Emmy woke up late at night, wondering who was in bed with her. A leg was pressed against hers. She turned her head and stared at the silent figure next to her. The blanket was pulled up to the neck, and a man's head could be seen dimly in the dark. The hair was curly, like Uncle Frank's.
Uncle Frank!
Emmy remembered her mother saying that Uncle Frank would be coming soon for a visit, but nobody seemed sure just when. Her favorite uncle! But why was he sleeping with her?
Of course! Tim has company tonight!
Tim, Emmy's brother, had invited one of his school friends to spend the night. The bunk beds would be occupied, and they were each too narrow for more than one person. Emmy slept on a big double bed that had been handed down to her when her parents bought twins.
Her heart began to beat fast. She wondered if Uncle Frank wore pajamas, like she did. Casually, she let her hand creep down to the leg that pressed against her. Her fingers brushed a hairy, muscular thigh.
Emmy gave a little gasp and took her hand away from his leg. She lay on her back for a long time, wide awake and thinking.
Somehow, the idea that Uncle Frank was in bed with her seemed very exciting. She wasn't quite sure why. He'd doubled up with her twice before and all she could remember doing was falling soundly asleep. Of course, it had been over a year since she'd seen him. She had turned thirteen now, and in the privacy of her room at night she had found herself getting very interested in the way she could make herself feel when she rubbed her fingers between her thighs.
Emmy ran her hand there now the same hand she had just touched her uncle with. The lips of her virgin vagina were hairless, but a fine down had started just above. By rubbing both at once she had discovered recently the delightful tingle her hands gave her. Sometimes, when she pressed the pocket of flesh at the top of her slit, it actually became tense and throbbed deliriously. It was a private game she thought was known only to herself. None of the girls at school mentioned it. They only talked about boys and the things between their legs that they always wanted to poke into girls. It sounded pretty dumb, in Emmy's opinion.
Her thoughts began to dwell on boys then. She had seen her brother naked only once, when she walked into his bedroom without knocking, two years before. He was her age then, and he had been very angry with her. She never made the same mistake again.
Her friends said that the ugly thing that hung down on a boy got as hard as a rock when he wanted to "fuck". And on grown men, they got big and long and thick.
Emmy began to run one of her fingers up and down the tight cleft of her vagina, slowly. The young flesh quivered and sent a warm feeling through her crotch. She had never been especially curious about what her girlfriends called "cock" before now. They sounded like ugly, disgusting things. But she couldn't help wondering, at the moment, if Uncle Frank had a long, thick one. He was as old as her parents, almost. In his thirties. An old man, in Emmy's opinion, although a very handsome one. She remembered him taking her to the beach on his last visit, and how he looked in a bathing suit-so tall and muscular and tan. Hair on his chest and legs-
She was stilt anxious to know what he was wearing in bed. He must at least have underwear on. Her father wore what he called "jockey shorts." She had seen him in them. Except for a slit down the front they weren't much different from women's cotton panties. It shouldn't be too difficult to find out if this was what Uncle Frank was wearing. Her heart was beating even faster, for some strange reason, and she almost giggled. What she was about to do seemed like a wonderful adventure suddenly!
Emmy released her young pussy and let her fingers trail back to the big, hairy thigh. Uncle Frank seemed to be sleeping soundly and there was no reaction from him. She rested her hand against his leg for several minutes before she worked up the courage to let it trail up the thigh any farther. Slowly, slowly, her fingers brushed over hair and skin and muscle, getting closer to the place where her question would be answered.
The first thing that met her touch, when she reached his crotch, was a big bulge. It must have been the things that her daddy showed, she decided. Two fat, egg-shaped growths. One of her girlfriends had referred to them as "balls". When they were squeezed together inside underwear or bathing trunks they made a big lump that Emmy had found funny sometimes. She was glad she didn't have anything like that sticking out from her own crotch. She wondered how men kept from banging these things against everything touched.
Uncle Frank took a deep, loud breath and rolled onto his side, shoving his underwear-clad equipment more firmly against Emmy's hand. His thighs separated and pinned her fingers tightly. Although he still seemed to be sound asleep, Emmy almost panicked! She didn't know how to get her hand back out without waking him!
He definitely had on jockey shorts, she realized. The cotton material where her fingers rested just covered the sac of balls. The fat nuts were in her palm, cupped there.
Then something else happened that was both exciting and terrifying!
Uncle Frank's arm slid down, and his hand moved over to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. His big, rough fingers began to work themselves under and down, just the same as her own hand had done minutes before. He was going to rub her the same way she rubbed herself!
Emmy suspected that he was doing this in his sleep, probably unaware of his movements. The whole situation had become impossible! How could she remove his hand and her own without waking him and causing a lot of embarrassment? She'd die of shame if he suddenly opened his eyes and realized what the two of them were doing!
His fingers began to softly rub up and down the silky stubble of brown pubic hair, barely visible except in bright light. They were working closer and closer to her naked little pussy lips. Emmy began to tremble. She couldn't help it. Fear or excitement, whichever it was, took command of her body and she was powerless to stop the shaking.
Emmy had been sexually shy for Although she was popular at school, girlfriends found her a drag. She seldom talked about boys or love. They accused her of being a prude-"stuck up," they'd say behind her back and sometimes to her face. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Emmy simply found the subject embarrassing. Now, in her bed, she was being led into a situation that she had no preparation for. She had never even kissed a boy.
Uncle Frank's fingers rubbed down through the stubble of pubic hair and into the cleft of her vagina. The naked lips jumped and tensed. Emmy had trouble keeping from crying out, Her hand was still locked between his thighs, pressed tightly into his balls. Suddenly, the thighs parted. Before she had a chance to take her hand away, his came down over it and she found herself touching something besides his balls. It was long and thick, apparently, the way she'd heard them described. It also throbbed when her fingers were rubbed up against it.
"Play with it, sugar," Uncle Frank whispered.
While he continued to rub her pussy lips with one hand, he guided her fingers with the other. Emmy was speechless. He was acknowledging the fact now that they were both awake. She couldn't pretend any longer that he was playing with her in his sleep.
"Go ahead, sugar," he whispered again, "play with it. You like your uncle's body, don't you? You were touching it before-"
Emmy felt close to tears of humiliation. But another feeling crept in on her. Fire was beginning to flood her crotch. His fingers were igniting her flesh like burning candles. He was going over all the areas that she herself played with when she was alone at night, but he was doing other things that were even better feeling, like pinching the little pocket of flesh at the top, making it stiffen and yearn for more stimulation.
She squeezed the big, sausage-like cock, mainly because he'd asked her to and she was always obedient with adults. Her fingers trembled. Her whole body hadn't stopped shaking.
"Owww, that's good, sugar," Uncle Frank said. "You make me feel good and I'll make you feel good, all right?"
Emmy still couldn't speak. She choked back a lump in her throat and squeezed the cock again. Then she felt one of his fingers begin to push up into her pee hole. It shoved hard, going past the first knuckle.
"Oh, don't!" she cried, finding her voice for the first time. "It hurts!"
"Sorry sugar," Uncle Frank said, pulling the finger back out. He put his head very close to hers. "You mean you never had anything up there before?"
"Nuh-no," she stammered.
Both his hands reached out and began to pull down her pajama bottoms.
"What-what are you doing, Uncle Frank?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I just thought I'd kiss it and make it well, sugar," he said. His body slid down as he removed her pajamas and he moved in on his stomach, between her legs.
Emmy didn't know what to do! Her first instinct was to cry out, but if she'd had to explain to her parents, who would surely wake up, she'd die of shame!
"No-n-please!" she whispered loudly.
He paid no attention to her protest. His face moved up between her thighs. She could barely see it in the darkened room, the handsome moustache, the curly hair. He pried her legs farther apart.
"Uncle Frank! Don't! What are you?-ahhh!"
His tongue shot out and began to lick her virgin pussy lips, running wetly up and down. The sensation he caused was like an electric shock. The fire his hand had started was beginning to flame up, out of control. She lay, shaking, while he licked the delicate flesh of her virgin cunt for several minutes. After a while she found herself pushing her crotch against his mouth, wondering why she wished he'd lick her harder. Then he started taking off his shorts.
Her eyes were better adjusted to the dark now, and she could see him quite clearly. His skin under the shorts was whiter, contrasting with his suntan. A big black patch of hair ran across his lower belly and down, where it framed what looked like a white club to Emmy. It was poking straight out, a darker-colored knob at the end.
Despite the shock of seeing a man's erect penis for the first time, Emmy was aware that the sight held a powerful fascination for her. She felt the urge to touch it again, even though she continued to protest.
"Oh, Uncle Frank! We shouldn't do this! It isn't right!"
"Shhh!" he whispered. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing, sugar. As long as we can make each other feel good, what's wrong? If you love somebody, you want to make them feel good, don't you?"
"Well-I-I guess so-" Emmy replied, haltingly.
"Good. Then why don't you do something for me right now?"
"Wh-what?"
"I'll turn around and while I kiss you down here, you can kiss and lick my-my 'thing'. You'll like it, sugar. It'll taste real good, you'll see."
He didn't give her a chance to reply. He quickly swung around and placed them in a sixty-nine position.
"Squeeze the bag under it once in a while, and hold my 'thing' around the bottom, then kiss and lick all over it and try to put the end of it in your mouth. Don't bite it, though. Just suck on it and show me how much you like it."
Emmy wondered why he didn't call it a 'cock' like her girlfriends did. She decided it must not be a nice word. She held his big club around the base, like he'd asked her to do, and grabbed the now-familiar nuts in her other hand. They felt even more exciting with no cotton shorts covering them. They were covered with very soft skin with a brushing of hair all over.
His beard stubble scratched the insides of her tender thighs when he pushed his face back to her crotch. Even the little scratching sensations turned her skin to fire! A heat was churning in her groin that she had never felt before. She had caused warm little feelings sometimes, but until this moment she hadn't really experienced deep sexual desire. She felt that she was opening up below, yawning like a hungry mouth, begging for something to go inside and fill it up. But she didn't know what she was yearning for.
Uncle Frank's tongue began to probe as deeply into her hole as his finger had done. Emmy gasped! She wrapped her legs around his head and started pulling his face in deeper, hoping she could encourage more of his tongue up inside.
His cock continued to stare her in the eye. She was inches from it and she noticed that it had a little hole in the end. A drop of liquid was oozing out, like it was crying. Emmy thought it was really quite beautiful, when you took a good look. She was aware of his clean, masculine aromas. He smelled like daddy did when she sat on his lap sometimes. She had an urge to taste the flesh of the thick white column.
Her uncle groaned when he felt her lips begin to loss his cock up and down each side. Her mouth had even nuzzled his balls and her tongue had flicked out and given them a quick lick. Now she was working her way up the back, straight up to the head. He groaned again when he felt her mouth begin to close over it!
Emmy was curious to see what the little drop of clear fluid tasted like. She licked it from the small hole and ran the sticky stuff across her lips, licking and tasting. There was no taste at all that she could make out, but she liked it just the same. She began to work the fat knob all the way into her mouth. Lightning tore through her body at her first taste of cock. She made little moaning sounds and her crotch began to grind against her uncle's face.
It didn't take Frank long to realize that his niece was in heat. Her young cunt was on fire! It was like licking a steam iron. He figured he had his tongue almost up to her barrier. The tight little hole was beginning to clutch it.
Frank had never felt so turned on. For a couple of years, since he first noticed that Emmy was developing quite fast for her age, he'd begun to think of her in sexual terms. In fact, he'd thought of little else. He always visited as often as he could, and always during months when he could suggest trips to the beach or local swimming pool. He'd often had to disguise his erections by placing his hands over his crotch when he'd finished looking at her body in her little bikini. The perfect little pears of her young breasts. At eleven, even, they'd begun to be prominent. Her cute little turned-up nose and large green eyes. The brown hair with just a trace of red in it. The lovely slim legs, tapering perfectly and promising full, womanly curves in a few years. The skin so white and flawless it was a shame to see it tan.
Heat was hitting his face. Her crotch was grinding against him so hard his lips were cutting into his teeth. He was getting hotter than hell too. She was sucking the head of his cock expertly, trying occasionally to get part of the shaft down also. At the same time she massaged his nuts like a pro! He couldn't believe his good luck when his brother told him Tim had company for the night, but there was plenty of room in Emmy's bed.
Suddenly, he felt his balls tightening and he realized he was going to cum. He quickly pulled his mouth from her crotch and grabbed his cock.
"Hold it, sugar," he whispered. "Before you learn about swallowing cum, there's something else your old uncle wants to teach you!"
Emmy was gasping for breath. She had forced so much of the cock into her throat that she'd started to strangle and tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her uncle's mouth had done something to her that she didn't understand. She was frightened by the things she felt. Frightened that something awful might happen to her body. She knew she was building up to a giant something, and she was afraid she'd die from it. But she'd have killed him at the moment if he didn't put his mouth back down on her!
"Please! Please, Uncle Frank! DONT STOP!"
He almost laughed when he saw her churning her thighs and lifting her crotch up to his face.
"This is gonna hurt right at first, sugar," he said, "but I promise you that if you're brave you'll end up getting something even better than my mouth. And you'll be able to take it any time you want it after that."
He was already getting onto his knees and pushing a pillow under her hips, Before she could speak he had pushed her thighs up and back until her knees were pressing her shoulders.
"No! NO!" Emmy cried out in alarm. She saw him aiming the thick club at her pussy, pressing the slick head into the wet lips he'd just sucked so hungrily. It pressed against the bald little petals and began parting them.
"SHHH!" he whispered, putting one hand over her mouth and guiding his cock with the other. "DONT MAKE ANY NOISE!" His whisper was almost a shout. "IT WONT HURT THAT BAD, SUGAR, YOU'LL SEE!"
He gave a shove and muffled her strangled scream with his hand. His cock pressed in past the head, pulling the hole brutally tight. This was going to be a tough one, he decided. He'd probably have to hurt her quite a bit before he got in. But Frank hadn't been fucking girls Emmy's age for nothing. He knew a live one when he found one, and Emmy had one of the hottest virgin cunts he'd ever run into. He felt like the luckiest man on earth when he gave the shove that tore her hymen down.
Emmy screamed again, but his hand stayed firmly clamped over her mouth. Her body jerked violently and she tired to pull away from the invading pole, but Frank shoved again and several more inches tore up inside, breaking into tunnel of a virgin cavern. He was touching things and she was feeling them for the first time. It was always a moment that made him so hot he had to hold back from shooting. He held still until he could control his itching nuts and shoved again. He felt more skin giving way and her teeth were biting his fingers, almost breaking the skin.
Emmy felt like she was being impaled on a broom handle. She could only think of one thing, besides the pain and her fear, and that was why anybody on earth ever wanted to do this. Her pussy was stuffed unmercifully, and still he kept pushing in, working more inside. She knew he'd kill her. She began to sob.
Frank's face came down and he nuzzled her neck with his lips.
"That's a good girl, sugar," he said in a soft voice. "You just put up with the worst of it. I'm almost all the way inside. You took it like a pro, It'll stop hurting in a minute, you'll see. Let that old heat get started again. Get that pussy hot while I fuck you. You'll see how it works. Then you'll get as much pleasure out of it as I do."
His words began to calm her down. He was reassuring her that what he'd done was something natural. But her fears stayed with her, even while he began to pump in and out, a few inches at a time. It was true that the pain was going away, and she was intelligent enough to realize that probably most of that pain was in her fear. But her belly still convulsed and she couldn't stop sobbing.
It was the tightest fuck Frank had ever had. His niece's cunt was grabbing him like a tight fist. It was making him sweat to get the action going, but after a while he was able to slam in and out as hard as he wanted to. Emmy was making soft little moaning sobs, but he took his hand from her mouth and she didn't try to cry out. That fucking brother of his would probably kill him if he walked in right now. He began fucking harder, and the bed made a little squeak but not loud enough to cause any attention, he decided.
Emmy felt like a telephone pole was inside her, but her tunnel began to relax and let him have his way. She found that when she relaxed the heat began to return, just like he'd suggested. She was building slowly again, but the consuming fire was still not there.
"That's right, sugar," Frank said, "now you're starting to fuck! Now that old heat's back, isn't it? What did I tell you?"
"Yes!" Emmy Whispered. It was true. The heat was going all through her groin again. The big cock was filling the mouth that had yawned hungrily minutes before. This must be what it wanted! This was what it was yearning and begging for! She began to grind her pelvis, wanting to stretch her hole even more.
"Owwww, shit, sugar, that's GOOD! THAT'S RIGHT! Squeeze my cock with your little pussy! OWWWW, SHIT, how'd you learn to do that?"
"Ahhh, FUCK ME!" Emmy sighed, shocking him. She grabbed his thighs and dug her short nails into them. He reached under her pajamas top and squeezed her pear-shaped breasts. He noticed the nipples were hard as stone. He hadn't been wrong about her, he was sure of that. His cock began to slam in brutally, making the bed squeak louder.
Emmy's mouth suddenly flew open. Something besides heat had begun to build up. It was as terrifying as it was wonderful. It was like the rumblings of a volcano, a pressure building up to an explosion. She knew it would probably kill her, but she wanted it to happen desperately!
Frank's nuts tightened again. His niece had begun to fuck back, and she was building him to a climax before he wanted one. He tried slowing down, then stopping, but it didn't work. His cum was churning and getting ready to geyser up.
"AGGGH! AGGGH! SHIT!" he gasped. "I-I'm GONNA SHOOT!" Emmy wasn't listening to Ms words. The explosion was going to happen soon, she knew. The pressure was coming up over her like a giant wave.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! FUCK ME! YES! Fuck me HARDER! AGGGH!" she moaned over and over.
"Oh, SHIT!" Frank cried. He grabbed the cheeks of her nubile round little ass and started hammering her savagely.
"AHHHHHH!" Emmy almost screamed. The wave had crashed. Her body was being thrown around in mad circles. She began to buck her pelvis against him like a wild woman.
"GAAAGH!" he moaned when he felt his cum shooting up and out, splashing the torn walls of her first-fucked cunt. He kept shooting until it oozed back out of the tight channel.
When her convulsions and moans stopped and he had jetted out the last of his sperm he sank down on top of her and kissed her lips.
"You DID it, sugar," he whispered hoarsely. "You gave your uncle your cherry, You let him fuck you good! Did you like it?"
Emmy felt him run his hand through her hair. His cock was still inside -her, and at the moment it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world.
"Yes. Yes, I liked it, Uncle Frank," she said.
Just then a loud knock came at the bedroom door.
"Frank?" Emmy's father said, outside.
"Yeah?" Frank quickly pulled off her and covered them.
"Thought I heard Emmy crying. Is she all right?"
"Yeah. She's fine, Art. In fact, she's terrific!"
"Okay. See you in the morning." He walked away.
Frank almost burst out laughing at the little joke he'd just made on his brother. The brother he hated.
She's a damn good lay, I mean. That's what I should have said, you stuck-up bastard!
Chapter Two
Frank didn't go back to sleep for a long time. Emmy had collapsed from exhaustion, and he realized that her shattered virginity had taken a physical toll. He cradled her in his arm and she slept soundly while he thought ...
... Thought about Emmy's mother, just his age but a few years younger than his brother, whom she'd married. Married even though she and Frank had been very deeply in love.
"There just wouldn't be any future with you, Frank," she had said that night, sitting in his car, watching the lake that his parking spot overlooked. "You're a drifter, and I can't live that way."
"I could settle down, Marge," he'd said. "I could always take up computer programming or something like that. It's just that I can't stand office management, and that's all I've been trained for."
"I can't take the chance that you'll settle down for my sake, Frank. You're a person who has to live life his own way."
He couldn't argue with her, although he had indeed gotten into a well-paying trade in the years following. By this time Marge had married his brother art-he knew she didn't really love him. But Art was an executive for a glass company already, and going no place but up. And Art never missed an opportunity to flaunt in Frank's face the fact that he'd gotten Marge after all.
Frank's thoughts returned to that night, the night before Marge and Art got married ...
... Marge looked so lovely sitting next to him in the car seat. Her hair was flame-red, and the moonlight picked up the highlights. He noticed the way her blouse was pressed tightly against her full, high breasts, showing the nipples. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. It was summertime, and she had on white shorts which showed her perfect legs, pale and golden. Her hips and ass were firm but full, the way Emmy's would be some day. He had a sudden urge to kiss the insides of her thighs. He ran his hand over and caressed her.
"No, Frank," she said, pushing his hand away. "Not tonight. It's after midnight. It's already my wedding day. It isn't fair to Art."
"Fuck Art!" Frank had snapped. "He got you, didn't he? For life? What am I asking for-just one more time together. Shit, Marge, it isn't like we never-"
"Oh, be quiet! You promised not to talk about those things tonight! You promised when I said I'd come here with you."
Frank grabbed her roughly and pulled her to him. His mouth crushed down on hers and she tried to push away. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
"Listen!" he said, almost snarling. "I can knock you out, but I don't think you want a black eye when you march down the aisle, do you?"
"What-what are you talking about?" she frightened.
"I'm going to fuck you, that's what! You can either LET me do it, or I can rape you. You should be familiar with those two choices. They're the only ones a woman has."
"You BASTARD!" she screamed. "You could be gentleman enough to take no for an answer!"
"Bullshit!" he snarled. "I stopped being a gentleman the night you told me you were marrying Art!"
He grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled. It flew apart, several buttons flying off. He knew she was scared. She'd never seen him like this before. Her eyes were wide, filling with tears.
"You want to take those shorts off?" he asked, "Or do you want them ripped off?"
She crouched back, staring at him for several moments. Then she reached for the zipper on the side of the shorts and began to lower it. At the same time he unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his trousers and underwear. She was in her bikini panties then.
"Take those off, too!" he snapped.
Marge began to sob, but she did what he said. She couldn't believe that this man, whom she'd loved and given herself to many times, was making this demand on her and threatening her with physical harm if she didn't put out. When the panties were off he shoved her straight down on her back and crawled over her. He presented his cock to her mouth.
"Suck it and get it wet," he said.
"You know I don't like to do that!" she sobbed.
"SUCK IT!" His voice was loud and angry. "You'll taste every fucking inch of me before you marry my brother! You'll find out every goddamned thing you're missing!"
