Chapter 7

John was watching at the front window when the red convertible full of boys delivered Diane at the door. Anger made his hands tremble. The little whore! he thought. He'd been pacing for hours, afraid something had happened to her, thinking she may have been struck by a car and was lying unconscious in a hospital, unable to speak, to tell the doctors who she was. But worse, she'd been out on a gang bang! She'd been giving her hot little gash to another carload of thugs. Furious, he stripped the belt from his waist and strode to the hall door. He waited, heart thumping, imagining what he would do to the girl.

Diane knew Uncle John would be angry with her. But it wasn't her fault! She'd simply tell him the truth; how the boys, as Tony and the others had done, took advantage of her. Besides, she decided, he was only her uncle, after all. And although she loved him, adored his big, veiny cock, she was his niece, not a wife, and could do what she damn well pleased.

Nervous, wary despite the sudden spark of self-reliance, she paused on the stairs to straighten her clothes. Her body was numb from the waist down. Her cunt and asshole seemed to have joined forces-breached the gap between, leaving one gigantic sore gash in her lower belly. She felt the warm blood creep up her neck as she remembered what the boys had subjected her to. Why was it, she wondered. What was there about her that attracted brutes?

She thought back to the day at the store, which seemed a lifetime ago... recalling how she'd defied Tony, the invisible hand gripping her virgin pussy when he brandished the gun and ordered her to the floor. And later, at the cabin, when they attacked her, how she seemed to say and do things which spurred them on. It was almost as if she enjoyed being hurt. Almost as if she instigated situations where sex and pain were synonymous.

A nervous laugh escaped Diane's throat. The strange thoughts, the uncontrollable urges- drives she didn't understand-frightened her. She forced the thoughts from her mind. She wasn't like that! she told herself. It was simply a case of having been in the wrong place at the wrong time. She sniffled. Tucking the blouse into the waist of the hot pants, wondering what Uncle John was going to say, and deciding, after all, it might be best not to tell him where she'd been and what had occurred-might be best to invent a simple tale-she climbed the stairs to the apartment door.

Immediately the girl entered the living room, John noted the disheveled clothing, the blush on her attractive, young face, and that her hazel eyes darted furtively away from his inquiring gaze. With satisfaction, he watched her blink at the thick leather belt in his hand. He flicked his wrist. The belt, like a rattlesnake striking, snapped.

"D-don't!" Diane raised one fragile hand to her glistening lips. Stepping back, she stared in horror at her uncle.

"I warned you!" roared John, intoxicated with the sudden sense of power tightening the muscles across his chest, down his arms, in the hand the belt dangled from. "I told you what you'd get if I ever caught you putting out for anyone but me. Now-" he made a grab for the girl.

"Nooo!" Diane dodged, put the coffee table between her and John. "I... I d-d-didn't do anything. I w-went to the movies with... with a friend!"

Then: "I saw you get out of that car not five minutes ago. Was it Fred? And the others? Did you give the whole fucking carload a piece?" Again he snapped the belt... enjoying it when the girl winced... imagining the welts it would raise on her lovely backside.

"T-they made me!" cried Diane, cowering. She retreated until the back of her legs met the sofa and there was no place else to go. "Oh, Uncle John, it... it was horrible!" she offered hysterically. "I... I didn't want to. But Fred... and the people on the sidewalk. There was this man. And a fat woman who kept saying the most awful things. So I got in the car. Honest! And then they made me do even worse than the ones who took me away on the day of the robbery." She stared pleadingly up at him.

John didn't know or care what she was talking about. He knew only that she'd disobeyed his orders... given herself, her body, after he warned her not to. Watching her, noting the way the blouse stretched tight across her breasts and the hot pants even tighter over her belly, he recalled the day she came home and summoned him to the bathroom to see the welts and bruises down her back. What was it like to see the girl's white buttocks grow bright pink under the lash of a belt, he wondered. Would she yell? Scream? And afterward... was it like the story she'd told about the boy whipping her because it made her rise up off the bed, made it better, when they screwed?

Diane seemed to take heart by what appeared to be hesitation to use the belt. Lifting her small chin, squaring her shoulders and throwing her breasts out, she said, "Besides... I'm sixteen and can do as I please."

