Lynn had just returned from showing three houses to prospective buyers and felt she had earned an early lunch. Maybe even the afternoon off. She put the keys and house folders on Gloria's desk and looked around the office. The clock said eleven-thirty and yet the place seemed deserted. She started towards her uncle's door but a strange feeling made her hesitate. She knew he liked privacy when he was dictating a letter. He'd made that clear to her one day when she'd casually knocked. Yes, that was probably it. Gloria was in taking dictation. She tapped her fingers on the desk, fingered a few papers and finally went to the small restroom that opened off of one corner of the front office. Uncle Chad like to add personal touches to things and he hadn't spared effort when he'd designed the restroom. It was carpeted with a marble basin and antique mirror. Instead of a metal stall for the commode, he'd had a carved wooden one put in. It reached all the way to the floor, providing more privacy. Lynn closed the stall door and sat on the toilet. She had just finished peeing and was about to flush when she heard someone else enter the restroom.
"Ohhh, God, you beautiful man!" Gloria sighed. Lynn held her breath. She knew that her uncle's secretary was out there. A faucet was turned on and then she heard the unmistakable sound of sheer panties being stripped down smooth legs. She buttoned her slacks and stood on tiptoes to peer over the top edge of the stall.
Gloria was dabbing a linen hanky at the tap and applying the cool water to her naked pussy. Lynn bit her bottom lip when she saw what a state the pretty brown-haired girl was in. Her cunt hair was plastered back from her crack, the inner lips swollen so huge that they hung down out of her crack. Her dripping clit was inflamed and swollen too. She touched the cool hanky to herself and gasped.
"Ohhh… damn… why do you have such a lovely big cock, Chad?" Gloria was whispering the words, her breath short and sharp. And now Lynn guessed the obvious. Gloria had just been thoroughly fucked by her own boss! Lynn's cunt began to drip juice on to her panty crotch.
Lynn stifled a moan of lust. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to bad. But she waited until Gloria had left the small restroom before she pulled down her panties and gently petted her mound. The red curls were already a little damp. She thought of putting her finger in her hole but after using the gear lever of Chad's car, a finger didn't seem too exciting. Anyway she couldn't go out into the office yet. She couldn't run into Gloria and let her know that she'd been overheard. Lynn waited until she heard her uncle and Gloria depart for lunch. Then she pushed open the door and went to her uncle's door. It was unlocked. She went in and closed it behind her.
She was about to open that drawer of his desk which held the unmentionable devices when she heard another car pull into the lot outside. She saw her cousin Ricky come up the walk and step into the front office. She felt at first like she should just let him leave again. But something made her go to her uncle's door and look out.
"Hey, beautiful," Rick said, grinning. "How you been?"
"Fine." She blushed. She was phased to see him again but uncertain as to how she should act. Rick cane over to her. His muscles moved under a thin T-shirt.
"You haven't seen my sister around have you?" She shook her head. "I was supposed to meet her at the house but she took off." He shrugged. "No big thing. So how's the new job treating you?"
"Its fine. Uncle Chad is really nice to work for." She stopped, feeling Rick's eyes on her. Now that the small talk was over she was feeling uncomfortable. She'd never resolved the confused state of her emotions concerning Rick. It had been a glorious, ecstatic experience with him that night on Baker's Point. But now his eyes seemed threatening.
"God, you smell good," he said. Lynn blushed more, remembering how seepy her pussy had become while Gloria had doctored her cunt in the small restroom. And at that very moment she saw the dark spot on the rug behind the chair. Her heart seemed to jump in her chest. It was the same spot her uncle had fucked the beautiful secretary until her juices had flooded out. She felt like she had to sit down, had to catch her breath.
"You look a little shook up," Rick said, moving close. She was holding onto the arms of her uncle's swivel chair, trying to keep from letting all this get to her. Rick knelt before her and put a hand on her knee.
"Rick, don't touch me."
"Why not? You sure liked it the other night."
"I shouldn't have."
"But you did." Rick moved his fingers, let them spread so he could squeeze the plumpness of her thigh. Through the material of her slacks she could feel the urgent hunger of his lust. She could feel hers, too. It scared the hell out of her.
"This is where I work," she said, keeping her voice even. She tried to pretend she was going to get up, fix her hair. Anything. Rick didn't give her the opportunity. He pushed three fingers against the crotch of her slacks. The material fit around her mound, outlining it. She was so wet! She knew that if he kept pressing there that the juice would show through after a while. She grabbed his wrist.
"For God's sake, Rick! This is nay uncle's office. It's the middle of the day."
"What difference does that make?" he laughed, licking his lips. "When I get hungry, I get hungry."
