousin Tommy, who was all of fifteen ... But it had happened. As sure as the white cum was leaking from between her swollen cuntlips. She snapped the purple crotch-band of the borrowed panties over her gaping blooms and watched the silk darken with her cousin's sap.
"I can't stay and talk. I've got to hurry and do something about this!"
"God, I hope everything!! be okay," he said, looking scared for the first time.
"Me too," she whispered, "me too." She was about to go out the door when Tommy called her name. Elaine turned, leaned against the wall. Tommy swallowed then smiled.
"Elaine ... it was ... it was wonderful. I..."
"Tommy ..." She couldn't think of anything to say. She still didn't know how to read her emotions. She turned and left him sitting there, his cock glistening brightly with her own slick juices.
CHAPTER THREE
Belinda's date with Nat Stoner had been a disaster. Somehow whenever he started kissing her or trying to get a little feel, her uncle's face loomed in her thoughts. She couldn't get Uncle Cal off her mind! She didn't know how to figure out the way she felt, but one thing was sure. It was about to drive her crazy.
For a day or so she considered going to someone she could talk to. Belinda considered a psychiatrist, but somehow that didn't appeal. Her idea of a shrink was someone cool and collected. And they were expensive, too. She didn't want to blow the fifty dollars her uncle had given her on some bearded stranger just so he'd listen to her talk for an hour.
It was Friday before she realized she'd just have to go on with life and let things faU where they may. She'd had strange dreams about her uncle, not all of them nice. But during gym class she was careful to avoid any confrontation, however slight. It seemed that Cal was trying to stay out of her way too.
But she saw him in an entirely different light now. His maturity for one thing was making an impression on her. The way he'd touched her... so soft, so understanding. Not like a lot of guys in high school- who were all paws and claws. Cal's gray-flecked hair looked attractive to her now, not a sign of old age. And he wasn't really old was he? He wasn't quite forty.
It was silly thinking all these things! She didn't want to carry on an affair with her own flesh and blood. He wasn't a brother or anything, but he was kin. If her folks ever so much as suspected anything had happened... It made Belinda shudder to think of it. So, though she hadn't had a good time, she was considering going out with Nat Stoner again. For some reason, he wanted to give her a second try. But when her brother David found out, he was really pissed. David didn't really like her to date at all. But two dates in a row with the same guy made him apoplectic.
"You really like this guy, do you?" he said, leaning in the doorway to her room. Belinda had just gotten home and peeled her clothes. She was standing in front of her mirror in panties and bra brushing her hair.
"Well, he's nice. He did show me a good time."
"What do you two do when you're alone?" David pressed. She didn't like the edge to his voice but pretended not to notice it.
"Ohhhh ... let's see. We kissed a few times." She gave him a knowing look. She couldn't resist teasing him. David was almost like a jealous lover, wanting to know every little detail and all. A little shiver went through her. Yes, he was exactly like a jealous lover. She thought that maybe it would be better to change the subject.
"Did you notice how funny Elaine was acting at the supper table last night?"
"I didn't notice." David rubbed his shoulder. "What else do you and Nat do?"
"Elaine doesn't get out enough," Belinda went on. "Her social life is stale. I think she worries about it." She finished brushing her hair and turned in profile to examine herself. David watched.
"This Stoner guy," he said, "I don't think he's your type."
"Oh, nobody is my type as far as you're concerned," she laughed, swaying her hips as she crossed the room. She liked the way it made her feel to walk like that. She browsed in a drawer, her breasts bulging heavily from the tops of her skimpy bra. Tossing a look at David, she saw that he was staring at her in a most unusual way for a brother.
"You don't wear a bra like that on a date, do you?"
"With Nat Stoner?" Belinda teased, tossing her head, "I don't wear any bra at all."
David came at her so fast that she stepped back against the wall, eyes wide with fear. She'd never seen him so angry at her.
"Damn you, you won't listen to me!" He had her shoulders, shaking her roughly. She gave a whimper and tried to twist free. "You're going to get yourself in a hell of a jam if you keep on." "David ... let me go!"
"No. You're my sister. It's my duty to see that you..." He stopped, his eyes crazy looking. Belinda shivered as he scanned the tops of her breasts. She would've adjusted her bra, pulling it up again if it hadn't been for his eyes. She felt like if she moved, he might pounce.
"David..."
"And those little panties you wear all the time ..." He hooked a thumb in the elastic string that circled her left hip and jerked. It snapped and the dainty band of silk fell away from her dark cunt hair. She cried out but David pushed her sprawling on the bed and fell against her.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, trying to squirm out from under him.
"You're gonna get yourself raped," he growled, jamming a hand over her mouth. His hips moved. Through his pants she could feel something hard. David had an erection! And he was rubbing it against her naked cunt!
"Nooooohhhmmmm," she moaned through his fingers.
"I just wanted you to feel what it could be like," he said, as if trying to pull himself together. He got up from the bed and rubbed his face with a trembling hand. His crotch bulged with trapped cock. "Some day some guy is gonna jump you just like that..."
"You did jump me, you bastard!" she hissed, grabbing at her ruined panties. She pulled the little string up and tried to knot it. Her fingers were trembling so badly that it took her three tries. "You big baboon. You owe me fifteen dollars. You ruined them!"
"It should be worth it, sis." David staggered back against a chair, almost knocked it over. "I just, wanted to show you ..."
"Why don't you just leave me alone, you bastard!" she cried. Only when she stood, did she realize that one breast had popped loose from its cup. David stood there getting an eyeful as she eased the satin material up over the nipple and let the strap snap against her flesh. She walked up to him. It scared her, but she made herself do it.
"You know what I think?" she said, pushing her chin out. "I think you're perverted. I think you'd like to ..." David slapped her hard across the face. She sprawled on the bed again and he was down on top of her in a flash. But his eyes weren't angry now. She put a hand over the burning spot on her cheek, tears streaming. David kissed her suddenly, nuzzling in her neck.
"Oh sis, you don't understand at all. I want what's good for you. I don't want you to ..." Then he gave a cry and fled from her room. Belinda was almost certain she'd seen tears in his eyes.
* * *
"I swear that's your bother's car," Nat Stoner said, taking the corner at Main and Elm. The lights bobbed as he took a dip in the street a little fast.
"That's silly, what would my brother be doing following us?" Belinda said. But she knew damn well that it was entirely possible for David to be tailing her and Nat. She was almost afraid to look back for fear of recognizing his maroon convertible.
"Whoever it is can sure drive. I've tried to ditch him twice and no luck." Nat peeled around another comer, the tires shrieking. Belinda took a quick look back. Yes, it was David alright. She trembled with anger. She could strangle him for making her look so ridiculous. Nat probably thought her whole family was crazy.
"I've got an idea," she said, bouncing in the seat. "Let me off at Tony's Restaurant and just drive on. This guy, whoever it is, will follow you at first see...but you just drive on out of town. By the time he figures out what's happened, I'll be gone from Tony's and meet you at the Yum-Yum drive-in!"
"What if he sticks with you?" Nat asked, peering in the rear-view mirror again.
"If he does, he won't go inside. So I'll sneak back and you can circle into the alley and pick me up. Either way we'll be rid of him."
"It is your brother," Nat said, pounding the wheel. "I'd know that car anywhere."
"Yes, it's David," Belinda said, looking at her hands. "I think he's half flipped if you want my opinion."
The plan worked perfectly ... at first. But when Nat didn't show at the Yum Yum after an hour, Belinda started to worry. She was tired of drinking cokes and in a little while, the place would be closing up. The carhops kept looking her way like she was a lady of the night waiting for a trick. Belinda thought of calling her big sister to come pick her up, but there'd be no way Elaine could do that without the folks knowing. There was no one else with a car she knew that well... or was there?
"Uncle Cal." She pursed her lips in thought. "I could call Cal but then..." Belinda hated to complicate life more than it was already. But it was a long walk home in the dark if she didn't call somebody. Finally she fished a dime from her purse and closed herself in the payphone.
"Uncle Cal, this is Belinda. I was wondering if..."
* * *
"It's none of my business what happened," Cal said as he drove, "but if you feel like talking, I'm a good listener."
"It was just a silly misunderstanding," Belinda said. "I missed a connection somewhere. Or my date did."
"Well, I felt like getting out of the house anyway," her uncle said. "Tommy was practicing in the basement with that band he's trying to put together."
"Don't you like rock and roll?" Belinda teased, putting her elbow out the window. The warm night breeze blew through her hair and dress. It felt wonderful.
"I'm crazy about rock and roll." He smiled at her. "I was listening to rock and roll when you were crawling around in a playpen." The big car rode smoothly over a bad place in the road. The leather seat was lush and deep. Belinda stretched her legs. The carpet was so deep that she felt like feeling it against the bottoms of her feet. "Mind if I take off my shoes?" "Course not."
She rubbed her toes deep in the nap of the carpet. Her Uncle had reached in the glove compartment and taken out a brown paper bag. He peeled the paper away enough to expose the neck of a pint of whiskey. He broke the seal and handed it to Belinda.
A shiver of excitement went through her body. She knew her uncle liked his booze. But she didn't know what was expected of her. He'd already passed the turn where her street was. As the lights grew more sparse, she realized they were on the old Mill road heading out of Richfield. A jazz station played on the radio.
"I don't know whether a lady should drink right from the bottle," she said, looking at the amber liquid where the sack was torn.
"Belinda," Cal said, giving her an adoring look, "you'd be a lady if you were a plumber. You've got something, honey, that most women would give their eyeteeth for. You've got style . .. flair... something." He waved his hand. "Go ahead and drink it like that. The bottle knows you're a lady."
Belinda was swept away with her Uncle's words. She put the bottle to her lips and took a swallow, took two. The stuff was strong but smooth as a kitten's back. Her stomach glowed and a rich feeling went through her. Cal stuck the bottle between his legs.
"I haven't been able to forget you since ..."
"I know Cal, I haven't forgotten either. But I'm scared. Scared stiff." She closed her eyes and let the breeze play across her cheeks. "I almost wish you'd take me right home."
"But you'd rather me take you to this club I know in Tannerville, wouldn't you? A lady like you will be appreciated there." He took her hand and held it to his mouth for a few seconds. "What do you say?"
"Then will you take me home?" she said, looking straight ahead.
"If that's what you want, well, then I'll take you home."
* * *
The Club Eighty-five was the swankest place Belinda had ever been. Cal ordered lobster for them and she found herself getting hungry all over again. It sure beat coke and french fries at the Yum-Yum drive-in. There was a band too and Cal asked her to dance. She just melted into his arms and let him whirl her around the floor. People were looking at them. She left her shoes under the table the second time Cal asked her to join him on the floor. Now they really got looks. But they were approving looks, smiling looks.
Cal held her closer. She felt the excitement of his body. Then the music ended and he brushed her forehead with his lips. He didn't seem like just some old Physical Education teacher from Richfield High. He seemed like the suavest, coolest man she'd ever met. And yet it was just her Uncle Cal. She'd known him all her life.
She was feeling a little tipsy when they went out to the car. Not drunk. Just wonderfully tipsy. She giggled when she saw Cal coming behind her, her sandals dangling from his hand.
"Looks like you're a woman who needs someone to come behind her picking up what she forgets."
"Thank you sir," she said, giving a curtsy and taking the sandals from him. Cal backed the car out and headed in the direction of Richfield. When they were away from the lights, Cal touched her shoulder and she snuggled over against him. It seemed so natural and his arm fit around her body warmly.
"I want you to stay away from that Maura Colson," he told her. "She's just waiting to get at you and you seem to invite it sometimes." He shook his head. "I can't really jump on her without a good reason, so help me out during gym class. Don't taunt her. She hates you because of what you represent."
"Ohh, she's so ugly." Belinda sighed. "I don't mean because she's not curvy or anything like that. It's her mind. It's ugly."
"I know, baby, but she'll find a chance to hurt you if she can. Don't give her that chance."
"Yes Uncle Cal," she said in a simpering voice. He laughed, pulled her hard against him.
"You're wonderful, you know that. And I've had more fun tonight than ..."
"Me too," she said, letting her cheek rest against his chest. "But we shouldn't even be here right now. I should be home in bed and you should be with Betty. She is your wife after all..."
Cal pulled the car off the highway into a dirt road. Belinda knew where they were going. She trembled.
"Cal.. .you'd better take me home ..."
"No, I'm going to pull off in a few minutes. Down by the lake."
"Oh Cal, please ... we can't..."
"And I'm going to start kissing you." His breath was ragged just talking about it. "I'm going to kiss you all over your body. I'll bet none of your dates have ever done that, have they? Those little shits don't know a real woman when she's in their arms. But I do, by god ..." He pulled down onto the rutted lane that led to the lake.
"Cal!"
"This looks like a good place. Nobody here tonight, that's nice ..."
"Oh Cal..." But he'd turned off the key and taken her in his arms. She felt her hot tits crushed against his chest as his hands worked the buttons of her dress. She whimpered and twisted in the embrace, but Cal kissed her deeply, almost sucking the air from her lungs.
Belinda's hair was down over her eyes when she looked at him again. She was panting as hard as he was. Cal sUpped her blouse off the fronts of her shoulders and undid her bra. She was too weak with excitement to stop him. When her breasts came loose on her chest, she gave a little cry. Cal held one gingerly in his palm and started to kiss the nipple. Belinda dug her nails into the nape of his neck.
"God ... Ohhhh god, Cal!" He pushed her down in the seat. She was naked except for her panties. A pair of dainty nothings made from black string and red silk. Cal kissed her other tit now, working the nipple between his lips. Then he nibbled it, swathed it with spit. His tongue was like a tiny animal whose only purpose was to give her pleasure. She writhed on the rich leather seat as he began to wet her belly with soft caresses.
"Jesus . . . god . . . Ohhhhh!" She couldn't think straight, couldn't control her runaway emotions. The touch of her uncle's mouth against her flesh was unbelievably tantalizing. And he was getting so close to her ... her pussy. She'd never been kissed like that. But he would stop soon, wouldn't he? He'd stop . ..
"You smell so good," he whispered, tonguing her navel. She gasped with the pleasure that rippled up her lanky body. He tongued it again. Her belly heaved. Then he was suddenly kissing the top of her panties, now pressing his lips against the thin satin that hid her dark cunt hair.
"Cal... Noooo! Ohhhh god damn!"
Cal had stretched the dainty silk to one side and slid the point of his tongue down her slit. He'd licked over the lump of her clit and down over her unbroken hymen. Then just as slowly, he'd licked upwards again until he was lapping noisily at the tiny bunch of flesh where she was most sensitive. She writhed her hips without shame, unable to control herself. Cal cupped her ass with his hands and nursed at her clit. He knew just how to do it alright. He was driving her absolutely insane.
"Nhhhhhhuuuuh ..."
"Let me make love to you, Belinda!"
"No ... No Cal... we can't!"
"I won't let you get in trouble. I know how to stop that from happening . .."
"Oh god, what are you asking me?" She struggled to get up from the seat but Cal pressed his mouth completely around her smoldering pubes. She felt her blossoms divided by his tongue again, felt him tickling the petals, nibbling, sucking. She was insane with the pleasure that throbbed through her body.
"Ohhh ... Yess ... like that... Ohhh Cal... Ohhh how do you do it? Ohhh Cal darling ... !"
"Belinda, let me! Let me have you!"
"Noooo!"
"It won't hurt, darling," he breathed, pressing his tonguetip against her cherry and pressing in lightly. "It's just a little piece of thin flesh. My cock can ..."
"Ghaaa ... I can't believe this is happening ... Ohhh ... Uhhhnnnnn ... Ca-a-al!"
"I want you so bad ..."
"Cal... Nooo ... You know we can't... anyway, I'm afraid!"
"You're not afraid. You want to feel my cock inside you!" Cal pressed his mouth against her mound again and wallowed deep. Belinda felt her petals open like before, as her uncle's lips nursed at the delicate spots where her nerves were nearest the surface. Her belly heaved wildly as she pumped her ass up and down.
"Belinda ... you're so beautiful!" Cal's hands smoothed her hips, followed the sharp inward curve of her waist until he had surrounded her round, firm breasts. She whimpered as he thumbed the nipples and continued to feast on her dripping, feverish cunt. Then he rested back on his knees and fumbled in the glove compartment.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting something ..."
"Cal... I don't want it to be like this! I'm your niece. You're my Uncle Cal. And while Betty waits for you at home, we're parked out by the lake and I'm half naked, on your front seat..." She put her face in her hands. "I... I don't want it like this."
"Look ... Look at me, Belinda!"
Belinda looked. Her uncle had pulled his pants off, his underwear too. The thick, dark shape that bobbed up in the dim moonlight made her suck in a sharp breath. It was enormous, her uncle's cock! It looked like some exotic sculpture. The head was streamlined, the purple surface taut with the pressure of the trapped blood. Though it scared her, Belinda thought it had a strange beauty. She almost reached out a hand, but pulled back and gave a whimper.
"Do you have any idea what that would feel like inside you?" Cal breathed, taking her chin in his hand. He kissed her lips softly, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers towards the throbbing thing between his thighs.
"Don't... don't make me touch it!"
"Belinda!" He made her curl her fingers around the shaft just behind the mushroom-shaped tip. Her heart skipped a beat as she sensed the rigid power that a man had when he was hard. That thing could easily penetrate her thin defenses. If he guided it up against her hymen and pushed, she'd be divided like a ripe melon. The thought of that heavy meat going into her made her whimper.
"Touch the head, Belinda. Yes ... god ... see how soft it is?"
Cal was right. It was as soft as a baby's cheek. When she pushed a nail into the feverish surface, it felt spongy. And yet there was a hardness, a firmness underneath that gave her uncle's cock the rigidity needed to spear a woman's body.
"Cal... take me home! I told you I don't want it like this!"
She felt dizzy. She was so confused. But she couldn't take her eyes off that unbelievable shaft of hot cockmeat! She touched a finger to the ridge that bulged out to form a kind of crown. Her uncle had taken the rubber out of the package. She took it and looked through the almost transparent circle of latex.
"Put it on for me," Cal said. Belinda's fingers trembled.
