Chapter 5
His name was Pete Phillips. He had a thirty-five-foot Matthews docked up at the Miami Marina and a good-sized estate on Big Pine Key. He piloted the boat up to Miami once a mouth to visit his broker, and he otherwise didn't leave the island at all. He didn't have to. He was a comfortable millionaire at the age of twenty-seven because he was actually Peter Phillips III.
Uncle Brad had seen him going into the duPont building when he'd been downtown taking Morrie's jewelry in to be fenced. He'd had his eye on Pete Phillips for some time, thinking that a recluse would have a need for an available piece of ass. Not like Sue. One like Marla. One with class, one that would go well with all that money.
And that was how Marla found herself standing in the lobby of the building, waiting for him to come out the elevator so that he could bump into her and knock her down on her throbbing ass.
She watched the door with trepidation. She didn't want to do this, but she didn't see how she could stop at this point. Uncle Brad had caught her alone this morning. Nick had been outside, just a few feet away. But it might as well have been miles.
She'd gone into the bathroom to take a shower, feeling strange from her brother's reaming prick.
As she turned to lock the door, Uncle Brad had pushed it open. She made a startled sound over the roar of the shower, but she knew it hadn't carried.
He grinned at her and locked the door. He took his prick from his pants and snatched the towel from her body, and then they'd stood there together, the room filling with a sensuous blanket of steam, while fright pounded through her body.
"See how easy it is, Marla?" he asked her. "I could fuck you right now if I wanted to. Nick couldn't possibly get here in time, not through a locked door. If he heard you yell. If I permitted you to yell. He can't protect you all the time, Marla."
He stepped towards her, eyeing her nakedness, the way the water droplets in the air coated her fine skin and made her yellow pubes shine like strands of polished gold. He reached out and gathered her in his arms, and she didn't make a sound.
She felt her tits flatten against him. His hands cupped her round asscheeks and massaged them. His fingers dipped under her crotch and felt her pussy and fitted his prick between her cuntlips.
She swallowed hard, closing her eyes, feeling weak, fearing that it was going to happen after all. He dipped his head and sucked her nipples into his mouth and made her need to stifle a moan. He fingered her cunt in that special way of his, and she couldn't stop the waves of orgasm that rolled shamelessly through her body. When she was finished, he released her and allowed her to slump against him for a moment of self-loathing.
"You're lucky I don't have time this morning. Or maybe unlucky. Nick was crude last night. The way he fucks, I wouldn't blame you for being scared. You need my touch, Marla. You need to know how soft and sensual and wonderful a good fuck can be. Some other time. I just wanted you to know that Nick is a fool to think he can put any demands on me. Take your shower, Marla. Be fresh and clean and perky for the next one tonight."
Marla stood in the lobby and gave a small shiver and remembered the degrading morning. She wasn't safe with any of them. It wasn't just her virginity any more. That seemed a small item after last night. The rest of it involved ethics, integrity, values-those kinds of terms.
But, even as she knew she had to get free of them before they dragged her down and made her one of them, she was afraid. Nick had been right about her fantasy world. The girls' school had had its own kind of jungle one learned to cope with, but it bore little resemblance to the world she was in now, and she didn't know the first step to take.
Nick. . . The way he had stood up to Uncle Brad last night saddened her. He'd thought he'd been doing something grand, but he'd only been talking like another Uncle Brad-the same person with two different mouths, both petty and cheap, both common hoodlums.
She sighed deeply and waited for the elevator doors to open again and disgorge the next victim of their thievery. Because she had no other choice for the moment, she went through Uncle Brad's plan again. She was to be knocked down by Peter Phillips. She was to feign an ankle injury after a sufficient time of flopping her legs around and spreading her thighs for him so that he could clearly see that she didn't have her panties on right now. She was to insist that he walk her around and lean on him and urge him to take her to his boat at the marina, all the while pushing her tits, also naked, into his arms and chest and bumping up against him with her hips and ass-all but publicly ping him, in fact. Then, Lonny and Nick would be on his boat, side the cabin, waiting for him and his brief case with all the money and stocks in it. Lonny would look menacing, which was no chore for him, and Nick would decide what was worth taking. Uncle Brad would meet them in the car, and they would drive away, leaving another sucker behind, outraged and poorer but unwilling to say anything because of the sexual connection with Marla. She sighed. It sounded stupid. Uncle Brad was certain that Pete piloted the boat himself, without a captain. But there would be some men on the dock, some other people around in the broad daylight.
