Chapter 5
Marcia gave her a thin smile. "I won't say anything."
"A girl needs a change once in a while." Gloria shrugged, smoked her filtertip. She was a thin-faced woman with hard, shallow eyes and a mouth that always seemed to look a little angry. "Nat fools around when he's on the road. It's no big thing." She smiled at Marcia for the first time, but there was no real emotion in it. Marcia turned to go. "Thompson's Freight Yard, you said?"
"You hurry and you might make it," Gloria said, smile gone, her little con game finished. The record ended and someone was changing it.
"Hey, Gloria, get your little ass in here, baby," the man called. He sounded half drunk. Gloria's eyes dropped and she closed the door quickly.
Marcia took a cab to Thompson's Freight Yard. She told the driver she'd tip him big if he hurried. And when he pulled up next to the big dock, Marcia thought she saw Nat's bright red tractor waiting to back under a trailer. She'd seen her uncle polishing it in the driveway of his home often enough.
The driver changed the hundred dollar bill with some grumbling and she tipped him and got out. Uncle Nat was banging on the tires of the trailer with a big hammer when she ran up.
"Hey beautiful!" He hugged her and held her back to take a look. "Why haven't you visited me lately?" Uncle Nat was taller, bigger through the shoulders than her father though their facial features were similar. Nat was somewhat more handsome, at least Marcia had always thought so. And her father was a good-looking man himself.
"Nat. . . I've just got to talk to you about some trouble I'm in."
"Couldn't be too bad. You look good." He hugged her shoulders, walked her around the rig. "Remember when you'd ride with me to Memphis and I'd take you to the amusement park?" Nat shook his head, laughed. "You'd get a tummy full of hot-dogs and take over my sleeper. I had a hell of a time getting much rest in those days." He looked at her again, eyes soft. "You were only ten. But damn, girl, you sure did grow up."
"Nat . . " She stopped, ashamed that she couldn't keep from loading her troubles on him.
"Oh yeah. . . you said you had some kind of troubles." Nat looked at his watch. "Look, sugar, I'm due out of here in ten minutes. Why don't you climb aboard and I'll use the CB to get a message to your folks." He punched her shoulder lightly. "Ain't you ready to see a little of Denver?"
Marcia grinned. She felt warm, protected. She felt so much better than she had just ten minutes before. "I don't think Mom would mind."
"And I know your old man won't." Nat grabbed a clipboard down from the cab, marked something on it. "Well shake a leg, sugar. We're on our way."
Marcia clambered up the narrow ladder and slid into the big seat. The dashboard was like she'd remembered. Full of important-looking dials that glistened with chrome and glass.
Nat swung easily up and into the seat and started the big rig going. It took them half an hour to work their way out of the freight yards and out to the interstate. Marcia was almost hypnotized watching Nat's big arms work the gears, and the even thrum of the diesel seemed so real, so comforting. It was as if Sam Philbert was, some nightmare she'd had.
She was leaving Sam now, speeding north in a big truck beside a big man. She had to fight the impulse to slip over and hold tightly to her uncle's arm. He'd been her protector since she was a child. And it turned out that he would be again.
"Okay, sugar," Nat said, getting into a road gear, letting the truck's speedometer nudge past the legal limit of fifty-five. "Let's hear all these big troubles you got."
Marcia told him everything. She told him slowly, not leaving out any details. Even the part in the hotel. She wouldn't have been able to tell even her parents that. And it wasn't exactly easy to relate to her uncle what Sam had done to her. How he'd tied her up the first time and used that... that vibrator.
Twice Marcia had to stop and sop up tears with Nat's handkerchief. He was grim-faced for a long time after she'd finished and she was afraid that he was ashamed of her. That he thought she was trashy for letting Sam get her involved. But then he took her hand and pulled her over close. She sobbed quietly against his chest as he smoothed her shoulder and talked.
"I know that bastard, see. His old man was a big shot in our local union for a while until they caught him with his hand in the till. He got into some heavier stuff after that and somebody shot hell out of him just before the D.A. was going to present evidence to a grand jury." Nat chewed a match. "Sam would like to be like his old man, but he's a punk. He's got a nightclub down in El Paso, I hear. Not a place you'd want to go to. Me either for that matter. He's got his hand in with some greyhound tracks on the coast. He's got money all right." Nat shrugged. "He's just a punk."
"But he said he might do something to my folk. . . or at least he hinted he would do something if I didn't. . ." Marcia flushed red, bit her finger. "If I didn't keep being his girl."
