Chapter 5
Three days later, Lena Jackson sat at the breakfast table with her husband and two sons, discussing the day ahead.
"I have to go into Bennington today for the Ladies Circle," she said. "I'll probably be there all day since we're quilting Granny Mason a new quilt."
"Okay! I don't need you for anything today," her husband answered. "We'll just eat leftovers for lunch."
"You don't mind?" she asked.
"Of course not," he leaned down and kissed her neck. "You just take all the time you need."
"Will you need the station wagon?"
"Yeah, I will later. I need to take the milk to the dairy," he said, thoughtfully pulling his chin. "But everything will work out fine. Bart and Donald can drive you in, deliver the milk, come back and help me with the fence repair. Then, they can go back and get you this evening."
"I guess that would work out all right ... we're meeting at Ollies house."
"I don't want to go," Donald said. "Can't Bart go by himself?"
"No! I want you to go help him so you can hurry back," Les said authoritatively. "I can't mend the fence by myself."
"Who do you think you are, you little brat?" Bart asked angrily. "You haven't done a single thing since the princess arrived. Who do you think you are? The crown prince?"
"All right, boys. Stop fussing," Lena said as she got up to wash the breakfast dishes.
"Can I wake Barbara and let her come with us?" the young boy asked.
"No! Leave her alone! Let her sleep," Lena said quietly. "It'll do her good. I'm worried about her. Something is wrong."
Fifteen minutes later, Les stood in the front yard, watching his wife and sons until they were completely out of sight. Then, he started across the yard to get the pick-up truck, but suddenly he stopped. He was all alone with his niece! Maybe they could have a heart-to-heart talk; she had been almost incoherent the other day out by the corrals.
To Les, the entire thing was worrisome. Too, as much as he hated to admit it, he was curious. Bart still insisted that he had not fucked her, but she was still frightened of him, and she had insisted that her cousin had raped her. That day, she had begged him to believe her! But Bart had been just as adamant that he had not touched her. Now, the girl stayed in her room most of the time, and his wife told him that she wasn't feeling well. Lena seemed to think that she was lonely for her parents, but he was sure that there was more to it than that. Donald was the only person she wanted to talk to, and she never ate breakfast with them.
Then, knowing that if he was going to do anything about learning the truth, checking it out for himself, this was the day to do it. He might have to use drastic measures, but the truth would be worth it. He would even be able to tell if she was a virgin by using his finger. He took one last look down the country road and hurried into the house. He didn't kid himself; he knew one of the main reasons he wanted to find out the truth was because Barbara had driven him up the walls ever since she came here. Running around with her butt hanging out, she was asking for trouble. She excited him, and that was the truth! He had fucked his wife more since the sweet little bitch came to live with them than he had in the past fifteen years! She really turned him on with her boobs hanging out ... no brassiere! Yeah, she was asking for trouble! Then, a lewd grin split his face as he thought, "My son is just a chip off the old block!"
He tiptoed down the hallway and quietly opened her bedroom door. Sure that she was still asleep, he sneaked into the bedroom, leaving the door cracked so he could get out in a hurry, and silently crept up to the side of the bed. Hardly breathing, he lifted the bed covers and slowly eased them down to the foot of the bed. The young blonde was sleeping on her back, one knee slightly crooked, her entire hair-rimmed vaginal mound exposed to his burning eyes. He felt the spit boil up in his throat. He never had kissed a cunt before in his life, but he had always wanted to. Now here was one just begging to be kissed! And she couldn't do a goddamned thing about it! Shit, he thought, I never saw anything so pretty in my whole life. He choked back his moan of anxious need, and silently knelt beside the bed, facing her golden pussy curls.
He knew that he would be in serious trouble if he even got caught in her room, but he couldn't help himself! Careful not to wake her, he climbed up on the bed, knelt beside her bent leg and used both hands to spread her glistening pink vaginal lips apart, exposing her tiny cuntal hole. Then, unable to control his lustful urges, he lowered his long rigid tongue and slit it through her sweet cuntal slit, softly spreading the warm pink flesh.
"Uhhhhhh ... Barbara moaned, moving her legs wide apart, giving him complete access to her already moistening vaginal slit.
He felt his long thick cock coming to life inside his loosely fitting overalls, and unconsciously moved up closer to her warmly perfumed flesh. He could still remember the feel of her ripe young body when she passed out by the corrals and he had put her in the station wagon; that day he had caressed her soft breasts before she regained consciousness. And he had been getting ready to finger her cunt when she came to. It had been the most exciting sensation that he had felt for a long time.
