"Don't you think that Margaret should know?" Alice asked. The third beer had made her a little woozy. She wasn't used to drinking. Not in a bar. Mitch was sipping some kind of drink he'd ordered. The place was full of people and was pretty noisy. She'd thought that Betty and Lee would meet them there too but so far there'd been no sign of them. Mitch had taken off his glasses and was leaning close to her. She couldn't hear what he was saying for the noise. The band had started up again and people were clapping and hollering.
"What did you say?" she said back.
"I said you look like an angel."
Alice blushed. She'd felt a little on the defensive this afternoon when Mitch had taken them all to town. She'd almost been afraid to pull any of her teasing like she had earlier in the week. In fact she'd stayed pretty much to herself after that little incident Friday with Lee on the island in the lake. But Mitch wanted to celebrate some big real estate deal and had taken her and his own daughter and son to town.
Earlier in the day Alice had thought about taking the motor boat out to the island by herself to do a little nude sunbathing so all she had on was a halter-top and a pair of white shorts. She felt strange sitting so close to Mitch without so much as a pair of panties on. The shorts didn't do much to make her feel dressed. And he kept looking down the front of the little halter. It was blue with white polkadots and her big tits pushed the front open something awful. She liked the comfortable way it felt and usually chose it when she was going to be alone. But in this crazy bar with Mitch hovering there by her she felt a little self-conscious. He'd been in such a hurry to leave for town that she hadn't had time to change.
"Eighteen is a good age," he said, slipping an arm around her shoulders.
"Why, Uncle Mitch?"
"Oh, lots of reasons." He looked down her cleavage again. Alice kept seeing Margaret's face whenever Mitch seemed to be admiring her charms. She couldn't help it. He was a married man, after all.
"Aren't Lee and Betty going to meet us here?"
"Maybe later," her uncle said in an off-handed way. He was wearing shorts, too, and she could see his strongly muscled legs, tan from tennis and swimming. The crotch of his shorts covered a bulging swell. She could almost imagine that thing inside his underwear all hot and tight with blood. She felt faint just thinking of how it would feel. Like Lee's cock had felt in her fingers. She hadn't bargained for so much experience packed into a few days. Her hot little hole seemed to pinch down and spasm with the excitement of rubbing against such masculinity as her uncle was exuding. He smelled good and looked good and was embarrassing her more every moment by his undisguised show of affection. What if someone knew he was her uncle? Or would they just think that he was giving her a friendly hug?
"What kind of perfume do you wear?" he asked, letting his lips come dangerously close to her face. She brushed fingers through her hair, exposing the ear nearest him for a moment.
"Nothing. Really, nothing at all."
"Goddamn. It must be youth." Mitch tightened his fingers against her arm. She could feel him feeling her, squeezing her lovingly. She was breathing faster. She'd had no experience with men putting theft hands all over her. Just a few times it had happened and she hadn't known how to handle it any better than she was now. She tried to quiet her breathing but that only made it worse. She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment to regain composure. Mitch kissed her softly on the cheek.
"Mitch! God, you scared me."
"Just a little kiss." He smelled faintly of liquor. His beard had felt bristly and the rub of it had done something strange to her. Meanwhile Mitch's hand had slipped down her shoulder and under her arm. His fingers curled dangerously close to her left tit. Though the heavy orb wasn't really being touched at all, Alice felt a glowing sensation around the nipple. It was as if the anticipation was enough. She sucked a trembling breath and squeezed her beer glass harder. Then she took a big swallow and let the air out. Mitch's fingertips moved ever so slightly. He was still touching her ribcage now but if he kept sneaking closer to her tit Alice thought she might cry out. Her own uncle! What if someone there knew him? What if Aunt Margaret happened to stroll in?
"Have you thought about swimming with me some night?"
"I thought you said everybody would come along," she breathed, afraid to look in his eyes.
"Maybe that would be a drag. Maybe we could have more fun together."
Underneath her thin white shorts her pussy had swollen with blood and was leaking juice now. She couldn't understand why. Nothing was happening. Except that her uncle's fingers were slipping closer and closer to her bulging breast. And he kept putting his mouth close to her ear when he talked. And she was about to jump right out of the booth if he kept on. Now he was gazing at the expanse of naked tummy between her halter and her shorts. She was tan and flat-bellied there and her navel made a sexy little depression fringed with blonde down. Mitch seemed almost to be drooling as he looked. Then his fingers finally made it to her tit. They spread suddenly, cupping her mature swell gently but firmly. Then he squeezed ever so slowly and Alice let out all the air in her lungs.
