Chapter 6
He came in through the door near the yard, thus bypassing Nick in the living room. She didn't know he was there until she felt someone bump into the side of her bed. She jerked awake and looked through the dark room, barely able to keep from crying out. She thought it was Nick, then feared that it would be Lonny.
"It's time, Marla," he whispered, slipping out of his pants and pulling her sheet back. He slid into the narrow bed beside her and put his hand directly over her cunt, digging for the tender, succulent folds that concealed her clit.
"No-no!" she cried, wanting Nick to hear her. She backed away until she was against the wall. She tried to close her thighs around his hand, but that didn't protect her sensitive clit from his finger.
"It's no use, Marla. You can yell all you want to. He's out cold. I gave him a pill to make sure. He thought it was aspirin for the headache Lonny left him with. There's just you and me, Marla. I told you it would be this way."
"Uncle Brad, don't..." she choked. "If you're that bad off, go do it to your daughter, I don't want you. I got you your money this afternoon, isn't that good enough?"
"Huh-uh," he said, rolling her sensitive little nub, palming her pussy at the same time. He pushed up against her and put his lips to her face. "What difference does it make to you now? Last time, you were a virgin, and I could understand that. Now, you don't have that to pull on me. And you don't have the incest crap, either. You don't even have the excuse about your good taste, not after fucking Lonny. There's just no excuse left, Marla, so quit struggling."
"I lied," she said quickly. "It was all phony last night. Nick didn't know what he was doing."
"He was fucking the hell out of you, I watched him."
"But, he didn't-it wasn't in the right place!" she cried. "Neither did Lonny!"
He looked through the darkness at her. "What? You mean the wrong hole? They both fucked you in the ass? Nick?" His voice was full of astonishment. Then he began laughing quietly, thinking it terribly funny. "Nick doesn't even know the difference? God!"
He kept his finger rolling over her clit. No matter which way she twisted her hips, he followed her. She gasped finally, and he grinned, knowing that his fingering technique was working again.
Marla couldn't help what was happening inside her. There was no way she could stop the electric sensation he caused to jolt through her abdomen, into the very depths of her womb itself. She felt her pussy begin squirming again and felt the juices beginning to form on her convoluted cunt walls. Everything began to swell and bloat within her, and it went from her virginal twatlips to her rubbery nipples.
Her lips parted softly, and a moan escaped from between them. "You're a disgusting man, Uncle Brad," she said. "You're perverted and sick.
You've twisted my brother into your way of thinking, but you can't twist me. Your game is over. I'm finished. I'm not going to be your decoy any more."
He was silent a moment. Then a smile played at his lips. "If I fuck you, you mean?"
"Whether you do or not. It doesn't matter any more."
"I see," he said. "Then you might as well spread your legs and get it over with, huh? I've got nothing to lose either way, and I haven't had me a virgin in a long time."
"Since your daughter?"
"That's right," he grinned, putting his hand on her thigh, pressuring it to part from the other one and leave her virgin cunt vulnerable. "I have to admit I was waiting for the obvious threat-that you wouldn't do it any more if I fucked you. I didn't expect you to feel this way. Doesn't the two thousand mean anything to you?"
"Yes."
"Well, then? There's more where that came from-lots more. I was even thinking about what Nick said-about your getting half. He's got a point."
She sighed heavily. "You don't understand, Uncle Brad. I don't think you're capable of understanding. What the two thousand dollars means to me is that a fine man has been cheated and hurt. And I helped him get that way. For a demented pervert like you. It's on my conscience, Uncle Brad. Ever hear of one of those things!"
He paused a moment. Then his hand left her thigh. He made it come out from under the sheet and sizzle through the air, and he cracked her across the face with it, tearing a sharp cry from her throat and making her eyes blink rapidly.
"Don't get smart with me, you little cunt," he growled quietly. "That's your trouble, Marla, you've got too much conscience. It comes from that hunk of tissue inside your cunt that makes you think you're so pure and holy. I heard this Phillips turned you on, but I didn't realize how much until just now. We're going to fix that, baby, and you're going to stay right here and do any fucking thing I tell you to do. To anybody I pick to have you do it to, get me?"
"No, I'm not."
