Jeany knew after the first hour that she should have insisted Hank take her home. No sooner had they arrived at Baker's Point than he turned into some kind of animal. He forced himself on her until she had to flee from the car and run up the path to the highest part of the hill. Hank came behind her calling her name and apologizing and promising he wouldn't make her do anything she didn't want to. But she was too smart to go back with him. He'd had his cock out and everything! He'd been trying to push it right through her already-stretched cherry. She hid in the bushes until he'd passed by on his way back to the car. Then she clit through the woods downhill where the road curved toward the highway. There was a small stream running in the moonlight and she stopped and used her panties as a washrag to clean herself up. She had to strip in the long grass beside the water so she could see to get every red sneer of blood. She felt terribly sexy standing there in her sandals while her dress hung from the branches of a nearby tree.
"Some first date," she breathed, dabbing another dried patch of blood from her thigh. She dipped her panties in the stream, rung them out and finished cleaning up. The full moon made it easier. But she couldn't very well put her underwear back on. She wrung them as dry as she could and hung them on a branch of a bush. Tomorrow she'd get somebody to bring her up to the Point and make an excuse to walk off by herself. She really hated to lose them since they were her favorite pair.
Pantyless now, she shook out her red dress and dipped it on again. Luckily only a drop or two of blood had gotten on the silk and that would be easy to clean. She buttoned the front of it up and started downhill again.
The lights of a car scared her and she hid behind a bush near the road until they'd swept by. Another car was coming up the hill and she let it glide by too. Before it'd curved out of sight she saw that it was her Uncle Bill in his patrol car making his rounds. She waited until she saw her date drive by. Hank was going as slow as he could and though she couldn't ace him behind the wheel she was sure he was searching the sides of the road in the hope that he might ice her. She stayed down until his lights wound away to the highway farther below. When her uncle's patrol car came in view again, she stepped out of the bushes and waved her hand.
"Is that you Jeany?" Bill said, leaning out the window. The lights on his dash made a weird glow inside as she went around to get in.
"Don't ask me what I'm doing here please," she said, looking straight ahead.
"Oh, I can guess that." Bill put the car in gear and moved slowly on down the road. "I've given rides before… to girls many a time."
The thought ran through her head that he'd given her more than just a ride. But then she'd only heard rumors. She still felt embarrassed about the way she'd acted the last time she'd been with her uncle. And the vivid memory of how his cock had felt in her hand made her body tremble.
"You cold? You can use my jacket."
"Maybe I will," she said, slipping it around her shoulders. The leather felt rich and soft. There was her uncle's aftershave on it too. Jeany settled back into the coat and watched the lights of town twinkle as the car descended the hill.
"I have to make a run up to Rollinsville," he told her, "and then I can drop you home."
"That's okay. I still have a couple of hours before I'm expected in." She was wondering how she could keep her folks from finding out Bill had brought her home. She didn't want them to think anything had gone wrong. Or they wouldn't let her go out again for months. Maybe she could get him to drop her a block from the house. Sure that was the way.
"You sure look pretty in that red dross," Bill said. "I don't blame your date for getting a little crazy."
"Who said anything about my date getting crazy?"
"You wouldn't be walking back to town for fun now, would you?"
Jeany sat there in the blue glow. She heard her uncle take the top off a bottle and drink. When he held it out to her she took it eagerly. That beer of Hank's had started to let her down. And she felt nervous about the evening, about how poorly she'd handled her dates. Her first date. She swigged deeply and was about to swallow for the third time when her uncle grabbed the pint away.
"Now I recall you did that last time," he grinned. "You're gonna grow up to be a boozer if you don't watch out."
They were on the highway again and streaking through the darkened farmlands towards Rollinsville. Now that the strong liquor was working in her blood, Jeany felt much better. Her head had grown clear again with the fuzziness of the beer burned away. And she was almost happy. So what if she'd blown it with Hank? She wasn't that crazy about him anyway. There were plenty of other boys.
"Where we going Uncle Bill?" she asked.
