Whether in the form of a salesman, a carnival pitch man, a politician, or a blackmailer, the con man has always been with us, and with us he will probably remain. We see him portrayed many times over on television, preying like a vulture on other members of society. The number of his victims will probably never be known, for many are unable or unwilling to strike back at their exploiter, either because of ignorance or fear of the consequences.
This is the story of a young girl, Marla Carver, who is forced to depend on an unscrupulous uncle when both her parents are killed and leave her and her brother Nick penniless orphans. Marla herself then becomes a victim in her uncle's devious cons of rich and lonely men, forced to play the temptress so her uncle can exploit them, manipulated and used in ways that go against everything she believes in, yet helpless to change her fate. And as her uncle grows more and more ambitious and greedy, Marla finds the innocence she has fought to protect gradually eroded away by the web of depravity and shame she is forced to participate in, until at last she wonders if there can ever be any way out.
HOT YOUNG PIECE-the story of a young girl who becomes the pawn in a con man's vicious game. Her tale is a warning to us all, a reminder that we are not always the masters of our own fates.
-The Publisher
Chapter One:
Marla thrust out her firm tits to make the full globes appear even more prominent, hoping that the man would keep his eyes glued on her boobs and not on her fearful face. She tried to relax and act eager as he put his arm around her waist, guiding her through the moonlit darkness blanket-ing the beach, taking them farther along the shore she had requested.
Suddenly, his arm tightened around her slender, supple waist, stopping her.
Marla trembled again and sucked in her breath. She wanted to pull away from him, to run for dear life. Her dinner lay in her stomach like wet sand. She forced herself to stand there and smile in the moonlight at him.
The man was sweating beside her. His breathing was labored, and his necktie flapped in her face. The dampness of his palm came through her mini and made her feel unclean and more ashamed than the other times.
"Easy, honey," he said, forcing a winded laugh. "I'm not a kid like you any more. Walking through this sand is tough going. Any farther, and I won't be able to get a hard-on. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
The smile became frozen on Marla's face. She nearly gagged with fright. She glanced ahead and all around looking for the right palm tree. They suddenly looked all alike, and a sense of panic seized her.
"No, up farther," she said quickly. "I want to go farther away from the hotel and the lights."
"Aw, nobody's going to be looking. So what if they do, anyway? I don't give a damn. At my age, I'm too old to give a damn. I want to advertise it a little, get me? Morrie can still make it-on the beach and under the moonlight, yet." He gave a strangled kind of laugh and hugged her tighter. "Hey, come on, honey, this is far enough."
"Just a little more," Marla said, pulling against his arm.
He stopped in his tracks. A gleam of light from somewhere glinted from his eye. "Why?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "What's up ahead there? What are you trying to lead me into-your boy friend? Is that your game?"
Marla tossed a strand of blonde hair from her face. Her teeth chattered a moment, and she stopped them by clenching her jaw. Her smile remained fixed on her round, wide-cheeked face by sheer will, and she thrust her boobs towards him as she'd been instructed, showing him they were full and tipped at the ends. The constant breeze tugged at her mini and made the hem flap about her thigh and lift to her crotch.
"Boy friend?" she asked innocently. "What you talking about? I don't have a boy friend. Really, Morrie, that's the truth."
"Then what's your game, baby?" He grabbed her by her upper arms and made her face him. He held her close. The ends of her tits rubbed against his coat and pinned his tie to his chest. She thought of her father doing this to her three years ago, and her mind reeled for a moment with fear.
"You're hurting me," she whimpered.
"Come clean, honey," he growled, glancing around the deserted beach. "There's got to be a reason you picked me. It's not my kind of luck to come out of a place and just run into a girl like you, who says she's waiting for the first man to come along because she's made up her mind she doesn't want to be a virgin any more." He laughed sharply, looking at her tits and the way her mini was plastered to her fine body by the wind. "It's a good line. I haven't heard it before, and that's why I came out here. But I've got enough sand in my shoes. We'll screw here."
"No . . . she whimpered, trying to tug away again. She was finished. She wasn't going to do this any more, not for anybody. Then she feared what would happen to her if she scared him off and made him leave her there, and she tried to soften her voice and make it alluring. "Just a little farther, Morrie," she purred.
His fingers were digging into the flesh of her arms. She could feel her tits flatten against him again and send a horrible throbbing sensation through her body. His knee was between her soft thighs, inching higher towards her trembling, virginal cuntlips, nestled so softly inside her panties and now beginning to shift and swell shamelessly.
Waves of guilt piled and broke inside her, just the way the breakers in front of her hissed up the sandy beach. The way he talked made everything sound terrible, so cheap. It made her realize with full force what she was doing with herself, with her pride and her life. It made her feel she was plummeting toward some dark abyss of depravity where there would be nothing of value to cling to any more-not even Nick, because it was Nick who was making her do this degrading thing right now.
"This is it," he said gruffly, giving her a small shake. "You wanted to come out here on the beach and ball here instead of in my room. All right, I'll play your game, but only to here." He glanced around again, his eyes sweeping through the moonlit darkness. There were no other forms but the low dunes, the bent palm trunks no man could hide behind successfully. He seemed satisfied that he wasn't going to be jumped, and he looked at Marla again. "Come on, sweetheart, I've got to see this virgin pussy you've been telling me about. I've never seen a cherry before, let alone popped one. Or maybe a looker like you hasn't had it for a long time, huh? That's all right, you've got me wanting to fuck you anyway, cherry or not."
"Oh, God," Marla choked quietly. His voice was heavy with scorn. His hand was on her tit, the other one around the back of her waist, holding her body to his. She could feel the ready lift of his prick against her cunt mound, the slide of his hand towards her round, youthful butt.
He began pulling her down, making her drop to her knees in the sand. The hem of her skirt flipped up to her panties, and the glow of the yellow triangle over her sweet twat was soft, showing its fullness. His hand found her pussy and massaged it, and she couldn't suppress a low moan of shameful desire.
"No, stop!" she cried.
"What do you mean, stop? You don't get me to come out here to fuck you and then tell me to stop just because your boy friend didn't show up the way he was supposed to. That's part of the hazards of your game, honey. Sometimes all the connections don't click just right, and you're left with nothing to do but follow through and take a little prick. What's wrong with that? Strange cock never hurt any girl. Some even like it. It turns 'em on and makes it better for the boy friend."
"No-no, there's no boy friend, Morrie, I swear it. I-I've changed my mind, that's all. I don't want you to fuck me. No . .. !" She struggled in his grasp and got nowhere. Fright climbed inside her.
"Yeah, well-maybe not. But fair is fair, honey. I took the chance. I came out here with you, and now you owe me for that. I don't want to have to get nasty with you for trying to back out now. I'd rather we just lie here in the warm sand and have a nice, slow, enjoyable fuck-maybe two or three, you never can tell what this prick of mine is good for any more. Come on, let's see what kind of soft, wet goodies you've got wrapped up in those panties for Morrie."
His hand spread over her cunt mound and went down under her crotch, forcing her thighs apart and her knees to scrape against big shells in the sand. His fingers curled around her pussylips and made tendrils of sensation throb through her body in shameful waves.
She tried to shut the degrading tingles out of her consciousness and couldn't believe this crude man was making her feel them. Yet, her pussylips were bloating shamefully under his touch, and her nipples were sprouting inside the top of her dress and rubbing sensitively against the material of it.
She shivered strongly and cried, "Oh, God-stop! Please, I've changed my mind, I don't want you to fuck me!"
"Yeah, bullshit, honey," he said, holding her ass tightly in his palm and stopped her from struggling away from him. "You should have changed it a couple of years ago if you didn't want to get your pussy popped open. A looker like you-what's it been, baby? Three years? Were you fourteen the first time? Don't tell me you're still a virgin. Not when your cunt's this wet, not when I can hear it slopping around when I squeeze these fat lips. Christ, look at the way your tits ballooned out-baby, you're begging for it."
"Please, let me go-you're all wrong!" she cried, close to tears from the horrible way her body was betraying her.
"Huh-uh," he said, shaking his head. "You've got me in the mood for a fuck, now. You've got to come across. What's the big deal, anyway? What's one more prick going to matter to you? Maybe you'll like it. Old Morrie used to be a pretty good fucker with the girls." He licked his lips and placed the flat of his hand squarely over her cunt mound and squeezed rhythmically. Marla could hear the telltale, sticky sounds he brought forth from her twat, and her shame soared. "But I never had a girl try to back out on me by telling me she was still a virgin and had changed her mind."
"It's true!" Marla cried. "I swear, it's true!"
"Yeah," he croaked, pulling her over into the sand and making his body fit half over hers. His chest mashed against her tit, and he had one of his legs hooked over her thigh, pulling her legs apart so that his hand could continue the degrading massage of her blazing-hot cunt.
"Morrie, stop!" she pleaded again.
"Look, baby, I don't care any more if you got a cherry. There's no need for this. Maybe you had it rough the first time, and you're scared now. Don't be. I'll be easy with you. I know how to screw so , it'll feel real good for you. Cherry or not, it'll be good, honey, I promise."
Marla was beside herself. She had always imagined she could handle a situation like this with one swift knee to the balls, but she found there was no way for her to accomplish that now, not when he had her pinned on her back the way she was.
The ocean breeze caressed her thighs and seemed to aid his purpose by lifting her skirt out of the way of his hand. Particles of sand nipped against her cheek and swirled away. She felt the sand give under her head, and the stars above her seemed to be turning faster and faster with each daring probe of his fingers on her cunt.
His guess had been too good. It was exactly three years ago that her father had tried this same thing with her, pinning her down to the beach when they'd gone for a night swim, running his hand over her bikini-pantied pussy, telling her that it was all right, that it was time for her to learn about fucking. The shame of the memory and the terrible guilt she had felt then when her mother guessed the secret after she'd run home from her father returned to her now in dizzying waves.
Morrie ran his fingers up and down the line of her puffy cunt, tracing it through the wet nylon of her panties. He teased her twatlips, pinching them and rolling them, making the yellow nylon dip into the soft gash and come out wet.
He had a soft touch, one that thrilled her despite herself. She thought it strange that he would try to be gentle with her. She wished he would be as rough as the last one had been so that she wouldn't feel the wonderful sensations he was making her feel. Then, there could be anger or disgust or some other emotion inside her, one more suited to the way she should feel than the growing desire welling up against her will.
Oh, nooo," she wailed softly, feeling his hands smooth over her inner thighs, over her pan tied pussylips, around and under to her buttcheeks. She hated herself for the way her hips lifted with no real encouragement from him, the way her ass lifted from the sand and permitted his hand to cup it.
"Oh, that's it, honey-lift up that sweet ass for Morrie. God, you really know how to make an old man feel young again, don't you? The sap's rising, sweetheart," he puffed. "It's getting to be that time when the play stops and the fun begins. Come on, off with the panties. God, I don't know how we're going to do this without getting some sand in your pussy. I'd hate to do that. I know it's going to be soft and sweet, and I'd hate to do that. I know it's going to be soft and sweet, and I'd hate to get sand in it."
Marla was fighting with his hand. She thrashed her legs, trying somehow to get them under her so that she could stand and run. She whipped her head back and forth, looking from one end of the dark beach to the other, but they were all alone. It was going to happen. She could feel inside that she was going to get fucked, and she trembled, feeling the feebleness of her struggles.
"No, stop!" she yelled with a sudden burst. "I wasn't lying, Morrie, I wasn't! I don't want to go through with it now!"
"Oh, come off it, girlie," he scoffed, yanking at her panties, bringing them to the side of her hip, nearly baring the round, white globe of one bun.
"A girl doesn't come up to a stranger and want to get her cherry popped like that. I didn't believe your line for a minute then, and I don't now. I call a spade for what it is, baby, and you're nothing but a hooker-a delectable one, but a hooker still. Even if by a wild chance you aren't, you're going to be fucked some day anyway. Why not now? Why not get it over with? I'll not only be good with you, I'll make it worth your while, get me?"
He plunged his hand into her panties and filled his fingers with the soft meat of her pussylips. He squeezed them and rolled them, his knuckles bulging her crotchband, his fingers tangling in her pubes, and Marla couldn't stop the moan that slipped from her throat. Nor could she stop the feeling of overwhelming despair at the discovery that the mass of cunt flesh between her thighs was slippery and fragrant in his fingers.
"Listen," he said softly, putting his lips to her ear. "Feel how slick and wet everything is. Don't tell me your pussy isn't watering for old Morrie's cock." He raised his head and looked quickly up and down the beach again. "Your boy friend still hasn't shown. Let's face it, honey, something slipped up. But that's all right-now you've got a chance to bang one off without the boy friend knowing, huh? Just like me. My wife doesn't know I'm lying here on the beach with a gorgeous young girl, my hand playing with her pussy, my prick about ready to rip through my pants. See, we've got something in common after all. Let's make the most of it, honey. Let's really fuck up a storm."
"No! No, I can't go through with it!" she cried, twisting and thrashing, making her rump sink into the sand.
She felt pinned. One of his hands was inside the top of her dress, and it was squeezing and rolling her tits around over her chest. The other one was sliding up and down her silken gash, and she was afraid to make any quick movement for fear that she would impale her cunt on his fingers by accident.
Adding to her torment was the knowledge of the way her body was responding to his touch. She couldn't believe it. What baseness was there inside her that could make her respond so avidly to a stranger-to an old stranger, one her father's age? There was no question about the way her pussy was watering. With each squeeze of his fingers, a new gush came from between her virginal cuntlips, as if her snatch were trying to outdo the ocean itself.
Damn Nick! she cried inwardly, unable to suppress another moan when Morrie's finger slid along her swollen, naked gash and circled at the top of her cleft. Her clit seemed to spring forth and beg for the finger to touch it, and she groaned again with the depravity of it.
"Like that, huh?" he grinned through the darkness. "I like it that you like it. Feel this and see how much I like it."
He took her hand and drew it towards his lap. Marla tried to pull back, but he was strong. Her fingers brushed the hot, rigid cock rising over her thighs, and she sucked in a quick breath. She felt herself flush and go hot all over. She felt her betraying fingers open and curl around the meaty cockshaft and close again, squeezing his prick, exploring the soft-hard velvetiness of it, sensing all the ridges and veins and the throbbing vibrancy of his rod. A thrill of unbelievable intensity ran through her and made her twat throb again and again as she imagined all that meat going into her tiny hole, shoving up into her virginal cunt.
"No!" she cried, tossing her head. "No, take it away!" But her fingers wouldn't release the big cock, and he chuckled softly.
"You want it, baby. Quit being so childish. Oh, Christ, quit squeezing it like that, or you'll make me pop before I get it inside your cunt. Ohhh, I haven't had a young ass grab my cock like that in a long time, baby. Oh, you're going to be one hot fuck! God, let's get these damn panties off so that I can spread your beautiful thighs wide and stick it home, or I'll rip right through them. Yeah," he laughed, nervous and excited. "And we can pretend the panty is your cherry, huh?"
He yanked at the fragile garment. The nylon dug into her soft flesh and made her whimper with a moment of pain. She twisted her hips to keep him from rolling them off her right buttcheek, and his finger penetrated the mouth of her pussy.
"Oh, God!" she cried sharply, freezing all motion. "No! Take it out! It hurts, take it out!"
Morrie chuckled again and seemed determined to tease her. He moved his finger and pushed against the big muscle at the mouth of her cunt. Sensation throbbed through her body in waves she'd never felt before. Her cunt muscles went wild, all along the length of her soft channel, pulsing and hammering around the emptiness, their reactions having been set off by the presence of his finger at her cunt mouth.
"What do you mean, take it out?" he laughed. "Take it out deeper, huh? My God, I can't believe how soft and silky your pussy is, how wet and trembling. I haven't felt my wife's cunt get that way for twenty years. I'd forgotten they did that.
Shit, let's quit fooling around."
He began to puff. His palm cupped her asscheeks as he slid her panties off over the round globes. There was nothing Marla could do to stop him. If she dared move again, his finger would pierce into her hole, and it would be all over. If she didn't try to move, then, in a moment, his raging prick would bull its way into her slippery hole, and it would be all over anyway. There seemed nothing she could do but pray.
Damn Nick! she cried to herself again. Her head whipped back and forth, and her eyes gave one last frantic search over the empty beach. There was nothing-mo figure, no rescue, no Nick.
The man shifted his hips closer to hers, mounding sand between them, making his prick thrust up into the humid night. A stray beam of light struck his shaft and made it glow whitely in the darkness, making his prick seem twice the size she knew by logic it must be.
The sight struck dread through Marla and made her gasp again. He misunderstood. "Feel good?" he asked huskily. When she didn't answer, he began to rotate his finger in the mouth of her cunt, bringing strange new muscles into play for the first time in her young life. His thumb worked up and down her slit, nosing through oiled pink tissues, circling the quaking nub of her clit.
Marla jerked and whimpered. She tried to ignore the zinging tingles racing through her body, but she felt as if it weren't under the control of her mind any more. She didn't know what was the matter with her. The man was driving her wild, making her want more, and it was happening just the way Sue had said it would. Slutty, wild Sue .. .
You don't get anything out of it the first few, times, when they're feelin' around with their fingers and getting ready to fuck you, working you up the way they think they should, and then-bam!--you start hoping the guys don't show up for another ten minutes maybe, not until you've fucked off a good one.
Marla shook her head, trying to discard the eager, sensual image of Sue from her mind. She wasn't like Sue at all. And there was no hint inside her of hoping that Nick wouldn't show up right now-she wanted him to come desperately. She wanted him to stop this man from fucking her before it was too late, for, of all the words that had been said to Morrie, one thing was absolutely true-at this moment, she was a virgin. Unfucked, unfiddled, and unpetted, and she didn't want that fact to be changed my Morrie or anyone.
"Jesus, get that pussy over here!" Morrie croaked suddenly, shattering her thoughts. "Wrap it around my cock, honey, and let me feel what that young, silky meat is like again."
He breathed in her ear, not seeming to mind that their faces were becoming coated with sand. His lips mashed down over hers, spreading the soft redness of them obscenely, his quick movement taking her completely by surprise. She felt his tongue prod at her mouth, wet and warm and slippery, and there was a primal urge inside her that made her part her lips and teeth and take his tongue inside.
The experience was shocking to her--thrilling and revolting at the same time. She made a low sound in the back of her throat, wanting him to get away from her, to stop overwhelming her with the multitude of wicked sensations.
Marla thrashed on the sand under him. He made another quick movement, and she shouted in the back of her throat. The sound bubbled from her mouth to his, and her body became absolutely rigid under him.
He lifted his head back and looked at her, an expression of surprise creeping slowly over his face. It became astonishment. He flexed his finger again and made another tentative stab into her pussy, and Marla yelled again, flinching more with fear than pain.
"It hurts!" she cried.
"My God," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the constant noise of the surf. "Is that really .. . really a cherry?"
"I told you! You wouldn't believe me, but I was telling you the truth! Oh, don't break it, Morrie, please don't. I've changed my mind, really I have. I want to keep it. Oh, your finger-it hurts, Morrie, don't push so hard!"
The words rushed out of her mouth. Her breath pumped from her lungs in deep drafts. She could feel sweat popping out all over her body. Her fingers clutched and clawed at his arm without effect.
Marla dared not thrash her legs or buck her hips. Her breath caught in her throat several times when she felt the pressure increase and the pain sharpen. She could picture in her mind the way his fingertip was pushing against the thin barrier, indenting it, stretching it to the ripping point, and she sobbed once, harshly.
To add to her torment, Morrie licked his lips and moved his thumb along the outer edge of her gash, swinging it in an arc until it was centered over her clit. He pressed down gently, and a whole new series of emotions swept through Marla's young, innocent body and made her shudder into immediate orgasm.
It was horrible and wonderful at the same instant, degrading in its manner of coming and rapturous in its intensity. She felt her nipples throb and burn, and she felt her pussy spasm and grow even wetter. She couldn't stop the cry of lust that ripped from her throat or the way her hips wanted to twist and churn and buck under his hand. Yet, she somehow managed to keep from doing that and bucking her sucking cunt up over the rest of his finger and swallowing the digit with her pulsing quim.
"Are you kidding?" he breathed huskily. "A real, live virgin, and you want me to quit? Baby, there aren't that many of you left, not with all this free-love, hippie shit going on all over the place. I missed out when I was a kid, and I won't get another chance to pick a cherry very damn soon, I . . . God, I can't believe it!" His finger became excessively oiled with her juices, and he looked at her more closely, just realizing that she'd come. He breathed heavily and revolved his thumb around her clit some more, seeming to enjoy his power over her eager body and the victory over her protests.
Marla was terrified. She knew there was no way of making him stop, no way that she was going to be able to save her virginity-not unless Nick came and came right now, with Lonny.
She searched the beach once more and saw that it was still empty. There wasn't anywhere Nick could even hide. Damn him, he had sacrificed her purity for nothing! Her own brother!
"Ohhh, sweet pussy," Morrie moaned in her ear. He shook his hand up and down over her twat and made her whole body blaze up again.
"Oh, don't, don't," she moaned.
There was a different moaning to her plea now, a new fear whipping through her. Her3 thighs were beginning to quiver again, but the sensation was deeper, more primitive, coming up from some dark pit of desire she'd been able to keep covered and hidden all these years. It was as if the first orgasm had blown the lid off the pit and was now making her look directly at the writhing, coiling tendrils of lust existing inside herself.
The sight frightened her and filled her wit dread. Tingles went through her whole body and made her groan with torment. She wanted him t pull her thighs wider apart, even spread the: herself, willfully, consciously, degradingly. For a moment, she wanted this man to fuck her, this man who was so much like her father, who was making her feel the things she had felt with her father before the guilt had stopped her from letting him do it.
Marla sucked in her breath and felt her emotions turn around again. The two men blended into one, separated, then blended again, and Morrie's finger became her father's, rolling and rolling over her clit, making her body build to shameful heights. Yet, she knew that her father was dead and that Morrie couldn't be him and that Nick was out there in the dark somewhere, watching her degradation take place when he should be here stopping this man.
"Help!" she cried thinly, rolling her head back and forth, reliving the moment of adolescent terror. "Daddy, don't-please don't..."
Morrie puffed in her ear again. His prick throbbed heatedly against her thigh, stretching into the night. A hand found her tit and rolled it thoroughly over her chest while the other one stayed at her pussy and made sensations boil through it in unbelievable waves. Her legs began to work rhythmically, and she couldn't stop them, even knowing that she might impale her cunt hole on his probing finger.
"Enough horsing around, baby, I can't wait any more," Morrie groaned. "I've got to sink my prick into this slick meat-feel all that unused cunt swallow up my cock and make it flood your hole."
He breathed against the side of her neck in a rasping way. His fingers twirled over her clit and around the inside of her pussy, making it water in a flood of its own.
Marla felt her hips twitch under him against her will and knew that she was now a slut no better than Sue. But her thighs quivered wider again, giving him all the access he wanted to her bloated, virginal cuntlips, now so wet and slick he could barely hold the meaty flaps between his fingers.
"What do you mean, don't fuck you?" he asked. "You can hardly hold still for it. Your hips are digging into the sand, and your pussy's leaking all over the place. Honey, you were right the first time-it's time for you to get your cherry popped open. You'll never be readier than you are right now, and Morrie's just the guy to do it. Hold still, now, or you'll get that silken purse full of sand and clog up the works for both of us."
"No ..." she croaked. "No, don't take your fingers away!"
Her head spun as soon as the words were out. Had she really said them? Marla Carver, begging for a man to keep fingering her cunt?
There was sense to it. She tried to cling to the reverse logic and keep herself respectable. As long as his fingers were at her pussy, his prick wouldn't be. Maybe Nick was on his way. Maybe something had happened to detain him, and each second she could delay the moment of penetration might be the second her brother Nick would come.
"Oh, you like that, huh?" Morrie gasped. "Like the finger action?"
"Yes!" she cried, shame whipping through her mind and flailing her emotions. It was a damning admission, cheapening and degrading-the more so because it was true. She did like getting finger-fucked. It was thrilling to her. The touch of his finger at her throbbing clit made tingles blaze through her body and made her suck in her breath as if she would never get enough of it. "Stop, stop!" she cried a moment later, weeping openly for the way her own brother had forced her into this humiliating, hateful situation.
"Stop faster, eh?" Morrie chuckled. "All right, honey, you can have a little more fingering before I stick my prick in there and teach you what it's all about. I know how it must be for a girl like you-beautiful, young, fresh, wanting to fuck like hell but having some kind of screwball hangup stopping you. You aren't the first one I've met. Just the first one that still had her cherry."
He chuckled again and panted at the same time, raising up enough so that he could watch her in the moonlight. He rolled his thumb over her clit again and again, making the little organ swell up and bloat as if it were ready to explode. His finger continued to circle in her pussy mouth and made her muscles spasm and twitch lewdly. He made her s roll and grind in the sand.
But the worst part was the way he watched her, ringing all the guilt and shame into the open as if he were on a stage. Marla could remember her father doing it just that way, too. She'd been able cry out then and scare him enough to get away from him and run to her mother, who knew immediately. It was different now. Her mother was dead, too, and it couldn't be her mother to save her this time. It would have to be Nick-Nick . . . Marla moaned again. She knew that her body as slipping out of her control once more. The first orgasm had taken her by surprise. It had been accidental, having the quality of something external to her, like a book dropping on her foot. Now, it was different. It was internal. She could feel her whole body stretching up, reaching, earning for the big explosion to come and make her pussy throb. He was making her do that, and he knew it was bad.
Scenes flashed through her mind in disjointed sequence. There was her father, drunk, smelling of whisky and cigars and garlic all at once, turning her stomach and gagging her with each puffing breath he emitted in her face while he rolled his finger over her clit and played with the thin patch of curls over her adolescent cunt.
There was Wanda at school-the girls' school her mother had sent her away to keep her out of her father's hands. Fat, creepy Wanda, with oily skin that gleamed in any light, with a nose that ran and sniffed all the time. She'd had floppy tits and a shapeless, massive butt, and fingers that had known just where to touch and when.
Marla shook her head mentally, wondering once again what had gotten into her that night when she'd let Wanda come into her room after lights and get into bed with her and . . .
There was the roommate that one time-Stella something, the one who'd run away after three weeks of the school's rigid discipline, the one who had spent hour after hour sitting in the room with Marla, openly diddling her tiny red-haired twat and rocking her hips when she came, and tried to get Marla to join her.
Stella could have been studying, getting ready for dinner, coming back from a shower, or turning over in bed in the middle of the night-it didn't matter. At any time, she would do it. She would lift her skirt and put her hand into her panties and tip her head back and fuck her pussy with her fingers, heedless of the sloppy sounds she made, not caring after the third day of rooming with Marla whether Marla watched or not. It had been an incredible thing. If Marla had ever entertained any notion of finger-fucking herself, they'd evaporated in a fog of shame and vicarious identification with Stella after those three weeks.
Slutty Sue disgusted her now for the way she fucked her dim-witted, muscular boy friend, Lonny. Maybe Nick, too-a thought that made Marla's heart sink.