"Mitch, I think we'd b-b-better be going."
"It's just getting dark," he said. "We'll go for a drive somewhere along the lakeshore."
"What about Margaret? Won't she be worried?" She was pretending to ignore his hand but it was getting harder. A fingertip grazed the thin material which hid her nipple. The brown lump swelled almost instantaneously against her uncle's touch. He sensed the change in her and lingered to massage the soft areola that surrounded the bulging nubbin. Alice shivered and pressed back in the booth. That was when she felt his other hand. It touched her right thigh and squeezed. Mitch had grabbed her so close to her crotch that the caress had caused the skin around her clit to be pulled tight. Alice gave a little whimper way down inside.
"Mitch!"
"Relax, sweetheart. You're too beautiful not to enjoy a little honest affection."
"Honest affection?" She squeaked, trying to look at him. Her eyes would hardly focus. Mitch rubbed her breast openly now. The bar seemed darker than before. No one was paying any attention to the back booth where her very own uncle was doing these terrible things. She struggled weakly in his embrace but his other hand slipped suddenly upwards and she felt one of his fingers go under the leg of her shorts. Almost immediately there was a pressure against one soppy lip of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Alice, you're fantastic. When you were talking to me the other day I just about lost my mind." Mitch was whispering fast, his lips against her ear. "You are the nicest thing that's come along in my whole life. I want you bad, honey. Awful bad."
"For God's sake, Mitch. You happen to be my…" Mitch had slipped his hand under her halter top so quickly that Alice forgot all that she'd been meaning to say. His hot fingers smoothed under and around the tingling swell of tit. Then he was pinching her nipple teasingly and Alice knew that the crotch of her shorts must be drenched. And so was her uncle's finger as it slid up and down her swollen outer lips. She could hear the squish as he pressed between them and dug the inner folds open.
"Yuuhhh," she groaned, letting her head fall back on his arms. Her thighs flopped open and she squirmed her ass around slowly on the seat. Mitch kissed though her hair, his lips fondling the lobe of her ear until she thought she might pass out. And the touch of his palm against her tit. She could see how he'd moved the halter-top around so he could get under it. She might as well have been sitting there in the booth naked for all the good her clothes were doing her.
"Alice, God, you're fine."
"Mitch, don't. Nhhoooo! Please don't."
"Alice, honey, you've got to like it."
"Like it? I-I…" She stopped, swallowed hard.
"We've got to go."
Mitch pushed his lips down her cheek until she had to kiss him. She'd never been kissed by anyone over eighteen before and the rub of his rough beard, the practiced way his tongue teased her lips open made Alice whine all the more. She moved into the kiss, working her head back and forth slowly as her uncle's tongue probed deep in her mouth. His finger worked up and down her dripping slit now, massaging the lump of her swollen clit. It pulsed with a steady rhythm, sending waves of pleasure though her body. She let a hand come up and circle his neck. She didn't want the kiss to end and yet she was afraid, ashamed, shocked past all reason.
"Oh, this is awful," she gasped trying to twist her face away. Mitch made her continue the kiss and she moaned and opened her mouth wider. Then he was sucking her own tongue between his teeth and touching her partly torn cherry with the tip of his middle finger. Alice panicked.
"Don't! Not there, Mitch!"
"What's wrong baby?"
"It's me. I'm a virgin. Well, kind of a virgin." He smiled and kept massaging the reddened hymen. "There's something wrong with me," she blurted finally.
"Listen honey, there's nothing wrong with you. In fact I think you're damn near perfect."
"Not like that," she gasped, trying to hold his wrist. But the finger stroked up her clit again and then centered on that tiny tear where Lee had fingerfucked her. She licked her lips and tried to think straight.
"Don't worry baby, don't you think I know better than to hurt you?"
"But, but…"
Mitch kissed her face again and his finger pressed harder against the spot that still kept her innocent. She tried to pull her ass back in the booth but there was no place to go. Then Mitch was kissing her again, tonguing the roof of her mouth as his middle finger shoved harder. She felt her cunt spread to admit him to the first knuckle. The sliding friction brought a moan to her lips. Her breast was being petted, squeezed. Her chin was being kissed and so was her ear. She went limp in the strong circle of her uncle's arms. His middle finger curled up and under and pressed so hard that she finally felt the pain. It was the biggest thing that had ever been pushed up into her body. And as it went in a devastating storm of pleasure seemed to cover her skin like molasses. She clicked her teeth together without really meaning to and then her uncle was kissing her chin once again as his middle finger went into her pussy to the hilt.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh, God, help me," she babbled, eyes fluttering closed. When she gave him her tongue to suck, he sucked it furiously. He pulled back his finger to plunge again and the muscle inside her squeezed down hard wound it. She felt that she could hold a pencil she was so tiny and muscled at that particular spot. The amazement in Mitch's eyes told her that he was at last aware of her special feature.
