Teresa was sobbing softly as the water beat down around her shoulders and back. She was on her knees in front of the big man named Hank. And as she scrubbed his heavy cock, she knew it was steadily getting hard again. When it was hard she had no doubts what he meant to do with her.
"Get my balls too… make it nice and clean," he growled, rubbing a rough hand against her face. Terry squirmed her hips. It felt weird to have all that stringy jizz leaking out of her ass. And what was just as weird, she'd almost had a climax herself when Hank had stiffened and spurted her guts full of seed.
"Why so clean?" she murmured, almost afraid to say anything. At least he'd taken the gag out of her mouth. After he'd threatened to break her neck if she screamed.
"That's for you, little angel," Hank said, grabbing her hair. "For when I shove that son of a bitch down your throat." Hank smiled. "I could slide it up between your legs. That'd be just as good."
"Noooo," she whispered. "No, I'd be split down the middle. I'm too small."
"I'll make a woman out of you," he laughed.
"No!" she cried, rubbing the thick lather around the head of his cock with frantic movements. "I'll suck you… I'll do it. Just don't make me… screw you."
"And if Nat comes poking around, you damned well better tell him you're still busy in here," Hank warned. "Course he probably won't come poking wound. Last I saw he was upstairs getting the best head I just about ever saw…"
"You saw Nat?"
"Yep. But there might not be much left of him when your sister gets through eating…" Teresa shivered. Janey? It was hard to imagine her doing anything remotely connected with sex. But she was acting so weird lately.
The bathroom door slammed shut. Hank pushed Terry away and in one step was grabbing the doorknob.
"Who in hell was that?" he bellowed, jerking it open. "Somebody's been lookin' at us…" Teresa stumbled to her feet, the spray washing the soap and cum down her body. She grabbed a towel just as someone screamed in the next room. It was Janey! The scream came… but no, it wasn't really a scream this time. And now it was more like whimpering moans of excitement.
Terry wrapped the towel around her body and pushed the door open. The bed sagged under the weight of the two people who thrashed among the sheets. Teresa could see her older sister's long fingers digging at Hank's back. Her head was thrown back and her eyes wild. Her bottom lip trembled as the huge man guided his swollen cock up against the dark thatch of her pussy. Then the muff divided to expose the glistening slick membrane of her slit. Immediately, Hank's cock was bathed with the oily juice and Terry heard a slick sound as his glans spread Janey's petals. The big man lunged and her sister quivered as if someone had run a pole through her. She made a gurgling sound deep in her throat as her hips plunged up and down. It was then that Terry realized she couldn't see Hank's cockhead anymore. It was already deep in the beat of Jane's twitching cunt and sliding deeper by the second.
"You animal!" Janey gasped, clawing at Hank, "Just fuck me you big animal!"
"God," Hank grunted, working his powerful body.
"I can… t-t-take everything you have," whimpered Janey, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Teresa hurried to the bedroom door, slipped put and closed it behind her. She hears someone coming down the front stairs. Nat. If he knew that Hank was in the house fucking anybody he could catch, there would surely be a murder.
Terry knew Nat that well. She had to cool things off… she had to head her uncle back upstairs. Maybe even out of the house, away from here. She caught him at the bottom of the steps.
"Go start the truck, Uncle Nat," she said, pressing her slim body against him. Even with his pants on, he smelled like cum. But she'd have time to get mad about what Janey had done later. "I want to get out of here for awhile."
"Wearing that towel?" he grinned, picking at the edge of it.
"My bikini is in the glove compartment. I was going swimming the other day but decided not to." She pulled his mouth against hers.
"I thought I heard a bunch of racket down here," he said.
"Just Janey. But she's okay now. We had a talk." Teresa knew she was talking too fast but she didn't want her uncle to hear if Jane squealed again. "She's in the back bedroom, sleeping off that Brandy you gave her." She entwined her fingers in his and pulled him towards the door. "Come on Nat, let's go."
While Nat headed towards town, she pulled on her bikini. He almost ran off the highway watching.
"Jesus, I don't know whether I can wait till we get a motel," he said, breathing hard.
"I'll decide when you get what you want," she said, pouting at him. She adjusted the cups under her tits and stuck her tongue out when she saw him leering. "And all this time I thought I was the only sister you were interested in."
