Chapter 18 - EXHIBITED
(exhib, MMg, MMMg, oral, bukk, mast)
Uncle Joe dresses Bunny for the trip to see Pops...
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Mama was waiting for me when I got home from school on Friday. She took me upstairs to pack for the weekend. Mostly jeans and tops, but she also had two new B-cup bras for me. I tried one on. It was so much more comfortable than my old A-cup bras, not the my A-cup bras were all that old.
I then took a quick shower, dried my hair and dressed. Just as I was finishing up, Uncle Joe was there and Mama was calling up the stairs for me. Being the last weekend in March, it was warm, so I wore my pink rhinestone studded flip-flops with my jeans. Grabbing a light jacket, I headed down, kissed Mama and with Uncle Joe carrying my suitcase, we headed out.
With Mama waving from the front porch, we headed off towards the Interstate. To my surprise, once out of sight, he turned and headed back to his house. Pulling into his driveway he explained, "We have some time, so how about some lovin', darling?"
What a wonderful surprise! He didn't have to ask twice. I practically ripped my clothes off and jumped into his bed. Within moments he was inside me, vigorously pumping his cock into me. He shot off in me and then had me suck his dick. Sated, he was ready to go. Me, I could have stayed there all weekend!
I dabbed up his semen leaking from me with a damp wash cloth and was about to get dressed when he pulls out a paper bag and tells me to wear what he had picked out for me.
Opening the bag, I turned it upside down and shook out the contents on the bed. I picked up the top. I recognized it instantly, or rather I recognized what was left of it. It was one of my old tanktops that Mama had discarded, but it was chopped in half. I picked up the denim shorts. Those too I recognized as they had been my most favorite designer jeans, but they had gotten really tight and with the big holes in them Mama had disposed of them too, only there weren't any holes in them anymore, except for a small hole in the back. The worn legs had been cut off, cut very short, so short that there weren't any legs any more.
I picked up my panties, but Uncle Joe vetoed them in favor a black thong. Gawd, I felt even more naked after putting it on than when I was nude.
I went to put on my new bra, but Uncle Joe stopped me saying, "No bra, Bunny." I put the bra down and slipped on the pink cutoff shirt. Gawd, it barely covered my boobs!
"Perfect!" he praised.
I then shimmied into the severely cut short shorts. They were still really tight, but gawd, they looked more like denim panties than shorts and half my ass was exposed!
He was very pleased with the look and he was okay with my pink rhinestone studded flip-flops, which was a good thing as they were the only shoes I had. Dressed, we headed out for Pops. I could only imagine what he was going to think. He was old, but he's still a man and I'm sure the way I was dressed any man would like to see me.
It was a two hour drive to Pops, so we stopped at Burger King on the way out to grab a bite to eat on the road. Pops had lived in our town when my grandmother was alive, but after she died, he moved back into his old home be closer to his own kids.
Entering Pops somewhat run down looking house, and seeing me, the old guy exclaimed, "Holy shhhh...! Lordy girl! Does your mama know you're dressed like that?"
"No, she doesn't," Uncle Joe replied for me. "Her mama had her dressed. Dressed real nice, but Bunny made me stop so she could change into this." I shot a look at him, but he ignored me.
"Damned, girl, you've sure grown up," Pops said with a grin as he checked me out.
"Well, come in, come in, darling. You're certainly a sight for sore eyes."
Pops' eyes were bright and sparkling as he gawked at me. Other than that he was just like he was the last time I saw him, kind of scrawny looking and a bit hunched over, wearing the same worn out looking clothes and shuffling about in brown slippers.
Uncle Joe then hauled our stuff to the upstairs bedrooms leaving me with Pops. "I don't go up there anymore. Too hard on the knees," he called up after Joe. "But I suppose Bess changed the sheets after she and her family were here after Christmas."
"No, problem, Pops!" Joe called back. "We'll take care of it."
Uncle Joe was soon back downstairs. "Sheets are fresh," he announced.
"Do either of you want something to eat?" Pops asked.
"No, we got something as we left town," Joe answered.
"Then will you have a drink with me?" Pops asked him.
"Sure thing," he replied as he joined Pops sitting at the kitchen table.