Nat laughed loud. "Sam Philbert doesn't have the guts for anything that heavy. He's bluffing you. He knows you're young and a little scared of him." Nat snorted and shook his head. "He doesn't even have any boys who'll do his dirty work. The Mafia keeps a close eye on him and he knows it. They wouldn't let him start acting like a real gangster."
"Oh Nat, you make me feel so much better . . . " Marcia kissed his cheek.
"When I get back from this run, I'll take a couple of buddies and we'll go lean on Sam Philbert a little bit." Nat chuckled, rubbed a bulging bicep. "He loves his fancy car and his sissy suits too much to push too hard. He's a punk, Marcia. A filthy little punk."
"I feel so ashamed that . . that it all happened." She sniffled and blinked. "You've just got to think I'm a piece of trash for ever even going out with him."
Nat smiled, pulled her close again. "You're young. Sam knows what turns a young girl's head. The car, the high life, the watch and clothes." The diesel whooshed by a carload of gawking tourists. "He knows that young girls don't go for truckers." Nat was holding back a big smile.
"I love truckers! They're the best people in the world."
Marcia nestled her head against his chest and hugged his hard stomach. She'd forgotten how much warmth her uncle was capable of when she was a little girl, she'd needed more of that than her parents had ever given her. And Nat was always there. He had no children of his own. And he always seemed a little
distant from Gloria.
Marcia was suddenly curious about what his wife had said. . . about them messing around.
"Gloria told me I could catch you if I hurried," she started, hoping to weave the conversation around to the subject of their marriage.
Nat's face hardened. "I'm surprised you could get her off her back." He found a fresh match and jammed it between his teeth. "She's got at least three back-door men. Must keep her pretty busy."
Marcia decided to let the whole thing drop. She liked Nat better when he was crazy and full of jokes.
"What say I take you out to eat when we get to Denver?"
"Sounds fun!"
"We'll make a night of it. Maybe even take in the amusement park."But it started to rain hard at Raton. By the time they'd passed Trinidad it was coming down so hard that traffic was crawling. Nat wove the giant rig patiently through the balky traffic and pushed towards Walsenburg. The spinning, red lights of a highway patrol car stopped them five miles short.
"Bridge washed out!" the patrolman called up. He looked wet, even under his slicker. "There's a train off up ahead too. Hell of a mess." The red lights looked like a flying saucer glinting off the pavement. "The road through La Junta is open, but you'll have some backtracking to do."
Marcia noticed how dark it was getting.
Nat rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "Sonofabitch. I guess we'll just pull into that rest stop up ahead and call it a night."
The patrolman waved and went back to another car who'd pulled up.
Nat parked the rig in the truck lane and the two of them ran laughing through the torrent to the rest rooms. When they were back inside the cozy cab, Nat pulled out a small duffel from under the seat. There was a box of crackers, some canned meat and cheese.
"I always try to be prepared for this kind of crap. Driving a truck, you have to be."
Marcia thought it was a wonderful meal. And when they were putting the scraps away, Nat produced yet another surprise. A slim pint of good Scotch.
"Who says truckers ain't got no taste." He swigged and passed the bottle to her.
Marcia felt the whiskey glow almost immediately. She felt better than she'd felt in months. When she leaned back, her head seemed to fit naturally in the crook of her uncle's strong arm. They'd tired of talk for a while. And slowly, inevitably the mood in the cab changed.
The idle rub of Nat's fingers on her shoulder felt too good. So strong and yet so gentle. Marcia found herself imagining a little too much. She tried to shake the thoughts away, but they kept coming back. Nat felt them too, she just knew it. He had sensed something in the heat of her thigh against his . . just the heavy, breathless silence was enough.
Marcia closed her eyes and listened to his heart. She was letting herself slip dangerously close to that... that line where two people either had to stop, or cross over. Marcia knew that the slightest gesture could now trigger things she knew were wrong.
Nat. Her loving uncle. Yes. . . loving. The affection she'd had for him as a child was stronger than ever. But she felt more. The need to make it perfect.
Oh God, what was wrong with her head! She didn't have to conjure up the word. It was there anyway. Incest. Uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters all taboo.
And in a little bit Nat would tuck her to bed in the sleeper and then sit up watching the rain with his bottle and thinking of his two-timing wife back home. How could she let him know that she wished that Oh, it was all so complicated.
"Guess you'd better climb into that old sleeper before you pass out and I have to throw you back there," Nat laughed. He patted her shoulder.
