That day the entire house erupted into bedlam and the result was that Nancy found herself sitting in the town bus station, Barry beside her. They had been literally thrown out, amidst her mother's tears and his father's curses.
"Well, we really screwed up," Barry said. "It was all my fault."
"It was both our faults. What should we do now?"
"You tell me. I'm broke. You got any money?"
"Yes, but not much. Listen, I have an uncle and aunt that live in Barstow, California. I've stayed with them a few times before. Mother's never in touch with them any more, so she couldn't tell them what happened. We could call them, tell them wfre engaged or something, and I'm sure they'd let us stay with them a few weeks until we got ourselves organized. It's a small town but maybe we could both get jobs."
"Any port in a storm, baby. A few weeks and my old man will cool down and we'll be able to go back to the ranch."
"I'm never going back there. When I get enough money, I'm going to Hollywood and try my luck at acting. All my life I've wanted to be an actress."
"Actress? You're nuts."
"Well, anyway,. I'm going to try. You're welcome to come along if you want. Maybe we could make it together in Hollywood?'
"Shit, no. I'll come back to the ranch after a few weeks. Go phone your aunt and uncle. If they say okay, have we got enough for bus fare to Barstow?"
"Just barely?'
Nancy. decided against calling her Aunt Dotty arid Uncle Cliff collect. Best they didn't know how bad things really were.
Her uncle answered the phone, and readily
agreed to putting them up. As a matter of fact, he seemed overjoyed. A bit too overjoyed, Nancy thought as she left the phone booth. And she knew why. Uncle Cliff had been just aching to get his paws on her when her mother wasn't around to play watchdog.
Hours later, their bus drew up in Barstow. Nancy looked around the station until she spotted her Aunt Dotty and Uncle Cliff. Nancy was not particularly fond of her aunt and uncle. Her aunt was really okay, but her uncle made her feel uneasy whenever she was alone in a room with him. His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel naked. His hands would always be accidentally brushing against her ass or across her tits as he pretended to reach for something. She was glad that Barry was with her. Maybe he would keep his dirty hands to himself with Barry around.
They made themselves comfortable at the house, and soon it was dinnertime. They ate and Barry and Nancy went out for a walk in the moonlight. As they kissed, Nancy could feel a burning sensation in her cunt, gnawing at her. She stood very still, looking at Barry almost coyly.
Her tits were barely covered by the low, tight fit of her dress and Barry could see the tautness of the flesh on her ribs as it strained against the material and accentuated the proud thrust of her tits. She moved closer to him, the flesh of her thighs rippling.
Barry felt his cock grow hot and it began to
pulse under his trousers. He felt helpless against its throbbing and pushing, and the ache to grab her and fuck her right there out in the fields raced through his body.
Coming to a barn, they both entered. She reached out for him, held him lightly and began to breathe heavily. Her hands clasped his neck and pulled his face down against her so that their cheeks caressed as she pressed and bumped her cunt-mound against his erect cock.
He buried his lips in her neck and moved his hand quiveringly down her smooth, flawless flesh until it was hidden in the confines of her dress. As his exploring fingers reached the top of her hips, he strained her body against him. His hands moved until they were cupping her buff-cheeks in sensual ecstasy. He crushed her against his cock until it hurt him, torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth and hard as she strained into him then she relaxed and her ass-cheeks expanded fully into his hands.
Her arms moved around, his neck and the pressure was so reat that when she kissed him, his lips were crushed back on his teeth and he could hardly breathe.
His hands ran over her body with a growing urgency, over the fullness of her tits, the roundness of her thighs. His fingen began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up until he could feel the soft silk of her panties She moaned quietly under his persistent
touch and pulled him down to the hay-covered floor of the barn. His fingers found the tight elastic of her legband and gently, but firmly, he pushed them inside until he could feel her soft cunt-mound.
Nancy wriggled under his touch, knowing that she could stop him but straining her body toward his fingers at the same time. Slowly he tugged at the brief panties until she lay completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch and every wanton caress.
His cock was throbbing wildly inside the tight confines of his pants. Reluctantly, Barry released one hand and tugged at the zipper of his fly. He had to free his pulsing, demanding cock. He had to have relief from this sweet torture as the urgency of his passion seemed to become unbearable. His swollen cock gave an involuntary jolt, moving sharply towards his belly as he released it.
Nancy moaned softly as she stared at his thick, warm prick-shaft as it jerked upwards. It sent a desire through her that she had never felt before. She found it difficult to believe the size his cock had grown to.