"Bunny, reach up in the second cabinet and get us two glasses down," Uncle Joe asked me.
Pops had a galley kitchen. Seated at the kitchen table, you had a clear side view down the entire length. So when I reached up to get a glass, I felt the too short shirt rise up.
"God almighty!" exclaimed Pops. I knew right away that I had flashed them, but it didn't embarrass me. On the contrary I felt a little thrill at him getting a glimpse of my growing boobies.
I paused for a moment, letting Pops get a good look and then took down one glass. Then I reached up and got down another.
"No, not those," Pops said. "The nice ones on the next shelf up."
I had to stand on my tip toes and stretch even farther to get the nicer glasses down and when I did, my entire boobs were exposed.
"Oh, god damn," the old buzzard hissed as I pulled the first of two glasses down. Coming back down, my shirt didn't; what with the ragged helm it sort of perched on top of my tits. Then I reached for the second glass and brought it down, then reached for a third. Only when I had three glasses down did I pull my top down to cover my tits once again.
When I brought the three glasses to the table, Pops said, "You're giving me a hard attack, girl, and I ain't been hard naturally in years.
"Now you need to bring us a bowl of ice," the old goat continued. "The bowls are up on the second shelf."
So I went to my tip toes again and pulled down a mixing bowl and in the process exposed myself once again.
"Now fill the bowl with ice and fetch a couple of Seven-Ups from the fridge," he instructed. I did as he asked and brought the ice and drinks to the table.
"Now, be a good girl and fetch the whiskey," he said. "Look under the sink."
So I opened the cabinet under the sink, bent over and began looking. I looked and looked but I didn't see any bottle of whiskey and all the while I felt the crotch of my jeans shorts slotting into my pussy while the waistband was drawn down off my hips exposing my thong. It must've been quite a show!
"I don't see it," I called out.
"Look again," Pops called out with a laugh. I looked and looked, but there was no whiskey bottle.
I stood up and told him, "It's not there, Pops."
"Oh! Maybe I moved it. Look in the next cabinet." So I repeated my search and this time I found it.
I brought the nearly full bottle to the table and he and Uncle Joe fixed themselves highballs. Me, I just took some of the Seven-Up. I guess I should have taken the opportunity to adjust my shorts, but I left them down low on my hips. No sooner had I sat down when Pops wanted me to get peanuts for them. Like the bowls and the glasses, these were in a side cabinet, as there were no cabinets over the sink. Opening the cabinet, I saw the jar of peanuts right away on the lower shelf, but pretended to search the second shelf on my tip toes, once again exposing myself. After a moment or two, I took the jar of peanuts and returned them to the table, neglecting to pull the top down until I was at the table.
"Opps! Sorry," I said as I pulled the shirt down to cover myself.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart," the old geezer said with a gap-toothed smile.
"She has some nice tits, huh, Pops?" my uncle said.
"Damned right!" Pops replied.
Then the old goat added, "You like showing off, don't you?"
"What do you mean, Pops?" I answered with my best I-haven't-a-clue-what-you're-talking-about look.
"How old are you now?"
"I turned eleven in November. Don't you remember?"
"Not really, but if you say so. Eleven you say? Kinda well developed for an eleven year old, ain't ya?"
"Mama says I'm an early bloomer. There's only one other girl in my class who has boobs."
"You don't say..."
"It's true!"
"Oh, I believe you, honey. I got eyes.
"Tell me, honey, have you always had such big nipples?"
"Pops! What kind of question is that?" I said in feigned indignation, but secretly pleased that he noticed.
"It's just a question," he replied pretending it was an innocent question.
He looked over at Uncle Joe for an answer and Uncle Joe gallantly shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'How would I know?', but then spoiled it with a sly grin.
"I think that there's something you two ain't telling me," Pops said looking right at me. "And perhaps it's best if I don't know."
Turning to Uncle Joe he said, "She's jail bait, son. You be damned careful, you hear?"
"There's nothing going on, Pops," Uncle Joe said with a straight face.
"Bull shit!" Pops snorted. "But far be it for me to say anything to anybody. Hell, if she's willing..."
"She's willing," Uncle Joe replied.