"But I don't know how. I don't want..."
"Put it on," he ordered, keeping a good hold on her wrist. She moved as if in a daze. Her pussy was running juice now and her nipples needed more kissing. She pressed the rolled circle over the head of her uncle's cock and began to roll it down. She'd never done anything like this in her life but it seemed the only way to put something so thin on a man's prick. As the rubber covered her uncle's shaft, she could see that it clung like a second skin. The veins and bumps bulged through and the lobes at the bottom of the tip seemed as real looking as before, except for the difference in color. She rolled the rubber down until his entire cock was sheathed in the ultra-thin membrane.
Cal dipped three fingers gingerly into her cunt. They were facing each other, kneeling on the seat now, and Belinda had to cling to his shoulders as the fingers searched up and down her slit. Then she watched him take his juice-smeared hand and wet the rubber. Her own hot fluids now coated him. She swallowed and tried to pull her hips away but her uncle was dipping once again in her smoldering pussy.
"Ohhh Cal... don't... please don't!"
It was so sexy to watch him doing that! Applying her own butter to his prick. She could smell her musk strongly now. It was dripping from her young pussy, smeared all over her uncle's hands and cock!
He eased her back onto the seat. She was resisting, but all the fight had gone out of her. She tried to wriggle out of the way, but he pressed his cockhead lightly to her cuntlips and with a slow rubbing movement, opened them. She was crying now, tears streaking back to wet her hair.
"Cal... god ... we can't... I can't let you! Ohhhhh stop!"
"Wait'll you feel me slide inside you," he rasped, kissing her neck, her shoulder. Somehow she squirmed to the side, twisting and struggling. Cal tried to drag her back but she pulled her knees up to her chest and cowered against the door, her hair tangled across her face.
"Belinda ... Ill be gentle ... I wouldn't ever hurt you!"
As her uncle spoke, she kept staring at his cock. It throbbed, moving as his heart beat. It seemed to have a life of its own. She didn't want her uncle to fuck her, but she couldn't keep her eyes off that thing! She was still panting, still very excited. Her uncle pulled her toward him again and she fell, her head against his thigh.
Now she was staring directly at his prick as it jutted upwards at a forty-five degree angle. She was in a swimmy, weird dream. She licked her lips and shuddered, feeling the urge that she couldn't explain. That bulging, swollen cock looked so... so lickable! But surely, she didn't want to put it in her mouth! Or would it be so bad, knowing that it was just the rubber she'd be touching?
"I think I'm going crazy!" she gasped, shaking her head.
"No," Cal laughed, "you're just burning up, that's all. You're not used to being bombarded by all these messages inside you. But sex is natural, Belinda..."
"And I'm going to fuck you my darling. Whether you like it or not..." "Noo... Oh god!"
He was trying to push her back on the seat again. Belinda knew that her willpower was getting weaker by the minute. Of course she wanted to experience the pleasure her uncle kept talking about. But she was scared too. Being a virgin one moment and losing that the next had a frightening aspect to it. She did the only thing she knew that might keep her body from being sullied. Cal's cock.
"Baby ... !"
"Don't fuck me, Uncle Cal!" She held to the throbbing shaft with both hands, pulled her head down to keep him from rolling her over. The head was only inches away from her mouth. Cal's strength was too much for her. She knew he would easily pry her away from his groin and spread her legs and shove it to her. Unless .. . unless she could interest him in something else.
There was only a short time left for her to make a decision. Belinda made it quick. She wet her lips and opened her mouth. Then she plunged her lips down around the rubber-sheathed tip of her uncle's cock. His hold on her weakened suddenly and he let out a groan as he slowly slumped back against the car door, legs sticking out on each side of her. Kneeling before him, she sucked the rigid meat up into the roof of her mouth and let her tongue play along the underside. She didn't know what would feel good to him, what he might like best. But if she could keep him interested, he wouldn't have the time or strength to fuck her!
"Belinda ... Jesus!"
"Mmmmmm," she cooed, sucking voraciously, afraid that the slightest pause might put her in danger of getting her cherry broken. Her long hair cascaded down the fronts of her shoulders and made a kind of curtain around her face as she sucked noisily on her uncle's stiff meat. She tried sliding her mouth up and down and Cal grunted like a pig, seemingly aroused by her technique. Then she let him feel her teeth. Not hard, but rather teasingly where the crown bulged away from the shaft. Cal's muscled body shuddered and his hands clutched jerkingly towards her head.
"Ohhh baby, you really know how ... god ...
Belinda was in a hazy, erotic dream. Her head bobbed up and down as she moaned through her nose and the spit leaked from the corners of her mouth. She could feel the fantastic shape sliding in and out, in and out. It was so hot, so slippery with her saliva! Her tongue seemed to fit against the underside perfectly. And it was getting even more rigid than before! Even longer!
"Beunda...Ohhhhhgod!"
"Mmmnnnuuuh... !" He liked what she was doing. He wasn't going to fuck her now. And she didn't think she could bear that happening. Not in the seat of a car... not with her very own flesh and blood. But why had she gotten so worked up about it? And what was she doing now, for god's sake!
With a lurch, Belinda jerked back. Cal caught her head with both hands and pushed her down again. His cocktip went into her throat and she bucked as her gagging reflexes took over. Her uncle pushed again and his balls bumped her shin. She wasn't choking now. The bulging head of his cock was surrounded by her throat muscles as they squeezed down. Her head spun. She didn't know where she was for a second. Then she was aware of Cal dragging his cock slowly from her mouth. He turned her over on the seat of the car. She couldn't speak, couldn't begin to resist.
She was on her knees, her face and shoulders pressed into the leather seat. Her uncle eased her teensy panties down over the smooth curve of her ass cheeks. His finger went into the warmth, smearing his juices around tb thoroughly coat her outer lips. The next thing she felt was his cock again. Only this time it wasn't in her mouth at all.
She giggled for no reason. The pressure between her pussylips was increasing. She imagined how it must look if someone had been peeking in the windshield. Her uncle mounting her from behind as she moaned there, face against the seat, ass high in the air.
With the tip of his cock he was searching for her secret spot... searching for that vulnerable membrane where he could find a way inside her. And then she felt the stretching and knew that her uncle was going to do exactly what he'd told her he was going to do.
"Uncle Cal... Nhhhhoooo!"
"Belinda honey ... I've got to ... got to have you!"
"Yhhhhhuuuhh!" She writhed, her ass flopping around as his fingers dug into the fronts of her hips. But he had a good hold. She couldn't tilt her body out of the way. And then it happened.
"Ghhhaaaa!" she screamed, bucking violently. It wasn't such a painful thing. Just a sharp sting... like a razor had been passed briefly over her flesh. But the sound had frightened her more than anything. It was a sound like a person pushing a thumb into a ripe peach. It was a wet, slick sound of her softness being penetrated. And she could feel the blood leaking straight down her inner !gh. She knew it was blood. Nothing but blood It like that!
"Ohhhhh Uncle Cal... Ohhh what did you do me?"
"I broke your cherry, beautiful... and you'll be d I did!"
"Nhhhoo ... OHhhh god nhooo! Ohhh shit!"
"Darling .. . darling .. ." he kissed her back m he moved his hips gently, slowly. And then he realized that only the tip of his cock had entered her. That bulging head had broken her cherry and slipped inside the ring of muscles. She squeeze! down with all her might and felt the fullness. Shi couldn't close her pussy now! It was being held wide by the hot shaft of her uncle's cock!
She fell forward and Cal let her. Then she was flat on her belly, legs straight out behind her and Cal working over her plump, warm ass. She could feel the rub of his belly against her. She could feel his breath on her neck and his hands working her flesh, curling under her breasts as he plunged his cock deeper, inch by feverish inch.
Her pussy opened out ahead of the overgrown thing. She could feel the sensations along her tube as it rubbed by. She was so full now ... and getting fuller. She gasped, drooled against the leather seat.
"Cal... Ohhh .. . Uhhnnnn!"
"Feel me? Feel how deep I'm going?" He pinched her nipple as he fucked. The squishy sound of her juices mingling with blood and being smeared around caused a tingle to jolt through her body.
She'd felt excited before, playing with herself or thinking of erotic things. But this thrill was different. The sensation of a muscled male laying on her back! It was so completely new, so unexpected. And it was getting to her. To feel the plunge of his hips against her ass cheeks. To feel his bites on her shoulders and the nape of her neck. His hands cupped her full breasts and massaged them as he managed to plunge another inch of slickened cock into her pussy.
"It's right, honey. You feel so good ... god, I'm crazy about you!"
"Cal... Ohhh it hurts a little ... it feels so tight!"
"It is tight. You're a virgin ... well, you were a virgin," he snorted.
She whimpered at this but he turned her head and got his teeth around an ear. She gasped and writhed as his tongue went in. At the same time he gave a powerful jab and her pussy squished blood and slickness as she was penetrated to the hilt. Flopping like an eel, she felt wave after wave of pleasure run over her flesh. How could it feel so wonderful. .. even though she didn't want it to happen?
"Ohhhhh ... I'm being fucked!"
"You beautiful creature . . . Belinda . .. Ohhh god, if you knew what it felt like!"
Her uncle's words were exciting whether she wanted them to be or not. His mouth was exciting, nursing at the back of her neck, licking her ears, kissing her. She whined and tried to make her mind work but the thrill of being pressed down into the leather seat was overwhelming. With the pain gone and her pussy responding to the sliding friction of Cal's cock, she could hardly keep control of herself. She began to squirm under him as he pumped. Her pussy was leaking blood and juice out onto his seat now. Her furred outer lips were bloomed wide and swollen. She put a hand down under her belly to feel the awful but wonderful wound Cal had split in her body. She almost fainted when her fingers felt the sliding hardness of his cock penetrating her freshly speared pussy!
Cal stopped moving then, stopped kissing her too. She continued to wiggle, sighing with hunger now that he'd teased her into knowing how good it really was.
"Ohhh ... Uncle Cal... what are you doing to me now?"
"I want to show you that I love you," he whispered. "If you want, I'll pull my cock out and well stop this. Ill take you home." Belinda knew she should say yes. But she couldn't make her lips form the words.
"Ohhh ... please .. .just keep fucking me! I want you to!"
"Come on honey, you roll onto the top now. Just hold on ..." Keeping his cock deep in her body, Cal moved them around in the seat until he was on his back and she was on top of him, but still facing away. His fingers rubbed and kneaded her breasts as he started to fuck her again.
Belinda closed her eyes and relaxed against her uncle. Laying on her back on his belly felt so comfortable. And he was still able to keep his cock sliding in and out of her body. It was fantastic. But she wanted more friction against her clit. She knew that if she turned, some part of him would have to rub her.
"Let me turn around, Cal... ohhh please!"
He let her and reinserted his cock. She fumbled at the slippery, rubber-sheathed shape, frantic to have it inside her again. The smears of darkness she knew to be blood. But that didn't matter now. She had to feel that slippery, hard penetration. She wanted it to be deeper than ever before.
And in this position, it was! She wiggled down on him, letting him suck her tongue halfway down his throat it seemed. He had a good grasp of her ass cheeks and worked them back and forth to get deep. His cocktip was stretching a place where she'd never been touched before. It felt like Cal was making her bigger!
"Unnn ... Cal... so deep ... Huuhhnnn ... Ohhhhh!"
"Baby .. .just keep holding onto me!" "How?"
"With your pussy ... you know ... yeahh ... Jesus... like that!"
Belinda hadn't realized she could have such an effect upon the rigid thing that slid in and out of her so easily. But when she clenched down her pussy with all her might, she noticed that her uncle's breath grew labored and he gritted his teeth. Sometimes he kissed her sloppily and worked his fingers deep into her young flesh. She loved for him to get a little crazy because of something she was doing! She'd felt like the one in his power before and liked it. But this was fun, too.
"Kiss me," she ordered and when he did, she tightened her insides around him with the fury of a wildcat. Cal grunted and sucked hungrily at her tongue. Then he was trying to pull his tip back and found he couldn't.
"God ... you got me ... I can't get loose!"
"Ohhhhh ... that's lovely!" she whined, feeling the increased friction herself now, digging her nails into his back and shoulders.
"Baby .. .Belinda ... hold on honey ... I can't stop it coming!"
"... coming ..." she babbled, the sense of the word escaping her. And then she realized that her uncle was going to get his rocks, as the girls at school would say.
"Belinda ... Jesus Christ!"
"Cal... Cal... wait for me!"
She pumped her curvy hips as fast as she could. She knew that her movements were spurring him on, making him fuck fast too. But their fever had mounted now and been contained. Unleashed they were like a pair of racehorses going for the finish. Belinda clung to her uncle's back and bit her bottom lip.
"Coming . . . coming . . . hurry ... ohhhh hurry," she cried, rocking and tilting and bumping her ass in every direction possible. The friction against her uncle's cock was increased because of her movements. He wasn't breathing now, he was growling like a mad bear. Then his muscles all went hard. She could feel his ass and back and shoulders ... hard as granite. Then something around the front of her slit seemed to burst into flames of pure pleasure. Her clit... it was a raging inferno of ecstasy. She hadn't expected it all to happen so fast. She screamed ... screamed again. Her uncle thrashed on the seat as she worked above him, her hips dancing to suck the juice from his body. She thought she could feel the rubber filling, but she wasn't sure. Anyway it was fun to think she could! She kissed his face, felt his fingers on her ass, on her back, on her pussy as he kneaded the swollen Hps to increase her pleasure.
They were coming and Belinda had never experienced anything so fantastic in her life. Waves of utter joy throbbed through her body. A giddy, maddening itch seemed to spur her on. She had to scratch it, had to claw herself with the hilt of Cal's cock as she sought to end the insanity of it all.
A series of smaller explosions made her jerk and grunt until one last explosion made her scream again with happiness. Uncle Cal was groaning with the same kind of happiness as she fucked her ass up and down over the stiffness that grew from his body. And that was when the flashbulb went off.
"What the hell!" Cal moaned, trying to get up. But he was too weak with the agonizing pleasure of their mutual climax. And Belinda couldn't seem to roll off of him. The awful joke that someone had played didn't seem as important as clinging to her uncle ... at least for the moment. She had to have that warm affection for a while ... had to hope that she hadn't done anything wrong.
"Cal... ohhh Cal.. . don't get up ..."
"Belinda ... somebody just. ... !"
"Kiss me!" she insisted, putting her mouth down. But she knew as well as he that they had been photographed. Someone had sneaked onto the hood of the car while they'd been entangled in each other's arms. And in the final throes of their lovemaking, that same someone had gotten a picture through the windshield. Belinda could hardly believe it. She hated to believe it. But it was true.
Uncle Cal was up now, struggling with the door.
He staggered naked out of the car and looked around. His face was terrible when he came back into the glow of the dash light. He looked older, worried. Terribly worried.
"God damn," he kept muttering. He touched Belinda's thigh and tried to smile. Now she was beginning to feel the shock of what had really taken place. It was more than just a prank. Even if the perpetrator had meant only that, it was going to turn into something potentially dangerous for both of them.
"What'll we do, Uncle Cal?" she whimpered, clinging against his naked chest. The trembling pleasure she'd felt only seconds before had not entirely leaked away. She worked her hips gently, letting the slippery inner petals rub. She could see her uncle's cock wilting down against his thigh. The rubber bagged heavily at the tip. Another thrill ran through her. That milky, opalescent fluid that had stretched out the end of the condom. That was Cal's seed! She wished she could see it closer, touch it, smell it.
He was still preoccupied with their mutual problem as he skinned the thing off, knotted it and tossed it out the door. Belinda watched it fall into a circle of green weeds and field grass. When Cal started wriggling into his pants, she got out.
"Gotta pee," she breathed, smiling. "I guess if they've seen us doing that, I'm not going to give away any secrets now." As she knelt behind the rear tire, she plucked the knotted rubber from the grass and curled her fingers around it. The outside was still slightly damp but her blood had dried in smears along the thin latex and her uncle's cum had made it slightly stiff. Back inside the car, she dropped the rubber into a cup of her bra as she dressed. It felt fantastic pressed against her nipple. She hoped that by some accident it didn't break and leak its contents down her belly.
"Let's get out of here," Cal said. He was staring angrily as he started the car and wheeled around on the sandy beach. Then they were heading for town. Belinda leaned against him, but Cal didn't seem romantic anymore. He'd changed so suddenly from the passionate, understanding male to someone who could hardly function. He looked like someone who'd been given a month to live.
"Cal... I'm scared too. But if we don't even talk about it..."
"It would be the end for me here," he muttered, driving faster. "Betty would want a divorce, the school would let me go ..."
"Cal... don't..."
"Your father, my brother ... he'd probably try to beat the shit out of me if he caught me. Everybody would be talking about it... they wouldn't understand ..."
Belinda felt awful hearing it like that. "Understand what?" she asked, about to cry.
"Understand that I love you ..." Cal took her hand. At last she felt some hope, some relief.
"I was afraid you'd forgotten." She kissed his hand and nuzzled. "I was afraid that you'd lied to me, that you didn't want me anymore."
"I do, darling." he said, slowing the car enough to give her a quick kiss. "But we'll have to keep cool. We can't take the chance of seeing each other..."
"Not ever?"
"Not for a while. Not until we find out who this sonofabitch is and what he plans to do with that photograph he just took."
"But Cal..." She was shivering with the thought of not being able to see him, touch him. "I think I'll go crazy if I can't see you and kiss you..."
"We just can't take that chance," he whispered. "Not now."
Cal let her out a few houses down from her own. She kissed him goodbye and was trying to entice him to at least give her a nice feel before she left. But a passing car scared him and he urged her to hurry on to the house. Belinda watched his car speed away and then went dejectedly down the walk. She'd barely gone inside when David stepped up and took her arm roughly.
"Where in hell have you been?" he said sharply. "That little game you and Nat Stoner pulled was really clever. But I stayed with him until he stopped. We had a little talk ..."
"Oh David, you didn't fight... ?"
"I just warned him to stay away from you. After you two tried to slip it to me, I figured I don't want him taking you out anymore."