They were in a very deserted area, not known to many people. She knew it would be useless to scream or cause a big fuss. He was almost threatening her if she didn't come across with what he wanted. She opened her mouth and let the head of his cock go in. It was a strange taste to her, but not unpleasant. In a moment she was sucking it to the back of her throat and letting it sink down and in.
Frank groaned. He swung around, on top of her, with his knees on either side of her head. Then he began to pump in and out of her throat.
"That's right, bitch!" he hissed. "Think about doing this every time Art hauls you into bed. Think about eating my dick and how good it tasted!"
He shoved his face down, pulling her thighs apart at the same time, and buried his mouth in her thick growth of pubic hair. Marge had a hairier crotch than most women he'd known. Thick mats of it ran down either side of the vagina, all the way to the crack of her ass. He separated the pussy lips with his thumbs and began to lick the pink flesh inside, stabbing his tongue into her hole every few laps.
Despite the fact that he was forcing her, he noticed that she began to suck his cock harder. Marge had a hot cunt, and no amount of indignation, he knew, would keep her from steaming up once his tongue began to send messages through her pussy to her brain. He'd find out years later that Emmy would take after her mother.
He sank his tongue as deeply into her hole as he could go and noticed that her thighs had begun to tremble slightly. Her belly tensed and she couldn't pretend any longer that she wasn't excited. The inside of her hole was already getting moist. He lapped the tastes and juices, feeling the flesh grow hot against his tongue.
"UNNNNNNGH" Marge mumbled, with his cock burying itself in her throat. She reached up and grabbed his buttocks, trying to direct the fucking motions.
Frank shot his mouth to her clit. The flesh was getting erect. He sucked at the little nubbin of flesh until he had her squirming. He pulled the erect skin between his teeth and bit into it gently. Suddenly, she pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"OH, GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, FUCK ME! PUT IT IN ME!" she cried, digging her nails into his buttocks.
"OH, GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, FUCK ME! PUT IT IN ME!" she cried, digging her nails into his buttocks.
Frank swung back around and positioned his crotch over hers. She pulled back her thighs and made a saddle to him to ride on. He lined up the head of his dick and pressed it between the hairy pussy lips.
"How much do you want my cock?" he asked her, holding himself just outside the gates, teasing her.
"I want it!" she cried, lifting her pelvis up and trying to force the slab of meat into her hole. "I NEED IT! NOW!"
"I shouldn't give it to you, you bitch! You don't deserve it! You could have had it for the rest of your life!"
Marge was almost in tears. She was frightened now that he would leave her high and dry.
"Please," she said, almost begging. "OH, PLEASE!"
Frank gave one brutal thrust and slammed up to the hilt in her hot tunnel. She grunted, the breath knocked out of her.
"Is that the way you want it? Hard and fast, the way old Frank likes to give it?"
"YES!" she cried, panting for breath. "FUCK ME NOW! SHOVE IT IN AND OUT!"
He held her legs back and began fucking in hard Her body rocked back and forth on the upholstery of the car seat. He noticed the way her breasts swung up and down. Her face was moving back and forth and her long red hair was fanning out around it.
"I'll fuck you so hard you'll be too sore for it on your wedding night!" he spat.
His words didn't offend her. She had forgotten all anger for him at the moment. All she wanted was to feel his cock up inside her womb, banging the walls, making her pussy melt with the heat!
"Go ahead, then!" she moaned. "Tear me up if you want to! You couldn't fuck me too hard! Not the way I need it now!"
"Fucking horny SLUT!" he said, but there was no anger in his voice. He was amused and excited, actually, that he had this kind of hold on her sexually. He decided he'd find many ways in the future to make her pay for jilting him. And for his own brother, at that!
Marge was moaning out little words that made no sense to him. He could feel her cunt getting hotter and hotter. The walls were slippery with her flowing juices and they grabbed and clutched his cock constantly, as though they wanted to be sure he was still there.
"FUUUH!-EEEOOOWWW!-AGGGH!" she moaned. "Harder!"
He slammed into her so hard his pelvis slapped loudly against her buttocks. He knew how roughly she liked to be used when she was turned on. No woman had ever allowed him to slam her like he had learned to do with Marge.
Tears of passion were forming in her eyes now. They usually signaled that she was building to an orgasm. Her mouth had drawn back into a tight line. Her teeth were almost bared like an animal's. Frank looked down and saw that she was sweating. Beads of perspiration rolled into the valley between her tits, reflected by the moonlight which poured through the windshield.
"Who's cock is better-his or mine?" Frank asked.
"Yuh-yuh-yours!" she panted.
"Then why are you marrying him, goddamn you!" he shouted.
"AGGGHHH-!" she moaned. "IT'S COMING! EEEOOOWWW!"
Frank fucked faster, knocking into her saddle like it was a punching bag. His load was starting to get ready for its upward spout. His balls were tightened and his asshole was clenched shut, He could feel her pussy explode all around him. When Marge came, she came hard. He'd often had to pull her nails away from his back, for fear she'd rip it to shreds. She would attack his buttocks then, and he'd have to pull her hands off those, too. This time she was holding her breasts, rubbing the nipples around in her fingers and pinching them.
"UNNNNNNGH!" Frank grunted.
His load was ready to blast. Quickly, he pulled out of her still-clutching cunt and crawled up over her face.
"OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" he snapped loudly.
Marge's eyes flew open and stared at him, startled.
"OPEN IT, I SAID!" Frank shouted as the first splash of cum landed on Marge's chin. She opened her mouth and he aimed the next jet of cream directly in. Then the fat head of his cock was shoved into her mouth and he let loose a torrent of juice.
"SWALLOW IT!" he ordered.
Her throat muscles began to work up and down while she tried to swallow the cum as fast as he shot it out. It wasn't easy. He was flooding her and she began to choke. Thick cream ran out the sides of her mouth and down her chin and cheeks. She grabbed him around the base of his pole and under his nuts. After a moment the cock began to soften and she found it easier to take it down and swallow the last little spurts that came from the tip. Then she let it come slowly out of her mouth, sucking off any remaining drops.
Frank stared down at her, marveling in the way she had eaten him.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked.
Marge brushed tears from her eyes. They had sprung there when she choked.
"Yes," she answered. "Why try to deny it? I liked it. I had another cum while I was swallowing your load."
He crawled off her and began to get back into his trousers and underwear. She was finished before he was.
"I'll have to sneak in," she giggled. "My blouse is torn! Damn you, you fucking beast!"
Frank laughed. Suddenly, she clutched his arm.
"Why couldn't we-you know-why couldn't we still see each other after I'm married? We could arrange things occasionally if we thought clearly about it. A weekend once in a while-"
He brushed her hand from his arm.
"Maybe we will and maybe we won't," he said, a little bitterly. "I'll keep you waiting for it, lady. I promise you that. You'll be like a mad dog when you finally DO get it!"
She became angry.
"You really think you're something, don't you?" she said. "Well, maybe it takes more to make me froth at the mouth than you think!"
He laughed, and drove her home.
The whole evening had come back to Frank's memory with vivid clarity. He had fucked Marge over the years, but he took special delight in postponing the meetings when he knew she was extra horny and frustrated. She had hinted more than once that Art left something lacking in bed.
The more he thought about the situation, the more angry he became. Here was Marge, wanting his cock because her husband couldn't satisfy her. She belonged to him as much as she ever did. But she had given herself to another man for life.
Frank cursed under his breath!
Marge's rejection of him had started him on his path of seducing young girls. Somehow, women his own age didn't appeal to him-except for Marge.
The first little girl he fucked screamed and hollered, but she ended up responding and having an orgasm. It encouraged Frank to make contracts with others. He was amazed, finally, to realize the number of virgins who are aching to have their cherries busted. He'd had his share of them, and they were all still his friends.
He looked at Emmy, sleeping next to him, and a thought entered his mind. He got off the bed, tiptoed to a desk across the room, and turned on the lamp. He found paper and pen and scribbled a note.
I'VE TAKEN EMMY OFF WITH ME. SHE'S HALF MINE, ANYWAY. AFTER ALL, IF WE'D HAD ANY SENSE, MARGE AND I WOULD BE MARRIED ANYWAY. I DONT KNOW WHEN YOU'LL SEE EMMY AGAIN. I THINK SHE'LL LIKE BEING WITH ME, AND I'LL MAKE SURE SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO COME BACK UNTIL SHE'S GOOD AND READY.
He stuck the note under a paperweight, turned on the main bedroom light, and shook Emmy awake.
"What is it, Uncle Frank?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Listen, Emmy, don't make any noise, but I want you to get dressed. Pack a little bag if you want to, but don't bring any clothes. Be very quiet about it."
"Where are we going?" she asked, bewildered.
"I can't tell you, but I can say that it's a little surprise for your parents."
"A surprise?"
"Yes. It'll be fun, but we have to sneak out of here without being heard."
Emmy giggled. Uncle Frank was always so full of surprises. Not the least of which was her shattered virginity. She dressed and put a couple of toilet articles in a small bag. He was ready when she was. On the way out of her bedroom, their shoes in their hands, he smiled. He had purposely left the bed sheets pulled back. He didn't know exactly what they showed of the activity that had gone on, but he suspected there would be several good hints. They could draw their own conclusions.
Marge was giving Art his standard morning blow job. At least she was able to get satisfied this way. Lately, he'd had trouble getting it up for straight fucking. She had learned to use her fingers to good advantage on her pussy. Often they were all she had to fall back on in her times of frustration. Her meetings with Frank just weren't frequent enough. She thought of Frank sleeping now in the next room. If Emmy weren't there, she'd be on the bed with Frank now, straddled over him, his cock inside her.
Art groaned and lifted his pelvis. He was getting ready to cum and he placed his hands on the back of Marge's head.
Marge closed her eyes and pretended it was Frank's cock she was sucking. Actually, Frank and Art were similar in appearance,, although Art was older. She imagined that night in the car, when Frank had forced her to swallow his load. She had loved to suck cocks ever since. Giving Art head was the only satisfactory part of their sex life still left.
Now she felt his cum began to splash into her throat and she swallowed it down expertly. When the cock softened she let it slide slowly out of her mouth.
"Lie here and sleep a little longer, darling," she said. "I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready and you can eat in your robe."
"Thanks, sweetheart," Art said, closing his eyes and dozing.
Marge put on a dressing gown, the nicest one she owned, and left the bedroom. She went to Emmy's door and decided to take a peek inside. Obviously, they were both sleeping and she longed for a sight of Frank in bed. It would remind her of what they would surely plan during his visit.
She opened the door just a crack.
That's strange! she thought. They must be up already! Strange that I didn't hear them!
She opened the door wide and walked into the room. She noticed the stains on the sheet immediately.
The bastard! The fool! she thought. He doesn't know what he's doing!
She decided to change the sheets before there was any chance that Art might see them. Emmy had clean ones in her closet. She yanked the soiled linens off the bed and put them on the floor. Then she went to the closet and got fresh ones off the top shelf.
Marge was trembling. The implications of what Frank had done had wrecked her nerves. She would have to have a long talk with him.
Just as she was leaving the closet to make up the bed she spotted the note on the desk. She could read it without picking it up. The sheets dropped to the floor and Marge sat down on a small chair by the desk.
He can't do this to us! HE'S MAD! He's insane to pull a stunt like this!
She put her head in her. hands and tried to think.
One thing for sure, she thought. I should have told him a long time ago that he was Emmy's father!
Chapter Three
Emmy got more and more confused as they drove along. She had no idea where Uncle Frank was taking her, and they had been driving for hours.
"Why don't you tell me where we're going HOW?" she asked. "And explain what the surprise is about."
Frank knew he'd have to talk to her eventually.
"Well, sugar, I've decided that we should just get away for a while-just the two of us. And after last Bight, and what we did in bed, I think we could have a lot of fun traveling around a little."
Emmy couldn't believe her ears!
"You mean you're taking me on a long trip?"
"That's right, sugar."
"Well, I don't want to go, Uncle Frank! I wanted to spend as much time this summer with my friends as I could. I really don't want to be traveling around for a long time."
Frank was patient and unflustered.
"Well, I don't think you have any choice, sugar. You see, I left your parents a note telling them that I was taking you away somewhere. Since I'll probably get arrested for kidnapping now, I'm gonna make damn sure I get what I want out of the deal before it's over."
Emmy sat in dumfounded silence for a while.
"So this whole trip was the 'surprise' you about?'" she asked.
Frank chuckled. "That's right, Emmy, I guess they were so surprised they shit! Especially when they read the note."
"Oh, poor Mom! Poor Dad!" Emmy wailed. "Why did you want to do something like that? They'll be worried to death about me!"
"Now, now, sugar, don't take on like that. They know you're with me, and they know you'll be perfectly safe. Only just don't go calling them or trying to get away from me or anything like that. If I catch you at it, your trip will be a Sot less fun for you."
Emmy sat in silence. He could hear her sobbing and he glanced over and saw tears streaming down her cheeks. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose pullover sweater. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. She seemed so much a child nobody could possibly suspect what they'd be doing in the various motel and hotel beds they'd be staying in. And she easily passed for his daughter.
"What about clothes?" Emmy asked.
"Well pick up a few things, for dinners and all. But you won't need too many clothes on the land of trip I have planned. You'll be out of them most of the time, anyway."
He chuckled again, and Emmy sat and thought.
Things could be a lot worse, she decided. Uncle Frank must be going through some sort of nervous collapse to have pulled off a stupid trick like this, but at least she hadn't been kidnapped by a stranger. Also, the prospect of being in bed with him some more made her crotch burn with heat. She had thought about what they'd done the night before almost constantly with a combination of excitement and fear. Her pussy didn't seem to be suffering any bad effects from the workout it had gotten, but she would never forget how his cock had felt when it shattered her virginity. And the pain. She wondered if there would be any pain the next time.
She was soon to find out. They ate supper, finally, in a second-rate little restaurant, since neither of them were dressed very well. Emmy was starved and ate more than he did. When they were finished he headed to another second-rate establishment-a motel.
"Why do we have to stay in dumps like this?" Emmy asked. "Mom and Dad always go to really nice places."
"I told you. People are probably on the lookout for us. I don't want to stay where the communications are too good. You should understand that."
Emmy shrugged her shoulders. At least he was honest with her. She behaved herself well while he registered them in, and the man at the office even made little jokes with her.
"You surely have a beautiful daughter," he said to Frank.
"Yeah," Frank replied. "She takes after her mother."
They opened the door of their room and Frank sat his suitcase down on the floor. It wasn't an attractive place, but it was clean and adequate. Emmy was already turning on the TV.
"Black and white!" she said in disgust.
"You'll have to make do," Frank said, removing his jacket, then his shirt. "Why don't we get into bed and rest? You've had a busy day. I guess we've driven over four hundred miles."
Emmy had always liked to travel on long trips, until now. But even under these circumstances, it was exciting to be in a state she'd never seen before, and eating in restaurants and sleeping in motels-And then, there was what Uncle Frank had planned for them to do. She almost laughed when he told her he wanted to go to bed. She could imagine how much "rest" she'd get.
By the time she crossed the room and began removing her pullover sweater he was already stripped. She took a good look at his body, and thought it was even better-looking than she remembered. Last night she hadn't been able to see too much. His cock was getting hard again and it began to stand out from his thighs. The balls looked fat and enormous. She didn't remember that they were so big, even when she had held them and licked them.
He was looking equally hard at her. He hadn't seen her in a good light until now, and he noticed little details about how much she'd filled out since his prior visit to his brother's house. The rump had a little more flare to it. The legs were so good they could have belonged to a fashion model. When her jeans were peeled down over the plump little butt he was almost drooling. He crossed to her and sank to his knees behind her.
"Hmmmmmm, sugar, what an adorable ass you got! "he said.
His face leaned in and began planting kisses all over the pale buttocks. Emmy felt her knees grow weak. The same heat was charging through her loins. He had a way of making it happen each time he touched her.
Frank pushed her forward and she placed her hands on the mattress of the bed for support. His hands parted her asscheeks and she felt his tongue begin to probe between them, looking for the little puckered hole.
"OWWWWWW, Uncle Frank! What are you DOING?" Emmy sighed. "You SHOULDN'T-"
Her words were cut short when his tongue stabbed straight in, parting the sphincter muscle. Emmy's legs turned to butter and she sank down, across the mattress. Frank was straight behind her, still probing her little back hole with his tongue. He continued to lick around and in for several minutes. At the same time he massaged the firm softness of her buttocks. His hands almost trembled with excitement.
When he pulled away he stared for a long time at the perfect little white mounds.
"I'm sorry, sugar," he said finally, "but I just got to see how the back one feels, too!"
"What? What are you TALKING about, Uncle Frank?" Emmy asked.
She heard him spit. She looked around. He had spit in his hand and was rubbing it around the head of his now-hard cock. She wondered why he was doing that.
Frank climbed to a half crouch behind her. Her ass was right over the edge of the mattress, a perfect position for him to plug her. He slid his cock into the crack of her ass and pushed the head up against the hole he'd just made so wet with his mouth.
Emmy still didn't understand what was on his mind. She'd never even heard of the thing he was getting ready to do to her. When she realized where his cock was about to go, she panicked. She suddenly knew what he'd meant when he said "the back one." As excited as his mouth had made her, she couldn't go along with this.
"STOP!" Emmy shouted, trying to pull away from him. He grabbed her around the waist and held her still. Then he began to push the cock against the hole, forcing the sphincter.
"DONT! STOP IT!!!" she wailed again. "YOU'LL KILL MEEEEEE!"
"Relax!" he huffed. Getting into her asshole, he decided, would be as hard on him as it would be on her. He gave a shove and his cock sailed in, past the head. Her hole was stretched to its limit.
"GAAAAAAGH!" Emmy hollered in pain. She saw stars exploding in her head. It felt as though a hot poker were being shoved inside her.
Frank had managed to get several inches inside her back hole, but it was so tight it was cutting off his circulation. He spit into his hand again and wet more of the pole still outside. Then he grabbed her hips and shoved again. Emmy's face buried itself into the mattress and he could hear her muffled screams.
"That's right, sugar," Frank said. "It's almost in there now! Owww, motherfuck! It feels good! AHHHHHH, OWWWWWW-!"
Tears of pain and anger were streaming down Emmy's cheeks. She couldn't believe her uncle was actually doing such a mean and disgusting thing to her. She was sure nobody else had ever been made to do a thing like this.
"UNNNGH!" Frank moaned loudly. He was all the way inside her ass now. He couldn't believe how tight she was! Front and back, she was the tightest fuck he'd ever had. He began to work his fat pole in and out, a few inches at a time. He was stretching and pulling the hole almost inside-out each time. But Emmy had stopped blubbering. And she didn't seem to be resisting him like she had at first. He guessed she was finally relaxing.
When his cock got all the way inside, Emmy felt like she'd pass out. But she didn't, and in a moment there was less pain. It was like when he'd fucked her pussy-all that remained after a while was the sensation of being stuffed unmercifully. She wondered if she would ever get used to this feeling. Last night, at least, she began to warm up after a while-
Frank began to fuck fast and hard. Sweat roiled down his forehead and his mouth hung slackly open. He realized the tight anal channel would have him popping his nuts pretty soon, and he was concerned about making Emmy experience some pleasure from the ordeal he was putting her through.
He put his hands under her and grabbed her breasts. They were soft little handfuls, perfectly shaped and already succulent looking. He tried to pinch the nipples but they hadn't become aroused yet and he had trouble capturing them in his fingertips. He leaned his face close to hers.
"It'll feel good, sugar," he said. "Just like when I fucked your pussy last night. You liked that, didn't you?"
Emmy didn't want to answer him, but still she had respect for adults and was not normally a rebellious child. Slowly, she shook her head up and down, her face still buried in the mattress.
"Sure it did," Frank said. "And it'll feel even better when we do it some more. Every time we do it, you'll like it more."
Emmy hoped so. If she could learn to like what was happening to her now, she decided, she could learn to like anything! But she wasn't minding the sensation of his cock in her ass as much as she did at first. In a way, when she clamped down on it a little bit, it was making her feel a little bit hot.
Frank noticed the pressure her sphincter gave his rod, and a slow smile crept across his face. He began to fuck a little faster, trying to see just how hard she could take it. She wasn't complaining, so far-
"That's right, sugar," he said, "now you're beginning to see what it feels like. Fuck, baby, I've plugged a lot of girls this way-girls not any older than you. You'll be fucking wild for it after a while!"
Emmy had never heard her uncle use such bad language, but she supposed he only did it at moments like these. She herself had cried out words like "fuck" last night, and she didn't know what had made her use them. Maybe the next time she saw her girlfriends at school she'd have a surprise or two for them. If they'd considered her a prude in the past, they were in for an eye opener!
Frank wasn't satisfied with his results on Emmy. Her nipples still hadn't become erect. While he continued to pump her ass faster and faster he reached under and began to massage her pussy lips. He could feel a certain warmth there, and they weren't completely dry. Maybe she was coming around after all. He remembered the effect his fingers had had on her clit the night before. He started to pinch it now and felt it harden.
"Now you're getting it, sugar," he panted. "Old Uncle Frank's cock doesn't feel too bad after all, does it?"
Emmy was beginning to feel the heat rushing through her groin. His hand on her pussy was setting her on fire again.
"No! No!" she grunted. "It doesn't feel too bad. It-it's beginning to feel good, Uncle Frank-"
He felt her vagina tense and throb. The hole, which had been plowed for the first time only hours before, was beginning to quiffle against his hand.
"You're not lying, are you, sugar? It really feels good?"
Emmy knew there wouldn't be any point in saying it didn't. She felt the same pressure begin to build up inside her that she'd felt when he fucked her pussy. She wouldn't be able to disguise her feelings much longer.
"I'm not lying, Uncle Frank," she grunted and gasped. "It really does feel good. Just don't stop! Don't stop until I-"
He began to slam into her harder, cutting her words short.
"OOOOOOFFF!" Emmy cried, pressing her face into the mattress again.
He felt her sphincter muscle gripping him more frequently. She began squeezing tightly, almost stopping his fucking motions. Then he looked down and noticed that her rump was beginning to make circular movements. He couldn't believe the reaction he was starting to get. Her ass was becoming as hot as her cunt had been!