Sharply she turned on her side, jutting her smooth, round ass towards him. She reached behind him and pulled him towards her until she could feel the hardness and the jerking of his cock against her belly.
He let his hands wander down towards her cunt and slowly began to finger her pussy-mound,
searching for the tiny hair-lined slit and protective lips. He found the hard little clit,. which he
massaged gently while Nancy moaned and writhed furiously under his touch.
"Oh, that feels so good, she breathed as she let her hands drop down to caress his throbbing cock. He gasped at the suddenness of her touck against his bare meat.
It was almost too much for Barry to take. He began to rock his body back and forth as her hand grasped tighter and tighter around his cock. It was too much and he finally found the tight, elastic slit of her cunt and forcefully drove a finger deep into her soft, warm fuck-hole. She gasped in pain and shock at the sudden intrusion.
"Oh, baby,. stop! It hurts. You'll have to do it slower, baby. Not so hard."
But Barry was breathing too rapidly now to listen to her plea and continued the punishing,
movement of his fingers, more quickly and powerfully. Nancy could feel the pressure begin to lessen as her cunt began to lubricate with her juice.
She tried to push Barry away, but the weight of his body prevented her from moving her hands. His cock was jerking and, throbbing wildly now as it pushed in and out of her tightly, clenched fist. He felt that he couldn't wait, he was about to shoot his load and he wanted to ram his prick deep into her cunt. He had to fuck her now!
Nancy. began to cough out sounds until he wasn't sure whether he was really hurting her or
whether she was involved in some choking passion. With a great effort he slowed his finger-fucking rhythm and tried to force her over on her back so that he could fuck her as she should be fucked.
"No, Barry. We mustn't do this."
Ignoring his stepsister's pleas, Barry forced her backward until her cant lay completely open, exposed and easy to fuck. His cock was about to burst, and he reached down to pry her fingers away from his thick, stiffened staff, so that he could stick his dick into her puffy gash.
As her fingers felt the hard, rounded head of the big cock leave her grip, he gasped, "Shit! I'm going to come. I'm going to come now."
Nancy felt a sudden bursting, and then a sticky substance covered the palm of her hand as his hips thrust forward wildly in passion. She could feel the jerking of his cock as it shot his sperm all over her hand and the barn floor. Finally, with a last weakening thrust, he flopped forward onto her, his cock deflating and slipping out of her hand.
Slowly he rolled over onto his back, trying to avoid her gaze and zip his pants at the same time. All of a sudden he felt strange.
Nancy just lay there, her skirt pulled up around her waist, her panties at her ankles. She looked at him, or looked through him. Barry wasn't sure.
They pulled themselves together and left the barn. Nancy noticed a shadow across the doorway. It was her uncle! Nancy wondered how long he had been there.
Nancy went straight to her room after saying good night to Barry. As she lay on her bed fully clothed, she thought about her experience with Barry in the barn. She had never felt a desire grow so strong. Her cunt still ached, and she dreamily let her hands roam over the voluptuous curves of her body. Her full, white tits were still taut from Barry's caresses.
She played with her hard, pink nipples, making them stand even more erect, and she pinched them, between her fingers until they ached with lust. She rubbed them, lifting her tits so that they were cupped lazily in her hinds.
The touch made her feel drowsily sexy and very unfulfilled. Her attention was soon directed to the softness of her burning thighs and the maddening feeling which burned deep in her cunt. She pressed her legs tightly together, letting her firm, full thighs rub excitingly against the soft pulsing lips of her cunt around the empty room;
She looked quick1y then, licking her lips in secret anticipation, she slowly pulled her dress up over her thighs until the white strips of satin-covered elastic which held up her stockings were exposed.
She raised them gently away from the softness of her legs and let them fall back with a faint,
exciting snap onto her bare flesh. She raised herself off the bed, quickly pushed aside the crotchband of her bikini panties and let her fingers stray casually to the lips of her pussy: She plucked at the
soft flesh, sliding her fingers along the warm, wet slit.
They dipped slightly into her throbbing cunt-hole. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that she shouldn't really be doing this, but she couldn't stand the pressure that was building deep inside her.
Nancy spread her legs wide and propped her feet up on the wall next to her bed, making sure her thighs were far apart. She stared down, watching with fascination as her fingers gradually parted the soft strands of pussy hair and drew the lips of her cunt gently apart, revealing the wet, open red slit running down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her butt.
She teased her forefinger along her exposed gash, pressing gently into the soft, wet flesh. Her fingernail scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her clitoris, making it stand up at attention.