He sighed. "Honey, you're trying to ruffle the wrong guy. Just like your stupid brother. If you think your Mr. Wonderful has been cheated and hurt today, then you haven't seen what it means to be hurt. I've got a file on him as thick as your tit, and he's vulnerable-wide open. I can start with his sister. Did you know he had a sister down there all holed up with him in that big house? Then there's the maid. Name's Jenny. A neat trick, mulatto. There's a big black son of a bitch looking for her, claims he's her husband. What do you suppose he'd do to Peter Phillips if he found out he's been dicking his wife, huh?"
"You're bluffing!" she cried, sucking in her breath, knowing that her Uncle Brad never bluffed.
"Am I?" he grinned. "The sister's blind. Quite a looker, I understand. Just Lonny's type. She'd be grateful for any kind of attention, even his. Tell me, Marla, would you recommend Lonny for an enjoyable companion? You should be able to tell me, now that you've had your asshole reamed out by him. Or do you think she'd prefer the husband of her personal maid. They call him Captain Benny-a mean-tempered shrimper out of Key West with one eye. Claims his wife took the other one, and he wants to talk to her some about that."
"You bastard," she said quietly, dully, offering no more resistance as his hands spread her thighs and moved her butt to a level position on the bed.
"There's more, Marla. I told you I put in my share of the work. But I think you get the picture, don't you?"
She got it. But what was she going to do with it? What did it really matter to her what happened to Peter Phillips? She didn't know him. What had happened on his boat this afternoon had been a fantastic dream of the moment, with no substance. And yet . . .
Uncle Brad's mouth came down over hers. His tongue pushed between her lips and searched for hers. Marla recoiled from the shock of it and from the dirtiness she felt just being with him. She tried to lie woodenly beneath him and pretend that what he was going to do would have no effect on her, but, after a moment, she groaned and twisted her head to the side and pushed at him, beginning to kick.
He lay fully across her squirming body and held her down. He put his face close to hers and breathed stale breath into it. "Then there's Nick," he said distinctly. "Want me to tell you what happens to Nick if you don't cooperate?"
"No!" she cried, breaking under the strain at last.
He chuckled softly and kissed her again, his hand going to her cunt at the same time. It was spread open and ready for him. He gripped the soft petals of her pussylips and massaged them. He rolled his fingertip about her clit and brought another moan from her.
Marla was filled with loathing for him and now herself. Perhaps she couldn't help being raped by him, but she didn't have to lie there and start groaning and bloating and squirming as if she enjoyed it so damned much.
But there was no denying the sensations rippling through her, coming as a trickle at first and growing bigger with each rotation of his finger over her clit. There was no way she could pretend her cunt wasn't becoming inflamed and oiled with the aromatic juices from deep inside her pussy.
She wished he would hurry up with it. She didn't know why he had to make her humiliate herself. If he would only mount her and drive his prick into her cunt and end the hopeless battle to preserve her cherry, then the torment would end.
But he kept playing with her pussy, teasing her cunt mouth, the soft folds of her gash, her clit. He ran his fingertip around her bung and made it reawaken with sensational throbbings that were no longer a sign of pain, but of pleasure.
He massaged her asscheeks and hips and sucked on her tits with his warm mouth until her nipples were spikes. He tongued her stomach and licked at her abdomen and got her pubes snarled in the point of his tongue.
She sucked in her breath in an irregular series of gasps and felt his tongue go lower, down into her puffy gash, until it was licking around the soft meat of her cuntlips, massaging them gently. He made the point of it slide along one side of her clitoral root and then the other, and then he centered it over the screaming tip of her bud and flattened it out and shook it up and down until she couldn't stand it any more.
"God! God!" she whimpered.
Her fingers clenched and opened hesitantly, and she couldn't stop herself. She lifted her hands and cupped the back of her uncle's head and pressed his face into her cunt with a cry of despair. She felt his breath on her belly and his lips go around her swollen nub as he captured her clit between his lips and sucked and pulled and vibrated it with his tongue.
Marla's thighs were wide apart. She couldn't stop them from turning outward slightly to open her crotch to him even more. Her buttcheeks began trembling, and he slid his hands under them and massaged them until she was tossing her head and moaning and wanting to come-actually wanting "Uncle Brad-stop!" she cried, a final surge of shame washing over her, nearly drowning her.