Marcia's belly was full of white light. She could be good, do what she was supposed to do. Or she could...
"Nat?"
"Yeah, sugar." His chin just touched the top of her head.
Marcia tilted her chin up, turned her face so that when he looked down their lips would.
Nat kissed her with a anguished moan. She let her head fall back as far as it would go, opened her lips to him.
"Ohhhmmmmm," she gasped against his mouth. "Ohhhh, Nat, I love you!"
He was so strong! His hard arms seemed to ask for her surrender and she ran her fingertips weakly up his chest as he kissed her again . . . and again. She could see the dark luster of his brown hair, she smoothed it with her palms, tilting her face for him again, begging with a whimper for his tongue.
Nat's hands searched her back. He didn't hesitate to pull her into a position so he could slip under the tight jersey and cup one full tit. Her naked nipple rose timidly against his palm.
Marcia writhed on the seat to get closer. Her hand slipped down onto his thigh. Her hand moved steadily toward that lump in his Levi's where she knew his cock was hot and hard and eager.
"Marcia! My little baby . . " He held both her tits now, looked at her as if he still couldn't believe how she'd grown up.
She couldn't meet his gaze for long. Uncle, incest, sin ... and yet she had been the instigator. Maybe she was just trash.
"Nat. I knew we shouldn't kiss, but I couldn't help it." Her little finger was against that lump of his cock now. She could feel his prick pulsing. God his cock seemed so big... so much bigger than Sam Philbert's.
"Okay." Nat laughed, slipped his hands away from her tits. "We've had our little fun. You get your ass up in that sleeper now, hear?" He slapped her rear.
Marcia didn't want to take her hand away from that lovely, warm lump. She looked down at his cock-lump with a pout. Nat saw her look.
"Marcia honey, your dad is my brother."
Marcia watched the muscles ripple under his shirt . . . she watched them hungrily. Outside the rain beat steadily on the metal cab. Rivers of water washed down the windshield, making the lights on the highway glitter like jewels.
They were in their own lovely private world. Marcia was past shame now. She only wanted Nat, wanted him bad enough to cry.
"Make love to me, Nat!" It was a whisper. She let her finger rub the lump of his cock lightly. Even through the layer of jeans his prick was warm to the touch. "Please . . . oh please."
Nat tilted the pint up, swallowed hard. "I ain't gonna let you have no more of this stuff. Makes you crazy."
Marcia didn't need booze. She was out of her mind. She began to whimper, started unbuttoning the front of Nat's shirt.
"I loved the way you were touching my tits . . . God, that was so sweet."
"Listen, Marcia..."
She yanked the tail out so she could undo the last button. Then she parted it, looked hotly at the thickly folded muscles of his chest. She opened her soft lips around one taut male nipple and tongued it. She'd never done anything like that in her life, hadn't met a man who'd made her want to. But if it felt so good for a girl, wouldn't a man like it too?
Nat grunted and tried to push her head away, then weakened. She lapped wildly at the knot of flesh, nipped at it with her teeth. Her other hand was working up and down his hard belly. The dark curls there tickled her palm. She pushed his shirt back over his shoulders and began to kiss the other side of his chest.
Nat caught her suddenly, firmly. He held her back by the shoulders and shook her a little.
"That's enough, Marcia!I said, that's enough!"
She sat sulking for a moment. Then she grabbed the pint from the seat and gulped.
Nat took it from her fingers after her third swallow.
She looked angrily at him. Oh GHod, it couldn't end like this. It just couldn't! Marcia knew she'd gone too far to be worried about propriety any more. And the whiskey had given her another inch of nerve.
She grabbed her jersey at the hem and yanked it off over her head. Nat's eyes locked on her tits as they bobbed free. She knew they were nice tits. They were fully matured and high on her chest. She had the nicest tits in her senior class in high school, no other girl had even come close.
Her Levi's came next. She kicked off her sandals too, snaked out of the tight blue denim. Then her panties. Nat might stop her at any moment. He might spank her good or even slap her across the face. She didn't know what he might do. But she couldn't stop.
It was hard being graceful in the cab of a truck, but she slipped the dainty silk panties off and hung them on the gear shift. Then so slowly that she could almost taste the tension of her uncle's body, she brought her hands up to frame his handsome face. She pushed her tits against his bare-chest and kissed him. It was a light, teasing kiss. She only brushed her lips over his at first, then dampened the corners of his mouth with her tongue. She breathed soft words as she gently nipped at his mouth.
