As a child, Lynn had never been bothered by the confessional. But the mere sight of the booth with its dark curtain made chills run up her spine. She knew that her sin had become too grievous to admit to. How could she ever tell Father O'Hara that she had been on intimate terms with a boy. Outside of marriage, fornication was what the church called it. The word had such a heavy, wicked sound to it. And yet to mouth it made Lynn want more. Of course it would be bad enough to confess even that much. But she knew she could never tell the priest that the boy she'd fucked was her very own cousin.
"Why tell anything at all?" she said to herself. She was standing before, her dresser combing her hair. She was wearing a dainty golden anklet with her initials engraved in fancy script on one side and a tiny heart on the other. It was all she had on. But she had become aroused thinking wicked thoughts and it occurred to her that it might help to put on some clothing. As she pulled her panties up she felt the dampness of her red cunt curls as they were pressed up by the nylon crotchband. She had to get dressed anyway to be to work on time. Her Uncle Chad had offered her a put summer job working at his real estate office. Well, she wouldn't actually be in the office all day. Which mad, it that much better. Chad wanted her to show clients the property they might be interested in. She would have a clipboard with and the facts and the keys to dozens of houses. It would be easy and fun and Chad was giving her really good money. It was so much better than working in the five and ten. He'd even given her the use of his sharp, red sports car.
Lynn put on a pair of tight slacks and a fancy cowboy shirt. She applied just the right amount of lipstick and eyeshadow and after a few more glances at her reflection, she felt ready to face the professional world.
"I think I'll just forget about what happened the other night," she said aloud, hoping the sound of her own voice would give her courage. She could lie to her folks, tell them that she would go to confession and then not go. She'd done that before.
On the drive to her uncle's office her thoughts kept drifting back to that night up on Baker's Point. She didn't want to dwell on it, but something drew her reverie to those frantic, ecstatic moments. She hadn't even had a date with Ricky. Her parents wouldn't have heard of such a thing. Ricky had always had affection for her but they'd only kissed as cousins often did. As the years passed though, Rick never lost his obvious desire for her.
Ricky had parked in a spot where no one would notice them so easily. But Lynn had been nervous anyway. She didn't want any of her school chums who might happen… along on dates to know that she was up there with he first cumin. Ricky suggested a shut walk and they wait up the to the Point. But even there she felt exposed. How would anyone ever understand that she and Ricky were friends. They were kin. They'd known each other a long tine. Long enough to hold hands without letting their feelings get away from them. So Lynn had thought.
But then Ricky had pulled her into the bushes and the magic of the night had swirled around them. His hands had felt heavenly. Sliding up her legs. Up until she was crying. He kissed her tears away and comforted her. But his hands never stopped for a moment. As she sobbed helplessly against his chest she felt him gingerly open the lips of her pussy. He'd pulled her panty crotch to one side to expose her lips. Her struggles were weak and confused.
Lynn had done it once before. In the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie. It had been a mistake. A messy, embarrassing mistake with a boy she hardly knew and didn't really like. She'd been sixteen then and eager to know what love was about. But her date had not been able to disguise his brutal lust with gentleness. He took her like a frightened animal, ramming against her unsullied virginity until she'd cried out with relief as her cherry tore. Since that time Lynn had been sinless. Nothing had entered her cunt but the monthly tampon and occasionally her own finger.
Then Ricky had found the special, velvety spot and his own finger had entered her. Her tears had dried suddenly as she'd premed her lift against him, moaning wit a new emotion. Ricky had bathed her with kisses as her blouse had come undone button by button. And then the most wonderful thing had happened to her tits. Ricky had sucked them. Sucked them slowly, one at a time. Sucked them until new floods of juice had dripped from her slit, bathing his knuckles. As he'd sucked her nipples his finger had never stopped moving inside her. He teased her clit, nabbed the entire length of her crevice until Lynn knew that she'd passed the point of no return. She'd never been turned on like that in her life. Her private finger-fucking pines couldn't approach such thrilling joy. There was no guilt, no fear now. Nothing but the desire for Ricky. She let her cousin undress her all the way. She begged for his cock and Ricky gave it to her. Inch by teasing inch. And then they fucked.