"There's time for that later," he said, grabbing her, turning her to face him. He kissed her hard on the lips. At first it felt all wrong. But as his hands moved over her ass, Lynn felt her muscles soften. She closed her eyes and whimpered as Rick pushed his tongue between her teeth.
"Rick… ohhhh. Rick! We can't… do this! Not here!"
"What are we doing?" he whispered. "Just kissing."
"But… uhhh. Your hand! Don't touch me there!"
Rick pushed her up against the refrigerator. She had no idea what he was doing. But then he was undoing her slacks. She caught at his hauls but her clothing puddled at her ankles. Something inside her said she had to stop it now. In a moment or two it would be too late. He started to ease her towards a downstairs bedroom. Lynn shook her red hair in protest.
"Nhhoooo… we just can't!"
"Well, the kitchen's fine with me if that's how you want it."
"No! Rick, don't!"
Rick shoved her back until she felt the edge of the table against her thighs. Then he pushed more and curled his fingers under her mound. Lynn found herself being shoved across the tablecloth, both legs kicking. Rick ducked her feet and plunged his mouth down against her mound. She closed her legs but it was too late. His tongue was hot against the sheer nylon of her panty crotch. The more she squirmed, the more hungrily he ate at her.
"Whhhuuhhh! Ohhhh, nooo! Rick!"
"God, you're wet! You want it as bad as I want to give it to you!" He had her wrists and was shoving her back. The table thumped under her wild struggling. A salt shaker clattered to the floor as Rick kicked over a chair. Lynn was frantic. She couldn't use her fists. They were pinned at her sides. She could only throw her red hair around wildly as she tried to squirm back away from her cousin's mouth. But now he was getting his tongue under the lacy edge of her crotch piece.
"Ghhhuuhh! Rickeeee!"
"Yeah, baby, you're so fine!" He pushed his tongue into her hole. It squirmed around inside her, sucking and teasing until she let her legs kick straight up with spasms of utter delight. Her panties were stretched so far now that she knew her slit was entirely exposed to Rick's hungry mouth.
"Uuhhhhhhh. Ohhh, yessss! Rick. Ohhhhh, God!"
The table felt so hard under her. But she liked it. Liked knowing that she was being eaten out right there in the family kitchen. In a normal state of mind Lynn would have been frightened. But now she could only think of that rubbing hot tongue. She curled her fingernails into the nape of her cousin's neck and pulled him harder against her.
"Whhooo! Ohhhhh!"
Rick was reaching behind him to get something. Lynn tried to focus on what was happening but couldn't. Then she felt something different touching her. It was soft but firm. It was rounded at the tip and yet pointed, too.
"Ricky! What are you doing?" she gasped, knowing he couldn't possibly be putting his cock in her because he was still on his knees. Then she knew what it was – a banana. It was going deep. Soo deep! She gasped, tried to grab at the end of it but not only got her fingers down in time to feel her cousin push it on in past the clasp of her muscles.
"Now I'm gonna eat it when it slides out," he said, voice strange.
"You're crazy, Ricky."
"Just push it out into my mouth, baby. Come on! You can do it."
"This is awful. Ohhhh, God." As the excitement of having her hole filled continued to work on her, Lynn was aware that her inner muscles were contracting around the banana. And since there was nothing holding it in her, the shape began to slide out of her hole again. She could hear her cousin eating it bite by bite. When she looked down to see it happening, her heart began to pound all the harder. There was something very sexy about a man eating fruit from her pussyhole!
"You… you… ohhhhh, Rick!"
She was weak as a kitten as he rolled her over on her belly on the table. Her thighs dangled down at right angles to her body. Rick's belt buckle smacked the floor and she could feel his fingers gliding up and down her cleft, spreading her natural lubrication around thoroughly. She wanted to rim, wanted to escape again. But then, too, she knew that her pussy was hungry now. Hungry for the banana. Or his cock.
"You want it don't you?" Rick growled.
"Yeahhhhhh!"
"Like this. I'll make you beg!" His cocktip touched her bulging labia, swept up across her clit. Hanging off the table, her ass began to lurch and thrust at the phantom touch. Then Rick gave her the heed. He gave her enough to slip pest the first ring of muscles. With that glans throbbing inside her, she let out grateful cries of relief.
"More. Give me more!"
"Ohhhh, yeah. You damn right I will."
As she felt her cunt being penetrated, Lynn let her imagination run free. She could envision Gloria getting fucked by Chad. She could see the pretty secretary in a variety of poses, her face twitted in the agony of ecstatic release. Then Lynn herself became Gloria and was receiving her uncle's cock. It was huge, splitting her as it entered. She twisted and flopped on the kitchen table as Rick really did spear her. Each fucking thrust made her tongue come out of her mouth. She pushed her face down against the tablecloth and whimpered with the hurried clutch of excitement that her cousin's stiff, hot cock was giving her.
