Chapter 3
Joe had never cared too much for his wife's brother, a guy named Lon Henson. In fact, he had formed an impression of him the first time they met, a negative impression. Lon had seemed to him like all the good-looking, smirking, cynical bastards he'd ever met in the army, the kind of guy who gets his kicks out of bragging about how good he was in high school football, how many girls he'd impregnated, and what a whizz he was at his job as a used-car salesman.
Lon was younger than Joe's wife, and for the first year or two after they were married they had Lon as practically a boarder. Then Lon had screwed some gal who wouldn't let him wriggle out of marriage. They moved away to another city, and the child turned out to be a girl, Viki Henson.
Since Joe had long ago let Ann know that he couldn't abide her smart-alec younger brother, the visitations had been rare, indeed. In fact, Ann usually took her vacation by visiting her brother alone, with Joe taking his by going on a long fishing trip with Pete Johnson, or somebody.
So it was a little like hearing the sky has fallen in when Joe came home one afternoon to be informed that Lon had finally divorced his wife, and that little Viki was coming to stay with them until poor Lon could get his shit together.
Joe groaned at the news. "Not that little pig-tailed brat," he muttered.
Ann smiled. "Honey, time goes by faster than you think. Viki is older than Sally."
"Huh? That's impossible."
"She was born a year before Sally. You know, Lon was still living with us, but, uh."
"Yeah, he was tomcatting around with that poor devil he finally married."
"That's right, Joe. And little Viki was born only a month after they married."
Joe grinned in disgust. "I'll bet the preacher must have taken a dim view of that. Your stud hoss brother standing there at the altar with his pregnant bride."
"Lon was always a little wild," Ann admitted, softly, "but he's still my little brother, and he can't take care of Viki while he tries to get his life straightened out. Anyway, after you've had a bite to eat, you can run get Viki.
Joe blinked. "Run get her?"
"Yes, she'll be at the airport at four o'clock."
"Jesus, Ann, I don't want to make that long drive to pick up Lon's mistake! Why don't you and Sally-"
"Sally has to go to cheerleading practice, and you know perfectly well that I've got an appointment at the hairdressers at five o'clock."
Joe frowned. "So I'm the goat, eh."
"No, you're Vicki's nice uncle, and you'll pretend to be very glad she's coming to pay us a visit."
It still hadn't completely registered with Joe that Viki Henson could possibly be older than Sally. The last time he had seen the girl, she'd been a brawling tomboy in pigtails and jeans, and he had hated her on sight.
Now, as he drove the seemingly endless distance from his house to the city's airport, he found himself hoping to hell that the girl's visit would be short. And he knew why he hoped that. Ever since the day he and Pete had fucked that young hippie girl in the motel, he had not been able to get the lewd possibility of screwing his own Sally out of his head.
He knew it was sick and crazy.
He knew he could go to Sing-Sing for what he was thinking.
But he also knew that his prick got stone hard sometimes even when he was sitting at his desk at his office, stiff and hard at the thought of plowing Sally's cunning young twat!
He already knew how it would feel, having fucked the hippie love-child. He knew that once you had tasted the tightness, the juicy hotness of a teenaged girl's cunt, all the rest of the different kinds of fucking in the world was like cold mutton!
When he got to the airport, he had a drink in the bar. Since Viki's flight was late, he had a couple more drinks. And when her plane finally arrived, he was feeling very good and a wee bit high.
He felt even better when he saw what Lon's promiscuity had produced!
Viki Henson was built in the shape of what his pal Pete would have called a hot-brick crapper. All tits and hips, and only fifteen years old!
When Viki saw him, she came running on long, graceful legs and then threw her arms around him. She kissed him square on the lips, and he could feel her wild young tits pressing like sponge-balls against his chest.
He pulled her back and held her at arm's length, grinning.
"Uncle Joe, you're blushing," she purred, smiling and showing her perfect teeth under those fluttering blue eyes.
"I-I didn't know-hell, Viki, you've grown up!"
She bloomed under the compliment, and winked at him. "And I just didn't remember what a handsome uncle I had. Sally sure is lucky to have you for a daddy!"
He had forgotten how mature and beautiful a girl can look at fifteen!
He almost wanted to ask Viki if she'd like to have a drink in the bar with him!!
He carried her suitcase for her glancing from time to time at the way her hips bounced as she trotted along beside him.
"I can't get over how you've grown up," he breathed, once they were in the car.
She laughed softly and slid over very close to him even before he could get the engine started. She looped one arm through his and hugged him tight against her warm shoulder. She was so close he could even smell the fresh sweetness of her hair.
What had they called girls like her back in high school? Ah, yes-PTs. Good old prick teasers!
"You haven't changed a bit, Uncle Joe," she crooned at him. "You're still the big, strong, madly cute man you were the last time I saw you!"
He couldn't believe his ears, but he bloomed under the compliment, too.
In fact, he did more than bloom. He got pretty damned aroused. Trying to stop a hard-on is about like trying to stop a typhoon. He could feel his prick rising thickly up in his shorts!
"I-I guess you'd better scoot back over on your side, honey," he husked, "so I can drive."
