Chapter 6
Ray tossed restlessly, waiting for Helen to fall asleep. She had told him that she was going to be busy most of the next day with a bazaar that one of her clubs was holding, and that she would try to be home in time to fix his supper. Then, with a perfunctory peck on the cheek, she had rolled over and in a few moments, she was asleep.
Ray had to talk to Marty. The little bitch was driving him up the walls, with her open come-on. He knew in his bones that Tom had been messing with her, and it made him angry that an older man, and a baldy yet, had scored with Marty before he had.
The game was over now, he vowed to himself. If she was going that route, then he was going to get his share of her ass, and to hell with Helen or anything else.
When Helen was soundly asleep, half snoring, he eased from the bed and tiptoed to the door and opened it softly. He went down the hall and opened Marty's door, slipping quickly inside. She was asleep, and he shook her gently by the shoulder, watching her breasts gently roll in the dim light, under his touch. He was tempted to just jump into bed, rape the shit out of her, and get it out of his system, but he caught himself just as he was about to yank the remaining covers from her nude body.
He placed a hand over her mouth, in case she should be startled and make a noise to waken Helen, and then he called her name softly. Her eyes fluttered open, then darted up to meet his, a blank look in their dark depths. When she saw that it was Ray, she relaxed and removed his hand from her mouth.
"I've got to talk fast. Helen will be away all day tomorrow. You leave for school—but don't go. Come back here. I'll pretend I'm going to work, and I'll be back here by nine-thirty. Okay?"
A soft smile came to Marty's mouth, but instead of softening it, it imparted a harsh look of triumph. She said softly, "Okay, Uncle."
Ray wanted to slap the smirk from her face, but instead, he bent and kissed her exposed breast, then her opened mouth. He quickly left then, closing the door softly, leaving Marty staring into the darkness with the fixed smile of a winner on her face.
Next morning, everything seemed to go smoothly. Helen was up early, fixed Ray's breakfast, and made Marty finish some toast and coffee, then Ray left for work.
Helen told Marty that she would be gone most of the day, but would be home for dinner. She instructed her that in case she were late, Marty should peel the potatoes and get them started by four-thirty. Marty mumbled agreement, then left in her usual rush for school, without a good-bye to her aunt.
She walked three blocks to a small coffee shop, and had two cups of coffee, sipping each slowly while making eyes at the young man who was behind the counter. Her thoughts, for a change, were not on him, however. She was filled with anticipation of being with her uncle at last. She speculated as to how good Ray would be in making love to her. She knew that she had set him back on his heels when she had sucked his cock a little, in the car, and that he had had plenty of time to work up a big "want."
Ray had driven to his shop, leaving word that he wouldn't be there for the rest of the day. He stared coldly at Tom, but said nothing. He could see guilt written all over his employee's round face. Finally, Tom wilted under the icy gaze of his boss and walked over, rubbing his soiled hands on a piece of rag.
"Uh—we only stayed for one picture last night, Ray," Tom said with a red face. "I, uh, had a headache and my eyes hurt too bad to sit through another dull movie. I guess Marty told you, though?" He looked at his employer, as if wishing he would take him off the hook of silence that he felt Ray was hanging him out to dry on.
"Yeah, she told me." It was cold and impersonal, noncommittal. Ray wanted to see if Tom would put his foot in the trap and blab what had really happened between him and Marty last night. Tom shuffled uneasily, rubbing at his hands, filled with fright that Marty might have told her uncle the whole truth. After all, he did have a good job. Ray was a good guy to work for. Not that he couldn't get another job as mechanic, but he had come to like it at Ray's place.
Suddenly he saw Ray staring at his right hand. There was a telltale white mark where his fire opal ring usually rested. He quickly tried to cover it with the rag, but he knew Ray had spotted the fact it was missing.
"What happened to your ring?" Ray nodded toward the bare finger.
"I left it home. I ... I guess I got to have it cleaned ... it picks up grease and grime, you know. Then Mary says I ought not to wear it to work anymore." It sounded lame, but it was all Tom could think of at the moment.
