Chapter 6
"You mean it?" Patsy squealed, "I can bring Monique too?"
"Sure," her Uncle Travis said. "Louise and I have been wanting to do some camping up around Blue Horse Lake and since Gene doesn't want to go, there'll be room for you and your friend."
"Oh," Patsy said, trying to hide the disappointment she felt. "Gene won't be going then."
"He says he wants to hang around town here," Travis went on. "I guess Linda has a few odd jobs for him to do around the place. He can sure use a little spending cash and he's always bumming off me so I'm for it."
"Well, I'd better call Monique then," Patsy said, rubbing her palms on the thighs of her jeans. Travis watched her as he sipped beer from the can he held.
"How do you get into those things, honey?" he kidded. "They look like they're about to split right off your bottom they're so tight."
"Oh, Uncle Travis, you're awful."
They were sitting on the big porch in front of the house. Patsy was glad her mother and dad weren't around. She got along better with her uncle when her parents didn't influence what Travis said. He loosened up a lot when he was with just her.
When she came back from phoning Monique, Travis was opening another can of beer. His brown hair curled long over the edge of his collar. She liked the way it looked. Her dad always got haircuts before he needed them. But Travis let it all hang loose.
"Well?" he smiled.
"She can go," Patsy announced, starting to feel the excitement of the coming trip. "It'll be fun up at Blue Horse. I can hardly wait."
"Well, you won't have to wait long. We're leaving at noon."
Patsy hurried to her room to pack a few things. She had mixed feelings about leaving Gene. But this was better. Better for her to get away from him. She'd been feeling terribly guilty anyhow. And Gene was always pressing her to play around again. She'd somehow found the willpower to refuse him. After two times she had grown nervous. There was the danger of being discovered for one thing. And though Gene had a good supply of rubbers there was the possibility of becoming pregnant too. Nothing worked perfectly and Patsy had read somewhere that even condoms were effective only ninety-seven percent of the time.
"Yes, it's better that I get away for awhile. But I wonder why Gene didn't want to come with us in the first place?" Though she couldn't be sure, Patsy had the funny feeling that Travis had forbade his son to come along to Blue Horse Lake. She'd heard them arguing the night before about something but then Travis had closed the bedroom door and she hadn't heard any details. So why would Travis insist that Gene stay there with Linda and George?
"Oh, who cares? It'll be fun anyway." She threw fresh undies and a supply of brightly colored t-shirts into her duffel. She decided to leave her nightie at home. It was better to sleep in the nude in a sleeping bag. And since her uncle and aunt would be using the camper on the pickup, she and Monique would probably share a tent.
By evening they'd found a campground and unloaded a few things from the camper. Patsy noticed that her Aunt Louise was hitting the bottle pretty hard. She didn't even hide the bottle she kept in her purse. And though Travis stayed with beer, he didn't discourage his wife's steady boozing.
"Wow," Monique said, arching her eyebrows, "your aunty really gets it on. I don't see why she needs to drink with a husband like Travis around. He's neat."
"Uncle Travis? Yeah, he is good-looking isn't he?"
"More than good-looking," Monique went on. "He's downright desirable." Patsy was sometimes embarrassed by the way Monique talked. But she knew that in actuality, her tall friend wasn't really any more experienced than she was. Not any more. Patsy had had a man too. She'd had Gene twice. And she felt that she was growing in experience and maturity. Even her uncle seemed to notice a difference in the way she walked and moved. He was sure keeping his eyes glued to her any way. Patsy wondered if getting screwed actually made a girl act different. Monique sauntered over to Travis, using her hips in a way that made Patsy a little angry.
"Could I have a beer?" she asked, letting Travis see her long, painted nails. But Travis seemed more interested in the brown-haired beauty's legs. The way her shorts fit was a downright sin. They were so tight that Patsy could see the soft plump lips of her cunt. So could Travis. He grinned and rubbed his chest.
"Sure, you can have a beer. You want one too, Patsy?"
Patsy nodded. She wasn't about to be outdone by Monique. And she didn't have to put on shorts to be sexy. Since Gene had done those fantastic things to her body she was more in touch with her body. She knew that her skin-tight jeans were just as sexy as bare legs. But now Travis seemed preoccupied with Monique's big tits. They were pushing her skimpy halter top out so far that Patsy wondered if they'd stay inside.
Louise staggered out of the camper and sat down heavily on a tree stump. She poured hard liquor in a paper cup and quaffed it without blinking. Travis didn't pay her any mind at all.
"But this is so silly," Patsy said under her breath. She was actually flirting with her own uncle with her aunt sitting a few yards away. And the only reason she was flirting was to compete with Monique. She decided to cool it all off and enjoy the lake instead. If Monique wanted to make a fool of herself that was just fine.