The brazen little cunt! thought John. Abruptly he stepped forward, spanning the coffee table with one long leg, and grabbed the girl's arm. "I'll show you who's boss," he growled. "Do as you please, huh?"

He flung her-yelping, the fright back in her big, babydoll eyes-onto the sofa. Her foot lashed out. It grazed his crotch... not enough to hurt, but enough to make the anger he'd nurtured while waiting for her to get home flare up anew. But now there was something more. As his niece struggled to rise from the cushions, the hot pants, askew to begin with, rode high on one gorgeous, full thigh. As John bounced her back down-still kicking, legs wide-a tuft of blonde hair, peeping from the legband of the girl's panties, came into view. And John's cock began to grow hard in his pantsleg.

"They're new!" protested Diane as his fingers locked at the waistband of the shorts, yanked. The button at the waist of the hot pants gave. The zipper whizzed open. Tearing the material down her thighs, John feasted his eyes on the pink and white flesh, the gold down, beneath the transparent panties. The bulge in his pants threatening to burst through, he reached for the nylon undergarment. Diane rolled away. On hands and knees, she tried to scramble over the arm of the sofa. The belt lashed out, made a loud cracking sound against her upthrusted behind. "OWWWW!"

Before she could recover from the stinging blow, John was on her... tearing the nylon from her hips... baring her exquisite behind. He was suddenly obsessed with the thought, the mental picture of his niece tied to a bed, being whipped. Knee at the crook of her back, he held her down. He heard her wail. But he couldn't resist bringing the belt down. Again it kissed her backside... louder! And the sound, the sight of her succulent buttocks pulling tight, pinching the sweet crack up her lush bottom, made him lash out again and again until the tender white surface was crisscrossed with red.

"No moooooore!" begged Diane. "Oh! Oh God! Oh God, you're killing meeeeeeeee!"

Panting, sweat pouring from his brow, John stared down at the creamy mounds, the thighs, the blonde fuzz growing low in the crack of the ass he adored. He dropped the belt. He knew he had hurt her. But not nearly as much as the thugs who'd held her captive for days, he reasoned. He was about to tell her so when the girl threw her arms around his legs, and, instead of recriminations, pressed her face, her mouth, to the mighty bulge in his pantsleg.

John fell with her onto the cushions. No longer were they niece and uncle-victim and master. Now they were lovers-male and female about to form the pact of sexual equality. "Oh, Uncle John," sobbed Diane. "Do it to me. Fuck me. Please. Don't be mad anymore. Stick your big dick up my pussy and forget everything else."

John kissed her. Her lips opened beneath his. He sucked her sweet breath, drove his tongue into the depths of her mouth. He pressed the hard meat in his pants into the soft, hot little pink and blonde pocket between her smooth, lovely thighs. His hands slid down her sides, over and under her hips, to the succulent melons he'd lashed out against moments before. He groaned. Her flesh was on fire... searing his palms as she raised up, as she'd told him, as had happened at the cabin when the boy applied the stinging belt to her ass. "Do it," Diane breathed into his mouth. Her hand crept down between their straining bodies to his fly. She fumbled. Her fingers found the zipper.

John's hips jerked uncontrollably as the girl's slender fingers closed tight on the shaft of his cock. He lifted... helping her free the enraged monster. His hands moved back up her sides, to her blouse. He undid the buttons... exposing her breasts, nipples taut, standing tall, reaching out, it seemed, for the hungry ministrations of his lips. He covered one hot little bud, sucked it into his mouth, and batted his tongue against the sensitive tip. "Put it in for me," he croaked, unable to wait, to take the time to undress, humping his prick at the wet gash between her legs. "In your cunt!" he told her, exciting himself more by mouthing the word. "Show my dick the way home. The way up your pussy. Now!"

"Oh, yes. Yes!" Working her hand down the stiff shaft, to the roots, Diane held the dart firmly. She raised out a knee, kicked off the shorts and panties and dropped the other leg over the edge of the sofa. The bright pink folds of her luscious inner cunt fell open.