And now there was Morrie to add to her disgust with sex, to her degrading history of experiences, where the next was more repugnant than the one before. Morrie, who was old enough to be her father, who smelled of whisky the way her father had, but who handled her with a difference she wished he didn't have. Or maybe the difference was in herself, now, because she was seventeen, because her tits were smooth and pointed and firm and sensitive at all the wrong times, because her pussy had blonde hair curling around it now and got wet inside and out and made thrills shoot through her belly when it was touched.
"God, let me go, let me go!" Marla cried, tossing her head back and forth in the sand and yet clinging to his arm at the same time. "Everybody wants to degrade me and to force me into sex, and I don't want it, I don't want it!"
Morrie watched her. He'd heard that one before, too. He watched the way she bucked her hips up and down under his hand and felt the way her pussy muscles were sucking at his finger. He continued to twirl her clit, and he nearly lost his load all over her thighs when she opened her mouth and groaned and came hard around his fingers.
Marla couldn't stop it. The sensation built inside her until it had to reach some kind of peak. She didn't want to cling to his arm, but she didn't want him to pull it away, either. She felt her cunt quiver and suck and shake around his finger, begging for the penetration that would open it up and make it as lewd as Sue's.
Her buttcheeks clenched together tightly and then pounded up and down in the sand. She could feel the sand cake into her ass crack and grate sensitively against her asshole. She could feel her nipples sprout into the fabric of her dress and her tit swell into his hand. She heard her own sobs of rapture over the noise of the surf, and she couldn't believe she was making the disgusting sounds.
"Nick, Nick!" she sobbed hollowly, hating Morrie, her brother, and herself most of all.
"So there was a boy friend!" Morrie charged. He glanced quickly up and down the beach again in a moment of panic and then shook her. "I thought so. Too bad he didn't show up, eh? Too bad your signals got crossed. Well, don't bitch about it, you just banged off another one, and we've just started. Now, you're going to get to feel a real, live prick inside you because it's time for me to bang one off."
"No-no, please!" she wailed, grabbing at his neck and shoulders, wallowing in lewdness. "Don't take your hand away, Morrie, I've got to have another one like that. God, you've got the best fucking finger I've ever had in my pussy, Morrie. Give it to me again, make me come again, and then you can have my cherry, then you can fuck me open all you want to. Just give me another stab with that prick-sized finger of yours."
The words rolled obscenely out of her mouth with such speed they blurred together and made Morrie simply stare at her. If he couldn't understand them, he could certainly understand the way her hips writhed wantonly, the way her pussy pumped up and down under his hand, the way she kept moving his palm over her twat and moaning as she rolled it.
"Hey, let's not overdo this stuff, baby," he said finally. "I've got to have a little saved for fucking. I'll get you warmed up with a little more finger action, but I don't want to wear you out so much it'd be like fucking a sack of sand."
"Morrie, don't stop-I want you to twiddle my pussy now! Mmm, that finger, Morrie, that finger! Mmm, oh! Oh, God I'm going to come again! AAAGGGH!"
Her eyes popped open. She didn't have to fake it, because it was true. Something had happened inside her, and she felt the swift, hammering rise and then the quick explosion, and she yelled with as much astonishment as anything. She gripped his arm shamelessly and mashed his hand against her cunt. She rocked her crotch up and down, smearing her cunt juice over his palm, fucking his hand openly and without inhibition, not caring how dirty or degrading her actions were any more. She had to do it, and she felt like Stella just then, who had to masturbate all the time. There was something terribly compulsive about it. She felt the shivers go all through her body and take her wind away. She lay back on the sand and panted when she was finished and didn't care if he fucked her now or not.
Morrie looked down at her. His cock was pounding rhythmically. "I'm not waiting any longer, baby," he gasped, gripping the shaft in his fingers, getting to his knees beside her, then forcing her thighs apart and kneeling between them. He stared down into her pink-meated, juicy, bloated, virginal cunt and drooled from his lower lip. His prick trembled alarmingly in his hand, right on the verge of exploding. He gave out a strangled cry and aimed his prick and sank down on top of her, intending to ram all the way into her hot, quivering pussy with one jab, plunging through her thin cherry and planting his steaming, thick load in the back of her cunt.
Marla cried out when she saw him falling. It was a mindless sound that could have meant anything. To Morrie, it was a cry of wanton acceptance of him at last, and he couldn't understand why she twisted her hips to the side and made his cock stab into her thigh.
He grunted with surprise and started to draw back for another shot at her cunt, and she grabbed his prick and held onto it tightly, still making that moaning sound.
Morrie's cock was primed, and her hand was tight. He hunched against her soft belly and felt the wetness between her thighs all over his balls and couldn't stop himself. He cried out with a mixture of fulfillment and emptiness as his cock exploded against the top of her cunt mound and filled her hand with jism.
"Damn! Damn!" he croaked.
Marla cried out with him. The warm flood in her hand was revolting and thrilling at the same time. It surged against her palm and squirted out through her fingers, dribbling over her knuckles and running across her belly and lower abdomen in a hot flood, tangling in her pubes and drooling down the sides of her bloated pussylips into the hollows of her crotch. Marla felt all of it and could trace the slippery path clearly in her mind. She yipped again and again with each new advance of the slippery torrent, and then she was coming again.
It was as if a cork had been pulled out of her somewhere. There was no effort to this orgasm. It just seemed to slip away from her with the touch of his jizz against her pussy folds. She felt inundated with sex. It made her shiver all over with a kind of repulsive pleasure, and then the shivering simply grew stronger and became orgasming, quivering undulations throughout her body.
Marla couldn't stop herself now. It didn't matter how dirty or degrading the whole episode had been to this point or would seem afterwards. He was making her feel all the things she should be feeling, all the things she had fought against feeling. Yet, she was clinging to his back and running her hands up and down the small of it, along his spine and the flat hills of his butt.
Her pussy muscles twitched and spasmed, and her hips bucked up and down under him. He was still puffing from the huge orgasm she'd caused with her hand. Their bellies smeared together under the lubrication of all his sperm, and Marla's emotions were spinning and slipping out of control over the feel of it, and everything was becoming confused. She didn't know whether she wanted his prick inside her cunt now or not. She knew she wanted something-something more . . .
"God, you hot little nymph!" Morrie gasped, feeling her slippery, spermy hands slide over his ass and hips. His cock fairly floated on her stomach in the puddles he'd left there against her satiny skin. It was nearly as good as being inside her slippery cunt. But not quite. "Here it comes, baby," he prowled huskily. "God, you want it now, you ally want it now, and here it comes!" "No! Oh, God-yes! Fuck me! Oh! Ohhh, don't break my cherry! In, in! God, stop, stop!" Marla tossed her head back and forth. Her pussy went wild, flapping and sucking and pulsing, wanting his prick, wanting an end to her childhood d the beginning of womanhood, no matter the cost.
She grabbed for him and pushed at him, opened Br legs wide and then closed them tightly, unable exert any control over her body. She felt disgust the push of his rod into her belly, and then she wanted to feel it up inside her cunt.
Marla didn't know what she wanted. She wished she didn't have to make any kind of decision, and yet she wanted the decision to be hers. She wished she were still safely tucked away in the girls' school, where the threat of a prick fucking into cunt was kept at a great distance. She wished that her parents were still alive and providing for her and Nick and that she wouldn't have to go through this kind of degrading experience any mc*e, just to make a living. She wished Nick were here now to make this man stop, and then she hoped Nick and Lonny wouldn't come at all, so that Morrie would jab his cock into her aching cunt and end it all, as finally as if he'd stabbed her with a sword.
She tossed her head back and forth in the sand. She felt Morrie's prick slip down her belly and prod at the opening between her swollen pussylips. The cockhead slipped off her oiled gash in his haste, came back to circle her clit and make her cry out with indecision, and then drew back to make the fateful stab. She lifted her crotch just as it came, and Morrie's cock slid under her cunt, pillowed through the deep crack between her buttcheeks, and plunged into the sand beneath her ass.
Morrie growled and lifted back, debating whether to clean the grit, glued to his cock with his sperm, from the turgid shaft, or whether to shove the whole reaming mass into her tender hole like a woodworker's rasp.
He didn't have time to make the decision. Marla's eyes were wide open and staring with fright at him, but she finally saw it out of the corner of her eye, towards the south, towards the plush hotel.
At first, she didn't believe what she was seeing. Then she did, for it was exactly what she should have seen a long time ago-before her panties had been ripped from her butt, before her legs had been parted to this man's prick, before he had made her come again and again in so degrading a manner-before he had fouled her body with his vile flood of sperm. She took one more look at Morrie's sand-studded cock and couldn't suppress the cry of terror that welled up inside her. "Nick-hurry!" she bawled. "Hurry!"
Morrie stopped deliberating on the way he was going to fuck her cherry open and gaped at her. Then he looked in the direction she was looking and saw the dark, hulking shape rising up out of the sand not twenty feet south of them.
Chapter Two:
At first, it seemed as if the beach was growing a new dune. The hump in it rose slowly. Then sand spilled from the hump and bared the body under it as Nick rose up on his arms, shaking sand free of his face and head.
"Nick!" she cried again, hearing the sob in her voice.
"Son of a bitch!" Morrie swore, now on his knees over her supine body, holding his prick in his hand in an attitude of readiness.
"Hold it right there, you bastard," the voice from the hump growled along the beach.
There was a muffled guffaw to the north of them and a small, feminine giggle. Marla turned her head quickly and saw another lump forming, a double lump, about fifty feet away. The bigger one took on the thick-trunked, small-headed form of Lonny. The one beside him had to be Sue. Moonlight gleamed from her white butt and soft, wide hips as the little brunette brushed sand from her body, and Marla knew that she and Lonny had been fucking while buried under the sand waiting for Nick to make his move. As thankful as she was for their appearance, Marla felt a stab of shame and humiliation at knowing they'd all been watching her make a slut of herself during her moment of weakness. She knew that Lonny would have been drooling mentally, urging Morrie on, fucking her virginal body vicariously while he pumped his big prick into Sue's willing, eager hole and pretended the cunt was Marla's. She knew that Sue was hoping she'd be cherried, too, because, like a fanatic among the heathens, she didn't understand why any woman wouldn't want to fuck and fuck and thereby take up her wonderful way of life.
But Nick . . . What had Nick been thinking? Why hadn't he come out of hiding sooner? Had he wanted her to be fucked open, too? Then why was he coming out just at this second, just before it was going to happen? Why would he want his sister to be cherried by a mark like Morrie?
Morrie made a grunting sound that broke into her thoughts. Apparently, he wasn't yet aware of Lonny and Sue, for he was facing south, watching Nick, gauging his smallish frame and trying to decide whether to take this shakedown with his prick hanging down or not.
"I knew it," he growled after a moment. "You little bitch, I knew it. There he is. There's the boy friend. All right, I'm ready for him. I don't know why you didn't just do it quick and let me pay you off instead of calling for help and prolonging everything. You could have had a hundred bucks ill for yourself, instead of having to share it with him-if he's big enough to get it from me." He veiled towards Nick suddenly. "Hey, you bastard! Why'd you wait so long? Is that how you get your kicks, watching her nearly get fucked, watching her bang it off a few times first?"
Morrie was on his feet then. He was pulling on his pants, stuffing the sand-coated shaft of his cock to them. He accidentally kicked sand with his t directly into Marla's spread crotch. Marla cried out and scuttled backwards, wanting to get out of the way of the fight. She caught sight of the look of resignation on Morrie's face, the hint of sadness. He'd known instinctively what she'd been leading him into, and yet he'd gone anyway, hoping. There was something sad about that to Marla that made her warn him.
"Morrie, don't fight him," she said quietly. "Lonny's behind you."
He glanced at her. Then he looked behind himself and saw the stoop-shouldered bulk of chest and arms and bowed legs coming towards him. Sue came with Lonny, her shift still up around her waist as she kept brushing sand from her dark thatch of pubes, totally uncaring that everyone could see her cunt and ass.
Morrie let out a sigh and seemed to collapse inside. He reached for his back pocket and took his wallet out. He stooped and pushed the roll of bills into the sand between Marla's thighs and gave her bare cunt a pat with his hand.
"It was nearly a nice fuck, honey," he said. "Look me up when you really decide to pop it, and we'll do it without making a side show out of it. I've earned the right."
"I'm sorry," Marla whispered. But the sound was lost in the ocean breeze.
"Get your goddamn hand away from her twat, buddy," Nick growled, coming up and standing in front of Morrie, assuming a threatening posture. Lonny stood off to one side, hands on hips, thick neck bent forward. Sue had let her skirt fall back into place, and she was clinging to Lonny's arm, but her eyes were on Morrie. She giggled again.
Morrie looked at them in turn. Nick was on the small side, but he had good musculature and would have been tough to beat, especially since Morrie ad better than twenty years on him. He would have been a handsome youth but for the long scar circling his left eye and the scarlet mass of tissues that made up his right cheek. The sight made Morrie's stomach flop.
Lonny was as solid as a fallen log and just as bright. His chest and hips were thick and bulging. His head was oddly small for his body, and Morrie feared him instinctively.
The girl clinging to him, Sue, was petite and cute in a sexy way. Her tits were obvious and round, her hips wide and made for slamming against when you fucked her. Her ass was full and enticing. She had a way of working her wide mouth and soft lips as though she was sucking an invisible prick all the time. Her eyes were large and soft, and she kept looking at Morrie with more than a trace of interest.
"You shoulda let him fuck you, Marla," Sue giggled. "He looks kinda like a good fuck for an older guy, kinda fun. Want to fuck me, honey? I won't give you a lot of hassle about it."
She giggled again and rubbed her pussy with her hand. Lonny looked at her and punched his fist to her fleshy buttcheeks. They quarreled over whether Sue could fuck anyone she wanted to or Dot, and the argument went unresolved. Sue loved to torment him with her body. Morrie took a step away from her, not wanting to get in the middle of t. He looked at Marla, who was still lying in the d.
"You've got a strange taste in friends, baby," he aid. "I thought you had class, real class for a kid. You could go anywhere, attract the best-not like this slut here, who attracts guys like Lonny. I would have known for certain there was going to be a scene like this from picking her up. There wouldn't have been any doubt. With you, there was, and that's why I went along. I'm disappointed in you."
"That's why he used her on you, stupid," Nick said, grinning in a distorted way because of his torn face. "Hand over the rest of it, buddy, and then get out of here."
Morrie's face got a sneer on it. "At least I can see why she's still cherry. With a face like yours on top of her, I don't blame her."
"He's my brother, Morrie," Marla interrupted quietly, nearly afraid to move, hoping that Nick wouldn't take offense the way he usually did, ever since the accident that had killed their parents and had cut and burned him so horribly.
"Sure," Morrie said, his voice thick with scorn "Listen, boy friend, all my money's down the between her legs. There's no reason for me to hang around. You caught me. You've got no fight from me"
Nick glanced between Marla's thighs. She looked where her brother was looking and saw that her pussy was still wide open, the rolled bills sticking up from the sand in front of her as if she had a green prick.
Nick's eyes were on the money, and then they were on her cunt. Marla sucked in her breath and felt a strange warmth go through her. This was the first time Nick had ever seen her naked pussy before, other than when they were little kids bathing together. The other two times he had made her do this with men, he had come to her rescue in the very first moments, before the man had barely touched her tit or squeezed her ass, and he hadn't seen anything but the expression of dejection and self-loathing on her face and the way she had winced when he'd given the signal for Lonny to thump the man.
She looked at her brother and wondered how he could have changed so radically in the past two months. He'd become mean and cruel. He arranged it so that Lonny did the rough work and carried the stolen money so that he would be clean if they were caught. He was terribly self-conscious about the way he looked, about the way people would turn their heads on the sly and stare at the mess his face was in. He was bitter that no one would hire him, except for common labor jobs he wasn't built for and was too proud to take after having set his heart on being a marine biologist.
Marla could see that anyone just meeting him would think him a nasty, ugly person, but she knew him from before his upsetting change and loved him for what he was inside, behind the scars. Yet, why had he waited so long to rescue her from Morrie? He'd been quite close. He would have heard all the conversation with Morrie, and he would have known when things were beginning to get dangerous for her. Was he testing her to see what kind of sister he had? Was he trying to find out, at her risk, if she were still a virgin? Or did Morrie have a point-that it was the only way he could get any sexual satisfaction any more, since the accident.
She glanced at his face again. It was sweating. The area around his burned cheek was becoming fury with the emotion rising inside him as he stared at the area of her naked, spread pussy. Marla felt very strange. And then she sucked in her breath with the realization that what was on his face was lust-desire generated by the sight of her open cunt, her available body, the knowledge that it was still inviolate and that she, his sister, had not given herself to any man.
"You like the looks of that cunt yourself, eh?" Morrie sneered at him, watching him, also. "Well, let me tell you, buddy, if you're her boy friend and haven't fucked her yet, then you're a creep of some kind who doesn't know what a virgin's pussy is for. If you're her brother the way she says, then you're still a creep for the way you're drooling over your sister's pink pussy. Shit, I've paid my money, and it was worth it. I haven't seen a freak show like this one in a long time. See you around."
He started back towards the lights of the hotel, making a wide swing around Nick. It wasn't wide enough. Nick was across to him like a cat. Marla didn't even see the blow, but she heard Morrie's cry and saw him fall to the sand.
"Nick, stop it!" she cried. "He gave you his money, what did you do that for?"
"Shut up," he growled at her, coming back to stand over her again. He gave the signal to Lonny, who went over to Morrie with Sue and knelt beside the fallen figure and began searching his pockets for the trinkets of value in them.
Marla heard Morrie groan after a moment. She had rolled him onto his back and was kneeling over him. She was reaching into his fly and taking out his prick. She dusted the sand off it with her dainty fingers while Lonny watched her. They began quarreling again, and then Sue dipped her head and sucked the limp tool into her mouth and worked on it for quite a time. When his cock was hard and wet, she lifted her shift to her waist and straddled Morrie's hips. She worked his cock into her wet, ready pussy and sat down on it while defying Lonny to stop her, threatening to cut him forever if he said another word. Marla couldn't watch. Sue was too much for her, as was the sad expression on Lonny's face. She could never adjust to the cruel way Sue treated him. She glanced at Nick again and saw that he was ill staring at her pussy. She closed her thighs together slowly, wanting him to know that he would not have her but that she was not rejecting him the way, perhaps, other girls did now. The roll of bills was pressed tightly between her thighs.
"Get dressed," he growled at her, and she knew he was more angry with himself than with her. 'You look like a slut. You want somebody to me along and see you with your cunt hanging open like that?" "You took a long look at it, Nick," she said, searching through the sand for her panties. They were half-buried. She shook the sand out of them and stood in front of him, not caring any more, Lonny was now standing in front of her, gaping like a simpleton as she flipped up her dress and stepped into the panties. Down towards the water, she could see Sue riding up and down on Morrie's dick, squeezing her tits and playing with her own pussy while she fucked him, getting the last measure of enjoyment out of it, moaning and groaning with greater exuberance than necessary just to bug Lonny. Or maybe she really liked the fuck that much.
Marla turned away from the degrading sight n. Nick licked his lips as soon as her skirt was back in place and bent over to snatch up the money and count it. Lonny showed him two rings and a watch and another three hundred Morrie had folded into a key-chain ornament.
"We did pretty well with him," Nick said. "Four hundred and stuff, that's not bad." He handed it all to Lonny, keeping himself clean.
"What took you so long, Nick?" Marla asked him.
"What do you mean? We got to you in time, didn't we?"
His manner and expression were mean. "No!" she cried, choking back a sob.
He jerked her around and stared at her with wide eyes and a trembling lip. "What!" he shouted. "Did that son of a bitch fuck you! I'll kill him! God, you didn't let him fuck you, did you?"
He was wild. He held her to him tightly. One hand was pawing at her front, trying to get up under her skirt and yank her panties off again so that he could feel inside her pussy for himself.
"Nick, stop it!" she cried at him.
"Did you let him fuck you?"
"What would you care if I did?"
"Marla, I'm your brother!"
He said it in a way that made her look at him. He was holding her tightly, making her pointed, tipped boobs push fully into his chest in a way no brother would do. He was panting heavily against the side of her neck, and his lips found her cheek again and again. She felt an intense emotion pass from him and thrill through her, and she didn't know what to make of it. It seemed proof. He wanted her. Her own brother wanted her to be kept pure for-what? For himself?
She shivered violently against him and felt the hard shaft of his prick stabbing against her thigh and hip. The feel of it, the new knowledge of what they were becoming to each other since the accident, since they'd embarked on this horrible way of getting money, made a cry of anguish tear from her throat.
"Nick, get away! Let me go! God, what's the matter with you?"
As if slapped, Nick jerked back and looked at her. His breathing was hard and fast. His cock bulged in his pants and wouldn't go down. She looked at his hard-on and felt very strange, and she understood with sudden clarity that her brother was using all his will to keep from dragging her to the sand and fucking her himself. The sounds Sue was making down by the water didn't help his resolve any. Marla could feel the heat radiate from him, and she felt a shameful response to it whip through her and make her tits tingle and her pussy throb with need.
"Nick!" she whispered urgently. "Nick, no ... " Nick turned from her with an animal cry and staggered aimlessly for a moment. Then he made directly for Sue and Morrie, who were clearly outlined in the moonlight and fucking steadily. He went up to Sue and lifted her off Morrie's pine body. "Nick, cut it out," she complained, trying to retain her seat, pulling on Morrie's prick if it were a handle. "I'm gonna come, Nick, don't make me leave yet!"
Morrie grunted. His prick stood up from his pants and gleamed with the wetness of Sue's cunt juices. He rolled away from Nick. "He's gonna do it to her, Marla," Lonny said beside her, watching intently. There was sadness in his voice again. He lumbered through the sand a short distance and then sat down to watch his girl betray him again.
Marla couldn't help watching it herself-not now. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, and yet she understood. She felt guilty for having made her brother into a wild demon, full of desire and need, and yet she couldn't have done anything to prevent him from having seen her naked body. She understood that he was full of desire for her but that he was going to vent it on Sue, and a mixture of emotions swept through her and made her pussy throb in a way it should never do.
Nick was yanking the shift from Sue's body, lifting it free of her slim waist and baring her round, full tits. As soon as the girl knew she was going to get to keep fucking, she didn't resist him any more. She released Morrie's prick and put her hand to Nick's fly. She didn't care who was attached to the prick, just as long as there was a prick.
Her wide hips and soft boobs gleamed nakedly in the moonlight. She worked Nick's pants from his body quickly and handled the stiff cock jutting towards with eagerness. Then she put her hands to her crotch and spread her pussylips apart with her fingers and made it pulse at him. She fell back on the sand, knees up, hips revolving in the motions of fucking, offering her cunt to Nick wantonly. He snorted with terrible lust, and she giggled at him, loving every minute of being desired.
Marla held her breath. She saw her brother lift his head and look at her. She could see the dark orbs of his eyes and the smudge of color on his right cheek clearly in the bright moonlight. She couldn't miss seeing the erect shaft of his throbbing, white cock sprouting from his dark bush. She heard his bestial cry as he took his rod in his hand and fell on top of Sue's eager, open body and fucked into her cunt with it.
She squealed happily and pushed her pussy up at Nick, swallowing his cock readily into her wet hole. They fucked fast and hard, grunting and making animal noises. Marla watched her brother's naked butt hump up and down between the soft thighs and could see him digging into the soft, hot, slippery, ready tissues of the cunt beneath him. Marla tried to turn away from the sight of them fucking, and couldn't. She felt a sharp pain go rough her pussy and stab into her, and it was as her brother's cock had ripped into her virginal cunt. Sensation whipped through her, shaming her and thrilling her at the same time. Only a few feet in front of her, Lonny had taken s big prick out of his pants. He sat in the sand and jacked it up and down with his hand and made s rod long and thick and excited. Marla stared at is pulsing dick a moment, disgusted and tingly at the same time. She watched her brother fuck Sue and heard him puff loudly and then groan and grunt as his butt stiffened and throbbed, and she knew he was coming inside Sue, squirting her cunt, making her pussy throb all around his prick. She looked at Lonny's cock again and had to restrain herself for a wild moment to keep from going to him and sitting on his lap, parting her thighs wide and taking his cock up into her cunt t. to know the feel of it.
Marla tore her eyes from Lonny's hard-on and looked at Sue and her brother again. Sue's legs flew to the air, and she squealed happily, coming and, making lots of noise. Lonny jacked his prick harder and made whimpering sounds, feeling that he should be the one to make Sue come that hard. Morrie took his opportunity to get away, and he ran as fast as he could towards the hotel.
Marla felt overwhelmed by the sexuality around her and the sensations welling up inside her own body. She felt she couldn't hold herself back from it much longer. She had the wild urge to run away with Morrie, to flee the others and herself. But she stayed rooted to the spot, unable to break herself away from the tingles racing all through her body. She watched her brother pull his dick out of Sue's writhing cunt. He glanced up the beach at her, and she felt the heat inside him blaze from his eyes. There might have been a grin on Sue's face as she looked, too, a taunt flung to Marla to let her know what she was missing, to let her know that her brother was a wonderful fucker. A moan escaped Marla's lips.
Nick turned Sue's pliant body over. She lifted her rump back to him, looking lewd and eager. Her tits dangled down beneath her chest, and the brownish nipples scraped in the sand. Nick aimed his cock and sank it slowly between her buttcheeks. Marla watched the prick disappear, and she felt a dizzying thrill race through her as Sue's voice carried a rapturous moan up the beach.
Marla couldn't tell which hole in the soft body Nick was fucking. The perversity of the thought that his cock was in her asshole made Marla's mind spin, and she couldn't stop herself from grabbing her pussy through her skirt and squeezing it tightly.
Her cunt burst into flame. She watched the animal-rutting in front of her and could hear the slap of her brother's hips against Sue's fleshy buttcheeks. She heard the moans that escaped Sue's lips and the whimpering that came from Lonny as he lay back in the sand and pounded his meat into a spurting stream of whiteness that gleamed in the moonlight.
Marla's knees quivered and buckled. She fell onto them in the sand. Under the cover of what darkness there was, she lifted her skirt and shoved her hand into her panties and ran her fingers swiftly through the soupy mess of her cunt, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to stop herself. She remembered Stella and began to feel a race of compassion for the girl. She squeezed her eyes shut and whipped her hand over her pussy and around her pulsing, screaming clit and made herself come. She cried out softly, trying to hold back her embarrassment, her feeling of depravity. Her hips bucked and jerked with fucking movements just at the moment her brother growled again and shot other load into Sue's convulsing cunt. Marla felt incredibly vile. She tossed her head and moaned with the lust running rampant through her. The timing had been too perfect. It had been just as if Nick had been fucking her and had brought them off together. The feeling that they had been fucking each other from a distance tore a groan of despair from her lips.
"He's fuckin' her again, he's fuckin' her again!" Lonny whimpered.
Marla's eyes stared at the pair with embarrass-ment and fright, and she saw Lonny crawling towards her through the sand. His cock hung down and out from his crotch, and it was drooling a string of sperm.
Marla snatched her hand from her panties and tried to catch her breath while she backed away from him on her knees. "Lonny, stay away-don't get any ideas, Lonny, don't."
"I want to fuck, too, Marla. I saw you playing with yourself. It's dumb for me to sit there and you to sit here, both of us play in' with ourselves while they get to fuck and fuck. Let's fuck, too, Marla, come on."