He lapped harder at her pussy. He fingered her ass crack with one hand and slid the other up to her tit and massaged it. He lowered his mouth on her pussy and lapped at the pulsing ring of her watering cunt mouth, thrusting his tongue into the muscular, slippery cavity and making it squirm and pulsate wildly. Marla was conscious of everything, of every tiny sensation blazing through her, of the way his pointed tongue was fucking her pussy the way his cock would in a few moments. Her heels began drumming on the bed, and she felt herself rising beyond the point of any recall. With a cry of despair, she fitted her hands over her other tit and rolled it hard, providing stimulation to every sexual zone of her body.
She opened her mouth and shrieked. The sound built and built, and she didn't care who heard it. The noise was disgusting and shameful to her ears, but she just didn't care any more. She was a disgusting and shameful person now, and she was going to come. God, was she going to come!
"Uncle Brad, you bastard!" she yelled.
Her last gesture of defiance before the world came crashing down upon her. She felt a kind of suctioning at her pussy, as if she wanted his tongue all the way inside her hole. Then there was an explosion, and she could feel all her cunt tissues, so slippery and coated and inflamed, purse outward around the end of his tongue.
She vibrated and shook over the total length of her body as wave after wave of orgasm whipped through her and made her pulse hammer her into a state of dizziness.
Things went dark. It was as if she were in the midst of a whirlwind. She went around and around with incredible swiftness, coming and coming. She heard the sloppy sounds her uncle was making in her cunt, and she didn't care. Let it slop. Let it run and. juice up. Let it quiver and shake. She didn't care. She was still a virgin. Maybe some other fate would interfere and keep her one. Damn the virginity, she didn't even care about it any more.
She hadn't finished with her orgasm yet, when Uncle Brad removed his mouth from her pussy. Obscenely, she cried out in protest and tried to position his head back between her thighs.
He came up over her, mounting her. Her twat quivered and shook, needing more, still unsatisfied, still unfinished from the first time. Her eyes popped open, and she saw his face, grinning, victorious, lewd with lust and shiny with her cunt's flow.
The aroma wafted down to her, and she moaned with shame again. But the shame was something good, now, something exciting and breathtaking. There was an insane sense of accomplishment, as if it were a mark of hers upon the world to know that her juices were smeared over her uncle's face and nose and lips and were inside his mouth, flavoring his tongue and coloring his breath. There was a sense of seeing herself in him-on him, all over him. A side of herself that she had never seen on anyone before. It was not ugly.
"You're ready now," he said huskily, leaning far over her.
She felt his hips between her thighs. She couldn't stop them from closing about his body and capturing it.
"Oh, God," she choked, turning her head to the side.
Ready . . . Yes, she was ready. She had been ready for ages and had fought against being ready.
She felt her hands smoothing over his butt, helping to position his hips, urging him forward and down. She groaned once more, the sound coming from the very depths of her soul. She wished he were Pete. Even Nick. But he wasn't, and she just didn't care any more. He had succeeded in twisting her and warping her, too, and she shed a silent tear for the girl that was once Marla Carver. She turned her head back and saw herself mirrored in his eyes, in the lust he held there, and faced the Marla Carver that was to be a woman.
His cockhead touched her slippery gash and rested there. She stiffened and made a small cry come forth. "No," she said weakly. It was automatic, the result of years of avoiding.
Then his cock began to push into her hole. She felt her pussy widen slickly to accommodate the mushroom-shaped girth of his knob. Her cunt muscles pulsed around the intruder as if sensing it, testing it, getting the feel of it to determine if it were friend or foe. They couldn't decide, and they sucked in more of his dick to experiment further.
"Ohhh," she moaned, lifting her hips, unable to hold them still.
He pushed harder, and she gasped throatily, wanting, yet still repulsing the advance of his hard cock into her virgin cunt.
For some reason, she thought of Sue, of slutty Sue, and the way her cousin had kicked her legs into the air and had hollered with delirious joy at her moment of orgasm. Was that end awaiting her now? Would it really be that good?
Uncle Brad inched his prick into her hole, and she felt the beginnings of pain, the pressure on her hymen. She felt the give of the thin tissue and then the end of the giving when it wouldn't stretch any more.
