Russell Stevens paced the floor of his motel room, trying hard not to shoot off in his pants with each step he took. His cock was stiffer than it had been in years. He hadn't been this horny probably since he was seventeen, not since the days when he used to fuck those hot teenager teases, those little bitch sluts he'd gone to high school with.
God, that was a long time ago! Nineteen years since he'd been seventeen. He was getting old. But shit, he didn't feel any different – at least, not today. Today he felt seventeen again. He might easily shoot off in his pants before she arrived – very easily. He squeezed his cock like a young teen trying to keep from pissing in his pants, then checked his watch for the twentieth time.
She said she'd meet him here at noon. Maybe he'd told her the wrong motel, or the wrong room number. Christ! But what could he do now? Call home and say to his wife, "Norma, honey, has Penny left yet?" Norma would suspect something right off the bat. She already suspects something, he thought.
His wife had been acting strangely ever since Penny arrived. She'd been flirting with him during the day and throwing herself at him at night. Her cunt hadn't been so hot and juicy since the first few times he'd fucked in the back seat of his dad's Chevy at the drive-in theater. Christ, she was a hot little bitch in those days! And now she was trying to be that hot little bitch again – because she suspected, suspected that he had eyes for another cunt. And she was right – damn right!
The first person he'd noticed among the crowd of newly arrived passengers at the airport four days ago was a foxy black-haired teenager chick dressed in jeans and a tight – a very tight – T-shirt. What a pair of tits! Nipples practically poking holes in her shirt. And the way she moved, wiggling her ass slowly, like some chick you rarely see anywhere except in the movies. Christ! Every Goddamned male in the airport was drooling over her, and she knew it. He could tell that she knew it.
And then, Christ, she walked right up to him – up to him! And Christ, she was his niece, Penny – his very own niece. The last time he'd seen her she'd looked like a runt tomboy. But now – oh Christ – Christ, she'd changed.
Russell checked his watch again. Twelve-twenty-five. If she didn't show up, he'd throw himself out the window of the motel room. The room was five stories up, enough to do the job. He laughed, at least tried to. The black haired Lolita had driven him out of his head. Christ, here he was, locked in a motel room he'd rented under an assumed name – at fifty bucks a night yet, and for the next five days – waiting for his brother's teenage daughter to show up and spread her legs for him.
Christ, that was almost as bad as waiting here to fuck his own daughter – not that he hadn't daydreamed about it at times. Shit, it was only natural. Fern was as sexy in her pink blond innocence as Penny was in her sultry dark sensuousness. What could any guy with functioning balls do but get the hots for the pretty blond? It was only natural, he'd told himself again and again. Even if Fern was his own daughter, it was only natural to once in a while have fantasies, to once in a while ache to get inside her pussy.
Twelve-thirty. She wasn't going to show up. He knew it – she wasn't going to show. Maybe she'd just been toying with him. She had the capability to destroy a guy. He could tell that from the moment he'd first seen her. Even if she did show up, even if she let him sink his prick into her cunt, she could always blackmail him later. She was wicked, devious. Anybody could see that. But, oh, Christ, that made her even more desirable, made him want her even more!
Come on, you bitch, he thought. And he undressed, dropping his clothes on the floor where he stood, letting his painfully hard prick spring free into the air. If she came, he'd be ready for her. If she didn't, he'd jerk off all over the motel's blue shag carpet. As he cupped his balls, feeling how bloated they were, how near to bursting with cum, the door vibrated with quick, skipping knocks.
"Uncle Russ? You in there? Uncle Russ? I'm here. It's Penny, Uncle Russ." She shouted loud enough for the first floor of the motel to hear her.
Russell fumbled with the safety chain. Now why in the hell did I double-lock the door? he wondered, trying to shush up the dizzy bitch at the same time.
"Quiet down, Penny! Not so loud! Shhhh!" He got the door open, and Penny bounced in, wearing a bikini that showed half her asscrack and the top edges of her areolas. He wondered if she was late because she'd been arrested for indecent exposure.
"Uncle Russ, you're beautiful," she said, running her hands up and down his back and over his bare ass. Then she reached around and grabbed his cock. "Oooh, you're all ready for me! I can't wait!"
Russell almost shot off from the touch of her hands. "Wait," he gasped, "till I get the door closed."
He trembled as he double-locked the door again. The brass safety chain rattled against the doorjamb as he fought to steady his hands.
"Was anybody out in the hall?" he asked. "Do you think anybody saw you come in here?"
"Didn't see anybody," Penny said casually. "Why?"
"No reason," Russell said, sliding the safety chain into the catch at last. Because I could be put away for twenty years if anybody caught me in here with you, he thought to himself. Dizzy little teenage bitch! And he turned around.
Penny held out her arm's to him. "Here I am, you big sexy man!"
And she wrapped herself around him – stark naked. She'd stripped in the few seconds it had taken him to lock the door. Her nipples poked into his abdomen like hot spikes.
"Oh, I've waited so long to feel you. I could tell you wanted to fuck me, even at the airport." She licked at his hairy chest.
Russell's cock jerked, shot through with hot needles of sex-sensation. He pushed the girl away, holding his breath. His cock stood straight up, quivering dangerously close to orgasm. Don't waste it, he told himself. Hold [missing text].
"What's wrong?" Penny asked, looking stunned.