"No-Lonny, no!" she choked, her pulse hammering at the thought.
She glanced towards Nick, ready to call to him for help. He was standing on his knees now, holding Sue's dark-haired head to his lap. The girl was sucking his dick avidly, running her hands up and down the shaft just in front of her soft lips. The sight made Marla glance at Lonny's dribbling prick and gasp with revulsion.
"Lonny, get away!" she cried again.
Surprisingly, he stopped his advance. He was still pouting. "Your brother's fuckin' my girl," he said. "That isn't fair. I should get to fuck you, shouldn't I? I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Marla, I really have. And you don't belong to him. He's your brother, and brothers and sisters shouldn't fuck each other." He turned his head and looked at the pair again. "Neither should cousins. What'd he do, go and forget that Sue's his cousin? Shit, look at them," he whined. "Just look at them."
Marla couldn't take any more. She didn't think Nick would save her from Lonny. She waited until Lonny was thoroughly absorbed with Nick and Sue and was playing with his cock again, and she got quietly to her feet and began running away from the beach.
"Hey, come back and suck my prick off, too!" Lonny whined after her.
She didn't turn around. She was terribly frightened that he'd run after her and catch her and stuff his giant cock into her cunt. She stumbled through some bushes when she went over into the vacant lot. Moving lights from the traffic along the highway whipped back and forth, oblivious to the torment and the surging orgasms just a few yards away. After a moment, she could see the parked car, and she headed towards it, out of breath, half in tears.
She opened the door and got inside. The courtesy light flared on and showed Uncle Brad slouched behind the wheel, dozing. He blinked awake and sat up quickly, looking at her. After a moment, he frowned.
"Where are the others?"
"They're still back there," Marla said. She slid into the front seat, staying close to the door.
"Did something go wrong? Didn't you get any money out of that guy?"
"We got the money," she said tightly, wiping her eyes in the darkness. There was a peculiar, disturbing warmth between her thighs, and she still felt tingly all over-unsettled, oddly unfulfilled. She could hear him breathing beside her. She wished she hadn't come to the car but had gone on in some other direction-any direction, just so long as it was away from all of them. She couldn't do this any more, not even for Nick. Especially not for Uncle Brad.
"What's the matter?" Uncle Brad asked. He put his arm around her shoulders and tried to hug her, but Marla stiffened. She didn't like Uncle Brad and never had. He wasn't her blood uncle but had married Aunt Verna, who had died right after Sue was born. He'd never remarried. For a time, he'd had lots of girl friends, until Sue had turned fourteen and had nearly finished filling out into a woman. Then he'd stopped seeing women. Marla had always wondered why, and now she thought she might know. She shivered under his slimy touch and hugged the door.
"Nothing's the matter, Uncle Brad," she said after a moment.
"You had to run away, huh? Another attack of conscience, or whatever you call it? Listen, Marla, we can't have that. I'm doing you and Nick a hell of a favor, taking you in and feeding you and giving you a roof and a way to make money. You ought to be glad you've got a member of the family left alive, somebody to go to. You're both living a hell of a lot better with me than you would be on your own-especially when they take one look at Nick and run the other direction. Think you could support the both of you being a maid or something? Hell, no. You'd end up having to fuck for real, instead of pretending you're going to. That'd be the only way you could make enough. Keep that in mind, Marla, and you'll see you're getting off easy sticking with me."
He put his arm around her again, but she couldn't shrug away this time. She shivered inside the circle of his arm and nearly gagged when his hand touched her upper thigh.
"Don't, Uncle Brad," she cried quietly.
"You've got to get over this, Marla," he breathed gently, sliding up to her until his hip pressed against hers. "You've got to let your Uncle Brad help you get over this. You're going to start scaring them away with your attitude. I went to a lot of work with this guy tonight-following him, checking where he came from, what kind of resources he has. You must think all I do is spot a likely one and point my finger and tell you or Sue to go get him, but it's not like that at all. It takes work. Four hundred might not seem like much to you, but believe me, it's hard to find a guy who's carrying any cash these days. It's all credit cards with the rich ones."
He was acting as if the world were doing him an injustice. "Then why don't you go back to using Sue," Marla said tightly. "Just Sue. She picks the ones who can't get credit cards, doesn't she?"
"Small stuff," Uncle Brad snorted. "Not worth bothering with. Fifty here, twenty-seven on the next one. Listen, I'm going to tell you something private, strictly confidential." He hunched closer to her and lifted his hand higher up her thigh. "Sue's my daughter and all, but she just hasn't got it for the big time. It'll always be the small stuff she attracts. It's not like that with you, Marla. You've got a kind of class they go for. The richest guy down here wouldn't be hesitant about being seen anywhere with you. Can you imagine somebody taking Sue into the King's Cove?" he asked, raising his voice to the proper pitch of believability. "She looks like a tramp! A guy wouldn't be seen dead there with her. But you . . . God, Marla, you'd fit in beautifully, don't you see that?"
His hand inched towards her cunt. Marla sucked her breath, not just for where his hand was but or the way her body was tingling again, as if it didn't realize the perversity of what was happening to it.
She felt horrible inside. She imagined the King's Cove, herself being escorted through it for an evening of plush dining and dancing and whatever else they did there. The picture was dizzying. But there would be the other part of it, the luring, the betraying, maybe even having to fuck the man who had taken her, because there wouldn't be enough bushes for Nick and Lonny to hide behind or a way for them to even get within the stone walls surrounding the grounds or past the guards if they did. She thought of that part of it and shivered strongly again, knowing that whatever she accomplished would be mostly for Uncle Brad.
She turned her head and looked at him slowly. She understood something else, then, something that made her stomach turn. He needed her for his big plans. To be sure she would be able to carry them out, he was going to see that she was fucked, was taught how to fuck, was taught to learn to love fucking-just the way he'd taught his own daughter to love it.
"Oh, God," she whispered almost silently.
She had to get away. She had to break out of his slimy grasp and take Nick and go far, far away-starve in the process if they had to, just as long as they went.
K*.
Her mind and emotions churned. Why had Nick done this to her? Why had he insisted they had to live with Uncle Brad? It was true that he and Sue were the only relatives they had left alive. And it was true that she couldn't earn enough money to keep herself and Nick going. But there had to be another way. Perhaps one of the men she would get to take her to the King's Cove . . .
"If the King's Cove would do all that much for us, Uncle Brad," she choked, "then why not do it tomorrow night? Why are you making me do this with men like Morrie?"
He kissed the side of her neck. His lips were disgustingly warm and tingly against her skin. "Because you're not ready for that, my pretty niece," he said. "You have to learn more. You're still too green. One moment of hesitation on your part, and the mark might get suspicious. That, or he'd figure you for the kid you are and dump you out in the yard. You've got the looks, honey-the tits and the hips and all the rest of the sweet, sexy build-but you lack that certain glint in the eye. And that certain smile that shows a man you know that lips are good for something besides smiling with. That's what you've got to learn before we can do the King's Cove. That's what we're going to start learning right now."
His hand slid all the way to the top of her thigh and nestled in her groin. Marla gasped and felt her uncle's lips slide warmly over her neck again. His fingers inched under her skirt and searched the outside of her panties, then pressed in against the softness of her fleshy cunt mound.
Marla moaned low in her throat with a mixture of revulsion and excitement, damning her body for responding to his touch, feeling that she needed every ounce of resistance she could muster just now, not betrayal again.
"No . . . Uncle Brad, stop it," she choked trying to pull away. "You shouldn't be doing this to me like those other men, you're my uncle!"
But she was already against the door. Her arm was blocked by the armrest so that she couldn't reach the handle, and he pressed her in more tightly, his palm now smoothing fully over her cunt mound, his fingers searching down between the soft, damp inner surfaces of her silken thighs towards her crotch, towards her pussy.
"God, honey, you've got it all in the right places," he whispered huskily to her. "Once you learn to love fucking-you and me, we could go anywhere, suck in anybody, be rich. Doesn't that sound like something to make you give up this silly, girlish attitude for? Doesn't it?"
"No!" she cried, the sound coming out as a wail of anguish. The thought of it-herself and him . . . "Oh, God, no!"
"Come on, honey, spread your legs just a little. Let me show you how good it feels when I tickle your pussy. I'm good at tickling a little girl's pussy."
"That's what you did to Sue, wasn't it!" Marla charged, trying hard to have anger and revulsion replace the growing excitement inside her. "You tickled her little pussy when she was just a girl and taught her to be a slut. Your own daughter!"
He chuckled softly against her ear, saying nothing, making her know that he'd done it just that way. "Mmm, ever had your pussy tickled before? Have any of those guys gotten into your panties yet and given you a thrill?"
"Uncle Brad, stop it!" she cried again, trying to scissor her thighs closed. She couldn't answer. Not to him.
"What the hell are you fighting so hard about, you got something against me? That's not going to work out for us very well, Marla, if-oh, I get it. That girls' school. Did you and the other cunts up there mess around with each other?"
"No, no!" she cried quickly.
"Come on, you don't have to lie to your uncle. I'm on your side. You don't seem to realize that there are more rich women walking around than there are rich men. We don't have to go for men., if that's what your hangup is. We can go for women. Some of the old ones would cluster around your honeyed cunt hole like bees to a fresh flower, and they'd pay and pay. Shit, I didn't even think of it that way until just now. Do you like girls instead, is that it? Did they teach you that up ere?"
"No!" she groaned, overwhelmed with the feeling of baseness at the very suggestion. "God, stop fingering me like that, Uncle Brad, please stop."
Her mind swam with all the perverted, evil plans running through his head. Was there nothing he wouldn't think of to use her for so that he could lie back and collect money without working?
"How about it, Marla-you and me. Sound good? Sound like money?"
She shook her head quickly, trying to clear it. Her thinking was becoming fogged with the undeniable thrills he was making race through her with his fingertip. He had it centered over her clit and was slowly rolling the little nub, better than Morrie had done, causing even more sensation to throb through her.
She fought against it. She didn't want to come in front of him, for him. Then her protestations against his plans would have no meaning. She tried to turn her mind off, to make her body become something insensitive and dead.
"Yes," she choked finally, making her voice reasonable and as calm as she could. "It sounds like money, Uncle Brad. But what about Sue, what about Nick? I can't leave Nick. I feel responsible to him, to take care of him."
His finger didn't stop its terrible rolling. It even slid up and down her cunt, making her panties sink into the silky, wet folds of her gash. She sucked in her breath and wished he would stop caressing her box.
"The hell with them," he said, moving his lips sensitively against the side of her neck, making them nibble on her ear lobe. "They know what to do now. They can start their own business. You don't have to worry about Nick-Sue will take good care of him for you. Besides," he chuckled. "If you're so willing to take care of your brother, then why are you fighting me? You can't get much more incestuous than fucking your own brother. I'm not even a blood relative, remember? There's no shame with us-not when we both want it."
While she was trying to reason clumsily against him, he caught her off guard, pulling the waistband away from her soft, lower belly and shoving his hand fully inside her panties. His fingers blazed a fiery trail across her inflamed flesh and filled her swollen slit. He manipulated her soaked cunt folds and removed any further pretense of being unexcited. He gasped softly at the degree of her wetness and made shame flush through her.
"See, you like it," he said. "I knew you'd like it. I've got a way with fingering cunts they can't resist. But I've got something better than a finger. Here, honey, take a look at this, and you won't be able to resist my offer any longer."
Marla didn't have to look. She knew what he was going to show her. She felt him fumbling around in his lap and heard the soft purr of his zipper. The heated warmth of his rigid prick brushed against her wrist and ripped a cry of alarm from her throat.
"No, Uncle Brad! Don't do anything like that, don't. The others will be back any minute. What will your daughter think? What about my brother? You don't know how violent he can get now. Uncle Brad-no!"
Marla's heart thudded wildly in her chest. He didn't seem to care about any of that. His hand was working around to the side of her hip, cupping her buttcheek, pushing her panties off the smooth roundness of it.
He puffed against her ear with the effort he was exerting in raising her from the front seat. She tried to fight against him, but he was too heavy, too strong, too determined to have his way with her. The next thing she knew, her panties were a band across her knees, preventing her from kicking or being able to twist around effectively.
She felt the warm, humid air blow across her naked stomach and ruffle her golden pubes. Then his hand was over the curls, crushing them as he squeezed her cunt flesh. His fingers pried her pussylips apart and freed the aroma of her cunt. It hung in the car, fragrant and heavy, somehow thrilling all by itself.
She tried to call out, to cry for Nick, but the moment his fingers plied at the mouth of her virginal pussy, the sound stuck in her throat and became a hoarse croak.
Brad seemed to freeze for a moment. "My God," he whispered finally. "So that's your problem. Oh, honey, we can solve that one right now, right this minute. You just lie back here and let your Uncle Brad take care of that little problem in there, and then everything will be more wonderful than you ever imagined."
"No-no!" she cried, resisting his efforts to put her on her back.
"Don't worry about it, honey, I know what to do. You ask Sue if I don't. She didn't even flinch when I popped through her cherry. She just hollered with pure joy and nearly fucked my prick off, she was so hungry for it. So will you, Marla. God, I always said those damn schools weren't right. A girl shouldn't be seventeen and still be carrying her cherry around inside her."
He pulled at her. She gritted her teeth and remained upright. He grunted with effort and then quickly put his hand at the side of her naked hip and made her body roll on top of his. She cried out with surprise and felt his hot cock stab against her cunt mound and her tits flatten on his chest. His arms were around the small of her back, and his hands were holding tightly to her buns. It was an awkward position. He had slouched in the front seat, and her body was sliding down his. He began clawing at her panties, trying to get them past her knees so that he could spread her legs and her pussy and stab his upright prick into her virgin cunt.
"No, no!" she whimpered, feeling him succeed-ing.
"Hold still, Marla. Come up a little and spread your legs, and then you can slide down right on top of my cock. Oh, shit-what a body, what tits, a tight little ass. Here, stay on top of me, and we can go down ..."
His breathing was harsh and hot against her face.
She felt him twisting so that he could lie on the seat on his back and still keep her on top of him.
In all her struggling, she had pulled one leg free of her panties, and he was using that advantage to separate her thighs and spread her pussy open for his stiff prick.
He had pulled her up along his body so that her cunt was giving his belt buckle a wet kiss. She could feel the tip of his prick just below her slit. She tried to lift her ass backwards so that her pussy would rise clear of his cock, but his hands held her tightly to him.
She whimpered again and prayed with all her might that Nick would come and save her for the second time tonight. Where was he? Why wasn't he there when she needed him any more? Was he still on the beach, still fucking Sue?
One shudder after the other swept through her with the thought, for she knew that all the lust inside Nick had been for her. It all seemed so strange, so unreal. First there had been the strange men who had tried to fuck her. Then a friend, Lonny. Now, her uncle.' Would her brother be next? It seemed horrible and dirty, and yet it was all happening. In a moment, it would be over. Uncle Brad's cockhead was pressing against the bottom of her crotch. He was pushing her slowly down his body despite the terrible restraint she was putting against it, gluing her belly to his, flattening her tits shamelessly against him, hugging him with her arms as tightly as she had ever hugged anyone, just to keep her body from slipping down any lower.
The struggle in the car grew silent and deadly. She felt his velvety knob throbbing and swelling against her crotch, as if it were seeking its own way into her warm, slippery pussy. She felt it come into her pulsating cunt mouth and stretch the muscles there.
She cried out harshly and gave a final twitch of her hips and ass that broke her uncle's grasp on her buttcheeks. Free of his clutches and still angled on his sloping body and confined between the door and the steering wheel, Marla pushed away from him towards the only place she could-to the floor, crumpling her legs beneath her, making her naked butt scratch over sand-covered loops of coarse, nylon pile.
"Hey, damn it," Uncle Brad growled at her, his cock throbbing wildly from the delicate, wet touch it had received. "Get back up here, Marla, we nearly had it in."
"No!" she shouted, tucking her elbows against her side when he tried to grab her arms. She couldn't go any farther backward because of the dash. She felt his knees squeeze around her ribs.
His hands held her head and forced it up from his thigh.
"All right, you stupid little bitch, then we'll teach you something else first, before the fucking. Open your mouth," he grated, jerking her head into the alignment he wanted. "Open your mouth and suck my cock instead."
Marla stared at the rising shaft in front of her. She saw the bottom ridges and veins, the spearlike quality of the pulsating head, the way the knob seemed as if it would be soft to the touch. She gasped audibly and felt her mind spin, not at all certain that she had saved herself from a horrible fate. Perhaps she had put herself into a worse position.
"Oh, no ... " she croaked.
He brought her head forward. Her smeared along the rigid length of his cock. She could smell the familiar aroma of her pussy on the tip of his prick right beside her nose. Then there was another odor, a strange one, the aroma of his male cock.
She sniffed. She couldn't stop herself. She felt like a dog, crouched nearly on all fours, sniffing up under the tail of the dog in front of her. The imagery coursed through her and made her shudder, and she knew that this whole episode was going from bad to worse, from something that had partial normalcy to something dirty and perverted.
She sobbed harshly, stiffening her neck when he tried to maneuver her head around. It was a constant battle, and yet her mind kept thinking and thinking. She saw no way out. She wished wildly that she had let his cock run up into her cunt and explode there, ripping out her cherry, stretching her delicate tissues, violating her purity. The rape of her pussy might have been bad, but not as bad as the rape of her mouth.
"Nooo," she moaned, the sound coming out through bubbles of saliva.
She clenched her teeth. He squeezed his knees against her ribs and made them part again with another moan. He guided her head more easily because her neck was weakening. His cock bumped under her chin, grazed over her soft lips, pushed into one nostril to give her the full strength of its heady aroma.
There was some kind of juice on it, leaking from the big slit at the end. It was slippery and dizzying to her senses. It smeared over her lips and seemed to find its own way into her mouth. She flicked out her tongue reflexively and licked the oil off, and flavor burst through her being. "Ohhh, God!" she moaned softly. "That's it, Marla, lick it again. Come on, take another taste. That's prick you're licking-real cock. It's loaded and primed with sweet cream. Open up, baby, and suck on it like a big straw and Uncle Brad's milk. You do that, and I won't try to fuck you again-not for a while. It'll buy your precious cherry some more time, Marla. Suck it. Come on, suck my dick."
She stared at his cock and quivering lower belly, the meaty prick soared skyward from his lap like a stump. The oil was drooling down the length of the shaft now, gleaming in the stray light.
She moaned mindless sounds. There was no more Uncle Brad in front of her, no more thoughts of revulsion toward him or thoughts of incest or perversion. All those had become secondary to the object of her real fears-the dread inside her when confronted with a prick.
She shuddered again and again. She was too conscious of the constant surge of excitement through her body. She knew that her pussylips were quivering wildly, that she was leaking out her hole, perhaps drooling onto the floor. She could feel the sand beneath her knees and the way the sharp grains dug into her flesh, sensitizing her all over. She stared at the throbbing, monstrous prick again and was afraid of herself.
"Open your mouth again, honey," Uncle Brad whispered to her with a coaxing tone. "Purse your soft lips, get your tongue ready. That's it-ahhh, that's it. Suck-suck!"
He drew her face closer. He aimed his prick until it was pointed at her mouth. She felt something inside her grow tight and then snap, and there was practically no resistance left any more.
It all began to seem a big game, something that didn't really matter any more. It felt as if her whole value system were sliding around in her mind until death, or the threat of death, was the only thing that really mattered. Uncle Brad's prick was not deadly. She could survive it. It would mean nothing to her after a little while. Perhaps she would even come to love it-his prick, all pricks, all sex.
He hunched his pelvis up beneath her face. His cock went between her lips. Her mind spun with the dizzying taste, with the incredible thoughts inside her. A new surge of resistance whipped through her, but it had come too late. The thick, soft-hard shaft of his cock was running into her mouth. The velvety knob was slick against her oil-coated tongue. She felt all the bumps and ridges and veins ripple across the sensitive surfaces of her soft lips.
There was a soft push at the back of her throat. A sound came up from the lungs. Uncle Brad whooshed his breath in and drew his dick back a little. He made her head bob up and down over his cock. She felt her tongue groove and press up against the bottom of his shaft. She felt it begin working over his meat as if it couldn't restrain itself.
She began swallowing, even though there was nothing to swallow. Instinctively, she knew there soon would be. His cream, his bucking flow of sperm. What would it taste like? The question seemed important, as if she had to know the answer right away. It seemed as if revulsion had transformed itself into blazing desire, and it was at that moment Marla fully realized what she was doing. She was sucking her uncle's prick! Like a whore! Like a common slut far worse than Sue!
Marla groaned inwardly and tried to shake her mouth free of the meat filling it. But she couldn't, because of his tight grip on her head. She felt her long hair waving silkily about her face and knew it was covering his thighs, brushing against his balls, straining his desire even to the exploding point. She could hear him gasping and puffing, and she knew it would come soon, very soon. The meat in her mouth was pulsing and throbbing and leaking a stream that trickled down her youthful throat.
Where was Nick? God, where was Nick! Why didn't he come? How could he do this to her, insisting that they take up with such terrible people? How could he stay down there on the beach and keep fucking and fucking that slut? If she only hadn't said no to him, then she would be with Nick right now and not her uncle ....
The thought blazed through her and made more shame come. How could she think of fucking her own brother? How could she be sucking her own uncle right now? God, why did her parents have to die and force this horrible change on her life?
"Jesus!" Uncle Brad blurted. It was a strangled sound. He gripped her head more tightly and nearly crushed her ribs with the power of his knees. He panted harshly. Marla could feel his cock swell and buck in the back of her throat.
She whimpered loudly and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to prepare herself in the only way she could. His prick shook in her mouth, filling her with little sensations.
The way his prick pulsed along its length, the way the velvety knob slid under the lubrication of his seepage against the tissues of her throat, the aroma wafting up from his full balls-all of it came into sharp clarity in her mind as if the impressions would be seared into her memory forever.
Then it came. The first jet spurted hotly into her throat. New flavors burst through her senses and made her reel. The inside of her mouth became incredibly slippery, and, where there had been a certain friction between tongue and prick, there was now only slickness-pulsating, warm, vile, wondrous all at once.
Uncle Brad yelled. She heard and yet didn't hear, for her own responses were nearly blotting out his. She was aware of them and yet couldn't believe they were real. They were something she as dreaming.
Her stomach should not have been quivering. Her pussy shouldn't have been pounding around emptiness, the lips drawn back and shimmering with a charge of fluids as her clit throbbed into emptiness and begged for a touch, any touch, against it. She couldn't have been feeling the rushing spasms overtaking her that told her she was coming with him in spite of her resolve not to.
Yet, it was all happening. His cock bucked and spat into her throat and mouth again and again, and she could feel her tongue milking it, drawing out more of his degrading sperm, her throat working hard as it swallowed and drank from his evil prick. It was as if his jizz were running through her immediately, turning her to a mindless, blazing glob of orgasming flesh as it went through and then exited from her drooling, spasming pussy.
She knew she had been wrong. This was next to death. She wished she would quiver into motionlessness and never recover to know the shame and baseness of this moment. She wept openly as she continued to suck his prick and became aware of the incongruousness of the two acts.
With a violent toss of her head, she wrenched her mouth free of his spurting prick and felt it spit a hot flood of fuck juice across her lips, against her chin and nose. He growled wildly and tried to force her mouth back down over his cock as his hips strained upward. And then it stopped. His hips sank back to the car seat. His cock wilted slightly before her eyes, still bubbling and drooling.
She lifted her head and felt the strings of sperm dangling from her lips and chin. They were marks of her debasement. She restrained herself from wiping them away and cleaning off her face so that she would appear spotless and pure again. It would be a lie. She was vile, now, ugly and base, a loathsome object.
She raised up and strung the dangling sperm across his arm. Tears streamed down her cheeks. He didn't seem to care just now what she did. He puffed and slumped back against the seat. She could have run out of the car, and Uncle Brad wouldn't have cared.
She raised herself to the height of the window and saw the three figures coming towards her from the ocean. She wept again. He was coming at last, but he was too late. The strings of jizz began to dry on her chin, and she looked towards her brother and wept and didn't wipe them away.
Chapter Three:
"You rotten son of a bitch!" Nick roared.
He stood outside with the car door open. The courtesy lights glared harshly on the scene. His eyes ran over his sister's dripping face and naked ass and the way her dress was still around her waist.
Uncle Brad blinked sleepily. There was a slow smile on his face, one of contentment. His prick sagged limply to the side, staining his pants. He moved with torpor, coming slowly erect and scooting behind the wheel again.
"Cool it, Nick," he said, his voice husky. "Come on, get in and let's get out of here." Sue and Lonny had already gotten into the back.
"I'm gonna kill you for this, you bastard," Nick said tightly.
Uncle Brad looked at him, and the two locked gazes. "What's the beef, nephew? How are you so different from me, huh? What have you been doing with my daughter that's so much purer than what I did to your sister, huh?"
Nick didn't move or speak. "Nick!" Marla cried. "Say something!"
He glanced away. Sue giggled from the back seat, rubbing her pussy with her hand. She let out a moan of happiness for the sound fucking he'd given her.
"Yeah, say something, honey," she giggled again. "Tell Daddy what a bad boy he is and what a good boy you are. You fucked me all over, Nickey, not just in my mouth. Did you bust her cherry, Daddy? Did you stick it up that cute, little ass of hers?"
Uncle Brad looked back at his daughter and grinned. "No," he said. "Did Nick do all that to you?"
"He wouldn't stop, Daddy. He just went on and on, and I couldn't get him to stop fucking for anything."
Uncle Brad looked at Nick. "Well, now," he said. "You hear that, Nick? My daughter says you fucked her half to death. Seems like it should be me that's mad, not you."
"She wanted it," Nick said.
"Shit, now you're calling my daughter a slut. I'd say you were getting in deeper and deeper, boy. You'd better get into this car before I get sore enough to leave you here and let you fend for yourself from now on. You could try it, Nick, but I don't know how you'd get along with that fucky face of yours. You'd better just cool down, and maybe I'd consider us even, if Sue thinks I should."
Sue giggled again. "You're not even yet, Daddy," she snickered. "Not until you pick her cherry and make her want cock all the time. Not until you make her know she's not all that much better'n me. Then I'll say you're even."
Uncle Brad looked at Nick. Marla felt a groan bubble up in her throat when Nick's gaze lowered and he moved in around the door.
"Slide over," he said quietly.
"Nick, no!" Marla cried. "Look at me! Look at what he did to me!" The strings of thickening sperm dangled from her chin as she spoke, and she could feel it crusting on her cheeks and nose. "Shut up, Marla." "Nick!"
"Goddamn it, shut up!" he shouted. "And wipe that shit off your face. No sister of mine goes around with sperm dripping from her face!"
He didn't look at her. She felt crushed. He bumped her hip and made her move over towards Uncle Brad. The man let out a soft chuckle and started the engine, grinning smugly. She lifted her skirt and wiped the jism away, knowing that her brother was looking at her gold-furred pussy, and not caring. Besides, the shame was on her face, not between her legs. But no one was looking at it, not even her brother.
Uncle Brad reached back and snapped his fingers. Lonny handed him the loot they'd taken from Morrie. Uncle Brad counted it and held the rings and watch up to the light to assess their value.