"Oh! Oh!" she yipped. "No! Don't, it hurts!"
"Relax," he said gently.
She couldn't. She felt him gather himself for the plunge that would alter her life forever. She braced herself. The pain increased. But it was becoming a good kind of pain, the way it had when Nick had fucked into her asshole.
Poor Nick, she thought. How he'd wanted my cherry.
Uncle Brad lowered his head. Her concentration went from her pussy to his lips. They were nibbling across her face in an oddly disturbing way. They went to her ear lobe and sucked on it. She tried to move her head to the side. The pressure on her cherry became a dull throb.
She yelled sharply, her mind trying to sort out what had happened. Her ear burned like fire, but so did her cunt. The moment she realized he had bitten her ear, she felt the full, throbbing length of his prick rammed all the way inside her fresh, unused pussy.
"You've done it!" she cried, startled. "You fucked me!"
"Ohhh," he groaned. "Oh, my God ..."
His cock was in her cunt, in all the way. She felt her pussy muscles throbbing and pulsing, not just at the front, towards the mouth, but all along the molten length of her entire cunt.
"Uncle Brad, you fucked me!" she cried again, as if needing confirmation of what was unmistakably true.
"Not yet," he said. "I haven't finished. God, Marla, I've only just begun. You don't know what your cunt feels like to me, honey. Granny gave you the slickest cunt in the world, and you've been hiding it. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Marla moaned inside, wishing he hadn't said that. The shame came back again. She lay under her uncle with his cock imbedded fully in her twat and felt it all return to haunt her.
"Ohhh, take it out, Uncle Brad. I've changed my mind. I don't want it now, I don't!"
"It's too late for that," he said, smoothing his hand over her forehead, trying to calm her. "You can't put it back together again."
He began withdrawing from her snatch. She thought he was going to take his cock out of her cunt. It went back to the knob and came into her hole again, making her cunt muscles stretch and widen for him once more. Sensation rippled through her, and she groaned aloud, wanting more of his cock and not wanting it at all. She began to cry.
"Don't fuck me any more, Uncle Brad, don't fuck me," she whimpered.
He said nothing. His cock reached the end of her cunt and made her grab at his ass to hold him back from punching through her back. He started humping in a regular rhythm. He went faster and faster, fucking her, fucking her.
The words went through her mind with the cadence of a small steam engine. She felt his hips come down against hers, harder and harder. She began to shake her head back and forth, not wanting to respond, somehow still struggling against the knowledge, against what was happening to her.
And then her hips were lifting from the bed automatically, shamelessly, and she knew she was fucking him back like the slut she was.
"No, no, no!" her little train chugged.
The wheels went around. They made slurping, sucking noises as if mired in the bog of her sodden cunt flesh. The piston went in and out, and the head of steam began to build inside her.
She shook the juvenile imagery from her mind and tried to concentrate on the fact that she was being fucked, completely and unalterably by her uncle, that he was going to build up his own head of steam and blow it into her body. She imagined the slippery, mouth-filling flow of his jizz and cried out with the dirtiness of her mental picture.
Her hips wouldn't stop pumping back at him. Her cunt wouldn't quit its damnable sucking and pulling and milking of his cock. It had finally decided it liked the invader, and it was showing its pleasure, writhing and squirming all about his prick the way a puppy squirms around his master's leg.
Something new began to enter into her consciousness. New and yet familiar. She felt it build. She couldn't stop it. Every forward thrust of his prick lifted it up a notch.
His hands came from her soft ass to her thighs, and she knew he was urging her to put her legs around his butt the way Sue had done. She knew how. She had the picture. Her legs moved of their own accord. She felt herself rocking back on the small of her spine and her heels locking into the crack of his ass. She knew her pussy was wide open to his charging prick now, and she could feel his balls tapping at her asshole and making it pulse.
Just like Sue. The same position, the same thrills racing through her body. She was even going to yell the same way over the same man. The sound bubbled up in her throat. She could hear his quickening breaths, and they spurred her on, making it impossible for her to stop now.
"I'm coming!" she cried. "Oh, God-I'm coming! COOMMIINNGG!!"
"Let it go, Marla!" he cried with her. "Give it a big one!"