"Yeah… well… uhh…"
Teresa had just been fishing, but since she was catching him up so easily, she cast again.
"And what about that night you and Jane left Roger and me at the bar?"
"Look baby, she wanted it. I mean, I thought you, were too young for me then…" He grabbed her small hand and kissed the palm hungrily. Janey let him. Actually it felt good. Especially when he ran his tongue between her fingers.
"I guess you've suffered enough," she said at last. "I'm not mad."
"Then let's stop at the first motel."
"I think I'd like something to drink," Teresa said, taking the rubber bands off her braids so she could brush them out.
"I thought you said you weren't going to make me suffer anymore," Nat moaned.
"Some gentleman," she said, looking down her nose. "Girl can't even get a drink."
"Okay baby, you win."
As the truck thrummed along, Terry cocked a leg and put her foot out the window. It amused and excited her that her Uncle Nat could drive and look at her flimsy blue bikini at the same time. She pushed one fine blonde curl back under, the material and frowned.
"They don't make these things big enough to even cover a girl's cunny."
"Plenty big enough," mumbled Nat, "plenty big enough!"
There was one hell of a Friday afternoon party going on when they went in the bar in Warton. Teresa followed Nat to the only seats available two chain at the big round booth in back. She recognized one of the young guys who'd jived her at the stoplight that day she'd run errands. And then she saw that old hardware man, the one who'd given her a longing look and babbled something about a hundred dollars. Everyone gazed hungrily at her lean, bikinied body as she gracefully slid into the booth.
"You all know my niece," Nat said and everyone nodded eagerly. Then the noise started up again and as the waitress brought a pitcher of beer. Terry was sitting by the old man. He stared at her like she was the long lost hardware girl in the sky. Teresa thought he was kind of cute. But then she was pretty tipsy too.
"Your name is Charlie, isn't it?"
"You bet your ass," he said, grabbing her hand under the table. Terry knew he was feeling pretty good from all the beer. But she let him hold her, hand. "If I was a young man again," he told her, "I'd kick all these young studs on their ass and take you away to New Orleans." He swigged beer and shook his grey head. "Goddamned if I wouldn't."
Terry liked him more than ever. And she noticed, too, that for someone over sixty, he was in good shape. Even some of the younger guys had beer bellies. But bid Charlie looked a match for any of them. He pulled her hand close to his leg.
She gave a little squeal when she realized what he was trying to do.
"Not here, Charlie."
"Then where?" he laughed, hooking a hand around her bare waist. Nat glared at him. Teresa glared at Nat.
"Charlie and I are talking," she scolded. She wanted to make her uncle suffer a little longer. Anyway it was so dark in that booth that nobody could tell what was going on. The juke box blared with some crazy country song and one of the men spilled a glass of beer across the table. Charlie looked hungrily at Terry's right tit. Under the table, his hands were busy at her bikini.
"Charlie, you really are something." By now he'd managed to force her fingers into his fly. Instead of a hard cock there was something the size of a one dollar bill. But it was crisper than most singles and folded neatly down the middle. Under the bill was Charlie's rigid cock. She sucked in a surprised gasp as she felt the size of it.
"I used to please the ladies with that, honey," he chuckled.
"By the feel of it, I bet you still can." She pulled the folded money out and glanced down under the table at it. One hundred dollars. She blinked her eyes and pushed it into the left cup of her bikini. The thrill she felt taking a man's money was getting better every time she did it. But she knew she was going to have to come across. A hundred bucks was more than a little tip.
"I'm going to go pee," Charlie whispered. "You follow me back in a little bit. There's a storeroom…" He smiled at her. Teresa was beginning to wonder just how old Charlie really was.
She waited till he'd been gone three minutes and then excused herself. No one seemed to notice that she was up to, but two guys slapped her ass as she worked her way out of the booth.
"Don't forget to come back with that bikini, sweetheart," one said.
"We'll get rid of Nat while you're gone," kidded another. Nat looked bored. She could tell he was thinking about the motel room. She padded across the dance floor, her trim ass swinging to the cheers of the men at the table. In the long hall that led to the restrooms, she paused. A door opened and Charlie motioned her in.