Kneeling down between her long slender thighs, afraid to move, Les kept his fingers against her pussy lips, his tongue poised just above her gaping pink slit. Seconds later, she became still again, her eyes still closed in sleep, and his mouth dropped to her hair-lined pussy again, slippery now with drops of honeyed moisture seeping from the depths of her vaginal flesh. He speared his outstretched tongue deep inside her heated vaginal hole, and she groaned in her sleep as if she were having another dream. He continued the oral ravishment of her mouth-watering little pussy, his entire, body quivering with obscene hunger for the fulfillment of the throbbing ache inside his balls.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhhhhh...." Barbara! moaned in her sleep, just on the edge of awakening, dreaming that it was her young cousin again, using his finger to bring her to climax. It was so wonderful! Not Bart, though! He had hurt her ... and she hadn't cum like she had when Donnie had finger-fucked her.
Just at that moment, Les buried his face in her heated pussy, licking his long probing tongue the full length of her desire-wetted cunt, fucking his tongue in and out of her tight little hole, and then frictioning across her hardened little clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... agggghhhhhh...." Barbara gurgled, lifting her nakedly jerking buttocks, then pressing them downward into the mattress in an effort to relieve the intense pleasure down there between her widespread thighs. Suddenly, she could feel a hot air blowing against her burning cuntal flesh, and her eyelids began fluttering in ecstasy as he drew his pleasurable tongue intently upward through her gaping wet furrow. Then, she shivered awake and it wasn't a dream at all! It was really happening! But it didn't feel like Donald's finger! No! It was something all wiggly ... and softer!
Still groggy with sleep, she lifted up on her elbows and stared down at the top of her uncle's head!
"Uncle Les," she gasped. "What are you doing?"
A scream erupted from her wide-open mouth, and she began sliding upward on the bed, trying to get away from his mouth that was glued to her widespread vagina.
"Oh no! Don't lick me there!"
"Why not," he grinned up at her. "You love it!"
"Ohhhhhhhh ... noooooo ... you mustn't," she wailed. "Leave me alone! Let me go!"
"I don't think so," Les groaned, his long hard cock throbbing with lustful desire.
Then, lowering his watering mouth again, he licked back and forth through her tight vaginal flesh, his probing tongue dipping into her hotly moistened hole.
Barbara struggled frantically to get away, but she only backed herself against the headboard and trapped her half-naked body. She could not move up or down for her uncle held her legs captive, pinned to the bed.
"Don't do that ... it's dirty ... please," she begged as her entire body quivered in a combination of shame and delightful excitement.
Raising his face again, Les stared up at the frightened young girl's eyes and grinned lewdly up at her, never releasing the suction of his lips, sucking the soft velvety flesh up in his mouth.
"Aaahhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ... noooooooo ... I can't stand that! Please stop...."
The older man lowered his face just enough so that he could see her moistly gleaming vaginal lips which were spread open, completely ex posed to the ravenous hunger of his lust-filled eyes. Then, he said, "You know you love it!"
"No! No! Please! I'll yell!"
"Go ahead. Won't do you any good."
"Aunt Lena Aunt Lena," she screamed, knowing that she had been silent too long already, but there was no responding answer. "Donald! Donald!"
"They're all gone," he chuckled. "You sent them way on purpose!"
"No! But it sure worked out well for us."
"No ... I won't let you ... it's perverted!" The heavy bulge of his long hard cock was feverishly pressing against the bed, and his eyes absorbed the appetizing sight of her sweet-smelling pussy. Anxious to get her hot enough to fuck, Les lifted her long slender thighs upward and bent them back over her shoulders. Then, he lay flat on the bed, trying to rub his painful erection against the mattress to ease the throbbing ache. His eyes glazed with lust, he lowered his smeared face to her widespread cuntal flesh again, and began licking with greedy hunger.
"Ohhhhhh ... aaaggghhhhhh ... oggggg ... ohhhhhh...." Barbara gurgled. She thrashed like a trapped animal as his teeth nibbled at the sensitive bud of her clitoris while his long spearing tongue fucked in and out of her hotly tingling vagina. Her moans of protest grew weaker, being replaced now by mewls of obvious pleasure.