She licked his chin, his cheeks, weaving her long fingers into his hair. Then she speared her tongue shyly between his teeth, pulled it quickly back and began kissing his hot lips gingerly again.
"Love me, Nat," she breathed. "Make love to me. I want to have your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me..." The word had slipped out so naturally. Marcia hid her embarrassment, kept on wetting his mouth with hers.
The second time she gave him her tongue to suck, he took it, pulled it deeply between his lips.
"You're beautiful," he gasped at last. His fingers traced the large, firm curves of her tits, her warm belly. Then he was sucking a nipple between his teeth.
Marcia gave a shuddering whine of pleasure, arched herself up to him. Her pussy flooded suddenly with juice, wetting her heel where she had it tucked beneath her body.
She climbed back into the sleeper. There was a tiny, glowing lamp that made it amber and cozy.
Nat unbuckled his pants. She heard his cowboy boots thump to the
floorboard. And then he was climbing into her arms.
When the huge welt of his cock pressed into her thigh, she jumped. The fear she felt was a surprise, a shock to her warm need. She hadn't guessed Nat's cock would be hung like that! She was almost afraid to look.
Nat moved, rumpling the covers. She let her fingers fall down the slope of his stomach, pretended by accident to find his prick.
"You're . . y-y-you're cock's really big!"
Nat rested on one side next to her. She didn't want to seem scared, but she couldn't resist having a look.
Marcia camouflaged her movements, kissed his chest and belly, then pushed her long hair out of her eyes and stared. In the amber glow of the sleeper, she could see his prick clearly. Thick and uncircumcised. The foreskin covered all but the very tip of the glans and even as she watched, the head swelled with blood, the foreskin slipping back some to expose the purple gloss of meat.
As near as she could tell, Nat's cock was close to eight inches long and at least two and a half inches across. The glans was even thicker than that. Her uncle's cock made Sam Philbert's prick look like half a popsicle. And Nat's balls were in proportion to the rest of him.
Marcia was shaking and knew she had to hide it. But how would she ever be able to take that cock inside her young body? Even Sam's cock had felt tight inside her pussy and she was sore afterward. But this... this...
Nat held her hair up so he could kiss the nape of her neck. Chills of pleasure swamped her. She pressed back into his arms as he fondled her large tits and then plowed a finger down into the brown thatch of her pubes. She felt him divide the swollen lips of her cunt and search gently inside for the clit that she wanted him to find.
He moved so that she was sitting in the circle of his legs, her back against his stomach as he felt her pussy, searched each hot and slippery fold, dug a thumb upward into her cunt until she whimpered and let her head fall backward. She could feel his huge cock pressed up against her ass and back. She pushed her legs out straight in the sleeper. His hands worked like hungry animals at her parted pussy. She saw the dark circle her juice was making on the sheet.
"I might hate myself for all this, Marcia." Nat kissed her shoulder. "But it's as good as done now. I'm going to fuck you, honey. I'm gonna fuck you good as I know how to fuck. I just hope you don't hate me and hate yourself after it's all over with."
"Oh God, Nat! I'd die for you! I love you!"
He smothered her mouth with his and let his middle finger slide into the valley between her cuntlips, let it slide under and up until she felt it rubbing against the silken walls of her pussy.
Marcia moaned into his mouth and squirmed wildly. No man had ever held her like this. His embrace felt secure and lovely and right. And then Nat was pulling her up higher as he lay back. She could feel his cock sliding down under her ass, further even until she sat on his abdomen, his knees supporting part of her weight. The tip of his cock jutted back toward the glistening split of her pussy. Nat was lying on his back now as she sat there erect, touching the heavy cock that grew from his crotch.
"Nat.. . I. . . Ohhhh God, I'm about to burn up!"
She fumbled at the huge cock and as she did, the foreskin slipped back to expose the tumid glans. She was looking at it. The tendons in her thighs tingled with excitement. She inched her ass down on Nat's belly. With shaking fingers she guided the bulging, thick tip against her cunt-hole.
"Uhhhh... Oh Jesus! Oh Nat, how will I get it in?"
Nat smoothed her back with warm fingers, then circled her waist and lifted her slightly.
"Lean back a little and scoot down with your knees . . . it'll go in baby, it'll go
"Ohhhh, I'm scared.. . your cock's so hot and hard!"
Still supporting herself on her knees, she lifted her body so that her cunt was directly under Nat's prick. He helped her hold it at the right angle as she lowered herself carefully. She was gasping more than breathing.