Travis helped set up the tent the girls would share. Then Patsy slipped inside it to peel her jeans. She wiggled into her bikini and emerged into the bright sun again. Travis was close by, peering over his sunglasses. There was no doubt that he approved of her attire wholeheartedly.
"Goin' for a swim?"
"Thought I would. I guess Monique will keep you company." Patsy jogged off down the sandy beach. The lake wasn't really ideal for swimming but she could get wet anyway. And the noonday sun had warmed things up so that a dip in the water would feel good.
She paddled around a little and let the warm waves relax her. But after awhile the rhythm of the water against her body made her think of sexy things. She could easily imagine her cousin's cock sliding slowly into her body. It had felt so good. Though she still felt guilty about the whole thing, the pleasure experienced had been too rich for her to forget. She knew that if Gene really pushed her, she'd probably agree to let him play between her open legs again.
"Damn," she hissed, "I'm supposed to be up here so I can get him out of my mind."
She waded ashore and headed towards the camp. It wasn't until she'd gotten closer that she noticed no one seemed to be around. But when she heard the snoring from the camper she knew that Louise had finally passed out.
"Wonder where Monique went?" she mused aloud. "And Uncle Travis?" The thought struck her then but she dismissed it quickly. It came back again and this time she considered the possibility. "No, Monique wouldn't dare. Would she?"
As sophisticated as her lanky friend was, Patsy doubted that she had the nerve to actually play around with a real grown man. A high school boy was one thing but a mature male was something else entirely. It scared her to imagine what her uncle's cock was like. Gene's had been big enough to stretch her pretty good. And it hadn't even fit all the way up into her cunt hole either.
"Where are they?" she said, walking around the tent. Then she saw the trail that led into the trees behind the campground. She dug a pair of tennies from her duffel, put on a flannel shirt and grabbed her uncle's binoculars from the tree where he'd hung them. In a few minutes she was out of sight of the camper.
The trail narrowed the farther she went. Finally it was just a trace of mashed ground, sometimes causing Patsy to have to stop and look closely to make sure she hadn't lost it altogether.
At last the trees thinned and Patsy found herself in a small meadow. Near the far end was a huge boulder at least as big as a car. The long grass was sprinkled with wildflowers and it seemed a peaceful, inviting place. Patsy wandered out into it, bending occasionally to pluck a tiny blossom. When she spotted the white cotton sock in the grass she never suspected it might be Monique's. Not until she picked it up and saw the embroidered initials. She remembered then that her friend had put on that very sock with her tennies only an hour before. Her mind boggled. Patsy walked a little further and found the mate to the sock. By now her heart was doing flip-flops. But she really came unglued when she walked another dozen yards and saw the lace-edged panties she knew were Monique's.
When she picked them up Patsy noticed that the crotch band was damp. She didn't have to put them to her nose to know what had dampened them. Monique had become very hot and wet. Then either she'd started undressing or let somebody undress her. Sure enough Patsy found her white tennis shorts a few feet away from the panties.
"Oh god, what's happening?" She swallowed nervously. "And where have they gone?" Then she looked at the big rock. It wasn't far away now. Putting Monique's things down she crept up to the base of the boulder. That's when she heard the noises.
"Uhhnn, Travis darling, ohhhhhh!"
Patsy began to slowly climb up the rock. But when she got near the top she was trembling, breathing hard.
"Maybe I don't want to see them," she whispered under her breath.
The sound of Monique's breathing was wild and whining. And Patsy could hear her uncle too. His growls sounded like some savage animal.
"Damn them," Patsy sighed. She felt a little sick. But it wasn't because of what was happening. It was the needle of envy she felt. It shocked her to know that she thought she deserved more attention from Travis than Monique. But that was how she felt. She was wishing that he had made a pass at her, not her long-legged friend.
"Whhhuuuhhh, Travuhhhhss!" Monique moaned. "You're so big!"
Patsy had to climb on. She moved stealthily, quietly. Then she knew she could peek over the edge and see them. She could already see Monique's bare left foot. Her painted toenails were fanned apart in the excitement she felt and as Patsy watched, her friend drew her heel upwards in the long grass and pushed it down again. Patsy peeked over the edge of the boulder and sucked in a quick breath.
She'd never seen anything so erotic in her life. Her young girlfriend was spread on her back in the meadow grass. The muscled tan body of Uncle Travis hunched powerfully atop her. Patsy was a little behind them so she could see the heavy hang of her uncle's balls and the way his buttocks puckered when he tensed his muscles to drive his big prick into the willowy young girl's body.