Lynn parked the powerful sports car in the space marked for her and got out. She was a little lightheaded from remembering her night on the hill with Rick. It was pleasurable to remember, but there was another feeling too. One that hadn't bothered her while she'd coupled with her cousin in the pass.
"I can't ever, ever do that again," she breathed to herself. "I can't even let myself be alone with Ricky again." She put on her sunglasses and walked to the front door of the Real Estate Office. Her last thought before going inside was the utter embarrassment she would feel if Ricky's sister Jeany ever found out. Jeany was her cousin, too, and they'd always been friends. Lynn shuddered, drew a breath and went in the office. Chad's secretary gave her a not too friendly look.
"Your uncle said for you to go on in his office. He'll be here in a little bit." The dark-haired girl turned back to her typing. She was in her twenties, svelte and pretty. Lynn had the definite impression that her uncle's secretary wanted to handle the responsibility of showing clients around. But Chad had explained to Lynn that there was too much work for Gloria. Gloria gave her another sharp stare as she opened her uncle's door.
"Please don't mess with those papers on his desk, I just took them in there and I don't want them out of order." Lynn nodded and shut the door behind her.
She circled the room, glanced out the windows, tried the three chain placed for clients. Then she sat in the padded swivel chair behind her uncle's desk. Lynn was naturally curious. She'd always loved prying into drawers and cabinets as a girl. And, after all, her uncle wouldn't mind it, she sort of got the feel of things, would he?
She found the usual paper clips, pencils, pens and paper in the middle drawer. But when she opened one on the side her eyes went wide. There was a box there with cellophane around it. A box which contained twenty-four rubbers. It was unopened. But beside it was another identical box. It was only half full. A thrill shivered through Lynn's chest. Who was Uncle Chad using those things on? She knew that Chad's wife was on the pill. And, anyway, why would he keep rubbers in the office when he used them at home. No, her uncle was using them… here!
"Oh, God," Lynn sighed, fingering one slim, foil packet. Not understanding why she was doing it, she dropped it into her purse. There were so many of them. Surely her uncle wouldn't miss just one. And it excited her to know that something so exclusively sexual was jammed deep in her pocketbook.
Lynn was about to shut the drawer when she aw something under a couple of manila folders. She glanced out the window to see if her uncle had pulled up yet and when she saw that he hadn't, pulled the folders out. There in the back of the deep drawer was a snail bottle of something that looked like oil. Lynn picked it up, found that it had a subtle, somewhat musky perfume to it. It was love oil! She was sure of it. She put the bottle back and picked up the white, grooved handle of what seemed at first glance to be a flashlight. But it was too skinny for that and when she realized what she held she almost dropped it. It was a twelve-inch vibrator. A twist of the base made the thing come alive in her palm. It buzzed with a steady vibration. The smooth, rounded tip was a blur.
She shoved it into the drawer and picked up the last item. A thick leather thong with loops at both ends so that they could be drawn tightly together. Lynn had no idea what her uncle used that for but the possibilities screamed in her mind. She was trembling again. She returned the things and quickly shut the drawer and stood up. There was a dampness at the crotch of her panties that just wouldn't go away. And just then her uncle's station wagon swooped up into the parking lot outside and saw him getting out. She tried to pull her emotions together by the time he breezed into the office. And she was relieved that he seemed preoccupied with something. Something that was bothering him. Lynn was happy to get her first chance to meet some people at a showing at the edge of town where the new development was going in. Just before she left her uncle's office he hugged her waist and told her how pretty she looked. Lynn blushed all the way out to the car.
As soon as Gloria saw Chad's niece pull any she picked up the report she'd been preparing and headed for her boss' door. She was irritated by the presence of another woman, even if Chad was the girl's uncle. At least Lynn would be out of the office most of the time. But still she didn't like anyone around who might compete for Chad's attention. Gloria had plans for Chad. She tapped lightly and opened his door. Chad was bent over a page of figures. He looked drawn and a bit worried. She tossed the report down beside him and went around behind his chair. Her long fingers worked the muscles of his neck expertly and he groaned and leaned back to let her loosen him up.
"What in hell would I do without you, Gloria?"
"You'd get a stiff neck," she laughed, making her fingertips go deeper in the corded tension of his muscles.
"Yeah, you get rid of my stiff neck," he laughed. "but you get me even stiffer somewhere else."
"Naughty man," she hissed, giving him a playful punch before going back to her massage.