"YAAAGGGHHH!!" she yelled mindlessly.
Her hips rose from the bed. Her pussy went wild, delighted with finally having something to pulse and suck around. She felt her whole channel come alive as thrill after thrill whizzed through her body and made her mind reel.
Her legs shot out straight, and she rocked back all the way, lifting up her ass to him, taking his thick cock all the way into her new, spasming cunt, sucking up his explosive jets of sperm, drinking it all back into her quivering twat.
He cried out and grunted next to her ear, and there was something disgusting and thrilling at the same time about the sound of it. She shuddered all over and began a twisting motion, her whole torso writhing, her legs shaking. He was fucking her and making her come. She was fucked-fucked! She was a woman at last.
She broke down and sobbed harshly, not knowing any more whether she felt grief or joy, knowing only that the constant war of nerves was finally finished. He kept on. He wouldn't stop fucking her. She had barely come down from her first orgasm when he was pumping into her again, his cock now floating through the volume of juices inside her cunt. He made her come again, tossing and churning and whimpering under him, feeling her body nearly double up with the intensity of her spasms.
He pulled his dick out and turned her over. Her tits drilled into the bed. He parted her asscheeks and made her groan in protest. But he didn't fuck his cock into her ass. He slid underneath it and lifted her rump back and parted her drooling cuntlips with the nose of his prick and sent it slamming into her snatch again, pounding his hips against her round, firm buns, playing with her tits and her pussy as he did.
She moaned into the pillow and began to want an end to it. From somewhere, consciousness of the fact that this was her uncle fucking her returned to her and made her ashamed.
But, there was no end. He lay on his back and lifted her over his hips, making her pussy spread wide. Jism ran out of her hole and dribbled down over his upright shaft until he plugged her with it. Then it squeezed out around his prick and ran over his balls, and he shot more jizz into her pussy so that whole degrading episode could happen again with the next position.
The darkness began to fade and grow gray with sunrise. She didn't have to imagine any of it any more; she was able to see it now-the way her golden pubes were matted and dark and stringy from all his sperm, from the flow of her juices. She saw a flaky coating on her inner thighs. She was beginning to feel the rawness inside her cunt. She wanted him to stop fucking her.
"Come here, you little mink," he said wearily, turning her onto her back again, putting his hand between her legs.
They parted for him automatically now, and that shamed her. "No-no more," she croaked.
"You've got to learn. You've got to love it. There's money. There's a-" He stopped and sighed as if he'd lost track. He made an animal sound and lowered himself onto her. He had to stuff his half-limp prick into her hole. It grew after a moment and stretched out fully towards the end of her cunt.
"Ohhh, no more, no more!" she cried in protest.
Yet, her hips went up and down in the automatic rhythm it seemed they had been pumping in for eons now, so familiar were they. It took a long time. He fucked and fucked, and each plunge of his prick seemed to drill the knowledge into her that she was no longer a virgin.
She sank back inside herself and felt dejection wash over her. She lay woodenly beneath him and felt him pound against her body and quicken to the sucking of her oiled cunt. She had stopped moving, because everything inside her had gone suddenly dead. She waited for him to finish. She recognized the signs now. That, too, felt odd to her. She felt she knew him intimately, and she didn't like what she knew.
Uncle Brad grunted and exploded, his body cramping from the excess, his prick only dripping and squeezing out a few drops of fluid. He lay heavily on her when he was finished, breathing very deeply. He rolled off her chest. She looked at his face and saw the fatigue there and was glad. He was finished. Until tonight, tomorrow night-sometime later.
She put her hands under his hips and pushed. His cock came out of her pussy, wilted and drained. He groaned and rolled onto his back and was asleep almost immediately.
Marla stared at him. She looked at his cock and saw it as offensive, vile, disgusting, not because it was a cock but because it was his cock. Feeling something inside her chest quicken, she rolled out of the bed and nearly fell to the floor when she tried to stand. There was something new inside her, a resolve that was going to be acted on.
She dressed as quickly as she could. She took a last look at him to be certain he was asleep, then stole out the door into the yard. She had to hold herself back to keep from running as she hurried around the house to the front. She saw the first bus of the day down the block. Her heart hammered as she stood and waited for it, sperm still running down the inside of her thigh.