After Pat and Beth left her room, Roxie continued to sob long and hard. How she wished that she could take back every unkind, snobbish word she had spoken to her relatives since her arrival. How she wished she could start all over again. If she had her way, she would just now be stepping down from the train and greeting her family with an open-minded attitude. She would really listen to them and get to know them and their way of life without making any harsh judgments.
She sighed and sat up in bed, knowing that it was too late to undo anything. Feeling dirty and grubby now, she decided that she would take a shower. Maybe she would feel better after that. Then, maybe, she could have a good, long talk with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. After all, she reasoned as she headed for the shower, Kip, Aunt Pat, and Beth all had their revenge with me. Surely, they'll be ready to forgive me now.
But the young girl had not reckoned with Uncle Art. For she had humiliated him in a way he could never forgive… not until he exacted his own measure of revenge on the teenager for her cruel actions with him.
When Roxie stepped out of the shower, she dried herself and then walked nakedly into the bedroom.
"Well, well, if it isn't the little city girl," Uncle Art spat out nastily.
"Oh, God, you scared me. I didn't know you were here," Roxie said as she spun around to face her uncle. She saw an angry, twisted expression on his face and she shrank back from him in alarm. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"
Art stood there with his balled fists on his lean hips. His eyes moved up and down his niece's body, focusing on her bobbing tits and little pussy, which was still damp from the shower.
"Don't look at me like that," Roxie mumbled as she tried to cover her nakedness with both hands.
"You little bitch!" Art growled. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You come into our home and put us down again and again. You cock-tease the holy shit out of me. You suck my cock until you come. But you throw me out of here before I can come. And then you stand there and have the gall to tell me not to look at you! Well, Roxie, you asked me what I want – and I'll tell you what I want. I'm gonna have my turn with you now. I'm gonna fuck your brains out!"
"Oh, God, no!" Roxie gasped, feeling a bolt of fear pass through her. She glanced down and saw that her uncle's cock was so stiff and hard that it was tenting the crotch of his pants.
"Don't tell me no, cunt!" Uncle Art yelled, moving toward the frightened teen.
The whimpering teenager instinctively moved back, but then she felt the backs of her legs strike the edge of her bed and she knew at that instant that there would be no getting away from Uncle Art or his sexual revenge.
"Pleeeease don't hurt me, Uncle Art!" she whined helplessly, her voice shaking.
"Ha!" Uncle Art snarled. "Don't you think you've been hurting me and my family ever since you set foot in our house?"
"I-I'm sorry," Roxie murmured.
"Oh, sure, now you're sorry – but only because you know that you're about to be fucked raw!"
Roxie tried to move back farther as her uncle advanced toward her and she found herself falling backwards onto the bed. Uncle Art was suddenly on the bed, too. He knelt on each side of her hips, his eyes narrow slits of anger as he glared down at her.
"You deserve anything and everything I do to you, bitch!" he said, raising one hand up in the air as if to strike her.
"Nooo," Roxie whimpered, flinching away from the blow that she knew was to come.
The man slapped his niece hard across her face several times, sending her head flopping back and forth on the bed.
"Oh, God, it buns!" she whined, feeling more and more frightened.
Never had she had seen the kind man filled with so much rage. And it filled her with tremendous guilt to realize that she was the cause of all that anger.
"It hurt me too, when you didn't let me come," Art said. "I'm gonna have some fun with you now, bitch, and it's up to you whether to fight me or not. Maybe it'll just be more fun for me if you do fight me. But if you fight me too hard, I'll have to tie you up. Is that what you want? Do you want to be tied down to this bed?"
"No!" Roxie yelled, desperate not to be bound to the bed. "I'll try not to fight you. I'll let you do what you want."
"Good, because you really don't have much choice, one way or another," Art said with a husky laugh.
Roxie knew that she would be no match for this muscular man who seemed even stronger in all his anger. She would have to do her best to just lie there and not struggle too much. How bad can it be? she asked herself now. I'll just lie here and spread my legs. He'll stick his cock in my pussy and fuck me until he comes. Then he'll leave me alone.
She whimpered helplessly as she watched her uncle's fingers unzipping his jeans. He reached in and pulled his hard-on out.
"God!" she cried as she saw the enormity of his prick.
"Big enough for you, slut?" the man asked, delighted by the way she was eyeing his cock.
He wrapped one large hand around the base of his huge cock and stroked it lewdly. Then he let his pants slip down and, lifting up one leg at a time, he managed to wriggle free of them without loosening his leg-hold against the girl's hips for longer than a few seconds at a time. His hand swept down and scooped up his hairy, cum-loaded balls. Then he let them flop back down.
"Let the games begin… suck my cock!" he demanded, moving up on his knees until he was obscenely straddling his niece's face. His gigantic prick was now only about an inch away from her mouth.
Roxie's eyes widened with fear. This was something she had not counted on. Her uncle had said that he warned to fuck her, so she had fully expected him to do just that and then to leave her alone. But now he was ordering her to suck him off. Even though the girl usually loved sucking cock, she could not summon one shred of desire as she stared at Uncle Art's cock. For one thing, he was ordering her around and treating her so roughly. All she felt was fear.
