Chapter 8

It was past three a.m. when Yale drove Sugar home and left her on the sidewalk in front of the apartment house-without them having gotten within shouting distance of the dance. They had spent every moment together on the divan in the dressing room back at the boutique, making idyllic love long after their sexual appetites had been satisfied.

After they kissed good night, Sugar rode a cloud up to the fifth-floor apartment she shared with her mother. Even though she had showered and rinsed out her mouth thoroughly before leaving the boutique, she could still feel her body tingling with the excitement Yale had caused her, taste the deliciously hot cock juice he had shot into her mouth.

As she inserted her key into the door, what delighted her most of all was that tonight she would see Yale again. Be with him right after the graduation exercises and dance and, as planned, they would go again to the boutique to return the gown that she borrowed-and, without question, make beautiful love to each other again.

Sugar was still riding her fleecy cloud when, with the box that contained her bridal gown and accessories tucked under her arm, she opened the door and slipped noiselessly into the apartment. She hoped that her mother and Uncle Ben were asleep, or better still that they hadn't got home from work yet. Then she wouldn't have to answer a lot of questions that they were sure to ask about the dance and what kind of a time she had. But as she closed the door quietly behind her, stepped into the living room and came around the couch, her cloud suddenly evaporated and she came crashing down heavily to earth.

Because there on the floor in front of the couch were her mother and Uncle Ben. They were both stark naked and, with her mother in the above position, were fucking away like a couple of rabbits in heat. So engrossed were they that they were completely oblivious to the fact that Sugar had even come in. A gin bottle peeking out from under the couch and another from beneath the easy chair across the room was evidence that they'd had far more than their usual quota.

Although she had been doing the same thing with Yale tonight, back at the boutique, there was no comparison between the two. What she did with Yale was beautiful, the fruits of two people passionately in love. What she saw now was cheap and ugly. Not only because they were disgustingly drunk and groveling about on the carpet, making animal sounds. But because it was corrupt and immoral, against the laws of nature and man for a brother and sister to carry on this way.

Trying to close her eyes to her mother's generously proportioned ass bouncing up and down against Uncle Ben's belly like a huge pink medicine ball, Sugar figured if she could get past them into the bedroom without them seeing her, she could close the door on them, even though it might be impossible to shut her mind on what they were doing.

Sugar held her breath and with great care and caution, attempted to skirt her mother and uncle. She tried, too, to keep out of their line of vision as she tiptoed toward the bedroom. But as she started to go past them, Uncle Ben popped open one eye. His hand shot out and grabbed Sugar's ankle.

Sugar emitted a gasp of surprise and tried to twist free from his grasp. "Please, Uncle Ben-let me go!"

He grinned and, maintaining his hold on her ankle, pulled her closer so that from his vantage point on the floor, he could look up her skirt and see her shapely bare thighs and crotch-hugging white panties.

"Please," Sugar kept pleading as she continued to struggle to break away.

Her mother stopped humping and sat there atop her brother's belly, her cavernous cunt swallowing his prick right down to the balls as she turned her head and looked up at Sugar, bleary-eyed. It was doubtful that Ella Kane in her inebriated condition recognized her daughter, or even knew who she was. What happened next bore out the truth of that statement.

"C'mon," Uncle Ben said to Sugar as he began tugging at her leg. "Get down here on the floor with us an' join the party."

"No!" Sugar cried, as she tried to pry his hand open with her fingers.

"She says, no," Uncle Ben said to his sister. "That's no way for a girl to talk to her uncle."

Ella nodded and blinked her eyes, dim-sightedly, obviously hearing only part of what he said. "That's no way to talk ... "

"Let's get her down on the floor," Uncle Ben proposed. "Go on, get up, grab her-help me."

In a drunken stupor, his sister pulled herself up off her brother's cock and started to get to her feet. Sugar was paralyzed by the sight of her uncle's tool, red and glistening wet with her mother's slimy juices, looking inches bigger than Yale's organ and that much fatter around.

A cold fear began crawling in the pit of Sugar's stomach as she felt her mother grab her from behind and with her uncle's help wrestle her to the floor. But not before she had a chance to toss the box with the wedding gown in it off to one side of the room.

Sugar let out a little cry and tried to fight desperately against them. But it was wasted effort. She was no match for the two of them. They easily pinioned her to her back on the floor and held her that way.

"Now for a long overdue look at them tits of yours," Uncle Ben said to Sugar as he reached behind her and began to tug at the zipper of the white pique dress she'd saved so long and hard to buy for herself. Halfway down, the zipper stuck and he burst it open, then continued pulling the dress down off her shoulders, ripping apart the seams.

"You're ruining my dress," Sugar cried out, kicking and scratching blindly as the hands continued to rip away at her clothing. Nothing she did in the way of resisting had any effect, as he worked the dress down around her hips.