"Put... put it in!" commanded John.

Diane made the subdued sound deep in her throat that held for him a way of negating the outside world, taking him in-as if he were merely a prick, no mind, no body, and her cunt-hole, her exquisite, tight and hot and wet little blonde wedge, was the only live thing in the universe. A shiver ran through his body. He gasped... experiencing for what must have been the hundredth time since she came home from the cabin, he estimated, the wonder of her velvet sheath sucking the knob of his cock into the fiery depths of her delectable vagina.

"Oh. Oh, do it," whispered Diane, pumping her pelvis up off the cushions.

John tried to restrain her. Already his joint was tingling toward orgasm. The slippery walls of her cunt seemed destined to draw the cum prematurely up from his nuts, and he didn't want it to happen, not yet. Not before he basked in her heat. Not before he had a chance to feel her cuntlips turn out and then in along the length of pistoning rod. Not so soon-before he could fuck her the way she deserved to be screwed. "Slow down," he told her. "You... you'll make me pop off too soon."

"I want you to. I do. I dooo!" Diane did something inside her cunt that made him half crazy. Her little round ass refused to remain still- came up off the sofa and grinded her curly white-blonde pussy onto his tool.

"Not yet. No!" John bored down, pinning her flat with his weight. He watched her young face contort with the effort her body was making to reach orgasm. "Tell me about the boys," he directed, wanting to hear what new degradation his lovely young niece had been subjected to. "About Fred and the others. How many were there?"

"T-three. They oh! Oh, Uncle John. They... they made me do the most t-t-terrible things."

Sucking her taut little nipple, hands once again gripping her succulent ass, John set a slow, steady fuck rhythm. "Tell me!" he demanded.

Diane sobbed. She closed her eyes tight-as if remembering. Her ass, her pussy, matched his pace. "F-first in the car," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Mike held my legs while Fred fucked his swipe into me. Then they changed places and Mike did my pussy while Fred-" she threw her hips high despite his weight- "put his long stinking dick in my mouth. Oh. Ohhh!" Again she began to gyrate furiously.

Slipping one hand from her bottom, John splayed his fingers on her belly, pressed. The girl cried out in pain. He maintained the pressure until her hips rejoined the slow pace. "What else?" he asked. "What about the third boy? Did he fuck you?"

"I... I passed out," Diane continued finally. "And when I came to we were parked. In the woods. And then they carried me out of the car, and all three oh! Oh, Uncle John! They... they fucked my asshole and pussy and made me suck and... and did me every whichway!"

John could imagine the girl trapped, as he had imagined her trapped at the cabin, and three stiff pricks taking pleasure from her stacked little young body. Did she fight them, he wondered. No! he decided. He was certain she gave it up willingly! He was by now convinced the girl would fuck for Satan himself if she once saw his pole. His own pole began to dig faster... making soft slurping noises as it dipped smoothly in and out of her sopping wet hole. "They... they did me standing u-up first," Diane went on without prompting. "The driver -oh! Oh, he was ugly! He... he made me bend over. And while he fucked his big pipe up my rectum, Mike, whose s-swipe is uncircumcised, made me s-s-suck. And then Fred-" she made a strangled, pleasure noise and again her ass shot up high off the cushions-"Fred got on his knees, between my legs, and began to lap. His tongue... ow! Owwwwww! His tongue went up my pussy like... like a wet snake! Oh God. Oh God, Uncle John, hurry 'n' come in meeeeee!"

But John wasn't yet ready to allow his dick to spit. It was too good. Fucking the girl was something you savored, he thought. Like Napolean brandy. Like an expensive Havana. And he knew, once the cream wiggled up from his sacs, once the release of orgasm gripped his body, his cock would go limp for a moment, would have to be coaxed back to life. He didn't want that. He couldn't stand-not even for the moment it would take to coax a full hard one more-the thought of having to take his meat out of the girl's luscious pussy. "What else?" he insisted, concentrating on her lips...the moist pinkness... the pout... envisoning a cock, his own mighty hard-on, slipping into her face. "Tell me, honey. What... um! What else did they do to you?"