Marla stopped thinking about it. The doors slid open again, and he walked out. Uncle Brad's description was good as far as it went, but there as more to the man that he'd left out. He was tall and slender, tanned, athletic in his stride. He wore a gold sports shirt, light slacks, and white deck shoes. His features were squared off and firm, his eyes deep blue, his lips firm. He did something to Marla. It was the expression on his face, perhaps-a kind, good one. She suddenly didn't want to go through with it. She liked him on sight, and she didn't want it to happen to him the way it had to Morrie. She nearly t him go, and then she became selfish and ought of what they would do to her if she let him get away.
She came out from her spot and did her act, going down onto the hard floor, feeling her skirt flip up over her golden crotch without anything fake about it. She flushed immediately and had to use all her will not to pull it down. He wasn't the only one in the lobby looking at her cunt.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said, recovering his balance agilely and bending to take her and pick her up. Marla noticed that he looked where he was supposed to, straight between her legs. She noticed the quick change of his expression and the sudden glint in his eyes that told her he liked what he saw. Not just her pussy, but all of her.
"Oh, that was stupid!" she cried. "It was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Are you all right?" His arm went around her shoulder and lifted her to a sitting position. He looked down the top of her dress and saw her tits, and Marla knew that it was going better than she'd hoped.
"I think so," she smiled. She stood. Her ankle hurt, of course. She leaned fully against him, and he held her up, not minding that her tits were soft and ripe against his arm.
"I'd better take you to a doctor," he said.
"No, it'll be all right. I just need to walk on it."
"He's a good man, just around the corner. Are you sure?"
"Let me walk on it a minute."
They went outside into the street after he'd picked up a small attach' case from the floor. She laughed and played with him in a way she didn't know she could do. By the time they were at the doctor's building, her ankle was much better and needed just a little more walking on.
He offered to buy her some lunch at the Rooftop, overlooking Biscayne Bay. She thought it over, wondering how angry they would all become if she made them wait an hour. She said she would rather walk in Bayfront Park a minute, if he wouldn't mind helping her across the street.
"It's right on my way," he smiled.
"Oh, you're just saying that."
"No, really-my boat's docked at the marina over there. Uh, would you accept a ride around the bay instead of lunch? You have to let me do something."
"All right," she smiled. "You've twisted my ankle."
They laughed. His sound was good and mellow, his smile bright. He was happy and warm, a wonderful change from the sullen attitudes and cruelties she had been around with Uncle Brad and Sue-and Nick. They exchanged names. She didn't want to let go of his arm. He told her about his house on Big Pine while they walked slowly. She couldn't believe it had been this easy, but then Uncle Brad was rarely wrong about his victims. Pete Phillips was lonely, but he wouldn't say why he never left his estate, and she didn't ask. She was afraid to know too much about him, because she liked him. She was afraid of liking him too much, because he was someone she would never be able to see again after this brief moment.
He pointed towards his boat as they started the long walk down the new pier. He was proud of it. He was happy to be with her, and she was made conscious of her natural beauty. She wished an end to her role of deception with him. She wished they could have met in a different way, just on the slim chance that it could have led to something good and clean and beautiful.
"Pete," she said softly, stopping him. The sun shone in her face, and the brisk ocean wind blew through her hair.
He looked at her for a long moment, seeing the golden highlights of her hair glimmer in the sun. "What, Marla?" he asked, his voice soft and mellow and gentle. His eyes flickered over her body, appreciating the fine lines of it and the way the wind was molding her dress to them. But they returned to her face, to her eyes and nose and the softness of her lips, and they made her feel clean for a good moment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Uncle Brad's car. It had just driven up and parked under the shade of a tree. Marla sucked in her breath and knew she had to go through with it.