When the hot, streamlined tip of his prick pressed at her slit she saw her cuntlips force back the foreskin to expose the purple ridge where the glans flared from the shaft. It was scary and gorgeous too. The hot meat slipped into the soft hole of her cunt. Instinctively she closed her muscles down, barring entrance.
Nat grunted as the powerful circle of her pussy caressed his cockhead. Then he tightened his grip on Marcia's waist and forced her slowly down. The ring gave, parted for the slick tip of his prick.
Marcia was panting hard. She rocked her hips, pulling upwards, afraid. But Nat's hands kept a steady pressure downwards. As she squirmed nervously, she felt the mouth of her pussy stretched and then stretched more. Just when it seemed like something would break, Nat move his hips and the glans entered her, popped past the muscled lips of her cunt.
"Ohhh noooo! You're too big... Oh Nat, I can't think straight anymore . . . I love you, Nat.. . Ohhhhh what's happening to me?"
She sank back helplessly on his chest. It was a strange and exciting position. Nat on his back, legs spread . . . she with her back against his chest as she covered the hands that loved her tits. His cock was inside her cunt now. When she moved, his prick felt like he could tear her pussy out. She was deathly afraid of his cock and crazy about it too.
She brought her knees together and bent them until her heels dragged up the mattress and nestled against the wrinkled warmth of Nat's big balls.
"I love the way your ass fits against me," he said, voice raw with excitement. "You're some kind of woman, Marcia." He bumped his hips and she felt another inch of cock fuck into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!"
The sensations that tingled through her stretched pussy were indescribable. She let her hands flutter down over her belly, down beneath the soft curve of her cunt. And there she felt his cock. She traced the steel-hard shaft where it entered her pussy. Her outer lips were peeled back around its massive thickness and floods of cuntjuice poured from the delicate membranes. Her glands were trying to lubricate her cunt for the invasion of something so large.
"Nat! You won't hurt me-me, will you?"
Nat caught her head, turned it, strained to reach her mouth. She twisted her own face and they kissed in a teasing, hot moment. Then he rolled her gently onto her side. He was moving his pelvis in short, sharp jabbing motions.
Each time he moved she could feel that cock spearing her, could feel it forcing its way into the strained, wet tunnel of her cunt. Her uncle's wonderful fucking bordered on the edge of pain. But the discomfort was heavily laced with turbulent pleasure.
She couldn't hold her hips still, pain or not. She felt him rolling her onto her belly, felt him part her thighs and work his own between them. Her asscheeks were against his belly as he worked his prick deeper into her pussy.
Now she was face down in the sleeper, her tits swollen against her uncle's cupped hands as he fucked her from behind, gentle now as if he wanted to be sure she would be able to take his cock. Marcia felt his lips at the nape of her neck.
"Marcia... baby ..."
He wet her face. She could feel his rooting, thick prick and the way her asscheeks were flattened against his lower belly. When he pulled back, she felt her cunt being yanked along with him. It was as if that barb, that taut fleshy barb had speared and caught her. The only way she could ever be freed would be for Nat to jet his seed deep into her cunt.
She bit her lip as he fucked himself deeper. His cock was a little over halfway inside her body and miraculously she was taking him.
"Ahhh. . . Uhhhh!"
She bucked her hips, arching her back sharply and pushing her lovely ass high. This angle seemed to open her cunt more, seemed to bring new floods of lubrication.
Nat slipped his fingers away from her nipples and slid them down her sides. She felt him grasp her firmly at the hips and lift her. . .he was up on his knees.
"Ohhhhh!" She gasped with the excitement of the new position. Like dogs they were. She spread her hands out to support herself.
Nat was holding her pelvis firmly, guiding his prick perfectly into the wetness of her pussy. She heard the slick sucking noise as he pulled back. Then he fucked powerfully. Her cunt was wet enough now, hot enough.
She felt the huge shaft gaining two inches, three. The friction around her cunt where the flesh was pulled tight was about to make her scream. Every nerve in her body seemed focused on this huge cock that was pushing her soft insides around to make room. Oh God, Nat was really a man! She felt like surrendering to his every wish. And what made it better was that she loved him so much, had loved him all her life.
"Uhhhh .. Nat," she babbled, wanting to tell him everything she felt. "Your cock's so big inside me and so hot! I can feel the way your tip swells out . . . I can feel it making room. Oh I wish I could see it too." She laughed, sucked a ragged breath. "I love your prick, Nat. . . Ohhhh God! Darling!"