"Not bad," he said, turning to Marla. "Think about my offer, honey. Another taste or two, and it won't seem like anything at all." "What offer?" Nick flared suddenly. Marla looked at him. It was her chance to cause trouble. But she felt too leaden inside to even make the effort. Besides, Uncle Brad would only deny that he wanted to leave the rest of them out. "Nothing," she said finally, drawing a deep sigh. Uncle Brad drove onto the street and headed back south towards the bright glow from Miami Beach. "You know what your trouble is, Nick?" he said. "You're jealous right now. Jealous as hell. You want your sister to fuck that cherry cunt down around your own prick so bad you can taste it, but you're too hung up to make her do it."
"Fuck yourself, you bastard," he spat.
Uncle Brad chuckled. Marla felt her brother twitch beside her, and she knew it was the truth. She'd known it on the beach, and he wouldn't look at her now. Something inside her sank even lower than it was already, and she cried out to know how all this could be happening to her all at once, all so suddenly. She was no longer anything more than an object in the world-not a person, but an object. A gold mine for Uncle Brad; forbidden desire for her brother; a thing of ridicule to Sue, needing to be taught the joys of wallowing in depravity; and a means of vengeance for Lonny. They were all after her-all wanting to break her down and fuck her virginal cunt. She squeezed her eyes shut and wept silently in the dark car and wished that she could cease to be.
Marla was in the room Uncle Brad had curtained off for her bedroom. Nick was in the living room of the small house, making up the couch for bed. Lonny was in the kitchen getting drunk again. For someone with such a big body, he passed out fast. She had heard Uncle Brad in his room, making his usual phone call about the jewelry. Sue sang off key from the shower even after she'd shut the water off. Marla was standing woodenly in the middle of the small enclosure, holding the sperm-stained wad of her dress in her hand as if she didn't know what to do with it or with herself. She wore fresh panties, but had not yet put on her nightie, and her naked tits rose up and down softly with her shallow breathing.
"Marla ..." she heard. She turned her head. Nick stood in her doorway with his shirt off and hesitated. His eyes flickered over her tits and her pantied ass and the soft swell of her hips.
Oddly, she didn't try to hide her body from him. That sort of thing didn't seem to matter to her any more. "What," she said dully.
He came in and closed the door behind him, unable to keep his eyes from her nakedness. He went up to her and lifted his hands as if to hold her and then dropped them.
"I'll kill him," he said finally. "No. It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me. The rotten son of a bitch." His face curled into an ugly snarl.
"He was right, wasn't he, Nick? About you?"
"Of course not!" Nick flared. "What's the matter with you? I came in here to tell you I was sorry it happened, and now you're standing there siding with him. Go on and fuck the bastard, if that's the way you feel. Why should I give a damn. I hardly know you any more, after all that time you spent away from home."
She looked at him, ranting and fuming, trying to pretend. She felt the backs of her eyes sting. "I hardly know you any more, either, Nick. You've changed so much-become so angry and violent..."
He glanced up at her. "You'd be happy with a face like this?" he grated.
"It doesn't mean that much, Nick. Not to me. I see beneath the face. I see you for the sweet, warm brother you are-you were. I remember too much, the good times. Oh, Nick, everything is changing so fast for me. Why can't you stay the same? You're all I have left, Nick, don't destroy that, too."
His expression changed. The hard look of defiance and bitterness went out of his eyes and made them soft, even through the angry scars around them.
"Oh, hell, Marla ..." he whispered quietly. He went to her and held her to him tightly, and she heard a small sound in his throat.
Emotions swelled inside her as she snuggled into the circle of his arms and pressed her nearly naked body against his. She felt her tits flatten and her nipples rub against the bare skin of his chest. She felt the pussyhairs inside her panties become crushed and flattened over her soft cuntlips as her middle snuggled against his.
Then his hands were over her nylon-slick buttcheeks, and her nipples were stiffening into rubbery spikes that threatened to punch through his chest, and the caress was no longer that of a tormented brother and dejected sister seeking comfort in each other but something deeper, something frightening.
"Nick ..." she whispered. "Oh, Nick . . . this isn't right, it can't be true."
"It's as right as any of the rest of it, Marla," he breathed huskily. His palms made circles over her round buns. His fingers squeezed into the resilient flesh of her cheeks and sent naughty waves of sensation rippling through her.
It was a caress. Nothing more than a caress. Marla thought that and didn't try to pull away from him. She let out a soft moan and hugged her brother more tightly, feeling certain that he wouldn't want it to go any farther than this either-not really.
"We've got to get away from them, Nick-just the two of us. I can get a job, I know I can," she said. She felt a swelling thump between her thighs, a bulge pressing in against her pantied gash, yet she still didn't move. She pushed back instead, feeling guilty for doing it, because it was a ploy, a promise f something he couldn't have. She quelled the "t, because it seemed all right to rub her pussy against his growing prick if that was what it took to get to get him to agree to leave. "Marla!" he gasped.
His cock fairly throbbed against her soft cunt mound. She couldn't stop the waves of illicit sensation that rippled through her body. She put her chin into the hollow of his shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut against the guilt and shame mounting inside her and enduring the throbbing closeness of her brother's prick. He was so warped lately that it would take drastic measures for her to convince him. He would understand later, when she told him they couldn't do it, when his thinking ad been straightened around again.
Yet, there was a disturbing joy in the feelings running through her, a sense of lightness. She shook her head quickly to dispel such a wicked thought and urged him again.
"Nick, just the two of us-we can do it alone."
"No, it won't work, Marla!" he cried, rubbing his hands over her ass, his fingers plucking at the band at the top of her panties. "We need him because I can't get a job, and I won't have you supporting me."
"Nick, that's crazy. Somebody will hire you. The world isn't that cruel, Nick."
He emitted a strangled sound and shoved his hands into her panties, grabbing her naked buns and squeezing the firm flesh hard.
"It's cruel, all right," he choked. "What would you know about it, since you haven't been in it for three years, up in that fantasy place, that school. They threw me out of the hospital when they found out there wasn't going to be any money to pay the bill. Marla, this might not be the best, but being with Uncle Brad is better than welfare workers hanging around our necks. We can learn to put up with it. Our time will come, honey, you'll see. Fifty bucks apiece for tonight-we can save it up. Oh, God, Marla, I need you," he panted, spreading her buttcheeks, running his hands over her ass shamelessly, making no more pretense of trying to hide his hard prick. "I need you, but we need money, too."
"We get fifty each?" she gasped, stifling the moan of desire inside her. It was getting out of hand now. She knew it was, but she couldn't pull away from him-not just yet. For some reason she felt safe with Nick. She felt that her desire could rise high but that he would not take advantage of his sister. She felt a paradoxical mixture of innocence and shame, and it was dizzying. "Fifty dollars?" she repeated weakly.
"The bastard should keep the fifty and split the rest of it among us. He'll get another three or four for the jewelry. We do all the work, take all the risks. You should get half for what you had to put up with."
"Nick, stop talking about it," she said weakly, trying to turn away from him now. Her swollen nipples damned her for being aroused. She could feel her thighs rub together under the slide of lubrication from inside her pussy. She felt his hands tighten on her ass again and the way the shaft of his straining prick fitted itself into the groove between her cuntlips. The awareness came to her then that they were separated from actually fucking each other by only the sheer nylon over her cunt.
She gasped and looked down and saw his naked prick rising stiffly from the gap in his pants. The pink knob throbbed and pulsated up at her, and she knew that she wasn't safe any more, not even with her own brother.
"Nick!" she cried. "God, Nick-no! I'm your sister! Ohhh, let go of me, Nick, take your hands out of my panties! Put it away, put it away!"
"No-Marla, wait a minute, honey! I need you, Marla-you need me. God, I won't-I'm not trying to fuck you, I swear it! I wouldn't do that to my own sister. I just need to feel you against me, to know that there's a girl somewhere who cares about me. God, you don't know what it's been like these past two months. Nobody looks at me. The girls turn away in disgust. Damn it, I'm human! Just let me feel your body against me, honey, that's all-I swear, that's all!"
"Oh, God!" she gasped. He pulled on her ass and slammed their middles together. The head of his cock was warm and pulsing against her lower belly. The rigid shaft had spread her soaked, bloated pussy lips inside her panties. The bottom of it rasped over the straining nub of her clit, and she was overwhelmed by desire and illicitness at the same time. She felt weak and limp in his arms. She didn't know if she would be able to resist him or not. All he would have to do was shift his hands and rip off her panties and lift her body slightly until her cunt was centered over his spearing prick.
"Nick, you can't!" she wailed raggedly. "Don't do it to me, Nick, don't do it, don't do it!"
Her arms were around his neck. Tears steamed from her eyes. She felt herself become one blob of helpless, quivering jelly, and she knew it was going to happen to her. The way his prick was rolling against her clit, she wouldn't be able to stop it. She took shallow breaths against the side of his neck and let it come, praying that he wouldn't fuck her.
Her body trembled. A cry rose in her throat, and she used all her will to choke it back. She hugged his neck tightly and felt her tits balloon against his chest. Her hips and ass shook in his hands and grew taut and solid as rocks. Her thighs quivered against his, and she could feel her pussy pounding and pulsing in ecstasy. Her cuntlips ran with juices and filled her panties, and they seemed to flutter and suck at the shaft just out of their reach.
"Marla ..." Nick said, his hands still working over her ass. "Honey, I don't..."
Her mind went dizzy. His words became unclear. She held herself against him as rigidly as possible and did all she could to hide the waves of orgasm coursing through her body, hoping he wouldn't notice, not knowing how he could miss what she was doing, how hard she was coming.
"Nick!" she gasped finally, her breath coming from her lungs in a small explosion. "Nick, don't do it to me!" She sagged limply in his arms and wondered what it mattered any more.
"Honey, it'd just be for a little while," he said. "Fifty bucks a time-maybe more, if I can bully him into it somehow. We'll save it up and then make our break. It's not the same as being a whore. God, I couldn't do that to you, Marla."
She opened her eyes and lifted her head back and looked at him. His brow was wrinkled with concentration. She felt the last shudders of orgasm ripple through her and knew that he hadn't noticed, that they'd been talking on different levels.
"Honey, I know it's tough, but you can do it. You can keep on doing what you did tonight. Think of the money. Think of our chance to get away when we have enough. You're right about one thing, Marla-we need each other. I need you more than you realize. Do it for me, Marla."
Incredible shame washed through her. Not only had she sneakily come against her brother's cock, but he was now asking her to repeat the degradation she'd suffered tonight at the hands of other men-again and again. She felt as if she'd been suddenly infected with the same poison that had sickened him, and it frightened her.
"No, Nick-I can't do that. Not any more, I can't!"
"Honey, don't turn away from me now. You're the only girl in the world who even looks at me, who lets me hold her." He captured her shoulders and made her face him again. His hands had worked her panties off one asscheek. His prick throbbed between them when he hugged her again. She kept her head turned to the side, afraid to let it build between them again.
"Nick, you're only torturing yourself," she whispered urgently. "You can't fuck me, Nick, I won't let you. I can't do anything for you. God, stop it, Nick!" she cried. "It's no good! Besides, there is another girl who'll look at you. She even fucks you, which is something I won't do. You spent all night fucking her when you should have been saving me from Uncle Brad's filthy, vile, spurting, creaming . . . Oh, my God! Morrie was right! You want to see me being degraded by those men. You want me to be raped and made into a whore so that you can live it vicariously and have something else to hate and to be bitter over. Nick, my God, what's happened to you?"
"That's not it at all, you've got to believe me!" he cried. "It's just the money. That's why I'm ready to kill that bastard uncle for what he did to you."
They struggled. Marla wanted to believe him but couldn't. She wanted to get away from him and catch her breath. She felt hypocritical and evil. She had used him to satisfy her own desires and was now turning him away so that he couldn't satisfy his, inside her body. She wanted to care for him and get him away from the poisonous influence of their uncle, yet she wasn't willing to sacrifice herself just a little to make it possible.
She knew he was right about the money. They could save it fast. But there was a nagging fear inside her she didn't like looking at. Why had he stopped Morrie so late? Why did he want her to stay under the same roof with Uncle Brad, having heard his threat to fuck her cherry open and to make her love sex as much as Sue?
Marla's tits slapped against his arm as she fought with him. His hands were all over her body, palming her naked ass, making her panties become a slash across the middle of her wet pussy. His arms went around her again, but with a different strength, and she couldn't tell any difference between what he was doing to her and what Morrie and Uncle Brad had done to her. She was still having to fight him off. She felt the nose of his prick plow through her pubes and stretch her pussylips apart before it popped up and slapped into her belly, and she groaned with fear that he would fuck her.
"Well, well, well," Sue's mocking voice came from the doorway. "Daddy's success with her got to you, huh, Nickey? Honey, I'm insulted. I thought I'd worn out your penie for the night, but there it is, sticking up as big and hard as ever. Go on, don't let me stop you. Stick her one. I can't wait to see how much she enjoys getting fucked."
Nick stopped struggling with Marla. They both looked at Sue, who was slouching in the doorway. She wore a yellow nightgown that came just below the line of her pussy. Her round tits were clearly visible, and the darker orbs of her nipples capped the ends and pushed out against the thin fabric. Her dark pubes showed through the yellow thinness in a clear triangle of ready lust.
"Get out of here," Nick growled at her.
"Oh, don't mind me, sweetie. That dong's big and stiff, and it'd be a shame to have all that hard meat go to waste. She'll like it, don't worry. We both take after Grandma, only Marla won't admit it yet. One fuck, and she'll be climbing over every prick she sees, just like me. Come on, Marla, take the panties the rest of the way off and let him fuck it up in there. I want to see you go ape."
"You slut!" Marla hissed, unable to think of anything else to say to her.
Sue merely giggled. "Anything you call me, you're calling yourself, honey. That makes us both sluts. The difference is that I know what Grandma gave me-a pussy that itches all the time-and I take care of it. You're unreal, Marla. You want to fuck like a mink, but you go around pretending you don't. But I can see how much your hot pussy is watering for Nickey's prick right now. Your crotch is soaked." She laughed again, tipping her dark head back and making her tits thrust forward.
Shame whipped through Marla again and made her blanch. She turned the emotion to anger. "Nick's not a pervert like you!" Marla flared at her. "He knows that incest is wicked, and so do I. Just because you haven't got any moral sense and go around fucking your own father . . . My God, Sue! How can you!"
"Easy, honey. I just spread my legs and make my twat wink at him. Besides, Daddy's the best screw I ever had, and I've had lots. And I don't see anything the matter with it. What does it matter who the prick is hung on, if you don't have a baby or any of that stuff? I mean, that's all the incest stuff's about, having babies-so that it won't come out with two heads or something. And who's dumb enough to have a baby? You don't have to risk it. Then it would be all right for you to fuck Nickey, just like you want to. Besides, if it's all that wicked, how come your pussy's so wet, huh?" She giggled again.
"Oh, God!" Marla cried, feeling more naked than she was, as if her very thoughts and desires had been exposed under a glaring light. She wondered if Sue had seen her come so shamelessly against her brother.
She heard Nick's breathing deepen. She felt him hold her more tightly, as if he were hearing exactly what he wanted to hear. She knew the question of incest hadn't bothered him, or he wouldn't have put his prick inside Sue, his cousin. She now wondered if her being his sister would be enough to stop him when his desire was high enough, when he hadn't just blown his wad into Sue's greedy cunt four or five times. She didn't know. She was afraid of the answer. It had scarcely been enough to restrain her. She groaned inside again for the way she had come against him, wondering how she could have let herself do such a loathsome thing.
"Nick, let go of me," she said, trying once more to draw away from him. She had to cover her shame.
Sue didn't leave the room. She came in and sat on the edge of the bed as if curious to see what was going to happen. Her nightgown rode up to her pussy, and dark curls peeped out between her thighs. Nick stared at them and then turned to Marla, his face flushed with heat.
"She's got a point, honey-about the babies," he said softly.
"Nick! You can't believe that! God, she's sick, can't you see it? She has the morals of a bitch in heat, and now you're talking just like her."
She glanced at Sue. Her cousin had lifted her feet up to the edge of the bed and was leaning with her back against a bolster. Her knees were high and spread wide, and her gash showed pink and glistening inside the dark rim of fur. Her fingertip was trailing slowly up and down the slit, making her cunt tissues bloated and ready for a cock.
Marla swallowed hard. She was still too aware of the way her brother's dick throbbed restlessly against her. She sucked in her breath and heard Sue moan as the exploring fingertip rimmed her muscular, slippery pussy hole and her hips rotated softly once.
"Nick," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. "Nick, she wants it again. Go fuck her, Nick. Go ahead, it's all right. I don't mind now, really I don't. You're all excited, and you've got to do something. Nick, you can't do it to me."
Chills ran along her spine. She saw her brother look at her with a startled, lustful expression as he tried to puzzle out her sudden willingness to let him fuck Sue. But how could she tell him that she was being selfish again-that if she made him lose his load in Sue's cunt, then he wouldn't want to let it spurt into hers?
Marla tingled all over. She had to do this. She had to let slutty Sue be the safety valve for her brother's passions, no matter how disgusted she might be by it-by even watching it happen. As long as there was one other girl in the world who would let Nick fuck her, then that was the way it had to be-even if it was Sue.
"Nick, go on," she whispered softly, turning his hips, being careful not to let her arm brush against his throbbing cock.
"Mmm, that's a beautiful hard-on, Nickey," Sue moaned, rolling her wet cunt meat with her hand thoroughly. "And you know I'm always ready for a stiff prick to come in and give me the shivers. But I'm going to turn you down this time. Mmm, God, I'm just going to lie here on this bed and finger myself off big and hard while I'm watching you stick that beautiful cock into your sister."
She was moaning and rolling her head and hips. Wet sounds came from her open cunt as the muscles stretched and the juices flowed. Her thighs flexed open and closed, and Nick stared at the rosy meat between them, his cock throbbing anew.
"Nick, go on," Marla insisted. "She's trying to cause trouble, that's all. Hurry, go fuck her, Nick."
"Nickey, honey, don't you see what baby sis is trying to do? She wants you to squirt your load into me so that she won't have to fuck you. Isn't that selfish of her? We both know that lovely, stiff cock is for her and not for me, don't we? Just like at the beach? Come on, honey, exert yourself- fuck her. Break that big tight cherry and wake her up. Then you'll be able to have her all you want, because there won't be any reason for her to say no after the first time."
Marla felt her face go hot. She was getting worried. Nick wouldn't budge, but kept standing there with his stiff cock hammering the air in front of her. She quickly readjusted her panties, pulling them up over her butt, making them snug around her pussy. The wetness was warm and slippery between her thighs, and she couldn't look into his eyes. If he even suspected that she had degraded herself against him a moment ago, then everything would be lost, and he would take her in his arms again and drive his cock up into her cunt and claim her for lover and sister both.
A voice came from the doorway again-Uncle Brad's. "I just talked to Abe, and he thinks we can fence that- Well, now." He stopped short and looked at each of them in turn, seeing Nick standing in front of Marla with an erect prick, seeing Marla's tipped, swollen boobs and the damp patch at her crotch. He looked at his daughter, who was still moaning and gently shifting her hips on the bed as her hand splashed in her wet cunt.
"Hi, Daddy," she said, looking up at him with heat glowing in her dark eyes.
"Honey, what's going on? How come you're playing with your cunt?"
"I'm all horny, Daddy, waiting for Nickey to fuck her. They were just about to do it when I walked in on them and-"
"That's a lie!" Marla snapped. "You've got a filthy mouth to go with your mind."
"So, what are you waiting for, Nick?" Uncle Brad winked at him. "I didn't get anywhere with her, but maybe you can. She's got some kind of hangup about it she's going to have to get rid of, if we're going to make a success out of this new venture. Slam it to her, buddy, and then everything's forgotten, okay? I've got plans-big plans, and she's central to them. But not as a virgin, get me?" He looked at Nick levelly, saying something additional with his eyes. Nick understood and looked away, and Marla's heart sank again.
"Poison," she whispered. "Nick, they're poison!"
"What's her problem?" Uncle Brad asked his daughter. He went to the bed and sat beside her upraised thigh and watched her fingers dabble in the wet folds of her pussy. Then he took her hand away and put his there, rolling her clit directly and making her groan with a new blast of heat.
"Ohhh, Daddy, you've got the best damn fingers of anybody, I swear you do!" she cried, bucking her hips at him, grabbing her full tits through the thin nightie and rolling them in her hands.
"Marla thought so, too," he chuckled. "Then she gave me this line about naughty uncles."
"That's it-that's what's stopping her now. She's hung up on the incest thing with Nickey. Daddy-Ohhh, Daddy, let's show them that incest is good and right and . . . ohhh, not so fast, or you'll make me pop."
Marla sucked in her breath. She had never witnessed anything so disgusting in her life. The girl was rolling about on the bed, squeezing her thighs tightly around her father's hand, opening them again to give him complete freedom with her wet gash.
Yet, there was something illicitly thrilling about it, for she knew exactly what Sue was feeling under the touch of those fingers. She saw Uncle Brad's cock bulge out in the front of his pants. Then his daughter reached into his lap and undid all the fastenings and took his prick into her dainty hands and massaged it until it was throbbing and red and unbelievably rigid.
Marla began swallowing reflexively when she looked at it and had to consciously stop herself. She felt chills of desire and horror mix and tingle up and down her body. She felt her brother put his arm about her waist, and she could hear his breathing grow heavier.
"Mmm, Daddy, Daddy, the hell with them. Fuck me-fuck me!"
Sue slid down the bolster onto her back, shifting her hips around so that she lay lengthwise on the bed under him. Uncle Brad shucked his pants off and removed his shirt and poised himself above her body, nude and pulsing at the end of his prick. She squirmed under his gaze and lifted her yellow nightie up to her chest, baring her full, round tits her father.
He dipped his head and sucked the nipple of each one into his mouth, pulling it into rubbery erectness and making each glow. Sue moaned and shivered under her father's touch, offering him her boobs, pursing her lips for him to kiss. Marla watched their tongues become entangled, and something seemed to happen to her breathing.
She felt excitement tremble from her brother's hand to her hip as they both watched, and she could feel her own tits swelling with renewed passion.
Marla couldn't stop watching the scene in front of her. She didn't want to watch. She didn't want Nick to watch, either, because she was afraid of the heights his passion would reach. It seemed clear that Sue wasn't going to let him vent his lust on her, and there was only one other target for it-her own virginal body.
"Ohhh, Daddy, you're teasing me again," Sue cried, writhing in passion underneath his body. "I hate it when you do that."
"You love it," he said huskily. He dipped his hips and made the tip of his prick slip up through her watery twat folds. Sue moaned and lifted her hips, and Marla could nearly see her hungry cunt mouth open and close and smack its lips after the elusive prod.
Nick let out a soft moan beside her. He pulled her closer to him until their hips were in warm contact. His fingers inched around her waist and began to sneak into the top of her panties, smoothing over her soft underbelly and reaching for her pubes and the virginal cunt just beneath.
Marla sucked in her breath, not knowing what to do. If she struggled again, Nick might use force. They would urge him to, even to the point of holding her down and her legs apart, she was sure of that. If she allowed him to have his way, then . . . she wasn't sure what would happen.
In particular, she wasn't certain what she would do. The tips of his fingers were making her belly quiver again. She cursed herself silently, wishing she could exercise more control over her youthful passions. But, Sue had been right-she had inherited that awful heat, too, she knew it.
"Nick, let's go," she whispered to him. "I can't watch this any more. Nick, if you love me the way you say you do, then take me away from this horrible sight, this terrible perversion. Don't subject me to it any more, Nick, please!"
He looked towards her. He licked his lips with indecision. He glanced down and saw the way his fingers had crept into the top of his sister's panties, the way they bumped out the nylon and wriggled there as he felt her pubes and pressed against the softness of her virginal, furry cunt mound. He looked at the way his cock stood up from the gap in his pants, stiff, now beginning to bead with clear oil, as if a tear were leaking out of its eye for the sadness of his situation.
"Marla ..." he choked.
She didn't know what he was going to say to her. Sue moaned and then gave out a piercing cry of rapture, and they both looked and saw that Uncle Brad had thrust his prick all the way into his daughter's writhing cunt.
"Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!" she cried happily, tossing her legs into the air stiffly, opening her pussy wide for him. She bent her legs and wrapped them around his ass, digging her heels into his crack and pushing his cock into her cunt to the hilt. They rocked fiercely for a moment, and his balls slapped against her asshole, sending thrill after thrill through her petite body.
Sue's hips tossed and churned, and they could see her head rocking back and forth as she moaned and made her spine ripple. Her tits pushed fitfully into his palms, and her tongue licked between her lips again and again until he captured it and sucked on it with his mouth.
"As hot as ever, aren't you, little pussy?" he asked her huskily. "I thought Cousin Nick had taken care of you for the night."
"Nobody can take care of me the way you can, Daddy-nobody! Oh, don't tease me again, don't stop fucking me!"
He chuckled softly and turned his head to be sure he still had his audience. His prick was still inside her hole, pushed to the limits, soaking up the warm, slippery sensations her muscular contractions were giving it as her cunt milked up and down the length of the shaft.
"See how Sue enjoys fucking, Marla?" he said. "It's the way nearly everybody enjoys it when they haven't got hangups. I taught her not to have any, to give in to her natural heat, and you can see how thankful she is to me for that. Boy, Granny must have been quite a gal."
"God," Marla whispered. "You're sick."
He humped on Sue a few times to keep her primed and couldn't help letting out a soft moan. "Some would say that," he agreed. "I don't think so. Is your attitude toward sex any healthier?"
He left her with that question dangling between them and began to fuck his daughter again, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Sue began her writhing and squirming again and began to yip sharply as her peak approached.
When it finally came, it was like a small, furry explosion. Dark hair flew all over the pillow. Her butt churned and shook and pounded up and down on the bed. Her legs shot out and curled back again. Her small arms gripped her father's back and squeezed a grunt out of him, and her soft, wet lips were all over his face and neck and shoulders. Her tits seemed to swell up and lift his body from her chest.
Marla watched Uncle Brad's buttcheeks tighten and quiver as he drove his cock all the way to the base of his daughter's cunt and planted his load there. She could see his balls pumping out his sperm. She heard the noises he made and remembered the ones he had made in the car. Again, she began swallowing reflexively, even though there was nothing in her mouth.
It was terrifying to watch them fucking. She didn't know there could be such intensity to sex. The orgasm that had swept over her in the past were nothing compared with the tempest inside her cousin. And if they had inherited the same degree of heat, then . . .
She swallowed again, feeling her mouth go suddenly dry. She wanted to, but she couldn't stop herself from wondering, from wanting to experience such an orgasm. Just once. But how?
Guiltily, she looked at Nick, her heart standing still. She posed the question to herself again, silently. She felt his fingertips reach the area of her pussy and begin pressing in against the soft flesh of her cuntlips. Her clit was throbbing again, and she couldn't help it.
"Nick ..." she gasped, the sound barely audible.