Smiling to himself, Les knew that the hot little bitch was excited and that it was only a matter of seconds before she would be begging him for more. She shoved his rigid tongue all the way inside her vaginal sheath until the full length was buried inside her tight little orifice. Working at her fiery flesh with nervous lust, Les tasted her vagina juices flowing even more profusely. When he felt the first undeniable movements of her honey-filled cunt up against his face, and he knew that she was ready for anything he wanted to do.
Barbara suddenly began moaning with a mindless passion, unable to control the salacious excitement down there between her widespread thighs. She tried to turn sideways and escape the ecstatic tingles, but his body prevented it. There was nothing she could do to stop the flicking tongue as he licked and sucked with wild abandon at her sensitively throbbing clitoris. She whimpered in lewd delight as she ground her helplessly exposed vagina up in his face, forcing his tongue even deeper into her nerve-filled flesh.
Barbara soon was moaning continuously in a combination of shame and uncontrollable excitement as she felt her own body betray her sensible mind. As his hot slippery tongue tantalizingly licked her pussy, the naked teenaged blonde knew that she wanted her uncle to keep on doing it to her until she climaxed. She had lost control and would not be able to stop now, even if she wanted to. And she didn't! Then, instead of fighting him with all her strength, she accepted the vile oral rape of her innocent vagina and shivered with throbbing desire.
Her mind was on fire with so many different sensations that she wanted to scream and laugh at the same time. The unwanted jolts of obscene pleasure took precedence over all other feelings and even though she knew that it really couldn't be true, it was all too evident that she was being fucked to a mindless oblivion by her uncle's tongue ... he was eating her vagina ... devouring her down there and she loved it! Oh God! How she loved it! She wanted more ... more ... more! Wanted it to go on forever!
Momentarily, her thoughts returned to her older cousin's painful rape of her virginal pussy, and she instinctively knew that she should have told Aunt Lena about it. She could have made her believe that Bart had raped her. But now! Now, it was too late! Too late! She could not tell her that her husband had raped her too! No, Aunt Lena would never believe her now. Les gripped the cute young teenager's wildly squirming ass-cheeks in both hands, and massaged the soft resilient mounds of flesh as though he was kneading bread dough, then slipped one finger down the crevice between her buttocks and found the tiny puckering ring to her rectum. She jerked upward when the finger began probing at her forbidden little hole, but the upward movement of her naked loins only drove his tongue deeper into her vaginal passage.
Brought back to complete awareness by the painful probing of her virginal anus, she cried out when he viciously wormed his finger into the dark channel of her cringing rectal opening.
"Aaaaaaa ... dddddddd ... ohhhhhh," she groaned. "Stop It hurts! That's awful! Nasty! Don't do that...."
Les's only answer was to make his tongue flicker across her throbbing clitoris and then thrust back and forth, in and out of her quivering pussy, driving her lewd hunger even higher. Then, he began moving his finger in and out of her tightly defending rectum, tearing at her forbidden depths with his fingernail, impaling her ravished anal passage down on his stiffened middle finger.
Suddenly, she was sure that she had lost her mind completely. If she were rational, this perverted thing that her uncle was doing to her would repulse her ... make her sick at her stomach and disgust her. But instead, she shoved her churning buttocks downward, forcing his finger even deeper up inside her responding rectal passage. Tingling excitement flowed outward from her twin orifices as the older man's delicious tongue slithered in and out with uninhibited lust, and her own passion sent chills of pleasure through her vibrating body.
She was only vaguely aware of her loud insistent moans, unable to control the quivering need down there, between her thighs. His mouth still glued to her vagina, her buttocks began spasming beneath his touch as a second finger joined the first one buried deep inside her rectum. Then, he began steadily thrusting them in and out in rhythm with his skewering tongue. Seconds later, when he pulled out of her clutching anus, she groaned in disappointment, unable to understand her own actions. She also felt his tongue leaving her pussy and she wanted to scream for him to keep licking her down there ... keep his wonderfully licking tongue up inside her vagina ... and make her cum.
Then, the most obscene, perverted thing she could possibly ever imagine happened. Her uncle moved his outstretched tongue down to her forbidden rectum, and she actually gurgled with delight when his tongue flickered against her sensitive anal ring. She could feel a raging inferno inside her belly as the flames of ecstasy shivered higher, but then, her sensible mind broke through the foggy lust, and she gasped, "Don't ... oh no, don't do that!"
Les Jackson heard her piteous cry, but a grin split his lewdly slavering face as he felt her legs spreading further apart and her hips lifted up against his impaling tongue. The hot little bitch, he thought in wonderment. She wants it all.