His eyes raped the white flesh of her breasts, overflowing her bra. He snapped the straps with his fingers and pulled the bra down so he could dig her tits out of the cups. Her nipples were still bright pink, swollen and sensitive from Yale's suckling.

"Umm-nice," Uncle Ben murmured, smacking his lips. Then his mouth dove for her breasts, kissing, licking, sucking, slobbering them with his saliva.

Hot tears sprang to Sugar's eyes as she sobbed her disgust for him and appealed to her mother to make him stop. But whatever maternal instincts Ella might have had, had been drowned in the alcohol she'd consumed. Whether or not Ella had any conception of what Sugar was saying, she at least had come around to recognizing who Sugar was, and kept chanting, "Your Uncle Ben's been awful good to us, helping us pay the rent and all. Now it's your turn to be good to him. You behave yourself, y'hear? You do like he wants you to."

Sugar kept crying, almost hysterically now, as Uncle Ben lifted his mouth off her tits and continued to tear away at her clothes. Until in an incredibly short time, she was squirming nakedly on the carpet with him, her mother holding her arms while she flailed out with both legs.

"Christ but she's stacked!" Uncle Ben declared as he stared down hot-eyed at her completely exposed anatomy, running his hands lightly over her quivering flesh. "She looks the way you did at seventeen. Only I think her tits are bigger."

His hand cupped one of her luscious globes and squeezed it as he would an overripe melon, causing Sugar to make a wild, hopeless lunge to try to get up.

"Hold her!" Uncle Ben barked at her mother. "I am," her mother said and tightened her grip on the girl.

Sugar saw Uncle Ben crawl across the floor to retrieve the bottle that was under the easy chair, his oversized whang swaying back and forth between his legs like an inflamed bludgeon. Certainly neither one of them needed more to drink, she thought. But she soon found out that was not his intention, as he came back to her with the bottle that was still half-filled with gin.

"You can't have any fun at the party until you have a drink," he said; then, as his sister held Sugar's arms, he cupped the girl's face and inserted the neck of the bottle into her mouth.

Sugar struggled desperately, trying to keep her lips shut tightly, but he pried them open and poured a liberal swallow into her mouth. She coughed and grimaced and spit it out.

"Goddamn it!" Uncle Ben rasped at her. "That's good gin. You drink it."

"You do like your uncle says," her mother scolded groggily.

He poured more of the colorless liquid into Sugar's mouth, then clamped a hand over it so she couldn't spit it out.

Sugar looked up at him, then at her mother piteously, above his hand. But it did no good. He insisted she swallow it. She shook her head, then paused for a second thought. She hated the taste of gin, of all liquor in fact. But maybe if she drank it, it would make it easy for her, dull her mind and her senses so she wouldn't be conscious of what she knew her uncle was determined to do to her.

She let the gin trickle slowly down her throat. It gagged her and made her cough again. But she finally managed to swallow all of it. Only that didn't satisfy Uncle Ben. He fed her another drink, then another. It had no immediate effect on her, except to warm her belly and pucker her mouth and gullet.

"You'd better sit on her chest and hold her down," she heard her uncle tell her mother. Immediately the older woman moved forward to straddle Sugar, facing away from it so that her meaty ass hovered just inches above Sugar's face. Sugar was appalled and closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at it. She knew it would do her no good to try to voice her feelings, let alone hold out any hope of getting away.

Sugar kept her eyes tightly closed. She couldn't have seen what Uncle Ben was doing anyway, since her mother's ass and body were blocking her view. Next thing she was aware of, was Uncle Ben pouring what she guessed was the gin over her tits, causing her nipples to rise sharply. Then she felt his tongue lapping up the gin. He repeated the act on her belly, licking her hips and thighs where the gin dribbled down.

Her worst fears were realized when a moment later he spread her legs wide apart, inserted the neck of the bottle between her pussylips and filled her cunt with as much of the gin as it could hold. The walls of her snatch and the torn membranes of her hymen were still raw from Yale's penetration. The gin smarted and burned, making her whimper and squirm. But not for long. His tongue working apart her cuntlips and slithering into the depths of the cavity soon salved and soothed away the sting. But that wasn't all it did.

Sugar had reconciled herself to the fact that there was nothing she could do to stop Uncle Ben from doing whatever he had planned for her. So she figured she may as well follow the line of least resistance and remain limp and docile and let him have his way with her. But she was determined not to cooperate in any way, or even think of what he might be doing. Certainly she wouldn't even begin to allow herself to be aroused by him. But as his tongue continued to probe her hole, licking and sucking her tickler, she soon discovered that a stiff clitoris, like a stiff cock, has no conscience or sense of discrimination.