Teresa found herself in a storeroom. Cases of whiskey and beer were stacked against the wall and there was an old auto seat, its back broken down flat to lie on the floor. The scene was illuminated by a single, naked light bulb swinging from a cord in the ceiling. Charlie pulled her close against him and kissed her chest.
"I guess you don't want to kiss an old fool like me," he said.
"I don't see why not," she breathed, "and I want to." Teresa did feel sexy. She could only explain it because of the way Hank had gotten her so hot when he'd fucked her ass. She hadn't quite come then and had been wanting to ever since. But there was something sexy about Charlie, too. She could imagine what he was like as a young man. And with his cock out of his pants, she couldn't resist circling her moist, soft fingers around the shaft. They kissed, kissed again. Charlie growled with hunger as his hands traced the soft hollows and bumps of her young body. It thrilled her to be able to turn on someone like that. Charlie obviously appreciated her more than any man she'd fucked so far.
"God, this might kill me, but it'll be the closest to heaven I'll ever get."
She lay back on the busted car seat and spread her legs slightly. Charlie got her bikini untied and when the crotchpiece fell away, he gritted his teeth and made a sound like he was praying.
"Honey, you're worth the hundred. You're worth every penny of it!" Teresa opened her tan, slim arms to him.
"Fuck me Charlie! Hurry!"
She gasped with passion as he searched between the plump lips of her mound. Then he gingerly gouged open her folds and eased the tip of his cock against the steamy spot. She arched her back as he eased his shaft in. It went in quickly to the hilt, left her trembling in heat as he pulled down the cups of her bra and began to feast gently on her small, hard tit.
Terry hadn't expected anything like this! Charlie caressed and fucked her like a young man might.
He was every bit as good a lover as Darren. And she liked him better too. She shut her eyes, forgetting that a balding, sixty-year-old man was popping it to her.
"Uhhhnnn… ohhhh, yes… that feels so good… nuuhhh!"
"You're tight baby… Goddamn, you're so tight on my old cock…" He teased her inner petals with the flared head and then stretched her hole again as he eased deep. Terry let her hips shake and then roll slowly as her sucking pussy pulled hungrily at the steamy prick. Her insides glowed from the heat of Charlie's excitement. His cockhead was bulging now as he slid in and out of her with rising passion.
"You got a body like an angel," he moaned, kissing the ends of her braids and then surrounding her tingling breast again, his tongue lapping noisily. Terry wanted him to enjoy her. She really, really did. But as he rooted in her cunt, she found herself riding higher and higher on the sharp sensations of pleasure. Then she didn't have to worry about Charlie any more. She was bunting into that glorious paradise herself. She clutched the back of his bead as he gnawed on her nipple.
"Ch-Char… leeee!" Her trim hips plunged and danced. "Ohhhhh, you're realleeeee doing it to meeee!" Her clit felt like it was being ravaged. It was so sensitive that even the slightest bump from Charlie's body sent her into new storms of pleasure. Her fluids made their bodies suck, and shin, together. And then she hooked her sharp heels against Charlie's thighs and began to fuck like it would be her last few moments on earth.
"Ohhh, Charlie… ohhh God… ohhhhhhhh!" Jolting thrills made her bite her lip. Stars shot across her closed eyelids and she clawed at the man's back. He was groaning and panting and she knew he was about to come with her. Muscles stood out in his arms and legs as he sucked her small tit deeply between his teeth and let his balls unload.
"Oh yeah baby… yeah!"
At the instant Charlie screamed, someone burst into the dark storeroom and swung at the single light bulb. The light went out in a spray of glass, but not before Teresa saw the boy who'd been sitting at their table and someone else she didn't know. The young one had whistled at her that day she'd had Nat's truck. The other one had a black mustache and hard eyes.
"Hey," Charlie hollered, "what's going, on?"
"That oughta be enough for you, grandpa," the mustached one said, pulling Charlie off. Teresa scrambled backward, hand over her pussy. A hand caught her ankle and dragged her back onto the old car seat. The door opened long enough for Charlie to be pushed out.
"Pay the kitty," one of them said. "That'll keep her from screaming rape." A flurry of bills rained down on her. In the dark Terry didn't know whether they were ones or fifties. A flashlight clicked on.