"Marla, I-God, I. .. "
They held each other's gazes for a long moment. Her tits strained towards him from her chest, and his prick reached for her. The strain was broken by Sue's giggle, or Marla knew it would have happened. She would have gone to the floor on her back and allowed her brother to fuck her, and damn the guilt and the shame and the consequences.
"Come on, Nickey, fuck her!" Sue urged coarsely.
The moment between them was broken, even for Nick. He licked his dry lips and pulled Marla to him roughly, spinning her around so that her ass was against his hips. "Nick, no!" she cried.
She felt him claw at her panties, felt her ass bared. His cock strained up between her cheeks, and he rubbed it there, making the flesh around her little, brown asshole pull and stretch and shoot thrills through her.
"Nick, stop!" she cried again.
"I'm not going to fuck you, honey," he puffed in her ear. "I'm not going to fuck you, I'm not!"
His hands came around and captured her pointed tits, rolling the firm balls of flesh, fingering the nipples, sending unbelievable sensations charging through her body.
He pumped against her butt, fitting his cock tightly between her asscheeks, somehow using his hips to make the round globes surround his rigid shaft completely to give him a silky channel of sorts to fuck.
Marla cried out again and felt herself being bent forward from the waist as he pressed up against her backside. She went off balance and had to start stumbling forward. There was nowhere to go but to the bed where Sue and Uncle Brad were. With each pump against her butt, Nick seemed to be pushing her there, and it was the last place she wanted to go.
"That's it, honey, come on over here and let Daddy and me help you. Nickey, you're absolutely wild tonight, the way you're pounding your little sister's butt." Sue giggled again and moved her thighs, and Marla could see the white slipperiness of Uncle Brad's sperm come sliding out of the dainty, pink cunt hole and soak into her bed.
She groaned inwardly and prayed for a quick, painless end. She knew there was no help for it now. Nick was going to fuck her open. At least it was going to be Nick. Thank God for that.
Her knees gave out just as she reached the bed. They hit the floor, and pain shot through her kneecaps. Her elbows dug into the mattress. Sue and Uncle Brad made room for her, and they were grinning over her discomfort. Nick was still behind her, pinning her to the edge of the bed, pounding up against her ass with his rigid prick.
Marla looked at the two evil faces in front of her, and they began to swim before her vision. She was aware of Sue coming around on the bed to squat beside her. Then the dainty hands were on her asscheeks, smoothing over them, feeling their resilience even as Nick pounded up against her again. She tried to resist and to fight, but Uncle Brad held her down.
He sat with his legs on either side of Marla's face so that she was staring directly at his shiny prick and at his furry balls. The odor of his sperm and his daughter's cunt juices filled her nostrils and threatened to stifle her. She saw the brown, puckered mouth of his asshole at the apex of his hairy thighs, and she sucked in her breath and prayed.
"Nick, help!" she wailed.
But the cry was useless. It wasn't someone else trying to rape her now. It was Nick himself, and she groaned loudly, giving voice to the depths of her despair.
Chapter Four:
Sue's hands pried at her asscheeks, parting them. Uncle Brad's prick began to lift again, rising up before her nose like a vein-throated snake. She could feel her brother's breath puff hotly against the back of her neck as he leaned against her back and pressed his cock into her deep crack.
"Back up, Nickey, you can't fuck her that Back up, now, and do it right."
Sue felt him lift off her back. Her buns spread wide apart, she didn't know by which one of them. She felt her asshole winking lewdly as the skin around it was stretched. She knew her brother was staring at it, at the way her pussylips puffed down beneath her crotch, shiny and dripping and covered with golden down.
Marla moaned with the depths of her humiliation. How could he do this to her? How could he let these two wicked people become a part of it? At least he could have spared her that.
Sue reached out behind Marla's ass. She heard Nick moan, and she knew Sue was taking his prick in her dainty fingers. She felt the velvety, oiled head of it slide down her crack and throb over her bung. Then the thick shaft had turned the corner under the bottom of her crotch and was sliding up through the oiled folds between her pussylips, thrilling her against all wishes.
"Ohhh, no, Nick, no!" she moaned, twisting her hips, trying to shake his rod free of her sensitive gash.
Sue let go of his cock and held Marla's hips still for him. "In, Nickey, in!" she bubbled.
Nick fell against her again, breathing hotly on the back of her neck. He moved his hips. His cock slid up and down her satiny groove and rippled over her clit, making the fiery nub burst into flame. Marla groaned again and shivered from one end of her charged body to the other while Uncle Brad and Sue laughed and urged her brother on.
More terrible to her than what was happening was the way her body was responding to her brother's cock. Even in front of the other two, her audience. She felt her pussy mouth quiver and suck as if it wanted that big prick bumping up against it to go inside, heedless of the shame. She felt her cuntlips quivering and flapping and drooling thickly, smearing his cock with her honey, juicing it up from tip to hilt in preparation for his invasion.
She moaned again and again and shook her ass at him, even though Sue was still trying to hold her rump still. "No, Nick, no!" she cried. "Don't fuck me, I'm your sister-your sister, Nick!"
"Hurry up, Nickey, it's hard to hold her," Sue complained. "Honey, you'd better stop that and begin cooperating, or Daddy's going to stuff his big cock in your mouth again. Aren't you, Daddy?"
Uncle Brad grinned down on her. He braced his heavy thigh across the arm he'd been holding down with his hand and moved the hand to his thick cock, wrapping his fingers around it. He began to jack it slowly, right before her eyes. He chuckled thickly and said nothing. He didn't have to say anything. Marla understood. She began that reflexive swallowing again, and it made him laugh with pleasure.
Nick's face was next to her ear. His warm breath puffed onto it. "Hang on, honey," he whispered very softly, barely forming the words. The others couldn't possibly have heard them.
A chill raced through Marla. Her pussy spasmed wildly for a moment, as if his cock were already inside her virginal cunt. She felt his prick slide to the base of her gash. The meaty knob pushed at her tingling cunt mouth, and she squealed with the imminence of her fate and shook her ass as hard as she could.
Nick's cock popped around the corner again. Sue cried out for him to hurry and applied more of her slight weight to Marla's hips, making mewing sounds of effort while putting her cheek against Nick's back.
Nick pushed. There was a terrible sensation of spreading, of forcing, of opening and throbbing. Marla screamed throatily towards Uncle Brad's balls, her eyes popping wide open. She was filled with the sensation of oiled prick sliding into her body.
"Nick!" she croaked.
"Oh, Jesus, fuck her, Nickey, fuck her!" Sue squeaked happily, unable to keep from covering her drooling pussy with her hand and whipping the still-oozing sperm into a white froth that coated the redness of her tissues.
One of Nick's hands came away from her tit and covered her mouth, gagging off her cry of pain and depravity. He puffed against her ear again, lying on her back and pushing his prick slowly into her body, inch by inch, spreading, spearing, skewering her with his cock.
"Oh, God, I'm in your cunt," he gasped. "Marla, darling sister-I'm in your cunt at last!"
She shook her head and croaked against his palm. Didn't he know? Couldn't he tell the difference? She cried inwardly at the terrible pain. Then his pubes crushed up against the soft flesh of her buttcheeks, and his cock was up her asshole to the balls.
Marla's eyes watered. She blinked away the stinging tears and watched Uncle Brad jacking himself harder and harder. She felt Nick draw back, pulling his cock along the walls of her ass, making her whole bung stretch out and suck after it lewdly.
Her tissues burned with terrible fire. She wanted to shout at him to stick his cock into her cunt if he was going to rape her-at least her pussy was meant to receive such a terrible pole. At least it would have the necessary lubrication.
But then she was glad he had covered her mouth with his hand and had prevented her from being able to speak. As long as his cock was in her asshole and he didn't know the difference, then he wouldn't fuck her cunt. Incredibly, in the midst of midst of being fucked, she was still a virgin. The thought reeled through her with its irony. The Virgin Rape. It sounded like the title of book, no more impossible or paradoxical than anything else that had happened tonight. His prick slid into her tight ass again, reaching far up. She felt her buns being flattened by his hips once more, and she moaned low in her throat. The pain had become deadened. His prick had a good coating of juice from riding through her slippery gash. Sue let go of her ass and fell back on the bed, whipping her pussy into a writhing stew of rosy flesh and juice, moaning and tossing her head. Her father looked at her, and his prick jumped in his hand again.
Marla couldn't believe what was beginning to happen to her. Not only had the pain lessened, but there was also new sensation taking its place. Nick fucked in and out of her asshole with increasing speed, and there was no question of it-it was beginning to feel good.
Not good, exactly, but thrilling. It made her catch her breath and hold it for a long moment. It made it so that her ass wouldn't hold still for him any more. She felt as if she had to wave her rump at him, to arch her spine and push backward.
She tried to put it on a level other than her own lust. She owed him a come. She'd gotten one from him, and now she owed him one.
But that was a lie. She knew it the moment the thought formed in her mind. She was enjoying getting buggered. There was no way to hide the truth from herself any longer. Shame and a sense of perversion washed through her and ripped another moan from her throat. Yes-she was enjoying it!
Nick, Nick! she cried inwardly. You're fucking my asshole and don't even know it!
She felt his prick throb inside her butt, readying itself for the big explosion that would come. She saw images flash across her eyes, felt attitudes pull at her emotions. Not all was sweetness and light. He was raping her. If he was fucking in the wrong hole, that was nothing to his credit. It was his intent that counted, and that had been to grab her and fuck her pussy open, no more, no less. It made him no better than Uncle Brad had been. Or Morrie. Or the other two. Or the ones tomorrow and the days after. Nick was no better than any of them, and she couldn't deny it, couldn't forgive him for having fucked the wrong hole.
The thought changed her whole feeling toward Nick. What had been wavering on the brink of deep love and concern and duty and fear for the change that was tearing him apart and making him into a new man took a sudden, sharp turn and plunged into something close to hatred for Nick.
Thoughts flew through Marla's mind. There was no stopping them. They pained her even more than his plunging prick, but she knew she was going to have to act on them, to act on her own. As soon as he was finished ravaging her body, she was going to have to do something. If he wouldn't take the step with her, then she would take it alone. And now, that was the way she wanted it.
"Honey, I'm going to come," he gasped in her ear.
His hands came around and found her tits again. She could speak, now, but she didn't dare. That would be to tell him of his mistake, which would be foolish of her, for he would only seek to rectify it and push his prick through the only tangible evidence she had left of being a decent person.
He fingered her nipples, making them stretch and bloom into stiff spikes against her will. They burned with sensation. He pumped his cock into her ass again and again, and the thudding pain became an undeniable tingling and slowly advanced to breathtaking sensation.
She couldn't stop her body from doing what it was meant to do. She didn't even fight against it any more, letting her emotions soar to whatever heights they wanted.
He moved his hands from her tits to her belly and then to her cunt mound, and she felt another charge of sensation rip through her. His finger found her clit and rolled it, and she gasped several times, not only for the thrills he caused but for the fear that he would dip lower and discover that her cunt hole was empty. Whenever it seemed he would, she moaned and wriggled her rump back against him, making his fingers stay high on her slit.
Her passion built. Immediately in front of her, Sue was worming her way across the bed towards her father, still fingering her pussy, pulling at the sodden cuntlips, rolling the pink nub of her clit, moaning and crying out with approaching rapture, wanting some kind of attention from her father.
Marla nearly came on the spot when she watched Uncle Brad reach over to his daughter's body and move her hand from her pussy and bend forward to put his head between her thighs.
Sue cried out with pure joy and cupped the back of her father's head. Uncle Brad shifted around, releasing his heavy weight from Marla, positioning himself so that his spearing cock was pointed towards his daughter's face.
Sue took his prick in her hands and played with it and then popped it into her mouth without a moment's hesitation. Marla gagged, remembering. Then she watched Uncle Brad spread the sodden, sperm-frothed lips of her cunt with his fingers and lap along the swollen red tissues with his tongue.
He licked and licked, cleaning them, eating his sperm and her juices, inflaming the tissues more and making them shine. He wrapped his hands around the full, soft ass and pulled her pussy to his face and made noises in it, disgusting noises, slurping and sucking and blubbering sounds, like a pig rutting in slop.
Sue yowled with excitement, and her small body quivered from one end to the other. She sucked on his cock avidly, licking along the bottom of the shaft and cleaning her dried juices from it, and then plopping it into her mouth again. Her throat bulged as she took the entire shaft down into it and made his pubes press against her lips.
"Honey, come with me! God, Marla, come with me-make it right, make it good," Nick panted in her ear.
His finger rolled over her clit again and again, making it blaze with sensation. She could feel herself climbing. Everything seemed attached to her asshole-every nerve in her body, every muscle, every thought. What happened back there only made her nipples shoot forward more stiffly and her clit burn more fiercely and her pussy water with its thick, honeyed flood.
She was going to come with him, but it wouldn't be for him-not to salve his conscience and supposedly make everything right. She would come for him in the same way she would squeal and laugh if he tickled her. It was the only response her body could make under the intense stimulation bombarding her from every direction.
She heard Sue squeal and moan and watched her come, her pussy mouth fluttering around her father's drilling tongue. She watched Uncle Brad's fucking motions speed up as he screwed her throat. Marla imagined the big cock pulsing and throbbing, getting ready to spit again, and the vileness of it made her gasp again and again and she knew that her time was coming, too.
Nick's fingers fairly ripped at her clit with his mounting excitement. It was painful, and yet not. His cock ran easily in and out of her ass now, slippery and big, torturing her bung into constant pulsations around it.
Marla squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore all the depravity, all the shame and baseness and to concentrate on the sensation coursing through her body.
Her rump began its own motions, weaving and swaying lewdly back against him, making her butt take his prick as deeply inside her bowels as she could. She felt like shaking his prick off and keeping it inside her ass. There was no denying that she was thrilled. Her emotions went higher and higher. She felt his cock buck and jump inside her ass, and then it was happening.
Hot, slick jizz spurted into her ass. She could feel it go far up, like a slippery enema. She heard her brother gasp and then yell throatily as he came. She felt him press tightly against her butt and drive his cock home into her pulsing bung. His balls lifted and slapped against her pussy mouth, and she knew they would come away streaming with her fluids.
It was too much for her, all of it. She didn't care if she had a perverted audience any more, viewing her perverted act. There was nothing left in the world but pure sensation, and she let it sweep over her and claim her more strongly than it ever had before.
She yelled from the bottom of her lungs. She felt her asshole pulsate around her brother's cock, making a jerky flow spurt from his prick. It went on and on. Waves of orgasm crushed her and made every part of her vibrate and shudder. She imagined she could hear her empty pussy mouth suck and cry for something to fill it.
"Ohhh, God!" she moaned, clutching the spread in her fingers, feeling tears spill from her eyes. "Nick-Nick!" she bawled.
He spurted her ass full and then let out a heavy gasp and fell against her back, puffing harshly. Her face and cheek were mashed into the bed, and her nipples burned across the spread. Her pussy continued to quiver for a long moment after her orgasm ended, and she felt strangely open and loose all through her body.
"You did it, Nickey," Sue giggled happily. "Hey, honey, how does it feel? Was that so bad? Shit, you came all over the place, squealing and tossing around. One day, honey, you'll thank Grandma for what she gave us, you wait and see. Daddy, did you see that big come she had?"
"Yeah," Uncle Brad said huskily. "I saw it. Nick, move over."
Marla lifted her head quickly and looked at him. The orgasmic fog blew from her mind with a cold breath. "No!" she cried. "Nick, no! Not him! He's done enough to me tonight, Nick! God, please!"
Nick pushed up from her back. He was still puffing. His scarred face was red from the exertion. "You heard it, Uncle Brad," he said. "I agreed with her."
"Come on, Nick, get off her ass and let me get into that sweet stuff. What the hell's it going to matter now anyway? She's not a virgin any more. You popped the hell out of her just now."
"Nick, no!"
He looked at her, then back at his uncle. "No deal," he said tightly. "Only if she gets her fair share of the split from tonight's take."
Uncle Brad hesitated, a wary look on his face. "What's this crap, Nick?" he rasped. "Everybody gets their fair shake around here."
"Like hell they do. Lonny and I take the risks and do the muscle stuff. Marla took the brunt of it tonight, having him paw her all over and nearly fuck her. All you do is take a snooze in the car and then attack my sister when she comes back. No fifty bucks this time, Uncle Brad. She gets half, or you don't get a fuck."
"Half!" he exploded. "Listen here, you scar-faced little punk, you're trying to shake down the wrong guy. I'm not one of the marks, I'm the brains of this whole thing. I took you and her in when you didn't have a pot to piss in. This is my show, not yours. I decide who gets what!" he fumed.
"And I decide who fucks my sister. That's the price, Uncle Brad. She takes the chances, then she gets half the take, or I'll kill you if you touch her again." He looked levelly at his uncle. "I haven't got that much to lose if I get caught, get me?"
Uncle Brad held the gaze. He licked his lips, then glanced at Marla. A smile cracked his stiff face. "Protective little bastard, isn't he?" he said.
"There's something else," Nick said. "You were getting peanuts without Marla. Now you can afford to let some of the surplus go. Bigger profit, bigger wages. Like any business, Uncle Brad."
"Or you'll go on strike, maybe?"
"Something like that."
"Don't make me laugh. I've watched you try to get work. You're too fucking picky. You got set down a peg from your biology stuff, and you're too proud to work with your hands."
"Like you do?" Nick dug him.
Uncle Brad waved his hand in dismissal of the whole thing. "Ahh, go to bed and get some sleep. We've got a heavy schedule coming up. Now that you've fucked her open, she won't be so skittish, and we can start moving into the big time-King's Cove, places like that. The Bahamas. Marla and Sue can trade off and each of them can take it easier. We can start living, Nick." He grinned at Nick. "And don't get it in your head that I don't do my share of the work. You only put the bite on them. It takes talent to know who to put the bite on."
Nick watched him. "The price is still the same," he answered not at all taken in by the ready smile.
"Nick," Marla moaned. "It hurts. Take it out, Nick."
After a moment's hesitation, he did. Slowly. She felt the length of his cock run out of her ass like a big turd, wet and oily. She shuddered violently and then felt her bung throb when his dick was free, and the pain returned. She moaned and looked at them and was glad they were all staring at each other's faces instead of her ass. They still didn't know. She turned quickly with the bedspread in her hand and covered her brother's prick with it, wiping the shaft clean. She was proud of having thought of that last-minute detail. "Aw, let's go to bed, Daddy, everything's turned sour," Sue complained. "Where's Lonny?" "Passed out in the kitchen." "Already? That big lump. What do you keep him around for, huh? He wants to fuck me all the 'me, and he weighs a ton." "He's got muscle, honey. He takes orders well, he doesn't get fancy ideas about his inflated worth." His pointed gaze shifted from Nick to her, and he smiled again. "Besides, without Lonny, who would you have to toy with and taunt?"
Sue looked slowly at Marla. She giggled softly. After a moment, she spread her thighs wide and slid off the bed, leaving her nightie around her neck. It fell slowly over her round boobs and covered her body sexily. She flipped her hips at Nick.
"Don't wear it out tonight, Nickey," she said, flouncing out the door. Uncle Brad followed her.
Marla lay across the edge of the bed, her tits resting on it, her swollen, throbbing rump still thrust out behind her. Nick touched the back of her neck and ran his hand down her spine. She shivered under his touch and twisted away from him.
"Get out," she said.
He looked at her. "Huh?"
"Nick, go away. I can't fight any more. I ache."
"Honey, I'm sorry, but if I hadn't-"
"Go away, Nick, go away," she moaned, burying her head in her arms.
"All right, Marla," he said.
He got to his feet. His wilting prick bowed out from his loins. He found his pants and stepped into them. He looked at her a moment and then went to the doorway, paused, and turned around.
"I'll kill him if he touches you again. I swear I will. Whether he gives you half or not."
Marla didn't respond. She didn't even look up. All she could think of was how juvenile he sounded just then. Her own fucking brother.
The door closed. She lay where she was for a long moment, crumpled against the side of the bed. Her body throbbed and tingled. She didn't know how she'd gotten away with it. It had to be that pussies felt like asses. Or was it the other way around? In any case, how would she know?
She slowly worked herself up onto the bed. She felt dead. She knew she was going to have to leave all of them, to sneak away. Yet, the prospect filled her with dread. She formed a mental image of hundreds of faceless men, all with pricks thrusting from their pants, all wanting to fuck her.
She moaned and rolled over on the bed and felt the wet spot where Sue's pussy had drooled her father's sperm. Marla felt the coolness against the side of her hip and didn't roll back. She was too fatigued, in a way that was more than physical. She fell into a restless sleep, naked, under the light.
Chapter Five:
His name was Pete Phillips. He had a thirty-five-foot Matthews docked up at the Miami Marina and a good-sized estate on Big Pine Key. He piloted the boat up to Miami once a mouth to visit his broker, and he otherwise didn't leave the island at all. He didn't have to. He was a comfortable millionaire at the age of twenty-seven because he was actually Peter Phillips III.
Uncle Brad had seen him going into the duPont building when he'd been downtown taking Morrie's jewelry in to be fenced. He'd had his eye on Pete Phillips for some time, thinking that a recluse would have a need for an available piece of ass. Not like Sue. One like Marla. One with class, one that would go well with all that money.
And that was how Marla found herself standing in the lobby of the building, waiting for him to come out the elevator so that he could bump into her and knock her down on her throbbing ass.
She watched the door with trepidation. She didn't want to do this, but she didn't see how she could stop at this point. Uncle Brad had caught her alone this morning. Nick had been outside, just a few feet away. But it might as well have been miles.
She'd gone into the bathroom to take a shower, feeling strange from her brother's reaming prick.
As she turned to lock the door, Uncle Brad had pushed it open. She made a startled sound over the roar of the shower, but she knew it hadn't carried.
He grinned at her and locked the door. He took his prick from his pants and snatched the towel from her body, and then they'd stood there together, the room filling with a sensuous blanket of steam, while fright pounded through her body.
"See how easy it is, Marla?" he asked her. "I could fuck you right now if I wanted to. Nick couldn't possibly get here in time, not through a locked door. If he heard you yell. If I permitted you to yell. He can't protect you all the time, Marla."
He stepped towards her, eyeing her nakedness, the way the water droplets in the air coated her fine skin and made her yellow pubes shine like strands of polished gold. He reached out and gathered her in his arms, and she didn't make a sound.
She felt her tits flatten against him. His hands cupped her round asscheeks and massaged them. His fingers dipped under her crotch and felt her pussy and fitted his prick between her cuntlips.
She swallowed hard, closing her eyes, feeling weak, fearing that it was going to happen after all. He dipped his head and sucked her nipples into his mouth and made her need to stifle a moan. He fingered her cunt in that special way of his, and she couldn't stop the waves of orgasm that rolled shamelessly through her body. When she was finished, he released her and allowed her to slump against him for a moment of self-loathing.
"You're lucky I don't have time this morning. Or maybe unlucky. Nick was crude last night. The way he fucks, I wouldn't blame you for being scared. You need my touch, Marla. You need to know how soft and sensual and wonderful a good fuck can be. Some other time. I just wanted you to know that Nick is a fool to think he can put any demands on me. Take your shower, Marla. Be fresh and clean and perky for the next one tonight."
Marla stood in the lobby and gave a small shiver and remembered the degrading morning. She wasn't safe with any of them. It wasn't just her virginity any more. That seemed a small item after last night. The rest of it involved ethics, integrity, values-those kinds of terms.
But, even as she knew she had to get free of them before they dragged her down and made her one of them, she was afraid. Nick had been right about her fantasy world. The girls' school had had its own kind of jungle one learned to cope with, but it bore little resemblance to the world she was in now, and she didn't know the first step to take.
Nick. . . The way he had stood up to Uncle Brad last night saddened her. He'd thought he'd been doing something grand, but he'd only been talking like another Uncle Brad-the same person with two different mouths, both petty and cheap, both common hoodlums.
She sighed deeply and waited for the elevator doors to open again and disgorge the next victim of their thievery. Because she had no other choice for the moment, she went through Uncle Brad's plan again. She was to be knocked down by Peter Phillips. She was to feign an ankle injury after a sufficient time of flopping her legs around and spreading her thighs for him so that he could clearly see that she didn't have her panties on right now. She was to insist that he walk her around and lean on him and urge him to take her to his boat at the marina, all the while pushing her tits, also naked, into his arms and chest and bumping up against him with her hips and ass-all but publicly ping him, in fact. Then, Lonny and Nick would be on his boat, side the cabin, waiting for him and his brief case with all the money and stocks in it. Lonny would look menacing, which was no chore for him, and Nick would decide what was worth taking. Uncle Brad would meet them in the car, and they would drive away, leaving another sucker behind, outraged and poorer but unwilling to say anything because of the sexual connection with Marla. She sighed. It sounded stupid. Uncle Brad was certain that Pete piloted the boat himself, without a captain. But there would be some men on the dock, some other people around in the broad daylight.
Marla stopped thinking about it. The doors slid open again, and he walked out. Uncle Brad's description was good as far as it went, but there as more to the man that he'd left out. He was tall and slender, tanned, athletic in his stride. He wore a gold sports shirt, light slacks, and white deck shoes. His features were squared off and firm, his eyes deep blue, his lips firm. He did something to Marla. It was the expression on his face, perhaps-a kind, good one. She suddenly didn't want to go through with it. She liked him on sight, and she didn't want it to happen to him the way it had to Morrie. She nearly t him go, and then she became selfish and ought of what they would do to her if she let him get away.
She came out from her spot and did her act, going down onto the hard floor, feeling her skirt flip up over her golden crotch without anything fake about it. She flushed immediately and had to use all her will not to pull it down. He wasn't the only one in the lobby looking at her cunt.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said, recovering his balance agilely and bending to take her and pick her up. Marla noticed that he looked where he was supposed to, straight between her legs. She noticed the quick change of his expression and the sudden glint in his eyes that told her he liked what he saw. Not just her pussy, but all of her.
"Oh, that was stupid!" she cried. "It was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Are you all right?" His arm went around her shoulder and lifted her to a sitting position. He looked down the top of her dress and saw her tits, and Marla knew that it was going better than she'd hoped.
"I think so," she smiled. She stood. Her ankle hurt, of course. She leaned fully against him, and he held her up, not minding that her tits were soft and ripe against his arm.
"I'd better take you to a doctor," he said.
"No, it'll be all right. I just need to walk on it."
"He's a good man, just around the corner. Are you sure?"
"Let me walk on it a minute."
They went outside into the street after he'd picked up a small attach' case from the floor. She laughed and played with him in a way she didn't know she could do. By the time they were at the doctor's building, her ankle was much better and needed just a little more walking on.
He offered to buy her some lunch at the Rooftop, overlooking Biscayne Bay. She thought it over, wondering how angry they would all become if she made them wait an hour. She said she would rather walk in Bayfront Park a minute, if he wouldn't mind helping her across the street.
"It's right on my way," he smiled.
"Oh, you're just saying that."
"No, really-my boat's docked at the marina over there. Uh, would you accept a ride around the bay instead of lunch? You have to let me do something."
"All right," she smiled. "You've twisted my ankle."