If it had been her idea to suck him off, as it had been the other time, that would have been one thing. She could have really gotten into that. But the fact that he was demanding it of her both frightened her and turned her off. Also, she realized as she continued to stare helplessly at the enormous cock, she couldn't forget how she had sucked him off that other time and then didn't let him come. She remembered how she had thrown him out of her room with his raging hard-on, and she felt such an overwhelming guilt that she knew there was no way that she could suck him off now with any feeling but revulsion. She knew now how shamefully she had acted and the last thing she wanted was to be reminded of what she had done to her uncle. Seeing his big hard cock twitching right above her face, there was no way she could think of anything else.
"Nooo, pleeease don't make me suck you," she whined.
Again, Uncle Art raised his hand high in the air and again he slammed it down against her face, leaving a vivid red handprint on her snow-white flesh.
"Yeoooowwww!" she cried, tears of pain filling her eyes.
"That's just a little taste of what you'll get if you don't suck me off – and right now!" the man snarled. "Now get your bitchy little mouth on my cock and suck me good! And this time you'll make me come, and this time you'll swallow it all, whore!"
Knowing that she had no choice, and not wanting to take a chance on being tied down to the bed, Roxie now raised her head and moved her mouth closer to the stiff prick, trying hard to stifle her sobs.
"Do it!" Uncle Art said with a lust-filled grimace as he glared down at her.
With a little helpless whimper, Roxie opened her mouth wide and curled her moist lips around the thick cock. She instinctively moved one hand up to hold the cock steady at the base.
"Yeah!" Uncle Art cried, feeling a wild bolt of incestuous excitement shoot through his loins. "Now I've got you right where I want you, haven't I, bitch?"
Roxie was unable to speak around the thick prick in her mouth. She flared her nostrils and inhaled deeply. To her surprise and delight, the musky aroma of Uncle Art's hard cock made her senses reel. Her lips stretched out wider to engulf the fat knob of rubbery cockmeat until the rim of the pulsing cockhead was inside her mouth at last.
"Suck me, bitch! Suck me good and hard!" Uncle Art groaned as he pushed his hips forward and down.
Roxie gurgled, feeling the cockshaft fucking deeper into her mouth. She lashed out with her tongue, its tip swirling around the thick, throbbing prickmeat.
"Ha!" the man laughed triumphantly. "You're getting off on this! I can tell!"
He stared down at her bobbing head, his eyes glazing over with fuck-lust. He watched his niece mouthing and licking the end of his cock, and he groaned with lewd pleasure.
Oh, God, Roxie thought. I can't believe this! Uncle Art's cock feels so hard and good in my mouth… I'm really turning onto this. I love it. And my little pussy's getting all wet with juice!
Her mouth clung greedily to her uncle's cock with a hard, steady suction, the tip of her tongue still whipping against it.
Uncle Art humped his hips again and the girl moaned with excitement as she felt his prickhead gouging deeper. Her head bobbed back, then she came hungrily forward to suck more and more of his cockmeat into her ravenous mouth.
She swirled her tongue in hard lashes around the hard cock while sucking still harder. Art slipped one strong hand behind her head and pushed forward, forcing his niece to take even more of the throbbing length of his stiff prick. And still mare.
Roxie gagged as Uncle Art tried to ram his cock right down her throat. She felt herself instinctively resisting. His cock was too big and thick to take down her throat, and the violent way he was trying to plunge it down her aching gullet made her twist her face and try to pull back from him.
"Agghhh," she gasped around the throatful of hard cockmeat.
"Now you can deep-throat me, slut!" Uncle Art said with a grin of satisfaction.
He slowly pulled his cock out from the hold of Roxie's throat but his hand kept a tight grip on her head.
"Okay, Roxie, get ready… here it comes again! Take it all, bitch!" he growled.
Roxie gasped frantically for air for the split second before the man's body lurched forward.
She gurgled as she felt the massive prick jamming back into the sucking tunnel of her throat. Again, she felt surprised. For the violence of the man's movement turned the girl on, and she felt her pussy drooling with more and more juice.
"Keep sucking me, bitch! I'm gonna give you a whole load of cum to swallow in a few minutes," Art said.
Her uncle's lewd words excited the teenager and she moaned with lust as she deep-throated his throbbing prick. The next time Art pulled his prick almost all the way out of her mouth, Roxie used her tongue to lick every bit of the hard cockmeat. Every time her tongue lapped against his prick, his ass shuddered against her tits. Then he swung his ass about in a powerful motion and fucked her mouth.
Harder and deeper, the man fucked his niece's mouth. His cock was as hard as a rock now and Roxie wondered how much longer he could last before coming. She found herself longing for that thrilling moment when her mouth would be flooded with his cum. No longer did she feel any fear. No longer did her guilt keep her from enjoying this forced blowjob, although she still felt ashamed of her past actions with her country relatives. But, all she was really aware of now was the fat cock fucking in and out of her face, and her own strong incestuous lust, which pounded through her loins. She needed to have her own orgasm as desperately as she needed to swallow Uncle Art's jism.