"Oh god," Patsy sighed, seeing for the first time that Travis had Monique's wrists pinned above her head. "Maybe he raped her! Maybe it wasn't Monique's fault at all."
But Travis kissed the girl then and Monique didn't try to pull away. She just moaned all the louder and wriggled under his weight. Patsy was surprised when her uncle rolled onto his back, pulling the trim-assed brunette on top of him. She seemed to go crazy in this position, her bottom prancing up and down wildly as she held Travis' head between her hands and bathed his face with kisses.
With Monique on top Patsy could now see the shiny cockshaft of her uncle. It was huge! It seemed so thick as it made the delicious tissue around Monique's cunthole stretch to let it fit. But the tightness didn't seem to bother Monique. She squirmed all the more now that she was on top. Her firm ass seemed to have been invaded by ants. And she was moaning so sexily, wallowing her soft tits down against Travis' chest until he slid his hands down to squeeze the firm, white orbs of her bottom.
Patsy saw that this had an exciting effect upon her leggy friend. Monique almost screamed with passion as Travis squeezed her ass harder, letting his fingers stray between the plump cleavage until he was rubbing her anus too. Patsy felt wrong about watching. But her own cunt was dripping with excitement too. As carnal as the whole thing was, it drew her, fascinated her. To see someone her own age making it with her uncle! Patsy wondered what Aunt Louise would say if she knew what her husband was doing up in the woods.
"Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhh Travis d-d-darling!" Monique looked as if she was having some kind of fit. And when she pulled her pussy back away from Travis' cock, Patsy saw the rubber for the first time. It clung tightly to every curve and bump of her uncle's big cock. And by the way the couple was going at it, Patsy knew that in a few seconds that thing would be full of hot cum. It made her weak just to think of it.
"Ohh christ, you're a hot one," Travis bellowed, hugging the slender girl against his chest as she bucked and quivered. Then he made a growling sound and spread his legs so that Monique could clamp her thighs tightly together. She arched and humped her back as her cunt plunged against Travis' body. She was fucking herself with that enormous prick, fucking Travis too. All he had to do was lie there and get it. Again Patsy felt the sting of jealousy. Though she would never consider doing anything like that with her own uncle, another part of her wanted the very thing that Monique was getting.
"I must be going crazy," Patsy said to herself. But there on the matted grass her uncle was spurting his jizz now. She could tell by the agonized look on his face, the way he clutched at Monique's wriggling body.
Once her friend's wild fucking disconnected her from Travis. Patsy had to stifle a gasp herself as she watched the two of them struggling frantically to get the smoldering chunk of cockmeat back into the mushy heat that flowered from between Monique's juice-smeared thighs. When at last they did Patsy heard the bulging head go into her friend's hot pussy. It went in as if it were almost being sucked in! And as Monique tossed her hips around, the sound were sloppy and squishy and slick. Then Travis had her ass in his grasp, forcing her down onto his shaft. The lovely brunette threw back her head as if to scream but only a strangled whimper came from between her lips. With her expression that of a hungry animal being fed, she squirmed her pelvis around so ravenously that Patsy could hardly believe it was the same Monique she knew.
"...honey ... tight!"
"Yeah," Travis growled, "you needed a little stretching!"
"Ohhhhh, I'm commmmming!"
"Me too baby, I'm gonna fill this rubber to the brim!"
"Uhhhnnnn, yuuuuuhhhhh!" Monique twitched and shivered.
"Christ! Oh sonofabitch!" Travis rolled her under him again and as the leggy girl spread wide for him, he closed his legs between her limbs and pumped like he was trying to stake her to the ground.
Patsy felt faint from watching all this. The way they were going at each other now was almost beyond belief. Monique was actually biting Travis so hard that Patsy saw a smear of blood. And he was crushing her down hard into the grass, grinding against her willowy young body with all his weight. The groans from Monique were the most sensual, helpless whimperings Patsy could imagine. She leaned her head against the rock and pumped her pubes up and down slowly, feeling the sliding, slick friction against her clit. By the time she had the strength to look down again, the couple had finished. Travis was very slowly extracting his cock from Monique's sweat-glossed body. When Patsy saw that rubber-sheathed prick hanging down she put a hand over her mouth. The tip of the rubber looked like it held a pint of jism.
Travis started to take the condom off but Monique stopped him. Patsy watched amazed as her friend carefully got the thing off without spilling any of the creamy sap inside. Then Monique knotted the top of it and cradled it lovingly in her hand. Patsy knew it was time for her to get the hell back to camp. She couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be to be discovered peeking.