"Goddamn, Alice, you're different." He tried to move his finger but she held it tight. Then when her tension drained away she felt the hardened circle open and once more her uncle's finger slid deep into her pussy.
"Nhhuuuhh," she gasped, head lolling against his shoulder. "Ohhhh, ohhhh shit."
"Like it don't you?" he smiled, pulling back and shoving in again. The penetration was like a tiny bit of heaven had been speared into her body. Alice twisted in the booth, her slim ass pinching as she worked herself back and forth on the stiff finger of her uncle. Even the smooth seat was slick with her juices now.
"We can't keep doing this!"
"Why can't we?"
"It's wrong!"
"Sure it's wrong. Anything worth a shit is wrong." Mitch laughed throatily and his finger rammed deep. Alice trembled and arched her back. Then she thrust her ass forward, her thighs spread wide under the table. The slick, sticky sound was incredibly exciting to hear as Mitch's finger came almost out of her body and speared deep again. She gave a little growl, a noise she'd never made in her life, and began to pump her hips wildly. She knew she must be behaving like a whore! But the tickling pleasure was growing more intense by the moment and she couldn't seem to control herself anymore. She could say it was wrong but she couldn't possibly stop.
"You hot little mink," Mitch laughed, fingerfucking her all the harder now. His mouth teased the sides of her face and his other hand squeezed and pinched her tumid nipple. She rubbed her body hard against him in the booth and whined with lust.
"Ohhhh, Uncle Mitch, ohhhhhhhh!"
"Just enjoy it honey, cause I sure am."
Alice was aware of something else now. Her uncle had taken her hand and was pulling it down close to his thigh. She didn't realize he'd taken his cock from his shorts until she felt the huge shape slide against her knuckles. She opened her eyes suddenly and looked around the smoky room. The music was going loud and off on the dance floor couples gyrated wildly. Nearby another couple hugged in the back of a booth. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to anyone else at all. But she felt that surely someone must know. Know that her very own uncle was taking indecent liberties with her body!
"Sure, honey, sure. Just enjoy it, enjoy it." He made her squeeze his cock. The size of it was enormous. Though she couldn't see it, she knew it was the biggest one she'd ever touched. But then it was only the second, wasn't it?
"Mitch, ohhhh, uhbhhh!"
"You're so tight, so hot!" He moaned himself as she tightened her fingers around his shaft in reflex to the sudden jab of his finger again. Her juices smacked loudly as he fingerfucked her with slow, steady movements again, then speeded up to start her hips bucking on the booth cushion.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhhh, Goddamn!"
As her uncle rubbed her, his thumb brushed her clit each time. Her body was burning, ready to explode. She couldn't see straight anymore and her breath burst from her lungs in labored pants of passion. She was so excited that she started to jerk his cock with frantic movements. She wasn't thinking one way or the other about her uncle's pleasure. It was just something to take out her tension on. Something to grab and pull. Something sexy to hold onto as her body climbed turbulently towards paradise.
"That's it honey. Goddamn, that's it!"
"Mitch, ohhhhh, Mitch, stop now! Please stop!"
"You really want me to?"
"Yessssss!"
Mitch stopped pushing his finger in and out of her body. A shiver of shock blasted through her. Viciously she clung to his rigid, throbbing cock. She bared her teeth and growled like a wildcat. She tugged at his prick, her fingers strangling the head until it felt ready to burst blood all over the place. Mitch grunted deep in his throat and watched her. Alice couldn't keep her ass still any longer. With her free hand she found her uncle's wrist and tried to make him start fingerfucking her again. But he just smiled and watched her suffer as the long seconds slipped by.
"Tell me when you want it again," he breathed, mouth against her cheek. She gave a cry and worked the skin up and down his cock like she wanted to tear it off.
"Ohhhh, damn! Do it! Do it to me! I'm begging you now! Do it!"