"That's our business, not yours. If Nat wants to take me out again ..."
"How'd you get home?" David said, ignoring her protests.
"Walked."
"You would've been here before now. You met someone else, didn't you?" His eyes narrowed and his fingers began to hurt her arm. "You planned that deal with Stoner so you could have a date with someone else."
"That's not true. Nat and I had a date tonight and we were just trying to get rid of you!" She jerked her arm free and started upstairs. Her mom and dad were watching TV in the front room as she hurried by.
"Have a good time, darling?" her mother asked.
"Wonderful," she said, biting her bottom lip. "Just wonderful." She was sobbing quietly to herself by the time she closed her bedroom door behind her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Elaine was embarrassed more than she could believe when she came out of the student union building and headed for the library. She'd already had three whistles and a lower-classman had even gone so far as to make a half-assed pass at her while she'd been finishing her coffee.
"It couldn't be these panties," she breathed to herself, excruciatingly aware of the skimpy, silken crotch-band that was held against her mound by those black elastic strings. They were the same purple panties she'd filched from Belinda's drawer, the same underwear her cousin Tommy had caught her in. She could hardly think of that episode without wetting herself. But she had changed some since then. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that were different from her usually sloppy denims. These had been a gift a Christmas ago. She'd never worn them because she thought they fit her too tight. She didn't like tight-fitting clothes. But today, she'd decided to see how the flared denims felt.
They were tight alright! She could feel them riding up the crack of her ass slightly and fitting against her pussy so that every step gently rubbed her. She'd chosen a brightly colored top to go with it, a top that barely reached her waist. Bending over, a little of her back showed. Reaching up would display a small band of her white belly, sometimes her navel too. That's what had been getting the whistles. And she wasn't sure she liked that kind of attention. For one thing she wasn't used to it. Her plain self-image had become a comfortable habit. She didn't like to attract stares. Especially not from men. But it was exciting. Her mound had stayed mushy and soft all day. It was in a state that she usually attained only after fingering herself for a good half hour.
Another whistle shrilled and she turned to see a tall boy wave at her and grin. She blushed violently and plodded straight ahead. Maybe it was her hair, too. She'd let it down today instead of winding it behind her head in the usual style. If the males on campus kept up this sort of thing they were going to fog her glasses.
"Hey Elaine!" someone called. When she turned, she saw her cousin Tommy waving from across a grassy field. Of all the people she didn't want to see, Tommy took first place. She snuggled her books against her tits and hurried toward the entrance to the library. She had to do some research anyway and she could lose him in the stacks. She doubted that he'd try to go after her in that unfamiliar place ... a place she knew like the back of her hand. She glanced back and saw that he was jogging now, still waving.
"Wait up Elaine! Hey, wait up!"
She pushed through the doors and went to the entrance to the stacks. A guy just inside looked over the tops of his glasses as she breezed by. Even that casual look made her ears feel hot. She turned as she rounded the steps leading down and saw that he was focused on her ass. Then his eyes caught hers and he blushed too. He looked the studious type. Elaine swallowed and hurried down two more levels.
She went back a narrow aisle and plunged into the maze of bookshelves reaching from floor to ceiling. She found the book slip she'd jotted a number on and went on to the section where the numbers started to get close. She'd found the book and plucked it from the shelf when she heard footsteps behind her.
"Hi Elaine!" he said, grinning broadly. "Guess you didn't see me!"
"Shhhh. This is a library, you nut." She couldn't be too angry. He seemed so pleased that he'd traced her through the maze. And she was somewhat surprised herself.
"I wasn't sure where you'd gone," he whispered. "But I remembered your smell from the other day ..."
"Don't make me believe you sniffed me out," she laughed.
"Yeah. I could smell you..." He reddened slightly, put a hand on her wrist. "Elaine, I wanted to ask you ..."
"I've got some studying to do," she said, trying to hide the excitement she felt. But it was so obvious that Tommy knew she was lying.
"That was sure great the other day," he went on, his hand sneaking around her waist. "I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed being with you and all..."
"I... I enjoyed it too, Tommy," she said, looking around to see if they were alone. She couldn't just start making out in the library! She felt giddy and uncertain as to what to do. But Tommy's fingers were touching the bared skin of her back. He made tickly circles as he talked.
"I felt bad about... you know ... messing up. I hope you won't get pregnant or anything."
"I think I'll be okay," she said, smiling nervously. His hand was doing terribly erotic things to her skin. And yet he was just touching her, rubbing her. Why couldn't she control her emotions any better than this? "Tommy, it was nice seeing you again, but I've really got to get some reading done and ..."
"You'd rather do something else though, wouldn't you?" His smile was mischievous. She had to smile back.
"Certainly, that was enjoyable. But the world wouldn't get anywhere if everybody just did it all the time ..."
"This isn't all the time. I've waited two days."
'Tommy ... ohhhh don't please ... tommy ...Ohhhh!" Her young cousin had slipped his hand upwards under her midriff top and was now fondling the side of one breast. She shuddered as he skimmed the large nipple. Again she glanced around her. She was beginning to breathe hard.
"Really Tommy, that's enough!" Tommy took his hand away but immediately slid it down under the front of her jeans. The button was suddenly loose and he was working on the second. Before she could grab his wrist, he wriggled his fingers down to mingle in the taut curls of her mound. "Tommy ... damn you ... ohhh god, don't!"
"Same panties you had on that day," he said, kissing her cheek. She was being pressed up against the shelves. "Bet you didn't even take them off, huh?"
"My god, of course I took them off. I've had a bath since then and the panties needed washing after ..." She stopped, flushing with excitement. Darned little imp, he was twisting everything she said into something sexy ... or making her say sexy things. She felt too weak to resist his cleverness. But she didn't want anything more to happen between them either. That other episode had been a travesty. It had been incest. She wasn't brought up to participate in that sort of immoral behavior.
"Tommy," she said, making her voice even and hard. "Would you please take your hands out of my panties?" Her look withered his smile for a moment. Then slowly, he eased his finger from between her slit. As it glided over her butter-drenched clit, she let out a breath and leaned heavily against the bookshelves behind her.
"Why don't you put down your books?" he said.
"If you think I'm going to stand here in this library aisle and let you feel me up, you're crazy!"
"I want to do more than feel you up," Tommy said, grinning.
"Damn it, Tommy ..."
"There's a door over there," he whispered, pulling her hand, pulling her behind him. "I bet we could slip in there and ..."
"Tommy, you don't seem to want to understand. I don't want to go with you into that... room ... whatever it is ..." But her wily cousin already had the door open and was peeking into the darkness.
"Come on," he said, jerking her in behind him. The door closed and Elaine couldn't see an inch in front of her face. But there was a band of light coming under the door and as her eyes began to adjust she could make out mops and buckets and janitorial supplies piled around. Tommy's hands were working the buttons of her jeans again. She put her books down on a big steel drum and grabbed his shoulders to push him away.
"Let me go, damn you!" she gasped. But a finger had glided under her panty-crotch again and sunk between her smoldering outer lips. If only she hadn't been so wet it wouldn't be so easy for him. She gasped as he fingered her clit and began to roil it around in the juicy heat between her folds.
"Nhooo ... come on you little sex maniac! Stop it!"
"I can't get you out of my mind, Elaine!" he moaned, kissing her neck. Elaine could feel him actually working her denims down over her hips. She tried to stop him but then he started getting his mouth to one of her breasts and she had to try and slow that down.
"Tommy ... Ohhh god ... Ohhhhh!"
He had dropped suddenly to the floor, kneeling there so that his face was even with her pussy. Her jeans were twisted around her knees so that she was kept from moving her legs much, helpless to escape. Tommy circled hands around the backs of her thighs and rubbed as he began to kiss the soaked crotch-band of her panties.
She'd never had that happen! Never thought of it much, though of course she'd heard about it happening to other women. She grabbed Tommy by the hair and tried to push him back. But it was like her muscles were fighting themselves. She couldn't bring her self to actually push his mouth away. He was licking and moaning at her hot pussy. Then his tongue was trying to creep in under that silken ribbon that covered her softness, hid it.
"You smell so good ... just like the other afternoon!"
'Tommy ... don't... don't do this. Let me go!" Her knees shook. Her breath burned in her nose. She slumped back against the wall, her heels sliding apart on the floor. Tommy took advantage of her weakness and burrowed his mouth harder against her panty-crotch. He was getting that little band to one side somehow. With his tongue maybe . .. but it was being stretched. Just like when he'd stretched it on the bed that day. The day he had fucked her! And now... this! In a janitor's storeroom ... She whined and banged her head against the wall as the strong young boy managed to get his tongue into her slit.
"Tommy ... ohhh noooo! Ohhhh god help
"Elaine, you're so sweet... so soft... you ...!"
She dug her nails into his scalp as if making a final effort to stop him. But her muscles just trembled and she couldn't pull his sucking mouth away from her petals. With a slurp his tongue went into her hole and at that moment Elaine felt her knees give way. She slid down the wall into a pile of wrapped toilet paper. The rolls spilled out to make a spongy bed for her as she continued to slip down. And as she slipped, her legs widened on each side of her kneeling cousin. He'd gotten her jeans off of one leg to get to her better. She felt like she was in the hands of an expert pervert. An incestuous one at that!
"Ohhh ... ohhh you do it to me so softly," she whimpered, making no effort to stop him now, knowing she was past that point. If they were discovered, if the damn place burned down, she couldn't have been bothered. The slippery rub of Tommy's tongue was everything!
"I never did this before," he confessed, licking the slickness from his chin. She could see how deeply he'd burrowed, could see the glistening juice smeared across his cheeks. Her eyes were completely adjusted to the light now and as her cousin lowered his open mouth to her pussy again, she moaned. His finger held the panty-crotch to one side, his tongue flicked and Elaine had to close her eyes. The excitement glowed there like a fused bomb. Her clit rose out against the sliding friction of Tommy's caresses. It bulged with fresh blood, dripping with the boy's saliva. His teeth clicked as he worked one plump labia between them and gnawed with care.
"Ohhh ... you're gonna kill me ... kill me ...!"
"Mmrnmm," Tommy moaned back, his hands touching her body's curves as he feasted over her feverish loins.
'Tommy ... ohhh Tommy ... yesss! Don't stop now!"
"Elaine ... I could do this forever," he gasped, wallowing his face deeper in the steamy juices and slickery folds. She raked her nails across his scalp, down the nape of his neck. Then as he ate at her, she tilted her hips up further to let him get to all of it.
"Nhhhuuuh ... ohhhh shit," she moaned, surprised at her choice of words. She rarely cursed, or felt the desire to. But something about her present state of mind made it seem natural.
"I love you, Elaine," Tommy moaned, his tongue going wild between her blossomed lips.
"Oh Tommy, oh honey!" She worked her ass around in the smashed rolls of toilet paper, pressing her dripping flower up against his chin and teeth. Her clit was a raging little prick now... jutting from her surrounding tissues like a searching snake. Tommy found it every time his tongue raked up her crevice.
They wallowed together in the mess they'd made. Her top was pushed up suddenly as Tommy climbed between her parted thighs. She panicked, but not before he was pressing his cock against his mound. Luckily the crotch-band had snapped back in place to protect her hole.
"Nooo... you can't do it again without something..."
"I've got something," he sighed, reaching into his pocket. He was still wearing his jeans but had them down off his hips. In the dim light Elaine saw him drape a baggie over the head of his cock and tighten a rubber band just behind the flared tip.
"Ohhhhhh ... will it work?"
"Yeah, it'll work. It's not as good as a rubber, but I'm so excited, I'll come quick anyhow ..."
Elaine wasn't sure of what her cousin, was saying. She guessed that he meant that it wouldn't feel as good to him as a rubber might feel. Because of the thickness of the plastic baggie.
"Ohhh I... I shouldn't let you do this ...!"
"But you want to feel it again, don't you?" he breathed, wetting her neck with a sloppy kiss. She could smell her juices smeared against her skin.
"Yessss! I do want to feel it again!" She hugged his body close. The little idiot hadn't even taken his shirt off, just unbuttoned it. She could see his bare bottom pushed up, his jeans hanging around his knees now. She widened her legs even more as Tommy hunted for her hole with the baggie-wrapped head of his cock.
"There . . . right there . . . ohhhh Tommmeeeee!" She clutched frantically at the boy's body as he worked his hips and the flared crown divided her inner muscles. The juices from her pussy were wetting him now. The baggie made a funny sound as it crinkled and slid deeper inside her. Tommy's cock throbbed. She could feel it expand in rhythm to the aching gland up inside his groin.
The toilet tissue rolls shifted and Tommy went suddenly deeper. Elaine moaned loudly as she felt the familiar stiffness starting to touch those deep, tender spots. This was all still very new to her. She'd had this kind of attention from a male only a few times in her life. She ran her hands up and down Tommy's back. She wallowed her small, firm breasts against his hairless chest. She wanted to feel everything and everything felt so wonderful. Now she knew that though her cousin wasn't right in forcing her into this janitor's closet, his instinct was. He'd known all along that her body needed his body.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh yesss!" she babbled, tilting her hips up sharply as he delved with the engorged head of his cock. The walls of her pussy cinched closer around him. Tommy sucked in a shuddery breath, his fingers going deeper in the flesh of Elaine's white ass.
But he was wiggling so fast now . . . too fast. She wanted to feel his hilt pressing slowly against her clit, wanted to feel him enjoying her like a glass of fine wine.
"Elaine ... god ... Elaine!" He clutched her, his slim hips plunging and circling as he shoved every bit of his slender cock into her and yanked it out again ... over and over until she was getting close too. Her mound itched inside and out! Her clit was pulsing like a bomb which had burned up almost all of its fuse. She pinched her eyes shut and widened her thighs to let more of her cousin's body rub against her flesh. But then he stiffened and gasped and a quiver ran through his body. He lurched, stabbing as deep as he could go and then another gasp came from deep in his throat.
"Ohhh, wait for me, Tommy!" Elaine begged, trying to work her own climax to a head. She bobbed her hips, let them dance amidst the tumbled rolls of toilet paper. But Tommy had sapsmed for the third time now and his drive was weakening. His head went limp into the hollow of her neck, She clutched his motionless body and tried to finish herself off. But her cousin had quit just seconds too soon. She couldn't quite recapture that fiery edge of lust. And her excitement, her need seemed to dangle in some kind of maddening limbo. She wanted to scream!
"Better get out of here," Tommy said, pulling his cock from her pussy without ceremony or gentleness. Elaine gave a sob, feeling like she'd been cheated somehow. In the dim light she watched her cousin pull the cum-filled baggie from his cock and toss it behind a shelf. It seemed such a sudden and crude end to their lovemaking.
"Are you okay?" he asked, jerking his pants up.
"Sure. Just fine." He helped her up from the floor and she leaned shakily against the wall, struggling to get her leg in her jeans. The purple panties were stuck tightly against her pubes. But she felt no satisfaction like last time. She felt frustration and anger. She could hardly keep from plunging a finger up inside her hole and working it back and forth. But Elaine knew that after Tommy's cock, that finger wouldn't do a thing for her.
"Maybe I should go out first," Tommy whispered. Now that he'd satisfied his sex needs, he sounded a little scared. Elaine didn't care if the janitor opened the door and turned on the lights. She knew that usually she would be petrified at the thought, but not now. She let her cousin kiss her on the mouth. Then he peeked out the door and slipped out of the darkened storeroom. After a moment she followed. The aisle was empty. She clutched her books against her breasts and made her way up out of the stacks. After that little fiasco, she didn't feel like studying. She wanted to go home.
* * *
Elaine had never thought of her brother David in a sexual way. It wasn't that he wasn't nice-looking, muscular, handsome. But he was her brother. The possibility of using him as a sexual fantasy had just never occurred to her. But it had now. She lay on her bed, panties beside her in a tangle as she rubbed a finger up and down her slit.
"David," she gasped, pretending her brother was kissing her, rubbing his nakedness against her own. The frustration and letdown of her quickie with her cousin had frayed her nerves, though. She couldn't quite keep a focus on her imagining. But she wanted the relief and pleasure so badly!
"Maybe if I sneaked in his room and found something he wears ... a belt... or something."
Elaine got up and threw a bathrobe around her shoulders. No one was home yet from work or school, but she didn't want to take the change. She padded barefoot down the hall and hesitated for a moment at David's door. Then she opened it and quietly peeked in.
If David hadn't been facing away from her, Elaine would have died with embarrassment. Because she had interrupted her brother in the midst of some erotic game. He had all his clothes off and was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Spread before him were a dozen pictures of half dressed women-some of them with nothing on at all. And the poses they were assuming were nothing short of pornographic! Even from where she peeked, she could see the glistening, open cunts. One girl even had her finger partway inside herself. And there was a picture of another very young nymph giving a man a blowjob!
Forcing herself to move slowly, Elaine closed her brother's door. Only then did she dare to let herself remember what else she'd seen. David's hand had been moving up and down his cock as he grasped it. The steady slapping sound had made Elaine's blood run even hotter than it already was. She stood outside in the hall, her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't go back to her room now. Not after seeing that. If she could just speak to David for a moment, see his naked body again.
"David?" she called huskily, tapping at the door. There was a sudden scuffling around inside and then David mumbled something. She waited a full minute before he turned the knob and peeked out.
"Yeah, what do you want, Elaine?"
"I need to talk to you," she breathed. His face looked so sullen, so guilty. It aroused her sexuality even more to observe her brother's uncomfortable mood.
"Okay, hurry up. I'm busy."
David had pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans ... that was all. She could tell that he had no underwear on. The still-swollen head of his cock was peeking from under the frayed edge of a leg.
"What'cha doing?" she asked matter-of-factly. David kept his body turned so that she couldn't get a look at his cock again. He sat on the bed and she sat beside him.
"Nothing much," he replied, rubbing a hand up and down his belly. Sitting like that, Elaine could sniff her own musky excitement. She wondered if David could smell it too. She knew that they wouldn't do anything. They were kin after all... close kin. A lot closer kin than Tommy and she were. But the feeling that she wanted to have some kind of touch, some kind of signal from him, was intense. They'd always gotten along pretty good when children. Maybe David would notice that she wasn't her old drab self anymore.