"Nothing," she said finally, lowering her gaze.
"What is it?" He put his hand under her chin and made her look up at him. She smiled weakly.
"Forgive me, Pete," she whispered.
"For what?" he laughed. "That should be my question, not yours. Come on, the sun won't stay up forever."
He put his arm around her shoulders and led her along the pier. He helped her onto the boat and then got on himself. She stood on the back deck, waiting for Lonny and her brother to clobber him when he went into the cabin. She hoped Sue wouldn't be there. She didn't want him to associate her with Sue's sluttishness. The point seemed silly.
She watched him tuck his case under his arm and reach into his pocket for a set of keys. He searched through them and fitted one into the cabin door and unlocked it. Marla watched him with surprise and knew that they wouldn't be inside waiting for him after all. Uncle Brad had slipped up. Her hops soared.
Pete smiled and beckoned to her. "Take a look."
He went in ahead of her and tossed his case onto a padded cabinet. The interior was plush and elegant.
"I've never seen any boat like this, Pete," she gasped.
He grinned at her. "I had it done up a little." "All I've ever been on is dirty, functional fishing boats."
"I don't fish that much, although I've got some tackle aboard. We-I prefer to cruise around the Caribbean in it. Maybe . . . no, of course not, that's silly." He flushed and turned away from her. "Let's cast off and get underway. We'll have to stay inside the bay, it's pretty rough out there. The wind really kicked up this morning, didn't it?"
She looked at him. He turned and looked at her. She hadn't missed the "we", but she could tell he didn't want to explain himself. She knew he'd been about to ask her if she wanted to cruise the Caribbean with him, too, and then had remembered that they'd just met.
"I'd love to go with you, Pete," she said softly, coming up to him, standing before him with her tits pushing up and down.
It was an electric moment, odd but real. She could tell he was thinking of how she didn't have any panties on, of how her boobs were soft and full and right in front of him. And there was no effort at all in making her features soft for him, in putting that certain shine in her eyes that told him he could kiss her.
A wave of guilt washed through her, for she knew it was her duty to detain him inside the cabin, to lead him on in any way she could until Nick and Lonny came. The more the better, because his hands on her would be a lever for them to use against him if he tried to make trouble.
Marla was torn with conflicting desires. She didn't want to aid her uncle's purpose, and yet she wanted this man to take her in his arms and hold her. She didn't understand what had come over her. It was the first time in her life she'd actually wanted that, but she wanted it of Pete. Perhaps it was because* he was the first good man she'd ever met. She began to feel all tingly inside.
"How old are you?" he whispered.
"Nineteen."
He looked into her eyes. "I wish you were."
"I can be. I want to be. Pete, I don't understand this, but it's real. Isn't it?"
"There's something, Marla. Something unbelievable."
"I know, I know. God, put your arms around me, Pete."
His nostrils flared with a heat he couldn't hide from her. "Your parents ought to lock you up and throw away the key for about two more years. You aren't safe to have walking around free."
"They can't. They're dead-two months ago. Pete, I. .. "
"You don't know what to do?"
She nodded her head silently. Her knees were weak. She tucked her head down and leaned against him, feeling her tipped tits reach out for contact with his chest. She felt him draw a deep breath, and then his arms went slowly around her and held her lightly, his hands exploring the feel of her back, of her supple waist, stopping before they cupped her ass the way they wanted to.
"This is unreal," he whispered.
"Pete, who is 'we'?"
He sighed again and spoke softly. "Carol. My sister. She-she's blind. There's only the maid who takes care of her, no one else."
She shivered in his arms. The air inside the boat was warm and moist and sensuous. He held her more tightly, and she cried inside for what she was helping make happen to him, for the part she had to play. She let out a small sound and tipped her head back and threw her arms around his neck.
"Pete, it's real, I swear it's real!" she cried, reaching up onto her toes to kiss him.
He seemed reluctant, startled, and then his mouth came down against hers hungrily. His hands held her waist and slid to her round buttcheeks and pulled her compliant body against his.