"My damned wife doesn't do either for me."
Glade could think of a lot of nasty things to say about Chad's wife Betty but she held her tongue. She knew when to speak and when not to. She dug her nails through Chad's grey-flecked hair then bent to touch her lips to the nape of his neck. He was a good-looking, muscular man. Very well preserved for someone over forty. He was in every bit as good a shape as his younger brother who was a patrolman in town. Gloria could swear to that. One afternoon Chad had proved it to her three times on the thick maroon carpet that covered the office floor.
"I finished that report you wanted."
"You're fantastic. You're a girl Friday, a great secretary and…" He turned and slipped arm around her waist. "A lover."
"Is that better or worse than a wife?"
"Better," he said, nuzzling one of her full, soft tits. She let him find the nipple with his nose. Gloria never wore bras for that very reason. Chad hated bras. His wife wore them.
"I wouldn't mind the other part either," she said, tickling into his ears with her fingernails. "I wouldn't mind being your wife."
Phil dipped his hand down her back, down over the graceful curve of her ass. Gloria knew she had a fine ass. She wore the slinky kind of dresses that so showed it off to best advantage, too. Chad met her eyes.
"How old are you, Gloria?" ho asked.
"Twenty-two." She smiled knowing how good that must sound to him.
"I'm almost old enough to be…"
"…my daddy," she said, licking her lip in a sexy way. "But you're not. And I sure am glad Chad." Her eyes slitted dreamily. "God am I glad." She pulled his face close and they kissed. As she felt her boss' tongue between her teeth she let her fingers stray down his belly, down to his fly. It made a soft sound as she ran it down. Chad groaned against her lips, she found his cock and straightened it. The blood was pumping into it fast. It thickened across the head, she gingerly petted the taut fold of his foreskin.
Though he always tried to remain cool, in control of things. Gloria knew that soon he would be growling and sounding like a hungry wildcat. She'd had experience with most men to know what pleased the male animal. And she'd planned her attack on Chad months ago. It had gone like homework.
Gloria had even gotten into the little game her boss liked to play. He had a fetish about panties. There was a file drawer in his office which wasn't used for files. Chad had the only key. She guessed that at lest a dozen of her panties were in there. Unwashed and stiff with dried cum. Chad had even set aside a weekly bonus for her to go out and buy new outfit. And Chad liked a little bondage too. He liked to tie her wrists and sometimes her ankles. He liked to lick her while she was helplessly bound, lick her until she gasped for mercy. Then he'd fuck her with one savage lunge and after about three in-and-out jabs she'd be coming. Jerking against the leather straps. "Suck my cock," he whispered, kissing her earlobe. She pulled up her skirt for him and knelt there on the rug with her thighs apart as Chad stretched her panty crotch to one side and gently urged the smooth tip into her hole. Her head flopped to one side as the thing slid deeper. With only about four inches of it sticking out of her pussy he reached her womb.
"Ohhh! Stop! Uhhhh… Chad!" She let him kiss her mouth. Then he turned the thing on and a wondrous buzzing tickle seemed to radiate from deep inside her. Gently he stretched her panties down so that the crotchband would hold the vibrator deep inside her cunt.
"You beautiful bitch," he whispered, petting her long brown hair. She wet her lips and grabbed his throbbing cockshaft with both hands.
"Ohhhh let me eat you. Let me eat you before I come with this damned thing inside me!"
She surrounded his foreskin-covered tip and began to suck noisily. As she worked her tongue under the protective flesh she eased it back with her fingers. The super-sensitive glans was exposed to her ravenous tongue little by little. Chad grabbed the anus of the chair hard. Her spit ran down along the underside of his shaft, made dew drops in his cock hair. She only had the head in her mouth though Chad was pushing his hips up from the seat like he wanted to fuck her throat.
"Mmmmmm!" she cooed, rolling her eyes at him. He smiled down with adoration, his fingers trembling as he traced the curve of her cheek all pushed out with cock. She let him slide deeper so that his glans skidded across the roof of her mouth. Then she forced the throbbing knob over to one side so that it made her look like a squirrel with a nut. The satiny lining of her mouth swathed him with spit. She could taste the musky cocktip now as her nostrils flared with excitement.