"Damn, boy! Why don't you just come out and admit it?" Pops snorted.
Turning to me Pops asked, "Are you willing, honey?"
When I actually blushed and didn't answer he reassured, "Your secret is safe with me, sweetie." I still didn't answer.
"Well, I take that as a yes," he said to me with a smile while looking me up and down.
Turning back to Uncle Joe Pops asked, "Just how willing is she?"
"We'll see, Pops. You got some Viagra on hand, don't you?"
"Hot damn, boy!"
"But not tonight, old man. Tonight it's just going to be me and her. Tomorrow? Who knows?"
"You're killing me, boy!" the old man snorted.
"Just breaking your balls, Pops," Uncle Joe laughed.
My uncle turned to me and said, "C'mere, cunt." He'd never called me that before and I glared at him. "I said come here," he said in a measured tone.
"You don't have to be so mean," I pouted as I stood and went to him. As I got into arms length of him, he reached out and pulled me into his lap. I was barely seated before his hand began sliding across my bare belly, making circles and stroking into my navel while Pops intently watched. For a minute or so, Uncle Joe just stroked my tummy, his circles getting wider and wider, his hand coming closer and closer to sliding under my cutoff top.
'Gawd,' I thought, 'is he going to feel me up right in front of Pops?'
He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear, which always makes me feel funny, like I'm getting short of breath. Then he whispered, "You don't mind if Pops watches, do you?" I didn't get a chance to answer before his hand swept up under my top to maul my boobs.
"Oh, god damn," the old fart murmured.
I should have been outraged, or at least indignant to be put on display like that, but I wasn't, or at least my pussy wasn't outraged, it was liking it and took over thinking for me. That's the only way to describe it.
In moments Uncle Joe had my top up around my neck, my titties and nipples on full display to my step-grandfather's lustful gaze.
"Strip her naked, boy," I heard him say and Uncle Joe began doing just that, pulling my top off over my head. Topless, I was now on full display to Pops. I had mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, I knew that this was so very wrong, on the other hand it was thrilling to be exposed and exhibited. I also know that I could have said something, you know like, "Don't do that," but I didn't. Besides if I had, Uncle Joe would have probably just ignored me, so why bother? That last, I thought of after going home Sunday, justifying what was about to happen.
Uncle Joe zeroed in on my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, gently pinching and tugging on it and sending jolts of electricity straight to my juicing pussy. If that wasn't doing enough to arouse me, he laid me over to the side and sucked up the other nipple. And all the while Pops watched while I began squeezing my pussy through the thick material of my denim shorts and... I came. The rapture filled me from my toes to the very ends of the hair on my head.
Next thing I know and I had been deposited on the floor in the living room and Uncle Joe was taking his pants off.
"Come on, cunt," he said once he sat on the sofa. "Let's show Pops how much you like to suck my cock."
I rose onto my knees and crawled between Uncle Joe's spread knees. The main object of my nightly masturbation fantasy was before me, standing tall, hard, thick and seeping his tasty juices. And Pops was there too, sitting next to Uncle Joe, thrilling me to know that he was watching my every move. Gawd, I was such a bad girl! A bad, bad Bunny! So bad that it made me giggle.
I gripped the steely organ offered to me and lowered my mouth over the erect fleshy penis.
"Oh, sweet mercy!" I heard Pops mutter as I began openly orally servicing my uncle's very familiar cock.
"Suck that dick, you little whore," I heard as I sucked and slobbered all over the cock. "Yeah, lick his goddamned balls!" and "I ain't waiting until tomorrow, Joe."
I was pushed off Uncle Joe's cock. I looked up to see if I'd done something wrong. Uncle Joe looked down at me and said, "Now give Pops a blowjob, cunt."
I glanced to my left where I knew Pops was and he was naked, totally naked, trying to jack some life into his ancient prong. I don't know why I didn't just say no and then run upstairs and hide; but it never crossed my mind, fixated as I was on having another cock to play with, even if it was Pops' cock. Scooting over and between Pops gnarly legs, I took over for him, gripping the semi-erect organ and stroking it for a moment. It didn't get any bigger or harder, which probably was a good thing as it was obvious that at one time it was an impressive thing. Giggling I thought to myself, 'No wonder Grandma married him!' But that was then and this was now, so I rocked forward and kissed the head as it just barely poked out of the flap of foreskin.