"Aaaagggghhhhhh ... oh ... oh ... oh," Barbara gurgled as shivers of raw passion enveloped her obscenely poised body, and her guttural words brought tears to her young eyes for she realized that she was being totally degraded by her uncle ... and she was enjoying it more than anything that she had ever experienced before in her entire life! Her body had taken control and there was nothing she could do now but hope that her terrible debasement would soon end.
Unable to bear the mental torture, her sensible brain receded and she fell back on the bed, no longer fighting anything that he did ... cooperative with every movement he made, lifting her pussy up against his face, shoving her buttocks down against his fingers. Completely subservient to him now, the writhing teenager was helpless against the lewd demands of her lust-incited body.
Suddenly, Les changed tactics as he felt the fight go out of his young niece. He moved his long slithering tongue back up to her hotly flowing pussy and licked back and forth from clitoris to anus, deliberately touching down at her most sensitive nub, then moving away, back and forth in a mind-blowing rhythm, gently sweeping across the raw nerve endings until she was a blur of salacious movement. Lena had never let him do this to her, but in the future he would always find some women who would ... and that would be Lena's misfortune.
Now, Barbara lay in a trance, letting the ecstatic pleasure wash over her in a warm wave of lewd delight, and her grown-up body began begging him for more, barely conscious of her wildly squirming buttocks punching her hungrily pulsing vagina against his face with determined force. She could feel his heated breath slashing against her throbbing flesh and she knew that she was going to cum soon. She had no idea what it would be like except there was supposed to be only one way to climax ... the way she had cum with Donald's finger.
Now, with her uncle's mouth clamped on her insanely tingling clitoris, she felt the first flash of rapture flowing over her uplifted loins. Her vaginal walls began spasming, her cervix puckered, and her clitoris shorted out then exploded in a lightning flash of sensual delight. Her rectum clenched and unclenched so rapidly that it seemed to be begging for something to fill it. Her loud mewls of pleasure rippled from her lips, and her vaginal plane slammed against his face as though she had lost her mind completely. Her hands reached down of their own volition and grabbed his hair, forcing his rigid! tongue deep into her voraciously convulsing pussy. It had happened! She was cumming just like she did when her teenage cousin finger fucked her to climax ... only more intense .. a hundred times more intense!
"Ohhhhhh ... Aaagggghhhh ... aaaeeeeiiiiii ... I'm ... I'm ... I'm cumming, Uncle Les! I'm cum ... cummmm ... iiieeennngggggg!" she wailed and began jerking in helpless abandon, her vagina milking his tongue as her orgasm ripped through her teenage body like an earthquake. She was only vaguely aware of his fingers probing at her rectum until the last of her powerful climax shuddered to a final spasm and then ceased, but she didn't care now. All she wanted was to wallow in her peaceful relaxation.
Much later, opening her eyes to look around, Barbara stared down at her uncle's hairy chest, and finally saw his massive penis. She was entranced by the size of his thick throbbing shaft, the angry red cockhead peering at her with its one eye. He was stroking it, still kneeling between her sprawling legs, and she instinctively knew that she had to get away from him or he would do the same thing that Bart had done. Tears filled her eyes, for she knew that she was guilty of allowing his disgraceful licking of her vagina, but that was where it had to stop. She would never agree to his fucking her and, surely, he would never rape her! Not Uncle Les!
"Go away ... get your clothes on," she whimpered, pulling her nightgown down over her naked belly, trying to cover her still gaping pussy. "Leave me alone I"
"Well, too bad! You got yours, now I want mine," he said as the painful lust caused him to break out in a cold sweat. "I'm gonna fuck you even if I have to take it."
"No ... no you can't ... go away ... I'll tell Aunt Lena," she pleaded, her long blonde hair swinging from side to side as she violently shook her head.
"You will, huh," he grinned, stroking his long hard cock. "Just like you told on Bart when he fucked you huh?"
"How ... how did you know?" she asked.
"I'm no dummy! I could tell from your face!"
"Why ... why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her face a mask of surprise. "You could have helped me ... punished Bart! He was so bad ... hurt me so much...."
"Good! I won't hurt you now that he stretched it for me," Les chuckled as he balanced himself on one hand and used the other one to poise his lust-swollen cockhead at her tightly quivering vagina.
"No ... please Uncle Les ... don't do that to me," she pleaded piteously, but he only stared down at her with devouring eyes, his cum-sheened face evidence that she had allowed him to use his mouth and tongue to disgrace her. "I'm gonna fuck you! Damnit you got your kicks. Now I get mine the natural way."