"You sure have a lot of muscles. Been working out lately?"
"Yesh." He looked around the room, restless. Elaine felt like she was intruding now. Like her brother wanted to get rid of her. This irritated her. She saw the stack of girl magazines by the bed and picked one up. Elaine gave him a knowing smile.
"Mind if I look?" David did mind but she opened one to the centerfold anyway. A willowy brunette lay on a satin sheet with her thighs thrown wide. There was a look of utter joy on her face as she delved inside her body with a long middle finger. David made a funny sound and rubbed his hands on his knees. He was blushing.
"I'm surprised she's enjoying it so much," Elaine observed. "I think she would like it better if a guy..
"Hey Elaine, I've got some things to do," David, getting up. His cocktip was jutting out from the leg of his shorts now, bigger and hotter than ever before. He saw her staring at it and his flush turned a vivid red.
Elaine had no explanation for what she did next. Something so wild and furious blasted through her senses that she felt as if she were being controlled by a force outside her body. She was staring at that blue, bulging crown that pulsed there on her brother's thigh. It had jabbed its way out of his cut-offs as if it wanted her to see it, touch it. She was already sitting on the bed, her brother facing her. It was so easy to slide down on her knees before him and push her face close.
She wasn't thinking, wasn't reasoning about anything. Her bound-up passions were just bubbling over after all these years of ignoring them. So now she had become more than just Elaine, David's sister. She had become first of all a sexually hungry female. And any male who stepped before her was fair game now. Her brother's cock looked like a fascinating, beautiful chunk of meat. And she gave a little gasp of pleasure as she pressed her wet lips against the exposed head.
"Elaine! For god's sake!" His hands clutched, her head. But by now she had extended her tongue. She knew it was something she'd never dreamed of doing. She wasn't the type to consider such lewd undertakings. It was something one of those girls in her brother's magazines might do ... but not Elaine, the bookworm. And yet as her tongue curled around her brother's shaft, she felt like perhaps this was the real Elaine trying to surface. And David's grasp on her hair weakened suddenly. She moaned, started unbuttoning his denims.
"Elaine ... Elaine ... God!" She eased down the shorts and his cock bounced up to smack her chin. She caught it and held it from bobbing around, her lips curving to fit around the feverish, angry-dark head again. She pushed until the crown was completely inside her mouth. Wetting it thoroughly and swathing her tongue around the lumpy shape, she smacked like a hungry piglet on a nipple. David's knees shook.
Now her libido had taken over completely. She could almost feel it kick in, like a race car. She let her brother's shorts slide down around his ankles and pulled her nails against his ass. He grunted and the breath whooshed from his lungs. As his body came forward, Elaine let his cocktip slide between her teeth, over the trough she'd formed with her tongue and finally back to the start of her throat. She stopped there, afraid that she might gag. She felt fantastic! Her pussy was flooding with fresh sex butter, soaking the purple panties clinging to her pubes. She wished her brother would throw back her robe, touch her, anything ...
"Mmmhhhuuuhhh!" she groaned, bobbing her head forward and back. A slick, sucking sound came from the corners of her mouth as the spit leaked down. David was panting like he'd just run a mile or two. His hands rested on her shoulders, trembling slightly. Then he unbuttoned it at the neck and tried to work the next one free. But he seemed torn. As if he were disobeying something engraved in his very soul.
"It's alright," Elaine whispered, feeling amazingly free for the first time in her life. She knew that she was going against her basic nature too. But it felt good to do it. She didn't want to stop and think about things now and spoil the wonderful moment together.
David had been caught up in her excitement. He pulled her up to open the rest of her robe. His eyes avoided hers and his hands trembled. But when he got her on her back on the bed, Elaine felt his hunger explode.
"Ohhh ... god, Elaine! You ... you're so warm ... soft!" He kissed her neck and worked his mouth down around one breast. She arched her back up, pressing her nails into the nape of his neck, working her hips around in circles. She could feel the throbbing shape of his prick pressing in her belly. It was hot and rigid and as her brother's mouth continued to suckle at her tit, he moved his body down until the head of his cock mingled in her blond curls.
"Yesss ... ohhh David ... make love to me!" she pleaded. She had to have it! After being so close in that janitor's closet... she had to have it now!
"I never thought of us doing anything like ... like this," he mumbled, still afraid to really look her in the face. She held his head still and kissed at his lips, teasing them with her tongue until he moaned and stabbed his own deep between her teeth. His hands kneaded her body, digging at her flesh as he continued to slide his cock down. Now it bobbed free under her mound and she knew that she was close to really getting fucked good! She whimpered excitedly and pumped her hips up and down. Her fingers found his shaft and held it up against her mound. Slowly, her brother pressed forward and she felt herself bloom around him. There was a wet sound as her juices flooded over the head of his prick.
"Elaine ... nhhuhh ... ohhh shit, you're so soft and hot!" He lurched and drove himself halfway into her. Elaine shivered as a wave of pleasure rolled over her body.
"Harder... ohh damn it, that feels good!" She bit at David's neck, the spit leaking from her mouth as he began to grind deeper. His cock was bigger than Tommy's, hotter, harder. It was the cock of a man. She was getting it shoved up into her body now ... and it felt wonderful. She was getting fucked! Did it really matter that it was her brother fucking her?
"Elaine," David gasped, "I... I don't have anything to use. I mean..." He stopped the movements that had felt so wonderful to her. Elaine whimpered and raked his ass with both hands. She had been so wild to have him, that she hadn't thought of the danger of pregnancy. Now she knew she was half out of her mind.
"I... didn't even think of it." She kissed his neck. "But I want this so bad ... Ohhh I want it so bad!"
"Me too ... now that we're doing it... ohh god, Elaine, I don't want to stop."
"Isn't there anything else you can do?"
"I guess I could jerk it out just before I come..."
"Ohh yes. Do that..." She raked her nails across his ass again, urging him deep like before. With a groan of surrender, David plunged his cocktip deep into her pussy. Holding it like that, he let her grind her bottom around on the bed, rubbing the insides of her tube against his shaft and head.
'Tell me what it feels like," she whispered, tonguing his ear.
"You're pretty tight... usually it's the younger chicks that are the tightest. And you're so damned hot. Wow ... slick too. Lots of juice." He smiled, still embarrassed by their sudden union.
"You like it juicy?"
"I guess every guy does. It... it's better." He turned his eyes down to the red splotches he'd made on her breasts. "My own sister... god, I can't believe it."
"Maybe it's wrong, David, but I couldn't keep my mouth off of you ... I just couldn't!"
They kissed tenderly, letting their bodies move together again. She matched his rhythm for a while and then moved against it, creating a smooth syncopation between them. As they fucked, David kept kissing her. She loved that and tickled the nape of his neck while she sucked his tongue. Kissing and fucking were a lot alike ... she'd never really seen things so clearly as now.
"I've got to be careful," her brother gasped, slowing his spearing, jabbing cock.
"Is it good for you, darling?" she breathed, unable to control her own movements.
"You'd better take it easy ... I'm really worked up."
"Oh, but it feels so wonderful. God does it ever!" She wiggled her hips upwards from the bed, feeling the hilt of his body touch against her outer lips and then force them open. Her juices were streaming down the crack of her ass, her pussy clasping around her brother's prick like it might suddenly decide to escape.
"Elaine ... slow down, damnit!"
"Ohhh... it's so hard just to lay here!" Somehow she made her ass quit squirming. There was a look of strain on David's face. He shivered a little and put his head against her.
"That was close, Elaine. I was gonna pop everything and you're so tight that it would've been hard to get it out in time."
"Darling ... darling brother," she cooed, kissing his cheeks. She tried to concentrate on resting there motionless but as she kept kissing him, her ass began a gentle gyration. The look of strain returned to David's features. She wasn't aware that she was doing anything that sexy. It was just an undulation, a rocking movement forward and slowly back. It was impossible to stay still with that hot, hard chunk of meat inside her.
"Elaine!"
"Ohhhh David, are you still holding on?"
"Not... very ... well .. . !" His breath was ragged, his eyes squinched closed.
"I'd better stop again," she whimpered, gritting her teeth in concentration. She sneaked a hand down between their bellies to find David's balls. They felt loose in their sac and she cupped them and gave them a gentle squeeze. David arched his back, lifted his chest up off hers. His chin was up, his eyes glazed. He gave another shudder and she felt the muscles in his back and thighs harden.
"Something wrong, darling?" She squeezed his balls again, thinking that maybe it was too hard ... that she might be hurting him.
"Uhhhnnnn," he gasped, trying to pull his hips back.
Maybe it was the danger of the situation that made Elaine's blood so hot. But that danger, that fear of pregnancy, and the tension she experienced from wanting to keep David's prick deep in her belly made her whimper. She clutched at him and threw her ass around wildly. Her climax appeared suddenly and she knew that with a few more plunging movements she could capture that joy and grind it out against her body.
"David ... ohhh fuck me ... hurry ... I'm gonna come!" She bit and kissed his neck, working her long legs up and down on the bed, pumping furiously now. David was wallowing around like a horse caught in a mud hole. He didn't know what to do it seemed. And Elaine realized that he was probably very close to coming inside her. It was going to be a race to see if she could find her pleasure before he found his.
"Honey .. . Honey ... !" she cried, fucking until the bed crashed and thumped.
"Ohhh ... ohhh David ... do it to me!" She could feel the sudden swelling of his cocktip deep inside her pussy. It was flaring itself like a barb against her insides so that it wouldn't slip out while the hot sap poured out. A million potential babies! All swimming up into her womb, searching for that single egg to penetrate just as David had penetrated her.
"Here ... it... comes ... !" she screamed, raking blood from his back. "Gonna . .. gonna come!"
"Wuhhh ... Elaine!"
"Darling!"
The first jolt of hot and wonderful pleasure had just blasted through her cunt when her brother yanked his hips back. His glistening cock flopped around wildly, streaks of white spitting from the tip. The hot jizz spattered over her heaving belly, clung to the nipples of her breasts and dribbled down.
"Noooo! Ohhh I want it... put it back in!" She grabbed frantically for the slick frothing cock. It squirted out of her fingers, spitting more hot cum. She was going crazy. She didn't care about pregnancy or anything anymore. She just wanted that lovely, hard thing inside her body.
"Give ... give to me, David!" she babbled, finally getting her fingers around the dark, juice-smeared head. She squeezed, tried to push it down between her legs. But the sap spit between her fingers, splatted thickly on her face and neck. She was bawling now, moaning with frustrated lust. She had been coming ... gloriously coming! And now she felt so empty inside.
"Sis . . . damnit... you can't understand what...!"
"Ohhhhh I don't care, David. Please! I'm begging you." She began to sob openly, her fingers sliding off his cock, trailing weakly down to his balls. She put her hands to her face, smearing her brother's cum and her own juices across both cheeks.
"Elaine . .. ohhh god, I didn't want to pull out. But..." He pressed his mouth against her belly and started to kiss her navel deeply, slowly. She writhed, still feeling the sharp excitement. Then she knew what would help. She knew that if she could push David down to her pussy ... get him to eat her.
"Please help me, David," she moaned, making jerky circles with her ass. She put pressure on his shoulders with both hands, urging, praying that he'd get the hint.
"God sis, what we're doing! It's incest... It's all so wrong!"
"David, David . .. please!"
"What do you want me to do?" he gasped, looking at the squishy mess between her parted labia.
"Eat me! Eat my pussy!" She humped her back down into the mattress, offering herself to him. David bit his hp and then slowly, very slowly put his mouth down. Elaine moaned loudly at the first damp touch of his lips. Her pussy was so swollen that the wrinkled inner lips were pushed out from between her labia. They were slick from her juices and as her brother's spit mingled, she felt his tongue begin to explore a little deeper.
Elaine had drawn her knees back sharply, pressing them against her breasts. Now she knew that her cunt was as open as possible to her brother's desires. But she had no time for embarrassment. She hooked her heels over the tops of his shoulders and drew him down hard against her.
"Hurry ... Ohhhh do something, David! Do something!"
David began to lick as if he had second thoughts. He couldn't have been turned off by her, Elaine thought, she'd just washed that morning and knew she had a fairly pleasant aroma even when a little funky. But what was bothering David?
"Nuhhhh," she groaned, pressing his face deeper. Her pussy seemed to come alive again, to suck at his lips and tongue as he tickled her. The itchy goodness was revived and after a few seconds of plunging up and down she was sure she could easily come. But she didn't want to do it too quickly. She wanted something tantalizing ... agonizingly slow.
"There ... just there!" She tilted her raw clit up so that it jutted from her inner petals. David's tongue worked it in circles, touching every squishy part of it, sucking, licking, nibbling. "Yesssss ...! Ohhhh I'm gonna lose mmuh ... muh ... my mind!" Her ankles crossed behind his head and her nails raked the nape of his neck as she held him tightly against her pussy and came with a shuddering jerk.
She kicked her feet in the air behind her brother's head, toes fanned out with the blasting excitement that went through her like an arrow. She writhed, babbling, strings of drool dripping from her mouth. She felt like she'd been transported. For a moment she didn't know where she was. And then she felt the sharp intensity lessen. Now David was licking too hard and she had to pull her pussy back away from him.
"Ohlihh ... stop ... it's too much now!" She petted the sides of his face as she crumpled over. It took her a few minutes to pull herself together. When she looked, David was sitting on the edge of the bed. His cock hung between his thighs, still looking slightly stiff, though she knew he'd come all over the place. In fact, her body was still smeared with the drying sap. But for a guy who'd just had a great fuck, he didn't look very happy. She sat beside him, slipped an arm around his shoulders.
"I know that it's pretty strange," she started, "us being related so closely. But since I'm older, I'll take responsibility for it." She tickled him under the chin but David didn't respond. He seemed far off, moody.
"It's not that... not that we're brother and sister." He took a big breath. "Well, in a way maybe it is. It gets me to thinking about something else."
She smiled. "What something?" She felt deep affection for her brother. She even thought that her sisterly love might be turning to something else.
"... all these years I've gone around protecting her," he said as if in a trance. He was staring out the window at the three branches bobbing in the breeze. "... just wanted her to be safe from harm. And it was me who really wanted to be the one ... "
"Who and what are you talking about?" Elaine asked, feeling uneasy. Her brother wasn't there beside her. He was far away. Her recent upsurge of self-confidence suddenly felt very shaky.
"... doing it with you ... made me realize." He shook his head, covered his face with both hands. "I didn't really want to protect he from sex. I just wanted to protect her from having it with someone else..."
"David!" She shook him. "Are you dreaming? I don't understand a word..." But then she stopped, put a hand to her mouth. She'd realized who her brother was speaking about. He meant Belinda of course! In a rage of jealousy, Elaine almost blurted that Belinda was his sister after all. But she managed to keep from sticking her foot in her mouth and just clung to her brother's arm.
"I don't know what to say," she whimpered. "Didn't you like me?"
"Of course," David said, glancing at her. "But Belinda. She's been driving me crazy for the past four years and I didn't even know why." He gave a thin laugh and shook his head again. "Oh god, Elaine ... Ohhhh shit... I think I'm losing my mind ..." He got up and staggered into the bathroom. Elaine sat there naked on the bed feeling very alone. Then she picked up her bathrobe and left.
"I fuck my own brother," she mumbled, "and turn him onto his younger sister." Elaine slammed her door behind her and fell across her bed sobbing. "Now it's my turn to go a little crazy ... "
CHAPTER FIVE
In her classes the following week, Belinda could hardly keep her mind on anything. When called on in math class she thought she was in history and started blathering about the revolution until laughter from her fellow students quieted her. Mr. Hargrove shook his head and called on someone else.
No matter how she tried, Belinda kept remembering her night with Cal. Uncle Cal. Her father's brother. The way he'd touched her, kissed her. That club where they'd danced and had such a good time. Surely she wasn't in love with him, was she? He was old enough to be her father. His hair was starting to turn gray a little. But she remembered his firm, well kept body, his manners when escorting her. And most of all she remembered how he'd done those wonderful things to her body!
"Oh god help me, I do think I'm in love!" She was on her way down the hall to put her books up when Amy Thornton came alongside.
"Hey Belinda, you look like you got hit with a pie."
"Hi Amy. I gotta hurry ... !"
"Never seen you hurry to get to gym class much." Amy opened her locker, which was a few down from Belinda's. Belinda ignored her friend's suggestion that she'd changed her philosophy about sports. She'd changed alright, but it had nothing to do with athletics. Unless one could call fucking athletics. Belinda shut her locker and started off down the hall towards the gym, Amy running along behind.
But that period didn't turn out like she'd expected. Uncle Cal seemed distant and preoccupied about something. She knew of course that he was worried about the possibility of trouble from the mystery photographer out at the lake. But surely he could give her a wink or a smile. He did neither. She had taken time with her hair and makeup and even left one button of her gym blouse undone. But Cal seemed more like a stranger than a lover-uncle. When the bell rang for everyone to go to the showers, Belinda stepped up to him and pushed a hip out. She toyed with her long, brown hair and made sure that Cal saw the way she'd made up her lashes and lids.
"Could I talk with you, Uncle Cal?" she said, licking her upper hp languidly.
"I'm a little pressed for time right now, Belinda." He started off but she stepped in front of him.
"Cal! Please. I've got to see you alone!" Her heart pounded. She knew why she wanted to see him alone. She wanted to feel him pull her against his body. She wanted ...
"Are you out of your mind?" he hissed, grabbing her wrist so hard it hurt. His eyes flashed around like those of a hunted animal. But the gym was empty of anyone but them. "If anyone sees us ... even just talking ..."
"You act like the whole school knows."
"Maybe they do." He let her go and took a deep breath. Belinda couldn't keep tears from showing at the corner of her eyes. Cal let the breath out and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry baby, I'm just really on edge about this whole thing."
"Can't we just talk for a little bit in your office?"
"Hell, why not?"
Her uncle's office was separated from the part of the gym where the girls changed their clothes. As soon as they were inside, Belinda felt completely at ease, safe to give Cal a big hug. He tried to extricate himself from her, but she persevered until at last he was petting her soft brown hair and holding her willowy body against his.