"There was a call outside of Rollinsville. Some kids fooling around in an abandoned house," he smiled, opened the pint again. "I really don't give a good Goddamn whether they fuck and drink in some old haunted house or not. But lots of times they use candles and end up burning the joint down." He wiped his mouth on his hand. "That tends to peeve the owners somewhat."
"So you're gonna do your duty?"
"You bet, little one." He looked at her, blue eyes twinkling. In the glow from the dash he looked like some hero out of a comic book. Jeany blinked her eyes. Maybe it was the bourbon doing that to her.
A mile from Rollinsville they took a dirt road. Bill seemed to know exactly where they were going. He went tearing along kicking up a big dusty rooster tail in the moonlight. Jeany saw a big old house ahead on the right and as her uncle swung into the yard a kid jumped over the railing of the porch and took off through the weeds. There was the sound of engines starting from behind the ramshackle place. Bill got out and leaned over the top of his door.
"I'll give them a chance to get the hell out," he said, the pint bottle dangling loose in his fingers. "I don't feel like doing a bunch of paperwork tonight." Jeany eyed the bottle. If that much had made her feel so wonderful, why couldn't she have a little more?
"Uncle Bill? Could I have another little sip?"
"You said sip, okay?" He handed her the bottle and watched as she tipped it. Jeany was careful to take only a little. It went down her throat like wildfire and spread its glow quickly through her body. Bill took the bottle back.
A car bounced down the drive and hit the gravel road kicking sand and rocks. Bill shook his head and laughed.
"I bet they think they've really pulled one on me. Hell, I know every one of them and they know I do."
The dust settled and there was only the sound of birds in the night. Bill kicked the door shut and started for the house. Jeany got out and hurried after him.
"You sure you want to come?" he asked, flicking on his flashlight. "This old place is kinda spooky."
"I sure don't want to wait alone in the car," die stammered.
Jeany held her uncle's arm as they went in the front door. There was broken furniture and dust everywhere. Glass pound noisily under their feet. Bill took a look around the kitchen, put out a candle and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Most of the action goes on upstairs. I saw them coming out those windows like roaches."
"What kind of action?" Jeany asked, feeling stupid for opening her mouth. She knew of course. What else did a boy and a girl do on a weekend night in an old abandoned house?
The stairs creaked as they went up. Uncle Bill kicked open a bedroom door and they went in. Only the frame of a bed remained, but there was a candle going in the middle of the room and a blanket near a window. Jeany's heart pounded harder when she saw what was on the blanket. A pair of boys skivvies and a bra. There was a long silk stocking puddled nearby. Jeany felt a tingle between her legs. There'd be one girl who'd go home tonight without any of her clothes. And then Jeany remembered how she'd left her own panties banging in that bush up on Baker's Point. Just before Bill snuffed the candle she saw a dark spot on the blanket. It wasn't blood.
The cry came from the next room. Uncle Bill didn't hesitate and when Jeany started after him, he shook his head and motioned for her to stay put. She realized that he was only looking after her safety. But she was dying to see who was in the next room. As Bill went into the hall, she heard the cry again. Then she realized that there was a crack in the closet between the rooms. The faint flicker of another candle glowed through. She crept over and put her face close in time to see her uncle stride into the adjoining bedroom. There on the floor was a very tall, leggy girl with black braids. She was naked, crawling around on hands and knees. She was either drunk or drugged, Jeany couldn't tell which.
Jeany pressed her face closer to see her uncle's reaction. His foot sent a bottle spinning across the dirty floor. The girl gave him a bleary look and slumped down on her belly. She hiccuped and her lids closed.
"Whoops… the jig is up," she babbled. Her ass was pushed high and it took Jeany's breath to see how beautiful she was. A puff of dark cunt hair was visible in the glow from the candle. The blanket where the girl lay was a mess. Somebody, some boy had had plenty of fun with that dark-haired angel. Jeany licked her lips and felt between her thighs. Her throbbing hole was swollen out so that the lips were swollen with blood. And she could feel the place where Hank had penetrated her with his finger.