She grinned, and moved about four inches away from him.
"I sure am hungry, Uncle Joe," she said, casually. "Do you know a good place where we could go so I could eat something?"
He knew what he'd like to give her to eat!
"Uh, sure, Viki."
It was beginning to get dusky outside as he drove to one of those huge hamburger drive-in places where all the car-hops are cute high school girls. He had forgotten how tempting all that pubescent flesh can be, but he pulled in anyway, his car nosing in right beside a souped-up old convertible full of high school boys drinking beer.
The boys caught sight of Viki by their own sexual radar, and Joe saw a ripple of low whistles and grins pass around the young studs like a signal as they looked Viki over.
He didn't have to look twice to know what those boys were thinking. Every damned one of them would have traded their souls for a chance to fuck something as cute as Viki.
"I think you've got those fellows upset," Joe observed, smiling.
Viki ignored the horny teenagers and turned her back to them to face Joe, giving him the full advantage of her face and charmingly pointing young tits. She had one leg pulled up under her, allowing him a nerve-wilting flash of her creamy white thigh.
They ordered their hamburgers, and while they were waiting, the car full of tipsy boys started pulling out. But before the car sped away, one of the guys leaned his head out and called in a low, husky whisper, "Hey, Pops! Give it to her once for us!!"
Then they shot off, burning rubber.
"Crude little bastards," Joe breathed, trying to suppress a grin.
Viki grinned, too, then scorched his ears by lowering her voice and purring, "Did you ever do it, Uncle Joe?"
"Uh-do what?" he managed.
Her eager young lips pulled back in a definitely wanton smile. "Did you ever do anything except just get a hard-on when you were around a girl like me?"
He couldn't believe his senses!
"W-what did you say, Viki?" he husked, glancing at her so that their eyes locked.
Without so much as a blink, she said, "You've got a great big hard-on, Uncle Joe. You've had one for the last fifteen minutes. I just wondered if you knew how to get rid of it."
"Damn right I do! I mean, listen, honey, you-"
"I'd like to eat you, Uncle Joe. That's what I really meant when I said I was hungry."
He felt his blood leaping hotly in his veins, his face flushing darkly with a lust he couldn't control. And his damned cock grew another couple of inches longer in his pants!
"Baby, you don't know what the hell you're saying," he breathed, his voice choked with desire.
She grinned, running just the tip of her tongue lightly over her lips. "Yes, I do. I suck the nice man who lives next door to daddy and me all the time. Daddy doesn't know it, of course, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"My wife-" Joe wheezed, hoarsely.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her, either. I certainly won't tell her, will you?"
"Christ, no!"
At that point, the hamburgers arrived. Joe paid for them. He wolfed his down nervously, his prick still throbbing in his shorts. As for Viki, she only nibbled the edge of the big burger in her hands, keeping her eyes on her Uncle Joe, and giving him slow, dreamy smiles.
Finally, he tossed the remainder of his hamburger out the car window and pulled out of the drive-in.
"Are you going to let me, Uncle Joe?" Viki insisted, almost casually.
His cock pulsed stiffly, giving him the only answer possible.
"I-I'll have to find a good place," he said, raggedly.
"I hope you find a real good place," she whispered. "I want to take my time with you!" He knew they would be late getting home, but he didn't give a sweet damn! He could always tell his wife the plane had taken a detour around Brazil!
With the instinct of any horny male who had a hot-to-trot female in the car with him, Joe headed for the state park a mile or two off the main highway. It was the usual place lovers went, lovers and fuckers. And he saw no reason at all why it wouldn't accommodate a good little sucker, too!
The second they were off the well-lighted highway, Viki had slid back over against him. This time she had no pretense about what she wanted. He felt her fingers fumbling expertly with the top of his fly, looking for the magic zipper that would open up one more trophy for her oral pleasure.
"Jesus, baby," he growled, softly, "you could make me have a wreck!"
She paid no attention to his half-hearted protests. Instead, she slowly pulled his pants zipper down, and crawled her fingers deep inside his shorts.
He felt her cunning hand close around the hardness of his prick, and inch all the way up and down it, like a miser measuring his stack of gold.
"Wow," the young girl whispered, "it's even bigger than it looked ... so big and ... stiff!"
It was stiff, all right. His prick was on full hard, and the more her dainty little fingers squeezed it, the larger and hotter it got!
She didn't take his cock out of his pants until he got the car stopped. And he parked it in one of the darkest corners of the park he could find, an isolated place where nobody was likely to find them.
He didn't have to tell her to go ahead then. She knew what the hell she wanted, and how to get it.
With one or two gentle, brazen pulls of her cupped fingers she drew his lewdly erected penis out of his fly. It stood stiffly up between his legs, the head of it coming almost as high as the bottom line of the steering wheel!
Now that she actually had his meat out of his pants, he felt a libidinous pleasure in talking to her any damned way he pleased.
"You like 'em big, baby?" he breathed.
"Ummmmm!"
"Does the guy you blow back home have one this big?"
She did something in response that was much more to the point than words. She dipped her head down low over his lap and took the entire glans of his aroused tool between her lips. Her tongue wormed in wet, tingling circles over the blunt bulb of his prick, making it turn harder by the second.