"I just wanted to thank you again," she said, "for the wonderful time you showed me the other night."
"You don't even seem worried," Cal said, slipping away from her and retreating behind his desk.
"Sure, I care what happens to you." She sat on the edge of his desk and kicked a long leg out.
"But I care more about us together."
"Belinda, things are pretty complicated right now."
She tossed her head, letting her soft locks tumble down the fronts of her shoulders. "I don't think things are complicated at all. The other night you made love to me. You took my virginity ..." Her voice was trembling with emotion and excitement. "You stuck your cock up into my ... " Her uncle slumped into his chair.
"Belinda! For god's sake, not here ... don't talk about that... "
"Why not? It was wonderful! I can't even study, can't think of anything but how it felt when you held my body and pushed my legs apart and ..."
Cal got up. "Look, if we wait 'til things cool down a little..."
"I'm not in the mood to cool down," she said, surprised at her own words. But she felt like being frank. After all she was talking to the man who had shown her what intimacy between man and woman was really like. Couldn't she speak her mind with him?
"You're a lovely young woman," her uncle said. "And I haven't forgotten what happened the other night."
"Then for Christ's sake, show me!" She went to him then. He put his arms around her and she nuzzled her face against his warmth. Her long fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. She started to kiss his chest muscles as she opened his clothing just ahead of her wet mouth.
"Belinda..." Cal tried to stop her, but she went on anyway. "Belinda... god, we can't... not here!"
She had his shirt pulled out now and worked his buckle. She was burning up. Her panty-crotch was drenched clear through. His fly came down easily and she searched with shaking Angers.
"Belinda ... god!"
"It's so hard ... it's hard, Uncle Cal! You do want me, don't you!" she gasped, working the loose skin up and down the shaft. The head of her uncle's cock was spongy and hot. It seemed firm enough already to slip easily into her body. But something else entered Belinda's head then. She knew that Cal would balk at really doing it there in his office. But maybe she could do something nice to him that wouldn't take up so much time. At least she could leave him with thoughts of wanting to see her again.
"Uncle Cal... I love you ..." She sank to her knees there on the floor behind his desk. He was trying to pull her up again, trying to turn his body away. But she had his cock out of his pants now. It took her only a second to wash it with her spit, tonguing the sensitive flesh of the crown. Then, pursing her lips into a smooth O, she fit them down over his bulging knob and took him inside.
Since she'd had that lovely thing in her mouth that first night, she'd been wondering what it would taste like without the rubber. It tasted good. Fleshy with a slight musky tinge. She let her tongue play against the lobes underneath the tip and then stroked further back as she pushed her head forward another inch and then another.
"Uhhhnnn ... Ohhhh Belinda ... you little nymph ... you ... you ... Ohhhh Jesus Christ!"
"Mmmmm," she cooed, slurping hungrily. Though she'd been wondering how it would be, dreaming about the moment, Belinda was surprised how her passions had welled up. She was in heaven with this man's" cock in her mouth. Sucking cock was something that had never occurred to her as very exciting before. But since Cal had pressed his rubber-sheathed prick between her lips the other night, she'd thought of little else. And now with the feverish head of Cal's cock sliding up into the roof, of her mouth, she moaned through her nose and let her tongue dance wildly along the bottom of the shaft.
"Nhuuhhh ... Belinda ..." Cal swept a hand around, knocking papers from his desk. "Darling ... darling niece ...!"
"Mmmmnnnuhh ..." she moaned, her nostrils flaring as she let more of his thick cock enter her mouth. It was poking at the sides of her throat now, almost making her gag. She troughed her tongue and slid it sexily against the place where his balls grew from the base of his shaft. Then she had to pull her head away a few inches to keep from choking.
Her tits had flopped free of her bra and blouse and she was aware of their heaviness, the nakedness of herself there on her knees before her uncle. She wished she could get her shorts off too, but there wasn't time. She wanted to suck him good, make him remember her every second of every day.
"... you're going to be late for your next class, Belinda," he groaned, trying again to pull her up. But she just moaned through her nose and kept her tongue working along his prick. If she could make him come, wouldn't he know how she felt? Wouldn't a man be crazy about a girl who would let him come in her mouth? She eased her head back until his glans was resting on her pouty bottom lip.
"Am I doing it right, darling?" she breathed.
"Belinda... but we can't keep on like this here ... now ..."
"Yes we can, Cal!" She fingered his balls, gripped each oval egg gently but firmly. She wasn't about to let him escape now. Not with the head of his cock so huge! It looked like it was packed with a half pint of blood! Her heart fluttered as she smoothed her tongue around the flared ridge and watched the expression change on her uncle's face.
Doing that seemed to really be getting to him. She sucked his tip into her mouth but pushed it out with the tip of her tongue. She teased it with her upper lip and then her lower. She drooled hot spit down over it and smeared the fresh lubrication around, using only the tip of her tongue. Cal was shaking like a race car. To vary her loving, she plunged her entire mouth around him suddenly, taking him well into her throat. Before her impulse to gag took over, she pulled back until once again his prickhead was resting lightly between her teeth. She nibbled a little bit, watching her uncle's fists ball tightly. Then he was grabbing the sides of her head like she might escape him.
"Mmmmm ... Ohhhmmmm," she moaned, swathing him with her tongue in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Belinda ... you'd better stop ... I'm going to come!"
"Do it my darling!" she sighed, feeling her own excitement. She knew that she might not like the taste or consistency of her uncle's jizz. She'd broken open the rubber he'd used on her that night and felt the slimy stuff as it dribbled through her fingers and into the sink in her bathroom. The smell had been sharp and unfamiliar. And she had not had the nerve to touch any of it to her lips.
"Baby ... Ohhhhh!" Cal trembled all over and his cock seemed to actually be growing in size. She was rubbing her teeth back and forth against the bulging knob, rocking her jaw slowly as her tongue teased the tiny orifice at the tip. Then she sucked it deep again, her tongue curving under the shaft to pet and caress the sensitive skin. At that moment Cal lurched and knocked a paperweight to the floor. Belinda had the most intense desire to actually watch it happen!
She eased her mouth back and held the spit-glossed thing up to see. A droplet formed quickly at the little opening and Belinda's eyes widened as she saw the milky substance. It looked thick and potent... almost magical!
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, plunging her hot lips down over the swollen cockhead. She tasted the droplet as it dribbled onto her tongue. It wasn't really bad at all! In fact, she rather liked it. And then her uncle gasped and his hips worked and a powerful jet of seed spattered against the roof of her mouth, pooled in her tongue. Before she could swallow, more was pumping in powerful spurts from his climaxing body. It clung between her teeth like peanut butter. It coated her mouth. She gasped and worked her head up and down over the rigid, slick shaft, her tongue urging more from his balls.
"Belinda ... Belinda ... ohhh fuck!"
"Huuhnnmmmuh!" she moaned, nostrils flared as she sucked him. She noticed with excitement that her uncle had a firm grasp on her head, too. He didn't want her to pull away at the critical moment. That critical moment which was happening right now! She sighed, felt the thick curds flood even faster. His cock pulsed, growing in size each time it spit out fresh seed. What a wonderful organ, she thought. Shaped and created just perfect for a woman's body ... or mouth! She almost giggled, and the smile that crossed her lips cost her some cum. It dribbled from the corners of her lips, making two shiny white lines down her chin and neck. She was too excited to bother to wipe it off.
She was making a slurping sound now as she lapped up everything that was oozing out. But it was almost over. The convulsions that had rippled through her uncle's groin were lessening in strength. She squeezed his balls as if to get all that was left. His cock jumped in her mouth and one last flood poured out. Then there was only a droplet or two. She lapped them up and gingerly pulled her lips down over his darkened head. They came away with a wet pop.
At that very moment there was a tap on Uncle Cal's door. Both of them froze, turned to stare. An envelope was slipped under the door and they heard footsteps going away. Cal cursed and went to pick it up, stuffing his cock away as he went. When he saw the contents, he groaned.
"Cal... what is it?" Belinda had managed to jerk up her bra and button part of her gym uniform. There was still a sticky, cummy taste in her mouth and her body was achingly aroused. But the look on her Uncle's face told her there'd be no more fun just now. He tossed the envelope and its contents on his desk and slumped into his chair. His face was a mask of agony. Belinda picked up the photograph. It was in vivid color.
"It's us! Oh god, I didn't know we looked like that!" To Belinda it looked like something out of an erotic magazine. Not that she'd seen any. But there they were, naked as jaybirds. And she'd forgotten that she'd been on top, fucking him like crazy when the picture had been taken. The snapshot clearly showed her uncle's cock sliding into her body, his fingers touching the swollen, slickened lips of her pussy as she rode up and down on him. Her naughty red panties were clearly seen, pulled obscenely to one side. And the color of her blood matched them as it dripped out of her wounded cunt. But then she noticed it would be hard for anyone to know that it was really her fucking him. Unfortunately for her uncle his position under her made his face show up clearly.
"This is awful," she gasped, embarrassed by the clearness, the erotic flavor of the photograph. It was one thing to do sexy things, but quite another to see yourself doing them.
"It's as bad as I feared," Cal said. He opened a drawer in his desk and took out a pint bottle. He drank heavily from it and shoved it across to her.
"I... I'd better be getting to my next class," she said, getting up. She was weak with desire. But it was obvious that Uncle Cal would be happier with a bottle than with her.
"Well, at least wipe the cum off your chin," he said, eyes angry. She felt as if he were blaming her for all this. She gave him a shocked look, a sad look.
"Cal, when can we get together again? I was hoping that..."
"Damn it girl, you don't seem to understand! Or didn't you read the note?"
"I just looked at the picture ..."
"Well, this . .. this bastard, whoever he is, wants money. Lots of money. But that's not all he wants."
"What do you mean?" She felt a chill.
"He wants you too. In a motel next Saturday night. He'll be in the dark and you're to knock and go in and ..." He put his face in his hand for a second, then grabbed from the bottle again.
"Uncle Cal. I can't do anything like that. I wouldn't even know who it is!"
"You've got to do it," he muttered, the pint shaking in his hand. "Or it's all over for me."
"Uncle Cal," she said, going to him. She leaned down where he sat, kissed his cheek. She still wanted him very badly, but she could see he had lost his manly athletic appeal for the moment. He seemed more like a tired, slightly aging man. A frightened man. She couldn't let something this awful happen to him. Somehow, she'd find the courage to do what he wanted.
"I'll do it. If it means helping you," She kissed his mouth softly then turned and headed out of the office. Cal didn't say one word to her as she clsoed the door behind her.
* * *
Belinda had been lying across her bed quietly sobbing when she felt the presence of someone else in the room.
"David! You scared me."
"Hey sis, what's wrong?" He came over and sat down by her. Belinda was wearing just a t-shirt. She'd taken a shower and not bothered to put on anything else. Luckily it was about three sizes too long for her. She kept it pulled down over her hips to hide her naked condition.
"Nothing," she snuffled, wiping a hand across her nose.
"If it's that damned Nat Stoner ..."
"I haven't even talked to him all week." She snuffled again and pushed her dark hair back. David had the oddest look on his face. He was blushing too. Though she felt pretty lousy, Belinda giggled. "David, what is wrong with you?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe it."
"Try me."
He shook his head. "No. I couldn't begin to make you understand. I didn't understand it myself until just a few days ago." He looked at her breasts. It was a longing look, Belinda was sure of it. She was suddenly aware that having no bra made her nipples push out the thin blue cotton. That's what her brother was looking at. Self-consciously she crossed her arms over her tits and smiled matter-of-factly.
"Well, I can't make you tell me," she shrugged, getting up. His eyes were on her as she sauntered to her mirror and picked up a brush. The t-shirt had hiked up a little on her bottom and she tugged it down again. Her reflection shimmered back at her and Belinda realized with a start that she was no longer a little girl. She saw too why Cal had wanted her so badly. Her tits were growing by the day. They were full, ripe spheres pinned under the tight jersey but pushing it out with their firmness. Her waist was narrow, her hips swelling out with graceful curves. Her thin face had always been one of certain sophistication, innocent though she was. But now there was a knowing quality in her eyes. Of things she'd learned the past weeks. Behind her reflection, David stood and rubbed his hands together nervously. At that moment Belinda was certain she knew her brother's secret. She knew what he'd been trying to tell her. She flushed and threw the brush down on the dresser.
"David ... I'd better get busy on my studies now. If you'd please leave me alone . .."
"But Belinda ... I... I want to stay a little longer." He made a gesture as if to touch her, but pulled back his hands. Belinda felt panicky. Her brother's eyes had a wild look to them. He was breathing fast. And the front of his jeans was lumpy. He went to the door and sighed with relief. But instead of leaving, he kicked it shut and locked it. Then he turned towards her again, he was pulling something from his pocket. Leather thongs ... lost of them! She gasped and stepped back, knocking her brush off the dresser. Her bare feet tingled against the rug. It was a mixture of utter fear and a strange excitement. The excitement came from being so worked up in uncle Cal's office and yet experiencing no release.
"David, I told you I had to study."
He was on her like a tiger. She struggled, pushing him back when he threw her on the bed. She got one good kick in before he wrapped leather around her ankles and fell across her body. She tried to bite him, but he was doing something intricate with the strips of leather. He let her fight him until she was too weak to give him much trouble. Then he continued binding her in the weird way he'd obviously worked out beforehand. Her t-shirt was tangled up under her armpits, exposing her full, white breasts. She could hardly stand to watch him looking at them. He almost drooled when he touched a dark nipple and it made Belinda shiver all over.
"You may never forgive me," he rasped, "but I didn't think you'd allow this any other way. And I have to do it... have to!"
"Ohhh David ... you'll hate yourself later ... think about it. I'm your sister! Your own flesh and blood! We came from the same womb . .. we ..."
"Belinda, darling! All these years, I've wanted you and didn't know it. I wouldn't let myself know it. Now I'm going to get what I want so bad." She whined at this, pulled against the leather. But her knees were pushed back and bound individually against her body. Her wrists were tied too, one to each bedpost. She was able to squirm over onto one side, but David just rolled her onto her back again and gazed down with animal lust at the vulnerable, glistening cleft edged with her dark pubic curls. She couldn't kick, couldn't get away. He dropped his pants and pushed his head down. She felt his hands on her leather-bound ankles, pushing her legs wider apart. Her pussy parted with a wet sound and she whimpered and tried to work her hips out of the way. It was like a mad dream... a terrible nightmare. But when her brother's tongue opened the inner petals that were clinging to her fuller, outer lips, she couldn't deny the pleasure which went through her in waves.
"David ... Uhnnnnn ... Uhhhnnhhoooo!"
"Oh Belinda!" His mouth worked hungrily, licking and sucking as he plunged his chin against her hole. Juices were flooding out now, wetting him. Her nipples glowed. And when she jerked her arms, the tightening of the leather against her wrists did strange things to her mind. At first there was the pain. But it wasn't intense. In fact the burn of the thongs had a strange, exhilarating effect.
"Ghhaaaa ... Ohhh ... help!" As she realized how helpless she was, she felt that there was nothing she could do to stop her brother's ravenous eating of her pussy . .. the thrills began to sweep her guilt away. What could she be guilty of? She was being forced against her will. David murmured sexy things as he sucked at her.
"Jeesus ... ohhh ... it feels so ... hot... and slippery ..."
"David!"
"So long I've wanted to do this ..." "Nhhooo ... wrong ... David ... ohhhhh ..." Her hips couldn't remain still. Instead of trying to jerk away, she was rolling them, rocking them, even thrusting her mound upwards. She knew it was opening even more of her smoldering petals for her brother to lick and tease. But the insane pleasure that was pulsating through the lower part of her body was enough to make her a little crazy. The leather thongs popped and snapped as she jerked her arms against the restraints.
"You taste wonderful!" David gasped, looking up at her. He was smeared with her juices. His lips were parted and he had a dazed, happy look on his face.
"Noooo ... David, it's wrong!
"Not if I feel so strong about it," he gasped, "It can't be wrong."
"You're crazy ..." She flopped her head, dark hair splashing the pillow. Then she felt her brother licking her clit. She shuddered and pulled against the leather again. Her clit had swollen up like a tender stalk from the surrounding softness. And David was doing terribly naughty things to it! His tongue worked along the sides of the little bulge, wetting and rubbing. Then he stopped at the tip and excited it with a licking fluttering movement. Belinda's lashes closed. She'd never felt anything quite so exquisite. Even Cal hadn't made her bum all over like that!
"David .. . David!"
He was moving up over her body now, pushing his hips between her tied legs. She whimpered with panic, knowing that what he wanted to do was against all the rules she'd been brought up with. A brother pressing his naked body against her! It was unbelievably sinful, wasn't it? So sinful that her folks had never really mentioned or warned against it, and Belinda herself had never thought of it. But as her brother's mouth surrounded a breast and she felt the nipple sucked up, the sinfulness, the wrongness seemed only to add to the fires which lashed over her skin.
"Ulihhhh," she whined, her pussy contracting as her brother nibbled the dark morsel that had expanded with his first touch. And suddenly her other nipple wanted to be kissed like that. David read her mind. She bucked weakly. Something hard was being pushed into the mushy heat of her cunt. Both her brother's hands had circled her waist. She moved her hips and felt the petals fold open around the smooth, tumid shape. There was no denying what that shape was.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhh David ... we shouldn't, should we?"
"But you want to, don't you? Doesn't it feel good?"
"Heavenly ... just heavenly." She worked her ass around in a trembling circle against the bed. Her dripping pussy swathed the head of her brother's cock with slickness. He groaned at the light friction of the velvet surfaces. Then he moved his hips forward and her pussy divided around the hardness.
"Yuuhhhh," she whimpered, biting her Up. She was torn between the desire to have this lovely thing ram to the hilt in her yielding body and stopping her brother from the awful act of incest. But it wasn't fair! Not with the pleasure rushing over her like some heavenly waterfall!