Marla felt wicked with guilt. She was leading him all the way into Uncle Brad's trap, and yet she couldn't stop herself, because this part of it, what she felt inside, wasn't in the plans. She shivered against him and pushed her boobs against his muscular body and glued her middle to his, shamelessly.
"Pete-Pete," she whispered to him, all open and moist and swelling softly.
She felt his hands at her back. Her zipper purred with a muted sound. She couldn't stop him, didn't want to. She felt wicked and wanton. For the first time, she wished Lonny and Nick wouldn't come, hoped fervently for that.
She looked up at him, and his hands moved the dress from her shoulders. It slipped off and whispered down over her tipped, swollen tits, down her flat tummy and over her hips and puddled on the carpeted floor. His eyes widened, and his mouth went dry as he gazed softly on the perfect length of her body.
"God!" he gasped. "Marla, I can't believe. God, you're beautiful!"
Marla stood before him in naked splendor, her boobs tipped up for his hands and his lips, her pussy quickly bloating and moistening for the beautiful prick he would have and want to put into her body. She shivered all over and prayed that they wouldn't come.
She couldn't understand the emotions and needs washing through her. She wanted only to give her virginity to this man, to have him take her in his arms and lay her on his bed and move slowly and tenderly into her body. She knew it would be beautiful and good, and she now knew why she had been saving her virginity.
She began to weep softly, but they were tears of joy. He saw her tearful eyes and took her quickly into his arms, pressing her nakedness against his hard body. She could feel the lift of his prick against her cunt mound, the quickness of his breathing against her tits. She hugged him tightly and couldn't stop the quick, jerking motions of her crotch against his swollen prick.
"Pete-Pete..." she whispered, her voice urgent and fragile.
She moaned audibly and felt his hands cup her ass tightly and then shuddered against him, clinging to his neck, making an absolute fool of herself ~ her bottom whipped in his hands with a quick bright surge of orgasm, bubbly and intoxicating like champagne overflowing the rim of the glass when it was full, so full.
"Marla..." he gasped. "Oh, my God-did you?"
"Yes. I feel ashamed."
"Don't-oh, don't..."
"Pete, be quick! Take me, take me quickly, before anyone else can rob me of it."
He sucked in his breath. "Of what, Marla, of what?"
"My cherry, Pete," she blurted. "God, it's crazy-I know it doesn't make any sense, but I want you to have it, I want you to be the first. Oh, Pete, Pete-oh, damn! There's no time! We've got to go now!" she blurted, unable to hold her complicity back from him any longer. "We have to leave this dock now!"
"Why?" he asked.
"Don't question me, Pete, just go! Leave me here if you want to, but go, before it's too late!"
"Leave you here? Like this? After you-after you came? Marla, what is it?"
She heard the steps on the back deck and felt the slight yaw of the boat as weight came into it. She looked over his shoulder behind him and saw the flash of white from Lonny's T-shirt. She looked at Pete with pain in her face, hating this moment of decision.
It had been a wild dream, a product of her wishes and her fantasy world away from the world. It could never be. The only reality was her brother's scarred face and her uncle's petty viciousness and the torment that would befall her f she failed with Peter Phillips. Tears stung the backs of her eyes, and she began weep again, shivering all over from the intensity inside her and the nearness to beauty, and she despised herself for what she was doing to him, to herself.
"Pete ..." she whispered, trying to draw back. He didn't want to let her go. "Marla, don't," he said.
"That's my sister you're trying to fuck, buddy," the voice grated loudly from the cabin doorway.
Pete jumped and whirled around, and Marla sobbed harshly. Pete stared at Nick, at the scarlet side of his face and the ugly redness of the scar around his eye. He saw the hulking, bent-necked presence of Lonny behind Nick, and he stiffened all over.
"I should have known," he grated, glaring at Marla, running his eyes over her body in a hateful way.