They laughed. His sound was good and mellow, his smile bright. He was happy and warm, a wonderful change from the sullen attitudes and cruelties she had been around with Uncle Brad and Sue-and Nick. They exchanged names. She didn't want to let go of his arm. He told her about his house on Big Pine while they walked slowly. She couldn't believe it had been this easy, but then Uncle Brad was rarely wrong about his victims. Pete Phillips was lonely, but he wouldn't say why he never left his estate, and she didn't ask. She was afraid to know too much about him, because she liked him. She was afraid of liking him too much, because he was someone she would never be able to see again after this brief moment.
He pointed towards his boat as they started the long walk down the new pier. He was proud of it. He was happy to be with her, and she was made conscious of her natural beauty. She wished an end to her role of deception with him. She wished they could have met in a different way, just on the slim chance that it could have led to something good and clean and beautiful.
"Pete," she said softly, stopping him. The sun shone in her face, and the brisk ocean wind blew through her hair.
He looked at her for a long moment, seeing the golden highlights of her hair glimmer in the sun. "What, Marla?" he asked, his voice soft and mellow and gentle. His eyes flickered over her body, appreciating the fine lines of it and the way the wind was molding her dress to them. But they returned to her face, to her eyes and nose and the softness of her lips, and they made her feel clean for a good moment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Uncle Brad's car. It had just driven up and parked under the shade of a tree. Marla sucked in her breath and knew she had to go through with it.
"Nothing," she said finally, lowering her gaze.
"What is it?" He put his hand under her chin and made her look up at him. She smiled weakly.
"Forgive me, Pete," she whispered.
"For what?" he laughed. "That should be my question, not yours. Come on, the sun won't stay up forever."
He put his arm around her shoulders and led her along the pier. He helped her onto the boat and then got on himself. She stood on the back deck, waiting for Lonny and her brother to clobber him when he went into the cabin. She hoped Sue wouldn't be there. She didn't want him to associate her with Sue's sluttishness. The point seemed silly.
She watched him tuck his case under his arm and reach into his pocket for a set of keys. He searched through them and fitted one into the cabin door and unlocked it. Marla watched him with surprise and knew that they wouldn't be inside waiting for him after all. Uncle Brad had slipped up. Her hops soared.
Pete smiled and beckoned to her. "Take a look."
He went in ahead of her and tossed his case onto a padded cabinet. The interior was plush and elegant.
"I've never seen any boat like this, Pete," she gasped.
He grinned at her. "I had it done up a little." "All I've ever been on is dirty, functional fishing boats."
"I don't fish that much, although I've got some tackle aboard. We-I prefer to cruise around the Caribbean in it. Maybe . . . no, of course not, that's silly." He flushed and turned away from her. "Let's cast off and get underway. We'll have to stay inside the bay, it's pretty rough out there. The wind really kicked up this morning, didn't it?"
She looked at him. He turned and looked at her. She hadn't missed the "we", but she could tell he didn't want to explain himself. She knew he'd been about to ask her if she wanted to cruise the Caribbean with him, too, and then had remembered that they'd just met.
"I'd love to go with you, Pete," she said softly, coming up to him, standing before him with her tits pushing up and down.
It was an electric moment, odd but real. She could tell he was thinking of how she didn't have any panties on, of how her boobs were soft and full and right in front of him. And there was no effort at all in making her features soft for him, in putting that certain shine in her eyes that told him he could kiss her.
A wave of guilt washed through her, for she knew it was her duty to detain him inside the cabin, to lead him on in any way she could until Nick and Lonny came. The more the better, because his hands on her would be a lever for them to use against him if he tried to make trouble.
Marla was torn with conflicting desires. She didn't want to aid her uncle's purpose, and yet she wanted this man to take her in his arms and hold her. She didn't understand what had come over her. It was the first time in her life she'd actually wanted that, but she wanted it of Pete. Perhaps it was because* he was the first good man she'd ever met. She began to feel all tingly inside.
"How old are you?" he whispered.
"Nineteen."
He looked into her eyes. "I wish you were."
"I can be. I want to be. Pete, I don't understand this, but it's real. Isn't it?"
"I know, I know. God, put your arms around me, Pete."
His nostrils flared with a heat he couldn't hide from her. "Your parents ought to lock you up and throw away the key for about two more years. You aren't safe to have walking around free."
"They can't. They're dead-two months ago. Pete, I. .. "
"You don't know what to do?"
She nodded her head silently. Her knees were weak. She tucked her head down and leaned against him, feeling her tipped tits reach out for contact with his chest. She felt him draw a deep breath, and then his arms went slowly around her and held her lightly, his hands exploring the feel of her back, of her supple waist, stopping before they cupped her ass the way they wanted to.
"This is unreal," he whispered.
"Pete, who is 'we'?"
He sighed again and spoke softly. "Carol. My sister. She-she's blind. There's only the maid who takes care of her, no one else."
She shivered in his arms. The air inside the boat was warm and moist and sensuous. He held her more tightly, and she cried inside for what she was helping make happen to him, for the part she had to play. She let out a small sound and tipped her head back and threw her arms around his neck.
"Pete, it's real, I swear it's real!" she cried, reaching up onto her toes to kiss him.
He seemed reluctant, startled, and then his mouth came down against hers hungrily. His hands held her waist and slid to her round buttcheeks and pulled her compliant body against his.
Marla felt wicked with guilt. She was leading him all the way into Uncle Brad's trap, and yet she couldn't stop herself, because this part of it, what she felt inside, wasn't in the plans. She shivered against him and pushed her boobs against his muscular body and glued her middle to his, shamelessly.
"Pete-Pete," she whispered to him, all open and moist and swelling softly.
She felt his hands at her back. Her zipper purred with a muted sound. She couldn't stop him, didn't want to. She felt wicked and wanton. For the first time, she wished Lonny and Nick wouldn't come, hoped fervently for that.
She looked up at him, and his hands moved the dress from her shoulders. It slipped off and whispered down over her tipped, swollen tits, down her flat tummy and over her hips and puddled on the carpeted floor. His eyes widened, and his mouth went dry as he gazed softly on the perfect length of her body.
"God!" he gasped. "Marla, I can't believe. God, you're beautiful!"
Marla stood before him in naked splendor, her boobs tipped up for his hands and his lips, her pussy quickly bloating and moistening for the beautiful prick he would have and want to put into her body. She shivered all over and prayed that they wouldn't come.
She couldn't understand the emotions and needs washing through her. She wanted only to give her virginity to this man, to have him take her in his arms and lay her on his bed and move slowly and tenderly into her body. She knew it would be beautiful and good, and she now knew why she had been saving her virginity.
She began to weep softly, but they were tears of joy. He saw her tearful eyes and took her quickly into his arms, pressing her nakedness against his hard body. She could feel the lift of his prick against her cunt mound, the quickness of his breathing against her tits. She hugged him tightly and couldn't stop the quick, jerking motions of her crotch against his swollen prick.
"Pete-Pete..." she whispered, her voice urgent and fragile.
She moaned audibly and felt his hands cup her ass tightly and then shuddered against him, clinging to his neck, making an absolute fool of herself ~ her bottom whipped in his hands with a quick bright surge of orgasm, bubbly and intoxicating like champagne overflowing the rim of the glass when it was full, so full.
"Marla..." he gasped. "Oh, my God-did you?"
"Yes. I feel ashamed."
"Don't-oh, don't..."
"Pete, be quick! Take me, take me quickly, before anyone else can rob me of it."
He sucked in his breath. "Of what, Marla, of what?"
"My cherry, Pete," she blurted. "God, it's crazy-I know it doesn't make any sense, but I want you to have it, I want you to be the first. Oh, Pete, Pete-oh, damn! There's no time! We've got to go now!" she blurted, unable to hold her complicity back from him any longer. "We have to leave this dock now!"
"Why?" he asked.
"Don't question me, Pete, just go! Leave me here if you want to, but go, before it's too late!"
"Leave you here? Like this? After you-after you came? Marla, what is it?"
She heard the steps on the back deck and felt the slight yaw of the boat as weight came into it. She looked over his shoulder behind him and saw the flash of white from Lonny's T-shirt. She looked at Pete with pain in her face, hating this moment of decision.
It had been a wild dream, a product of her wishes and her fantasy world away from the world. It could never be. The only reality was her brother's scarred face and her uncle's petty viciousness and the torment that would befall her f she failed with Peter Phillips. Tears stung the backs of her eyes, and she began weep again, shivering all over from the intensity inside her and the nearness to beauty, and she despised herself for what she was doing to him, to herself.
"Pete ..." she whispered, trying to draw back. He didn't want to let her go. "Marla, don't," he said.
"That's my sister you're trying to fuck, buddy," the voice grated loudly from the cabin doorway.
Pete jumped and whirled around, and Marla sobbed harshly. Pete stared at Nick, at the scarlet side of his face and the ugly redness of the scar around his eye. He saw the hulking, bent-necked presence of Lonny behind Nick, and he stiffened all over.
"I should have known," he grated, glaring at Marla, running his eyes over her body in a hateful way.
Marla couldn't speak. She didn't trust her voice or the words that would come out. She backed away and shook her head slowly, pleading with her eyes for him to understand that it hadn't been this way, that it had been real between them, that she wanted desperately for things to go back to the way they were short moments ago.
"What do you want?" Pete grated. "How much? How much do you guys figure she's worth?"
"How much do you?" Nick countered, grinning crookedly at him.
Pete looked at her. She wilted under his gaze. "Five bucks for a quickie," he said. He shoved his hand in his pocket and peeled off a ten. "Keep the change."
Marla's eyes stung with tears. She put her hands over her tits and felt as cheap as he thought she was. Nick looked at the bill and laughed harshly, then glanced around the cabin. He spotted the case and went over to it.
"Let's see what's in here."
"Get your fucking hands off that."
Nick grinned at him and touched the case. Pete stiffened, glanced at Lonny warily, then set his jaw. He whirled and grabbed Marla's arm and twisted it painfully behind her back, holding her in front of him like a shield. Her tits arched forward nakedly, and her thighs turned outward, showing the line of her gash clearly. She lifted onto her toes and cried out sharply with pain. "Pete, no!"
"Get off the boat, and you can have her back with a good arm," he growled.
Nick's expression changed. He looked at the pain on his sister's face and licked his lips. Then he grinned again. "You're being stupid, Phillips.*Ones like her are a dime a dozen. It's nothing to me if you twist it off. You're not getting off this boat as long as Lonny can stand in the doorway."
Marla stared at her brother. Her arm felt numb. She wanted to cry out her rage and the terrible insult she felt, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. He actually didn't care. She could see it on his face. And she felt certain that Pete would twist her arm out of its socket. She saw Lonny standing there, his muscles rippling and bunching, his eyeballs popping out as he ogled her naked, spread body.
Pete released her suddenly and gave her a push. "All right, take it," he said. "There's two thousand cash in there. The rest of it won't do you any good."
"I'll decide that."
Pete snorted. "Have it your way, friend." He watched while Nick pawed through his papers, messing them up, angering him even more.
"Yeah," Nick said. "This isn't any good to me." He took a piece of stock paper and crumpled it into a little ball, moved to a sliding window and opened it.
"Goddamn it!" Pete roared, leaping across the space between them before Nick could throw it into the bay.
They collided hard and slammed into the thin paneling. It cracked with a loud report. Lonny came out of the doorway and inflated his chest and lifted his arm. His fist clubbed into Pete's stomach, the other one into his kidney. His knee came up and thudded against Pete's chest. Blood came from his nose. Marla screamed at Lonny to stop and watched Pete crumple to the nylon floor, doubled up, stunned from the blows. She ran to him and bent over him, her tits dragging across his chest.
"Pete! Pete!" she cried.
He moaned and rolled his eyes sightlessly and then seemed to pass out and lie still. She cried out again, and Lonny picked her up effortlessly, putting his big hands all over her boobs and getting a feel of her pussy. She kicked and struggled in his strong embrace and was filled with loathing for him for being such an ox.
"Let me go! Get your hands off me, Lonny! Oh, my God!" she squeaked, feeling his finger jabbing into the mouth of her cunt. "Nick! Nick!"
Nick was in a heap on the floor. He picked himself up, stretching his legs carefully, favoring his left elbow. "Let go of her, Lonny," he growled.
"Aw, what for? I want to fuck her. Man, you should feel this pussy, Nick, it's all wet. She really went for him, huh? You've been fuckin' Sue all last night and made me just sit and watch. I want my turn." He rolled his finger in her cunt mouth again, and it was all Marla could do to keep her thighs together tightly enough so that he couldn't get his big fist between them and shove the finger all the way into her hole. That would be the last straw, the ultimate senselessness-to have her cherry popped by Lonny's stubby finger, to get raped by an ox.
Nick did a strange thing. He pushed off from the wall and bowled into Lonny, knocking him off balance for two steps. She didn't understand her brother any more. At one minute he was willing to insult her and have her arm twisted off, and the next one showed him willing to tangle with Lonny for her.
That took guts-real courage. It was too much for Marla to hope that he'd done it out of devotion. Lonny dragged her with him and thudded against the wall, banging his head soundly. She cried out for them to stop. Lonny shook his head and growled an animal sound at Nick, his hand squeezing her tit hard from the emotion inside him.
"Cut it out, ya ugly little shit, or I'll thump ya!" he bellowed.
"Let her go, Lonny."
"I'm gonna fuck her. I'm gonna get back at you and Sue."
"You big moron, let her go!" Nick yelled, hunkering low and coming into him again.
Marla couldn't stand to watch. Lonny took one swipe at her brother with his paw and sent him careening into the other wall. Nick slumped to the floor in a daze. She stared at the two inert bodies and groaned with despair. "Lonny, no!" she cried.
"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, aria," he said, now curiously gentle. "I told you at last night on the beach, and it's true. I get me stiff one for you."
He reached between them, making the back of hand slide over her hip to the soft part of her thighs. She heard his zipper rasp down and saw him reaching inside his fly for his big prick. It came out in his hand and strained upward towards her naked, vulnerable body.
"Come on, sit on it. Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist and sit on it." He grinned with heat. "That's my favorite way with Sue. I walk around the room while she's fucking me and hanging from me, and it makes me feel good."
He stepped out over Pete's body as if his unconscious form were a piece of garbage littering the floor and carried her easily, lifting her to the level of his waist. He feasted his eyes on her tipped, jiggling tits, grunted with lust, and then lifted her higher, her feet dangling in the air, and planted his mouth squarely over her boob. Marla moaned and felt half her tit disappear inside his face.
Her pussy hairs brushed against his stomach. She pushed down at the tops of his shoulders and had to keep her head ducked under the low ceiling. Lonny's biceps bulged, but he didn't seem to be tiring of holding her in that position. He started to bring her down, to make her thighs spread around his stomach and waist and thus be open and vulnerable to the penetration by his upright cock.
She cried out and then moaned and cupped the back of his head and begged him to keep sucking on her tit. She didn't know why. It wouldn't do any good to buy time now, not with Nick and Pete both out of commission. There was no one left to rescue her this time.
"You got good tits, Marla," he gurgled, sucking and slobbering on one jug after the other. "They fit my mouth better than Sue's, and your nipples are springier against my tongue. Feel them?" He sucked her boob into his mouth again and flicked her nipple repeatedly with rasping motions of his tongue.
She moaned and clung to his head, trying to stay high on his body, dreading the moment when he would set her down on his cock and force the big tool into the tiny hole between her thighs. Her nipple burned with the workout he was giving it. She prayed Nick would be able to do something to protect her.
"That's enough tittie-sucking," he grunted huskily, taking his mouth away with a loud smack. Her tits shone with the coating of his saliva.
"Lonny, wait," she said. "You don't want to fuck me, Lonny."
"Yes, I do."
"But what about Sue? What will Sue say? You know she can be terribly jealous, don't you?" His face went blank for a minute. "She is?" "Didn't you know that?"
"Aw, what do I care what she thinks. All she does is tease me. I don't like it any more. She goes around and fucks everybody, even her father, and she laughs at me when she sees me with my prick all hard and wanting to fuck her myself. She tells me to jack off, and I get tired of that, even if she does watch. But you're different, Marla, I can tell. You wouldn't be like that with me. You'd be nice. Come on, spread your legs around my waist, and I'll hold your butt."
"Lonny-no. You're right, Lonny, I am different. I-I've never been fucked before. I don't want to be fucked, Lonny. It's not you, it's any man. I wouldn't like you any more if you fucked me, and you wouldn't want that, would you? Have I ever been mean to you? Have I ever treated you wrong?"
"No," he said, his face wrinkling. "But that's not true, Marla, you're lying to me. I heard Sue and Brad talking about it this morning, about how Nick fucked you last night."
She sucked in her breath. She didn't see any other choice but to trust him and pray. "He didn't really, Lonny. He put it up my ass and only thought he was fucking me in the right place. Lonny, that's a secret. You can't tell anybody that-not Sue or Uncle Brad, not even Nick. It's our secret."
"Up your ass?" he questioned. His voice was suddenly thick with lust, and she knew she'd made a mistake. "I'll fuck you there, too, Marla. It won't matter if you do it there again. That won't make you be mad at me. If it does, then I'll know you just don't like me to begin with and you're just like Sue."
"No-oh, no," she moaned.
But there was no stopping him. He shifted his hands from her waist to her thighs to her buttcheeks without letting her feet touch the floor, and his fingers pried her thighs apart.
She groaned and tipped her pelvis up and in and made sure that her pussy was spread against his stomach and out of the way. She felt his cockhead bump against her buns as he searched for her dainty asshole. She writhed in his arms, trying to get free of him, but all effort was futile.
His big mushroom-shaped knob found her bung and pushed. Marla gasped, her eyes popping from her head. "NOOO!" she screeched.
The protest did her no good. She felt Lonny's hands give way under her ass and lower her down on his impossibly wide cock. Shock waves ripped through Marla and dizzied her. Her tortured asshole screamed in silent pain and was spread protestingly into a circle that grew bigger and bigger until it seemed to be bigger than her whole ass.
She babbled and gurgled and wished she had let him fuck her cunt instead. At least there would have been some moisture there, some kind of lubrication.
His cock thudded and rumbled up her raw shitter and seemed to take her butt into the hole with it. She felt everything being pushed unmercifully. She felt as if her innards were being filled from the wrong end until, mercifully, it could fill her no further.
Sweat popped out all over her body. She felt the muscles in her cunt and bung pound hard. Her clit sprouted out from the top of her cleft as if pushed from its natural resting place to rub against the braid of hairs running down the front of his stomach to his pubes. It pulsed into the flab of his flesh as if it were fucking him back.
His hands tightened on her rump and lifted her up along the reaming shaft, making her asshole flame. He grunted and took a feeble step in an effort to walk around the room with her in the way he liked. He faltered. His hands weakened. She dropped back down on his cock, and Lonny gripped her hips tightly, pressing her down all the way until she thought her ass would split in half.
He bellowed in her ear, opening his mouth until she could see the back of his throat. The sound coming out was loud. She felt his giant cock buck and pound inside her ass and then flow heavily.
An ocean seemed to fill her bowels. He blew into her ass as if trying to shoot her to the moon.
She felt as if she were straddling the blowhole of a whale. She clung to his neck for dear life and felt her own body shudder hard and her bung pulse around his prick as the incredibleness of it all made her come. The only thought in her mind was thankfulness that he'd popped his wad so quick. She couldn't have withstood the sustained kind of fucking Nick had given her ass last night. She didn't feel any shame or dirtiness about coming for him. There wasn't any room in her consciousness for reflections of that sort. There was only concern for the integrity of her body when he was finished with her.
Lonny staggered around the cabin for a moment, carrying her weight on his hips, his eyes glassy from the tremendous explosion. He thumped up against a wall and puffed hard for a moment.
Marla wanted to get down. Her asshole was numb, but her whole pelvic area throbbed. She moved her thighs and tried to lift herself off his prick, but she couldn't make any progress. It was as if she were hanging on a hook-until his prick began to wilt and bend forward under her weight. When the line of it dipped below horizontal, she slid off it as if off a greased pole. Sperm ran out her stretched bung and dribbled all over the blue carpeting like cream over blueberries.
Marla's legs were bowed. Her butt throbbed again now that it was empty once more. She got to her knees and crawled over to Pete and shook his head. There was no response, but he was breathing, so she knew he wasn't dead.
She went to Nick. He looked up at her and groaned. There was a frightened look in his eyes when they came into focus. He lifted his hand weakly and touched the side of her face. It was the most gentle thing he'd done since she'd been back. It made her want to forget all his nastiness and the painful things he'd said and done to her.
"Marla ..." he croaked. "I tried, Marla."
"I know. It's all right."
"Did he ... "
She winced under a new wave of throbbing pain and then smiled wanly. "No, Nick. He didn't."
Nick slumped back, his eyes blinking. He took a deep sigh. Marla felt the boat yaw slightly again. She looked up just as Uncle Brad and Sue poked their heads through the doorway.
"Goddamn it, what are you doing in here?" Uncle Brad shouted, urgency coloring his voice. He glanced from the forms of Pete and Nick to Marla's nakedness and Lonny's wilted prick hanging from his pants. "Jesus, you damned idiots! Come on, come on, we've got to get out of here! Is he dead? Did that big ape kill him? Oh, Christ!"
He came hurrying into the cabin. Marla got to her feet and backed away from her uncle. "No, he's not dead."
"Did your stupid brother do that? Where was Lonny? What's he got his cock hanging out for? Damn it, somebody say something!"
"Well, if you'd shut up a minute, Daddy, maybe they would," Sue chided him. "Lonny, what happened, did he and Nickey have a fight?"
Lonny looked at her and started to stuff his prick back into his pants. She took his rod and held it and then made a face and looked at her slippery, odorous fingers.
"Naw," Lonny said. "He went after Nick, and I thumped him, that's all. He's okay. I learned good where to hit 'em so that they'll be okay."
"What's this on your prick?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. "Lonny, have you been fucking?" There was astonishment in her voice, and she looked around slowly at Marla, who was slipping quickly back into her dress. "You fucked her?"
Marla turned quickly, begging him with her eyes not to tell Sue in that manner. "Yeah," he said defensively. "Why shouldn't I? You been fuckin' everybody and making me go without."
"Lonny, I have not."
"It's been a week!" he yelled at her, his face going red.
"Sue," Uncle Brad said quietly to her. "Don get him riled, we've got to get out of here. Give him a piece of ass and shut him up." He reached down and helped Nick to his feet, searching his pockets to find the money. His eyes bugged at amount, and he stuffed it into his pants, push Nick towards the cabin door.
Sue was now all over Lonny, promising him a fuck in the back seat on the way home if he'd calm down. They seemed to have forgotten about Marl She hurried to catch up with them and then stopped dead, holding back, having made the snap decision to stay with Pete. He could do with whatever he wanted when he came to, but if could get free of them for just a little bit, then there might be a chance for her.
"Marla, come on!" Uncle Brad yelled at h coming back into the cabin to grab her arm pull her to him. He paused and grinned slight! "Lonny, eh?" he said. "From bad to horrible. You've got your taster up your ass, honey," he said, not noticing the way she winced over the irony. "We'll see what we can do about that real soon." He gave her arm a jerk, and she followed him off the boat.
They hurried along the dock. No one official-looking was in sight. They piled into the car and wheeled around, heading south again. When they were on the freeway, Marla felt the car begin rocking. She turned beside Nick and looked into the back seat. Lonny was covering Sue's body almost completely, making it seem as if she had all but disappeared under his bulk. A smooth leg showed. She heard a feminine wheeze. The thick body humped up and down, and she could imagine how his huge cock was drilling Sue's small cunt hole. When the violent explosion came, she heard Sue squeal off with him, and her stomach felt queasy. She shifted her weight to the other bun gingerly and turned back to watch the traffic.
She felt her skirt sliding up her thigh. She looked down and saw Uncle Brad's hand there, reaching for her naked cunt. She glanced at Nick on the other side of her in the front seat and saw that he was absorbed with the traffic. She didn't know what to do. She sucked in her breath and felt Uncle Brad's fingers prying her pussylips apart. One ran up and down the satiny gash, and she stifled a low moan. She imagined that she would sit there between them and come quietly under his tantalizing touch, afraid to yell for fear of arousing Nick's violent temper at such high speed. But then the traffic thickened, and Uncle Brad had to put his hand back on the wheel. She sighed with relief, but was conscious of an annoying tingle between her legs now that would be hard to get rid of.
She thought about Pete and felt terrible inside. Not just for him but for herself. She wished she could have given him her cherry, because she knew that Uncle Brad was going to steal it very soon. She didn't know there were only ten hours of girlhood left for her.
Chapter Six:
He came in through the door near the yard, thus bypassing Nick in the living room. She didn't know he was there until she felt someone bump into the side of her bed. She jerked awake and looked through the dark room, barely able to keep from crying out. She thought it was Nick, then feared that it would be Lonny.
"It's time, Marla," he whispered, slipping out of his pants and pulling her sheet back. He slid into the narrow bed beside her and put his hand directly over her cunt, digging for the tender, succulent folds that concealed her clit.
"No-no!" she cried, wanting Nick to hear her. She backed away until she was against the wall. She tried to close her thighs around his hand, but that didn't protect her sensitive clit from his finger.
"It's no use, Marla. You can yell all you want to. He's out cold. I gave him a pill to make sure. He thought it was aspirin for the headache Lonny left him with. There's just you and me, Marla. I told you it would be this way."
"Uncle Brad, don't..." she choked. "If you're that bad off, go do it to your daughter, I don't want you. I got you your money this afternoon, isn't that good enough?"
"Huh-uh," he said, rolling her sensitive little nub, palming her pussy at the same time. He pushed up against her and put his lips to her face. "What difference does it make to you now? Last time, you were a virgin, and I could understand that. Now, you don't have that to pull on me. And you don't have the incest crap, either. You don't even have the excuse about your good taste, not after fucking Lonny. There's just no excuse left, Marla, so quit struggling."
"I lied," she said quickly. "It was all phony last night. Nick didn't know what he was doing."
"He was fucking the hell out of you, I watched him."
"But, he didn't-it wasn't in the right place!" she cried. "Neither did Lonny!"
He looked through the darkness at her. "What? You mean the wrong hole? They both fucked you in the ass? Nick?" His voice was full of astonishment. Then he began laughing quietly, thinking it terribly funny. "Nick doesn't even know the difference? God!"
He kept his finger rolling over her clit. No matter which way she twisted her hips, he followed her. She gasped finally, and he grinned, knowing that his fingering technique was working again.
Marla couldn't help what was happening inside her. There was no way she could stop the electric sensation he caused to jolt through her abdomen, into the very depths of her womb itself. She felt her pussy begin squirming again and felt the juices beginning to form on her convoluted cunt walls. Everything began to swell and bloat within her, and it went from her virginal twatlips to her rubbery nipples.
Her lips parted softly, and a moan escaped from between them. "You're a disgusting man, Uncle Brad," she said. "You're perverted and sick.
You've twisted my brother into your way of thinking, but you can't twist me. Your game is over. I'm finished. I'm not going to be your decoy any more."
He was silent a moment. Then a smile played at his lips. "If I fuck you, you mean?"
"Whether you do or not. It doesn't matter any more."
"I see," he said. "Then you might as well spread your legs and get it over with, huh? I've got nothing to lose either way, and I haven't had me a virgin in a long time."
"Since your daughter?"