She had hoped the gin might help her close her mind to what was happening. Instead it seemed to intensify her feelings to a new high, her hips moving involuntarily to the rhythm of his tongue, up and down, up and down. The awareness of her blossoming arousal made Sugar more disgusted with herself than she was with her uncle. How could she feel this way? Didn't her body know that he was an intruder, that she belonged to Yale?

She thought at that moment how very different, how very beautiful it had been back there in the boutique with Yale. That was love. Real true love. While this was nothing but ugly sex, born of passion. The same passion that two animals might engage in during season.

Yet she couldn't deny the stimulation that Uncle Ben was bringing her. She tried to tell herself that it was the gin that was making her heat up this way, making her no longer aware of what she was doing, or care who was doing it to her. She knew only that she couldn't hold back any longer. She wanted to come with every lash of his tongue. If she didn't find relief, her whole belly felt as if it would explode.

Sugar felt him cover her hole with his lips, ramming his tongue as far into her cunt as it would go, sucking, sucking hard all the while. His jaws showed his exertion as his tongue fucked her, in and out. Her mother adding to the pleasure by rubbing her hands over the girl's breasts and belly and thighs sensuously.

Sugar felt Uncle Ben seize her butt and lift her for better penetration. She moaned up into an orgasm, wishing she could free her arms so she could get at him with her hands and hold his head there, as she'd done with Yale, her hips pumping wildly up against his greedy mouth.

"Oh...I'm coming," Sugar moaned. The words just slipped out without conscious thought as the pleasure of her orgasm seized her completely and whether it was the gin coupled with the intensity of her climax, she blacked out. . .

When consciousness returned to her and she opened her eyes, she saw that Uncle Ben and her mother had done some shifting of positions. Her mother was still straddling her, but she had now turned to face her, so that the great mass of thick black pubic curls that covered her mons and rimmed her cunt were almost tickling Sugar's chin.

Uncle Ben was still down below, kneeling between her splayed thighs. But he had lifted her legs and was holding them so that they hugged his hips, the purplish knob of his mammoth cock aimed at her open, wet cunt.

At the first swipe of his glans over her sensitive pussy lips, horror gripped Sugar and she realized what they were going to do. They meant to force her to submit to both of them-at the same time.

Sugar looked up into her mother's face. But suddenly the woman kneeling astride her was not her mother. Sugar had seen her drunk before, more times than she could remember, but never had she been like this. Whatever Uncle Ben had done to her during the brief time that Sugar was unconscious, coupled with the gin she'd consumed, had turned the woman into a lascivious-eyed sex maniac, hungering for satisfaction.

Sugar caught her breath as she felt Uncle Ben inserting his enormous prick into her. She'd been right. He was bigger than Yale and even though she was well lubricated, she was tight.

She started to scream and beg him to stop, tell him that he was hurting her. But both the scream and the words were smothered as her mother's big, juicy, hair-rimmed cunt came down on her mouth. Only it still wasn't her mother. No mother would do such a thing to her own daughter. This was only her mother's body possessed by some depraved sex fiend.

Sugar could feel her uncle shoving into her with a vengeance and it hurt, even though her cunt was wet as a quagmire. But it didn't hurt for long. With his two hands on her asscheeks, he pulled her close to him until her soggy crotch was against his belly and there he held her, his cock shoved all the way to the limits of her quim, her cunt walls throbbing around it.

"Now," he called out to his sister. "Now, let her have it-both together."

She took his cue and began rubbing her wet, loose-lipped cunt against Sugar's mouth wildly. Maybe it was the gin, or the stimulation that Uncle Ben was bringing her, now that she had adjusted to his size, or the musky odor and suffocating heat of the sweating thighs between which her face was buried. Persons and relationships were suddenly lost to Sugar as, caught up in the sex circus, she began sucking hungrily, her tongue concentrating on the overdeveloped clit she held between her lips.

Sugar would remember this night, vividly, indelibly, for the rest of her life. Yet, ironically, at the moment she was completely oblivious to what she was doing, what was being done to her. Her mind was spinning, and it was as if she was in a world of froth where nothing was real or tangible. She was conscious only of taste and smell-and the sensations that filled her body, reaching a crescendo when in a matter of minutes she brought the stranger atop her to a quivering, screaming orgasm as her cunt moved wetly, almost violently on Sugar's face.

Almost simultaneously, Uncle Ben's time came and Sugar concentrated on the hot, almost torrid, spurts of sperm he shot into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held there, freeing his hands so they could go to her tits and massage them ungently. Lost in a cloud of red lust, Sugar didn't mind the heaviness of his hands as she rubbed her clit frantically against the hairy base of his cock until her body quaked with a tumultuous orgasm...and for a second time the world exploded behind her eyelids and she dropped off into welcome unconsciousness...