Suddenly old, beyond her youthful years, the lovely blonde teenager covered her face with her hands and realized that her traitorous body had trapped her again. She was so ashamed that she wanted to die! She instinctively knew that she would never be able to fight the older man off, and if they were truly alone in the house, it was useless to fight. But the orphan was a born fighter, and she suddenly jerked away from her uncle's caressing hand, catching him off guard. Then, she flipped over on her hands and knees and began crawling to the edge of the bed in an effort to escape.
"God damn, you little bitch, I told you that I was gonna fuck you, and I meant it," Les Jackson snapped as he grabbed her gown covered buttocks and pulled her back on the bed in front of him, trapping her trembling body with his knees. Quickly, he bunched her nightgown up and over her head, pulling her backwards until her defensively uplifted buttocks were held only an inch away from his angrily jerking cock. His blood-swollen cockhead brushed against her fleshy ass cheek, and he moaned with urgent hunger.
"No ... please ... no!" she gasped, knowing that she was a helpless victim to the second rape of her innocent young vagina. She had come to Iowa a virgin, loved by her parents, before they had died in the tragic accident, and have never known violence. But already, after ten days at her aunt's house she had been raped by her cousin and now her uncle. What could she possibly do to stop this violation of her innocent young body? Nothing! They had initiated her to shame! If only Aunt Lena was here to help her....
Barbara felt the tip of her uncle's warmly pulsating penis touch her cringing bottom, and she shivered with shame, knowing that her naked buttocks were lewdly exposed to his leering eyes. She tried to crawl away from him, but he held her tight, sliding his long hard cock through her sweat and saliva-slickened anal crevice. Suddenly, she felt him shoving her kneeling thighs wider apart. Thrown off balance, she let her chest drop to the bed to keep from falling, her firm fleshy breasts pressed into the mattress below her.
"Oh no, Uncle Les ... don't do that to me ... it's incest! It's perverted!" she moaned, knowing that her fate was sealed unless she could talk him out of it.
"Incest, hell!" he chuckled. "It's Lena who's your aunt. I'm just married to her."
"Please ... I beg you not to do this to me," Barbara whined. "I'm going to tell Aunt Lena if you do it."
"Won't do you a bit of good! I'll just get Bart to swear that you seduced him, and then I'll tell her that you strutted around naked in front of me and I couldn't help myself," the older man grinned behind the trembling young girl's kneeling ass cheeks, knowing that he had already gone too far. "Now just who do you think she'd believe?"
"I don't know, and I don't care any more. I don't want to live here ... I want to go back to California," she whimpered. She didn't believe that a foster home could possibly be any worse than here. The only possible difference was her young cousin and friend, Donald. She was sure that he loved her and would protect her ... if he knew about the rapes that were being forced on her. That's who she was going to tell, and then, maybe he would help her to make her aunt understand the truth!
"You just hold still, honey, and I'll make you feel so good that you'll never want to tell anyone," Les snorted as he teasingly slid the blood-filled tip of his pulsating penis down through her profusely flowing vaginal juices until it dipped into the heated opening of her soft fleshy pussy.
"Ohhhhhh ... noooooo ... don't ... please...." she moaned, even though she knew that it was a waste of breath.
Humbly kneeling in front of the weatherbeaten farmer's grinning face, she felt him pushing forward until the bulbous head penetrated her tight vaginal opening. She tried to shake him off but in her unbalanced position, she could not move. He had her trapped and he would rape her no matter what she said, so she became quiet, ready to suffer the depraved outrage without further protest. She was no more than an animal to the perverted man who was married to her father's sister, and he was going to use her the same way the bull had used the cow ... a vessel to fill with his obscene sperm. Her only hope was that her aunt would come home, hear her helpless cries, and catch him! That would be all the evidence she needed.
And then she stopped thinking about anything except the hotly throbbing shaft that began boring up into her belly. She could feel every pulsing vein and ridge on its thickened trunk. As it wormed its way deeper into her sensitive flesh she whimpered ... not because it hurt, but because it felt so surprisingly good.
Behind her submissively kneeling body she heard her Uncle Les chortle, "See, honey. I told you that you'd love it."
Her only answer was a moan and a wiggle of her naked ass cheeks as she attempted to get more.
And then they were fucking. Both of them. Eagerly, hungrily, frantically ... fucking, fucking, fucking....