"We... we all came," breathed Diane laboriously. "But it was only the beginning. They only stopped long enough for Mike to push me down on the blanket. Then they were on me again. Fred-he said I owed him for the cunt-lapping. B-but he couldn't decide what he wanted to do. F-first he sucked on my titties like... like y-you're doing now-ow! Then... then he rubbed the tip of his swipe up and down the crack of my ass in the lips of my pussy-sort of playing while the others whacked themselves hard again. Oh! Oh I... I almost died when he asked for the v-v-vibrator again."

John stopped humping. Vibrator? "What vibrator?"

"The driver!" wailed Diane, face crinkling up, as if she were going to cry again. "That horrible, horrible man! He... he had an electric-like thing in the shape of a swipe, and when he turned it on 'n' stuck it up my belly-first in front, then in back, in the car, before they took me outside-it... it... oh, it churned up my in-sides so bad I thought sure I was going to pass out again. And Fred. Oh! Fucking Fred! He... he told the driver to get it when he finally decided what they were going to do to me." Her voice broke; as if the memory of what Fred had done to her, the thought of the vibrator, was too painful to endure.

Now John was perplexed. For a moment he forgot the tightness caressing his prick, the sweet ass grinding beneath him, the nipples hot and hard and twanging, it seemed, against his lips. What in the world could they have done to her that hadn't been done before, he wondered. She'd said it herself, she'd been fucked every fucking whichway! And yet there she was, near tears, grinding, bumping, screwing her pussy up at him, but reluctant to go on with the story.

Before he could ask, put the thoughts into words, Diane said, "F-F-Fred held the vibrator in one hand, his swipe in the other, and owwwwwww! He... he fucked the thing up my asshole at the same time his rod was boring in... into m-my t-t-twat! 'Oh, no! NO! You... you're splitting me open!' I yelled. 'Stop! Please, I'll do anything, only don't turn it on!' But he only laughed. 'You fucking dig it! ' he told me. 'Now, shuddup and-!' He pushed the switch and started the thing moving at the same time his rod pushed the rest of the way up my belly. I yelled. I tried to make him stop. I pleaded and clawed at his face and kicked and strained because the awful thing was churning my insides upside down again like in the car. It... it was too big. B-b-bigger than... bigger than anything! Bigger than yours!" She threw her legs up to his waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpered and began fucking her hot little hairy hole round and round and off and onto his hard dipping cock.

A vibrator! thought John. Why hadn't he thought of that? He didn't have courage enough to invite another man to share his niece, he admitted. But he'd often wondered... was anxious to know what it felt like to have another stiff prick boring into the girl while they screwed. And although a vibrator wasn't exactly the same thing, didn't have the dexterity to improvise which a live dick possessed, it was, or at least he supposed it would be, better than nothing.

Swiftly he glanced about the living room. His gaze settled on the bowl of plastic fruit- Margaret's fruit-on the coffee table. The banana! It was long-a foot long, at least, he estimated-and hard and bowed. And although it wouldn't vibrate, couldn't add the sensation a battery-operated dildo possessed, he could make up for that, he supposed, if he used it just right.

"Get on top," he told the girl, hurriedly unwrapping her legs from his waist, and rolling until her lush little body was astraddle him.

"Oh. Oh, Uncle John. Hurry. Shoot off. Please. Put cum Into me."

"Undo my pants first. Push 'em down my legs."

Diane complied. She pushed the pants down until he was able to kick them off. But the shorts were troublesome, too. Quickly John gripped the fly of the undergarment. With one mighty tug, as if the garment were made of gauze, he shredded and flung the bothersome shorts away. The tender insides of his niece's white upper thighs came gently to rest on his legs. Her hot pussy, without the bulk in the way, nipped down another half inch... greedy for more.

"Fuck me now. Fuck me good, Uncle John. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" Face flushed and contorted, chewing her lower lip, Diane raised up suspending her breasts, her nipples, above his face, and wiggled her round behind, her pussy, her wet cunthole, up and down the meat spike in her belly.