"God, she's pretty," the kid said, fanning the narrow beam across her body. Teresa couldn't see their faces, couldn't see anything but that fanned light.
"I've been wanting to get in this little nymph's pants ever since I saw her dancing with her brother about a week ago." Now Teresa remembered who the mustached man was. It was Al Davis, the man who owned the bar.
"Hold her feet, Jimmy," he said. Terry heard his pants slide to the floor.
"No," she squealed, kicking free and rolling over. She was crawling on her hands and knees when he mounted her like a dog.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, as his hand hooked under her belly. His cocktip brushed her slick pussy as she wiggled furiously to escape.
"Hold that little ass still, Terry," he laughed. She felt his mustache as he kissed the nape of her neck.
"Please, Mr. Davis," she pleaded, "don't fuck me!"
"What difference does it make?" he growled.
"Charlie was nice…" she choked, feeling his cockhead now. It was slipping easily into her slick, cummy hole.
He gave her quick, short jabs, his cock going in deeper each time. And every lime that swollen crown penetrated her, Teresa felt her knees come off the floor. The boy named Jimmy circled around front, his flashlight shooting crazy reflections off the walls. Before she knew what was happening, he had his pants off and was sitting on the floor in front of her, legs apart. The flashlight beam wavered on his erect cock.
Teresa closed her eyes. Jimmy grabbed her hair and made her open them again. She was pulled forward until her lips touched the hot head of his cock.
"Nnoooo," she moaned. Jimmy pinched her throat to make her open up. His shaft went against her teeth as he fucked his way in.
"Ghaaaaa," she choked, her knees swinging off the floor as Al fucked her pussy to the hilt from behind. Jimmy's cock was tickling her throat now. She tried to cough it out, her hands pushing against his thighs and belly.
"Let's give her a shot of cum together, Jimmy," Al said. Terry couldn't believe what was happening. She could feel that huge cock deep inside her belly. And Jimmy had grabbed her head and was pulling her down over his crotch. She jerked back, but Jimmy just pulled down once more and his cock speared across her fluttering tongue and into her throat.
The position seemed to excite him. Her elbows were on each side of his hips, the spit dripping from the corners of her lips as she felt Al let go in her pussy. A warm glow filled her as the man ground his seed deep.
"You lovely little bitch," he gasped, hand clutching at her slim hips, "I'm gonna kidnap you and keep you in my bedroom."
"Like hell you are!" said Nat, lurching through the broken door. Terry could see old Charlie behind him.
"Get 'em, Nat," the old man yelled.
Nat already had Al Davis by the shirt and was jerking him up. His cock slipped from Terry's cunt with a loud smacking sound. Jimmy let go her hair.
"Okay," Nat spit, "get out of here. Both of you."
"It's my Goddamn storeroom," Al Davis gasped, trying to get his pants up.
"But that's my niece," Nat replied, and pushed the man up against the wall. Jimmy was already scrambling out of the door. Al followed as Nat helped Teresa to her feet. She was trembling. She hugged her uncle and sobbed. Charlie was scratching around on the floor, the flashlight beams skittering here and there as he scooped up the loose bills. He folded them all together and pressed them into her hand.
"Might as well have something for all they put you through," he said, petting her head. Terry closed her fingers around the cash.
"I want to thank you for getting me, Charlie," Nat said.
"That's okay. I hate to see a young girl messed over." He straightened himself. "She needs somebody to watch over her."
"That's what I mean to do right now," Nat said, pulling Teresa toward the door.
"It… it really got to me," Roger said, "to see that big oaf on top of you. I just lost my head, I guess." He dabbed at the blood on his knuckle. Janey was holding a wet rag against the swollen place under one of her brother's eyes.
"I'm glad you ran him off," she said. It wasn't altogether a lie. Hank had been pretty rough. But she'd enjoyed his brutal loving too… enjoyed it more than she could tell Roger now. She'd thrown a blanket around her nakedness. When Roger had come in and started raising hell, something in her mind had snapped back into place. She could see now that there was no future in hanging around her Uncle Nat's place any longer. Oh, she'd learned plenty. Things she'd never, ever forget. In fact she thought of her life as really just beginning. But she didn't plan to spend it indulging in incest.