"Yeah, that's good, real good," Uncle Art grunted as he bounced up and down on her tits and fucked his bursting prick deeper into her mouth and throat. He rotated his hips lewdly, fucking the girl's hot mouth with his pulsating prick.
The young girl groaned with excitement, feeling the thick prick throbbing mightily against the walls of her throat. She clenched her throat muscles against the sides of the stiff cock and was delighted when it began to throb all the harder, jerking slightly now.
Now, Uncle Art was all but leaping up from his niece's chest, fucking his thick, throbbing prick to the balls.
"Ooooohhhmmfff," Roxie groaned, feeling Uncle Art's cream-loaded balls bumping against her chin. His ass whirled about in a wide circle, his big cock reaming out her hard-sucking throat.
"Ohhh, yeah, you really know how to suck cock! You're deep-throating your uncle's cock really good. You like doing it, too. You can't kid me!"
Roxie tightened her mouth-and-throat hold on her uncle's prick. She felt like screaming with joy when she felt his hands suddenly clasping her tits. He rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers, pinching them until she felt like fainting with pleasure. Yes, she wanted to scream and cry out as her uncle and his fat cock turned her on more and more. But, her mouth was so absolutely stuffed with puking cockmeat that she had to be content with moaning and groaning. She knew that Uncle Art would have a fit if she tried to slip her mouth off of his cock even for just one second. And she had to admit to herself that, at that thrilling cock sucking moment, she would rather die than to release Uncle Art's cock for even a split second.
As she took the full length of Uncle Art's cock down her clasping throat, she squeezed both hands round the base of his cock, sucking him harder and harder. She moved her head up and down almost violently on his cock. She knew that she would come soon, and she also knew that she needed that orgasm more than she had ever needed anything before in her life.
"Do it, you cock-teasing slut! Suck your uncle's cock! Deep-throat it! Yeah, that's it!" Art groaned.
As he fucked deeply into her face, Roxie flared her nostrils to allow herself to breathe around the thickness of his cock. Again and again, she sucked as hard as possible as the swollen prick fucked in and out of her throat.
"Get ready, tease! This is it! Gonna pop!" Uncle Art cried, throwing his head back.
Roxie saw the blue veins of his neck standing out in bold relief against his tanned flesh and she trembled, realizing that she was about to receive a mouthful of his cum. She knew that the thrill of eating her own uncle's jism was bound to make her come, too, and she could hardly wait.
Uncle Art's hips lurched wildly and his cock flexed and bounced off the walls of her throat. Suddenly, a huge, hot wad of cum shot from his bursting cock and splashed into Roxie's mouth. It was quickly followed by another until the man was pumping a torrent of jism into his niece's eagerly sucking mouth.
"Swallow my fucking cum, bitch!" Uncle Art roared. "Swallow it all down like you refused to do before! Yeah, swallow it all, cunt!"
He fucked between her lips and more and more spurts of hot jizz filled Roxie's mouth. She eagerly swallowed the cum down.
Just as Uncle Art's prick quit shooting cum, she felt the beginning of her own orgasm and she moaned with relief. At last! She needed to come so badly. Even though there was no more cum for Roxie to swallow, just the thrill of having her uncle's still-pulsing prick between her lips was going to bring her off.
Or so she thought. For, just then, Uncle Art cruelly jerked his prick out of her mouth.
"Ha! You little bitch! You thought I was actually going to let you come, didn't you?"
"Oh, God, no, you can't do this to me!" she wailed, tears of sexual frustration filling her eyes.
"Why not? It's exactly what you did to me, you little cunt. Or don't you remember that?" Uncle Art sneered as he rubbed his hot cockhead all over her face, deliberately teasing her.
Roxie trembled as she felt little drops of his sticky cum covering her face. The lewd sensation just aroused her all the more, and she realized that her uncle knew that. If only he'd keep doing that, she thought feverishly, if only he'd keep rubbing his cock all over my face, maybe that will make me come. It feels so good! Her little pussy twitched at that moment, as if in agreement with her obscene thought.
"Don't want to give you too much pleasure," Uncle Art said with another laugh, as if fully aware of what was going on in his niece's tortured mind.
"But-but… Uncle Art, I need to come!" Roxie wailed, bursting into sobs.
"Too fucking bad, bitch! But, don't worry. If you're real lucky, maybe you'll get to come when I fuck you," Uncle Art said, climbing off the girl's chest.
He got off the bed and stood at its side, looking down at his niece with an amused expression on his face. Roxie was moaning and writhing about frantically, her little pussy burning and throbbing with unrelieved need.
"You bastard!" she cried, glaring at him angrily.
"We'll just see if you still feel that way after I give you a good hard fuck," Uncle Art said as he cased himself onto the bed next to her.