John had to force his hips to remain still. He wanted to slam his prick into her, make her cry out as he filled her delectable sheath with thick goo. Instead, he watched her hazel eyes widen as he reached out, groping for the banana. His fingers closed around the yellow monster. It was fatter-maybe too fat-thicker than he'd estimated. But he had to try, had to simulate a dildo, the vibrator she'd told him about, and see what it was like to fuck with another cock reaming out her plump ass.

"Wha...?" Diane gasped as he steered one end of the long piece of plastic to her up-thrusted behind.

"Hold still," he directed.

"N-N-NOOO!"

But he had already found the hot little hole and was pushing, forcing the make-believe dick inch by inch up her quivering bottom. God, she was tight! It went in so slowly he wondered about getting the entire length up between her cute cheeks. But he had to have her that way. Even though she tried to escape by leaning far forward... only making it better... struggling the way she'd fought, he supposed, when the three thugs first got her to the cabin at Palos Verdes. His free hand clamped tight on her ass... fingers deep in the crack above the invading banana.

"Uncle Jooooooooohn!"

He felt the walls of her upper vagina close tight on the glans of his cock; felt the tiny bud inside her cuntlips vibrate against the thick shaft, and knew she was having an orgasm. And then another. And another as he pushed all but a few paltry inches of the banana up her brown velvet chute. He groaned. Inside, along the bowed underside of his joint, he could feel the hard plastic-could feel her rectum, the thin membrane between front and rear passage, twanging like the strings on a violin. He released the banana, left the short end protruding from her gaped open asshole, gripped the trembling halves of her ass, and humped. The force of his drive threw the girl high in the air. She gasped and came down... cunt drawing his stiff meat back in... buttocks already lifting, beginning the upward climb for another downward grind.

"Honey!" he choked. "Christ Jesus, it's good this way. The best, sweetheart. The absolute fucking greatest screw in the whole fucking world."

Diane made an incoherent sound. "I know, baby. You don't have to talk. Just go. Don't... ah! Ahhhhh! D-don't hold back. Fuck it onto me. Move! Make that sweet pussy work."

Willingly Diane obeyed. Raising her hips, so that her cunt was half on, half off his long, veiny prick, she gyrated her ass so fast John thought the cream in his nuts would be whipped when the blast came. Again he gripped the fat plastic banana. Trying to match the girl's insane rhythm, he withdrew cock and plastic, until both almost popped from their sheaths. He waited until she was on the downward grind. Then he slammed the meat in her forebelly and the ersatz meat reaming her rounded behind, as hard and as deep as they'd go.

"Ow! Ow! Owwwwwwwwww!" Diane became a virtual fuck machine. Her hips met his, thrust for thrust. Her white-blonde pussy, sloppy wet now, slurped each time his rod pistoned-dripping its scent, thick cuntjuice, down the length of his sex, over his balls, into the hairy crack of his ass and onto the sofa.

"Fuck, honey," John gasped. "Keep working. Show... show me how you screwed for the boys. The ones in the cabin. The way you seem to like best. Like today. With the boys in the car. How you told me-when one fucked your ass and the other plowed like I'm plowing you now."

"Hummmmmmm!" Diane closed her eyes, bucking, an unbroken yearling. "It... oh, it was so good. I oh! Ohhhhh! Oh, Uncle John, I... I c-c-can't stop com-miiiing!"

John didn't care if she never stopped. He told her so... with his body, his cock. He rammed his hips off the cushions, expecting her to cry out with the force of the jab. But she merely fucked faster. Faster and faster. Leaning forward, she allowed the plastic banana to glide back, and screwed her hot little asshole onto the shit-smeared yellow thing once more. Then down, grinding her cunt, like a corkscrew, again and again onto the bowed length of his member. It was the wildest thing John had ever experienced. He'd never before known a girl like Diane; a girl who appeared so pure, so innocent yet had known-how many? Were there others besides the six boys he knew of? Another carload? Another cabinful? The mere thought enraged him anew. She was his-his beautiful, incestuous little whore-niece, who had done more in a month, learned more about sex, than most women did in a lifetime. And he'd beat her lovely ass raw he decided, if she ever, ever again, gave her pussy away to another.

Anger made him drive the banana too hard, too deep in her rectum. Diane gulped as he lost the short end. "Oh, nooo," she cried. "G-g-get it ooooout!"