"That's right," he grinned, putting his hand on her thigh, pressuring it to part from the other one and leave her virgin cunt vulnerable. "I have to admit I was waiting for the obvious threat-that you wouldn't do it any more if I fucked you. I didn't expect you to feel this way. Doesn't the two thousand mean anything to you?"
"Yes."
"Well, then? There's more where that came from-lots more. I was even thinking about what Nick said-about your getting half. He's got a point."
She sighed heavily. "You don't understand, Uncle Brad. I don't think you're capable of understanding. What the two thousand dollars means to me is that a fine man has been cheated and hurt. And I helped him get that way. For a demented pervert like you. It's on my conscience, Uncle Brad. Ever hear of one of those things!"
He paused a moment. Then his hand left her thigh. He made it come out from under the sheet and sizzle through the air, and he cracked her across the face with it, tearing a sharp cry from her throat and making her eyes blink rapidly.
"Don't get smart with me, you little cunt," he growled quietly. "That's your trouble, Marla, you've got too much conscience. It comes from that hunk of tissue inside your cunt that makes you think you're so pure and holy. I heard this Phillips turned you on, but I didn't realize how much until just now. We're going to fix that, baby, and you're going to stay right here and do any fucking thing I tell you to do. To anybody I pick to have you do it to, get me?"
"No, I'm not."
He sighed. "Honey, you're trying to ruffle the wrong guy. Just like your stupid brother. If you think your Mr. Wonderful has been cheated and hurt today, then you haven't seen what it means to be hurt. I've got a file on him as thick as your tit, and he's vulnerable-wide open. I can start with his sister. Did you know he had a sister down there all holed up with him in that big house? Then there's the maid. Name's Jenny. A neat trick, mulatto. There's a big black son of a bitch looking for her, claims he's her husband. What do you suppose he'd do to Peter Phillips if he found out he's been dicking his wife, huh?"
"You're bluffing!" she cried, sucking in her breath, knowing that her Uncle Brad never bluffed.
"Am I?" he grinned. "The sister's blind. Quite a looker, I understand. Just Lonny's type. She'd be grateful for any kind of attention, even his. Tell me, Marla, would you recommend Lonny for an enjoyable companion? You should be able to tell me, now that you've had your asshole reamed out by him. Or do you think she'd prefer the husband of her personal maid. They call him Captain Benny-a mean-tempered shrimper out of Key West with one eye. Claims his wife took the other one, and he wants to talk to her some about that."
"You bastard," she said quietly, dully, offering no more resistance as his hands spread her thighs and moved her butt to a level position on the bed.
"There's more, Marla. I told you I put in my share of the work. But I think you get the picture, don't you?"
She got it. But what was she going to do with it? What did it really matter to her what happened to Peter Phillips? She didn't know him. What had happened on his boat this afternoon had been a fantastic dream of the moment, with no substance. And yet . . .
Uncle Brad's mouth came down over hers. His tongue pushed between her lips and searched for hers. Marla recoiled from the shock of it and from the dirtiness she felt just being with him. She tried to lie woodenly beneath him and pretend that what he was going to do would have no effect on her, but, after a moment, she groaned and twisted her head to the side and pushed at him, beginning to kick.
He lay fully across her squirming body and held her down. He put his face close to hers and breathed stale breath into it. "Then there's Nick," he said distinctly. "Want me to tell you what happens to Nick if you don't cooperate?"
"No!" she cried, breaking under the strain at last.
He chuckled softly and kissed her again, his hand going to her cunt at the same time. It was spread open and ready for him. He gripped the soft petals of her pussylips and massaged them. He rolled his fingertip about her clit and brought another moan from her.
Marla was filled with loathing for him and now herself. Perhaps she couldn't help being raped by him, but she didn't have to lie there and start groaning and bloating and squirming as if she enjoyed it so damned much.
But there was no denying the sensations rippling through her, coming as a trickle at first and growing bigger with each rotation of his finger over her clit. There was no way she could pretend her cunt wasn't becoming inflamed and oiled with the aromatic juices from deep inside her pussy.
She wished he would hurry up with it. She didn't know why he had to make her humiliate herself. If he would only mount her and drive his prick into her cunt and end the hopeless battle to preserve her cherry, then the torment would end.
But he kept playing with her pussy, teasing her cunt mouth, the soft folds of her gash, her clit. He ran his fingertip around her bung and made it reawaken with sensational throbbings that were no longer a sign of pain, but of pleasure.
He massaged her asscheeks and hips and sucked on her tits with his warm mouth until her nipples were spikes. He tongued her stomach and licked at her abdomen and got her pubes snarled in the point of his tongue.
She sucked in her breath in an irregular series of gasps and felt his tongue go lower, down into her puffy gash, until it was licking around the soft meat of her cuntlips, massaging them gently. He made the point of it slide along one side of her clitoral root and then the other, and then he centered it over the screaming tip of her bud and flattened it out and shook it up and down until she couldn't stand it any more.
"God! God!" she whimpered.
Her fingers clenched and opened hesitantly, and she couldn't stop herself. She lifted her hands and cupped the back of her uncle's head and pressed his face into her cunt with a cry of despair. She felt his breath on her belly and his lips go around her swollen nub as he captured her clit between his lips and sucked and pulled and vibrated it with his tongue.
Marla's thighs were wide apart. She couldn't stop them from turning outward slightly to open her crotch to him even more. Her buttcheeks began trembling, and he slid his hands under them and massaged them until she was tossing her head and moaning and wanting to come-actually wanting "Uncle Brad-stop!" she cried, a final surge of shame washing over her, nearly drowning her.
He lapped harder at her pussy. He fingered her ass crack with one hand and slid the other up to her tit and massaged it. He lowered his mouth on her pussy and lapped at the pulsing ring of her watering cunt mouth, thrusting his tongue into the muscular, slippery cavity and making it squirm and pulsate wildly. Marla was conscious of everything, of every tiny sensation blazing through her, of the way his pointed tongue was fucking her pussy the way his cock would in a few moments. Her heels began drumming on the bed, and she felt herself rising beyond the point of any recall. With a cry of despair, she fitted her hands over her other tit and rolled it hard, providing stimulation to every sexual zone of her body.
She opened her mouth and shrieked. The sound built and built, and she didn't care who heard it. The noise was disgusting and shameful to her ears, but she just didn't care any more. She was a disgusting and shameful person now, and she was going to come. God, was she going to come!
"Uncle Brad, you bastard!" she yelled.
Her last gesture of defiance before the world came crashing down upon her. She felt a kind of suctioning at her pussy, as if she wanted his tongue all the way inside her hole. Then there was an explosion, and she could feel all her cunt tissues, so slippery and coated and inflamed, purse outward around the end of his tongue.
She vibrated and shook over the total length of her body as wave after wave of orgasm whipped through her and made her pulse hammer her into a state of dizziness.
Things went dark. It was as if she were in the midst of a whirlwind. She went around and around with incredible swiftness, coming and coming. She heard the sloppy sounds her uncle was making in her cunt, and she didn't care. Let it slop. Let it run and. juice up. Let it quiver and shake. She didn't care. She was still a virgin. Maybe some other fate would interfere and keep her one. Damn the virginity, she didn't even care about it any more.
She hadn't finished with her orgasm yet, when Uncle Brad removed his mouth from her pussy. Obscenely, she cried out in protest and tried to position his head back between her thighs.
He came up over her, mounting her. Her twat quivered and shook, needing more, still unsatisfied, still unfinished from the first time. Her eyes popped open, and she saw his face, grinning, victorious, lewd with lust and shiny with her cunt's flow.
The aroma wafted down to her, and she moaned with shame again. But the shame was something good, now, something exciting and breathtaking. There was an insane sense of accomplishment, as if it were a mark of hers upon the world to know that her juices were smeared over her uncle's face and nose and lips and were inside his mouth, flavoring his tongue and coloring his breath. There was a sense of seeing herself in him-on him, all over him. A side of herself that she had never seen on anyone before. It was not ugly.
"You're ready now," he said huskily, leaning far over her.
She felt his hips between her thighs. She couldn't stop them from closing about his body and capturing it.
"Oh, God," she choked, turning her head to the side.
Ready . . . Yes, she was ready. She had been ready for ages and had fought against being ready.
She felt her hands smoothing over his butt, helping to position his hips, urging him forward and down. She groaned once more, the sound coming from the very depths of her soul. She wished he were Pete. Even Nick. But he wasn't, and she just didn't care any more. He had succeeded in twisting her and warping her, too, and she shed a silent tear for the girl that was once Marla Carver. She turned her head back and saw herself mirrored in his eyes, in the lust he held there, and faced the Marla Carver that was to be a woman.
His cockhead touched her slippery gash and rested there. She stiffened and made a small cry come forth. "No," she said weakly. It was automatic, the result of years of avoiding.
Then his cock began to push into her hole. She felt her pussy widen slickly to accommodate the mushroom-shaped girth of his knob. Her cunt muscles pulsed around the intruder as if sensing it, testing it, getting the feel of it to determine if it were friend or foe. They couldn't decide, and they sucked in more of his dick to experiment further.
"Ohhh," she moaned, lifting her hips, unable to hold them still.
He pushed harder, and she gasped throatily, wanting, yet still repulsing the advance of his hard cock into her virgin cunt.
For some reason, she thought of Sue, of slutty Sue, and the way her cousin had kicked her legs into the air and had hollered with delirious joy at her moment of orgasm. Was that end awaiting her now? Would it really be that good?
Uncle Brad inched his prick into her hole, and she felt the beginnings of pain, the pressure on her hymen. She felt the give of the thin tissue and then the end of the giving when it wouldn't stretch any more.
"Oh! Oh!" she yipped. "No! Don't, it hurts!"
"Relax," he said gently.
She couldn't. She felt him gather himself for the plunge that would alter her life forever. She braced herself. The pain increased. But it was becoming a good kind of pain, the way it had when Nick had fucked into her asshole.
Poor Nick, she thought. How he'd wanted my cherry.
Uncle Brad lowered his head. Her concentration went from her pussy to his lips. They were nibbling across her face in an oddly disturbing way. They went to her ear lobe and sucked on it. She tried to move her head to the side. The pressure on her cherry became a dull throb.
She yelled sharply, her mind trying to sort out what had happened. Her ear burned like fire, but so did her cunt. The moment she realized he had bitten her ear, she felt the full, throbbing length of his prick rammed all the way inside her fresh, unused pussy.
"You've done it!" she cried, startled. "You fucked me!"
"Ohhh," he groaned. "Oh, my God ..."
His cock was in her cunt, in all the way. She felt her pussy muscles throbbing and pulsing, not just at the front, towards the mouth, but all along the molten length of her entire cunt.
"Uncle Brad, you fucked me!" she cried again, as if needing confirmation of what was unmistakably true.
"Not yet," he said. "I haven't finished. God, Marla, I've only just begun. You don't know what your cunt feels like to me, honey. Granny gave you the slickest cunt in the world, and you've been hiding it. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Marla moaned inside, wishing he hadn't said that. The shame came back again. She lay under her uncle with his cock imbedded fully in her twat and felt it all return to haunt her.
"Ohhh, take it out, Uncle Brad. I've changed my mind. I don't want it now, I don't!"
"It's too late for that," he said, smoothing his hand over her forehead, trying to calm her. "You can't put it back together again."
He began withdrawing from her snatch. She thought he was going to take his cock out of her cunt. It went back to the knob and came into her hole again, making her cunt muscles stretch and widen for him once more. Sensation rippled through her, and she groaned aloud, wanting more of his cock and not wanting it at all. She began to cry.
"Don't fuck me any more, Uncle Brad, don't fuck me," she whimpered.
He said nothing. His cock reached the end of her cunt and made her grab at his ass to hold him back from punching through her back. He started humping in a regular rhythm. He went faster and faster, fucking her, fucking her.
The words went through her mind with the cadence of a small steam engine. She felt his hips come down against hers, harder and harder. She began to shake her head back and forth, not wanting to respond, somehow still struggling against the knowledge, against what was happening to her.
And then her hips were lifting from the bed automatically, shamelessly, and she knew she was fucking him back like the slut she was.
"No, no, no!" her little train chugged.
The wheels went around. They made slurping, sucking noises as if mired in the bog of her sodden cunt flesh. The piston went in and out, and the head of steam began to build inside her.
She shook the juvenile imagery from her mind and tried to concentrate on the fact that she was being fucked, completely and unalterably by her uncle, that he was going to build up his own head of steam and blow it into her body. She imagined the slippery, mouth-filling flow of his jizz and cried out with the dirtiness of her mental picture.
Her hips wouldn't stop pumping back at him. Her cunt wouldn't quit its damnable sucking and pulling and milking of his cock. It had finally decided it liked the invader, and it was showing its pleasure, writhing and squirming all about his prick the way a puppy squirms around his master's leg.
Something new began to enter into her consciousness. New and yet familiar. She felt it build. She couldn't stop it. Every forward thrust of his prick lifted it up a notch.
His hands came from her soft ass to her thighs, and she knew he was urging her to put her legs around his butt the way Sue had done. She knew how. She had the picture. Her legs moved of their own accord. She felt herself rocking back on the small of her spine and her heels locking into the crack of his ass. She knew her pussy was wide open to his charging prick now, and she could feel his balls tapping at her asshole and making it pulse.
Just like Sue. The same position, the same thrills racing through her body. She was even going to yell the same way over the same man. The sound bubbled up in her throat. She could hear his quickening breaths, and they spurred her on, making it impossible for her to stop now.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "Oh, God-I'm coming! COOMMIINNGG!!"
"Let it go, Marla!" he cried with her. "Give it a big one!"
"YAAAGGGHHH!!" she yelled mindlessly.
Her hips rose from the bed. Her pussy went wild, delighted with finally having something to pulse and suck around. She felt her whole channel come alive as thrill after thrill whizzed through her body and made her mind reel.
Her legs shot out straight, and she rocked back all the way, lifting up her ass to him, taking his thick cock all the way into her new, spasming cunt, sucking up his explosive jets of sperm, drinking it all back into her quivering twat.
He cried out and grunted next to her ear, and there was something disgusting and thrilling at the same time about the sound of it. She shuddered all over and began a twisting motion, her whole torso writhing, her legs shaking. He was fucking her and making her come. She was fucked-fucked! She was a woman at last.
She broke down and sobbed harshly, not knowing any more whether she felt grief or joy, knowing only that the constant war of nerves was finally finished. He kept on. He wouldn't stop fucking her. She had barely come down from her first orgasm when he was pumping into her again, his cock now floating through the volume of juices inside her cunt. He made her come again, tossing and churning and whimpering under him, feeling her body nearly double up with the intensity of her spasms.
He pulled his dick out and turned her over. Her tits drilled into the bed. He parted her asscheeks and made her groan in protest. But he didn't fuck his cock into her ass. He slid underneath it and lifted her rump back and parted her drooling cuntlips with the nose of his prick and sent it slamming into her snatch again, pounding his hips against her round, firm buns, playing with her tits and her pussy as he did.
She moaned into the pillow and began to want an end to it. From somewhere, consciousness of the fact that this was her uncle fucking her returned to her and made her ashamed.
But, there was no end. He lay on his back and lifted her over his hips, making her pussy spread wide. Jism ran out of her hole and dribbled down over his upright shaft until he plugged her with it. Then it squeezed out around his prick and ran over his balls, and he shot more jizz into her pussy so that whole degrading episode could happen again with the next position.
The darkness began to fade and grow gray with sunrise. She didn't have to imagine any of it any more; she was able to see it now-the way her golden pubes were matted and dark and stringy from all his sperm, from the flow of her juices. She saw a flaky coating on her inner thighs. She was beginning to feel the rawness inside her cunt. She wanted him to stop fucking her.
"Come here, you little mink," he said wearily, turning her onto her back again, putting his hand between her legs.
They parted for him automatically now, and that shamed her. "No-no more," she croaked.
"You've got to learn. You've got to love it. There's money. There's a-" He stopped and sighed as if he'd lost track. He made an animal sound and lowered himself onto her. He had to stuff his half-limp prick into her hole. It grew after a moment and stretched out fully towards the end of her cunt.
"Ohhh, no more, no more!" she cried in protest.
Yet, her hips went up and down in the automatic rhythm it seemed they had been pumping in for eons now, so familiar were they. It took a long time. He fucked and fucked, and each plunge of his prick seemed to drill the knowledge into her that she was no longer a virgin.
She sank back inside herself and felt dejection wash over her. She lay woodenly beneath him and felt him pound against her body and quicken to the sucking of her oiled cunt. She had stopped moving, because everything inside her had gone suddenly dead. She waited for him to finish. She recognized the signs now. That, too, felt odd to her. She felt she knew him intimately, and she didn't like what she knew.
Uncle Brad grunted and exploded, his body cramping from the excess, his prick only dripping and squeezing out a few drops of fluid. He lay heavily on her when he was finished, breathing very deeply. He rolled off her chest. She looked at his face and saw the fatigue there and was glad. He was finished. Until tonight, tomorrow night-sometime later.
She put her hands under his hips and pushed. His cock came out of her pussy, wilted and drained. He groaned and rolled onto his back and was asleep almost immediately.
Marla stared at him. She looked at his cock and saw it as offensive, vile, disgusting, not because it was a cock but because it was his cock. Feeling something inside her chest quicken, she rolled out of the bed and nearly fell to the floor when she tried to stand. There was something new inside her, a resolve that was going to be acted on.
She dressed as quickly as she could. She took a last look at him to be certain he was asleep, then stole out the door into the yard. She had to hold herself back to keep from running as she hurried around the house to the front. She saw the first bus of the day down the block. Her heart hammered as she stood and waited for it, sperm still running down the inside of her thigh.
Chapter Seven:
The whole idea was crazy, doomed from the start. She felt it instinctively, and yet she stood on the pier and looked at the boat riding high in the water.
He had to take her with him. There was no other choice for her future, and he had to understand that. If only so that she could hide from Uncle Brad, from Nick, from Lonny's giant cock. Then she sucked in her breath and held it when she saw Pete Phillips move haltingly onto the back deck and squint against the rising sun.
"Pete!" she cried, running forward.
He stood and watched her. She jumped onto the deck with him and ran towards him and stopped just in front of him. Tears streamed down her cheeks. He looked at them, and his lip curled slightly.
"Get out of here," he said with a muted snarl, e winced and held his hand to his stomach. "Pete, I'm sorry!" she cried. "I didn't want it to happen, I swear I didn't."
He looked over her shoulder, behind her. "Where are they? What do you want? I don't have any more. I've got a sore gut, maybe more. Get the ell off my boat and leave me alone, Marla, once is enough."
"They aren't here, Pete, I swear it. I ran away. I can't take any more of them! Pete, take me with you, please!"
He looked at her. It was painful for him to, but he laughed at her. "Sure," he said. "What's next, a kidnapping, blackmail kind of thing?" , "No, Pete, no! Darling, what we had yesterday was real. You felt it, too, I know you did.
"Yeah, right in my gut. I don't want to feel it again. It's dropped. Go back and tell them I won't cause any trouble. But they'd better not try it again."
"Pete, I'm not going back," she said firmly. "I've left them. I want to go with you. I prayed that you'd still be here this morning. I don't care if you leave me off at the next island, just as long as I get away from them."
"That's flattering as hell. Not that you could flatter me any more."
"Damn you, I didn't mean it that way, and you know it!" she cried, tears of frustration streaming down her face.
He looked behind her again and stiffened. "You unbelievable little bitch," he hissed. "Tell them it's no deal. Tell them to go to hell."
Marla looked at him. Then she followed his gaze and saw Uncle Brad's car pulling up at the end of the pier. Nick and Lonny and Sue all piled out of it, leaving it empty. The sun shone off her brother's scar tissue like a gleam of danger.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Hurry, start the engines! Pete, you've got to believe me!"
"Yeah, shove off so that they've really got a case of kidnap against me, huh? You're out of your beautiful head, Marla."
Nick had spotted her. They began walking down the pier. She gave a small cry and ran for the back mooring line. The tide was pulling the boat away from the dock. She unhooked the loop from the cleat and threw the rope away from her. "Hey!" Pete shouted.
He ran back to try to retrieve the line, but it was impossible. The stern began to swing away quickly. Marla turned to him and held his arms and pleaded with him.
"Pete, you've got to believe me. They made me do that yesterday. But the rest of it -- what you and I felt together-nobody made that happen. It just did. Please-God, please take me away from them."
Fortunately, he'd been moored at the outer slip. It made Nick and Lonny have longer to run after Sue had seen what was happening and had shouted at them. The boat swung in a wide, slow arc until it was straining against the bow line, the front deck now separated from the dock by a good ten feet.
"Marla! What the hell are you doing!" Nick shouted at her.
"I'm leaving you, Nick-all of you! He's got you so twisted you don't know what you're doing any more, and I can't stand to watch it!"
"Marla, you can't leave me, honey," he cried plaintively. "We've got to look out for each other. What kind of sister are you that you'd leave me with that bastard? Honey, I told you how it was going to be-just as soon as we'd saved up enough money from suckers like Phillips there. Uncle Brad knows how to get it, honey, it won't take long, Marla, come back!" "Pete, please," she cried, hugging him tightly, pressing her slim body against his.
"Who's this Uncle Brad?" he said, looking down t her, his eyes shifting over her features again. She felt hope leap inside her, because she could see that he was feeling it start up between them again. "I'll explain everything, Pete, just get us out of here. You can't let them on board. They'll take me away, yes, but look at Nick. He's frantic. And Lonny is with him again. God, don't let them take me!" she cried, growing frantic herself. "I can't stand to know that he's going to fuck me again!"
"Who?"
"Uncle Brad!"
"What?"
"Pete, he's crawling out on the rope!" she shouted, hysteria coloring her voice. She watched Nick take the rope and try to pull the heavy boat into the dock. When he saw that it was going to be slow work against the strong tide, he swung down and began coming along it, hand over hand. His feet were trailing in the water, and the line was sagging more under his weight.
"Marla, you come back!" he shouted over and over. "Goddamn it, I need you-come back!"
Pete watched it a moment. He felt his ribs thoughtfully and then memory spurred him to move forward along the catwalk to the bow deck. He looked down at Nick, watching him struggle. He was now on the uphill part of the line, kicking and splashing his feet as his hands kept slipping along the wet nylon.
He halted and blinked at Pete and puffed for breath. His scars were vivid. Lonny stood on the end of the pier smacking his fist into his open palm.
Sue was yelling for Nick to hurry up, promising him a good fuck if he did.
"Let her go, Phillips. She's my sister. I'm not going to hurt her. She doesn't know what she's doing."
"Maybe she does," Pete said.
"I said to let her go, damn it!" he shouted, dangling from the line, up to his waist in the water.
"You're a bossy son of a bitch," Pete said. "And I owe you something for yesterday. Have a good swim, buddy. I hope you're not out of breath yet, because there's nothing but a long float to the ocean from here." He knelt and started working the rope free of its cleat.
"Hey!" Nick yelled.
Pete got it loose. The weight on the rope tore it from his hands, and Nick sank the rest of the way into the water. He came up sputtering and wisely clinging to the rope. He yelled again and began pulling himself towards the dock, shouting for Lonny to pull the fucking rope up instead of standing there watching him and the pretty boat. Lonny was crazy about boats.
Pete hurried back along the catwalk. The boat drifted quickly, but it was in the clear. Pete lifted the engine hatch quickly, sniffed, fitted it back in place, then cranked the twin Chryslers, making them roar to life. In seconds, he had the boat under complete control. He moved slowly down the channel towards South Bay and turned to look at Marla. His eyes went up and down her figure, and a hint of the look that had been in them yesterday was back.
"I find myself in a hell of a predicament," he said. "What am I going to do with you?"
She came up to him. "Take me with you," she said. "Pete, I want that. I know it's crazy, but I want it. Yesterday was crazy, too, but it was real."
"No way," he said finally, shaking his head. "Kidnapping is out of my line."
"They won't do it."
"Bullshit. From what I've seen so far, they'll do anything. Uncle Brad is the brains of your little outfit, I gather."
"Oh, God-he knows everything about you, Pete-about Carol, about Jenny. I'm sorry I've gotten you into this mess."
"What about Carol?" he asked coldly *'Damn it, what about her?"
"Everything, I guess. I don't know how he finds out, he just does."
"On top of the blackmail, huh? Christ, why did you ever bump into my life and spread your little cunt open!"
"It was Uncle Brad!" she cried. She explained it to him while he gripped the spokes on the wheel and glared out through the windshield and threaded his way into South Bay. "He won't try to blackmail you, Pete. He must know now that 111 talk, that I'll tell everything I know and put him out of business. He'll just try to take me."
"He sounds like a perverted creep," Pete said finally. "His daughter, then you, his niece." He grinned into the wind and turned on his marine radio. "Don't worry. Captain Benny's been after Jenny for a long time and hasn't managed to find her. I guess I can hide another cunt away." He spoke into the microphone, frowned, then checked the dials. Then he stuck his head through the cabin door and looked at the paneling behind the radio. He swore.
"What's the matter?"
"Where it's bashed in-it must have bent the radio casing and popped the printed circuits. That's great. Goddamn great." He pushed the throttles forward. The bow rose, and the boat began plowing and thudding through the choppy water.
Marla hung on. "What's the matter?" she shouted over the engine noise.
"Carol! I was going to call her, tell her to activate the electric fences. Now-fuck it!" he cried with frustration, banging the microphone back into its cradle.
Marla watched him. She didn't dare speak. She felt sick inside, and it wasn't from the rolling boat and the high seas. Everything was her fault. She shouldn't have fallen for him, shouldn't have come back to him this morning. Now, because of her, his sister was in danger, his maid-Pete himself. She knew Uncle Brad didn't make idle threats. And all of it was her fault.
She rode up and down with the motion of the boat. They hadn't spoken for a long time. She recognized that they were in Hawk Channel, heading down the line of the Florida Keys, where Big Pine was, towards the bottom of the chain.
She didn't try to intrude upon his thoughts. As far as he was concerned, she wasn't even there any more. Only his sister was on his mind. She let her eyes roam over the land to the west of them. Key Largo. She gasped suddenly and blinked and looked at the lone car keeping abreast of them on the Overseas Highway.
"Pete," she said quietly. "Pete, look!" He looked. The road was close to the sea, and the channel they were in was close to the land, ere was no mistaking the color and make of the car, nor of the scarlet patch on the cheek of the driver.
"It's Nick!" she cried. "Oh, my God!" He told her which cabinet, and she got his binoculars from them. She trained them on the car, and there was no mistake. They were all in the front seat, Nick and Lonny and Sue. They were watching the boat.
Pete hit back on the throttles. The car slowed. He speeded up, and it kept pace with them.
"Great," he uttered.
She looked at him. "Can they follow us to your dock?"
"No. But it won't matter. I can't make it there. I need gas. I was going to gas up at the marina. Then, just now, I was going to pull in at Islamorada."
"But they'll..."
"That's right," he said, unable to conceal a growl. "If we put in, they'll run aboard like rats. We're stuck, Marla," he said, facing her fully. "You and me, alone on the boat. We'll have to anchor until night and try to sneak in when they can't see us. What do you propose we do to pass the day away, huh?"