I peeled back the foreskin and kissed his cock head again. He was a bit gamely, that's for sure, but that didn't stop me from licking all over it before taking it into my mouth. The softer texture of it reminded me of cleaning up Uncle Joe's no-so-hard cock after he'd fucked me, only it tasted different. Not bad different, just different.
"Oh, sweet mercy, child," the old coot moaned as I began sucking on him. "Oh, you sweet, sweet whore of an angel." When he said that I knew I'd have to remember to ask Uncle Joe what a whore was. I know that sounds stupid, but I was only eleven and a half years old and Uncle Joe had been so good about expanding my vocabulary whenever I asked.
Try as I might, Pops never got any harder, which was okay by me. It was kind of nice to be able to play with it in my mouth, bending it this way and that with ease.
It kind of annoyed me when Uncle Joe made me quit. But seeing that he just wanted me to suck him for a while, I got over it quick enough.
After several minutes of sliding the hard fleshy rod back and forth in my mouth, Uncle Joe yanked me off and pushed me onto my back on the floor. Quick as a cat pouncing on a mouse he was straddling me, yanking his cock furiously. He came. Came in buckets, shooting his nut juice all over my face and my tits, making quite a mess of me while Pops cheered him on.
Uncle Joe moved away from me and sauntered off to the kitchen. "Ready for a refill, old man?" he called out.
"Sure thing, Joe," Pops said rising and leaving me cum coated on the floor.
Abandoned, I felt, well, abandoned. I too stood up with the intention of going into the downstairs bathroom and cleaning up. But that's not what Uncle Joe had in mind.
"Get your ass over here, cunt," he told me. Why was he being so mean? "And come sit in Pops' lap."
So I came to the table and sat in the old goat's lap with Uncle Joe's cum positively dripping off of me. Pops didn't seem to mind, as he began feeling me up and in doing so, smearing the cloying clots of cum all over my tits and tummy. You'd think that would be enough to deter him from sucking on my nipples but it didn't. Gawd, that old fart sure knew how to use his tongue to good effect, that and the fact that he was squeezing my pussy through my shorts drove me crazy.
When I came down from my orgasm, I heard Pops commenting on how I'd wet my pants. Sure enough I was soaked, but I hadn't pissed on myself. I was still in his lap and he was unbuttoning and unzipping me.
"Take 'em off, girl," he growled.
I didn't want him to get mad or anything, so I shimmied out of the too tight cutoff jeans. I still had a thong on and Pops wanted me to model it for them. So he helped me up onto the table where I modeled the thong Uncle Joe had bought for me.
"Damn, she has a nice ass," the old man commented. "Damned fine ass for a little girl."
"I'm not so little," I huffed.
"No, don't suppose you are, darling," he said with grin. "Now lose it."
"Lose what?" I asked looking down at him leering up at me on his table.
"The underwear or what there is of it. Take it off. I want to see some bare pussy."
With both men seated and sipping their highballs, I peeled out of the thong. Stepping out of it, I playfully tossed it to Pops, who caught it and brought it up to his nose.
"Nice pussy," he said lowering the thong. "But show me more."
"More?"
"Yes. Spread your legs some and open yourself up." Gawd, this was just so dirty and I hesitated.
"Do it, cunt," my hunky uncle told me, so I did it. "Now open yourself up," he added and with my fingers I peeled apart my labia and showed off my most secret place.
"You play with yourself at night in bed, don't you?" my uncle asked. Gawd, how did he know that?
"Well, you do, don't you?"
I nodded that I did.
"Then show us," he said.
So there I was, standing on a table nude, my legs parted and holding my pussy open so Pops could see me and Uncle Joe is telling me to do myself.
"Do it, cunt," he growled.
Well, everything Uncle Joe had ever taught me had been fun, so I did it. Letting my lips close, I inserted two fingers and began rubbing myself. Both Uncle Joe and Pops were grinning ear to ear. Whatever embarrassment I had quickly evaporated as I lost myself in the moment. With them watching me, I came quickly and jerking about on my fingers and putting on quite the salacious show.