Now David had put his fingers down there to touch the steamy petals as they opened back to receive his prick. She groaned when he petted her juicy clit, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. Her ass lurched and pushed against him, eager for the heavy meat. David gave it gladly. He started a gentle fucking motion, letting an inch of his shaft enter her at a time.
Belinda held her breath. She could feel the flared barb slide past her ring of muscles. Then that sensitive knob was completely surrounded by her hot insides. She tightened herself more and swathed the surface of his glans with her buttery heat. She gave a little jerk as more of his prick was wetted.
"You beautiful witch," David moaned, pushing himself up from her, but keeping his cock inside. He was doing something with the thongs that bound her ankles to her body. She felt them come loose and wrapped her heels up behind the small of his back. Another inch penetrated her as she babbled with the hot pleasure.
"I'm fucking you, sis! And you love it, don't you?"
"... love it," she sighed, feeling his mouth o her neck. For the first time they kissed and she pulled her brother's tongue between her teeth. I was a strange, dizzy feeling to have him doing all this. To have him kissing her so deeply. She could taste her own musky scent on his lips. Her brother! It was unbelievable. But his cock slid into her more and she whined and tightened her heels against the cheeks of his ass.
"Yuhhhsss ... yuhhssss ... ohhhh shit!"
"You're really hot! The deeper I go, the hotter you get!"
"Ohhh you feel wonderful inside me!" she moaned, working her ass wildly, feeling that spear of firm male flesh gouge her tenderest places. But her pleasure was mixed. Whenever she opened her eyes and saw her brother's familiar face, a pang of guilt went through her. It only took another shove of his cock to make her forget again.
The sucking, slurpy sound of their bodies joining and pulling apart was fantastic! She could almost see the rippling, tender folds pulling in around his tumid cock. Her toes were pointed as she worked her heels up and down his back. In that position she was completely open, completely his. And she couldn't deny that she wanted it that way. At least right now. Before she had a chance to really thing of it too much.
"I'm getting really deep now, Belinda," her brother gasped, sliding his hands under her ass to steady it for the final plunge. He bucked and her body shuddered as she was opened to the womb. She flopped her head to the side and drooled on the pillow as her brother rooted hungrily with the head of his cock, finding the soft places, the nooks where so few cocks had been before. Only one in fact, Belinda thought. Her uncle's big prick. She wondered if David was wondering himself about the other lucky fellow.
The juices surged up around the hilt of David's shaft as he got even deeper, stretching her. Her clit was being rubbed, tickled by his curly cockhair. A ripple of the finest pleasure imaginable blasted through Belinda's body. She was beginning to feel that release she'd been cheated of that morning.
What her uncle had failed to give her, her own brother was bringing about now. He didn't even know it, either. He was so intent on touching her deepest secrets with the swollen knob of his cock. She could feel its smooth, slick shape pressing and touching.
"Ohhh ... David, I'm coming ... Ohhhh sooo good ... David, David ... Ohhh!"
She clung to him and began to move her ass faster. Sideways, up and down ... she plunged and rocked and fucked, hearing the sound of it, feeling the slide of it.
"Belinda ... ohhh it's wonderful... you're better than I could have hoped for!"
"Ohhh, we won't make a baby, will we?" She was humping her back down into the bed, rubbing her clit furiously against his body as her throes hung there almost within reach.
"I don't care... I want to make you a baby ... !"
Though she was shocked by her brother's words, Belinda felt the excitement too, the sharp danger she risked of letting his hot curds spurt into her pussy. But it had the effect of sharpening her pleasure too. For an instant she was completely fatalistic, uncaring for anything but their passionate act. She felt her brother untie her hands at last and she clung to him as he rocked her towards complete ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh ... make a dozen babies ... I don't care! Fuck me, David ... fuck me full of your cum!"
And then she felt her brother stiffen and the heat inside her increased. She gasped and floundered over the hot edge of her climax as he pumped his seed in, tamping it into the mouth of her womb with his cocktip.
"Ahhh .. . Belinda ... Jesus, you're getting all tight around me!"
And it was true. She could feel her muscles contracting with the heat of her orgasm. She squirmed crazily under her brother's piston-like spearing of her body. The juice and cum smacked around the edges of her cleft. Then she felt the hot stuff dripping down her crack. As she hugged her brother's back, the leather thongs draped across, too. She groaned for breath, pumping, fucking, loving until at last the incredible fires had been quenched. With another sigh she felt limp, arms and legs stretched out against the bed. David worked his hips a few more times and then collapsed atop her. After a moment he lifted his face and kissed her swollen mouth.
"It was wonderful! Oh Belinda, it was too wonderful."
Her eyelids fluttered open. "But what are we going to do? We can't even think of going on with this kind of thing. For all I know I might be pregnant. Your cum might be making a baby in me right now!" She felt like crying. But her body was still twitching a little from the wondrous pleasure she'd experienced. She tightened her cunt, felt that her brother's shaft was softening inside her. Slowly he eased his hips back. Her pussy pulled in tightly behind the escaping prick. Belinda gave a whimper as she felt herself being left empty. Empty except for the frothy baby-makings David had squirted so deep.
"Well?" she said, trying to look him in the eyes.
"Well what? We did it and I'm glad." "What if I did really get knocked up?" she said, frowning.
"I'd marry you. We'd run away. I'd take you to a place where no one knew that we were ..."
"... kin," she finished for him. "Oh David, even if I could straighten it all out in my mind, it wouldn't work. We even resemble each other." She touched his nose. It had the same delicate shape as her own.
"Not that much. People don't notice."
She closed her eyes. David eased himself away and sat on the side of the bed looking at his cock. It was still raw and red-looking where her pussy had clasped it in the throes of their passion. Belinda touched fingers to her cunt. It was as tender as if she'd whipped it with a chunk of barb wire. As she felt the blossomed tissues, a driblet of slick semen wet her knuckles. She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed. The smell was much like her uncle's cum. Not even thinking about it, she flicked her tongue out and tasted. David was watching her with wide eyes.
"So you've done that to some guy, have you?" He pressed his lips together. "Who was it? Nat Stoner?"
"I never did it to anyone," she lied. "I was just curious about how you tasted."
"Don't bullshit me, Belinda. No girl ever tastes it out of curiosity. At least no girl I've ever gone with." He got up and started towards the door in a rage. But before he slammed out, he turned and gave her a sorrowful look.
"I'm sorry ... I love you so damned much." And then he was gone.
CHAPTER SIX
That night Elaine felt restless. She'd been thinking about Tommy and other men whom she'd known. That didn't take her very long. She knew that she hadn't really begun to discover the possibilities. She was just learning of the forces that moved below her own seemingly quiet surface. She hadn't suspected that her libido was so dangerously easy to ignite. But her young cousin had led her into the paths of temptation and her brother had shown her even more delights. Should she stop there?
Of course having sex with her family did get to her. She wanted David more than anything and yet there was that shadow of guilt that hung in the background of her reveries. But there was a peculiar thrill attached at the same time. Her brother! And before that it'd been her cousin.
Elaine took a deep breath and rolled over on the bed. Yes, it was exciting to go against the grain of society. Maybe enough fun to make it worth the guilt. Not that it mattered. She was somewhat bored with Tommy and David seemed strangely aloof after that first time. As if she'd really turned him on, but to someone else. Belinda. Her own sister. For a moment, Elaine had the strangest feeling that the family was really freaking out. But then she was thinking of David again, getting hornier by the second. Instead of stripping her purple panties, Belinda's purple panties, and putting a finger up her hole, she dressed and went out.
It was a pleasant evening, just getting dark. Elaine wandered the half dozen blocks to the drugstore to see if she could find a good paperback. She didn't feel like studying, and she was tired of sitting in her room thinking. It was completely by accident that she saw Belinda wave and step from the corner ahead of her. Her Uncle Cal pulled up to the curb just long enough for Belinda to slide in next to him. They were gone in a flash, his big car's exhaust kicking up refuse in the gutter. Following a perverse hunch, Elaine started walking. She headed out Main where all the motels were. It was ridiculous to think that her sister was actually having an affair with Uncle Cal, but so many strange things had been happening lately ... She'd gone ten blocks when she saw Cal's car parked across the street from the Wagon Wheel Inn. She went by, glancing closely to make sure she hadn't made a mistake. It was Cal's car alright, there were only a few that fancy in all of Richfield.
She had gone by for the third time when she happened to look into the small coffee shop nearby. She spotted Uncle Cal in a booth alone. He looked nervous as hell. He kept glancing at his watch and looking across the street at the Wagon Wheel Inn.
Elaine was about to return home but couldn't quite bring herself to do it. She had to know what was going on. Obviously, Cal hadn't taken Belinda out to screw her. But what had happened to Belinda? And what was Cal doing at this hour in the coffee shop? It was past dinner time and he was a married man.
She got her nerve up and pushed through the glass doors.
"Hi Cal," she said, slipping into the opposite seat, "what are you doing here?" She'd made her voice as innocent of intrigue as possible. Cal looked terribly ill-at-ease but managed to come up with something after a moment or so.
"Felt like getting out of the house." He gave her a thin smile and looked at his watch again. This time he was careful not to look in the direction of the Wagon Wheel. Elaine fluttered her lashes. She had herself made up to the hilt from being with Tommy that afternoon. And instead of shorts, she was wearing a fetching little dress of red that her body fit into like it had been born to the material. She leaned forward so that Cal might see the white cleavage of her tits. He did.
"You gonna buy me a coke?"
"Sure." He called the waitress over. Elaine could tell that he wished she hadn't seen him and come in. She found herself enjoying his nervousness. He was a good-looking man, well-preserved by his profession. He was more muscular than a lot of young men who took pains to show off their biceps. It was funny how she'd never paid much attention to Uncle Cal. For the very reason that he was her uncle. Her coke came and she sipped it slowly.
"Seen Belinda?" she said, fishing for some reaction. She got it too. Cal almost knocked over his coffee. He swallowed nervously and looked at the Wagon Wheel Inn, realizing immediately that he'd blown it. Elaine was grinning at him, glancing that way too.
"Come on Uncle Cal, what's your secret?"
"Elaine ..." He looked at his hands. They were shaking. "I couldn't tell you in a million years."
"I know you picked Belinda up," she said, pushing ahead, "and now you're sitting here alone." Elaine looked directly across the street at the two story building that was the Wagon Wheel Inn. When she looked back at Cal he dropped his eyes. "She's over there, isn't she? My sister is in one of those rooms!"
Cal nodded. "Yeah."
"I don't get it. If you two have something going..."
"I told you it would be impossible to explain."
"If you don't give me some kind of story, I'm going to do some detective work of my own. Which way would you rather I. .."
"Okay, okay," Cal said, waving his hands. "But it isn't pretty." He shoved the coffee away. "I'll need something stronger than this if I'm going to let you in on all this."
"There's a bar at the Wagon Wheel," Elaine said brightly. Cal thought a second, shrugged.
"Sure, why not? I probably won't be around this town long anyway. Might as well do it up red." He got up after Elaine. She turned in time to see that he had noticed her legs. After all these years, he'd noticed. They crossed the street together, heading for the bar at one end of the big motel.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Belinda had let herself into room number twenty-one, she'd had to stand there for a moment in order to keep from falling over something.
"Don't bother with the light," a voice said, "I've got the bulbs unscrewed anyway."
She came forward slowly until her knee bumped the edge of a mattress. Whoever had spoken sounded slightly familiar. But he'd muffled his voice in something to keep from being recognized. No, maybe she didn't recognize it after all. She was terribly jumpy. A hand took hers and she pulled back. The second time she let him keep holding it.
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want," the voice said gruffly. But it wasn't really the voice of a gruff-sounding person. Someone younger than that, Belinda thought. She blinked, trying to see. But there was only a dim shape. Whoever it was had made sure that very little light seeped through the drapes. Only the intermittent glimmer from a neon sign across the street gave any illumination at all and that wasn't enough to see much.
She was scared. Sure, she told herself, it was natural. But Uncle Cal was right across the street. He'd even watched the room she'd gone into. Cal had said that he was going to watch when she came out so he'd know who the blackmailer was. And if anything happened ... Well, she hoped that Cal could get there in time. But this guy, whoever it was, didn't seem to be the murdering type. By the sound of his breathing, it just sounded like he was horny. She felt a hand slide up the clinging silk dress she had on.
"Lay down," the muffled voice told her. Belinda lay down. Her heart was pounding. She didn't intend to let a total stranger make love to her. Somehow she'd wriggle out of her predicament. But now she was almost certain that the blackmailer was a young kid, If only she and Cal had known that! Cal would've broken in by now, forced the kid up against the wall and demanded the negatives of that awful photo!
"Who are you anyway?" she whispered, squinting at the blurred shape in the room. She could just make out the pillow as she was pushed down. The slender form that squirmed against her was hot. Her hands immediately told her that her abductor was not wearing a stitch. He was slender and hairless except around his balls and cock. She could feel the kinky curls rubbing her knee as he slid upwards. He hadn't tried to undress her yet.
Maybe he wasn't going to take the time. But he'd be surprised in a second. She'd worn a tight panty girdle to slow the bastard down. "God damn ..."
"You don't think you're going to just get it free, do you?" She held her breath. She wasn't so afraid as before. If the guy had been big and burly and mean-sounding, she might have peeled the thing for him without hesitation. But this blackmailer just didn't sound that bad. "You have something I... we ... want," she stammered. "How do I know you're going to keep your promise?"
"You brought the money too?"
"It's in my girdle." She waited, heard the steady thump of her heart in her ears. The blackmailer got up from the bed and then came back. He pushed an envelope into her hand.
"That's the photo and the negative ..."
She had heard something so familiar. For an instant she felt as if she knew this petty crook better than she'd first imagined. But she couldn't quite put her finger on his identity.
"Now," he said, hooking fingers on the top of her girdle. He'd pushed her dress up around her bare breasts. She struggled, trying to keep from having her girdle peeled down. But the skinny youngster was stronger than she first thought.
"How do I know the picture is ..." Her girdle was slipping, slipping.
"It's there," he panted, getting it away from her pubes, "I'm not lying ..."
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped as he pushed a finger into her slit. She hadn't wanted it to be so easy for him, but this kid knew where her weak spot was. He worked around in the squishy slickness between her folds. Belinda hadn't guessed she was so lubricated. It must've been the squirming around the kid was doing. She tried to push him away but he had her girdle all the way off now. She managed to roll off the bed but he tackled her from behind and pushed her face down on the mattress, knees dangling against the rug. She felt her silk dress being lifted to expose her ass cheeks. "Noooo!"
"Damn you," her blackmailer grunted, pinning her hands down beside her head. Then there was something rigid sliding under her slit. The angle was wrong for him to get it in and though the hot head rubbed her clit, Belinda kept her bottom tucked under. That was when she heard the other voice. There were two people in the room with her. And one of them was Maura Colson, Belinda's most feared enemy! Maura's rough, dykey voice was unmistakable. She was saying something to the young boy who held her down, handing him something. And then Belinda felt something slick squirt against her ass hole.
"That's it," Maura rasped. The boy pushed the head of his cock against the quivering taut place on Belinda's body and lunged. She gave a scream and bucked like a wild mare. But his cock was already halfway inside her guts and he was plunging deeper.
"Ohhh ... nooooo ... ohhh this is awful!" But something else was happening to her in addition to the awfulness. A strange tingle burned through her pussy, even though it was her ass being penetrated. Belinda squirmed helplessly under the urgent strokes. His cock went deeper and there was a wet sound from the slick lotion that had been squirted to make the union easier. Maura was almost laughing with glee.
"Maura...!" Belinda gasped, "I know it's you!"
"You bitch!" Maura snapped back. She sounded like she wished it was her doing the fucking. At least Belinda didn't have to bear that final indignity. Maura was rough and tough but she didn't have a prick! It was the young guy on her back who had the prick. And it was slender and long as it swelled inside her.
Belinda didn't like to acknowledge it, but the position of her body on the bed, the rub of the stiff cock in her ass was having a devastating effect on her libido. She was actually getting excited. Especially when the boy held her arms down hard on the bed and bit at the nape of her neck. She whimpered weakly, moving her bottom around as if trying to escape. But the movements also made the cockshaft tight in her ass, sent shuddering waves of pleasure across her blossomed mound. The hot juice began to trickle down the inside of one thigh.
"Do it to her, do it to her good!" Maura screeched, jumping around the room. Belinda knew what her enemy's first plan had been. To have this guy knock her up. But she couldn't imagine Maura out by the lake with a camera taking pictures of people making out. She had the feeling that the two of them were in on it together. And then it hit her who the slender young male on her back actually was. The only kid she knew who was a camera freak.
'Tommy! Tommy it's you, isn't it?"
"Uhhhh..." He wiggled furiously, his balls unloading. She jerked, excited by his excitement but more sure than ever that her guess had been correct. But even before her cousin's trembling body had slumped weakly onto her back, Maura jumped down to grab her wrists. She wrapped them with clothesline. In the dim-lit room, Belinda could smell the girl's rank sweat. She smelled like a jock.
"What are you going to do with me?" Belinda whined, really getting scared now.
"We're gonna do what we came here for." Maura shoved at Tommy. "Go wash that thing and get back in here. She'll suck it for you until it's hard enough to stick it up her pussy. Then Belinda is gonna get pumped full of baby-makings."
"Noooo!"
Maura hit her across the buttocks... hard. Belinda sobbed into the bed as she heard Tommy washing up in the bathroom. Maura paced back and forth muttering to herself.
* * *
Elaine was so horny she could scream. But instead of screaming, she had another rum toddy and slipped her hand down her uncle's thigh. He responded with a disbelieving look. The poor bastard really looked spaced. And she still hadn't wormed anything out of him about why Belinda was up there in that motel room. Elaine guessed that it was probably an arranged tryst between the two of them and Cal had chickened out at the last minute and let Belinda go to the room alone. But there was something about that explanation that didn't quite work. It bothered Elaine. But not as bad as the itch between her thighs. The past few days she'd found her personality changing. Now the most important thing in her life was getting laid. And the nearest male happened to be her uncle. So what? She was getting pretty ripped on the rum anyhow.