Ray nodded, then turned and headed for the door. "I won't be back today. You need me, call the house after five or so." He disappeared, and Tom stood staring angrily after him as he heard his car door slam, then the motor start. He had acted like a damn fool. Marty wasn't dumb enough to say anything to her uncle about him. She'd be in as much trouble as he would, if she did. He shrugged, trying to dismiss it from his mind, but his several mistakes during the day were evidence that he was thinking of other things besides the automobile motors he was working on.
Ray headed back home, after glancing at his watch to see that he had allowed Helen plenty of time to be on her way. Driving home, he had plenty of time to consider the step he was taking. It was safe enough. After all, his niece was asking for it, and he wanted it. He wasn't getting any sex kicks from Helen, and hadn't for a long time. Why not take the chance for what Marty promised?
He parked the car a block from the house and went into a phone booth and called his number. The phone rang several times, and he was sure that Helen had gone. It also indicated that Marty hadn't yet arrived, so he walked to the house and went in the back door.
He checked every room and called her name, then he returned to her bedroom, where he had started, and began to rummage around through her dresser drawers. Failing to find anything, he turned to her clothes closet, feeling in pockets and in two old purses. Finally, in desperation, he felt in her shoes. His eyes lit with satisfaction as he felt the cold metal that she had stuffed inside the shoe. He drew out the charm bracelet, his eyes hardening as he spotted the familiar fire opal ring that Tom customarily wore. She had been with him last night, and for more than a ride home!
He examined the other trinkets on the charm bracelet, his eyes harsh as he examined the Phi Beta Kappa key that she had cadged from the teacher, Brady. That he already knew about. It had been that incident, in fact, that had tipped him off to the fact that he had a promiscuous little tramp in his home, instead of just the lively, brash little girl he had believed Marty to be at first.
He hadn't heard her come in, but he was aware of something being amiss. He looked up from his position on his knees into the cold, mocking eyes of his niece. He saw her lips set in an angry sneer, and her voice was like a whip-crack when she flung at him, "You're a good match for that snoopy bitch you married!"
He stood up, a mocking smile on his face.
"Quite a little collection of sex souvenirs, wouldn't you say?" Ray dangled the charm bracelet accusingly.
"That's none of your business!" Marty snapped, advancing to try to snatch it from his hand. Ray reached out a long arm and halted her, putting the bracelet behind his back.
"It is my business," he argued. "You're a minor, in my custody, and I know definitely that you've been screwing around with at least two men—one of them, my foreman! It's my business to see that you behave!"
Marty tried to break his hold on her sweater and grab at the bracelet, but Ray pushed her hard, sending her to a sprawling position on the bed. Ray laughed as she scrambled to a sitting position, her dress high, revealing her crotch.
"What are we fighting for, anyhow?" he said disarmingly, spreading his hands wide. "I don't want this damned thing—I just want to get some of what it took for these chumps to give you these gimmicks. Here!" He tossed the bracelet to her. Marty caught it, somewhat surprised at her uncle's about-face.
"Well, don't we?" Ray asked. "After all, you did stay out of school and come home here. You knew what I wanted. I want to finish what you started the other night. I liked the way you sucked my prick, and I want more."
Marty studied him. In spite of his air of braggadocio, she sensed instinctively that she had won the first round, and that the reins of command had passed to her hands. She had the bracelet, and they were alone, as they had wanted to be for weeks. She saw no reason to prolong the argument.
"You're right," she said brightly, tucking the bracelet into a drawer of her night stand beside the bed. She got up and began to undress, conscious of Ray's eyes fastened on her breasts as she took off the sweater. She was deliberate in her movements, enjoying the look of lust in his eyes, and the slowly rising bulge in the front of his trousers. At the same time, Ray fumbled with his belt, and finally peeled off his pants and shorts, then he quickly shed his shirt. He stood nude, and it was Marty's turn to be captivated. His cock seemed even bigger and harder than it had the other night—much longer, as if it would easily penetrate to the deepest parts of her pussy, spreading thrills as it went.
She let her miniskirt drop, then her panties, and, for a breathless moment, they eyed one another. Almost as if in a trance, Ray advanced toward her, his palms sweaty, his forehead beginning to be covered with perspiration. He grabbed her to him, his fingernails digging into her shoulders, then moving downward along her spine, leaving little trails of whiteness behind. His hands moved downward to her buttocks, nails digging in deeply, as their mouths locked in a searing kiss that became a clash of tongues and teeth.