Out of breath and with weak knees, I stopped abusing myself.
"Damn, would you look at that," Pops said. "She has pussy juice running down her fuckin' legs." If Uncle Joe commented, I didn't hear him.
Opening my eyes, I saw Pops standing, eye level to you know what. He put his hands on my bare butt and pulled me closer to the edge of the kitchen table. Once at the very edge, he leaned in and licked up my thigh. He licked both thighs, scouring my arousal fluids from my skin and bean licking at my slit. Soon his tongue was parting my labia, scouring the juices from my sex. When he began running his tongue in circles about my love button, I lost it and another rapture filled me. My knees buckled and he lay me down on the table, his mouth never leaving my hot cunt as he wallowed his face in my juicing pussy. The raptures flowed over me, one after the other, rendering me quite senseless.
Eventually the exquisite tongue laving ended. When I came to, I saw that my legs were draped over Uncle Joe's shoulders as he stood ready to penetrate me.
"She's awake, Joe," commented, "so go ahead and fuck her. Fuck the little whore!"
I felt his cock parting my labia and then sliding effortlessly into me, and as he did, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He only stroked into me a half dozen times, if that, before the orgasms began rolling over me again. This was, I realized, even better than the second time I slept over at Mary Lou's and both Pete and Kenny did me over and over.
Uncle Joe pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. Quickly he filled me with his cock once again and fucked me while Pops stood close by watching as I was ravished.
He pulled out after a few minutes and pulled me off the table. Pops was now seated and my face was pushed down in Pops lap. "Suck his dick, Bunny," my uncle ordered, but somehow I had already taken the old guy into my mouth. Lifting me by my thighs, he spread them apart and speared me once again while I gripped Pops thighs for balance.
I was nearly delirious when I felt his spermy fluids shooting up inside me. His frantic thrusting slowed until his softening cock fell out of me.
"Ready, Pops?" I heard him ask. I was then lifted and sat down straddling Pops' lap, his semi-erect cock falling over and failing to penetrate.
"Put it in, Bunny," my uncle urged. "Put his cock inside you."
Reaching down I held the ancient cock just under the fat spongy head, brought it to a more or less upright position and stuffed the head into my cunt hole. The rest just slithered inside me, the way made easy by Uncle Joe's cum and cunt stretching.
"God almighty," the old man hissed through his teeth.
"Now just grind up against him," my uncle told me.
"No, no, no, not up and down, just grind, push back and forth with your hips. That a girl! You're fucking him!"
Pops didn't last that very long and I soon felt the additional warm wetness of his semen flood my vagina. Gawd, he must not have had any for a long time, for he came and came and came. Suddenly he grew too soft for me to grind on him and he slipped out.
I was pretty with it at that time and got off his lap. Poor Pops! His eyes were closed tightly, his head thrown back and his mouth wide open. Gee, did he die or something? Then he moaned and his mouth began moving. To my relief, he wasn't dead after all!
Once Pops was moving pretty good again. Uncle Joe directed me to the upstairs bathroom to wash off all the man goo on my body and running down my legs. He also told me to make it quick.
I showered off and once dry, came back down with the towel wrapped around me. Uncle Joe and Pops were having a another highball. My uncle looked up and said, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Bunny?" Gee, what did I do? "Pops and me don't want to see you all covered up! So lose the towel, cunt!" I dropped the towel.
"What do you think, Pops?" Uncle asked. "Naked or covered up?"
"Naked!"
"Then naked it is.
"Hear that, cunt? Pops want you naked. I want you naked, so you stay naked until we go home Sunday."
"Why do keep calling me cunt?" I asked.
"Because you are a cunt. Now come on over here and sit in my lap."
I sat and while he and Pops drank highballs while yakking on and on about baseball, he idly felt me up while Pops watched every move his hand made on my body. It was really nice sitting there with Pops gawking at me while Uncle Joe felt me up. I don't know how long we sat there like that, but Uncle Joe asked him if he wanted another fuck and when Pops' declined, we said our goodnights and headed upstairs where Joe did what Joe and I liked best.
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