Marla couldn't speak. She didn't trust her voice or the words that would come out. She backed away and shook her head slowly, pleading with her eyes for him to understand that it hadn't been this way, that it had been real between them, that she wanted desperately for things to go back to the way they were short moments ago.
"What do you want?" Pete grated. "How much? How much do you guys figure she's worth?"
"How much do you?" Nick countered, grinning crookedly at him.
Pete looked at her. She wilted under his gaze. "Five bucks for a quickie," he said. He shoved his hand in his pocket and peeled off a ten. "Keep the change."
Marla's eyes stung with tears. She put her hands over her tits and felt as cheap as he thought she was. Nick looked at the bill and laughed harshly, then glanced around the cabin. He spotted the case and went over to it.
"Let's see what's in here."
"Get your fucking hands off that."
Nick grinned at him and touched the case. Pete stiffened, glanced at Lonny warily, then set his jaw. He whirled and grabbed Marla's arm and twisted it painfully behind her back, holding her in front of him like a shield. Her tits arched forward nakedly, and her thighs turned outward, showing the line of her gash clearly. She lifted onto her toes and cried out sharply with pain. "Pete, no!"
"Get off the boat, and you can have her back with a good arm," he growled.
Nick's expression changed. He looked at the pain on his sister's face and licked his lips. Then he grinned again. "You're being stupid, Phillips.*Ones like her are a dime a dozen. It's nothing to me if you twist it off. You're not getting off this boat as long as Lonny can stand in the doorway."
Marla stared at her brother. Her arm felt numb. She wanted to cry out her rage and the terrible insult she felt, but she knew it wouldn't do any good. He actually didn't care. She could see it on his face. And she felt certain that Pete would twist her arm out of its socket. She saw Lonny standing there, his muscles rippling and bunching, his eyeballs popping out as he ogled her naked, spread body.
Pete released her suddenly and gave her a push. "All right, take it," he said. "There's two thousand cash in there. The rest of it won't do you any good."
"I'll decide that."
Pete snorted. "Have it your way, friend." He watched while Nick pawed through his papers, messing them up, angering him even more.
"Yeah," Nick said. "This isn't any good to me." He took a piece of stock paper and crumpled it into a little ball, moved to a sliding window and opened it.
"Goddamn it!" Pete roared, leaping across the space between them before Nick could throw it into the bay.
They collided hard and slammed into the thin paneling. It cracked with a loud report. Lonny came out of the doorway and inflated his chest and lifted his arm. His fist clubbed into Pete's stomach, the other one into his kidney. His knee came up and thudded against Pete's chest. Blood came from his nose. Marla screamed at Lonny to stop and watched Pete crumple to the nylon floor, doubled up, stunned from the blows. She ran to him and bent over him, her tits dragging across his chest.
"Pete! Pete!" she cried.
He moaned and rolled his eyes sightlessly and then seemed to pass out and lie still. She cried out again, and Lonny picked her up effortlessly, putting his big hands all over her boobs and getting a feel of her pussy. She kicked and struggled in his strong embrace and was filled with loathing for him for being such an ox.
"Let me go! Get your hands off me, Lonny! Oh, my God!" she squeaked, feeling his finger jabbing into the mouth of her cunt. "Nick! Nick!"
Nick was in a heap on the floor. He picked himself up, stretching his legs carefully, favoring his left elbow. "Let go of her, Lonny," he growled.
"Aw, what for? I want to fuck her. Man, you should feel this pussy, Nick, it's all wet. She really went for him, huh? You've been fuckin' Sue all last night and made me just sit and watch. I want my turn." He rolled his finger in her cunt mouth again, and it was all Marla could do to keep her thighs together tightly enough so that he couldn't get his big fist between them and shove the finger all the way into her hole. That would be the last straw, the ultimate senselessness-to have her cherry popped by Lonny's stubby finger, to get raped by an ox.
Nick did a strange thing. He pushed off from the wall and bowled into Lonny, knocking him off balance for two steps. She didn't understand her brother any more. At one minute he was willing to insult her and have her arm twisted off, and the next one showed him willing to tangle with Lonny for her.