The girl was obviously dead to the world. But now she was on her back. Uncle Bill had rolled her over and pushed her long legs up so that her knees pressed her tits. They were big tits with large brown nipples. And the same glistening brown pigmentation was evident in the stretched folds between her thighs. Uncle Bill had his uniform off and had hung it carefully over the back of a broken chair. His cock looked like the end of a baseball bat and Jeany remembered again how hot it had been in her palm that night he'd challenged her. No, she wasn't ready for something like that!
Her uncle had a gleam in his eyes and a hungry look on his face. He petted the girl's white thighs and bent to kiss the swollen, throbbing gloss of her crevice. When his tongue flicked out to brush the nub of her clit Jeany pushed her pinky into the tiny hole Hank had made in her.
"Whuhhh," the girl moaned, working her slim hips. One black braid lay across her neck and in the dim light from the candle made the whole scene acorn exotic and strange. Her eyes flickered open. Her long fingers reached out and touched Bill's face. Jeany was coming unglued. Her uncle's caresses had brought the girl out of her drunken stupor.
"Baby! Who are you?"
"Just a passing stranger," Bill breathed. He kissed her belly then, his fingers working deeper in the dripping folds of her cunt. The girl groaned again and shook her head as if in protest. But she wasn't fighting him at all, Jeany noticed. Her dark nipples were very erect. Uncle Bill covered one with his mouth and there was a sucky, wet sound as his middle finger went deep into the girl's body.
"Ahhhhhh… ooohhhhh!" The girl squirmed furiously.
Bill finger-fucked her with a steady in and out movement. The juice made his knuckles glisten in the candle light. Jeany pushed her finger in and out of her own orifice.
In the next room things were getting hot. The girl was flopping her head from side to side and her long toes were raised apart, heels dug at the blanket as Bill kissed her other breast.
He stretched up to hold the black-haired girl's wrists firmly to the floor. And the exposed shaft of his prick throbbed with swollen veins. He made a move with his ass and there was a sound that caused Jeany to catch her breath. A low growling came from the brunette's throat. Bill's cocktip had disappeared. The flared glans was inside the leggy girl's body! Jeany began to pump her hips against the thrust of her littlest finger. The girl was still growling, her teeth bared, her drunken eyes rolling. She was more like some exotic wildcat than a human being. Bill mouthed one of her big tits hungrily and then sucked the nipple and areola between his teeth. His hips lurched again and Jeany watched his shaft slide in another three inches. Floods of hot juice rolled down the girl's crack.
"God, you're fantastic," Bill whispered.
"You're woman enough. You can take it all!"
"Nhhooo. Ohhh, God, it feels wonderful, though. Wonderful!"
Bill pushed forward again and there was a sexy wet sound as his shaft slid into the squirming girl's body another few inches. Jeany sat on the floor of the dusty closet, a heel pressed against her crevice as she kept fucking herself with her own pinky. Her other hand was busy, too, busy at that little bump of engorged flesh that'd risen from behind its hood. Every touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her belly and down her thighs.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh, God…" She focused her eyes on what was happening in the next room. Bill's cock had looked so long, so thick! But it was fitting up into the girl's body! Inch by throbbing inch it was going in!
"You crazy fucker!" the girl groaned, her tongue hanging out.
"Hold on baby, I'm going to give you all of it now."
"Nhhhhoooo!"
But even in the middle of her cry, Bill gave a powerful thrust with his hips and his cock skewered the brunette's pussy.
Uncle Bill was hung like a horse.
"Ohhhh! I can feel it spurting!" the girl cried, her head thrown back to expose her long, white neck. Jeany watched her uncle feast on the tender flesh, his breath raspy and hot as the seed frothed inside the girl's pussy. Her face was twisted in pleasure as she rubbed her own hot excitement into the white flame of final release. They tangled and twisted and thrust against each other as Bill's big balls unloaded everything they held.
Somehow Jeany limped from the closet, went down the hall to the stairs and descended. Every step made her hot little cuntlips rub together. She was about to come right there in that dirty old house. But she made it to the car before she collapsed across the seat. She couldn't quite bring herself off. After watching the real thing her own finger seemed tame by comparison. She could close her eyes and see vividly the animal-like union of her uncle and the black-braided princess. It was, like some fairy story. Only the harsh reality of the patrol car made her realize that she was living in the twentieth century.