They writhed against each other, his stiff prick rubbing hard in the groove made by her cunt lips. His hand moved from one ass cheek to cup her breast, and he rolled the erect, taut nipple between his fingers, then gently kneaded the white mound with his fingers, sending rising tides of passion through Marty's now relaxed, surrendered body. Without breaking the kiss, he moved her backward toward the bed. When it caught her knees, she simply fell backwards, and he flopped atop her, still digging his nails into her ass and savagely caressing the breast. Marty's-own fingers went around his back, and she took deep, wild gouges at his flesh, liking the feel of his muscles as they danced beneath her touch.
They were gasping for air, and she broke her mouth away from his, saying breathlessly, "Oh, Ray—Ray—-just fuck me—just fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before!"
Ray felt giddy, not only from the sex thrills she was sending through his body, but from the heady and exhilarating feeling of being in a danger-fraught situation. His life had been a dull routine, until Marty, and he was savoring every tiny bit of the situation. He was so happy that he giggled and raised his head, looking into her eyes. "And what will it cost me—I mean, what do I have to add to your collection?"
Marty feigned a grimace, joining him in laughter.
"Just have your cock dipped in gold for me, baby," she replied.
"Bitch!" Ray snarled, biting her ear, digging his nails harder into the soft flesh of her ass.
He continued nibbling her neck, moving downward slowly until his lips found one of her nipples. He sucked on it, massaged it with his tongue tip, then nipped it gently with his teeth, Marty's body rising with the sharp thrills his touch brought. She slid one hand down between their bodies and grasped his cock, her own nails clawing at it as she tried to jerk it up and down. Ray rolled off her to allow her more freedom of movement, and he alternated between nipples, his head bobbing up and down in a flurry of bites and kisses.
Marty was jerking his swollen prick, letting her nails graze its length ever so often. Both were gasping and moaning in delight, and neither wanted to halt the foreplay although their bodies were crying for satisfaction.
Marty removed his hand from her breast and pushed his eager mouth away. She quickly moved down so that she could take his penis in her mouth, and he as quickly moved so that her pussy was close to his face. He spread the lips and looked at the pinkish, wetly shining inner flesh of her cunt. His tongue tip went inside, and he touched her clit, and at the same time, Marty was circling the head of his cock with her lips, running her tongue around the head of it, and playing with the shaft of it with her hand.
Ray reached one hand underneath her, probing with his finger for the inner depths of her womanhood, responding to her kisses and biting with upheavals of his torso and gasps of pained pleasure. He hadn't had anything as wonderful as this in his whole life—not Helen, not any of the more "easy lays" he had always found so much animal joys in conquering. No one had ever been so demanding—so uninhibited in her actions as Marty, and no one had managed to stir and arouse lust in him like she was doing.
He wanted to come in her mouth, but he wanted to make her come, and he wanted to reverse their positions so that he could shove his cock up in her cunt to the hilt—until she screamed and bled and begged him to stop. A fury seemed to possess them, for they bit and clawed at each other's organs until their sadistic and masochistic desires were satiated. Then they settled into a tender, slower caress that coaxed the passions into a white heat until at the end, they were a bobbing lump of flesh, joined by mouths and genitals, jumping, rolling, writhing—making sucking noises that mingled with their own cries of pleasure. In a sudden flurry of motion, they both came within seconds of each other, and for another moment, they sucked and coaxed the last drop of lustful enjoyment from the body of the other.
"I love the taste of your cunt," Ray mumbled thickly, his lips buried in the pubic hair around her cunt, his tongue still flicking in and out. "I love the feel of it in my mouth—love it, love it!"
For reply, Marty bit gently on his softening cock, running her teeth lightly up and down the length of it, infusing it with new fire and stiffness.
His tongue was arousing new fires within her cunt, and as if by unspoken agreement, they paused and moved so they faced each other, side by side.