The in and out movement of her uncle's finger came like a delirious rush into heaven. She rocked her hips on the seat of the booth and felt her muscles tightening down convulsively wound his knuckles. Mitch's face looked suddenly slack and she realized that she'd been doing almost brutal things to his hard cock. But she couldn't think about much of anything now as her body climbed the last few inches into a boiling storm of pleasure. She was coming. Her thigh muscles bulged out as she crumpled forward and pressed her forehead against the table. In and out Mitch's finger went. In and out until she thought she would scream. Her whole body tingled. Her pussy itched with a sensation that wasn't really an itch at all. It was every bit of pleasure she'd ever dreamed about. And then the pleasure exploded like someone was pulling the trigger of a gun over and over. The jabs of frenzied lust made her drool as she continued to yank and strangle her uncle's cock under the table. It erupted suddenly, spraying hot, white jizz against her legs. She felt the thick dribbles pouring down over her knuckles as she came whimpering. The table lurched as the two of them peaked together. Hot jizz was still spattering her arms, her thighs. It seemed that Mitch was spurting a quart of the pungent stuff out of his balls.
"Ohhhhhh, Uncle Mitch, I never felt anything l-l-like this in my l-l-life!"
All her uncle could do was groan back something she didn't understand. Like how much he wanted to fuck her. The words hadn't really soaked in. Because her ecstasy was too intense to allow for any other input. She just leaned back in the cradle of his arms and twitched and squirmed until at last the squeezing, fluttery tickle at her cunt had died away. Then there was a delicious afterglow of well being. She gave a cry when Mitch eased his finger out of her pussy. Her muscles tightened as if to keep him there. Only then did she realize she still had a firm grasp of his cock. It was wilting over, the cum still leaking from the tip. She had an almost insatiable desire to peek under the table to see what it looked like. But it was so dark in the bar she probably wouldn't have been able to see it anyway.
It was Uncle Mitch who helped her clean up. He dabbed the cum from her with a beer-dampened napkin and cleaned up himself as well as he could. But as they went out of the bar, Alice couldn't even look up. She was feeling intense shock and shame again now that the pleasure had been realized. She just knew that everyone was pointing at her, laughing. And yet when she looked back at the doorway, no one seemed to even notice her presence. Except one man in a cowboy hat who was leering at her long legs.
Mitch guided her out to the parking lot and into the front seat of his Cadillac.
"Alice, I want you to know how I feel about you honey."
"What could you think of me after that?" She couldn't look at him.
"I think you're a remarkable girl. Innocent. Not afraid to let her body take her on a trip."
"Some trip," she sighed. "Doing that in front of all those people."
"It wasn't in front of them," Mitch laughed. He started up the engine. "What, we should do now is go somewhere and finish what we started."
"Mitch, I don't want to talk about it anymore. I just think we'd better get home." She scratched at a spot of cum that was hardening on her shorts. "Where did Lee and Betty ever go to?"
"They mentioned something about driving down to the movie in Groveland." Mitch's eyes looked at her with suspicion in the green glow from his dash. "How come I had such a hard time getting Lee to go with his sister?" Alice felt her neck hair rise.
"How should I know?"
"He sure seemed to want to hang around with you."
"I've talked to him before," Alice said, "that's all."
Mitch laughed good-naturedly. "I couldn't blame you for getting along pretty tight with my son. He's a good-looking kid."
"I'm really embarrassed talking about all this," Alice snapped back. "I mean, I'm just supposed to be living with you all. I didn't come out here to start…"
"You didn't start anything. I started it. And I think more of you for going along with it." Mitch backed out and pulled onto the highway. She was relieved to see that he was heading back to the house. But with the lights of town behind them she grew uneasy again. Mitch was holding her hand as he drove. Then he pulled her over against him. She decided to let him hold her to keep from starting anything.
"I'd like to really take you on a pleasure trip," he said, rubbing her breast as he drove. Alice didn't want him to get intimate again but when he eased the edge of her halter top down so he could rub her nipple, she let him. As exhausted as she was from her recent come, the gentle friction felt good. She relaxed some and leaned against the warmth of her uncle's body. "I'd like to eat you alive," he sighed. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
"I-I think so." She blushed in the darkness of the car. Of course she knew what he was talking about. She'd heard stories from friends. Made up stories, she thought. About how some men liked to do things like that to women. They put their mouths against the girl where her pussy was. Alice wasn't sure what happened then. But the idea of something soft and wet like a man's tongue sliding against her pussy made her tremble. Mitch felt the tremble.
"Wouldn't you like to feel my tongue going into your hole?"