He had pushed his body up against hers. His cock was deep. Very, very deep. And when she tensed the muscles of her cunt, she felt the soft, feathery folds caressing his shaft and tip. Nat licked her back wildly. His hands stretched for her tits. It was as if he wanted to touch all of her at the same time.
Marcia didn't know how she was rolled over. She only just found herself being turned in Nat's loving arms, rolled around so that her leg had to be doubled back to clear his body and then she was on her back, both feet pawing the low roof of the truck's sleeper as Nat began to work the last inch of his cock into her steamy young pussy.
"Ohh . . . Oh ... Oh.. . Uhnnn. . . good... fuck... Ohhhh fuck. . . " She pulled wildly at his hair, kissed his face as the big cock gouged into her cunt.
Marcia felt the bulging, taut glans nestle finally against the very mouth of her womb. That tiny little knot that was the end of her pussy. And then he fucked her gently as his heavy balls pushed tight against the lower part of her vulva.
New rushes of cuntjuice flooded out to wet his balls. Whimpering with fever, Marcia pushed her hands down and felt the place where her cunt had been
stabbed, so full. She traced the circle of her inner cuntlips where they stretched around the big cock. And her outer cuntlips were swelled tightly around it too, seeping juice at the edges. There was nothing left! She had him all . . . all of his cock inside her!
Nat held her head with one hand and her ass with the other as he began to fuck her strongly. She lolled her head back and opened her mouth for him to suck. They loved each other's tongues and gasped hot words.
Marcia felt his powerful hips stroking the thick, hot beast of his cock in and out. When it was almost all the way out of her pussy, she felt that her insides had sucked into a tiny, wrinkled balloon. But then he plunged deep and filled her with cock.
She wiggled and flopped her trim ass, giving him her thighs, her belly, her tits. She wrapped her feet behind his back and locked them so she could hang there as he fucked furiously.
She felt her first come building. Her pussy convulsed around Nat's penis. She grabbed for his balls to fondle and knead them. Her come shot through her cunt like a hot bolt of lighting. Nat felt it too, felt the way her cunt tightened suddenly at the base of his prick. But even as that short, sharp chunk of pleasure was fading, she felt another behind it.
Coming. . . coming.., it would be bigger than the first!
"Nat. Ohhhhh Nat! I'm g-g-gonna come again! Oh Jeeeesus!"
"Marcia . . . I don't want to get you in trouble, honey...I think I..."
"Oh no Nat. . . come inside me! You can! You can!" She could hardly speak through the rising storm of her lust. "My . . period ... tomorrow probably . . . Oh Nat . . come!"
Marcia was straining every muscle, moving her whole body in a dozen different directions. She raked at her lover's back with long nails, bit at his shoulder. She humped her young ass tip and down, rocking her pelvis to make the angle of his steely cock hurt her a little.
The big cockhead was stretching her cunt. She'd never be the same and she was glad! When he dragged his cock back to fuck deep again, Marcia made her pussy tighten around the ridged crown, made it bathe the sensitive membrane with her hot, slick juice.
Nat grunted and shoved deep again. Their wild pleasure twisted them onto their sides. Then Marcia found herself on top for a moment. She kissed and drooled into Nat's mouth, babbling again how much she loved him. She pushed her big tits down onto his chest so he could feel the hardness of her nipples. She rocked herself on that rigid cock as the slick cuntjuice slurped, around his prick. She was so close now... only an instant away and yet it seemed to hang there. It was maddening. And lovely. And the best thing in the world.
"Uncle Nat," she sobbed, coming apart with the frenzied hunger inside her cunt. "I think I'm gonna die..."
She closed her thighs, fucking violently. The increased pressure made Nat grab hard at her humping, dancing ass. His fingers slipped along the crack, sunk into the hot whorl of her asshole.
Marcia arched back, quivering. The moment was upon her. In her furious flight toward paradise, Marcia fucked with the throes of a person gone insane. And as she squirmed and hunched, Nat's cock slipped from her pussy.
"Ohhhh... Ohhhh help, Nat help!"
She grasped for the slick cock with both hands, poised on her knees as she struggled to get it back inside her cunt. She was looking directly down on the pulsing, purple head when a stream of hot jizz shot against her clitoris. That heat and force made her convulse weakly with the first spasm of her final climax.
Nat seemed to know she was too far gone to push his cock back into her cunt. He rolled her over with a growl, forced her quivering thighs apart with strong fingers.
Marcia screamed with ecstasy as she felt the glossy prick divide her cuntlips and sink quickly into her pussy. She came! Whining and bucking and writhing around the lovely hard cock that speared her deep.