They toyed gently with each other's erogenous areas while their mouths locked in a fervent kiss that was intended to impart love and desire, rather than raw lust. Ray gently rolled her onto her back, covering her face with kisses that felt like hot coals on her flesh. He mumbled a dozen phrases of endearment, none of which she understood, but each of which brought a new thrill to her body and heart.
The others hadn't been like this. They had been as passionate, but there had not been the electric undercurrent of love and need that she felt flowing from Ray's whole body into her receptive one.
She really did love him! It came to her with a shock at first, which quickly turned to a hot glow. He loved her, as a woman, and she loved him as a man! It was all so new to her, so much more meaningful, she couldn't find the words to express it. She let her lips talk of love, and her fingers as they caressed his now rigid prick, guiding it lovingly into the portals of her womanhood, feeling an entirely new and exciting kind of satisfaction as Ray began to move it in and out of her pussy, panting out words of love.
She spread her legs wide, and when he moved atop her, supporting some of his weight on his elbows, she extended her legs upward, locking them behind his back. It raised her cunt high, allowing Ray free access to the deepest parts of her, and he breathed in long, agonized gasps as his prong went deeper and deeper inside her, bringing matching gasps of delight from her lips.
"Oh, fuck me, Ray darling—fuck me hard and make it last forever." Marty moaned.
His lips close to hers, Ray said, "You're the most wonderful fucking I've ever had, baby—the sweetest cunt in the world. I love you, I love you—I love to fuck you!"
They continued to increase the rhythm of their bucking, sweating bodies, making only unintelligible sounds. Each of them was trying to prolong the sensation, and to savor every drop of passion that was so freely given by the other's caresses.
Without a word, they settled into the final, rapid moves that could no longer be held back, and with a squeal of delight, Marty came in a burst of ecstasy that she had never dreamed possible. Ray was only seconds behind her, his ass moving up and down like a trip hammer, driving his cock the full length into her hot, throbbing cunt, until he gasped and ejaculated a huge load of hot semen into her waiting, eager love cup.
For an instant, they hardly breathed, drinking in the fullness of the orgasm, bathing their bodies in its lush depths.
When he found the energy to move, Ray's face gravitated to her wide open cunt, and he began to lick it gently, coaxing all its former fire back into life. Marty watched him with glowing eyes, her pulse racing at the sight of a man tenderly licking her cunt. All before Ray had been animals by comparison. She knew that there could never be another for her, and, with no regret, she also knew that there could be no more additions to her sex collection. She had found all she had hoped for in a man. He belonged to her! No matter what it cost, she would keep him all to herself.
"I love you, Ray," she said softly, stroking his hair as he continued to send shivers of delight through her body. "I want you for my own. I love you. Can you hear me, my lover?"
Ray nodded his head, still licking and probing her cunt with his tongue. He halted suddenly, pulling himself up level with her lips. He drew her face to him, and his tongue, still wet with her cunt juices, plunged into her mouth deeply, to be met by her own, flicking saliva freely into one another's mouth.
"I love you, Marty," Ray mumbled through his kiss. "I won't ever stop. I won't let anything or anybody ever stop me. I worship you—adore you, every inch of your lovely person."
Marty thrilled to his words almost as much as she had to his touch and his lovemaking. She clutched his head to her neck, and they found each other's mouth again, and at last, they assumed the position of intercourse again, but this time, there was a gentleness to their movements, more tender touches and softer, more meaningful kisses, and when they finally came to a climax, they lay in each other's arms for long moments, sealing their love with sweet words and sweeter caresses.
They spent the next five hours in lovemaking, exploring new delights, new positions for both of them, but always there was an aura of worship about them. It was so heavy that Ray began to worry about how they could conceal it from Helen, and from the world. Helen! She would be home soon. They had to part, for the moment, and they hastily dressed, interspersing kisses with clothing, and promising each other that they would be together again soon, and then one day, forever.
Ray left, while Marty peeled potatoes with a far-away haze in her eyes, reliving the exciting moments of the day with her man, Ray. There were no clouds in her skies. She had no doubt that she and Ray would find a way. And, for the first time in her short, sex-laden life, Marty's mind was not on souvenirs. She wanted the living personification of love and sex—her uncle-lover.