"Goddamn! Gloria, you're lovely. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Just don't forget it," she thought, flicking her tongue along the underside of his cock. She found the little lobes at the tip and began to work on them with furious sucking movements of tongue and bottom lip.
"Ghhhaaaa!" Her pussy spasmed around the vibrator. She was coming. Coming fast!
"Yeah, Gloria. Yeah."
But she had to ease back, let that bulging cock rest once again on her tongue. It was pulsing like a bomb. The glans was so large by now that the foreskin made a tight collar behind the flared ridge. Gloria let her tongue dance across the angry flesh, knowing that Chad was getting close. His breathing was labored and gaspy. His belly was pulled in under his ribs. Then her muscles jerked around the vibrator as she climaxed.
"Mmmmnnnuh," she moaned, excited to utter madness. Her long fingernails dug into his balls and rolled them over as she suckled with noisy attention, the spit dripping from her chin. Her tongue pulled hard against the sponginess of his cocktip as she felt the beginning spasms of his orgasm. Her own clit was still aching with joy as the juice gushed.
"Gloria. Jeeeeesus!" She pumped her hips, trying to catch a final ecstatic tickle.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, trying to tell him to do it. To shoot into her mouth. When he tried to grab her head again, she took his wrists and held them down on the chair arms. It was a little ritual between them and Chad went along with it. She liked to have complete control to tantalize him as she wanted. Her boss never complained afterwards. As the tube at the underside of his cock bulged with the first load of seed, she dug at it with her tonguetip, hurrying the boiling sap upwards. She met the fountain of cream with furious licks. The stuff popped at the corners of her mouth as Bill lunged his hips upwards, trying to ram deeper. But she kept her gentle bobbing motion, kept her curved tongue working at him, pulling the heavy jizz out of his balls in agonizing spurts. Bill almost cried with pleasure as he twisted in the chair. Her brown hair tumbled down over his thighs and belly as the sounds of her hot sucking filled the movements of tongue and bottom lip. She could bring a man off in seconds when she really wanted to.
When Lynn was finished showing the house to the customers, to had the most excruciating desire to be naughty. Though she'd managed to keep bad thoughts out of her mind nil morning, they were creeping back again now that she was alone. She locked the show home and started her uncle's car up with a roar. Her big tits felt heavy, eager to be touched. She undid the first few snaps of her shirt so that the smattering of freckles over the rounded white swells could be seen.
"I guts all redheads have the same problem," she said aloud, gunning the engine. She put the car in gear and moved away from the curb. She was finished early and it was only forty minutes till lunch thus. She didn't feel like going back to the office yet. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts. "Or maybe I shouldn't be. I'll just start thinking about Ricky again."
At the highway she turned left instead of right. As each mile added onto the odometer, she knew where the streamlined little car was taking her. She was driving to Baker's Point.
The dust was still settling when she got out and slammed the door. The parking lot didn't look so romantic in the hot jars of mid-day. She could see the litter of beer cans and hot dog wrappers. Lynn walked over to a row of bushes at the edge of the parking lot. She saw a girl's sock hanging among the branches and something else. She went to find a long stick to reach between the thorny branches. When she brought it back out there was a punctured rubber hanging from the tip. The cum had dried and she could see a darker smear around the rolled top. Some virgin's blood, no doubt.
"What the hell am I doing up here anyway?" he said, looking at the clouds. But instead of getting back in the car she walked up the path which led past the spot where her cousin Ricky had done lowly things to her.
The grass was just as they'd left it. She could almost see the shape of her body there where Ricky had pressed her down, had jabbed his hard cock into her hot cunt. Lynn touched her red hair and let out a gasp of unashamed passion. She slipped a hand under her shirt and found one strained cup of her bra. It took only a slight movement to let her tit free. Then she was massaging the nipple with steady squeezes as she remembered how it had been with Rick. After less than a minute she gave a little cry and fled back down the path. She ran to the red sports car and jumped in, her cowboy shirt open down the front, one tit bouncing heavily on her chest. And then the idea hit her.
If she'd thought such a thing at any other time she would have laughed. Or she'd be ashamed at having such lewd thoughts. But now she was dripping with juice. The crotch of her panties was plastered against the flaming curls of her pussy. She dug in her purse looking for the foil packet she'd swiped from her uncle's drawer. The rubber was hard to get out until her fumbling fingers managed to grasp the pre-lubricated skin. And then she was staring the short, stubby gear-shift knob. Panting. Hungry for release.