Then Emmy started to buck straight back each time his cock slammed into her rectum. She was matching him stroke for stroke. Their bodies made loud smacking sounds each time they contacted. Frank felt his balls churn and he knew he couldn't keep up the pace much longer. He'd be creaming her ass any minute now.
"Yuh-yuh-YES!" Emmy began to chant while he pumped into her. She had lifted her face from the mattress and thrown her head straight back. "Play with my tits again, Uncle Frank!"
He reached under again. This time the nipples of her breasts were like diamonds. He began to pinch them.
"AGGGHHH!" Emmy cried. "YES! YES! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE AGAIN! OHHHHHH, I'M SCARED! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Sweat was running from Frank's armpits and down his sides. He didn't think it would be possible to ball Emmy any harder than he'd already done, but he began to try. In a few seconds the bed was banging against the wall in back of it. He hoped it was the kind of motel where noises didn't matter. It had certainly looked like that kind. Besides, there was no room on the other side of theirs. Just some kind of storage rooms then the parking lot.
"NOW!" Emmy cried out loudly. Her body was starting to convulse. When she felt the heat and the tension building to the breaking point, her ass seemed to go completely wild on Frank's cock. She began bucking it back so fast he couldn't keep up with her. He held still and let her do the fucking up and down his fat shaft.
"AGGGHHH! I'M FALLING APART!!" she moaned. "IT-IT-IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW! GUUUNGH!"
Frank shut his eyes tightly and Ills head snapped back. His cum began gushing up and out, jetting hard into the grabbing asshole, drenching it. His nuts felt like they were going all the way up inside him and he couldn't seem to stop shooting.
Emmy was beating her face into the mattress and sobbing while her ass began making wide circular motions on the still-stiff cock.
Finally, she sank into the bed and her breathing returned to normal. Frank pulled out and walked to the bathroom for a towel. His sperm was oozing out of her stretched rectum.
Mister Griffin, the manager of the motel who had given them this room purposely, watched through the one-way mirror until Frank disappeared into the bathroom and then with a soft groan he aimed his throbbing cock at the storage-room wall and began hosing it down with his thick load of cum.
Watching this man ass-fuck his own daughter was one of the most exciting scenes he'd peeked in on since he fixed this little rig up. It had been an inspiration to put a long dressing mirror right across from the bed. He was watching only feet away from the action.
In the six months since the mirror had been installed, he'd seen many older men fuck young girls. Shit, he'd seen little brothers and sisters do it together when their parents were out. But he knew tonight that he wouldn't be able to content himself with watching and masturbating. Somehow, he had to have this particular girl. He wanted to stick his club up her butt just like her old man had done.
Griffin thought for a moment, waiting for his erection to go down. Father! Shit, I'm sure he is. They even resemble each other!
Griffin thought some more.
Not much he could do but fix me up. Especially if I told him I was going to the police!
Griffin smiled and put his cock back in his pants.
Frank and Emmy were side by side, and Emmy was sound asleep.
He wondered if he'd made the right choice by bringing Emmy away with him. He couldn't deny that he was getting the best sex of his life, but he wondered if his spiteful act against his brother and sister-in-law might end up costing him more than he could handle. He didn't expect to find much young cunt in prison.
But right now his mind was also clouded with the memory of what he and Emmy had just done. His whole body tingled with excitement. He was starting to feel more alive than he had in years. He finished the cigarette he was smoking and when he reached to put it out in an ashtray on the bedside table he noticed the full-length dressing mirror for the first time.
Wow! Neat! We can watch ourselves do it!
He turned off the lamp on the table and drew Emmy tightly to him. It was wonderful-to lie in the dark and feel her soft, warm young body next to his. Especially now that she knew what a cock felt like inside her. He figured that within a day or two she'd be asking him for it. Maybe begging. But be didn't figure she'd have to beg for long-unless she'd been a bad girl.
He wondered if, knowing he was her father, he could have given her two such brutal fucks in less than twenty-four hours.
Chapter Four
Frank solved Griffin's first problem the next morning.
"My daughter and I will be staying around for a few days," he said to Griffin in the motel office. "By the way, where's a good used car dealer? I'm not satisfied with the way my ear's acting, so I might trade it off."
Griffin directed him to the only dealer in town and Frank drove off alone. He quickly went outside and made a beeline for the storage room. When he looked through the one-way mirror he immediately got an erection. He was a man in his early forties, and in good physical shape for his age. His sex urge hadn't even begun to subside.
Emmy was lying on the bed, completely nude. It was early and she had told Frank that she wanted to sleep a little longer. He'd been reluctant to leave her alone, but she didn't have any money and he was taking the car. He didn't think she'd bother trying to make a call to her parents. She hadn't really complained about being with him-not yet.
While Griffin watched, Emmy seemed to be waking up. She rolled over and looked in the direction of the mirror. Then her head lifted up and she stared at the mirror with great interest.
Griffin was drooling over the sight of her body. He would have guessed that she was older than the thirteen years her father had registered her as being. If she was as young as all that, she was sure stacked for her age, he decided. He reached into his trousers and hauled out his fat, long cock. He began to jerk it slowly while he watched Emmy.
The thought of looking at her naked body from head to toe in a motel room gave Emmy a feeling of being an adult, loose woman. She'd seen the types in movies and on television. Women who go to these places with strange men and charge for their services. Her friends had talked about them.
Emmy wondered if she looked that way now-like a tramp.
She sat up and threw her legs over the edge of the bed. She had a full view of herself, her legs spread open, her pussy on display. She reached back and undid the pony-tail tie. Her brown, red-tinged hair fell across her shoulders, soft and shining.
Then she ran her hands up to her breasts and weighed them in her hands while she watched herself do it. She reached for the nipples, remembering how Uncle Frank's fingers had felt on them. When she pinched them they immediately sprang to life and hardened.
Rolling the nipples through the tips of her fingers, Emmy noticed that her face had changed expression. She was almost surprised to see how her mouth had fallen open in a wanton expression and her tongue began to lick slowly across the lips. Her eyes had drooped and taken on a dreamy expression.
Griffin had been almost alarmed when Emmy sat up and looked straight into the mirror. But he knew there was no way she could see anything on the other side. Obviously, she was getting turned on by the sight of her own body, with her legs thrown wide apart and her pussy winking at her in the mirror. He jerked his cock faster.
Emmy seemed to notice her cunt for the first time. She had never been in a better position to see just what it looked like, spread open, sitting with her legs apart. She let her hands trail from her breasts down her silky smooth body, past the little stubble of pubic hair just starting, and finally to the naked little lips of her vagina. She ran one index finger down each lip and felt them respond to her touch. Her pussy was beginning to tingle hotly.
She slid down until her buttocks were barely touching the edge of the bed, then she spread her legs even wider. Her knees were almost touching the wall and her crotch was only inches from the mirror. She pulled the bald lips apart and got a good look at the pink flesh and the red little hole. The hole looked sore and tender. She wet a finger and ran it around the outside, then into the tunnel.
No, it wasn't really very sore at that. She noticed the heat against her finger and decided to try inserting two.
Griffin quickly unbuckled his trousers and let them and his shorts fall down around his thighs. He grabbed his fat, hairy nuts in one hand and continued whacking his log with the other.
"Sheeeeee-it!" he whispered to himself.
Emmy shoved the fingers, covered with her saliva, into her hole and wiggled them around for a moment. She pushed them as far in as they would go. She had never been able to get her rather long fingers into her cunt all the way before. It felt wonderful, and she was immediately glad that Uncle Frank had opened up the path for her.
The flesh of her channel was hot again, and she knew that certain juices had begun to flow because her fingers were getting soaked all over again. She had a sudden urge to taste the juices and see what her uncle had been so crazy about when he had his tongue up there.
She pulled the fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her lips. Then her tongue flicked out and she began to lick them all over. She was suddenly excited by the taste and the fingers disappeared into her mouth. She sucked them for a while then shot them back into her hole. Only this time they were accompanied by a third one.
Emmy began rotating the three fingers around, just as she had done with the first two. They were working themselves in and out effortlessly, despite the tightness of the tunnel. She felt her whole cavern begin to yawn in that hungry way that usually meant she was working up to something. She lifted her ass and began to fuck into the fingers, holding them still as though they weren't part of her-just something she was making go into her hole.
Griffin's fist became a blur on his cock. He was a beefy, although muscular, man, and when he was sexually turned on he sweated profusely. He got to his knees on the other side of the mirror and brought his face eye-level with the cunt that was being masturbated so beautifully. From where he looked he could see under her hand, the asscheeks bobbing up and down on the mattress while she fucked her fingers so frantically. He could even see the little asshole that her father had plugged so well. He could imagine his own club in there, tearing away new territory. Griffin had a pussy stretcher to end them all!
Emmy was throwing her head from side to side now. Her pelvis was grinding around on her fingers with such fury that the peeping torn wondered how her trembling thighs were going to hold out. Finally, she collapsed and lay straight back on the mattress. Her legs were still spread and her pussy continued to gape at the glass inches away from it.
She brought her fingers to her mouth again and shot them straight in, sucking the flavor from them and enjoying the taste. Her pelvis continued to move in circles, even though there were no fingers there to play with it. Emmy concentrated on her breasts once more. The nipples had gotten so hard they were sore to the touch.
Oh! It never felt like this when I played with myself before! she thought. Now I really know how to make myself hot!
She ran her hands back down and pulled the petals of her cunt as wide as they could be stretched.
Now it's all ready for you, Uncle Frank! she thought. Now you can stick your big cock in there and make me explode!
The three fingers sank back in. Emmy began to work them hard. The aching yawn in her womb was starting again. She didn't know how much more she could take before the wave began to rise up and crash back down on her.
Oh, Uncle Frank! she thought. I need you so bad now! Why did you go away and leave me so hot and aching this morning?
She pretended that the fingers were his cock. She pulled them out and jabbed them back in, hard, trying to pretend it was his big pole tearing into her for the first time, pushing down the wall of her innocence and making a woman out of her.
"AGGGHHH!" she cried, arching her pelvis.
Griffin could see her mouth fly open. He wished he'd had the sense to install a system of listening to what happened in the room as well as watching. He could imagine her little cries of passion now. She was apparently a hot one. His cock felt very close to shooting and he slowed down his fist. She seemed to be mumbling little things now. He guessed she was pretty close to an orgasm. "UNNNGH!" Emmy cried out loud. "I want your COCK! I want you to shove it in me! Lake you did to me twice now! Shove it in my pussy! Shove it up my ass! Just give me your cock and make me explode with it!"
Griffin strained his ear against the mirror but he couldn't hear anything but a faint mumble. To hear this much, even, he knew the girl had to be talking pretty loud. Then he heard a couple of words very distinctly.
"FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEE-!"
He could see the way her fingers were pushing open the lips and hole, stretching the tender young flesh. He wondered how it would taste to lick such young pussy, without even any hair on it. She had one of the most beautiful bodies he'd ever seen, despite the fact that she was so young. Age could only improve it, but seeing it in this stage, passionate and yearning, was one of the most exciting sights of his life!
Emmy had a sudden idea! She lifted her legs and rested her heels on the edge of the bed. Then she wet a finger of her other hand and reached down to her asshole. She probed her tight little back hole with the tip of the finger, wondering it would be too sore to explore. It didn't seem to be. She began to work her finger inside and found that it created a delicious sensation. When she got it all the way in, she was able to rub it against the fingers in her pussy, through the thin wall.
Then another thought crossed her mind.
I should be trying to call Mom and Dad, instead of doing this sort of thing. I could tell them where I am and they'd come and get me right away!
But then she thought of how hairy and muscular and strong her uncle's body was. She remembered how his cock had tasted when she began sucking it into her mouth. She wondered what it would be like if she had continued to suck it until all that stuff shot out of it. She hadn't seen a cock shoot, and she didn't know what it would taste like in her mouth when it happened, but she thought it would be worth trying. Especially since Uncle Frank had such a big, pretty one!
No, this is fun for a while. I want to learn a lot of things from Uncle Frank!
"GUUUUUUNGH!" Emmy cried out loud. Her pussy was beginning to clutch hard at her fingers. She felt the tide rising inside her womb. Waves were beginning to swell. She knew that in a moment they would be a hundred feet in the air, over her. They would start to fall, coming straight down-threatening to crush her-
Griffin could see every little expression on Emmy's face. He knew she was getting closer and closer. He'd been gauging his tempo to match hers. He wanted to shoot his load at the exact second when her body began to shake and jerk out of control. He remembered the way it had done last night, when her father fucked her up the ass. He suspected it wouldn't be long now.
Emmy was closer, even, than Griffin knew. With one loud cry, which he could hear, she began to bounce her ass up and down on the mattress and her stomach began to convulse.
"UNNNGH! UNGHS UNGH! AGGGHHH!" she wailed. Her ass slipped off the edge of the bed and she landed on her knees, her pussy only a couple of inches from the mirror.
Griffin put his face down next to her frantically digging fingers, He could see the way she was fucking in and out as clearly as if he'd been doing it to her himself. He saw the lips contracting and expanding, trying to clutch more of the fucking digits up inside. Emmy slumped back against the bed, but her pelvis was still sticking straight out and her back was arched. She continued to fuck into her hole until the last spasms of feeling shot through her body. She was soaking the fingers and feeling for the first time the way her tight channel massaged and gripped when she had her "explosion".
No wonder she'd made Uncle Frank's cock feel so good! She must have felt like a massaging machine!
Griffin let loose then. His sperm shot heavily against the wall of the storage room, the way it had last night. He was trembling from the masturbation he'd just witnessed. He was more determined than ever to get into her cunt. Or ass.
After shaking his cock and putting it back in his pants he took one last look at Emmy. She lay on the bed, exhausted. But the fingers she'd just had up her cunt were now in her mouth and she was sucking away at them. She looked like a baby with its pacifier. He leaned forward and got another look at the hairless pussy lips and the shiny, pink flesh under them. He was close enough to smell her, and it was with great effort that he himself away and went back to the motel office. Any further watching would have him whacking his log again.
He was back in the office for an hour when Frank drove in with a different car. It looked about as good as the one he'd turned in. In fact, the other car had looked and sounded fine. He wondered if it had been really necessary to switch off. Griffin was a suspicious man. And a determined one.
When Frank walked back to the office he pointed to the new car.
"For your records," he said, "that's what I'm driving now."
Griffin thought for a moment of coming right out and telling Frank what he wanted from him. But, he thought, what the hell-they were going to stay for several days. If he got into Emmy tonight, they'd probably take off by morning. This way, before he delivered his ultimatum, he'd have a chance to watch the two of them in action some more. These opportunities didn't come along too often.
"Nice car," Griffin said. "Sorry your other one was giving you so much trouble."
"Yeah, well, that's the breaks." Frank started to leave the office.
"By the way," Griffin said, "the maid comes around about ten-thirty or eleven. That's the only time during the day you'll be disturbed. Otherwise, you and your little girl have total privacy."
Frank thought Griffin's words sounded a little strange. But he decided the motel owner was just trying to be friendly.
"Well, that's nice to know," Frank said, smiling. He walked out of the office and went back to his room.
Chapter Five
Griffin was busy most of the afternoon with an unexpected number of customers-most of them businessmen and their pickups. Wanting a quick matinee.
He hadn't had time to look in on Frank's Emmy's room all day. Finally, he saw them drive out to have dinner. The motel had no restaurant. They were gone about an hour and a half and when they returned it was already dark.
Emmy waved at him as they drove past.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" Frank asked her.
"I just waved at Mister Griffin, I think he's nice.
"Well, from now on, you'd better be careful of getting too friendly with strange men. Men can tell when a girl has lost her virginity-then they start moving in for the kill."
The words frightened Emmy. But they sent a little chill of pleasure through her also. She had decided, in the past two days, that men would probably play a big part in her life from now on.
"Sorry," Emmy said, pouting.
Frank laughed as he turned off the motor and opened the car door.
"Sorry I hollered at you, sugar, but I know men better than you do, and a pretty girl like you has to be careful."
Emmy seemed pleased by his apology. She flashed him a big smile and waited for him to unlock the door to the room. When they were inside she quickly locked the door again.
"Let's go to bed right away, Uncle Frank! I've never felt so tired in my life!"
He laughed again, and began removing his shirt.
Griffin positioned himself behind the one-way mirror again, but this time he brought a camera. He'd taken successful pictures of the occupants of the motel room in the past and he knew he could catch Frank's and Emmy's features well enough that anyone would recognize them. He planned to use the pictures for a very simple blackmail device-his own fuck session with the thirteen year old. But he'd show them to Frank only if worst came to worst and the girl's father refused him outright.
They were both stripping now. The old man was a good-looking dude, Griffin decided. It was easy to see that the girl was turned on by him. She probably liked older men. In that case, Griffin decided, he shouldn't have too hard a time with her. He wasn't bad-looking himself, and when she saw his cock, that would be the clincher.
Emmy, naked first, climbed onto the bed and spread her legs apart. It was a perfect portrait. She was turned so that her entire front was pointing in Griffin's direction. Her pussy was exposed and she had a happy expression on her face. She moved her hands down to her pussy lips and began to massage them impatiently. He saw her say something to her father.
"Hurry, Uncle Frank! HURRY!" Emmy said.
Frank was stripped as naked as she was now. He climbed up and straddled her breasts.
"I want you to suck me off," he said, matter-of-factly.
Emmy's eyes got a nervous look.
"You mean-you mean you aren't going to fuck me? But I WANT you to!"
Frank laughed.
"Don't worry, sugar. I'll make sure you get satisfied. But I want you to learn to suck me all the way off. And swallow my load. All the way down to your stomach."
Emmy had enjoyed sucking him the one previous time. But he hadn't come in her mouth, and she didn't know if she'd like the taste of his cum. But the idea excited her and she was willing to give it a try.
She continued to rub her pussy lips while he scooted higher and shoved his erect cock against her lips.
"Open up now and take it in," he said.
Emmy opened her mouth and he pushed the fistlike head of his cock between her lips.
"And remember-no teeth."
She nodded her head and began to suck around the pink glans expertly. She wet it as much as she could and tickled the little hole at the end with the tip of her tongue.
"Whewwww-!" Frank sighed, closing his eyes. Her mouth was rather small, and he was stretching it by putting his cock in it, but it was hot and wet with her eagerness to please him. She had begun to suck it in, working her lips past the head and wrapping them over it. He pushed and sent the big knob to the back of her throat.
Emmy's hands shot up and grabbed the insides of his thighs, on either side of his balls. She pressed them there, telling him not to shove any farther. He realized she was afraid of choking.
"Don't worry, sugar," he said, "you'll be able to take it down. With some practice you can suck me all the way to my nuts." He gave another shove and forced several inches of cock into her young virgin throat. She started to gag.
"Just relax," Frank said, easing a couple of inches back out. "That's the secret to everything. Breathe through your nose and when you feel my cock pushing in just relax your throat and you'll see how easy it is to take it down."
Frank had instructed many little girls, some of them younger than Emmy, to suck his cock and there were very few who couldn't learn to do it well, he'd decided.
"Let me warm your pussy while you suck," he said, reaching back and rubbing his fingers up and down the cleft of her vagina. He could feel the warmth there already. She'd been in a high state of anticipation this evening.
Emmy was fascinated again by the taste of his cock. There was something about it that was so masculine! The gentle aromas of her father's maleness that had excited her so much when she sat on his lap or snuggled up to him on the sofa seemed to flood through her nostrils. Uncle Frank's body had the same kind of fresh, manly smell. He and her father were really very much alike, Emmy thought.
She had a fantasy that Uncle Frank was really her father, and she was performing the same act for him, hiding out in a sleazy little motel room. She began to suck harder. He pushed, and she felt her gullet get plugged with his thick shaft.
"OWWWWWH" he sighed. "That's right, baby! You keep that up and you'll have your old uncle creaming out your fucking ears!"
He was almost completely buried in her throat. She didn't have much difficulty with it now. Slowly, he eased back out until only the head was in her mouth. She took a long gasp of breath and tried to impale the rod in her throat again. He quickly pulled the wet, slippery head out of her mouth.
"Well take it a little easy, sugar," he said, "or it'll all be over before we get started!" He moved up and pressed his fat nuts against her mouth.
"Lick them all over," he said. "Take them in your mouth one at a time and roll them around and use your tongue on them. See how wet you can get them."
Emmy was eager for the chance to taste his balls. The delicious smell of his crotch was in her very blood now, and she couldn't get enough of it. She reached back and cupped the cheeks of his ass in her hands. Then she opened her mouth and let her tongue go everywhere, licking and lapping hard at the soft, hairy ball sac. His nuts were fat, but she was able to get them into her mouth, one at a time. She liked the way they felt there, and she began to give them a tongue bath like he'd suggested. His fingers began to dig into her pussy, making it hotter and hotter!
Emmy's mouth was driving him nuts! Everything he tried with her worked out perfectly. She was his dream of a lover-only Marge had ever excited him so much! And knowing what he was putting over on his brother made the whole thing even better.
"Keep licking them!" he said, spinning around and burying his face into her crotch. She spread her legs immediately to give his tongue all the freedom it needed. He began to lick up and down the bald lips for a few minutes, teasing the clit.
"UNNNNPF!" he heard her groan, one of his nuts still in her mouth. She was sucking them so well they began to tighten.
Frank moved forward a little, forcing her tongue to lick the hairy little area just behind his balls. Her tongue never stopped its twirling, lapping movements. He pulled his face out of her cunt and turned his head.
"How about running your tongue back farther, sugar? Right back to my hole, like I did with yours."
Emmy didn't like the idea at first, but as her tongue got closer and closer to its mark she became excited by the fact that she was probably going to give him the ultimate sensation. She remembered how wonderful it had felt when he did it to her, and she knew he was breaking down her last reserve. She didn't care. When he asked her to do things, it was almost like being spoken to by her father. It was thrilling!
Emmy licked back into the hairy asscrack. She sought out the hole with her tongue. When she finally reached it, she stopped, not knowing what to do next.
"Lick it all the way around and then stick the tip of your tongue inside," he panted. "Remember the way I did it to you?"
Emmy nodded her head, although he couldn't see her. She placed her hands on his asscheeks and began to probe in.