Nat held her hard as he fucked his semen hard and hot into her womb.
"Soooo.. . gooood! Nat. . . fuck me! Ohhhh! Uhhnnn! Uhnnn! Uhnnn!"
Marcia felt at last that this was what it was all about. She was getting thoroughly, wonderfully fucked. It made everything else that had happened to her seem shoddy.
Nat's strong arms held her soft body up hard against his chest. She could feel the muscles in his thighs quivering as he fucked her. She rubbed her trembling palms softly over his hard, strong ass, loving the way it pinched inwards when he drove his prick against her womb. And when he held the tip deep inside like that, she could wiggle her hips and rub her cut against that hardened flesh.
Each time he gasped, she knew that another hot fountain of semen was jetted into her cunt. By now it was leaking out around the lips of her cunt. She put a finger down and let it ooze onto it. Then she smeared the musky cream over her lips and gave them to Nat to kiss. He sucked her tongue.
She whined and let the bursting stars dance on her closed eyelids. The itching fire covered the lower part of her body completely and the more she worked her curd against the base of Nat's cock, the hotter grew the pleasure until at last her cut seemed to explode. She could feel it like a small prick. . . rubbing hard against Nat's cockshaft.
Marcia didn't realize she'd fainted until she felt the cool rag on her forehead and opened her eyes to see Nat's blurry features. He looked a little worried and his hands were petting her as if she were some priceless, lovely flower.
"You okay, sweetheart?"
"Nat. . . you ... what happened?"
She tried to sit up, but the dizziness made her flop back. Then she felt her cunt. It was swollen and leaking Nat's thick cream.
"Nat, your cock. . where is it!"
Nat-laughed and guided her hand down between his thighs. "I still got it, honey. But you sure took the starch out of it."
"Oh I love your cock . . . I was afraid . . I dreamed you were gone." She sunk her fingers into the soft, hot flesh of his cock. It was only about two thirds as big as it had been, but his prick felt lovely just the same.
"Marcia, that cock belongs to you from now on." Nat rubbed his face, looked wearily through the part in the sleeper's curtain. "I don't know what we've let ourselves in for, but I don't think I could get along without you now.
Marcia threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh that makes me so happy!" She kissed him on the chest and rested her head against him. She felt so tired, so contented. "Nat," she said to hear the sound of his name. "My Uncle Nat."
"Damn," he said, shaking his head. "I just fucked my niece.
He looked hard into her eyes. She could see the wrinkles he'd earned from the road, the taut leathery features of a Westerner who in another time might have booted a stage coach across the rocky roads. She wasn't afraid of Sam Philbert anymore.
"Can we get married?" she whispered.
"We'd better talk about that later." He turned off the small light in the sleeper and pulled her back against his belly. "We got some driving to do tomorrow and then Denver to do up. And after that I'd like to have a little conversation with this Sam Philbert sonofabitch."
Marcia laughed and wiggled her ass against his soft cock. She wondered what it would be like to have Nat fuck her in the ass.
How naughty could she get?
She giggled, bit her bottom lip. Pretty damned naughty. It felt good getting naughty with someone like Nat. He was family. She swallowed hard, letting her lips form the word carefully. Family. Kin. No, she wasn't going to drag all that up to worry about tonight. She closed her eyes and nestled deeper in her uncle's embrace.
"I certainly wish your sister would have left a message for that young man, Sam Philbert. He's called five times a day since she went with her uncle to Denver."
Robin looked up from her grapefruit. "Yes, Mom."
"I get the feeling that something funny is going on. I don't see why Marcia would want to treat Sam badly. He was so charming the night she introduced him to the family . . . " Her mother was filing her nails. She was always filing her nails.
"I thought he was a jerk."
"What did you say, darling?"
"Nothing." Robin squinted at the sour piece of grapefruit she'd forked into her mouth. "Isn't Marcia coming back today?"
"That's what Nat said in his message. So nice of him to put up with Marcia. They used to have such times together. I think Nat always missed having a child of his own. Gloria was never much interested in starting a family. Nat just adored little Marcia and she knew it."
"Yeah." Robin dug her spoon at the grapefruit, put it down.
She wasn't hungry. She was tired. She hadn't had much sleep for the past few days. And when she did get to sleep, she dreamed something which always woke her up. Boys called them wet dreams. Because they came when they had them. She'd only come once, but her panties got pretty soppy whether she woke up first or not. So maybe they were wet dreams for girls too.