Jeany found the bottle her uncle had left there and took a healthy swallow. She could hardly keep from squirming her bare ass against his seat as she thought of how completely that girl had gotten fucked. Some policeman her uncle was! He was supposed to protect the rights of others, not abuse them. But the girl hadn't really complained either. Jeany was so mixed up about the whole weird maze of sex. She took another hit off the pint and let it relax her.
"Hey sugar, are you okay?" The words drifted in and out of her consciousness. Jeany opened her eyes and saw her uncle's big smile. She had drunk so much whiskey, she'd passed out. Passed out across her uncle's patrol car seat with her red dress hiked up above her waist. She struggled to pull it down.
"Ohhh… God, I guess I drank too much of your whiskey."
"What happened to your panties?" Bill chuckled. She saw now that he'd dressed again. But where was the brunette?
"My panties?" She swallowed hard, blinked, tried to sit up. Bill helped her out of the car. The heat of his hands on her naked ass made her tremble. She was still loaded. She thrust herself against him and squirmed suggestively. "I took 'em off," she cried.
"I'd better take you home."
"What about that girl?"
"What girl?"
"The girl you fucked," she blurted, then dropped a hand over her mouth. Bill's face turned angry.
"I told you to wait in the car."
"Oh, Uncle Bill, I had to go watch. I… I…" She pressed her slim hips forward, ground the heat of her mound against his hip.
"Get in the Goddamned car!" he snapped.
"Aren't you going to give the girl a ride home?"
"She doesn't live far from here. It'll be better this way." He pushed her towards the door. A thought flashed through Jeany's drunken head. A crazy thought.
"Maybe I'll tell what you did to her," she said, biting her lip. She forced herself to meet her uncle's angry stare.
"I've had about enough out of you for one night, young lady."
"I'll tell," she blurted angrily. "Unless you… you do something to me." Her uncle's eyes changed subtly. He scanned her body, the plump push of her young breasts coming out the unbuttoned top of her dress.
"I thought we'd been through that already. The other night, remember?" His laugh mocked her. Things swirled for a moment before her eyes but Jeany blinked the drunkenness, back and stared at Bill until he stopped laughing.
"Fuck me," she whispered. Bill's eyes blinked in surprise. Then he shook his head.
"No chance." He touched her small chin. "You're a pretty little niece, but I'm not fool enough to do anything like that."
"Fuck me. Right here, right now!" She fumbled at his fly. Bill let her get the zipper down. Jeany stared at the thing she pulled from his underwear. It was still sticky from the other girl's body and though not yet hard, it was bigger than Hank's cock, bigger than anything she could imagine. She felt a sudden fever of lust and knew that it didn't matter about the other girl's juices. She wanted to kiss that thing, worship it! She wasn't awe why but the need overwhelmed her senses until she dropped to her knees in the grass by Uncle Bill's patrol car.
"Jeany. Damn it. Hey!"
"So… so beautiful," she babbled, kissing the tip, the shaft, fondling his heavy balls with her fingers. The musky scent wasn't so bad. And then her tongue was flicking out to swathe the swelling glans with her spit. Jeany had to open her mouth as wide as she could to get the knobbed tip inside. It just fit, her tongue darting back and forth against the plump lobes at the underside of the glans. Uncle Bill slumped back against the fender of the car as she ate at his cockflesh. Her small teeth nipped him, her tongue sucked him. Her nostrils flared with excitement as she felt the trapped blood fill the wonderfully warm prick.
"Jeany… Oh, Christ! I didn't bow you could do that!" Her uncle's big hands petted the sides of her head. She strained to get more of him into her mouth. She had to stop before his balls bumped her chin. She had to stop because her stomach was bucking, her satiny throat closing tightly around the throbbing crown. Bill held her head firmly now as he pumped his cocktip back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue seemed to make a trough naturally as the bulging head slid back and forth. But she wanted that thing inside her! Jeany knew she was drunk. Any other time she'd be scared stiff. Shed been frightened when Hank had pushed just his finger up into her pussy!