"You got me so hot that I almost came," he said, forcing a laugh. He was shaking so hard he could hardly stand. "What took you so long?"
Penny lifted one of her tits and licked the nipple. She grinned up at him devilishly. "Had to ditch Fern," she said.
"Fern? You came down here with Fern? For God's sake, you didn't tell her anything, did you?" The little bitch didn't have a brain in her head. She had it all down in her cunt.
"Of course not," Penny said. "We rode down on our bikes – to the see the carnival on the boardwalk, I told her. She met a friend, and I sneaked off. Told her I'd meet her back there in an hour or two."
"Thank God!" Russell said. "Fern can't ever find out about us. I mean that. Do you understand, darling? She can't ever find out."
Penny cupped both her big tits and juggled them up and down, as if trying to hypnotize him with them. The little girl had huge cherries, almost purple, and larger than silver dollars.
"Of course, Uncle Russ," she said. "I ain't that stupid – to tell Fern that me and her daddy are lovers."
Lovers! he thought. Oh, Jesus Christ! And he'd done nothing yet but rent this room and arrange to meet her here.
"I've rented the room until the day you leave," he said. "I'll be free from work every noon hour, and maybe a little longer. If you can get here by noon, we'll have more time." His voice quavered, sounding so unlike his own.
She smiled wickedly. "Oooh, this is just like a soap opera."
Her eyes fell, on his cock, following its throbbings. She licked her lips, and as she did so Russell almost shot off in the air. She was the sexiest female he'd ever laid eyes on – and there she stood, all his, and salivating over his cock. She was like a girl out of his wildest dreams.
Penny stepped toward him suddenly, and slid down his body as if he were a greased pole. Her hard nipples felt like hot fingertips against his skin. She fell to her knees, hugging his ass and kissing his swollen balls while she cooed like a baby getting its bottle.
"Christ, Penny!" he gasped, running his fingers through her soft hair. Her scalp was warm, and it moved under his fingers.
"Mm! Uncle Russ!" Penny mumbled, sucking on his balls.
Then she buried her pretty nose under his nuts and licked toward his ass. Russell felt as if he had a hundred wriggling tongues up his asshole. He braced his hands on her shoulders to steady himself.
Penny licked all around his balls. She sucked his nuts into her mouth one at a time, gently massaging each with her tongue and teeth. Liquid sounds came from her mouth, and she continued to coo. The cum bubbled in Russell's balls, getting ready to erupt.
"Penny," he said, "maybe we should get onto the bed. You know, before I…"
She giggled and squealed, cutting off his words. Her hands wrapped around the base of his cockshaft and she bent it down, half chinning herself on it, it was standing up so hard and strong. She lapped at the underside of his cock with wet, wide strokes. As her tongue wiped across the rear of his cockhead, Russell felt his prick nearly split down the middle with need. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and impaled her face on his cock. His cockrod slid straight down her throat – all eight inches of it. He felt her nose squash against his hairy groin, felt her chin bounce against his bloated, rubbery balls, felt the muscles of her hot throat quiver around his cocklance.
"Suck it!" he grunted. "Suck off my prick!"
He fucked at her face, driving his cock in and out of her mouth, in and out of her throat.
A strange feeling of power filled him, a strange feeling of meanness.
No female had ever before sucked his cock. He'd never fucked any woman's mouth. All he'd ever done was fuck cunt. When he'd been in high school, the girls just didn't do that sort of thing – they'd probably never heard about cocksucking in those days. And Norma, Norma wouldn't do it, refused to do it. He had asked her a few times, but she'd looked at him as if he were crazy. He didn't ask her any more.
Penny clawed into his asscheeks, squeezing them, massaging them. She bounced her head up and down wildly, growling in her throat like a dog fighting for a bone. Her throat undulated, her tongue churned; she slurped and munched, licked and kissed. Her mouth and throat felt as hot and tight and writhing inside as any cunt Russell had ever fucked. She was a Goddamn cocksucking bitch – hot, sexy, sweet – and she was his niece, his very own niece!
Russell lifted up and down on his toes, dancing with pleasure. He groaned loudly, grunting like a bull. He didn't care if the whole motel heard him, didn't care if the whole world heard him. Goddamn, he was fucking a teenage girl's mouth, his very own niece's mouth! And he didn't care who knew it! In fact, he wanted the world to know it – the entire world!
"Suck my cock!" he grunted. "Suck the cum out of my prick! Oh, yeah, suck my cum out and swallow it!"
Penny rolled her pretty black eyes up at him. They were glazed with lust, glazed with pleasure. She looked as if she were in the grip of a perpetual orgasm. Spit gushed down over his balls, making her chin squirm against them. Her hot nipples rubbed at his thighs. She moaned insanely, sucking hard. Russell couldn't stand this another second.
"I'm coming!" he gasped. "Oh, sweet Jesus, mmmmm – ohhhhhhh!"
Hot pokers of cum zipped through the core of his cock like greased ropes. His hips jerked, jolted by spasms of pleasure. He clung to his niece's warm head, drowning her with his cum.
"Every drop," he grunted. "Take it all. Ohh, Christ!"
Penny moaned, her throat contracting as if it were a spasming cunt. She was swallowing every drop, sucking down every fucking drop! Russell couldn't believe it, but he writhed, pumping his whole load of hot cum down his niece's throat.