That took guts-real courage. It was too much for Marla to hope that he'd done it out of devotion. Lonny dragged her with him and thudded against the wall, banging his head soundly. She cried out for them to stop. Lonny shook his head and growled an animal sound at Nick, his hand squeezing her tit hard from the emotion inside him.
"Cut it out, ya ugly little shit, or I'll thump ya!" he bellowed.
"Let her go, Lonny."
"I'm gonna fuck her. I'm gonna get back at you and Sue."
"You big moron, let her go!" Nick yelled, hunkering low and coming into him again.
Marla couldn't stand to watch. Lonny took one swipe at her brother with his paw and sent him careening into the other wall. Nick slumped to the floor in a daze. She stared at the two inert bodies and groaned with despair. "Lonny, no!" she cried.
"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, aria," he said, now curiously gentle. "I told you at last night on the beach, and it's true. I get me stiff one for you."
He reached between them, making the back of hand slide over her hip to the soft part of her thighs. She heard his zipper rasp down and saw him reaching inside his fly for his big prick. It came out in his hand and strained upward towards her naked, vulnerable body.
"Come on, sit on it. Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist and sit on it." He grinned with heat. "That's my favorite way with Sue. I walk around the room while she's fucking me and hanging from me, and it makes me feel good."
He stepped out over Pete's body as if his unconscious form were a piece of garbage littering the floor and carried her easily, lifting her to the level of his waist. He feasted his eyes on her tipped, jiggling tits, grunted with lust, and then lifted her higher, her feet dangling in the air, and planted his mouth squarely over her boob. Marla moaned and felt half her tit disappear inside his face.
Her pussy hairs brushed against his stomach. She pushed down at the tops of his shoulders and had to keep her head ducked under the low ceiling. Lonny's biceps bulged, but he didn't seem to be tiring of holding her in that position. He started to bring her down, to make her thighs spread around his stomach and waist and thus be open and vulnerable to the penetration by his upright cock.
She cried out and then moaned and cupped the back of his head and begged him to keep sucking on her tit. She didn't know why. It wouldn't do any good to buy time now, not with Nick and Pete both out of commission. There was no one left to rescue her this time.
"You got good tits, Marla," he gurgled, sucking and slobbering on one jug after the other. "They fit my mouth better than Sue's, and your nipples are springier against my tongue. Feel them?" He sucked her boob into his mouth again and flicked her nipple repeatedly with rasping motions of his tongue.
She moaned and clung to his head, trying to stay high on his body, dreading the moment when he would set her down on his cock and force the big tool into the tiny hole between her thighs. Her nipple burned with the workout he was giving it. She prayed Nick would be able to do something to protect her.
"That's enough tittie-sucking," he grunted huskily, taking his mouth away with a loud smack. Her tits shone with the coating of his saliva.
"Lonny, wait," she said. "You don't want to fuck me, Lonny."
"Yes, I do."
"But what about Sue? What will Sue say? You know she can be terribly jealous, don't you?" His face went blank for a minute. "She is?" "Didn't you know that?"
"Aw, what do I care what she thinks. All she does is tease me. I don't like it any more. She goes around and fucks everybody, even her father, and she laughs at me when she sees me with my prick all hard and wanting to fuck her myself. She tells me to jack off, and I get tired of that, even if she does watch. But you're different, Marla, I can tell. You wouldn't be like that with me. You'd be nice. Come on, spread your legs around my waist, and I'll hold your butt."
"Lonny-no. You're right, Lonny, I am different. I-I've never been fucked before. I don't want to be fucked, Lonny. It's not you, it's any man. I wouldn't like you any more if you fucked me, and you wouldn't want that, would you? Have I ever been mean to you? Have I ever treated you wrong?"
"No," he said, his face wrinkling. "But that's not true, Marla, you're lying to me. I heard Sue and Brad talking about it this morning, about how Nick fucked you last night."
She sucked in her breath. She didn't see any other choice but to trust him and pray. "He didn't really, Lonny. He put it up my ass and only thought he was fucking me in the right place. Lonny, that's a secret. You can't tell anybody that-not Sue or Uncle Brad, not even Nick. It's our secret."