"Mmmmuuuhhhnnn," she groaned, drunk on the whiskey and enthralled by the mushroom shape that fucked her mouth. Then her uncle gave a shudder and pulled his cock free. She looked at it in the moonlight. The broad, dark head dripped with her saliva and she could see the veins beating along the sides of the shaft.
"I'm going take you home before you get us both in trouble."
"Do you do want me!" she gasped.
"I'd be crazy not to. But listen, Jeany… Goddamn it, get up!" He picked her up and put her on the hood. She stared at him panting, one breast hanging free from the front of her red dress. When she saw him looking at it, Jeany jerked the rest of the buttons loose and arched her back so that both her tits were thrust out at him.
"Kiss them! Ohhh, Uncle Bill! Do it. Do it now!"
With a moan her uncle buried his face between the soft swells. Then she dug her fingers against the nape of his neck and felt his tongue suck one deep into his mouth. The wet, warm friction of his licking sent violent shudders up and down her body. She'd never felt anything so lovely in her life!
"Ohhhhhh. Uhhhhh. Yessss!" She pulled his head against her body.
She could see that for the moment Uncle Bill's eyes had been captured.
"Goddamn it to hell… you're beautiful. I keep forgetting just how beautiful you really are." Then he shook his head as if trying to awaken from a dream. "Your old man would beat the shit out of me if he knew I was even looking at you."
The thought that flashed through her mind was wild, crazy. But Jeany was drunk and her young, hot body yearned for affection. Some kind of affection. She threw her legs wider and felt the dainty pink folds bloom open.
"Eat me!" she whimpered, digging a finger down along the slippery folds. She pushed the finger up under her uncle's nose. "Ohhhhh Uncle Bill. Please eat my pussy!"
For a moment Jeany didn't know whether Bill was going to spank her or what. The moon was behind him and she couldn't see his expression. But her own naked loins were illuminated and she knew he was staring at her. The blonde curls of her pussy were plastered down with her own hot juices and the inner lining of her deft glistened. She could see her clit thumping like a tiny heart. Her uncle gave a groan of defeat. Then he stepped forward and put his big hands on her knees, opening her even wider. Jeany sank back against the hood with a happy sigh as his wet mouth began to suck on the tender white flesh of one thigh. He was only inches away from her cunt and she squirmed as his tongue lashed out against one lip, caressed the two plump swells and then dove into her seepy pussy.
"Whuuuhhhh," she babbled, twisting, making the metal under her thump as she bent it in.
"Jeany! Damn you. I shouldn't be. Goddamn, you smell like heaven!" His teeth nipped an inner cuntlip and his tongue flicked again, flicked down over the small wound in her cherry. As if he knew the exact spot, Bill pushed the tip of his tongue into the orifice and wiggled it deeper.
He was wallowing his face around now and she reached forward and grabbed his hair. Pulling him against her cunt, she ground herself into a fury of passion. The still night was shattered by her cries as she went up, up and over that final sharp edge of devastating pleasure. Bill's tongue teased the hole in her cherry again, but went back to lap her throbbing clit as her belly heaved and she grunted like an animal in heat.
For a few moments Jeany was unaware of her surroundings. Her uncle was picking her up, carrying her to the car. She was on the floorboard on her knees. Her uncle had taken his uniform pants off and was sitting there with his knees on each side of her face. Then she focused to stare at the thick spike of cockmeat bobbing a few inches away. It was the same cock she'd watched slide deep into the body of the girl with dark braids. And now her uncle wanted her to suck on it until the cum spurted into her throat. With her own passion satisfied, Jeany wasn't so sure she could bear to actually eat her uncle's cum. What would it taste like? And would it make her sick to swallow it into her stomach? She licked her lips and tried to calm her pounding heart.
"Remember our bargain," Bill smiled, petting the sides of her face. But then the radio crackled and a call came through for her uncle. He answered it in numbers Jeany didn't understand and slammed the mike back on the holder. "Looks like you got off the hook," he said shaking his head. While Uncle Bill dressed again, Jeany leaned her head out into the cool night air. Suddenly she didn't feel so hot. She didn't feel worth a damn. And before her uncle could get the patrol car turned around, she lurched out the door and leaned against a pine tree as the beer and whiskey spouted from her throat.