She was always on the verge of tears. Day or night. There was one thing she wanted more than anything else. That was to see Stevie again. Even now she could see him, see his naked body, see his . . . his cock! She could feel that hard, hot prick jumping in her hand as it spit seed onto her skin.
Though someone else might think she was crazy, that time with him had been lovely. She tried hard to remember how his cock had felt . . . that slimy stuff dripping off her tits. Her mother was staring at her.
"You have the strangest look on your face, Robin. Is something wrong?"
"No! No. . . nothing. What could be wrong?"
"You've been acting . . . out of touch of late." Robin scraped her chair back.
"I gotta go."
"Oh yes, how are your tennis classes coming?"
"Fine. Just fine."
Robin hurried down the hall to her room. No matter what trouble it might cause, no matter if her brother didn't want to see her. . . she just had to see him. At least he could hug her and tell her that he still loved her. Forget the fucking.
Robin laughed without humor. Ha! If only she could forget about fucking. For eighteen years she hadn't thought much about fucking at all and then-blam!-it was all she could do to take a bath without touching her pussy. She couldn't even sleep without dreaming about cocks and balls and her brother kissing her cunt.
Robin wiggled out of her nightie and put on her pleated tennis skirt. It was snow white and contrasted nicely with her tan legs. It hung pertly on her high, firm ass, a short skirt that swirled out to show her cunt when she turned before the mirror.
She covered her cunt with white bikini panties trimmed with lace. She liked the sexy feel of the elastic waistband riding so low on her abdomen cutting across the plump cheeks of her ass so that an inch of her crack showed.
She spun again, began to ponder what she'd put on for a top. She tried a little halter that went with the tennis outfit, but the cups were too rigid. Her small tits felt lost inside and the silhouette she saw in the mirror was not her silhouette.
At last she chose a thin nylon shirt. It was white and almost translucent so that when everything was right, she could just glimpse the brown curve of her titties underneath. It was too short to tuck into her skirt, short enough that her flat tummy showed when she walked.
She ran a brush through her hair and pursed her lips at the reflection in the mirror. Too many freckles and that god-awful mole on her left earlobe. At least she'd gotten rid of her braids and blown her hair out with Marcia's dryer
to add something to her femininity. It didn't look half bad.
She'd gone with braids for so long that this change had truly surprised her. Her hair was thick and lustrous and seemed to have a slight natural curve so that it swept up cutely at the tops of her shoulders.
Robin grabbed the tennis racket she'd borrowed from a friend and bounced down the hall in her new tennis shoes. She didn't even know how to hold the damned thing, but her folks didn't have to know that.
Her mother was puttering in the kitchen so Robin climbed the stairs quickly and sneaked into Marcia's bedroom. She found the bottle of perfume on the dresser, dabbed it behind both ears and on her wrists. She was about to put the top back on when she remembered another important place. She got two big droplets on the tip of her finger and spreading her thighs, pulling down her panties, she wet her dainty pubes. It felt sexy to have that scent down there and she knew that if her cunt got really hot it would really smell nice.
Sure, she was going after Stevie. She wanted him so bad. She wasn't even afraid to admit it to herself She took a last look, this time in her older sister's full-length mirror. She looked pretty damned good!
"Robin, are you in your sister's room?"
"Uhh... looking for something, Mom." Robin hurried downstairs with her racket.
Her mother was drying her hands as she started out the door.
"And what is that smell?"
"See you later, Mom."
Stevie's jeep was parked in back when she came up the alley. It always made her heart skip when she saw that he was there, when she knew her trip had not been wasted. Of course she hadn't so much as spoken to him on the phone since that last strange time.
She was breathless with excitement as she started up the weedy, overgrown back yard. But she sensed something was wrong, even before she reached the back step. A voice, two voices through the small window at the corner. A girl's voice in her brother's room.
Robin bit her lip, frozen there with the racket clenched under her arm.
There were too many emotions running through her for Robin to know exactly how she felt. Over it all was a vague sickness in her stomach. She went over to the two big bushes that partially had the window from view. She looked guiltily from side to side. A peeping torn was what people called them. At least no one would see her in the bushes.
She pushed the branches apart and moved into the leafy, green shade. The window was all the way open, the curtains sucked out through the screenless space. Robin listened.
"I just don't like the taste of cum," said the whiny, female voice. There was the faint sound of two wet things brushing together... lips maybe or...
"Please, Linda. . . you don't have to swallow it." Steve's voice. It was strained with passion.