"You're mine," he laughed, getting rougher. He pulled her wrists behind her back and pinned them together as he pulled out and pushed in with excruciating slowness. She threw her bottom up and down frantically, gasping for the rest of it. But he only gave her a little and pulled it back again. It was like getting fucked with an inch-long cock that was an inch across the head. She knew there was more and yet couldn't have it.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!"
"Say that you're mine. Say that you'll do anything I want you to do."
"I will. I'll do anything… just give me your cock!" Lynn was sure that Rick would gin it to her now. But instead of letting her feel his tip against her womb, he pulled all the way out and grabbed her red hair roughly.
"On your knees now, Lynn. You're gonna live up to your words."
As if drunk, Lynn fell to her knees on the linoleum. Her pussy flooded juice down the insides of both thighs. She could feel the membranes pulsing like a heart. There before her was her cousin's glistening prick, dripping with her own hot butter. He pulled her forward, pulled her between his knees. Only then did her heart sink. She knew what he wanted.
"Rick… I don't want to. Ohhhhh!" He had her pressed down, her lips caressing the smoldering glans. Her own slick juice smeared across one cheek as she turned her head to one side. But Rick held her down, made that bulging cocktip press her lips apart, then her teeth. It went to the roof of her mouth with a slurpy sound and in fright she pulled her tongue back and forth along the underside. Rick groaned and kept a tight hold on her hair.
"Suck me you beautiful bitch," Rick gasped. "I love your red hair. I love your pussy." Lynn wanted him to say he loved her, but instead he just touched the place at the corner of her mouth whore his shaft was stretching the flesh out.
She began to wiggle her ass in hungry circles as he wedged the meat up her hole. When it was to the end of her clasping passageway, he began to push it back and forth. More juice surged out as her body responded.
"Ohhh! You're awful! The way you treat me, Rick!"
"You don't care what I use on you," he laughed, "as long as it's good and big!"
"Rick. Don't say that. Ohhhh… uhhhhh!" She bucked her ass around wildly. Her back was humped up like a maddened alley cat. She poised her head between her outstretched arms as her cousin continued to fuck her with the sausage. Her clit felt like a chunk of raw, red meat! It felt itchy and good. She knew that if he kept up what he was doing that she'd come.
"Mmmmm… yessss. Don't stop."
"I think I want to watch you finish," he said, letting the sausage go. It almost slipped out of her pussy but Lynn rolled onto her back and caught the thick, cunt-smeared shape and pushed it deep again. She was squirming like a crazy animal on the hard floor, knees pulled up against her breasts as she stabbed the sausage into her body again and again and again.
"Ohhh. Goddamn… you!"
"This is really good," Rick smiled, leaning close to watch her convulsions. She would have bit him if she'd been able. Instead, Lynn held onto the end of the sausage and kept sliding it in and out. Sliding, fucking herself with the meat until her body gave a shuddering jerk and she came with a scream.
Rick kissed her on the mouth as her muscles tightened around the sausage. She kept backing herself with one hand while circling her other arm around her cousin's neck to hold his mouth against hers.
"Oh, Rick, I don't know. You make me crazy inside. I feel so weak-willed when I'm around you. And I haven't been to confession in months."
"You'd better not go either," he laughed. "You'd give the priest a heart attack."
Lynn twisted free of his embrace as his laughter filled the kitchen.
"That isn't funny, Rick," she said, trying to be serious. But little by little his amusement got to her. And then she was laughing, too. She was laughing, holding on to him. She was naked from the waist down and didn't even care that they were standing in her mother's kitchen. She almost felt like taking him up to her bed room and doing it up right again. But she didn't go that far.
"You'd better get out of here," she warned. "What about this coming weekend?"
"Let me think about it for God's sake."
"You know how you like my cock," he breathed.
"I sure didn't got any this time," she shot back.
"I thought I'd better let you taste it so you'd want to go out with me again."
"…to get some of the real thing in my cunt," she finished, blushing. "Isn't that right?"
"Sure."
"Maybe I liked the sausage better," she smiled, getting her panties and pulling them up her long legs.
"No you don't," Rick smiled, touching his cock. It wasn't so flaccid now as he stroked the smooth shaft, the head broadened and began to swell and darken. For a crazy instant Lynn wanted to put her lips around the hot, spongy thing. She shook her head and blinked rapidly. "See?" Rick chuckled, "you can hardly wait, can you?" Lynn didn't answer, but her cousin was right. She could hardly wait.