"Up your ass?" he questioned. His voice was suddenly thick with lust, and she knew she'd made a mistake. "I'll fuck you there, too, Marla. It won't matter if you do it there again. That won't make you be mad at me. If it does, then I'll know you just don't like me to begin with and you're just like Sue."
"No-oh, no," she moaned.
But there was no stopping him. He shifted his hands from her waist to her thighs to her buttcheeks without letting her feet touch the floor, and his fingers pried her thighs apart.
She groaned and tipped her pelvis up and in and made sure that her pussy was spread against his stomach and out of the way. She felt his cockhead bump against her buns as he searched for her dainty asshole. She writhed in his arms, trying to get free of him, but all effort was futile.
His big mushroom-shaped knob found her bung and pushed. Marla gasped, her eyes popping from her head. "NOOO!" she screeched.
The protest did her no good. She felt Lonny's hands give way under her ass and lower her down on his impossibly wide cock. Shock waves ripped through Marla and dizzied her. Her tortured asshole screamed in silent pain and was spread protestingly into a circle that grew bigger and bigger until it seemed to be bigger than her whole ass.
She babbled and gurgled and wished she had let him fuck her cunt instead. At least there would have been some moisture there, some kind of lubrication.
His cock thudded and rumbled up her raw shitter and seemed to take her butt into the hole with it. She felt everything being pushed unmercifully. She felt as if her innards were being filled from the wrong end until, mercifully, it could fill her no further.
Sweat popped out all over her body. She felt the muscles in her cunt and bung pound hard. Her clit sprouted out from the top of her cleft as if pushed from its natural resting place to rub against the braid of hairs running down the front of his stomach to his pubes. It pulsed into the flab of his flesh as if it were fucking him back.
His hands tightened on her rump and lifted her up along the reaming shaft, making her asshole flame. He grunted and took a feeble step in an effort to walk around the room with her in the way he liked. He faltered. His hands weakened. She dropped back down on his cock, and Lonny gripped her hips tightly, pressing her down all the way until she thought her ass would split in half.
He bellowed in her ear, opening his mouth until she could see the back of his throat. The sound coming out was loud. She felt his giant cock buck and pound inside her ass and then flow heavily.
An ocean seemed to fill her bowels. He blew into her ass as if trying to shoot her to the moon.
She felt as if she were straddling the blowhole of a whale. She clung to his neck for dear life and felt her own body shudder hard and her bung pulse around his prick as the incredibleness of it all made her come. The only thought in her mind was thankfulness that he'd popped his wad so quick. She couldn't have withstood the sustained kind of fucking Nick had given her ass last night. She didn't feel any shame or dirtiness about coming for him. There wasn't any room in her consciousness for reflections of that sort. There was only concern for the integrity of her body when he was finished with her.
Lonny staggered around the cabin for a moment, carrying her weight on his hips, his eyes glassy from the tremendous explosion. He thumped up against a wall and puffed hard for a moment.
Marla wanted to get down. Her asshole was numb, but her whole pelvic area throbbed. She moved her thighs and tried to lift herself off his prick, but she couldn't make any progress. It was as if she were hanging on a hook-until his prick began to wilt and bend forward under her weight. When the line of it dipped below horizontal, she slid off it as if off a greased pole. Sperm ran out her stretched bung and dribbled all over the blue carpeting like cream over blueberries.
Marla's legs were bowed. Her butt throbbed again now that it was empty once more. She got to her knees and crawled over to Pete and shook his head. There was no response, but he was breathing, so she knew he wasn't dead.
She went to Nick. He looked up at her and groaned. There was a frightened look in his eyes when they came into focus. He lifted his hand weakly and touched the side of her face. It was the most gentle thing he'd done since she'd been back. It made her want to forget all his nastiness and the painful things he'd said and done to her.
"Marla ..." he croaked. "I tried, Marla."
"I know. It's all right."
"Did he ... "
She winced under a new wave of throbbing pain and then smiled wanly. "No, Nick. He didn't."