"Uncle Cal?" she breathed, surprised at her own boldness. Her hand closed around the lump in his pants. She longed to work his zipper and search out the real thing! "Uncle Cal, I'm feeling cuddly."
"God, Elaine, this whole business is about to drive me crazy ..." He knocked down his double shot of bourbon and waved at the waiter for another. So far he was pretending he didn't know anything about her hand or what she meant to do with it. Elaine was tickled by his coyness. She found the tab of his zipper and eased it down. Cal blinked twice as her fingers snaked inside. That was all. Just two blinks. She tittered, stretched down the elastic waist of his underwear.
"Elaine ... God ... !" This time he closed his eyes to the count of five. The barmaid brought his drink, glanced quickly at Elaine. In the darkened back booth, nobody knew what was going on anyway. When Cal paid the girl with a twenty, Elaine tightened her fingers just behind his cockhead. He gave a grunt of pleasure and quickly sipped his bourbon. Elaine pulled his shaft free of his shorts and began to stroke it slowly. The skin slid back from the crown and then eased over it again. The spongy bulb was covered with slickness but Elaine thought she needed more. She glanced at the booth next to them and saw that the last diners had left a pat of butter. She let go of her uncle's cock long enough to fetch it. When she reached a hand under the table again, he hadn't tucked his prick in his pants. Elaine doubted that it would fit now! She giggled at Cal's eagerness for her to continue.
"I think Belinda is a little young for you anyway," Elaine breathed, smearing the pat of butter against his feverish cock. It melted quickly and she spread it around evenly.
"I... I guess I'd have to agree," Cal stammered, pushing his hand through his gray-flecked hair. But that's not why I'm here . . . ohh hell, it's too much to go into."
"Especially right now, huh?" Elaine teased, working her clasping fingers up and down the butter-slick shaft of her uncle's prick. He licked his lips and picked up his bourbon glass. His hand was trembling.
"What does a girl have to do to show you she wants you?"
"Uhhhhh . . . God Elaine, I guess you're showing me right now."
"No, anyone could do this. I really want you to know how turned on I am. I've been half crazy lately. Your son .. ." She stopped, bit her Up. Cal looked at her.
"Tommy? Have you and Tommy been ..."
"Let's just say that he tempted me," she added quickly. Her hand moved faster to make him forget her little sUp. The look on Cal's face said he was forgetting fast.
"Jesus Elaine ... if you ... uhnnn ... keep ... ohhhh . . . doing that... you're gonna ... ubnnnn!"
"How close, darling?" she breathed, slowing her jacking movements, teasing the tip of his cock with her forefinger.
"Damn close ..."
"Wipe out my empty glass," Elaine said, her voice trembling with excitement. It had just occurred to her what she wanted to do. The mere thought made her pussy seep juice into her panty-crotch. And she was sure her little display would have a fantastic effect on her uncle. He wiped out her glass with a napkin and handed it to her.
"Close?" she whispered, running her fingers up and down his rigid cockshaft. Cal's eyes closed halfway and his mouth hung open.
"Jesus... you're gonna get it all in a second ... !" He grasped his glass of bourbon so hard that his knuckles went white. Elaine took the clean glass and held it under the table. She made sure that the tip of her uncle's cock pointed into it. Then she began a rapid milking movement with her fingers, squeezing, sliding, jacking the blood-packed prick. Cal bit his Up.
"Honey ... Elaine ... !"
"Go ahead Uncle Cal," she urged, petting his enraged glans, feeUng the heat and the slick melted butter and the surging pulse that came from deep in her uncle's groin. Then he shuddered and she felt the barb of flesh expand even more. The tiny orifice seemed to enlarge as a driblet of thick fluid formed there. Elaine held the glass close, nursing the steel-hard cock as she leaned close enough to kiss her uncle's slack mouth.
A burst of hot seed sprayed noisily into the glass. Then another. She jacked him with a steady, squeezing rhythm now, feeling the curds drip by her knuckle. It was hard to keep his prick at the right angle to the glass but she was managing it. She hadn't spilled but a drop or two. As the spurts continued to hit the glass, she could hear that there was more than a tablespoon of the stuff now. She could feel the heat from the bottom of the glass too. Elaine swallowed hard, her heart throbbing with excitement. She had to do it before she lost her nerve.
"God . .. ohhhh ... ahhhhh . .. Elaine baby," Cal moaned, kissing her mouth hard. She could feel his cock still surging, but now it wasn't jetting the seed anymore. It was just dribbling it in hot strings. She wiped the lip of the glass and put it on the table. Cal stared at it as if he was in some kind of weird dream. Elaine felt the same way and it was a ball!
"I made me a little cocktail," she giggled, liking her choice of words. Then she picked the glass up and held the contents up to the light. The milky stuff had an almost fluorescent brightness as the light flashed through it. It was thick and stuck to the sides of the glass as she tilted it towards her lips. Cal watched with obvious excitement as she let the strings drip onto her tongue. She emptied the glass quickly, wolfing down the sticky stuff. Then she poured a little beer in the bottom to pick up what was left. She drank that too.
"God damn!"
"That's how I want you," she said, pushing his buttery cock back into his pants. "When you're able again," she giggled.
Uncle Cal was still staring at her. Then slowly, he began to smile.
"God, you're something else, Elaine. You make me want to give up teaching and run away with the petty cash."
"That wouldn't do," Elaine frowned. "I like Betty. And you are married to her. But maybe since we live in the same town and all, we
"You're damn right, we could!" He kissed her on the lips. She found a napkin and wiped the butter and cum from her fingers. The taste of the stuff was still in her mouth and she licked her lips to savor it. Her uncle downed his third bourbon and wiped his mouth. "God damn, I almost forgot about Belinda!" Elaine shot him a hard look.
"I thought I'd straightened you out on who the girl in your life should be?" she snapped.
"But... you don't understand. See, we're ... I'm ... being blackmailed ..." He stopped, shook his head. "It's too complicated. But I'd better get up there."
Elaine's head spun as she followed her Uncle from the bar and up the stairs to the second tier of rooms. Blackmail? Her Uncle Cal was being blackmailed and it involved Belinda in some way ... but how? She hurried to keep up. Cal was staggering drunkenly towards the room where Belinda was. He grabbed the knob and started yelling and pounding. Elaine stumbled up to hear her sister screaming from inside. That was when Cal stepped back and hit the door with his shoulder. The second time, the lock went and he tumbled headlong inside. Elaine stepped around the edge of the doorway and flipped the lights on.
"Ohhh god, thank god! Ohhh help me Uncle Cal!"
Belinda was being held down by Maura Colson while Tommy tried to put his cock in her cunt. The sheets were twisted around her neck and ankles and the room was in a mess. Cal jumped forward and grabbed his son around the neck. The skinny youngster's eyes were wide like he expected to have his throat cut at any second ... or worse.
"You little sonofabitch!" Cal muttered.
"The pictures are right over there!" Belinda gasped, getting weakly to her feet and holding the sheet before her nakedness. Maura was edging towards the door. Elaine saw the stocky girl lurch towards her and tried to grab her around the neck. But Maura hit her like a Mack truck and she staggered back. Cal waved a hand at her.
"Let her go, she knows that I've got her number now. I've got the pictures too!" He looked at his trembling son. "That is the only negative and print in that envelope, isn't it son?"
"Yes Dad. I... I'm sorry ... I needed some money to buy a motorcycle with and ..."
"When I get through with you, you'll be lucky if you can straddle a motorcycle."
By now Elaine was really getting curious as to what was in this mystery envelope on the rug. She picked it up and flicked the snapshot out. She 'gulped hard and shoved it in again. Belinda was watching her, blushing.
"You're the only one who knows besides Maura and Tommy and they won't be spreading any stories now," Belinda said. "Promise us that you won't either, Elaine."
Elaine went over to Cal and handed him the snapshot. "Of course I wouldn't say anything. What kind of person do you think I am?"
"I'm taking this little bastard home," Cal snarled, throwing Tommy's jeans at him. The boy dressed quickly and hurried ahead of his father like a whipped puppy. Belinda was sitting on the bed, sobbing quietly.
"You'd better get out of here before the motel people suspect that something has happened," Elaine said, feeling suddenly very sisterly towards Belinda. She picked up her clothes and helped her up from the bed.
"I've got to get a shower first," Belinda said, shaking her head. "It's that Maura . . . the way she touched me. I feel just dirty all over."
"Yeah, she's really weird," Elaine agreed. Someone was knocking at the door. David pushed into the room, his face flushed from running.
"Sis, you alright?" He gasped, grabbing Belinda by the shoulders. She gave him a smile and nodded. "I didn't know you were gone from the house until an hour ago. I've been looking everywhere. I was just driving by when I saw Uncle Cal with Tommy coming across the street. He told me you were up here. What gives?"
"Nothing . . . I've got to get a shower."
Elaine left them together, amused that David had hardly acknowledged her presence at all. She wasn't so bothered by all that now. She had another man on her mind. And she wasn't going to let him off the hook either. She was going to have Uncle Cal's sweet cock sliding in and out of her pussy before the week was out!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ahhh . . . more soap ... right there ... Ummmmm!" Belinda closed her eyes as David pushed soapy fingers up and down the crack of her ass. She was getting all the lotion cleaned away, all those touches from Maura. She felt better already, having her brother's hot cock brushing her thigh every time she moved. She turned with the bar of soap, rolled it a few times in her hands and then gave it back to David.
"Sis . .. god, I'm glad you're alright. It's hard to believe that a chick could really hate you like that."
Belinda picked up his balls and spread the suds around. Then she lathered the shaft of his cock and began to play with it. It was really the first time she'd had the opportunity to take her time. They were alone, they had the room to themselves.
David had even fixed the door good enough so that it would lock again. It was the perfect time to really get to know David's body. She realized that though they were family, she'd always stayed safely away from him. It was fun to let her fingers search at his slippery, tumid parts.
"How you can be so hard and yet soft too ... in a way ..." She pressed a nail into the head of his cock. He winced slightly but she could tell he liked the sensation. She let her other hand cup under his heavy, egg-shaped balls. They slipped around in their sac when she fingered them and David liked that too.
He pulled her against his chest. Their bodies were slick with soap and her brown nipples skittered against him in an excruciatingly sexy way. She gasped and kissed his neck. His fingers spread to cup each of her plump ass cheeks. The touch made her tremble. She jacked her fingers up and down his cockshaft, the lather plopping into the tub between his legs.
"That's how it would sound if you were coming," she giggled, letting more soap fall.
"When are you going to tell me what really happened between you and Maura?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said, kissing his lips to shut him up.
"Yeah, but when I got here, you just had that blanket wrapped around you and everybody was in an uproar. Uncle Cal looked like he wanted to strangle Tommy." David gave her a suspicious look. "What did he have to do with it?"
"Who, Tommy or Uncle Cal?"
"Shit," David snorted, "I don't even know enough about it to ask any questions."
"It's better that way. I'll tell you some day." "When?"
"Don't be so impatient," she scolded, giving his rigid cock a playful yank. "You've got me, don't you?"
"Jesus, I do, don't I?" He kissed her passionately, feeling her curvy body as his tongue played just inside her mouth. He looked at her breathlessly, holding her shoulders, loving her breasts with his eyes. "Oh Belinda, you're not afraid or anything?"
"Heck no, not after all that's happened ..." She put a hand to her mouth and laughed. "Oh David, I want to forget about the hassles up to now. I want to be with you and enjoy this moment. We'd never be able to get a motel room on our own."
"Next weekend we could drive upstate and stop someplace where we'd be sure no one would recognize us ..."
"Yeah ... maybe." She let her fingers tighten around his prick. "But now is now. Let's do it right."
"Which means?"
"That my period started today. It's not enough to mess things up, just a little red spot on my panties. But you know what that means." She bit her lip with excitement and snuggled her breasts against him.
"That means we can fuck all night and not worry about making babies!" He let his hands stray into her slit. She winced at the sudden friction against her clit.
"We will have to go home before too late," she whispered, breathing hard as her clit rose to meet his fingertip. She tucked her bottom back, arching herself away from him to tease. David growled and sunk his teeth into her shoulder. His fingers slipped up her narrow back, caressed her tits for a moment and then framed her face. They kissed slowly at first, the fires coming to a more intense heat as their tongues mingled. Then her brother was plunging his fingers deep into her brown hair, pumping his hips. His cock thumped her soft belly, the tip gliding along her flesh in a froth of soap.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, hugging him. "I want that thing so deep inside me! I didn't get nearly enough last time!"
David adjusted the spray so it was against his back. Then he washed the soap from his cock and balls and patted it dry. "It would be squeaky if we got any water up you," he smiled. Belinda blushed at the matter-of-fact way he was going about it. But of course he was perfectly right. She certainly didn't want to feel it squeaking inside her. She wanted that lovely cock to slip and slide in her gushing juices. She wanted to melt around its fever. She wanted . . .
"Uhhhnnnn!" she gasped as David unexpectedly pressed the darkened knob between her outer lips.
"Feel good?".
"Ohhhh god ... good isn't the word for it!"
"Tell me how it does feel then?"
"It feels like something ... a mushroom ... but a very taut, slippery mushroom . .." Her fingers touched the soft edges of her bloomed pussy, brushed the barbed cockhead of her brother.
"That's because you're flooding so much lubrication," he murmured, kissing the side of her face.
"Let me put it in!" she whimpered, rubbing her moistened fingertips back along the shaft. The shower spray wasn't interfering with their union now and yet it warmed them. She licked drops of water from her brother's shoulder as she humped her pubes forward to get the angle right. David bent his knees slightly and pressed under and up.
"The last time... we had to hurry so much ... I'd forgotten how hot you are!"
"Oh, you're hot too!" she sighed, rubbing the bulbous tip back and forth in her swelling cleft. The juices were crackling around it as the feverish surface became thickly smeared with the musky stuff. And the rubbing against her soft petals was having an effect upon her brother. He had his eyes closed, his fingers clenched against her back.
"Oh Belinda ... all these years ... us going along like always . .. growing up together ..."
"And now we're starting a whole new thing," she snickered, easing the swollen head of his cock toward her hole. It went into the soft depression with a bump and she closed her pussy muscles as if to shut it out. But David lunged upwards, forcing her pussy to dilate. Belinda drooled as the streamlined hardness entered her. Her inner petals were pulled in around the force of David's upward thrust. There was a slick sound of juices being squeezed out too and she let her head fall against his chest as he steadied her jerking ass with both hands and fucked deeper. She lifted herself on tiptoes, feeling the added tension of her leg muscles bringing pure pleasure pouring through her senses.
"Jesus ... god ... ohhhhh honey ... honey," she whined, unable to keep her body still.
"Now tell me ... tell me how it feels!"
"You seem bigger than last time. Maybe it's our position. But you can actually hold me up some ... Ohhh shit, it's so big! Soooo hard!" She licked her lips and tried to get her breath. "It's pushing things out of the way ... even my juice is leaking out." She glanced at the red specks spreading out in the water that spattered down around their feet. "Looks like I'm bleeding a little too ... my period, I guess."
"That makes it even better."
"You don't mind ... fucking a bloody pussy?"
"Are you kidding, Belinda? I always thought it would turn me on." He put a finger down between them to where her blood seeped out a little at a time. Then he looked at the red smear on his finger. It was quickly diluted by the shower spray and trickled off between her tits. He kissed the place where the redness had disappeared and then searched across her cleavage for a nipple. With a urgent cry, she pushed one tit up to him, fingered the nipple so that it would enlarge for him to suck.
"Ohh baby ... my sweet sis!" He nibbled the turgid thick stalk before sucking it deep.
"Yaaaahhhh," she groaned, arching her back sharply, her belly taut against her brother's body as he tongued and bit at the sensitive finger of flesh. And as he worked at it, suckled it like a hungry animal, her other tit seemed to need the same thing.
"Ohhhhh, do both ... do both of them!" she cried, digging her nails into the small of his back as she pulled him close. He fucked his hips and entered her pussy another inch. She rocked her hips to let herself glide down on that feverish rod of meat. She felt the fullness, the stiffness and felt her own softness yield.
"Mmmmmnnnuuh ... Ohhhh David!"
He was sucking the other breast now, biting, rubbing it with his chin as he struggled to catch the slippery orb. The nipple was suddenly covered by the heat of his saliva and again Belinda quivered as he nursed.
She put her hands down between them to feel how much she'd taken ... how much cock had speared her belly. There was an inch to go and she could hardly wait to have it. She rocked her hips furiously, pumping and plunging as she kept her fingers there at her inner folds where she'd been so thoroughly penetrated.
"There ..."
"It's going in all the way, Belinda!"
"Yes ... it's going ... there ... a little more ... Ohhh shit! A little more darlingg... don't hurt... me ... Uhhnnn!"
"I can get it deeper ... I can ... don't wiggle so much!"
"Can't help it... Uhnnn Ohhh ... Jesus Christ, it's going to stick right up into my throat in a second ..."
"Baby ... God ... it's getting tight at the end!"
"That's my womb ... Ohhhhh yesss ... I can feel you now ... really deep!" She held to him frantically, her ass dancing around the shaft that held her happy prisoner to her brother's desires.
His desires had become her desires. Or vice versa-as if it mattered.
But that desire had become so hot so fast that Belinda wished they'd gone slower. She didn't want to come ... not just yet! She wanted to play some more, to have that lovely hard thing rub and stab at her hot, dripping insides.
"You're fucking too hard, darling!" she cooed, kissing his ear.
"Can't help it, Belinda ... your body . .. your cunt!"
"Darling ... slower ... please ... we want to make it last!"
"I don't care ... I want to do it all night!"
"Will you be able to?" Belinda cupped his balls, let her finger press upwards.
By the quivering way he responded, by the pounding pulse she felt from his prostate, she knew that he was only a few seconds away from spilling his cream into her pussy. She groaned and hooked her fingers over his shoulders. Then she climbed up his body, pulling her steaming pussy off the tip of his cock. He groaned with surprise as she threw back the shower curtain and thumped across the tiles and out the door.
"Jessssus," he cried, coming after her. Belinda giggled as he tackled her waist and the two of them rolled onto one of the beds. He was struggling, cursing, laughing as he tried to divide her legs. She kicked at him merrily, though her heart was pounding with hungry excitement just like his.