Her middle finger slipped into the very center of her throbbing cunt, working its way, insistently, deep into the warm, moist red hole.
She slitted her eyes and played with her aching pussy, tickling and wiggling her finger in and out of her tiny cunt-hole until her butt-cheeks were twitching automatically.
Her other hand wandered back to her full, white tits1etting her fingers roll the warm flesh and pinch the stiffened nipples. Her desire had now become almost uncontrollable. Her fingers were squishing in and out of her cunt feverishly.
She wiggled her asscheeks violently, thrusting her cunt upon the intruding fingers. She wanted to be fucked right-now. Why hadn't she let Barry fuck her? It would, have been so simple. She remembered how his hands felt on her naked flesh, and it increased the tempo of her diddling until her fingers were flashing in and out of her aching cunt-hole at a fevered pitch.
Nancy panted desperately as the sensations in her tormented cunt increased rapidly. Her fuck-hole was dripping with juice, increasing in wetness with every deep plunge of her fingers until she could feel it oozing in a stream down her hand. She could feel her ankles drumming helplessly on the wall, and she stuck her fingers up her cunt even more deeply. She wished she had Barry's wiggling finger up her asshole now; driving her wild. Just the thought of it produced a thrill in her shitter and the little button-hole squeezed at the imaginary finger.
Clenching her thumb and forefinger over her nipple, Nancy pinched hard, bruising the tip slightly. Suddenly, she lay completely still, ready on the brink of orgasm.
Nancy tensed, tightening her muscles in violent, uncontrolled contractions as she felt her cunt. explode. She let herself writhe in complete and utter abandonment as she felt the thrill of orgasm bubble deep inside.
She Let out a long sigh relief and slowly and gently withdrew her fingers from her wet cunt. The
lips closed shut as the last of her juices seeped wetly between her fingers.
Nancy closed her eyes, her fingers resting lightly on her beaver and playing softly with the hairs until her breathing returned to normal.
Finally, Nancy went into the bathroom to wash up. Since her room was in an isolated part of the house, she didn't bother to shut the bathroom door tightly. She was so elated by her come that she didn't hear footsteps in the hail. She let the water run in the shower stall and soon began to wash herself under the driving water.
The aches and frustrations seemed to wash away under her massaging, soaping hands, first from her fits and then from her cunt as the shower flushed the soap from her smooth young body. Then as an after thought, Nancy soaped the middle finger of her right hand and carefully stuck it between the soft, hot lips of her cunt. She swished the finger around the insides of her juice-filed twat, slowly diddling herself.
Uncle Cliff's heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in his pajama bottoms become bigger and harder until in a matter of moments his cock reached full erection. He let his hand go down and feel the stiff, pulsing rod as it jerked against the time material.
He gloated silently to himself, gazing at the tight hole of her ass as she bent to soap her legs. She had full butt-cheeks and perfectly shaped thighs. Her buttocks jutted nicely, with a warm-looking
dark cleavage which opened slightly as she bent forward to neat the darker point of her tiny, round shitter. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as she soaped, and they seemed to flow. up and down in a continual motion of sensuality.
Nancy straightened and turned a little. Her profile was dynamite. Her tits were high and full, white mounds of firm; soft flesh, and her belly was flat. She moved around a little more and he saw
the light muscles of her stomach working as she soaped her beaver and the intimate folds of her cunt. His cock jerked involuntarily as he watched with lust-filled eyes, not quite sure how deep she was soaping with that dainty finger. She was a picture of race and symmetry.
Uncle Cliff loosened the strings at the fly of his pajamas and pulled out his gigantic cock, stiff, throbbing, full of desire for his niece. He couldn't wait to fuck her.
He could just picture the look on her face as he went to her. He would hold her down and let his hands wander all over her voluptuous body, knead her gorgeous tits until she wanted to scream, and finally he would push his big cock up to the deepest depths of her cunt, and fuck her. He couldn't wait for her to get out of the bathroom so he could satisfy his appetite.
Nancy dried herself slowly, letting the towel rub sensually against her body. She could still feel a slight tingle in her cunt and nipples as she rubbed her tits dry. She wanted to go back to the privacy
of her room and masturbate again, but she changed her mind about that.
Without bothering to put her robe back on, she walked to her bedroom, strutting proudly stretching her body with each step. She locked the door and lazily dropped on her bed, extending her naked and sensual body out full length, and dosed her eyes to go to sleep, savoring the warm glow her body seemed to have now.
Suddenly, without actually realizing it, Nancy sat straight up. She felt somebody's eyes on her.