"AGGGHHHH!" he cried, burying his mouth in her snatch again.
Griffin couldn't believe the shots he was getting with the camera! The two of them were constantly turning, giving him fresh angles of what they were doing. Frank's ass was facing him now and he could see her tongue working its way in and out. He noticed that Frank's thighs were beginning to tremble.
"Hold it!" Frank said, pulling his mouth away from her and panting. "Let me lie down on my back. You put your pussy up over my mouth and suck my cock some more!"
He arranged the position and Emmy happily went back to sucking his thick pole. His mouth was all over her crotch, making it tingle and burn. Her thighs were on each side of his face, squeezing, and she began to grind her pelvis around and mash it hard against his mouth.
Frank parted the pussy lips with his thumbs and made the hole more open and vulnerable. Her sweet, little-girl tastes were mingled with a more mature, womanly flavor. He realized that since he'd first fucked her, he'd awakened things inside that were functioning overtime now. Her natural juices were flowing rapidly, making the walls of her cunt slippery to his tongue. He pushed his mouth as far in as it would go and began to bathe his lips, chin and nose in the wet, tender skin.
Emmy took a deep breath and plunged ail the way down on his prick. She had gotten it good and wet and it seemed to slip into her gullet effortlessly. Her mouth was suddenly all the way around the bottom, her nose pressed into his fat balls. She felt impaled, but it was nice to know that she had been able to take it all the way. She knew Uncle Frank would be getting a good feeling, and she tried to pay him back for the way he was making her feel. Her womb seemed to be opening up for him, begging for his tongue. Fire was licking her pussy walls at every place where she felt him touch her.
She began to run her fingers lightly over the balls. They tightened against her hand. She slid her fingers down and through his thighs, up into his asscrack, to the hole that was still wet from her mouth. She began to push one of the fingers inside.
"HMMMMPF!" he groaned, licking her even harder and spearing his tongue into her hole so deeply his jaw ached. He began to buck up into her face, forcing his pole to slam all the way down her gullet with each thrust. She was getting him to the edge fast. He shook his mouth back and forth on her cunt. Then he began pinching and massaging her erect little clit while he sucked her.
Emmy could feel her orgasm coming. She was thoroughly familiar with the feeling now. The unbearable tension before the ultimate explosion no longer frightened her. She looked forward to it. Longed for it. Ached for it.
She could see that his nuts were tightening up. She was suddenly aware that this happened before his own orgasms, because right now his cock had stiffened so much it felt like a lead pipe. She could see the tremble of his thigh muscles, and she sensed that she'd be getting the thick, sticky stuff in her mouth before much longer. She wondered how she'd react to the taste.
Frank felt her pussy lips begin to tremble violently against his tongue. The incredible heat that her box generated came rising up and melted his skin. Her tight little belly was beginning to convulse. He reached up and put his hand on it. It felt damp with sweat against his chest.
"SHIT, EMMYYYY-OHHH-YEAAAHHHH!" he moaned.
Emmy wiggled her finger in his asshole and suddenly she saw the big cord that ran down the underside jerk. A gush of hot juice went directly into her gullet and down. She pulled her throat back and the next heavy spurt came into her mouth. She began swallowing rapidly, figuring another gush would be coming right away. It did. And then another, and another. She swallowed harder, trying to get it all down without choking herself. At the same time she began to tremble out of control and she realized she was going to explode into his mouth. She swallowed quickly, yanked his cock out of her throat and threw he-head back.
"EEEEOOOHH! OH, UNH, CUMMDNNG!" she cried. Another strong splash of cum hit her chin and dripped down, running along her neck. She pulled her finger out of his ass and another jet of cream splashed against her breasts. She ran the stickly juice into her breasts and over the nipples. The little pink nubbins were so hard they ached. When she squeezed them another violent tremor shot through her body and she almost smothered him with her crotch. He continued to lick her hole until the convulsions stopped.
He couldn't believe the juices he got from her. She was almost shooting it out like a man. He lapped and sucked and tasted everything he could find, then he reluctantly pulled away from her. They were both covered with perspiration and breathing heavily. He ran a finger between her bald pussy lips and wiggled it. The skin reacted with a jerk.
"Well, that's about all I can teach you at the moment, sugar," he said.
"That's all right, Uncle Frank," Emmy said. "We'll have to go over and over the lessons, won't we? Until I get everything right, that is?"
Frank laughed and, turning her over, gave her a playful swat on the bottom.
Griffin almost lost his load when Frank slapped Emmy's butt. He was disappointed that it didn't develop into a full-scale spanking scene because he still had plenty of film left in his camera.
He dropped the camera and began beating his meat in earnest, realizing the show was probably over. A few pulls and he was hosing the concrete wall once more.
While he was shaking his cock free of any remaining drops of cum, he smiled.
The pictures should be good. Very, very good!
Art was sitting at home, waiting for Marge to contact him with any news she might have.
They had both decided that, because of the family connections, they should not go to the police except as a last resort. Nobody could stand the bad publicity. Even though his brother had apparently gone off his rocker, he didn't think he'd harm Emmy in any way. Marge had decided upon a detective, one who would keep his investigation strictly secret. She was with him now, getting a progress report.
Emmy's disappearance could be explained quite easily. Since it was summertime and a couple of months before school would be opening, they'd merely explain to her friends that she had been invited to visit relatives farther north. The invitation had come unexpectedly.
The doorbell rang and he answered it.
Fluffy, one of Emmy's friends about the same age, stood there smiling at him.
"Hi, Mister Powers," she said.
"Hi, Fluffy. Call me Art, huh?"
"Okay-Art. Is Emmy home?"
"No, she isn't, Fluffy. She out of town, as a matter of fact. Up north. Visiting some cousins."
"Oh," Fluffy said, frowning. "I didn't know she was going away. She didn't tell me."
Art noticed how her little halter was embracing very small but very pretty little breasts. Her tight, blue hip huggers were also doing justice to her shapely young ass and thighs.
"Well, she only found out the night before she left, Fluffy. An uncle was driving through and offered her a ride with him."
"Oh--" Fluffy spoke slowly, and breathed most of her words. "That's too bad, isn't it. Are you all alone, Mister-Art."
"Yes. The wife's out for the day. Had a lot of shopping to do."
Fluffy was taking in his body, too. His short-sleeved shirt was open at the top and curly black hair seemed to be all over his chest.
He had a flat stomach and a good, solid build. She'd seen him in his bathing suit at the beach and of all her girlfriends' fathers, she liked Emmy's the best. She wondered what he was hiding between his legs.
"Art," Fluffy said. "I feel so HOT! Do you think I could get a glass of ice water?"
"Of course, Fluffy," Art said, standing aside. "Come on in!"
Chapter Six
Art took Fluffy to the kitchen. He got ice water from the refrigerator, and a beer for himself.
"Sure you just want water, Fluffy? We have soda-"
"No thanks," Fluffy said. "Soda's bad for my complexion."
Art looked at her, surprised that such a young girl would be concerned about her skin. He noticed that Fluffy had the coloring peculiar to most redheads, which she was. Her skin was very pale and when it tanned in the summer it produced a riot of freckles. But it was smooth, flawless skin just the same. And her bright green eyes were a perfect compliment to the color of her hair. They had a catlike appearance. Yes, Art decided, Fluffy was definitely a little fox. His cock gave a throb in his trousers.
Shit, what's happening to me? he wondered. Here I got a gorgeous wife that I can't get it up with, and a thirteen-year-old starts lighting my fire!
He turned and walked into the living room, hoping Fluffy wouldn't notice his rising erection. His casual slacks were tight, and he didn't bother to put on jockey shorts. The dick was plastering itself against his leg.
Fluffy followed him into the room. He sat on the sofa and she sprawled out on a chair, facing Mm.
Her thighs looked even shapelier from this vantage point, Art thought. He noticed the flatness of her bare stomach just below the halter. The thin cotton of the halter cradled her young breasts like a coat of paint. It was no use. His erection wouldn't go down. He crossed his legs, but Fluffy's eyes had been just as quick as his own.
He's getting a bone-on! she thought. This might be my lucky day!
"Where's Tim?" Fluffy asked casually, putting her empty water glass down.
"At the pool. Where else?" Art replied. "He's a lifeguard now, you know."
Fluffy kept squirming around on the chair. He couldn't see a panty-line under her jeans, and he guessed she wasn't wearing underwear either. He wondered how her naked body would look, if she had a patch of red hair over her pussy. Suddenly, the thought of balling a girl his daughter's age made his cock throb with an intensity that made him uncomfortable. He squirmed, too.
Fluffy noticed the way he was looking at her. She wished she'd worn shorts instead of jeans, but she had no way of knowing how things would turn out. She wished he was wearing shorts, too. From where she sat she could have looked up his legs.
"More water?" Art asked, finishing his beer.
"No, that cooled me off," Fluffy said. "The only thing I could use right now would be a swimming pool or a cold shower. Owwww, I just feel so hot!"
She was shocked by her own words. She didn't know where she had worked up enough courage to throw him so many insinuations, but his eager glances at her body were putting her pussy on fire!
"Well," Art said, putting down his beer can, "we don't have a pool here, but we have two showers!"
Fluffy followed through without hesitating She sprang to her feet.
"Do you mean I could?" she asked. "I mean, that'd be groovy. I'll feel a lot cooler when I walk back home."
Art knew that Fluffy lived on the other side of town. His car was in the garage and he could have offered her a ride home, but he decided against breaking the train of thoughts.
"You're very welcome, Fluffy. You know where the bathroom is upstairs?"
"Sure," Fluffy said. "I've showered there a lot-when I spent the night with Emmy."
"I think you'll find everything there you need."
"Groovy!" Fluffy started to walk to the stairs, then she turned around and looked him straight in the eye. "You should take one yourself. They're wonderful in the summer!" She let her eyes travel to his crotch and back up again. Then she smiled and ran up the stairs.
He couldn't have mistaken her suggestion, she decided. If he wasn't a big chicken he'd show up.
She laid her clothes across a hamper and tested the water temperature. When it was just cool enough, but not too cold, she pinned her long red hair on top of her head and stepped in, purposely letting the glass sliding door stay open a little. She let the jet of water spray down over her breasts. The water ran over her flat young belly and between her thighs.
That should cool you off for a minute, she thought.
She grabbed a bar of soap began soaping her breasts. Then she ran the bar down to her crotch. A hint of a red bush had started forming in a perfect little triangle above the pussy lips. The lips themselves were almost as bald as Emmy's, but several long red hairs fell down from them, making a wet, dripping mat under the shower's spray.
By the time she'd rinsed her front and turned around she saw the bathroom door opening. Her heart almost skipped a beat!
Art walked in, covered by only a towel. He walked to the opening in the sliding door. Fluffy stood back, just out of his eyesight.
"Hey, I decided a shower would be good after all," he said.
"Oh! You startled me, Art."
"Sorry. Oh, I just wanted to say-the other shower isn't working. We're putting new plumbing in. I'll have to use this one when you get through."
Fluffy moved up to the door opening just enough to catch sight of his eyes giving a quick sideways glance at her body, which was now in his view. She could see the way his towel was tenting out in front. And it was slowly rising.
"Why wait?" Fluffy said. "We can shower together."
Art gasped.
"Oh, sure, my father's about your age, and we run around the house naked all the time. We never had any modesty that way. It's so-old-fashioned. Don't you think so?"
"Uh-well-yeah, now that you mention it, Fluffy. If you're sure you wouldn't mind-"
"Of course not."
She watched him remove his towel and it was her turn to gasp. He was standing sideways in her view, and the cock was poking out about ten inches. She couldn't believe the way things had worked out. Many nights she'd masturbated herself while she fantasized about a moment like this with Emmy's old man. But even in her fantasies he didn't have a club like the one that was swinging out in front of him now. He stepped in and immediately turned his back to her.
Fluffy almost giggled. He was so turned on he couldn't keep it down, but at the same time he was embarrassed about showing it to her.
"How about washing my back?" he said. "Then I can do yours."
You'll do mine, all right, she thought. And I'll do yours like you never thought I would!
Fluffy was delighted with the prospect of soaping up his broad, muscular back. Although he was hairy-chested his back was as smooth as a baby's. A fine brushing of black swept across his buttocks and into the crack, and then his thighs became hairy again. Fluffy liked his land of body. Older men had always appealed to her more than young boys-except for Tim.
She started at the back of his neck, then down his shoulder blades and onto his back. She soaped him slowly, almost massaging his body. When she reached the small of his back she ran the lather around and around, keeping him in suspense. Finally, her hands went down over his round, muscular asscheeks.
Art's skin trembled when he felt her hands on his ass. His cock was poking straight out and jerking under the shower spray. This young girl's hands were doing things to him that no mature woman had ever accomplished. If he could have gotten a hard-on like this for Marge, they would never have had any problems with their-love life. At least he felt reassured, now, that there was plenty of life left in him.
Fluffy had crouched down behind him and she continued to lather his ass. She ran her hand deeply into the crack, soaping the hole, and then through the backs of his thighs. Her fingers came into contact with his balls from behind and she soaped them too, rolling the eggs softly in her hands. There couldn't be any mistaking her intentions now, he thought.
"Turn around and rinse off," Fluffy said. When he did, she was still on her knees and his cock slapped against the side of her face. She grabbed it around the base.
"WOW!" Fluffy exclaimed. "That's groovy!"
The cock jerked and Fluffy opened her mouth and began to lick the pink head all around. Art could feel himself oozing a little presemisal juice, but the girl was evidently sucking it all into her mouth. Her tongue worried the little hole in the tip constantly. He groaned and shoved his pelvis forward.
"AGGGHH!" he moaned. "SUCK IT, Fluffy! Owwwww, SHIT, I never knew you were such a hot little cunt!"
His words went through her like exciting little electric shocks. She sucked more of the cock into her mouth and began to tickle his balls at the same time. Most of the boys she gave head to liked this double attack, she'd learned.
Art rested his hands on top of her head, where the hair was piled up and pinned. He began to shove his cock forward, forcing her to take more and more of it. She worked down on it slowly, but she managed to get more into her gullet each time he thrust. Finally, she was taking all of it. No woman had ever sucked him all the way to the nuts before. He almost came on the spot.
"AGGGHH! BETTER STOP!" he panted. "Listen, let's dry off and get into bed. This is too good to waste in the bathroom!"
He pulled his cock from her throat and she sprang to her feet.
"GROOVY!" she almost shouted.
They dried off quickly and Art led her to his and Marge's bedroom. A twinge of guilt went through him at the thought of doing it on the same bed where Marge slept, but he suspected he was less guilty about what he was doing than he was about his ability to do it. With Marge, he wouldn't have had the erection that was throbbing so the moment.
He pulled Fluffy back on looked straight down at her.
"You a virgin?"
Fluffy laughed. "Not after my brother caught up with me!"
He wondered whether he should put his foot down about Emmy seeing this girl. He felt Fluffy could be a bad influence on his daughter. He noticed how full and womanly her crotch looked. His mouth watered at the sight of the little red triangle of hair, the soft, pinkish lips.
"Spread your legs," he said. It was almost an order.
"Sure thing, Art," Fluffy said. Her thighs parted and his face immediately shot down to her vagina. She let out a grunt and bucked her pelvis up.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Fluffy felt his tongue go inside with no preliminaries. He was licking her hole hard. She continued to buck her pelvis up.
"OHHHHH, EAT MEEEEE!" she moaned.
She had been eaten only a few times. Most of the boys she saw were interested in only two things: a blow job or fucking. But each time she had felt a mouth on her pussy, it drove her wild! She grabbed Art's hair and began to grind her pussy on his mouth.
"Yeah! Eat me! Eat me out GOOD! OWWWWW, SHIT! You'll make me go crazy with your mouth!" Art grabbed her white, soft little asscheeks and slowed her motions. He held her still and continued to shoot his mouth and. tongue deeply inside her hole, tasting the young-girl pussy. It was the first time he'd ever eaten one so young. He felt his cock getting harder than it had been for years. Thrill after thrill shot through him while he tongued her.
"OWWWWW!" Fluffy moaned. She grabbed her tit with one hand and her left breast with the other. She pinched and squeezed the clit as hard as she could. The flesh was wet from his mouth and hard to hold onto. Suddenly, he pulled his mouth off her cunt.
"I'm gonna fuck your skinny ass off you, gal," he said.
"Let me suck you and make it good and wet first," Fluffy panted.
Art crawled up and dangled his cock and balls over her face. He slapped her on the nose with the thick shaft.
"Suck it then. Make it as wet as you want."
Fluffy had never taken one on this size. She began to wonder if her pussy was up to the challenge. She squeezed the cock and felt it throb so hard it almost flew out of her hand. The little at the end of the head was winking, wide open. Clear fluid was oozing out and running down the underside of the pink glans.
"Wow, Art, you're hung like a fucking horse," Fluffy said.
Again Art was offended by the kind of language such a young girl would use in front of grown-ups. He decided that Emmy would definitely have to stop seeing this girl. When she came home-
"Suck it, then and stop talking about it!" Art snapped.
Fluffy's green eyes widened. She smiled at him.
"Yes, sir!" she said.
Her rather small mouth opened and her tongue shot out. It began to lick all over the head, lapping up the drops of clear fluid as she went. When the pink knob was dripping with saliva she brought it into her mouth. Her lips were almost painfully stretched to accommodate the size, but she was determined to give him a blow job he'd never forget.
Art rested his hands on the top of her head and sighed.
"Whewwwwww-!" he whistled through his teeth.
He let her suck on the head for a moment, getting it wet and ready for a deep plunge. She quickly went around the shaft, licking and sucking, then she placed the head back in her mouth. With no warning, Art gave a mighty shove and plowed her tight young throat until he seemed to get stuck, about two-thirds of the way in.
Fluffy grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him toward her hard. He buried his cock the rest of the way. Her nose was burned in his curly black pubic hair. His fat nuts were rolling off her chin.
"UGGHH!" Fluffy choked.
He pulled his cock out very slowly. By the time he'd removed it from her mouth, she was gasping for air.
"AHHHH!" Fluffy cried. "That fucking makes me HOT!"
He could see her back arched and her pelvis rotating in circles. He quickly scooted down and shoved a pillow under her ass. Her hipbones stuck gauntly out, but her thighs were already taking on a lovely plumpness. He bent down, gave the pussy a wet once-over, and then he moved in on his knees and lined up the head of his cock with her hole.
"Go ahead!" Fluffy cried. "It'll be the tightest piece of ass you ever got!"
"Just let me get hold of the steering gear," he said, reaching up and grabbing her delicious little breasts in his hands. Then he flexed his butt and tore straight in, brutally, not stopping until he had banged his balls on her ass.
Fluffy raised her thighs higher and shrieked.
"Oh, you fucking pig-splitter!"
Art pulled out a few inches and plunged in again.
"OOF!" Fluffy gasped. She dug her fingernails into the hairy cheeks of his ass and threw her thighs straight back. "FUCK ME NOW! COME ON, POP, TEAR MY PUSSY UP!"
Art began to plow her in hard, steady strokes. She was, indeed, the tightest thing he'd ever had his cock into. In fact, it was the FIRST cunt he'd been into since his erection problem had started almost a year ago. He couldn't believe how his rod was responding to the child. It threatened to explode any second. He didn't know how long he could continue. If she was a late comer, he figured, he could finish her with his mouth.
Fluffy wasn't a late comer by any means. Her whole womb had turned to boiling lava and a volcanic eruption was beginning to bubble angrily.
"GIVE FT TO MEEEEEE!!" Fluffy cried.
Art started slamming her harder.
"YES! YES!" Fluffy screamed in his ear. "YOU'RE MAKING ME COME! OH, SHIT, YOU'RE GETTING ME THERE! AGGGGHH!"
Art's balls tightened and he got ready to shoot a hard load through his throbbing erection. It was the most wonderful sensation he'd had in a long time.
"GAGGGHHH!" Art howled. "MES, TOO! ME FUCKING TOO! UNNNNGH!"
His load began to spurt up and out and he drenching the walls of her cunt. The cunt began to grasp him in convulsive little squeezes. Fluffy's scream had tapered off to a series of low little cries. She was riding out her orgasm by fucking her pussy up and down on his spurting pole. By the time he began to soften, her storm was blowing over and she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"How was that for wild young pussy, Art?" she asked. "Look, if you like to play the father figure, I've got some other friends who'd like to have you daddy them like you did me."
Art was amazed! Could it be that there was a colony of little nymphos in this town? The mere thought of it had his cock beginning to rise again. Fluffy felt it, too. She beamed happily.
"Doubles, Art?" she asked.
"Doubles, brat!" Art said. He slammed into her so hard she saw stars.
Chapter Seven
Frank stared at the pictures in disbelief!
"Why, what the fuck do you think you can do with pictures you took so illegally? You'll end up in prison!"
"Now, now," Griffin said. "I had no intention of keeping these pictures. In fact, I'm willing to turn over the prints and negatives to you. I've had my fun with them. I can't help it. I guess you'd call me a watcher. It's my favorite way to get my nuts."
"Listen, Griffin," Frank said. "Cut the crap! You had the nerve to tell me you'd seen Emmy and me fucking and I'd have to let you do the same thing or you'd blab about me fucking my daughter-right?"
"So?" Griffin said.
"So when I told you to kiss my ass you bring me in here and show me the pictures. Then you expect me to believe that you're willing to just hand them over-the answer about Emmy is still no!"
"Don't get huffy," Griffin said. "I'm still giving you the prints and negatives. At least, I think those are all the prints. If I ever run into a duplicate set I'll destroy them, of course."
Frank glared at him angrily.
"And-I guess you'd always be wondering if maybe there was another set of prints I can't remember-and wonder if the wrong people ever would see them-"
"You bastard!" Frank snarled. "The answer is still NO!"
"Sure, sure," Griffin said. "Well-here's the negatives and here's the prints. At least, I think that's all of them. And don't try to cause me any trouble, either. What could you do? Complain to the police that I spied on you when you fucked your daughter in the ass? Whewwww-!"
He let out a slow whistle.
"If you don't mind," Griffin said, "I have a lot of paperwork to do."
He bent his head to his desk and began sorting through papers.
Frank thought fast. Sometimes you had to lose a little to win. He hesitated until Griffin looked up again.