"Let me have it," he begged. "Let me have your pussy."
"Say please!" she ordered, looking serious.
"Oh please, please, please," he moaned, kissing her belly, trying to wriggle his body between her thighs. She held them closed until his tongue dipped into the beginning of her slit. Then the heat overcame her. The subtle, licking friction made a babbling fool of her. Her little game dissolved as David forced her thighs apart and pushed her knees back against her breasts. Her pussy opened with a wet, ready sound. She could see him looking into it, almost drooling! She knew that it was like some exotic flower now, wet and hungry for more cock. The second time he slid that lovely tiling inside her would be even better. And it was.
As the head brushed her inner petals again, Belinda jerked and quivered and plunged her ass for him to hurry.
"Darling . . . fuck me ... fuck me like I've never been fucked!"
"Belinda. . . Yessss!!!" He thrust and went to the hilt as a flood of juice and blood spattered onto the insides of her thighs. She locked her ankles behind his back and worked her ass up and down furiously. She was suddenly delirious with want. She writhed like a serpent, swatching his tumid cocktip with her feather-soft insides. The bed thumped as their bodies tangled and untangled ... as they loved like they'd never loved before. She knew she was scratching blood from her brother's back and didn't care. He didn't either.
"Belinda... I'm gonna cum all over the place . .."
"No you're not. .. you're gonna come inside me!" She clung to his shoulders as their bellies pressed sweatily together. Now she was really being hugged! Belinda had never realized what a young, passionate male could be like. Her brother was really burning up and he was taking her with him.
Her pussy was being ravaged by his sliding, spearing cock. Her folds pulled in and pressed out, tightening and clasping around the hot meat like their parts had become one animal.
"Unnnnnn," her brother groaned. "Ahhhhhhh ... Wowwwwwwhhhhuuuuh!"
A jerk went through him and then he was shuddering, almost crying as he stabbed his cock as deep as he could get it. She felt something hot flooding out inside her and then Belinda was taken up, up into a sky that burst with bright light and ecstasy. Her mound tingled and itched like it could never be scratched enough. She ground herself against her brother's body, moaning, crying.
The cum dribbled from her hole now as David continued to fuck. She pressed a finger against the underside of his shaft and felt the thick spurts being forced through that little tube ... forced up and out of his cocktip. Once the head slipped out and as she struggled to push it back into her pussy, a flood of slippery curds puddled in her palm. With a smack, the exploding thing went in again and she was working her ass around in circles to milk out everything he had to give her.
"It's so good," he murmured, kissing her neck.
"It's better than better . .. it's wonderful.. . it's paradise." She found his mouth with her lips and they teased for a moment before she spoke again. "And it's sure great that mom and dad don't know!" Belinda giggled and the two of them hugged as their bodies relaxed in the trembling afterglow of love.
CHAPTER NINE
It blew Elaine's mind how neatly everything was covered up the week following the showdown at the Wagon Wheel Motel. Nobody suspected a thing. Only she saw the humor in the appearance of her uncle that Sunday at the local church. Elaine never went herself, but a friend had said that Cal wanted to start teaching a Sunday School class. A few people were mildly surprised. Cal never went to church either. Elaine knew that his conscience was probably eating a hole in his guts. But instead of pushing him, she let another week of breathing space go by before making her move. And by that time she was about to come unglued.
With her semester examinations out of the way, she could take time to complete the image change she'd begun after Tommy had forced himself on her that fateful day. She made a quick trip to the city for some appropriate undies and things. She ended up spending over a hundred dollars, but it was worth every penny when she looked at herself in the mirror back home.
Her favorite piece was a little pink pajama top, all lace and silk. It split up each side almost to her armpits and in front was held together by a pink ribbon. Through the sheer material Cal would just be able to make out the shape of her small firm breasts. To this ensemble, she added a little pair of panties that were even skimpier than the ones Belinda liked to sport. No, these couldn't really be called panties at all. A tiny V of silk and some string. That was all there was to them, the first time she put them on and looked at her reflection, she watched the dry silk become dark with her juices as her excitement ran away like a hot mare. It didn't take anything to move the little crotch-band slightly to one side and finger-fuck herself thoroughly as she stood there before the mirror, juice dripping down her leg.
With Cal present though, she wouldn't have to resort to such measures. And when he saw her, she knew she'd have him. Her hair was perfect now; she let it hang down long over her shoulders. She'd learned to get along without her glasses when necessary and had taken to making up her eyes just enough to accentuate their natural beauty. Her long legs and flat belly seemed to go perfectly with the rest of her-slim, graceful arms, and small tits. Those tits she'd used to hate so much were assets now. She knew they were perfectly shaped and the kind that men longed to get their mouths around. That was the nice thing about them. They'd fit inside a man's mouth-one at a time of course.
The night she'd planned finally came. She got a room in the Wagon Wheel, the same room where the whole thing had come tumbling down a scant month before. Then she telephoned Cal at home on Friday evening and whispered something mysterious into the receiver, including where he could find her. She wasn't even sure he'd recognized her voice. But she was almost certain he'd come. That room number had probably sent a cold shiver down' his back. He'd know that whoever had called knew about everything. He'd come just to make sure that no new cats were about to be let out of the bag. Elaine had been one hundred percent correct. At seven-thirty she saw her Uncle's car pull up in a side street next to the motel. He looked both directions before hurrying across the street and upstairs to her room. She threw a pink bathrobe around her shoulder and buttoned it. He'd get to see the real show a little later on.
"Come in, Cal," she breathed, suddenly nervous now that zero hour had really arrived.
"I thought it must be you," he said, closing the door behind him. "I wasn't going to come but..." He looked around the room, looked closely at her pink bathrobe where it hung open wide enough to show off one long bare leg. She opened it a little more.
"I thought we had some unfinished business."
"I... I can't stay." He rubbed a hand across his face. He was staring at her toenails. Elaine had. painted them a dark, blood red. Cal seemed to go for that. She made a movement that let him see her fingernails too. She knew that she was a knockout all painted up like that. No longer the plain jane, she had become some kind of hungry wonder woman.
"Why don't you sit down, relax." She moved towards him slightly but Cal backed into the wall, eyes scared.
"I can't stay .. . really, Elaine. This is ridiculous. If you think I can keep on with this chance-taking .. ." His hands were shaking.
"Oh calm down, Betty isn't going to find out." She went to the dresser where she'd arranged two glasses, ice and a bottle. "You look like you need a drink." Cal was opening and closing his eyes. He looked cute scared. She poured some scotch over an ice cube and smiled at him. "For god's sake, relax. I'm not going to rape you!"
"I sure could use a drink," he said, coming forward a few steps. Elaine felt that he was weakening. And this new power she had, the power of seduction, made her feel gloriously alive. She was actually seducing a man. A grown man with a wife and family. She was going to take him one step at a time and before the evening was over, his hard cock would be throbbing inside her body and he'd be saying all sorts of wonderful and ridiculous things to her. She didn't even have to hurry. She handed Cal the glass and watched him take a greedy gulp and then another. His face flushed and he looked somewhat calmer. She let her robe come undone in front. Now when he looked, he'd glimpse just a hint of what she'd prepared for him.
He looked and quickly finished his drink. Elaine took it from his fingers and made him another, this time twice as strong. When she came back across the room, her robe drifted open and Cal got a real good look at the teensy little sleeper top that hung off her breasts. The satin ribbon seemed almost to beg to be untied. But even with the lovely shortie gown tied together, her belly button winked at him.
"My nipples really feel funny in this thing," she said. "They tingle. I guess it's because the silk rubs them when I move ..."
"I'll finish this drink and then go," Cal said, sipping rapidly. Elaine drifted over to where he sat and put her hand on the nape of his neck. As she talked, she massaged him gently.
"Sure, I understand. Married man and all. I guess us single girls just have to miss out on all the good stuff." She let him feel her nails a little, rubbing, smoothing, petting. He took a deep breath, held it for a long time. Her navel was even with his face. She let the robe fall from her shoulders and puddle around her feet. Now he could see the skimpy little panty-like things that barely covered her pussy. She could smell the musky scent she was giving off. It was a clean, but feminine smell. The aroma of a cunt in heat. She didn't think that Cal would be able to resist in another sixty seconds. He was staring at the slitted opening of her sleeper top, staring at her belly. She scratched it casually with one long, red nail. Then as he watched, she let the same finger slip down under her pubes. She heard him suck in another breath as she eased the crotch-band aside and delved an inch into the seeping folds of her pussy. She moved the finger around, her petals making dainty little sucking sounds as they curled around it. Then she pulled it out again and carefully replaced the cortchpiece over her slit.
"You look like you need to take it easy, relax in good company ..." She lifted the juice-glossed finger up, up ... Cal watched it closely as it came towards him. Gently she dragged it across his closed lips. He moaned and his tongue flicked out to lap up her aromatic moisture. She let the finger tease there until at last he sucked it greedily between his teeth and went about sucking it clean of her juice. The ice cubes in his glass were tinkling as he trembled.
"Do you like what you smell and taste?" she whispered. Stealthily her fingers undid the first button of his shirt, then the second. She untucked it from his pants as he sat there drooling over her other hand. Then she ran her nails down his chest, touching his small male nipples and his navel. Cal stood up. His empty glass thumped to the floor, ice spraying across the carpet.
"I've got to go home ..."
"Easy big fella," she giggled, knowing already that she had won. "You know you're not going out that door. Not yet, anyway." He looked helplessly at her, eyes falling to where her breasts poked out the shortie top. He reached up with a trembling hand and pulled the pink ribbon. -It made a silky sound and came loose. The skimpy garment opened enough to expose one breast and part of another. Cal swayed where he stood. Then he gave a groan of defeat and cupped the exposed breast gently, his mouth drooling hot spit on it as he bent to caress her.
"Mmmmmm ..." Elaine sighed, digging her nails into his neck. "Now that's more like it." He slobbered hungrily, breath hot against her skin. She smiled as he got on his knees in front of her, kissing her belly now, licking deep into her navel. She had his shirt off now and was undoing his belt with her long toes. He was panting like a teenager, lapping at the flesh that was dented in by the panty-string surrounding her hips. She pushed down on his shoulders and Cal did just what she wanted him to do ... he sat back on his haunches with his mouth up to receive her pussy. She straddled his face carefully and groaned with pleasure as his tongue raped the little band of silk to one side and plunged ravenously along her dripping slit. The sound of his passionate licking was lovely. She worked her hips back and forth, opening her folds to him, making sure he didn't miss a single spot with his dancing tongue-tip.
"Ohhhhhh Cal... I knew you could do it better than anyone else in the world. That's why I called you ... that's why ... that's why!" And Cal could do it! His licking was driving her right up the wall. His touches were wet and hot and just hard enough to titillate her without hurting. When she started moaning too much, he lightened his fluttery movements and danced across the glossy pearl of her clit. The excitement was so excruciating that for a moment she almost lost control of her bladder.
"You lovely man," she rasped, grabbing his head, "Betty is the luckiest wife in the world."
"Elaine," he growled, "God how I want you! Ever since that night you drank my cum out of that glass ..."
"Well why didn't you do something about it?" she teased, looking down at his juice-smeared face.
"Cause I'm a damned fool," he laughed, obviously feeling the two drinks she'd fixed for him. She dropped to her knees before him and kissed his glossy, slick face. Their tongues touched teasingly and she played with him for a while before letting him spear her mouth deeply. She sucked him, licked him, thinking what it would be like to do that to his prick. The more she thought about it, the more Elaine wanted to have the real thing sliding along her tongue.
"Sit on the bed, please," she said, winking suggestively. Cal got up and did what she wanted. She got his shoes and socks off and jerked down his pants. When she pulled his shorts down, she gasped at the beautiful chunk of meat that bobbed up. She'd only just felt it under the table in the bar that night. Cal's cum had tasted surprisingly good, though maybe a touch bitter. Sometime she wanted to try it again.
"You're really big. It scares me a little to look at it!" she said, her voice trembling. And it did scare her. She knew she could take Tommy's slender cock and her brother's somewhat larger one. But this .. . this was a real chunk of meat!
"How long are you?" she asked, feeling shy now that she could see her lover's nakedness.
"Just over seven and a half inches," Cal said. He sounded modest about the thing anyway, Elaine thought. Over seven inches! And it was thick too. Like the shank of a policeman's billy. She nuzzled between his thighs and put her fingers on the foreskin. As she eased it back, the blue, slick head rose like a scepter. She was panting like crazy. She wet her lips, pursed them and pushed them down over the dome. Then she just pushed the foreskin right back until the engorged barb was resting on her tongue. It pulsed and felt very hot. She sucked it gently, then more rapidly. Cal grunted and moved his hips slightly. She troughed her tongue and began to pump it back and forth along the bumpy underside. Cal started to come untied.
"Baby," he sighed, "unless you want a quick mouthful of jizz, you'd better lighten up on that kind of stuff... Ohhhh shit!" Gingerly, Elaine moved her lips off his tip.
"Mmm, I'd like to drink it again, honey, but I'd rather have it squirted inside my pussy!" These words seemed to have a fantastic effect upon her uncle. He stood and pulled her up against him. The silky sleeper top fell from her shoulders and puddled on the carpet behind her. Cal feasted on her breasts, growling and nipping the tender flesh until she had to cry out.
"You, lovely bitch ... . I'm crazy about you. I'll have to have you all the time.. . like some drug. . ."
"Yesss! Yessss!" she groaned, wincing from the sharp cut of his teeth. But even seeing the red splotches where his lips had been didn't scare her. She was being swept up in his sudden fever. She clutched to him, hurting him with her nails to show that she liked what he was doing.
Then she was on the bed, thighs spread. He fell across her body, his cock pressing in the softness of her belly. It felt even bigger than before. Again she experienced a little fear. But she wanted that throbbing horn of cockmeat shoved between her pussylips! Wanted it enough to scream! And she did, red nails clawing at his balls.
"You're a wildcat," he laughed. "And all these years I've thought you were just some overgrown quiz kid ..." His mouth smothered hers. He was moving his cock down her belly, down into the blond tangle of her pussy curls. She felt it slide along her clit and then the outer lips closed around it. He nestled it against the circled muscles of her hole and pressed slightly forward.
Panicked suddenly, Elaine felt with her fingers. That thing had gotten so big she couldn't believe it. Just knowing that he was about to push it into her body had caused it to swell, she guessed. The head had to be two inches across. Cal shoved again and her mushy heat opened slightly.
"Ohhh Jesus Christ! Ohhh shit... I can't believe it! It's huge ... It's hot... Ohhh God ... Nuuh ... Yaahhhh ... woooo!" Her hips danced and frolicked as little by little her uncle moved his cock forward into her steamy hole. She opened to receive him, felt the tightness, the way her pussy was stretching to fit around him. And it felt wonderful!
"Elaine ... it's wonderful... you're so smooth inside ... so virginal!"
"You're only about the fourth guy I've ever had," she whimpered. "Uhnnnnn ... Yuuhhsss!"
"You won't be the same after this ..."
"I'm glad ... I want to fit you perfectly!"
"You always will! Ohhh baby... baby!" he groaned lunging with his hips. There was a squishy sound between her thighs as his big shaft pushed deeper. She wiggled like a snake to get it in. It was a tight fit for somebody with a build like hers, but she was going to make it! And what a glorious fuck her uncle was!
"Who's better, me or Belinda?"
"I'd be a fool to give you the wrong answer, wouldn't I?" he laughed.
"Aw come on ... I'll be broadminded about it, Uncle Cal... tell me the truth."
"Belinda is yet a child." He worked his cock in to the hilt and held her as she shuddered from the pleasure that was flooding her senses. "You, Elaine, are a woman."
"Even though my pussy is a little too tight for you?"
"That has nothing to do with it," he said, moving his hips in a gentle rocking rhythm. She felt her tightness loosen as more juice flooded out to help. She began to roll her ass on the bed, lifting her knees up as she did it. In that position, his knobby tip went even deeper. She felt it touching a tense, tight knot deep inside.
"I can feel your womb," he said, face bathed with pleasure. "You lovely, lovely cunt!"
"Ohhhh Uncle Cal, isn't fucking fun?"
"With you it is!" He feasted tenderly at her right breast.
"If you were real still, would I be able to make you come?" she whispered. "Of course."
"Let me try ... will you?" Cal's look told her it was fine with him. She began to roll her bottom slowly, pulling her pussy off of him, then pushing it back. Cal held himself up on his knees and elbows so that her movements would have the effect she wanted. But Elaine found that moving herself made her that much more excited. She groaned and flopped her head on the pillow ... the shaft of her uncle's cock seemed to hang there in the air as she rode back and forth on it, her clasping pussy swathing it with steamy juice.
She came first, biting her Up so that Cal wouldn't know. She wanted to make him come too and was afraid her own pleasure might distract him. But he smiled knowingly when she gave a little cry and her pussy tightened.
"You lovely little animal," he gasped, prick hardening inside her. "I know you're coming ... and I'm right behind you!" He clutched her ass with frenzied hands and held his engorged glans just outside her pussy. As the first dribble of semen leaked down the crack of her ass, she plunged it to the hilt. Then they were at each other in a fury of tangled arms and legs.
Elaine felt like she was going into orbit as the spasms of exotic pleasure shot through her, over and over. And it excited her aU the more to feel her uncle's big cock spurting seed. As he came, he whipped it to a froth with his prick.
It was a good five minutes before Cal started to pull his prick from her insides. She clutched his ass and shook her head.
"Nooo ... leave it in!"
"You won't have any trouble will you?"
"You mean with all that stringy stuff inside my womb?" She giggled. "What if I told you I wanted to have your baby?" Her uncle's face whitened some, but he grinned like the good sport he was. "I'd be flattered."
"Don't worry, silly." She kissed the bridge of his nose. "I don't want a baby any more than you do right now. I've got too much fun to have with you first, right?"
"Right," he said, holding her close. And Elaine knew that she didn't even mind now if Belinda kept David all for her own. Because now she'd found someone better.