He groaned softly and spraddled his legs wider apart, making his knees touch the dashboard. At the same time, he put one hand on the back of her head and slowly pushed her down.
Her lips and mouth rode deliciously low on his throbbing cock, taking almost all of it in.
"Yeah," he grunted, hoarsely, "suck on that big bastard for me, honey. Eat it real good!"
He released his hand, letting it slide down over the curve of her back all the way to her buttocks. He felt another ragged thrill of lust go through him as his hand closed tightly over the cheeks of her slightly lifted young ass. He knew at once that he'd have to eventually fuck that spicy little cunt she had down there, and he knew what a wild pleasure it would be to ride all of his nine inches as far into her whoring teenaged pussy as he could!
With his hand off her head, Viki was free to suck his prick in her own way. She began to slowly bob her head up and down, her mouth forming a hot suction around his hard meat. She would pull all the way up to the tip of his tool, using her tongue to flick and lap the underside of his meatus, then she would gently oval her lips back down again over the glistening cylinder until her nose was touching gamely against his zipper!
"Christ," he groaned, "we're gonna have to do this again when we can get our clothes off, babydoll, I'd love to let you suck on my balls like that, too!"
She only made a deep, throaty humming noise in reply.
She brought him dangerously close to a climax when she took her mouth completely off his cock and began to stroke up and down the sides of his boldly erected rod with the flat of her tongue. She moved her head this way and that, like some erotic little bird, lapping at the solidly gorged length of hot meat like a whore.
"Oh, shit, that feels good!" he murmured.
She found the one huge vein traversing the column and played her tongue over it, tracing it from the hairy root of his sex all the way up to the head, then back again, always licking wetly away.
A thick bubble or two of sperm oozed out of the tip of his large penis, and she lapped it up like honey!
She was making him lose all control of himself, turning him into some mad satyr of lust!
"Suck it, you hot little bitch!" he hissed suddenly, bringing both of his hands back up and clasping the side of her head like a football. "Go down on it, eat out my balls! Suck my hot stuff down your THROAT!!"
He heard her gulp and gurgle with satisfaction at having turned him on so savagely, and immediately her wicked young mouth took him in a prolonged, delicious series of swallowing strokes that made his hot balls vibrate toward an orgasm.
"EAT IT! SUCK IT! SSSUUUCCCKKKkkk!!"
She rode his oversized prick all the way down her throat, holding it there as his nuts quickly and powerfully released the sperm generated by her wanton sucking.
He held her head in a vise-like grip as one bolted gush of spunk after another splashed hotly into her lungs!
She gagged, but he held her selfishly to her job of taking every damned drop he wanted to feed her!
Only when he felt his hugely swollen cock begin to slightly soften did he release her head, and even then she stayed in place, using her tongue to coax the last sluggish droplets of his virile seed out of the purple head of his prick.
Finally, with a little moan of contentment, she slowly pulled her ovaled lips up off his tool. It was still almost vertical between his legs, and without touching it except with her tongue, she kittenishly licked his big peter dry.
"Jesus," he husked, feeling lighter than air, "you really know how to do that."
She laughed softly, helping him tuck his exhausted penis back into his pants.
When he was zipped up again, she retired to her corner of the car, her eyes glittering softly in the darkness.
Before he started the engine, he reached over and put one hand on her leg, high up on the inside of her thigh where he could feel her warm blood beating.
"You gonna let me fuck you-when we get the chance?" he asked, hopefully.
"Of course I am, Uncle Joe," she breathed, her voice still slightly husky from all the sperm she had just swallowed. "That's all I was thinking about while I was sucking you off, how nice your big prick would feel between my legs. But I want you to do that when we really have somewhere to do it. Like you said, I want all of your clothes off when you fuck me."
He grinned. "I'm pretty anxious to get your clothes off, too. I promise you one thing, Viki, I'll make you cum as much as you can stand it."
She smiled. "That might just take a whole lot of screwing, Uncle Joe. The man next door says he's never seen a big cum-freak like me before."
"You, uh, you let that guy fuck you, too?"
"Any time his wife isn't looking!"
"Boy, he's a lucky bastard. Too bad I don't have somebody like you living next door to me!"
"You've got Sally," Viki whispered, a tinge of jealousy in her voice. "Why don't you fuck her?"
It was almost as if the young imp had read his goddamned mind, he thought. But he wasn't about to admit to anything.
"Listen, Viki, don't get any wise ideas about ... uh, telling my daughter what you and I did tonight. Or what we might do together pretty soon."
"Afraid your wife might divorce you, like mom divorced daddy?"
"You're damn right I am! But the main thing is, Sally is sorta innocent. She's a ... uh-"
"Nice girl?" Viki breathed, a mocking smile in her voice.
"Well, I didn't mean that you-"
"That's okay, Uncle Joe. I know I'm not a nice girl, but I've got a hot flash for you."
"What's that?"
"Nice girls don't get to eat what I just had, and that's why I feel sorry for them."
Joe grinned, knowing that Viki had the kind of philosophy of life and sex that he wished every teenaged girl had!!