"Okay, Griffin, but if you double-cross me I'll come back and make hamburger out of you!"
"Now we're talking," Griffin said.
"You want to fuck Emmy in the ass? That what you said?"
"You didn't give me a chance to finish," Griffin said. "That was only half of it, I would have gone on to say that I wanted to fuck her in the ass while you fucked her pussy. I mean a good old-fashioned sandwich fuck!"
Frank's eyes bulged.
"A WHAT?" Frank shouted.
"Oh, come on, now," Griffin said. "Those pictures are worth it, don't you think?"
Frank nodded his head slowly.
"Okay, Griffin. Just once. And no funny games."
"Now you're talking, Frank."
Emmy was a bundle of mixed emotions when Uncle Frank brought Mr. Griffin into the motel room. She liked the motel owner and she thought he was cute-not as cute as Uncle Frank but cute just the same-but this would only be the second man to ever fuck her.
Then Uncle Frank told her that Mister Griffin wanted to fuck her in the ass and she became frightened. The motel owner pulled out an already erect club and pointed to it.
"With this!" he said, smiling at Emmy. Emmy looked at the cock and shuddered. It was just as long as Uncle Frank's and it was even thicker. As big around as her forearm. She wondered if she could let any man but Uncle Frank fuck her that way. And this one looked impossibly big-
"Don't argue about it, Emmy," Frank Said. "It's important that we have this threesome with Mister Griffin. Quick, get out of your clothes."
Frank and Emmy and Griffin began to quickly remove their clothes. Emmy's eyes were all over the newcomer. She was impressed with his body, and especially his dick, but she liked her uncle's physique better. Mister Griffin was older-a little heavier.
When they were completely stripped, Emmy asked a question.
"What did you mean by 'threesome,' Daddy?"
She had been instructed to address him this way in front of other people.
"Oh-uh-we'll discuss that a little later, sugar. Now why don't you make Mister Griffin's cock nice and wet so he'll be able to fuck you the way he wants to fuck you."
Griffin spread out on his back and put his hands under his head. His fat club was sticking straight up, throbbing. Emmy crouched over between his, thighs and began licking the head around and around. When it was glistening with saliva, she began to lick wetly up and down the shaft. She compared the taste of Mister Griffin's cock to Uncle Frank's. She decided she liked it almost as well, and in some ways even better. Its extra thickness excited her.
Frank crouched down behind Emmy spread the cheeks of her ass. He leaned and in. In a moment he was wetly sucking at her drooping little pussy lips. By pushing his face in even harder he was able to stab her hole from the rear. The familiar warmth that his tongue caused quickly began to heat his nose and mouth and chin. She began to push her body back, encouraging him to eat her deeper.
His mouth worked its old magic spell on her loins. They were sinking into a slow fire. She began sucking Griffin's cock and shoving it halfway down her throat. Its thickness never allowed it to go all the way.
Uncle Frank's mouth shot away from her pussy and licked up to the little puckered asshole. His tongue shot in and started licking it wetly, putting as much spit there as he could. He wanted her as well lubricated as possible for the ordeal she was about to go through. Emmy started shoving her ass against his face, delirious with happiness over the sensation he was giving her.
Griffin lifted Emmy's head off his cock.
"Climb up and sit down on it now," he said to the young girl. Face in the direction of your daddy. It'll go in easier that way."
Emmy quickly climbed up and straddled the giant erection. She reached down and brought the fat head to her rectum. As soon as she tried to force just the tiniest bit of it inside her she realized that they would have to forget the whole thing. There was no way this monster would fit.
"Look," Emmy said, "we can't do it that way because-"
Her words were cut short and a scream came tearing from her mouth.
Griffin had placed his hands on her hips and yanked her straight down, forcefully. Half of his fat log shot tearing past the sphincter muscle and into her rear channel.
"AAAAAAGH!" Emmy cried, her mouth hanging stupidly open and her head falling back. "OH, GOD, NO! IT'S TOO BIG! OH, UNCLE-I MEAN DADDY! OH, PLEASE DONT LET HIM DO IT!"
Tears were streaming down Emmy's face. Frank felt sorry for her.
"Just relax, sugar," he said. "You know how good it feels when you relax. Then you get the old heat starting up, and then you go wild!"
Griffin knew exactly what Frank was talking about. He'd seen Emmy go through these stages at very close range.
Emmy was furious that Uncle Frank wasn't showing her pleas more concern. He acted as though the cock in her ass wouldn't kill her! She knew it would. She figured it would tear her so badly inside she'd have to go to some horrible hospital and get it all sewn up!
Griffin gave Emmy's hips another yank and managed to shove another several inches inside the rectum. He was more than two-thirds there now. But Emmy screamed again.
"AEEOOOWWW! YOU'RE TEARINF ME UP, YOU BASTARD!"
Griffin yanked her down again. This time he lifted his pelvis straight into the air. He lifted her body with it and forced her to sink all her weight onto the fat pole.
"AGGGHHHH!" Emmy screamed.
"Hush, sugar," Frank said, running his hand through her hair. "You got it all the way inside now. Just let it stay there and it'll stop hurting, you'll see. Just like it did with me."
Emmy had almost fainted, but his words slowly sank in. She tried to relax her muscles around the thick invader. Really, everything back there still seemed to be in one piece, although she was stretched beyond her limit. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead but she had to admit it wasn't the horrible thing it had seemed to be at first. Frank noticed that she was more relaxed.
"That's right, sugar," he said, "now that you're getting used to the feel, why don't you start to go up and down on it a little bit. See how much you can push in and out."
Emmy reached down and grabbed her clit. Slue to rub and twirl the little button. In a moment she felt the heat returning. She closed her eyes while she bobbed, feeling the lovely sensations coming back. Uncle Frank was right. He was always right. She sensed something near her face and opened her eyes.
"Suck on this, sugar. Get it real wet now!"
She wondered momentarily why he wanted his cock wet right now, but she obediently leaned forward and took it into her mouth. After sucking Griffin, this one was a cinch. She took Frank's cock all the way down on the first plunge. He held it in her throat while she worked the muscles against it. Then she would come up for air and plunge down again. The cock in her ass was beginning to feel better and better. She found herself actually trying to force it into her a little bit harder.
Suddenly, Frank pulled his cock out of her throat. He winked at Griffin. Griffin made sure his cock was all the way up Emmy's ass, then he grabbed her and pulled her straight back, across his belly and chest. He reached around and took her nipples in his hands, pinching them.
"You wanted to know about the threesome part, sugar," Frank said. "Well, it means that Mister Griffin and I are going to both fuck you at the same time. While he's got his cock up your ass, I'm going to stick mine into your adorable little pussy!"
Emmy's eyes grew wide with horror. She was sure nothing like this could possibly happen, and she was surprised at Uncle Frank for even thinking it was possible. But she realized that they could force her to try such a thing and she became genuinely frightened.
"BUT UNC-DADDY! You know that can't be done! It's impossible! Please-don't try to-what are you DOING!?"
Frank had crawled up and his wet, throbbing cock was lining itself up between the stretched little lips of her vagina. He gave a press and found the tip of the head finding the hole. He already knew it would be a terribly tight squeeze, but if his instincts about Emmy were right, she'd come through it like a trouper.
"NO, PLEEEASE!" Emmy cried once. Then he thrust and stabbed brutally into her cunt. Her mouth hung open and she turned her head from side to side, not knowing what to do, Her entire crotch felt like one gaping hole, with a telephone pole stuffed up it.
Frank gave another shove and buried himself all the way. His and Griffin's tight nuts just barely missed touching. Emmy's head was raising and lowering now, thrashing around in circles from time to time. Her mouth was drawn back into a tight snarl, and little choking sounds were coming from her throat.
Frank pushed Griffin's hands away from her breasts and leaned over. He began to capture each of the cherry-red nipples between his lips in turn, sucking and biting them. Emmy's hands shot to his head and pulled his mouth against her breasts harder. He almost smiled, knowing that she was beginning to feel something good, even before she realized it.
The two men could fee! each other's cocks on either side of the thin wall of membrane that separated them. They began to time their strokes so that they plunged in at the same time, hitting home from front and back simultaneously.
"UNGH! UNGHS UNGH!" Emmy began to moan, over and over. She was aware that strange things were happening to her below, even though her present position made it confusing to know whether they good or bad. One thing that was warming her up was Uncle Frank's mouth on her breasts. She felt like holding him there, giving her one reassuring indication that she'd come out of the experience alive. She held his head to her breasts like a security blanket.
Frank had begun to match faster strokes with Griffin. They were knocking the wind out of Emmy each time they slammed home, but they were powerless to stop the pace. Each of them was more turned on than he had been in a long, Song time. Frank had only participated in one other sandwich fuck. It was also a girl about Emmy's age, with her mother's gardener as the second party, They had double-fucked her in a little boat hut, on the pier where her father kept his cabin cruiser.
The girl had ended up asking them, two weeks later, to do it to her again. But they never got together after the first time.
Griffin was the first of the three to begin sweating profusely. Emmy was sliding around on his belly and chest.
"EEEOONNGG!" he grunted. "SQUEEZE MY COCK WITH THAT ASS OF YOURS! YOU'LL MAKE ME WHITEWASH YOUR INSIDES!"
Frank noticed that Griffin's strokes were getting longer and deeper. He didn't try to match them anymore. He fucked faster, wanting to get to his own climax and worry about Emmy's.
Emmy began a low moan-almost an animal sound. It began to rise in intensity until it was becoming a scream.
"Don't worry!" Griffin panted, getting very near his orgasm. "These places are practically soundproof!"
Frank let Emmy continue to moan in this sub-human way. He wondered if they had pushed her over the brink of sanity with the double fuck. It was possible that she could be slipping over the edge and he got a little worried. Just when he was considering pulling out, her pussy began to clutch his cock and the wail stopped.
"OH, YESSSSSS-!" Emmy hissed. "Now I know what it's like to get fucked! To be fucked in my two holes at the same time! OHHHH, OH GOD! YESSSS-DO ITTO MEEEEE! Shove them both inside me at the same tune! You're setting me on fire! AGGGHHHHH!"
She began to rotate her pelvis around, and bucked back and forth at the same time. She would work as much as Griffin's rod into her ass as she could, then she'd fuck forward and bury Frank to the hilt. Both men stopped fucking for a moment and" let her do the work. Her pace became more and more frantic.
"AGGGHH! AGGHH!" Emmy groaned. "OH, FUCCCKKKK!"
"I CANT HOLD IT!" Griffin hollered. He clutched Emmy's hips tightly and slammed his cock into her rectum in several brutally hard thrusts. "GAAAAAGH!"
She felt his cum begin to flood her rear channel. It felt warm and soothing. She started to milk the shaft as hard as she could, using her rectal muscles even more fiercely than she had done with Uncle Frank. At the same time her cunt walls had begun to squeeze him from the front, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer.
"OH, SHIT, SUGAR! HERE IT IS!" Frank shouted. His cum was gushing into her pussy even before he got the words out.
Emmy felt her pussy and ass being flooded at the same time. She groaned and her eyes grew very wide. A veritable dam was bursting inside her, with more impact than it had ever done before. A tidal wave broke over her and threatened to drag her down, drowning in a sea of cum.
"UNNNNNGH!" she wailed, moving her pelvis back and forth like a vibrator.
Both men felt her exploding. Frank kept his face buried in her breasts and Griffin pulled her head back against his shoulder. He let her suck and bite his fingers until her climax was ended. She began to sob and tears streamed down her cheeks. He stroked her hair and waited while the two cocks inside her deflated. By the time they were ready to slip out, her pelvis had stopped convulsing.
They left Emmy on the bed asleep while they dressed and went back to the office. Griffin took Frank to a small cabinet in his darkroom, in back of the motel office. He unlocked a cabinet and took out an additional two sets of prints.
"This is everything. I swear it. You can search the place if you want to. Search me, too."
Frank took the negatives and the total of three sets of prints. He put them in his jacket pocket.
"I believe you, Griffin," he said. Then, as quick as a shot, his fist swung out and caught the motel-owner's jaw. Griffin sprawled back and hit the floor halfway between the darkroom and the office. He was out cold.
"That was for spying and blackmail," Frank said, stepping over the unconscious body. He walked back to the room and shook Emmy awake.
"What is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
"We're leaving right now. This minute. Throw your things together and help me pack the car."
Not much about this trip surprised Emmy by now. She got up and wearily did what he told her to do.
Chapter Eight
It was only by chance that Marge wore the black imitation leather miniskirt to Detective DeFore's office. She had black leather boots, too, and a black, pullover jersey top. Her red hair contrasted the somber colors brilliantly, adding new green to her eyes. She was aware that she looked good, and that DeFore had given her some interesting glances in the past, but it was the first tune she noticed something else in his expression. It was almost a pleading-as though he wanted her to understand something about him.
DeFore tried hard to concentrate on business. Marge was crossing and uncrossing her legs from where she sat across his desk from him.
"We've traced your brother-in-law to a motel almost five hundred miles from here." He gave her the location. "Finally got him through a used-car dealer nearby. He couldn't use a fake name for that transaction. Anyway, the dealer had the address of a motel."
"But he could have left there by now."
"He could have. But it's worth a try. Perhaps the manager will give us a valuable piece of information. Who knows? I'm going there tonight, Should be there in the early afternoon."
"I really appreciate the way you've stayed with this case," Marge said. "I'm almost positive my daughter isn't in any harm, you understand, but until I know exactly where she is I won't be able to relax. It's all been rather a-strain on me."
DeFore decided she was the best-stacked broad he'd ever seen in his life. He loved big-breasted women, especially when they were perfectly formed, like Marge's. He thought he was aware of a certain interest in him, but he felt a little shy about making the first move. The outfit she was wearing today, however, might inspire him to new courage. He felt his cock getting erect as he talked to her.
He wondered if she might have sensed his little quirk. He didn't see how she could have-unless she was a very intuitive woman. Some were like that-
But when he saw her come into the office with the leather skirt and boots-all in black-he'd gotten the impression she'd dressed this way deliberately. And he was particularly horny this morning. Sandra, a girl he often invited to his apartment, had stood him up. Just when he was in a high state of anticipation for the feel of Sandra swinging a belt down across his ass. Making him lick her boots, ordering him to suck her pussy. Punishing him when he wasn't a good boy-
When Marge had walked in this morning he'd gotten a sudden picture of her in his mind-wearing the same black leather boots she had on now but dressed also in black leather panties and a black leather brassiere to house those beautiful big tits! She would be standing over him, sneering down, giving him orders that. would result in either physical pain for him, or humiliation.
When he finished making his report, she seemed reluctant to go. She asked him for a cigarette and settled in for a little social chat, Marge crossed her leg and let her miniskirt creep up very high. She knew that if he cared to look he could tell the color of her panties. She had thought, during their visits, that he was interested in her, but he seemed reluctant to come to the point. The miniskirt and boots were the only thing in her wardrobe she thought might make her look a little sexier. She supposed it took a lot of stimulation for some men. It certainly did for Art.
"I like your boots," he said, finally.
Marge held a foot out and seemed to examine the boot. She knew she was giving him an even better look up her skirt. She had capped the outfit with black nylon bikini panties. The skirt and jersey top were adorned with a wide, black leather belt around the waist. She felt strangely evil, dressed this way. It was a hooker's outfit, almost. But maybe it would do the trick.
"Yes, they ARE nice, aren't they?" Marge said.
Defore's eyes narrowed.
"I mean I REALLY like them!"
Marge didn't know what to say.
"OH!" she sputtered out. "I'm really glad you like them, too. There don't seem to be too many people around who appreciate good boots these days-"
DeFore's head shot up. The implication from her was crystal clear, he thought. He jumped up, ran around his desk, and fell to his knees in front of her.
"I appreciate boots, Mama! Believe me, I appreciate them! Oh, please! Just let me kiss the toe of this one. If you order me to do it, I'll lick the polish right off it!" His head shot down and he brought the toe of her right book to his mouth. He began to plant soft little kisses on it.
Marge stared down with horror! He was acting like her slave! Marge wasn't an uneducated woman and she quickly sensed what was happening. This man apparently was turned on by dominance and humiliation. Her first instinct was to jump up and run from the office, but her better sense took over.
If she made a big scene, he might drop the case. And she needed his information badly now. Then, she had to admit that she'd come here this morning with the express intention of seducing him. There was still a good chance of getting his cock inside her horny pussy. Art had been simply impossible in bed lately-Her third reason for staying didn't register in her conscious mind for a while, but it was a deciding factor.
She had a certain curiosity about the cruel games this man wanted to play with her. Since he obviously wanted her to be the dominant one, she could at least gauge the extent of her cooperation. She found that a serious expression fell quite naturally to her face, and her voice deepened to a husky, sultry whisper.
"Now lick the other one!" she said, sounding like she meant business.
A shiver of pleasure went through DeFore. He was a big, athletic man with curly blond hair and blue-gray eyes. Marge considered him very handsome and desirable. Since her problems with Art's virility had come up, she found herself noticing other men more and more. Wondering how they looked stripped naked, how they'd be in bed. She'd make up her mind that Detective DeFore would excel in these qualities. He went to her other boot, licking up the sides and across the tops. Then he looked up at her.
"I'll bet Mama wouldn't let me eat her pussy because I didn't lick the boots good enough, would she?"
"Of course not!" Marge snarled, fitting right In with the game.
"Well, if I 'have to let her spank my ass with her leather belt, then I guess it's worth it-if she'll let me eat her pussy."
Marge caught on. She stood up and unbuckled her belt.
"Take your pants down and get on all fours!" she snapped.
DeFore stood up quickly and unbuckled his belt. His pants and shorts were around his ankles in seconds. Marge took a long, appraising look at his body. His heavy, strong thighs were matted with the blondest hair she'd ever seen. His balls were big and hanging low. And over them, a cock that melted her heart. It wasn't any bigger than Art's really, but that was plenty big and the nicest thing about this one was that it was starting to stick straight out.
DeFore dropped down to the floor again and got on all fours. He stuck his muscular buttocks up for her inspection. They were very white and perfectly smooth, which surprised her, because he was quite hairy otherwise. His body, as a matter of fact, was even better than she'd hoped for. She quickly whipped out of her miniskirt. Then she slipped off the jersey top, Her brassiere was black, too and with the boots, she knew she looked like those women Marge sometimes saw on the cover's of men's magazines.
She folded the belt and carried it in her hand while she took a slow walk around him. His eyes stole little peeks up at her and the transformation was almost complete. Marge looked like a heavy disciplinarian. He shuddered with blissful anticipation. It came in seconds.
THWACK!
She was standing in back of him. Her belt had swung down with more strength than she knew she possessed. It cracked sharply against one of his smooth buttocks. A red line immediately appeared, and Marge's heart raced with excitement!
DeFore closed his eyes and moaned contentedly.
THWANG!
The next blow was harder, falling across the same buttock and making a line that criss-crossed the other. She saw DeFore's whole body shake, as though he were getting ready to shoot his load.
THWACK! THWACK! THWANG!
The blows started raining down on his ass. Marge felt the crotch of her panties getting damp. She attacked his buttocks with a kind of wild, passionate frenzy. When she rested, panting, she saw that his once-white asscheeks were now almost a bright scarlet. One red line had fallen on top of another until the solid globes were spider-webbed with rising welts.
"Turn over and lie on your back!" Marge snarled. "And hurry up about it!"
DeFore quickly rolled over. His cock was raging hard and he was holding it around the base. She wondered how the short bristles of the carpet felt against his tender ass.
"Did I tell you-you could play with yourself?" she asked sneering.
"I'm sorry, Mama!" he said, quickly taking his hand away.
Marge slipped her panties down very slowly. She managed to pull them over her leg-hugging boots and tossed them down, directly onto his face. Then she pushed them carefully off his face with the toe of her boot.
"Did they smell good?"' she asked sweetly.
"Yes," he answered.
"HOW good?" she barked, shoving the sole of her boot against the side of his face.
"They smelled the best of anything in the whole world. Like the most wonderful perfumes ever made-Hike all the flowers in France-like all the hamburgers and french fries and-"
His voice stopped when he noticed that she had straddled his face and her crotch was slowly sinking down to his mouth.
"That pleases Mama," she said in a seductive voice, "You may kiss Mama's pussy all over. But you mustn't use your tongue until I tell you-you can, or Mama will never give you her pussy to kiss in the future-"
She lowered herself until she felt her vagina come into contact with his nose. She moved the hairy pussy lips over his mouth and felt his lips make puckering little movements while he planted light little kisses from one end of her cunt to the other.
"Now just the very tip of your tongue," she sighed.
She felt the tongue tip come out and barely touch her pussy. It ran up and down the length of the lips, but it never pressed them hard.
Marge stared at his cock, waving in the air before her eyes, in complete rapture. Heavy veins ran all over the shaft, and it was so hard it was throbbing. She could tell that he was primed good, and she hadn't seen meat in this condition in ages!
"Now put your whole tongue in there!" she ordered. "And lick me out good! If you don't get my pussy HOT I'll beat your ass until it bleeds! And you'll never suck Mama's pussy again!"
His tongue came shooting out and straight into her hole. It started to swirl and probe, while his mouth sucked furiously.
My god! It feels like four inches! Marge moaned to herself.
The only person who'd ever eaten her so well was Frank. But even Frank didn't seem to have this man's frenzied desire to please her.
Marge felt the walls of her pussy melt against his tongue. She found herself bouncing up and down, occasionally grinding her cunt extra hard against his face.
She reached out and gave his thick cock a. squeeze: Several clear drops of fluid ran out the hole. She leaned forward and licked them up.
"UNNNNNNNNGH!" he groaned.
"HMMMMMM-!" Marge groaned back. "You're eating Mama's pussy so nice she might let you fuck it!"
He ate her cunt harder then ever.
"But first Mama will have to get her little boy's cock all nice and wet!"
She continued to buck her pelvis into his face while she bent down and took his cock into her mouth. The head was all that would fit. She made it as wet as possible, then began to try forcing more of the shaft down Her throat. It was hard work, but in a few moments she had the entire pole glistening and shiny. Her pussy was so hot against his mouth that her juices were flowing freely, and she knew she didn't have to worry too much about lubricating him, but she had yearned to get her mouth around his rod many times, and this had given her an excuse.