"Forgive me." She gazed upwards again… "Whoever watches these terrible things from heaven. Forgive me!" Lynn knew it was something she could never confess to a priest. She unrolled the rubber cover over the gear knob.
Somehow that made it seem more realistic. Then she wriggled out of her slacks and leaving her panties on, knelt above the hump that ran between the bucket seats. Her uncle's car was so well tuned that she only had to thumb the starter button an instant. The powerful little engine thrummed to life, idling.
"Ohhhhh, God. Ohhhhh, I'm burning up!" She caught a glimpse of her freckled cheeks in the rear view mirror as she lowered herself. Her mouth was slack, her eyes half-slitted. And as the smooth, rubber-sheathed knob touched the inside of her thigh, she gave a little whimper of lust.
With trembling fingers she stretched her panty crotch to one aide. The gear knob touched her cuntlips. They were already parted slightly from her position. She pumped her hips slowly, swathing the rubber with her juices. Then she dropped another inch and felt her cuntlips divide. Her glossy opening bloomed with anticipation. She pulled the dash throttle out a fraction of an inch and the engine thrummed tighter. The vibration through the transmission was devastating. Again Lynn saw her face in the mirror, saw the drool hanging at the corner of her mouth, saw her mused red hair dancing in the light breeze. She got a hand around her tit and massaged it deeply as she let her knees bend more. The vibrating knob pushed three inches into the velvety tube.
"Yaaahhhh," she groaned, working her hips gingerly. That thing was so unyielding. It wasn't really like a cock. And yet it was, too. Different. All she had. She kept rubbing her tit and grasped the base of the shift lever to keep her from slipping down too far and hurting herself. Her juices surged down the metal rod and over her knuckles. There was a sucky, slippery sound as she squirmed atop the lever.
"Uhhnnn! Ohhhmmm!" She fumbled at the dash, pulled the throttle out more. The engine sang now and a high r.p.m. tingle shot up through her loins. It felt like she was about to take off. Her clit was being ravished too, teased by the buzz of the transmission.
Lynn thought about Ricky going in and out of her pussy. She thought of his cock and how it had cummed in the moonlight. She thought of her uncle and of those things in his desk drawer. She pitched forward then back. Swirling images of her cousin Ricky and of her uncle swirled through her thoughts. And then she was coming.
"Whuuuhhh… ahhhhh… shit!" With on foot on each seat she fucked herself as far as she could onto the buzzing, tickling gear lever. The sound of her soft tissues clasping around the thing excited her all the more. A subtle tingle had turned to a stunning wave of utter pleasure. She worked her passion out with study movements of her, she grabbed the throttle and pumped it in and out to make the engine buck. And as the last breath stopping spasm surged through her the car died with a shudder and Lynn collapsed against the seat edge, her big tits jutting up towards the sun.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus! Ohhhh, God!" She licked the saliva from her lips and tried to focus on something – anything. At last she eased her pussy up off of the gear shift and gazed down at the glistening mess. The rubber clung tight to the plastic and metal thing. It took her a moment to peel it off. She flung the rubber into the bushes with the other she'd found there. If anyone ever found it, they would never know that it'd been used by a car. The thought made Lynn laugh. Her uncle's sexy little car had fucked her. But her amusement quickly turned to more intimate suggestion. Her Uncle Chad would use the little car again soon some day and then his hand would touch the very place her pussy had surrounded. Though she couldn't understand why that should excite her, it did. She pulled her panty crotch back over the ravished membranes of her pussy and struggled into her pants.
"I shouldn't have come up here at all," she said, frowning. "I wish I'd never grown up at all," she cried, angry at herself now. "I wish I was just a kid again. Like Jeany." She thought of her young cousin. Blonde, carefree, happy. She could almost see the sweet girl's tits and boyish hips. She went around like she didn't have a care in the world. But someday she too would feel the burning fires inside her. Lynn settled behind the wheel and gunned the engine to life once more.
"Poor Jeany," she breathed. "She'll probably be as mixed up I am when that happens."
Taking one last look at herself in the mirror and closing the buttons of her shirt, Lynn turned around and tore off down the dirt road to the highway.