"Uncle Mitch, please don't talk about that!" She tried to pull away from him but he kept her trapped against his side.
"I could do it real slow. I could lick the edges of your pussy until you cried and squirmed on the tied. I'd have your thighs spread apart so that you were all peeled open like some gorgeous flower. God, I'll bet your pussy is something to look at."
Her uncle's words were making her hot again. But they were disturbing her too. She squirmed in the deep cushions of the Cadillac.
"I love a girl who doesn't wear panties," he went on.
"Usually I do," she said quickly.
"But tonight you knew you were going somewhere with your good old Uncle Mitch," he laughed. She saw that he was still a little drunk.
"That's not true. I mean I…" He slowed the car and pulled her face up to kiss. "Mitch, watch where you're going!"
She sat back and looked out the side window and listened to the smooth hum of the big car, the wind at the windows. Mitch let her alone for the rest of the way. When they pulled into the tree-lined drive of the house, Alice could see the moon glinting off the water of the lake. She was already trying to think of what to say in case she ran into Margaret. She felt like a criminal sneaking in after a successful crime.
"Don't worry about anything," Mitch said, reading her mind. "Margaret wouldn't suspect you of anything."
"I think I'll just go right to bed," she said, leaping from the car almost before it stopped. Mitch reached after her but she jogged up the lawn and into the kitchen entrance. She saw Lee's car parked at the side of the house. He was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich as she hurried through.
"Hey, how's it going Alice?" he smiled. He was shirtless and barefoot. She could see the familiar lines of his belly, the few sprigs of cockhair that curled up from under his belt.
"Good night."
"Want to watch some television?" he asked, coming towards her. "There's a good movie on."
"No thanks, I'm pretty wasted."
Alice went up the steps two at a time. She wondered what Lee had in mind. She knew it would be something besides television before the night was over. That's why she wanted to get to the safety of her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and stripped off her clothes. She was marked with the hot cum that had spurted from her uncle's cock.
"How could I have done such a thing?" she asked herself. She ran a bath and got in. The water had a soothing effect and she tried not to think of what had happened in the darkened booth with her uncle. It was almost unbelievable. It was incest. It was everything wrong and nothing right. But the memory did other things to her too. She was tingling with the thought of the way his cock had felt as the jizz had fountained from the tip. She hadn't thought about it much but remembered how it had jerked in her palm. She'd felt the thick curds forcing up through that tube. She soaped a rag quickly and ran it across her big breasts as if to wipe away her guilt.
"Oh, God, it felt good to have him touching me," she moaned as she washed her pussy as quickly and lightly as she could. Alice was afraid that too much touching would make her want to play with herself again. She used the towel roughly as she dried. She wanted to stop thinking, thinking, and thinking. But it was no use. She couldn't resist having a look at what had been done to her body. She found the hand mirror and closed the lid of the toilet so she could sit down. Then she parted her freshly bathed thighs and held the mirror down as she pried the still swollen labia apart. She could see her clit and the reddened surrounding flesh.
"Wow!" She blinked and stared harder. "There sure is a little hole there now. It's bigger than it ever was when I used to fingerfuck myself."
It was awful to be doing things like this, but Alice licked her thumb thoroughly and pressed it down between her inner lips. Her thumb was about the same size as Uncle Mitch's middle finger. She pressed against the stretched opening in her hymen and watched her digit slip out of sight. It went in with a smooth sucking noise and the shivery glow of pleasure came within seconds. It was good, but not as good as when Mitch had done it.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Mitch, do it some more!" She pulled her thumb out and pushed it in again. But the bathroom was so bright. And the toilet was so hard and cold. She washed her thumb in the basin and padded into her room to find a nightie. She chose a short gown and just left the bottoms in her drawer. She knew that as soon as the lights were off she'd have to touch herself. So why pretend otherwise. She gave one last glance at her blonde hair and pert, upturned nose and jumped in bed.
In the darkness her thoughts tumbled one over the other. She imagined what Mitch's cock looked like. She remembered the hot sap flooding down over that head. That knobbed, blood-heated head. God, to have something like that up inside her! She shook these thoughts away and eased a finger down her belly until she could hook it under her mound. The downy curls parted and she began to gently massage her clit.
"Uhhh. Yuhhhh," she groaned, pumping her ass up and down on the mattress. Her legs parted and she pointed and spread her toes apart as she worked herself up into a slick lather. "Ohhhh, why does it feel so good? Why?"