She pulled her pussy away from his mouth and began to move down to his crotch. She faced his feet, knowing that she could make it go deeper this way. And how her womb ached to have this beautiful, hard cock banging into it!
She held the slippery rod and guided it under her. As soon as it began to stretch her cunt lips she knew she had found just what she'd been needing for a long time. Something to really stretch her and fill her up. Her tunnel was aching for a big dick so badly it almost hurt. And DeFore's cock had grown bigger.
Marge sank down and let the cock begin to slide in. Once she had to stop, pull it out, and. start over again. This time it began to go in with nothing to stop it, but it was the biggest one she'd ever had inside her, and he seemed to be touching places that had never been touched before, except possibly by Frank.
"AGGGHHHHH!" Marge cried. "PLAY WITH MY BUTTOCKS!"
DeFore reached down and cupped her perfect globes in his hands. He spread them and massaged them, moved them back and forth to give her greater sensation.
"OWWWWW, MAMA LIKES HER LITTLE BOY'S COCK. WILL HE MAKE IT SPIT INSIDE MAMA?"
"Yuh-yeah!" DeFore panted. She was sliding almost all the way up and down his rod now, and he was so hot he had to bite his lip and try to talk himself out of coming.
Marge's legs got tired and she slumped her head forward for a moment. Then it shot back and she started rising up and off the pole. She stood up and looked down at DeFore.
"Now Mama's little boy has got to be very naughty," she said. "Because Mama wants a really good reason to punish him the next time!"
DeFore's heart raced with excitement!
"What do you want me to do, MAMA?"
"I want you to throw Mama down on the floor and hold her there, and rape her! I want you to fuck her so hard she won't be able to walk! And you know how angry that's going to make her!"
DeFore sprang to his feet without another second wasted. He grabbed Marge's right arm and began to twist it behind her back.
"Down, you fucking bitch!" he hissed. "Get your ass down there on the floor!"
He was hurting her arm and forcing her. It didn't take much persuasion before he had shoved her onto her back, crouching over her. But he continued to hold her arm pinned behind her while he aimed the head of his cock into her pussy. It sailed in immediately, so fast it took her breath away. Then DeFore placed his thighs on the outside of hers and squeezed her satiny legs together.
"You'll feel it now, you bitch!" he hissed. "You'll fucking think you're getting my leg up there!"
DeFore began slamming away and Marge started moaning. It was true! With her legs being held together, the cock felt twice as big! Her pussy walls began squeezing him, trying to make even more friction.
"Oh, god, you're killing me!" Marge loudly. "OWWWW, fuck me harder and HARDER! Fuck me until I can't stand up! Oh, ball Mama HARD! HARDER! HARDER!"
Her cunt had turned to molten lava. She was so wet inside that he had no trouble fucking in and out at a rapid rate. He was using long strokes, and bouncing off her thighs with each inward thrust. Then she seemed to go wild!
"COME IN MAMA! COME IN MAMA! I'M THERE! I-AH-OH-AAAGGH! MAMA, OH, OH, OH! CUMMMIIINNNGGG!"
DeFore started moving like a jackhammer into her. His balls were tightening up and he felt the first stirrings of his load on its way.
"I'll cream you, Mama!" he panted. "Ill give you enough cream to put on your strawberries!"
"NOW!" Marge screamed. Her nails dug into his sensitive buttocks. "UNNNNNNGH! AHHHHHHH! OWWWWWW! OH, CUM NOWWW!"
DeFore groaned when his load began to spurt into her cunt, but his sounds were lost under hers. He had to yank her hands away from his buttocks. The nails were digging into him painfully. She was unaware of what she did. Her mind was concentrating on only one thing at the time, and that was the fulfillment of her crashing climax. It was the best orgasm she'd had in ages. She cursed Frank for not giving her a quick one, at least, before he spirited Emmy away from their home.
DeFore still had her thighs pressed tightly together, and they were still this way when he slid his deflating cock out of her pussy. He knew he'd filled her tunnel with his juices, and there were her own, added to the slimy condition, Marge opened her eyes and stared at him.
"Was I a bad boy?" DeFore asked.
Marge smiled.
"You were a very, very bad boy. There'll be plenty of times when I'll have to punish you for this morning."
DeFore gave a little cry and buried his in her crotch, licking up the juices.
Chapter Nine
Frank and Emmy made good time that morning. She seemed to be in good spirits, perhaps because of the memory of the sandwich fuck he and Griffin had given her the night before. He'd seldom seen her so turned on.
Shortly after lunch, Emmy made a request.
"Could we get a motel with a pool? And pick me up a bathing suit?"
"Maybe."
Emmy seemed very happy.
"Well, if we're going to do that, why don't we pull into a place early. Then I'll have part of the afternoon to swim."
Frank thought for a moment. He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze through the polyester material of his slacks.
"And if we get the motel with the pool for you, what do I get for me?" He smiled after he asked her.
She thought he looked very handsome that morning. He was wearing tan slacks and a brown polo shirt. The clothes accented his rugged physical appeal. Emmy decided to put her foot down for some clothes. At least he had a suitcase with him, but she was still wearing the same jeans, alternating them with a couple of extra tops she'd brought in her small bag.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked by way of an answer.
"First of all, I want you to get your face down here and suck my cock!"
Emmy was shocked!
"Right HERE? On the highway? While we're DRIVING?"
"That's right," Frank answered. "Go ahead, unzip me and take it out. Hurry up!"
Emmy didn't argue with him. She wanted to sleep in a decent room and have a pool to entertain her. And color TV! She reached over and, using both hands, got his fly all the way unzipped.
"Take it out now! Hurry! It's getting hard!"
Emmy reached in. His jockey shorts were never tight on him and she had no trouble scooping her hand into the opening and hauling out his cock before its erect condition made this difficult.
"My nuts, too!" he moaned. "Get my balls out and lick them! I want a fucking good job, do you understand?"
Emmy did. She knew she was about to perform her half of a bargain. And she'd be asking for a lot in return. When his cock and balls were pulled all the way through his fly she looked up at him.
"Aren't you afraid somebody driving along will see us?"
"Oh, for God's sake, sugar, just shut up and get down there and start sucking! I'm so fucking horny I'm gonna cream my slacks!"
Emmy made a dive for his lap. His cock was already getting stiff and poking up in the air. She squeezed her head down between his lap and the steering wheel and came directly down on the pole. She soaked the head in her mouth for a minute, then began moving down the shaft. Frank threw his head back and sighed. Emmy's position was awkward, and interfering with his driving arm.
"Get on your hands and knees," he said. "Then just slip your face down under my arms, and try sucking me that way."
Emmy got on her hands and knees and slid her face down to his lap. Now, by raising one arm just a little, she didn't hinder his driving at all. He felt her mouth close over the head again and start to sail directly down. She had become a terrific cocksucker since he'd taken her under his wing. He decided, in fact, that there was nothing Emmy couldn't learn to do well. He was sure she'd be a lot more popular at school in the future. She often complained that the other girls thought she was a prude.
A sudden, perverse thought struck him. The way Emmy was crouched on the seat next to him, her ass was sticking high into the air, high enough for passersby to notice. He wondered how it would be to treat all those tired traveling salesmen to a little show when they drove by.
"Take your jeans off!" he said.
Emmy pulled her face away from his crotch.
"What?"
"Do what I say. Take off the jeans and the top. And your shoes. And let your hair fall loose so you'll look older. Then go back to sucking my dick!"
Emmy couldn't believe her ears! This was the farthest out thing yet. But she knew it was no use arguing with Uncle Frank. When he made up his mind about something, he held firm. She pulled off her blouse and sat naked to the waist. Then she let her hair fall free on her shoulders. Several cars passed by, but nobody seemed to be looking. She unzipped her jeans and slid them, and her loafers, off. Then she was completely naked.
Frank had unbuckled his trousers and managed to slip them and his jockey shorts down over his knees. Both of them sat completely exposed to the curious stares of cars passing them. He was driving in the center lane of a three-lane highway. This way cars could pass them from either side for a spectacular road show. He held his speed down purposely so that they could be overtaken by many automobiles and trucks.
"Okay, get back on it again," he told Emmy.
Emmy got back into her crouch. Suddenly, the cold air from the open window blew across her buttocks and pussy.
"HEY!" she said. "My bare ass is stuck up to the window!"
"Keep it there," Frank said. "I want cars who pass us to see what they're missing."
Emmy was shocked at first, but then she gave a little giggle and plunged back down on the cock.
Frank saw a red car approaching them from the right. He slowed even more and the car gained on them quickly. Then, when the red car was abreast, Frank accelerated so that they stayed that way. It took a minute for the driver to look over. It wasn't until he was curious to know why Frank's ear was staying alongside him that he turned his head to the left.
"Wiggle your ass around!" Frank said to Emmy.
Emmy wiggled her ass in circles just as the man realized what he was seeing. His mouth and eyes opened wide. Then Frank eased off the gas pedal and he dropped back. The man, his head still turned, continued up the highway. Frank laughed and Emmy pulled her mouth off his cock.
"What's so funny?"
"We just blew some guy's mind! He passed by and saw you wiggling your ass at the window."
Emmy giggled.
"This is fun," she said, going back down on his cock.
A truck was approaching on his left. He saw In the rear-view that there were two drivers. The passenger had his arm crooked out the window and Frank knew he'd get a spectacular peek at the blow-job, even though the man driving would probably not see a thing.
Frank held back again and let the truck cab come abreast. Then he accelerated just enough to hold them in formation. He looked up and saw the passenger in the truck glance down from his elevated height. Frank pulled his chest up and allowed the man a perfect view of Emmy's mouth going all the way up and down the shaft of his thick cock. The man in the truck could also see Emmy's naked body, crouched on the seat nest to Frank.
"SON OF A BITCH!" the man in the truck yelled. "HOW ABOUT SOME OF THAT FOR ALL OF US?"
"Sorry!" Frank called back. "She's under contract." He laughed and pulled back. The man on the passenger side stuck his head out the window and waved. Frank waved back as the truck continued on ahead of him. Then he reached down and pulled the car seat back on its rollers, as far as it could go. He could use the gas pedal perfectly, but he had to stretch his leg. It gave Emmy a lot more room to suck him, especially when she wanted to dive down and lick his nuts all over.
"I know a good show we can put on for them, sugar," Frank said. Emmy pulled her mouth away from his balls.
"What?"
"Well, you get up here and sit down on my lap.! can stick my dick in you and you can work up and down on it until I come."
"But how could you drive like that, Uncle Frank? You wouldn't be able to see."
"I wouldn't have to. I could just keep my foot on the gas and you can steer while we're fucking. If I go too fast, just tell me and I'll ease up. But well both be able to see what the people in the other cars think of the show!"
Emmy laughed merrily and climbed up while Frank scrooched down a bit. As soon as she was on his lap, she took over the steering wheel. He kept the car at a moderate, steady speed while he reached under and guided the head of his cock to her open, ready hole. The way she was crouched, she would be able to take him up to the last inch.
When Emmy felt the cock begin to slide into her cunt she sank down, letting the pole plunge all the way home on the first stab.
"UNNNNGH!" Frank moaned. The car made a little jerk forward but otherwise it maintained the steady speed. He could see through the side-view mirror, but Emmy couldn't.
"Okay, sugar," he said, "there's a car coming up on our left. There are three men in it. When I tell you to, really start giving my rod a ride. Zing up and down on it like it was a pogo stick. Give them a fuck show like they never saw in their lives!"
Emmy continued to steer and waited for her uncle to direct her.
"Okay, NOW, sugar! Now ride it good. Tell me when to use more gas!"
Emmy began to sail up and down on the rod as she steered along. The man in the backseat noticed first, and punched the other two on the shoulder, pointing. The side windows rolled down and everybody but the driver was staring and gawking. "We don't need more gas, Uncle Frank," Emmy cried back, laughing. "They're staying alongside us!"
The men began whistling and yelling things at them.
"Were you an optional feature, sweetheart?"
"Who's your driving teacher?"
"How about riding with me for a while?" Emmy giggled and kept staring straight ahead, except for one time when she turned to them and stuck her tongue out.
"Owwwww, I'll bet she knows how to use her tongue, too!"
"Hey, suck his dick now!"
"Make him suck your titties!"
The car alongside them almost went off the road once. The men inside were having fun with the game, but they decided their safety was more important and they sped ahead.
"Uncle Frank," Emmy said, "this is fun, but if a police car came by we could be in a lot of trouble!"
Frank grabbed her around the hips and began to fuck up into her hot box. It had already started warming up, and he could feel the wetness begin to flow inside. He reached up after he got her moving in the tempo he wanted and pinched her cherry nipples.
"AHHHHHH!" Emmy sighed, throwing her head back. She bobbed up and down on his cock harder. He began to pinch the nipples a little roughly, but she didn't care. Her body felt like an electric heater had been turned on, in her groin, in her breasts, in her legs-
Her pussy was clutching him in frantic little grasps. It felt wet, warm, and tight. He knew he could blow his nuts just by thinking about it.
"Can we pull off the road?" he asked.
"Yes, there's plenty of room."
"Then steer over there while I brake us to a stop."
He applied the brake slowly and Emmy guided them off the highway expertly. When they had stopped he threw the car into parking gear and left the motor running. He pulled her off his prick and forced her down onto her back. The seat was pulled far enough back to make their movements and position comfortable.
He quickly climbed between her legs and pushed her thighs up and back. His cock was already slimy from her juices and he lined up at her hole and slammed brutally into her, making her cry out.
"I'm gonna fuck your pussy right down through this seat!" he groaned.
"Then fuck it and shut up about it!" she replied. "I'm so hot I could set this seat on fire!"
He began slamming in so hard their bodies smacked loudly together.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard it'll come out your fucking ass!" Frank cried, panting. The car was rocking from his thrusts.
"AGGH! AGGH! AGGH!" Emmy cried over and over. Her pussy was yawning, opening up until it surrounded the universe. She felt like she was falling into her own womb, falling a million miles through space-
Frank's cock continued to hammer her young cunt until he couldn't hold off any longer and his cry could be heard echoing down the sunny highway.
Then Emmy's screams could be heard and an orgasm of such violence shot through her that she almost fainted. She bucked her pelvis hard enough to lift him in the air on top of her.
"FUUUUUCK! UNNNNGH! OWWWWWW! AGGGGGHH!"
Her long hair fell across her face and shoulders while she thrashed her head from side to side. She was gasping for breath and her breasts heaved up and down. Frank realized he had taken her to a big one, and he gave her several minutes to calm down before he pulled out. When he did, the first thing he saw whizz by them was a patrol car. His heart leaped, but the car kept right on going.
"Hurry and get dressed, sugar," he said to Emmy. "When I get horny, I don't always use good reasoning."
Emmy remembered his impulsiveness in taking her away from home. Yes, she thought, pulling on her jeans, I agree with you.
The first night at the motel was a pleasure. They both bought swimming trunks and had a wonderful evening splashing around in the pool. Later, Frank went in for a shower and Emmy quickly gathered her change and ran to the pay booth near the office to make her nightly call. She was back long before Frank came out of the shower, looking impatient to be next. He laughed and yanked her back into the shower with him.
The second night, everything just seemed to go wrong. When she made her call, Fluffy was a little upset and didn't want to talk. Emmy was angry, because she went to a lot of risk to take the money from Uncle Frank's pockets and hoped he wouldn't notice how quickly his change disappeared. She was just stepping out of the booth when she saw him standing in front of their room door, glaring.
He met her halfway and grabbed her arm very tightly.
"Who the fuck were you calling?" he asked in a low voice that was full of rage.
"I-uh-nobody. I tried to call that drive-in movie near here to see what was playing tonight-"
"You're a fucking liar!"
Emmy's eyes filled with tears as he led her back to their room. She could tell from the pressure he put on her arm that she was in for a hard time. When they were inside the room he shoved her onto her bed.
"Tell me," he said, "or you won't get out of this room tonight. We won't eat supper and we'll go to a motel with no pool."
"I don't care!" Emmy screamed at him. "I won't tell you!"
Frank walked over to the bed. She was still in her bathing suit, a two-piece bikini. He grabbed the top around one of the breasts cups.
"I'll tear this off you and you won't get another one."
"Go ahead! I hate you!"
Frank gave a yank and the flimsy material of the swim suit tore away from her body. It was ruined, and Emmy began to sob, wearing only the damp bottoms of the suit, thrown down on the bed with her head buried in the mattress.
"You call your parents?" he asked, his voice softer.
Emmy shook her head furiously from side to side.
"NO! No, I swear I didn't!"
"WHO then?"
She knew it would be useless to stall him any longer. He'd keep after her all night if she didn't confess.
"All right," she said, lifting her head from the mattress. "I've been calling my friend Fluffy!"
He grabbed her arm again and yanked her to a sitting position.
"Fluffy? Who the fuck's Fluffy?"
"MY best friend. She's the only person I confess things to. And she tells me her secrets, too."
"What did you tell her?"
"Just about our trip, and the things we do and the places we go-"
"You little idiot! She'll tell your parents."
"No she won't, Uncle Frank! I know she won't! Fluffy never gives a secret away. I told her I was having a good time and not to tell anybody where I am!" Frank seemed to calm down. He casually crossed to his bed and began to remove the sheets.
"What are you doing?" Emmy asked.
He crossed the room and came back to her bed. Then he grabbed her feet and began to tie one of the sheets around them, binding them together. Emmy tried to pull away from him, but he yanked her back roughly.
"When I get through with you, young lady, you'll only make telephone calls when I give you permission!"
Chapter Ten
Griffin was no help to Detective DeFore.
"You already got a description of the car he was driving. That's all I can tell you. When he left with the girl, I was-I was out."
"And he said nothing about where they were going? You don't even know which direction they took?"
"Naw," Griffin replied. "What did he do, anyway?"
"Uh-nothing-I just have to send a report on the girl back to her parents."
"PARENTS!" Griffin exclaimed. "You mean that girl wasn't his daughter?"
DeFore thought maybe he'd already said too much. He thanked Griffin for the information and left the motel, wondering where the owner had gotten such a black eye.
There seemed nothing more he could do on the case without bringing the police in. The car would have to be looked for and alarms would probably go out to several states. If that's what Marge wanted.
He returned to his car and started it up, wondering if his failure to help would make Mama lose interest in her "naughty little boy."
Marge had an appointment at the beauty parlor and then to shop with a girlfriend. Art used the opportunity to get Fluffy back over. He knew they'd have a couple of hours, anyway.
Fluffy smiled when he opened the door.
"Hi, stud, are you alone?" she asked.
Art quickly took her to the bedroom.
"Get out of your clothes and let's get it on," he said. "We don't have much time."
"Wow, you aren't much of a one for foreplay, are you?" she asked, removing her pale brown sundress. Again, he was shocked by her knowledge of sex and her general vulgar manner, but his cock was rising again, and he knew she had the magic secret for turning him on. Or maybe her little girlfriends could do just as well. He certainly intended to find out!
She looked even better today than the first time he'd fucked her. Her body was beginning to tan, her freckles had started everywhere the sun touched her. The contrast on her small tits, where the skin was milky white, and across her buttocks and crotch, was delicious looking. He wanted to run his mouth all over her young body, to taste every inch of her skin.
When he was nude, he walked slowly to the bed and she ran her hands down to her pussy and began squeezing her thighs together.
"Hmmm-bigger than I remembered," Fluffy said.
"Turn over on your stomach," Art said.
"Oh oh!" Fluffy said, flipping over.
Art stared for a long time at her lovely young buttocks. He ran his hands over them for a moment, squeezing them and pulling them apart. He saw her little puckered hole wink at him. His mouth was watering.
Fluffy felt him reach over and lift her red hair from the back of her neck. Then his hot mouth was there, his tongue leaving wet trails where it worked itself over each of her shoulders. Then he licked down to the small of her back.
"OWWWW, ART!" Fluffy sighed. She had gotten gooseflesh.
Art licked over the soft globes of her buttocks. The skin was as delicious as lie had thought it would be. The warm, sweet heat of the sunshine reached his tongue. He licked all over the buttocks and then down to the backs of her thighs. He licked down her calves, and then to her feet.
"WOW!" Fluffy moaned. "That's groovy!"
Art captured her toes in his mouth and began sucking them, first on one foot and then on the other. He had her squirming, pushing her pussy into the mattress.
Then he turned her over.
His tongue began making the same route up, except in front. He paid special attention to her knees, licking and sucking on them, before he traveled up the insides of her thighs. When he reached her throbbing pussy he skirted it and licked up her side until he reached her navel. Her stomach looked so flat and lovely, the suntan separation coming just above her triangular patch of red pubic hair.
Fluffy almost cried out when Art's tongue shot into her navel. He began probing and swirling. She almost giggled, because it tickled. But also, it was adding to the warmth that had begun to course through her blood.
"AHHHHHH!" Fluffy cried. "I'm gonna have to call you Super Tongue!"
Art licked her breasts. She had the sweetest-tasting skin he'd ever come in contact with. He put his mouth over each of the tits in turn, swirling his tongue and making her groan with delight. Then he pulled the nipple through his lips and clamped down, biting softly. Fluffy cried out and grabbed his head, clasping it tightly to her breasts.
"Owwww, daddy! You're getting me so hot I don't think I can stand it."
Art swung up and put his knees on either side of her head. Then he leaned over and pulled her thighs apart. His mouth shot down to her pussy and he began to lick it hungrily, making slurping sounds.
Fluffy saw his cock dangling hotly over her mouth and she assumed he wanted her to suck on it.
One thing about Art, Fluffy thought, he never had any trouble getting it up!
She grabbed the cock around the base and brought it to her lips. Instead of sucking the head into her mouth she flicked her tongue out and began bathing the smooth pink flesh wetly. Each time she put the tip of her tongue into the little hole, it oozed juice out. It became a little game to see how much juice she could tease out.
Fluffy's teasing techniques were making Art so hot his forehead had begun to perspire.
"Get it wet!" he said, pulling his face away from her pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you with it pretty soon!"
Fluffy began to lick the shaft, all around the outside. When it was slippery with her saliva she plunged it into her mouth and pulled her ass down with her hands. She forced the cock all the way into her gullet.