John was too close to orgasm to stop. He continued to slam his joint, stiffer than ever before, up her wet cunthole. Forgetting the embedded plastic, putting the problem aside for the exquisite problem inching up from his sacs, he gripped the back of the girl's small blonde head and forced her lips against his. He drove his tongue into her mouth. Holding her ass in one hand, head in the other, he pumped. He pistoned his throbbing dick into the heat, the wetness, the softness, the nipping splendor deep between her spread thighs.

He couldn't get enough of her. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of the pink and white body, the blonde and pink pussy, the little round ass, the big eyes, and the magic of the girl he had tried not to think of that way until the day he walked into the bathroom and realized, admitted to himself, that he'd always wanted to stick a stiff dick in the place, the hot hairy hole, where he now was planting the richest, the strongest, the most fiery cumload his balls had ever produced.

He groaned and strained... sucking her mouth... pressing her hard-tipped breasts to his chest... kneading her succulent ass flesh... and fucked off spurt after spurt of thick, gooey jism. He heard her gasp. Through the fog of orgasm, the delicious warmth of release, he listened to her subdued, deep-throated love noises. And he felt her gyrating again... unmindful of the offensive banana... unconcerned, as unconcerned as he was, with anything except the sensations-the "cum fairies," Margaret had called them-racing one behind the other, in time to the slap-slap-slapping of bare belly against belly.

It ended too soon. John would have been content to lie there pissing cum into her pussy forever. But with the last drop came the familiar limpness of joint, the need to rest. Reluctantly he released the girl's head, her lips. He lay sucking air, allowing his prick to soak, giving it time to grow stiff once more.

For a moment, Diane lay quietly with her head on his chest. Then, when her breathing became normal, when she could speak, she raised up, cocked her head, and asked, "What about...?" She motioned over her shoulder.

John laughed. She was adorable at times. In spite of everything, she had retained the little-girl magic most women lose along with their cherry. "What about what?" he taunted, happy, forgetting for the time being that he would have to go to work in the morning that Diane would be home alone, and perhaps, when he returned, he'd discover she had again given herself to another. Now it was him and her. No one else. Nothing to interfere with the pleasure of intimate banter. "What about fucking what?" he repeated, enjoying the way she scowled, the sweetness of her.

"Oh! The banana," whispered Diane.

John stared at her in mock surprise. "Banana?"

"Darn you, anyway." Diane giggled. "How come you make me so mad, beat me and like that, then-well, how come you can be so nice 'n' dopey, too? The b-a-n-a-n-a! The yellow thing up my butt. You know? Huh?" She wiggled her saucy behind, as if to show him the way.

John sobered. His half-hard dick slipped from her sweet vulva. "Okay," he told her. "On your knees," he commanded.

Diane obeyed. Ass high in the air, thighs apart, she presented the problem for his minute inspection. Reaching back she spread her round, creamy cheeks. "Can... can you see it?" she asked in a small, tremulous voice.

The tip of the plastic banana was like the black nose of a curious puppy peering from the blonde tuft of hair at her anus. "I see it," John said, trying to concentrate... trying not to see the provocative flesh on either side of the objective. And her cunt! The lovely pink slit he'd vacated a moment before! Now, it seemed to wink, to beckon. He leaned close, cupped his hand over her pussy, and placed his open mouth to the puckered brown hole the tip of the banana protruded from.

The girl's hips jerked, the delectable halves of her ass quivered and tightened. "Owwww! Uncle John. Wha... wha...?"

"Shhh!" John sucked. The taste was bittersweet, tangy, like nothing he'd ever tasted before. The smell was strong and to his liking. And her hot little gash was dripping more stink, more taste, into the palm of his hand. He sucked with all his might-joint growing hard, even harder than before, as the offensive banana began to slip from her asshole. He removed his mouth long enough to say, "Press! Work your muscles inside. Push out while I pull."

Then he opened his lips over the tiny aperture once more... sucking and thinking how good it would be-imagining, seeing it inside his head -to stick his stiff dick up her rectum once the shit-smeared banana popped free.