She looked at him and felt her mouth go dry. Her cunt throbbed suddenly, because she knew what he meant. She deserved it-every pounding, jabbing stroke into the bottom of her cunt.
He cut the engines after pulling close to the edge of the channel. He went forward and threw the anchor over, letting the line play out until he was hooked shoreward of the channel. He came back and cut all switches, then looked at her.
"I owe you, Marla," he said.
"I know you do. I'm sorry for everything, Pete."
"You said that."
"They're out there-standing on the shore, now, watching us."
"Then we'll give them something to see."
He came towards her and took her shoulders. They were on the back deck in the bright sunlight. The boat bobbed and rolled. She went off balance, and her weight made her dress rip off in his hands.
Her naked tits spilled into the sunlight, and she covered them with her arms and looked at him, wondering if she were seeing a side of him she hadn't thought existed.
"You don't have to rape me," she said.
"I didn't think so. You were willing enough yesterday. To give me your cherry, you said. It's convenient that your Uncle Brad just happened to fuck you last night, isn't it?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Now you don't have to produce the cherry for me, either."
"Pete," she whispered. "I swear to you it's true."
"Yeah. You've sworn a lot this morning. Frankly, Marla, I think you're lying through your teeth. I think you're a confused kid who's too damn pretty for her own good. I think maybe you snitched some of my money from your uncle yesterday and got caught. I think maybe he's checked around my estate enough to know that he can't get into it without some inside help. And I think you think you're going to give him that help just as soon as you make me intoxicated with your pretty, golden pussy. And you're dead wrong, you cunt."
She recoiled as if stung with a whip. "So are you," she snapped back. "All the way wrong. You saw Nick a little while ago."
"Staged," he said.
"They're following us now."
"Of course, they are. It's theatric, designed to make everything seem real."
"God, you're bull-headed!" she cried.
"What's next?" There was a mocking grin on his face as if he were enjoying the little game.
"The money I supposedly stole-where is it? Tucked inside my bra?" She removed her arms and showed him her naked tits and the obvious fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Maybe it's rolled up inside your cunt," he suggested.
Marla looked at him. She felt a thrill of emotion go through her. She paused a moment and then took the hem of her dress and lifted it, pulling the garment over her tits, over her head, letting it flutter to the deck. She thought she heard her brother yell something from the shore, but she wasn't sure. She stood before Pete as she had done yesterday, but with a difference. He saw it, too, crusted all over her thighs.
"You've had a busy night with Uncle Brad," he sneered.
"Some of that's blood," she said, seeing the pinkish tinge.
He shrugged. "You're having your period-just starting, just finishing up."
She looked at him for a long moment. Her lower lip trembled finally. "Pete, what can I do to make you believe me?" she whispered. The sound was as still as the breeze whispering past her ears, the sucking and slapping of the water against the hull.
"Nothing," he said firmly, coming towards her, unbuckling his pants.
She watched him close the distance between them, looking up into his face. She shivered once, but she didn't give way. He took her shoulders in his hands and pulled her nakedness against his. She felt his limp cock mash against her belly and didn't care if Nick watched it happen or not.
"God," she wept. "I wish it was still yesterday."
"So do I," he said.
He picked her off the deck and carried her inside.
Chapter Eight:
He placed her on the bed and looked down her. She couldn't help squirming under his gaze. She felt the stickiness and crust on her thighs and made him let her get up to shower and clean herself for him. He watched her and then car into the tiny stall with her so that they we cramped together with the hot water streaming down on them. She looked up at him and smiled through her nervousness.
"I feel spectacularly naughty, Pete," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I-I've never done this kind of thing."
He looked at her, and his expression of doubt softened just a bit. He washed her tits with his slippery, soapy hands, and he knew that the little shivers passing through her body weren't faked.
"You're driving me up a tree," she whispered huskily, leaning against him.
"Look what you've done to me," he said grinning, glancing down through the narrow space between them in the cramped stall. His cock was thrusting up towards her face. She looked at stiff rod and felt a certain dizziness.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I've-I told you, I'm not used to this kind thing. It isn't every day I look head on at a man's prick."
"Marla, you don't have to keep that up," he said. "I told you it wouldn't help, and it won't. We're going to fuck."
She lifted her face and looked at him openly. "It's not an act, Pete."
He held her gaze for an electric moment and then reached behind his back and turned the shower off. "Come on," he said, making his voice gruff, grabbing her arm harder than he had to. He pushed her out into the room and onto the bed. She sat there with her shoulders slumped and her head hanging.
"Come on," he said again.
She looked up. Tears mingled with thee water droplets and hid them. "I want you to believe me. I want it to be yesterday again so that I can give you my cherry. I need for you to believe that, because I feel so dirty for not having it."
He shrugged. "Okay, I believe you." He pushed her back onto the bed and lay beside her. She stared at the ceiling. It wasn't good enough. He put his hand over her pussy, and she parted her thighs automatically. If he thought her a slut, she might as well act the part. What did it matter any more?
After a moment, she moaned and put her arms out to him. She looked into his face as it came over hers, and then she pulled him to her, as if she were uninhibited, the way any good slut would do it.
She took his lips against hers. She parted them and let his tongue come into her mouth. She lifted her pussy up to his mind as he fondled her gash and spread her cuntlips with his fingers.
And then she wasn't acting the part of a slut any more. All the motions and softenings and tender caresses came without any effort, without any trickery.
The sensations were strange to her. She lifted her thigh over his hips and opened her cunt wide. He dabbled there, fondling her clit, running his fingers into her pussyhole, and she was glad it was open for him.
"Fuck me, Pete," she whispered.
He looked at her. "That's no way for a virgin to talk."
"I know it. I'm not one any more. I don't even want to be one now. I'm glad it's over with, glad I know what to expect." She passed her hand gently over his face. "Now I can concentrate on feeling your prick inside me, on feeling how good and full it makes me feel. I don't have to think about the sudden rupture and what it means to me and all that."
"Sure," he said, reaching down to put her hand on his cock. It was rigid and throbbing, and the feel of it sent thrills through her and made her moan again.
"I'm putting it into me," she whispered with a sense of sweet awe. She rubbed the knob up and down her gash and felt how it slipped through her juices. "I'm actually putting a cock into my pussy. After all the years of trying to keep them out ..."
He looked down on her. Their gazes locked, and she moved her hips, hunching her crotch up, making the head of his prick be captured by the soft, pulsing mouth of her pussy. He started to push forward, and she stopped him with a gasp.
"No-let me. Don't you come into me. Let me fuck my pussy down on you. I want to take part in it. I want to start it. I want to know that this is really me doing it, that there's no resistance any more, that there's no hint of rape again."
"Marla," he complained.
She pushed him onto his back and squatted next to him. Her eyes were suddenly bright, her heart tripping with joy. "I'm going to fuck you, darling," she said.
"Be my guest," he grinned.
Marla looked at his prick. She sucked in her breath and fondled the rigid shaft with her fingers. It was a test of some kind she was making for herself.
She hesitated for a long moment and felt her cunt throb with anticipation and impatience. Then she looked into his eyes again and lifted her leg over his hips, straddling him, knowing that her golden pussy was spread wide and that he was looking directly into it. She pumped her crotch forward towards his face and spread her cuntlips shamelessly to his gaze.
"Pete, look," she said excitedly. "I'm watering for your prick. I'm throbbing inside for the feel of it, for the whole length of it to come inside me. I want it, Pete, I want it, and I don't care that I'm not a virgin any more!"
He looked. He licked his dry lips. Then he squinted and frowned and stared. He reached out and held her hips and made her come closer to his face. He spread her cuntlips wider with his fingers and opened her twat mouth.
"What's wrong, Pete?" she whispered. "Do you think there's a poisonous snake up there ready to bite the end of your prick? Are you still looking for the money I stole?"
"What's that inside there?" he asked. "It looks like-tissues."
He barely whispered the last word. He looked up at her face slowly, his expression changing several times.
"Marla ..." he said huskily.
"I told you, Pete," she said, flushing before him. "I told you and told you, and you wouldn't believe me."
"I didn't... I thought..." "They won't be there long, darling? Sue says they go away once it's broken." "God, I didn't..."
"Pete, I want to fuck you," she cried happily, taking his cock in her hand again, moving down his thighs, centering her cunt over his cock. The nose of it touched her wet pussy folds and throbbed wildly.
"Honey, it's yesterday again," he said.
She was too choked to respond. His image grew watery before her eyes. She lowered herself slowly, taking his prick into her cunt inch by savory inch. She wept as it went in her hole, and she shivered all over until she sat fully on his hips, their pubes mingling, her pussy shaking around his dick, her tits burning and throbbing in his hands.
She began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. She fucked him while he remained still, until he couldn't stay wooden any longer and came alive beneath her throbbing cunt. Then he pulled her down on top of him and held her tightly and rolled her over onto her back and crushed her under his weight. His hips moved up and down, and he was fucking her while she fucked him back.
"Pete, Pete!" she cried softly. "Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"
"You fuck me, Marla."
"I am, I am! God, I am fucking you!"
She lifted to him, matching every stroke. Her pussy burst into flame, and the sensations roared through her whole body and made her cry out from the searing heat of it.
She shook and shuddered and gave herself to him completely, twisting and churning under him, making her swollen, oiled cunt rise up his shaft and suck at his balls.
He pounded into her cunt, but it was all good, all sweet and wonderful and good. There was no incest, no depravity, no shame. It was the way fucking should be, and she knew she loved it. She thanked her grandmother for the genes that made her so responsive and willing now. She was suddenly looking forward to the day when she would be able to give all her passion to Pete, only to Pete, until they burned themselves out trying to keep it under control.
She rose up to meet his pulsing thrusts, and her orgasm pounded through her with a depth and completeness that she'd never had before. She yelled aloud, again and again, knowing they were on the ocean where nobody but Pete could hear the depth of her joy.
He cradled her head in his arms and kissed her again and again, not stopping his motions, letting her get it all out of her spasming body until the next time.
She didn't think she would ever stop coming. All the dirt, all the degradation and shame poured from her pussy and flowed around his cock and dribbled down to her asshole as she came and yelled and came again. She lost count of how many times, but she was exhausted when it finally stopped.
They lay together, breathing deeply. She felt as if she were floating. The motion of the boat aided the sensation. When they had caught their breaths and kissed until she moaned with renewed passion, they started fucking all over again.
It wasn't the same as it had been with Uncle Brad. The more he fucked her, the greedier she became. She couldn't get enough of the feel of his beautiful prick inside her cunt, of his lean, hard body against her tits and belly. She ran her hands over his butt again and again, and she went back a thousand times for the taste of his firm lips.
The sun wheeled overhead and began falling into the Gulf beyond the island. It had happened too fast.
He sat up in the bed and shook his head, looking at her. "You've worn me to a frazzle, young lady," he grinned.
"You've just begun on me," she grinned back, laughing happily over his exaggerated moan. Her face became serious, and she knew it was over for now. "Pete, what are we going to do?"
He looked at her, then at his watch. "Wait some more," he said. He padded to a window and looked shoreward. "They've gone."
She got up and looked with him. He left the window and got into his pants, starting forward to the anchor. "Pete, it's a trick," she called after him.
"Maybe."
He pulled on the rope. The anchor broke loose, and he hauled it up. He came back to the stern and kicked the engines on. The sea was much calmer than it had been. He eased forward down the channel again, squinting against the glare of the dying sun. He kept looking shoreward.
"I don't like this," he said. "They can see us, but it'll be hard to spot the car again. Unless . . . "
He goosed the boat, keeping a wary eye on the gas gauges. He came to a point where two islands were spanned by a bridge, and he didn't see them on top of it or anywhere around for nearly a mile in either direction, where the car would have stood out on the flat, empty mounds of low rock. He checked with the binoculars to make sure, and he let out a cackle.
"We're going in," he said.
Islamorada was just ahead. He took it through the channel, docked, kept a wary eye out for them while he phoned his sister from a booth. He came back looking pale.
"Pete, what's the matter?" she cried.
"No answer. They're there. Somebody's there, or Jenny would have answered."
"Oh, no," she cried softly.
They cast off and headed down the channel again, racing against time. It was dark long before he made the cut over to Florida Bay under the highway and sped along the rim of the island towards his place.
The house glowed from a dense setting of landscaping and thick stands of trees. Pete maneuvered the boat into the dock. They made the lines secure and then ran up to the house and burst in through the door.
"Well, well, just in time for the fun," Uncle Brad crowed.
Marla and Pete pulled up short. He was pointing a gun at them. "We're all in the living room having a party," he said. "Come and join us, won't you?" He waved the gun.
Through a door, Marla could hear a moan of protest, a choked cry, and then more moans, rhythmic in cadence. She looked through the door and saw her brother humping up and down over a blonde girl, fucking her hard, fucking her and fucking her as if he wouldn't stop. Lonny was watching, his prick hard and in his hand, waiting his turn. Sue was with Jenny. The mulatto was tied to a chair, and Sue was kneeling in front of her, licking her spread cunt, making her squirm and thrash against her will.
"Nick!" she cried, running forward, looking at the girl who must have been Carol, seeing that her eyes were sightless, that her fingertips were going over Nick's face again and again, exploring it, sensing it, seeing him through them-and doing it even as he was fucking her and making her moan.
Nick looked around and paused for a moment. "Hey, Phillips," he cried. "How do you like having your sister get fucked, huh? How does it feel, huh? Like the thoughts of it? Want to watch some more?" he cackled and pumped his prick into the slim body of Pete's younger sister and made her moan anew.
"You rotten son of a bitch!" Pete roared, lunging forward.
Lonny took his hand from his prick and stood menacingly in Pete's way. He even emitted a kind of growl. Uncle Brad waved the gun again and laughed.
"Try it, Phillips," he said.
Pete stopped in his tracks. He looked helplessly at his sister.
"Carol..." he croaked.
"Pete? Pete? It's all right, Pete, it doesn't matter. Don't let them get away with it, don't give them any more money."
"Carol, for God's sake, I'll kill them!" he cried.
"No, don't, darling, it doesn't matter."
"She wouldn't tell us how to get into the safe, Phillips," Uncle Brad said, waving the gun again. He looked foolish doing it. "Maybe you'll be more cooperative."
"Fuck you," Pete growled.
Uncle Brad shrugged. "Then I'll have to let Lonny get a piece of your sister's ass, too. He won't be as gentle as Nick there." He watched them fucking. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say your sister was enjoying having a little prick in her. Haven't you been taking care of her, Phillips?"
"Not the way you mean."
"Oh, you mean it's been the maid over there, huh?"
Pete didn't answer. Marla glanced at him quickly and saw an odd expression on his face, a look of guilt. He covered it quickly, and she felt a strange feeling go through her. She looked at Jenny. The woman was beautiful. But she didn't seem to be enjoying what Sue was doing to her.
She looked at Carol. The blonde hair spilled over the edge of the sofa. Her fingers were still going over Nick's body, feeling it. She was younger than Pete, perhaps twenty-three. She could see a faint resemblance between them. Her tits were smooth and pointed, and they flattened nicely under the weight of Nick's chest. Her hips were wide, full of passion. She had her knees drawn up, and Marla wasn't sure but what Uncle Brad said seemed right. She did seem to be enjoying the way Nick was fucking her. In fact, she came while Marla was watching. She tried to hide it, but Marla could tell. She felt wise about such things now. After coming, she didn't seem to want to stop.
In a detached way, Marla thought about it and knew it would make sense. If Pete kept her a virtual prisoner in the house, then she would be starved for sex. She was getting it now, from Nick.
"The money, Phillips," Uncle Brad said again.
Pete looked at him, then at his sister. There was nothing he could do but try to keep Lonny away from her. His eyes met Jenny's for a moment, and he looked away from the pained expression on her face. He went into another room and Uncle Brad followed him. Marla ran over to her brother and pounded ineffectually on his back with her small fists.
"Stop it, you beast, stop it! She hasn't done anything to you!"
Nick took a swipe at her and kept on fucking. "Yeah, but her fucking brother did. I saw him with you, Marla. I saw him carry you into the cabin. You were in there all fucking day. The son of a bitch cherried you, and I'm just getting even with him by fucking his own sister. Trouble is, she likes it. She's come three times already. Christ, it isn't fair!" he bawled. "Did you do that with him? Did you come and come and holler for more?"
"Don't you try to condemn me, Nick Carver," Marla said hotly. "You seem to have forgotten that you fucked me first-you, my brother-you were the first."
"I was not!" he cried. "I stuck it up your ass because I had to stick it somewhere, or Uncle Brad would have done it for me."
Marla rocked back on her heels. She looked at her brother with an open mouth. Was it true? Had he buggered her on purpose in an effort to save her from Uncle Brad?
"Nick-honey, I didn't... I thought ... Oh, God, I'm sorry for all the horrible things I've thought about you. I thought you didn't know the difference."
"Yeah, well, I guess it was all for nothing, huh? You went and threw your cherry away on that Phillips bastard."
"No, Nick."
"Oh, bullshit! Don't lie to me. You can't spread your legs right now and show me a cherry. Can you?"
"No," she said softly. "But it wasn't Pete. It was Uncle Brad."
He stopped fucking. "What?" he exploded.
"Last night. He gave you a sleeping pill instead of an aspirin. He came into my room and did it. Again and again, until the sun came up. He wouldn't stop. He was trying to force me to be like Sue. When he finally fell asleep, I ran away, hoping to find Pete. I'm glad I did, Nick." She looked at him levelly. "Nick, you've got to understand this. I love you. I'm worried about you, about what you're doing with Uncle Brad. I want to care for you, Nick, but I can't do it in the way you've wanted me to. And now-now I have something with Pete. Something good. I can't let go of it. I can't come back and do those horrible things Uncle Brad was making me do."
"Marla!" he cried. "You can't leave me! What girl's going to look at a face like this? I won't have anybody if you leave me, Marla."
"Perhaps one who can't see will look at it, Nick," she said softly.
He stopped again. He looked down on the pretty features of the woman he was abusing so thoughtlessly. Her fingers still played over his features. There was no pain on her face, no shame for what he was doing to her. Carol Phillips was smiling very softly.
"Sometimes, Nick," she said, moving her pretty lips, "we think we're all alone when we're not like the rest of them, when we have a deformity. But we're not. Perhaps we can help each other, you and I. You've made the first step. I didn't like your crude approach, but I can't deny I've liked your style." She smiled, and her sightless eyes twinkled with mischief.
Nick looked at the woman with disbelief. He began moving again, but in a different way-slower, with more feeling. She curled her arms around his neck and made a soft sound, and Marla stepped away from them.
"Tell him to hurry up, Marla," Lonny complained, playing with his prick again, licking his lips as he looked at her.
"Lonny, I'm surprised," she said. "I thought surely you'd be showing Jenny what a big prick you have by now."
"Aw, I wanted to, but Sue wouldn't let me. Shit, she takes the fun out of everything."
"Why don't you push her away? You're bigger than she is."
"Huh? Shit! Then she'll cut me off for good!"
"What will you have lost, Lonny? Do you think she's the only girl around?"
He turned his head and looked at Jenny. Marla hated to do it to the girl, but she was hoping that Jenny wouldn't mind too much. It turned out that she didn't mind at all. Lonny went over and pulled Sue's head away from the dark crotch. She started bitching at him. Jenny looked at his big prick with a hungry expression.
"That's the size I like," she said, her voice rich and deep.
Lonny's cock throbbed. He began freeing her, pushing Sue away at regular intervals.
Pete and Uncle Brad came back into the room. Uncle Brad looked smug. He watched Nick fucking Carol and then watched Lonny stuff his thick cock into Jenny's squirming, excited cunt. Then he looked at Sue and licked his lips.
"No!" Sue cried.
"Shut up," he said. "I can fuck you any time. Nick's got the right idea. Pay Phillips back for trying to cause trouble. Nick, come hold the gun on this bastard. I want to take a whack at that blind stuff. He had another three thousand in his safe. We can split it, just like you said."
"It was six," Pete said firmly.
Uncle Brad cracked him across the face with the gun, and he began to bleed. "I told you to shut up. All right, Nick, six. We'll still split it."
Nick looked at him. He rose up from Carol's body. Her fingers waved like feelers, wanting him to stay. Nick grinned in a hard way.
"She's a hell of a piece, Uncle Brad. This guy must be an idiot for not dicking her. She's starving for it."
"Nick!" Marla cried.
"Oh, shut up, Marla," he said. "Come to think of it, I owe you a fuck myself, just on general principles."
He moved towards her. Marla backed away. She watched Uncle Brad cackle with lust and unbuckle his pants as he approached Carol. He passed the gun to Nick and dropped his pants.
Nick stopped dead. He swung around just as Uncle Brad was holding his cock in his hand and aiming it towards Carol's snatch. He pointed the gun at him.
"Hold it right there, you son of a bitch," Nick growled.
Uncle Brad turned around, startled. He grinned after a moment. "Nick, what is this?" he asked.
"This is for fucking my sister. This is for trying to cheat us again. This is to show you that I'm not kidding any more and never have been."
Uncle Brad looked at him and moved away from the sofa. "Lonny, get your cock out of there for a minute and help me take the gun away from Nick."
Lonny turned his head. "Naw," he grunted.
"Lonny, get moving!" Uncle Brad roared. "I won't let you fuck my daughter any more. Sue, you hear that? No more ass for Lonny."
"I hear it, Daddy," she said angrily, glaring at Lonny.
Lonny didn't even respond. Nick laughed. "Apparently, Lonny doesn't think that's such a bad fate, Uncle Brad. I can't blame him. Frankly, your daughter's a little bitch, and she hasn't treated him very well."
"Your Lonny's doin' fine* just where he is, Mr. Brad," Jenny said. "I've had me a long dry spell here, in spite of what you thinks, and he's doin' just-just... oh, right on, big man!" she cried, rolling wildly underneath him.
Pete's eyebrows went up. He looked at Marla and shrugged. "It was over a year ago," he admitted, looking away for a moment. "She hasn't left the house since."
"Lonny likes boats, Pete," she said.
He caught it. "Lonny not only doesn't give a damn, Brad, but I've just hired him to take care of the boat."
Uncle Brad laughed sharply. "He's too fucking dumb!"
"He can be taught. Looks like you and your daughter are left out in the cold." He walked forward, his hand out. "I'll take my money back now."
"Shoot him, Nick," Uncle Brad said. "No deal."
"You need me, you little punk. You've still got that face nobody'll look at." He was snarling now, coming apart.
"I've found somebody who can't see it," Nick said. "She can look beneath it."
Uncle Brad stepped back, his eyes flicking from one to the other of them, "You're kidding. Phillips, did you hear that? One fuck, and he thinks your sister's head over heels for him. You gonna put up with a creep like that, thinking he can fuck your sister just because she's blind?"
"Not as blind as you are, Brad," Carol said, sitting up on the couch. Her tits swung nicely from her chest, smooth and pointed. "I know what I look like. Quite good, Good enough to please Nick, I should hope. I can see him, too, in my own special way. I see motives, things underneath, things you who have eyes don't always see. I see yours, and they repel me. I see Nick's, and they don't. He was trying to help his sister. I am in a good position to appreciate that gesture. I have nothing more to say to you or to your daughter. Nick? Nick?"
She held out her hands. Nick went to her. She hugged him to her face by his hips and smiled. "I hope you don't mind, Pete," she said.
"You get whatever you want, honey," Pete said. "You know that."
"So do you, darling. My, our family has grown suddenly," she said brightly.
Pete fished his money out of Uncle Brad's pants. He went over to Nick. The two men looked steadily at each other for a moment.
"Sorry about yesterday, Pete," Nick said. He caressed Carol's cheek. "I'll make it up to you."
"There's an experimental station connected with the Marine Institute up on Pigeon Key," he said. "I know the guy who heads it. 111 see what I can do."
Nick burst into a broad grin, the first genuinely happy smile Marla had seen on his face since the accident. Something choked up in her throat and made her eyes sting. She watched him hand the gun over to Pete willingly, and she knew he was on the road to recovery.
Pete waved the gun at Uncle Brad. "We're all tired of you and your daughter," he said.
Wordlessly, Uncle Brad put his pants back on. He looked at his daughter. She came over and hugged his arm and glanced through the room at all of them. Then she put her arms around his neck and kissed him fully, smiling at him.
"Like old times, Daddy? Just us?"
"I guess so, baby."
"I'm glad. I was beginning to think you need me around to help you any more, you were using Marla so much. You watch. I'll get myself all dolled up, and we can hit the King's Cove yet can't we?"
He looked at her and smiled weakly. "You bet honey," he said, having no faith in it.
Pete walked them down the long, curving drive. The wind whispered through the thick stand of pines. Marla walked beside him in the balmy night. Pete cut the power on the gate and opened it and shoved Uncle Brad through. He turned and grinned crookedly at Marla, trying to preserve one victory, the fact that he'd fucked her first. She beat him to the punch, deflating him completely.
"Thanks for the favor, Uncle Brad. It made everything work out better. I was able to enjoy myself with Pete instead of worry. I hope you and Sue have a nice life together-just a father and his daughter. You deserve each other."
Pete grinned and locked the gate. The pair got into the car and drove away. Pete put his arm around Marla's shoulder and shoved the gun in his pocket and flipped his hand as if he'd burned it, making a face.
"That's a sharp tongue you have for such a young girl."
"Young but wise," she smiled up at him. "And in love, I think. Hot, anyway. Definitely hot for your prick."
"More?"
"Much more."
They paused outside on the porch, looking in through the glass doors. Nick and Carol were at it again. This time, she was sitting astride his hips, fucking him vigorously, letting herself go for the first time in a long while. Lonny and Jenny were still getting along just fine.
"Shall we join them?" Pete said.
"No," she smiled, her eyes gleaming with reflected light. "I like mine private. I like it to be all for you. Maybe later, but not now, not while it's still fresh and clean and good. Do my starry eyes deceive me, or is that a porch swing over there?"
"They see just fine," he said.
She led him by the hand and lay down on it, crooking her finger at him. "I've never been fucked in a swing, and I'm nearly eighteen," she said.
"Heavens!" he grinned, unbuckling his pants.
He got into the swing with her. It was a precarious fit. He kicked off, and the chains squeaked rhythmically. He propped a pillow under her head and spread her out on the cushions. Then he came into her readily and found her pussy wet and molten and eager.
"Pete," she whispered, lifting up to him.
He timed his strokes with the arc of the swing and made her giggle. "God, I'm going to mess it up," she said.
"Go ahead."
She broke the rhythm. Her hips moved jerkily and caught and hitched and made her pussy suck up and down his shaft. She rose quickly to him, taking his cock fully into her eager cunt, feeling that she was truly flying. She began to buck and whimper and come. Pete shouted with her. They came together, twisting and thrashing, then yelling as they rolled out of the swing and onto the piece of carpet beneath it. The swing moved over their heads as they finished coming, still glued together, still pulsing and moistening each other inside her writhing cunt.
"It'll never sell," he puffed finally.
"I thought it was exciting," she giggled. She looked at him. "Pete?" she said seriously.
"What?"
"I've never done it under a swing, either." "You little mink," he grinned, gathering her in his arms again.
She laughed throatily and felt his prick slide into her cunt one more delirious time. In a moment, she was yipping again.