"AGGGGHH!" Art grunted, fucking her face. His shaft plugged her throat all the way to his balls each time he thrust. He knew he couldn't take too much of this and he yanked his body straight up and off her.
"Get on your hands and knees," he said. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind, doggie-style."
Fluffy realized she should have pretended to be innocent of the position, but as a matter of fact she knew it well. Several of her boyfriends liked to take her this way.
"Okay, but I hope I don't get the hiccups again," Fluffy said. She got onto all fours and poked her rump up to Art.
Art's cock was primed and lubricated. So was her cunt. He pushed the head of his prick between the drooping little lips and made contact with the hole, It was al! one quick movement as he continued to shove forward until he had banged her back wall.
"GAAAAAA!" Fluffy cried, rubbing her face against the bed. "What did you put in there, Art? Your fist?"
He didn't like to hear her talk that way, but he was amused just the same. It had been a long time since he'd gotten erect enough to have anybody comment on the size of his cock in their holes. He began to hammer her hard.
Fluffy reached under and grabbed her clit. She pulled on it while he fucked into her and she felt herself almost coming apart!
"OWWWWW, FUUUUUUCK!" she moaned. "DO IT TO ME! Show me what it's like to have a MAN in me! I'm so fucking sick of children!"
Art slammed even rougher. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them. Her little back hole was winking at him again. He wet a finger and shoved it into the asshole to the first knuckle.
"EAAAAYYY!" Fluffy cried out. "OWWWW, holy fuck, keep that up, daddy! Work your finger around in there! It feels better than a cock!"
Her words make his ears perk up.
"What do you mean, it feels as good as a cock?" he asked, fucking slower.
"Oh, a couple of boys I know made me take it that way. You know, they say it proved how much the girl likes them and all that-but I think they just like it because it's tighter!"
Art looked down at his cock, fucking in and out. He was stretching Fluffy's pussy so tightly he was turning an inch of her cunt wails inside out each time he retreated. Then he felt the narrowness of the young girl's anal passage against his finger. He had an irresistible urge to find out how his cock would feel pushing up into that tight little channel.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass, Fluffy," Art said.
"What?" the girl asked, surprised. "Like hell you are! Not with that bushwhacker YOU got!"
Art pulled his cock out of her pussy and his finger out of her ass. He spit on his fingers and rubbed them around the outside of the little hole, looking so small and helpless now, stretched out in front of his eyes.
"Bite a bullet," he said.
"NO!" Fluffy cried. "DONT! THAT THING AINT MADE OUT OF RUBBER, YOU KNOW!"
Art shoved the big head of his cock against the little pucker and pushed. Nothing gave. He shoved again, harder. This time the sphincter ring began to separate and let him in.
"GAAAAAGH!" Fluffy gasped.
The asshole felt impossibly tight. It gripped the head of his cock like a vise.
"You'll tear it!" Fluffy moaned. "PLEASE DONT!"
Art placed his hands on her hips and tried a brutal slam into the hole, He lodged himself halfway and heard Fluffy scream. Then he slammed again. This time he slipped all the way to the hilt.
"OWWWWW, that feels GOOD!" Art said slowly, enjoying the sensation of being inside the tightest hole of his life.
"Nonsense!" Art said, beginning to pump the tight hole. "You've had them in there before. You told me so!"
"Yeah, but the boys I fool around with have puny little worms alongside yours!"
"Then it's time you got used to the man-sized variety," Art said, pumping harder. He had come almost all the way out, and his savage thrust home had her wailing again.
Fluffy had never been plugged this way, not even by her science teacher. Art had the biggest cock she'd ever tackled, and she remembered what it did for her the first time. She decided to try to relax and enjoy it. She might not have too many opportunities when Emmy came back.
The thick shaft continued to bang her rectum ruthlessly. But she noticed that after a while it wasn't much different from having it in her pussy. It was really touching a lot of the same places and Fluffy couldn't deny she was starting to enjoy it.
"Whewwwww!" she hissed through her teeth, "You don't take any mercy on a floor little girl's bottom, do you?"
By way of reply, Art began hammering in hard, fast strokes. The asshole was making him feel like he was being pulled through a straw. She had begun to clutch it with her rectal muscles, and he could tell she was warming up. He reached under and grabbed for her clit, but her hand was already on it, pulling and squeezing.
He shot a finger into her pussy and twirled it. This time she moaned more loudly, Then he tried another finger. She could easily accommodate it also. He guessed he could work her up to all five fingers if he felt like it. Maybe in the future-
His fingers suddenly brought Fluffy's pussy, which went into limbo when he stabbed her ass, back to life. She was not only getting as hot as she'd been before, she was hotter!
"Owww, yeah!" Fluffy groaned. She began to push her ass back to meet his strokes. "Now you're getting to me!"
There was almost no part of her that wasn't being stimulated now. His cock was in her ass, his fingers were up her cunt, and she was playing with her clit. She wished Tim could be here now, to squeeze her tits while she sucked his cock-then she would feel complete!
"Ohhhhh-keep fucking, you motherfucker!" she groaned.
Art worked another finger into her pussy while he fucked her ass so hard his cock was a blur. The pace pushed them quickly to a climax.
"Oh, fuck me, with your big cock! AHHHH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Fluffy groaned.
Art was pulling his cock out of her asshole and his fingers out of her cunt at the same time. His fingers were so sticky and coated with her juices. He reached up and shoved them into her mouth.
"Lick them off," he said.
Fluffy licked the fingers until they were clean of all he traces of her juices. Then she grinned at him.
"Fluffy," Art said, sitting up and staring down at her paternally, "you're a nice girl, and you know I like you very much. I enjoy these times we have together, and I'm looking forward to meeting some of your little friends-"
"Yeah, Art?" Fluffy asked. "What are you getting at?"
"Well," Art went on, "I hope you'll understand that it's nothing personal when I say that I hope you and Emmy won't be seeing each other when she comes back."
Fluffy's eyes shot open wide.
"WHY? She's my best friend!"
"Well, that's the very reason. I think it's fine that you are so sexually active for your age, but I simply don't want my daughter to get involved in those things until she's much, much older. And, besides, I find the language you use offensive, Fluffy. To an older person, it sounds offensive."
Fluffy suddenly burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Art asked.
Fluffy controlled her laughter finally and was able to speak.
"You-you are! Shit, Art, I always respected the fact that Emmy wasn't boy crazy and that she didn't use bad words. I never tried to change her. I kept my own mouth cleaner when I was around Emmy-"
Art's opinion of the girl went up a hundred percent.
"But don't be so high and mighty about me and Emmy not seeing each other again, Art, because I think you're gonna find your daughter a changed woman when she gets back!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
Fluffy had been hurt by him. She wasn't being careful of her words. Her only thought was to hurt him back.
"I mean that she won't be any purer than I am! She said her uncle had fucked her in every position she'd ever heard me describe, and then a few!"
Fluffy realized immediately that she had put her foot in her mouth. By the time she realized this, he was shaking her shoulders.
"When did you talk to Emmy?"
It was no use lying. The truth would come out sooner or later.
"She's been calling me every night," Fluffy said. "She sneaks money out of her uncle's pockets to make the calls, but she said she wanted me to know where she was, just in case of emergencies. She asked me not to tell you, because she was getting laid so good she didn't want to come home for a little while."
Art's face was contorted with rage. He wanted to get his hands on his brother and strangle him to death!
"And what have you been telling her?" he asked.
Fluffy's freckled face blushed.
"Oh, no!" Art moaned.
"But Art, Emmy and I have never kept any secrets from each other. It's a pact we made almost a year ago-"
"You told her I'd FUCKED you?"
"I said it was the greatest. Don't worry. Art, I gave you a big buildup-"
"OH, NO!" Art cried, putting his hands over his face. "I CANT BEAR TO HAVE MY OWN DAUGHTER KNOW IT!"
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Fluffy said. She hopped off the bed and grabbed her sundress from the floor. "Grownups are so gross sometimes! I don't see what difference it makes!"
"Just a minute," Art said. "What's the motel she's at? Do you know the town-the state-?"
"Relax," Fluffy said. "I wrote it all down. It's in my bag."
Art took the information and Fluffy left hurriedly. The session had become a strain. The telephone rang, and Art answered it. It was Marge, checking to see if there'd been any news.
"I'm glad you called, honey. Come right home! It's important!"
Art wondered briefly what he'd say if someone asked him where he got the information of Emmy's whereabouts.
Chapter Eleven
Emmy was tied to the bed by her hands as well as her feet. Frank had used a single sheet for each, tying the other end to the headboard and footboard. She could be turned onto her stomach or back, whichever he preferred.
Right now, she was on her back, and Frank was standing over her, naked. Her hands were secured above her head, and she was stretched that way. She tried to pull at the bindings, but he had done an expert job.
"Leave me alone!" she wailed, feeling frightened.
Frank's face was angry.
"You might have caused us a lot of trouble," he said. "As soon as I get through with you, we're moving on to another place. And I'll make sure you don't call anybody!"
He crossed the room to his trousers and began to remove his belt.
"One thing I can't stand-a child that doesn't behave!" he said.
Emmy's eyes grew wide when she saw the belt.
"What-what are you going to DO?" she asked.
"You'll see in just a minute!"
Emmy struggled with the bindings again. It was no use. He moved toward her.
"I'LL SCREAM!" she cried, getting more frightened by the second.
"If you want me to, I can put a gag on your mouth," Frank said softly. His gentle manner frightened her more than his violent one.
Emmy didn't say anything more. She let him flip her over onto her belly. She turned her head and saw him raise the belt. Then she closed her eyes and waited for it to happen.
Zing!
The belt descended and caught her across the buttocks.
"OWWWW!" she cried. Then the belt descended again, strapping her sharply across the buttocks again. This time it felt hotter, more stinging.
"EEEOOOWWW!" she screamed. Tears sprang to her eyes and she buried her face in the pillow under her.
TWANG!
The belt came down several more times, each time as hard as he could swing it. Her buttocks were red and shining. The marks from the belt looked extra severe against the snowy whiteness of her ass.
He glanced down and noticed, somewhat to his surprise, that his cock was rising to an erection. Emmy was lying still, as though asleep. He put the belt down and reached for his cock. After a couple of shakes, it hardened to its full stiffness. He looked at the red asscheeks for a moment, contemplating. Then he decided it might not be such a good idea to mix sex with discipline.
Fuck it! he thought. There's always tomorrow. We better get the hell out of here!
Just as he turned to get his clothes,, he noticed something that stopped him dead in his tracks.
Emmy's freshly-strapped ass was beginning to move around in little circles. The child seemed to be grinding her pussy into the mattress. It must have been his imagination, he thought. She couldn't have thoughts of sex at a time like this! Then her heard her moaning voice.
"Owwwww-give me more of the belt! Ohhhh, my pussy is catching on fire! I don't think it's ever been so hot!"
Her squirms got more frantic.
"Yesssss-! Yessssss-! OH, I'M MELTING ALL OVER THE SHEETS! I'M WET! I KNOW I AM! OWWW, MAKE MY ASS HOTTER! USE THE BELT AGAIN!"
Her head flew back and she moaned loudly. Then she began to buck her pelvis into the mattress, fucking it wildly.
Frank crossed to the bed. He grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back. Her eyes stared up at him, glazed with passion. Her mouth had already begun to draw back into the animal snarl it formed when she was close to an orgasm.
"AGGGHH!" Emmy groaned. "The sheets feel so good on my blistered ass! It's so hot! I'M so hot! EEEOOOWWW!"
Her pelvis bucked into the air. She arched her back and held it there, rotating in circles and pointing at Frank's face.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed. "PUT YOUR FUCKING DICK IN THERE! GO AHEAD, YOU SONOFABITCH!"
Her language shocked him. He had never seen her go so far out so quickly.
She let her ass hit the mattress again, hard. Then she wiggled it against the sheets.
"Put some blisters on it!" she hissed. "Make it hotter! Spank it! Spank me! SPANK ME!"
He'd decided she'd had enough. Her backside was well punished. But he figured, also, that she was as hot as she could safely be. He didn't want her to lose her sanity over sex.
"Please!" Emmy sobbed. Her voice had begun to beg when she talked. "DO something to me? Fuck me in my asshole or my pussy. Make me suck you! Make me do anything you want me to do! Slap me around, make me kiss your feet! OWWWW, just do something to me, please?"
Frank moved up over her. He practically sat on her face, but he pressed his balls against her half-open mouth.
"Lick them all over!" he snapped. "Don't stop 'til they're dripping wet!"
"Lick up in back!" he growled at her. He let his voice drop a couple of tones.
Emmy's tongue shot to the back of his balk and she began to suck at the little concentration of curly black hair there. She pulled the hairs through her lips and then sucked on them again.
"Move it back! Lick my ass!" he said.
He slid forward and planted his ass down on her mouth. Her tongue shot so far up into him it felt like a finger. She began to wiggle it around. His cock threatened to explode over the wall in back of the bed, so he eased his ass off her face and moved down until the pink head pressed into her mouth.
"Just pretend that's a big, round lollipop!" he snarled.
Emmy sucked his cock in like she was a vacuum cleaner. She began to work her head back and forth while she swirled her tongue. Her slurping sounds could be heard all over the room, Frank was groaning. Emmy was acting like she was on dope, or something. The strapping of her backside had taken had obviously done something to her pussy. Perhaps it was the feel of heat on the skin. He wondered how it would be to experience such a thing.
"Now suck it all the way down!" he said, continuing to use a snarling voice that seemed to suit her mood right now.
To his surprise, when he jabbed forward, her mouth and throat were so open her sank all the way to his nuts on the first shove. She began to work her throat muscles tightly on him. And when he tried to pull up so she could get air, her mouth seemed to clutch him and pull him back down, as though she were afraid to let it go.
"Ohhhhh!" Frank sighed. "Shit, I never got my cock sucked like THAT!"
He yanked his dick out of her mouth and looked down at her. Her sweet young face had transformed itself into a mask of lust. Her mouth was still open and her tongue continued to search for a taste of his cock. Saliva was smeared from her nose to her chin. She had never given him such a wet suck job.
"More!" she began to groan. "Please! Please give me some more and I'll do anything for you!" Her ass began to grind into the mattress again and he knew she was feeling a delicious heat against net blistered asscheeks.
He moved down and looked at her pussy. The thighs were pressed together, since her bound feet allowed her little leg movement. He reached down and grabbed the squirming vagina and parted the pussy lips. They were puffed up with heat, and inside the pinker flesh was running with juices.
"Put something in there!" Emmy cried. "Your tongue! Your fingers! Your cock! ANYTHING!"
Frank leaned down and rubbed his tongue up the slit of her pussy. The heat that came from her almost burned his lips.
He reached down and untied her feet. When they were free, she immediately pulled her thighs back, inviting him to do what he liked with her pussy.
Frank stayed down on her cunt for several minutes. He put her legs over his shoulders and continued to eat her while she bucked her pelvis into his face.
"EAT IT! EAT IT!" she kept crying, over and over.
He grabbed her buttocks and began probing in with his tongue-hard.
"EEEAAAHH!" Emmy cried.
Then he slid a finger down into her rotating crack and stabbed the asshole. He pushed the finger all the way in, as far as it would go.
"GAGGGHH!" Emmy shrieked, grinding her pelvis harder. "FUCK ME IN BOTH HOLES AT ONCE!" She pinched and pulled her clit with both hands at once while he continued to tongue her and fuck his finger in and out of her rear channel, She began to squeeze her ass around his finger, urging him to stick it in further.
Frank pulled his mouth out of her cunt and continued to wiggle the finger for a moment. Then he pulled his finger out of her ass and crawled onto his knees between her spread thighs. He held his cock against her pussy for a moment, rubbing the head lightly up and down the lips. Her crotch began to shove against it, but her hands and arms were still bound behind her and she couldn't move forward much.
"Put it in! Put it in! PLEASE! OH, PLEASE!" she begged.
He shook his head back and forth slowly.
"OHHHH! PLEASE!" she moaned, almost insane with desire for his fat rod.
"Tell me how much you love my cock," he said.
"I love it! Oh, I really do love it! I'd do anything for it!"
"Would you beg on your hands and knees for it?"
"Yes!"
"Would you sell your pussy to strange men on street corners for it?"
"Yes, YES!"
She had begun to thrash from side to side, her arms pulled tightly above her head, her breasts stretched upward. Her legs were flailing around in every direction. She constantly pulled her knees up to her chin and let her thighs slowly separate. The pussy was snapping for cock.
"Would you fuck your father for it?"
Her eyes suddenly looked straight at him.
"What?"
"Would you fuck Art? Would you fuck your own father for my cock?"
His question shocked her.
"I-I don't know-"
He pulled his cock away from her clutching cunt. He started to get off the bed.
"NO! DON'T GO AWAY!" she pleaded. "ALL RIGHT, YES, I'D FUCK MY FATHER! I WOULD! I'D FUCK HIM! NOW GIVE IT TO ME!"
He grabbed her legs, shoved them all the way back and, with no further preliminary, he plugged her asshole and slammed into her rectum with shattering force.
Emmy's mouth flew open and a loud scream came from her throat. Her breasts began to heave up and down. They were barely noticeable when she lay on her back, and her ribs could be seen clearly against her sides. Still, her legs and ass were shapely and soft.
Frank pulled almost all the way out and shoved again. This time the scream became a low moan of rapture.
"AGGHH!" Emmy moaned, feeling him plug her butt time after time. "YESSSS! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK IT OFF!"
He began to slam it hard and fast. She continued to tear at her clit.
"YOUR FINGERS!" she wailed. "GIVE ME YOUR FINGERS!"
He wet three fingers 'and began working them into her cunt. Her legs were over his shoulders and he had perfect leverage for the ass fuck. It was fun to play with her snatch at the same time. Little by little, he worked the fingers up inside her burning hole.
"AGGGGH, SHOVE THEM IN!" she grunted, wiggling her ass on his fat pole. "FUCK ME. IN BOTH HOLES AT ONCE!"
Christ, he thought, she'd be sucking me at the same time if we could work it out! He realized, with a little twinge of guilt, that he would be leaving her a highly charged sexual being when it came time for them to part company. And he knew that this little adventure couldn't last forever. All he cared about for now, though, was the exquisite pleasure of having this little girl at his command. He knew now that anything he did with her would be all right, as long as she was turned on. And apparently there was nothing on earth that didn't turn her on.
"I'm gonna cream you now," he said. "I can't hold the fucking stuff back. It's gonna squirt back out of your asshole before I get through with you!"
"Yes, yes, cream me!" she cried. "I'm coming too! I've already come a couple of times! But this one's the best!" She continued to tear at her clit and thrash her body, although he kept her asshole completely impaled while he pumped hard for his climax.
"Owwww, shoot!" she wailed. "Shoot NOW! Give it to me hard! I'm-I'm-I'M EXPLODING! AHHHHHH! UNNNGH! OWWWW!"
Frank let go and began to shoot into her asshole. He was groaning and gasping. It was the biggest load he could ever remember shooting. Emmy was bucking against him so hard he had to hold her steady or she would have knocked him over backwards. Finally, his cream stopped spurting and he held himself inside while she finished squeezing his cock and fingers. He pulled oat finally and sat back.
"You calmed down now?" he asked.
"Yes, Uncle Frank," she replied. "Thank you."
He untied her hands and removed the knots from the headboard and footboard of the bed.
"Better get dressed now. We have to haul ass out of here."
"Awwww, I'm so sick of running!" Emmy said. She started to cry.
Frank went to her side and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Come on now, sugar, don't take it like that. I promise you can go back home soon."
"But what was the point of all this, anyway?" she sobbed, resting her head on his chest. "It's so silly."
"Yes," he said, thoughtfully. "I guess it was silly all right. Just say I was trying to get even with somebody for hurting me. I don't know why I waited so long, or what I could have been thinking of."
They were still in that position, naked on the bed, holding each other, when a key turned in the lock and four people entered the room: Art, Marge, Tim, and the desk keeper of the motel.
Art rushed across the room in a blind fury. He grabbed Frank by the arm and yanked him off the bed.
"You child fucker!" Art bellowed. Then his fist swung out and he punched Frank in the jaw. Frank fell back onto the floor, out like a light.
Marge, Art, and Frank sat in an elegant little restaurant near the motel. It was quiet, and they'd left Tim and Emmy behind. It was time for the grownups to have a long talk, and Marge had done most of the talking. Presently she had just finished telling the two men who Emmy's real father was. Frank took the news worse than Art.
"My God! My God!" he whispered hoarsely. "What have I done? My own daughter?"
Marge turned to Art.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way. Frank have been seeing each other ever since you [ got married. Emmy came along at a time when you were-well-impotent. You might have figured it out for yourself."
Art looked at the tablecloth for a long time. Then he looked back at Marge.
"Then what do we do about all this mess?"
"I want to go away with Frank," Marge said, matter-of-factly. "As long as Emmy thinks Art is her real father, she might as well continue living with him. Frank needn't be punished for what he did. He was trying to-well-to hurt me, weren't you Frank?"
Frank nodded. His jaw wasn't working too well and he spoke as little as possible.
"All right," Art said. "I agree. We can even divorce."
They were surprised that he took to the suggestion so fast. They didn't know what he knew that Emmy knew.
Chapter Twelve
Tim and Emmy had been swimming when the adults went off to dinner. They had preferred to stay behind, and Marge was glad. Emmy was glad, too. It had been an awful mess at first. But Mama had finally gotten Daddy calmed down and Uncle Frank had recovered from the sock on the jaw. And they'd promised to bring hamburgers back from the restaurant for Emmy and Tim-their favorite food.
Tim was a couple of years older than Emmy but at that moment he seemed almost shy. When they went back to the room Emmy went in to use the shower and Tim quickly stripped and put a towel around his waist. They were never more formal than this around each other.
Emmy came out of the shower, also dressed in a large towel. She had partly dried her hair and it hung down, damp, over her shoulders. Tim looked at her for a little while. He was having trouble realizing that Emmy had been involved in the sorts of things he'd heard his parents accuse Uncle Frank of, but now that he took a good look at her, walking around the room half naked, it was easy to see that she was looking a lot like a woman.
"Just one thing-" Tim said hesitantly, postponing his own shower-"did you REALLY do al! the things Dad accused you of?"