"Jane," Roger began, "I've been thinking." He put his hands on her shoulders as if to pull her close.
"I've been thinking too. I'm going to get showered and dressed and you're going to take me to the bus station."
He looked at her like she was crazy. "What about Terry?"
"Terry can take care of herself. She never needed me to begin with."
"But maybe I need you."
"No, I'm going back to Hainsville before I end up sleeping with Uncle Nat. After you took me to bed, if seems as though I can't stop thinking about."
"Hey, let me take that shower with you."
"No," Janey insisted, rising and wrapping the blanket tighter. "I've had enough sex for one day." She hurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Her bean pounded and her hands shook. She was thinking of how lovely Roger's cock might feel inside her. But at least her hysteria was gone. She had things fairly together in her head. If only she could get that bus before Nat found out and tried to stop her. Yes, she was thinking of how close he'd come that first night in the Warton hotel. She knew it would be hard to resist his charm now. Especially since she knew what fucking felt like.
She washed hurriedly and dressed as Roger hung around in the kitchen drinking beers. He'd used the phone, but she couldn't tell who he'd been talking to. When at last she was ready, she carried her bag to the front room. Roger stood as if hypnotized.
"You look like something from heaven."
"I guess that's a compliment," she laughed, turning slowly in her white lace dress. She'd put on a simple string of pearls and brushed her hair down straight. White gloves added to the aura of purity that she radiated.
"Sure you want to go borne?" Roger asked, secretly adjusting the erection that had sprouted in his jeans.
"I'm sure."
Roger seemed so nervous at the bus station. As if he were expecting someone to arrive any second. Janey began to grow nervous too. She had her ticket and was waiting for the boarding call when her wont fear materialized. Uncle Nat pushed through the glass door of the terminal. Roger was talking to him, pointing her way.
Jane was about to hand her ticket to the driver when Nat grabbed her arm.
"Cotta talk to you, baby," he said, eyes twinkling.
"You don't want to talk," she snapped, pulling away. "You want…" Her face went red. The bus driver seemed amused.
"Come on," her uncle insisted, pulling her to the side. He looked around as if searching for a place to talk. Jane found herself being dragged to a phone booth. With the door closed she was pressed up against Nat's warm body. He dialed a number, asked to be connected with a room and then tilted the receiver so Janey could overhear the other end of the conversation. She could hardly believe it when Teresa's voice came through the line.
"Oh, Nat, hurry back, darling… I'm climbing the walls."
"So you like Uncle Nat, do you?"
"Ohhhh, Nat, I never knew what fucking really was until you…" There was a long sigh and Janey blushed and attempted to get the door open. Nat held her against his body. His hand was working up under her white dress. Janey groaned as a finger gently petted the damp nylon crotch of her panties.
"Are you coming back soon?" Terry asked.
"I'll try to," Nat said into the phone. "I've got a little something to take care of first." He winked at Jane. She turned her head and tried again to escape from the booth. Nat pushed aside the flimsy panty-crotch, and his finger slid up into her body. With a gasp, Jane slumped against his chest. Her will had evaporated. She was unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his hairy chest.
"I want to know what it's like too," she babbled. "Oh, Nat… oh, God!"
Roger came over to the booth and Nat said something to him. Janey was too hot to pay much attention. Something about Terry and a motel. Her mind spun. Had the mere touch of her uncle's hand had such an effect on her that she was helpless to resist his desire?
Then she knew that if that was the case, there were things in her mind she had not yet become fully conscious of.
"We'll go join Roger later," Nat said.
"He told you I was going home, didn't he?" she gasped, feeling her uncle's finger plunge deeper in her pussy.
"Yep, good old Rog. He's like a son to me. And he knew I had some things to tell you before I could let you get away." Nat kissed her then, and Janey felt a hand at the small of her back as her uncle finger-fucked her at the same time. Wasn't someone going to know what they were doing? Jane didn't even care. Nat pushed her hand down the front of his jeans. She shivered as her fingers traced the hot, bulging shape of his cock.
"Don't you want that inside you?" he whispered.
"Oh, yesss," she whimpered, licking her lips hungrily.
"Well, then, what are we waiting for?" he said, pulling his finger from her hole in a teasing way. Then Nat opened the door of the phone booth and dragged her behind him.