Nick slumped back, his eyes blinking. He took a deep sigh. Marla felt the boat yaw slightly again. She looked up just as Uncle Brad and Sue poked their heads through the doorway.
"Goddamn it, what are you doing in here?" Uncle Brad shouted, urgency coloring his voice. He glanced from the forms of Pete and Nick to Marla's nakedness and Lonny's wilted prick hanging from his pants. "Jesus, you damned idiots! Come on, come on, we've got to get out of here! Is he dead? Did that big ape kill him? Oh, Christ!"
He came hurrying into the cabin. Marla got to her feet and backed away from her uncle. "No, he's not dead."
"Did your stupid brother do that? Where was Lonny? What's he got his cock hanging out for? Damn it, somebody say something!"
"Well, if you'd shut up a minute, Daddy, maybe they would," Sue chided him. "Lonny, what happened, did he and Nickey have a fight?"
Lonny looked at her and started to stuff his prick back into his pants. She took his rod and held it and then made a face and looked at her slippery, odorous fingers.
"Naw," Lonny said. "He went after Nick, and I thumped him, that's all. He's okay. I learned good where to hit 'em so that they'll be okay."
"What's this on your prick?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. "Lonny, have you been fucking?" There was astonishment in her voice, and she looked around slowly at Marla, who was slipping quickly back into her dress. "You fucked her?"
Marla turned quickly, begging him with her eyes not to tell Sue in that manner. "Yeah," he said defensively. "Why shouldn't I? You been fuckin' everybody and making me go without."
"Lonny, I have not."
"It's been a week!" he yelled at her, his face going red.
"Sue," Uncle Brad said quietly to her. "Don get him riled, we've got to get out of here. Give him a piece of ass and shut him up." He reached down and helped Nick to his feet, searching his pockets to find the money. His eyes bugged at amount, and he stuffed it into his pants, push Nick towards the cabin door.
Sue was now all over Lonny, promising him a fuck in the back seat on the way home if he'd calm down. They seemed to have forgotten about Marl She hurried to catch up with them and then stopped dead, holding back, having made the snap decision to stay with Pete. He could do with whatever he wanted when he came to, but if could get free of them for just a little bit, then there might be a chance for her.
"Marla, come on!" Uncle Brad yelled at h coming back into the cabin to grab her arm pull her to him. He paused and grinned slight! "Lonny, eh?" he said. "From bad to horrible. You've got your taster up your ass, honey," he said, not noticing the way she winced over the irony. "We'll see what we can do about that real soon." He gave her arm a jerk, and she followed him off the boat.
They hurried along the dock. No one official-looking was in sight. They piled into the car and wheeled around, heading south again. When they were on the freeway, Marla felt the car begin rocking. She turned beside Nick and looked into the back seat. Lonny was covering Sue's body almost completely, making it seem as if she had all but disappeared under his bulk. A smooth leg showed. She heard a feminine wheeze. The thick body humped up and down, and she could imagine how his huge cock was drilling Sue's small cunt hole. When the violent explosion came, she heard Sue squeal off with him, and her stomach felt queasy. She shifted her weight to the other bun gingerly and turned back to watch the traffic.
She felt her skirt sliding up her thigh. She looked down and saw Uncle Brad's hand there, reaching for her naked cunt. She glanced at Nick on the other side of her in the front seat and saw that he was absorbed with the traffic. She didn't know what to do. She sucked in her breath and felt Uncle Brad's fingers prying her pussylips apart. One ran up and down the satiny gash, and she stifled a low moan. She imagined that she would sit there between them and come quietly under his tantalizing touch, afraid to yell for fear of arousing Nick's violent temper at such high speed. But then the traffic thickened, and Uncle Brad had to put his hand back on the wheel. She sighed with relief, but was conscious of an annoying tingle between her legs now that would be hard to get rid of.
She thought about Pete and felt terrible inside. Not just for him but for herself. She wished she could have given him her cherry, because she knew that Uncle Brad was going to steal it very soon. She didn't know there were only ten hours of girlhood left for her.