Emmy giggled.
"Well, Uncle Frank taught me a lot!"
"He should go to prison!"
Emmy was touched that her brother seemed to take such a defensive attitude toward her.
"Oh, it wasn't all his fault, Tim. He got me interested-"
"Interested? In making out with an old man?"
Emmy was amused at his prudishness.
"Oh, come off it, Tim. He isn't all that old. Besides, you act like somebody who's never done any of those things-"
She noticed his deep blush. His complexion was fairer than hers-more like their mother's. Then an idea hit her.
"TIM! YOU MEAN YOU NEVER-YOU'RE A-"
"OH, SHUT UP!" he threw back at her. He looked miserable. Emmy came and sat down beside him on the bed.
"I'm surprised, that's all. I know so many girls who really like you-"
Tim had obviously never discussed his predicament with anyone else. He was glad to have somebody to discuss it with at last.
"Oh, Emmy, it isn't that I don't like girls and all-it's just that-well, when the time comes to get something started I just kind of-chicken out. I guess I'm just too shy!"
Emmy nodded her head. She had made up her mind.
"Tim, if nothing else good has come of my trip with Uncle Frank, at least I've had a lot of experience. And I think your problem is that you don't have any self-confidence. That's only natural, seeing as how you've never had a-an experience. Look, I can show you almost everything you need to know myself!"
Emmy immediately reached out and shoved her hand under his towel.
"HEY! What are you DOING?" Tim said, jumping back.
Emmy grabbed his towel at the waist and yanked it from him. His body she was familiar with-Tim had always been a swimmer and a lifeguard, and he was muscular and smooth and tanned, but she didn't know what he carried between his legs. She was surprised.
"Tim! It's so BIG!" Emmy cried. She quickly grabbed hold of his cock while he struggled to get away from her.
"Come on, sis, STOP IT!" he shouted, "Somebody might come in! What's gotten into you?"
Emmy was strong. She made a dive and forced him back on the bed. Her own towel fell off when she did, and the two of them were nude and thrashing.
"Come on, stupid, relax!" Emmy said. "You'll never learn anything if you don't start somewhere!" He was sitting up and she pushed him down flat again. His cock was soft, but it was fat and showed promise ,of getting very large indeed when it was hard. She grabbed the shaft and plunged the head of his prick into her mouth.
"Hey, cut it out!" Tim howled. He tried to push her face away, but she had already gone all the way down on him and was sucking hard. He'd never had this sensation before. His cock, in fact, had never felt anything on it but his own fist. He had to admit the feeling was terrific!
Emmy slurped away on Tim's cock, and in a little while the tanned boy relaxed and let her have her way. As long as she wanted to suck it, he reasoned, he shouldn't be embarrassed by the way it was getting stiff. And he couldn't imagine anyone ever doing it better!
Suddenly, Emmy changed positions and scrooched her pelvis up next to his face. She pulled her throat off his rod.
"Look between my legs and you'll find all kinds of good things, Tim," she said. "If you want to, you can run your mouth around there."
She went back to his cock, sucking furiously. She planned to time it so that he wouldn't come until she'd had a chance to get it into her pussy. With a little luck, she might even get another orgasm out of it herself. Then, to her surprise and delight, she felt his mouth close over her pussy and begin to lick the lips.
"UNNNNPF!" she groaned against his pole. His tongue, for its first time out, was doing an expert job, she decided. He didn't have the passionate determination of Uncle Frank or Mr. Griffin, but she thought it wouldn't take him long to learn. He was very much in the experimental stage.
Tim's mouth got a little bolder. He apparently was fascinated to be so close to a pussy. He instinctively pulled the lips aside and began to run his tongue around the outside of her steaming hole. Then he began to probe inside.
Emmy groaned again and sucked him even harder and deeper. He wasn't that much smaller than Uncle Frank, and it was a throat full, but soon she was sailing all the way down to the root on every plunge. Then she felt him begin to stiff in up, throbbing. She pulled her mouth away from him.
"Don't stop, sis!" he pleaded, taking his lips away from her pussy. "MAKE ME COME! You almost made me come! OWWW, it felt soooooo good!"
Emmy gave him a playful slap on his rump. She pushed him onto his back again and crawled up over his crotch: She jiggled her tits and smiled at him.
"Don't you think I have a nice body, Tim?" she asked.
"Uh-yeah-you do-" he said, hesitantly.
"You do, too. You have a really neat body, Tim."
"You think so?"
She reached under and grabbed his cock, guiding it to her.
"Yeah-really neat! And you got a cock here that could drive a lot of girls crazy, I know. You should hear some of my friends and the way they talk. They'd stand in line for this!"
She guided the head of his cock into her hole. It was already hot and open, running with her natural juices and the saliva he'd put there. His eyes grew wide when he felt himself slipping into the tight, hot, wet, tunnel.
"What are you-" he started to say. And then, realizing exactly what she was doing, he closed his eyes and moaned.
Emmy sank down until her brother's cock was all the way inside her. She reached back and tickled his balls at the same time. His eyes shot open and -he stared at her.
"Holy shit!" Tim said. "I didn't know it felt so good! It's so HOT! And so WET. And TIGHT! OWWWWWW-SIS, you're getting me all fucking turned on!"
She began to squeeze his cock with her cunt walls and make it feel like a thousand fingers were massaging it all over.
"UNNNNGH!" he groaned. "I think you better take it out, sis! I think I'm gonna shoot!" Emmy quickly pulled off. She lay flat on her back and pulled her thighs back. Somehow, this made the heat in her loins even more intense.
"Get on your knees and stick it in me, Tim! I want you to feel what it's like to be on top! Go ahead! Shove it in, and try to find the right hole!"
His sister had never talked to him this way. It was like being in bed with a stranger. Somehow, this made it all the more exciting. She even looked different!"
He got onto his knees and aimed the head of his cock at a pussy for the first time in his life. He pushed it between the soft little petals of her cunt and hoped that it would find the right spot. Then he began to sink into something, and he stopped.
Emmy groaned. "UUNNHHH! Go ahead!"
"Just-just go ahead and put it IN?" he asked.
She almost laughed.
"Yes! Go ahead and shove it in hard! Just the way you've always imagined you wanted to do! Haven't you, Tim?"
"I-yeah-I guess so."
"Then DO it!"
Tim took her advice. He'd begun to accept his sole as student to his younger sister's teaching. He grabbed her thighs for balance and shoved into her as hard as he could. His balls slapped against her buttocks and his pubic hair was ground into her little beginning patch. From her groan he could tell that she liked what he did.
"Was that all right?" he asked.
"Yes," Emmy sighed. "You did that really good, Tim. Now keep pulling it about halfway out and slamming it back it, just as hard as you can. After a while, just do it the way it feels best for you!"
Tim began to fuck her the way she told him to and he found that it was the best feeling he'd ever had. Her cunt was so hot it was like fucking melted butter. He'd heard boys at school describe this moment, but he couldn't believe it was as good as they said it was. He figured most of them were lying. Now he knew different. He started fucking faster and heard Emmy moan louder and louder. Her hands clasped his asscheeks and she seemed to be trying to pull him in farther.
"OH, SLAM ME, TIM! That's the way Uncle Frank taught me to take it and like it! Fuck me so hard it pops out my asshole!"
Tim couldn't believe the language she was using, but it helped him maintain the illusion that she was some prostitute he'd picked up and taken to a That had often been his masturbation fantasy, and this was so close it was fantastic!
Emmy felt him begin to fuck her like he meant it. She knew he was getting used to the feel of her cunt. After a while, he was alternating his tempo to increase his pleasure, and his cock was getting harder and harder.
"AAAHHH TIM, OH GOD, IT'S SO GOOOODDD!"
The thought of having her brother's virgin cock in her pussy made her almost scream from pleasure. She could have kicked her ass for missing out on such good stuff all this time. She loved Uncle Frank at that moment, for teaching her about such wonderful, thrilling things as fucking and sucking. From now on, she decided, Tim was going to play a much bigger part in her life!
He began to pant and grunt.
"I-I think it's gonna-!"
"Keep fucking me!" Emmy cried, squirming. "I'm about to get mine, too! Ohhhhh, SHIT! I'm starting to fall-I. I'm starting to fall-!"
Tim was almost alarmed. His sister seemed to go insane under him. She began to fuck up and down on his cock faster than he could bang her. He'd heard the guys talk about their girls' orgasms, but none of them ever described the writhing, screaming, frenzied mass of flesh that his sister had turned into. Still, he felt something almost as powerful coming on, and he managed not to get dislodged from her hole, despite her writhing. He fucked until his ass became a blur. Soon his cum was churning and getting ready to blast.
"AGGGGH!" Tim groaned.
He had never felt anything as fierce as the way his balls and cock were beginning to erupt. His cum seemed to come up from his toes, through his ass and balls and making a quick turn around his stomach before it spurted out. Gob after gob of cum splashed his sister's cunt, which was clutching him so hard he almost passed out. "AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! UGGGH! AH, Shit! Shit! OW!"
Emmy, even in the throes of her orgasm, could see that he was passing out. She pulled him down on top of her and wrapped her legs around his back while he continued to fuck her deeply in long, agonizing, thrusts. Finally, his seed stopped spurting. Emmy was just calming down herself when he raised his head and looked at her.
"Gripes, sis! I shot off inside you! Won't that-!?"
Emmy laughed.
"I know how to take care of it. Don't worry-lover boy!"
The news was explained as calmly as possible to Emmy and Tim. Marge and Frank planned to marry. Tim and Emmy were encouraged to live with their father-so that they could continue going to school with their old friends.
Somehow, Art didn't mind anymore the thought that Emmy would socialize with Fluffy. He didn't say a word.
Tim took the news calmly, especially after Marge told them that she and Frank would be visiting often, and the kids could do the same.
Emmy was crushed! As good as Tim was, she was going to miss her uncle's cock. But, anyway, there might be more going around their little town than she had ever imagined. She was sure Fluffy could fill her in.
She remembered Fluffy telling her about fucking her father. She turned beet red at the memory. She was sure she would never be able to discuss it with him.
"Well," Marge said, "if everything's settled, we'd better get going. The manager here is just furious about what he saw when he opened the door. I promised him we'd all be gone by midnight."
Emmy and Tim got into Art's car and Marge and Frank drove away in the one he'd just bought.
Chapter Thirteen
Frank had never been happier. Now that sex with Emmy was out of his system, he found Marge more desirable than ever. Plus the shock of finding out that Emmy was his daughter. He didn't see how he could ever think of having sex with another young girl. At least he told himself, I didn't know I was her father!
Marge coaxed a few confessions out of him, as they drove along, about things he'd done with Emmy. After the first couple, it wasn't so hard to talk about it. He was proud of the way Marge didn't get particularly upset with him.
"Well, it's partly MY fault, you know. I should have told you a long time ago that she was your daughter,"
Then Marge made her own confession:
"I haven't exactly been pure as new-fallen snow, you know. The detective I hired to find you-I didn't want the police involved-he got me into a pretty far-out game one afternoon."
"What was that?" Frank asked, with no jealousy. After all, the purpose of his visit had actually been to screw Marge, and he'd cheated her by running off with Emmy.
"Well," Marge said, licking her lips and smiling, "he made me pretend I was his Mama and wanted me to punish him for being a 'bad boy.' I had to use a strap across his ass-"
Frank's cock began to press against the material of his slacks. He couldn't believe she was telling him this story. Ever since he'd seen the way Emmy got turned on when he punished her, he'd wondered how a belt would feel across his ass. Now Marge was telling him that a man had asked her to use one on him. He listened to the rest of her story, then described the punishment scene that had gone on in the motel and the way Emmy had reacted to it.
"She got so hot-" he said. "-I wondered what it was all about."
Marge could remember vividly how excited she'd gotten when she saw the red welts on DeFore's ass and knew that she had put them there. Now Frank was telling her that he'd like to experiment with the same thing. She was more glad than ever that Frank had taken Emmy away. Except for that incident, she and Frank would probably never have away to start a new life together. And they wouldn't be talking now about the delicious little "special" things they could do to keep their life spiced up. Also, she would never have met DeFore.
As far as Emmy's virginity was concerned, Marge was philosophical about it. She knew the class of girls around town Emmy's age, and she wondered sometimes how Emmy had managed to keep so innocent for so long. If it had to happen sooner or later anyway, she was just as glad Emmy had been broken in by her father. A girl, she figured, could do worse!
"I have a confession to make," Marge said after a while. "I sent away to one of those mail-order houses for leather panties and a leather bra. I also inquired about the prices of whips."
Frank shuddered visibly while he drove. He had a mental picture of Marge, dressed in the items die ordered, with black leather boots to top it off! Her long hair would be flowing over her shoulders and breasts, and her little round belly would be heaving and sweating from exertion as she brought the whip down again and again across his back. His cock would be getting harder-harder-harder-
"Look out!" Marge said. Frank had swerved into another lane and was running head on towards a big truck. He quickly righted the car and whistled through his teeth.
"Look, Marge," he said. "I've gotten so horny with all that talk about ass-whipping and all, I can't even concentrate on my driving. Isn't there some way we can get our clothes off and do a few things?"
Marge thought for a moment.
"Yes," she said. "I believe there is. We're in no particular hurry, so why don't we check into a motel extra early and spend the afternoon and night there. A pool would be fun-later."
His cock throbbed heavily against his leg. Marge noticed and put her hand on it.
"There, there," she cooed, "go back to sleep for a little while. Mama will wake you when it's time to see her."
Frank's cock gave another jerk. Her words were really lighting his fire. He kept on the lookout for motel signs. A well-known, well-advertised chain had a single tenant in this area. He pulled off at the exit and drove to the motel. They both had luggage, and there was no embarrassment at all about registering them as man and wife. They would be soon, anyway.
They unlocked the door to their room and went inside. It was a sumptuous place, considering its location and price. They embraced each other for a few minutes, kissing and running their hands all over each other's bodies. Then Frank pulled away and began pulling his polo shirt over his head. Marge quickly slipped out of her dress. Frank's shirt came over his head and when he saw her he almost fainted!
She was wearing black stockings, which he'd noticed before, but they were held up by a black garter belt. Pulled over the garter belt were black bikini panties. Her breasts were encased in a black brassiere.
Marge giggled.
"I thought you'd be surprised, You see, ever since that day with DeFore, these are the only under things I feel comfortable wearing. And they make me sort of-well, you know!"
Frank nodded his head and continued stripping. When he was completely nude, Marge giggled again.
"And I have something else-in my suitcase!"
She opened her large suitcase, rummaged through a few things, and came out holding the black, leg-hugging leather boots with the stiletto heels. They were in a clear plastic bag.
"I don't know WHY I brought these," she said, dangling the bag at Frank, "but I just like to have them near me. For the last couple of days, at least.
Frank's mouth fell open. His cock began to rise up and out from his crotch.
"Put them on!" he whispered.
While she was putting the boots on, he went to one of the double beds and removed the sheets. He sat on the other bed and tied his feet together, knotting the sheet expertly. Marge was in her boots now. Her outfit was as bizarre as he'd ever seen in real life. His heart pounded as he stared at her, her red hair falling over her shoulders. She looked like an Amazon huntress. All she needed was a bow and arrow-or a BELT!
"What are you doing?" Marge asked, "Tie my wrists together-notice how I tied my ankles and do it the same way. Use the end of this other sheet. Tie my wrists TIGHT!"
There was an urgency in his voice. She looked closely at the way he'd bound his feet and imitated the knots perfectly around his wrists.
"Now tie me to the foot of the bed and then the head. Stretch me tight!"
Marge attached the other ends of the sheets to the brass headboards and footboards of the bed. She did his arms first, and when she secured his feet she pulled with all her might and stretched him as much as she could.
"Okay, now," Frank said, looking up at her, "take my belt off my trousers and come back here and use it on me!"
Marge smiled and did what he said. She was almost trembling with excitement! She returned to the bed and stood over him. Her smile had vanished and she gave him a mean look.
"Mama's little boy has been very, VERY bad, hasn't he?"
Frank thought about the ways he'd used Emmy-his own daughter.
"Yes," he said, "Mama's boy has been very, very bad! If you don't punish me, you don't love me!"
Marge put the belt down. She got on her knees beside him and managed to haul him onto his stomach. Then she picked up the belt and stood up behind him. The mattress sank heavily.
Marge raised her arm and swung.
"OWWWWW!" Frank groaned in pain. He shoved his face into the pillow, the way Emmy had done when he treated her the same way.
THWACK! THWACK! THWANG! FFFFFFFT! SMACK!
The hair on his buttocks was a fine brushing. The red welts started rising up immediately, under the silky hairs.
Marge had never noticed how tender his skin was. He showed every mark of the belt immediately and severely. His buttocks twitched each time she swung down, but no sound came from his throat. His face was still buried in the pillow.
Her last blow on his ass was an especially severe one.
"AEEEEEY!" he groaned, raising his head. "OH, SHIT! I THINK I'M GONNA CREAM THE BEDSPREAD!"
Marge, her pussy on fire, crouched down and flipped him over again. She was panting from excitement, and her eyes were glazed. Frank's face was almost in an expression of panic. He stared at her, then down at his cock. She looked and saw the fat pole waving and throbbing wildly in the air.
"It's-it's GONNA-!"
Marge doubled the belt and gave a swing. The black leather caught the cock and whacked it across the side. Frank gave out a groan, but the fat pole stopped throbbing and seemed to quiet down.
Marge climbed up over Frank's crotch and grabbed the shaft around the base. She let the head rub against her nylon-encased lips. She was facing him, and he stared into her eyes with an expression of desire and fear. Then he closed his eyes and gave a loud groan.
"OH, MY GODDD!" he wailed. "It's true! It's true! Emmy was right! My ass is on fire, and it's making my cock so hard I think it's gonna split in two!"
Marge could see him grind his buttocks into the bedspread. She stood up and slowly removed her panties. It took a little balance to stand on the bed again, in her high-heeled boots, but she worked her way up over him until her pussy was directly above his face. He stared up at the hairy cunt and his mouth watered.
"Please!" he whimpered. "Please, Mama! Give me your pussy to suck!"
Marge squatted halfway. She brought her pussy close enough to tantalize him, but she wouldn't let it touch his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and moved it back and forth. She slowly, slowly, came down until just the tip was able to rub lightly across his lips.
"Yessss!" Marge hissed. Her pussy was burning so hotly she needed his tongue to help cool it off. She sank harder against his mouth and his tongue shot into the hole. He began to lick and suck her cunt ravenously, in the same mad way that Emmy had eaten him only hours before. The burning from the welts on his butt was driving him into a frenzy! His whole crotch seemed to be on fire, and his cock felt like nitroglycerin. One jiggle, and it would blow sky high.
"UNNNNNGH!" Marge groaned. She grabbed his hair and yanked it while she ground her cunt against his mouth. "EAT ME, YOU MISERABLE PIG!"
Frank's body began to wiggle against the binds. His cock, almost as sensitive now as an eyeball, was frantically searching for something to go into. He tore his mouth away from her pussy.
"PLEASE!" he wailed. "PLEASE LET ME FUCK YOU! I CANT STAND MUCH MORE OF THIS!"
"SHUT UP AND SUCK ME!" she growled, forcing his face back onto her hole. "FROM NOW ON YOU'LL FUCK WHEN I TELL YOU-YOU CAN FUCK! YOU'LL SUCK WHEN I TELL YOU! YOU'LL FETCH ME YOUR BELT AND BEG ME TO BEAT YOUR ASS WITH IT! NOW SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!"
He tongued her pussy madly. He pulled out of her hole from time to time to massage her clit with his lips, then dived back. Marge began to grind her pussy back and forth on his hungry mouth. She was getting close to her orgasm and knew she wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, Oh, if Art only sucked me this good, I wouldn't have needed his cock! she thought.
This situation could work out beautifully, she realized, grinding her pelvis so hard against his face she cut off most of his breathing.
Frank needs to have his sexual appetites directed. Thank God I found out he wanted to be my slave!
Marge knew she'd be able to give him what no young girls would ever be able to! The discipline of a mature woman!
"GET YOUR TONGUE IN YOU CUNTLAPPING PIG!" she screamed. "IT'S ABOUT TO COME! EAT ME! LAP IT UP! SUCK HARDER, YOU FUCKING PUSSY SNIFFER! YOU GODDAMNED SNIVELING WORM. GET IN THERE! NOW! NOW! NOW USE YOUR TONGUE! TONGUE IT! TONGUE IT! AGGGHHHHH!!"
Marge almost collapsed when she felt her dam break. Her thighs grew wobbly as she held herself in position over his sucking mouth, holding his hair for balance and almost pulling it out by the roots.
Something wet hit her buttocks and the small of her back. She turned her head and saw his cock exploding with jet after jet of thick, hot cream. It was spouting out like a geyser, landing in huge puddles on his hairy stomach and chest, then onto her backside.
"YOU DIRTY, DISGUSTING THING!" Marge snarled. She pulled her pussy, which was still convulsing deliciously, away from his face and turned around. "LICK THAT CUM OFF MY ASS!"
When she felt his tongue making sweeping movements across her buttocks, licking up every trace of the heavy cream he had deposited there, she smiled.
No, there won't be any more trouble keeping Frank in line!
Emmy went to bed as soon as she and Tim and Art arrived at the house. It had been an exhausting trip with Uncle Frank and all she wanted to do now was sleep, sleep, sleep.
About three in the morning she felt a movement beside her and her eyes flew open. She wondered who was in bed with her.
Oh! Tim, of course! she thought, moving her hand over to touch his body. She touched a hairy chest instead, and jerked her hand away.
"DADDY!" she cried aloud.
Art took her hand and directed it down his already stiff rod. He forced her fingers around it. Then his own hand shot to the waistband of her pajamas and worked its way down to her pussy.
"DADDY, DONT!" Emmy cried. He was naked, obviously, and the thought of being intimate with him frightened her. "WITH FRANK IT WAS DIFFERENT-HE WAS ONLY MY-BUT YOU'RE MY-!" She found herself at a loss for words.
Art pulled her pajama bottoms down and crawled up over her.
"Cut the 'Daddy' crap. From now on, you'll just have to get used to calling me your Old Uncle Art!"
