Chapter 7

Mike poured a Scotch from a flask as he kept in his office desk and walked to the window that overlooked the downtown shopping district.

He searched the crowd of teenagers crossing the street for Jackie. That business with his niece hadn't helped things any. The night before last, after his encounter with the sixteen-year-old, he'd started boozing and gotten into a row with Ellen once Andre had brought her home. Mike was sick of making small talk with the handsome contractor especially when he knew Andre had just been out fucking his wife-and now, he was taking her out in public on top of it!

Basically, he knew her infidelity was his fault-she'd caught him in an affair with a local secretary-but that was five years ago. Now it would have seemed she'd had her revenge, but she kept right on ... he couldn't control her. When it came down to it, there was really no way short of divorce, which he couldn't afford, financially or career-wise, to make her stop.

His drink seemed to do nothing except numb his senses. He had an appointment with a client at five, and decided to call it off. Then, he telephoned the house and asked Jackie to bring his briefcase to the office. Hearing her voice on the phone picked up his spirits immediately. She said she'd be over right away-she'd just returned from school, and was about to change clothes.

He waited restlessly for the pretty blonde to arrive and when she finally walked in the door, his cock sprung up beneath his pants in instant erection. The sweet little thing looked impressed by what had happened with him the other night-at least that's what he thought was on her mind!

"Thanks. I can work on these papers tonight without having to go home," he said. "Say, would you mind pouring me a glass of water from the cooler in the hall? I've got to take a pill."

He tried to make his burgeoning hard-on go down during the few moments she was out of the room, but it seemed useless. She returned with the water.

"I'll put some whisky in it," he said, wiping the perspiration from his forehead.

"I didn't know you were sick, Uncle Mike," Jackie said, as she perched uneasily at the edge of the arm chair in the corner of the room. The leathery scent of his furniture and books mingled with the smell of his pipe. She could also smell the strong odor of the grass and flowers just outside the windows filling the small room.

"No, I'm not sick," he sighed. "It's a tranquilizer-I'm nervous. Let me get right to the point," he addressed the girl like she was one of his clients-though he was exploding inside with sexual tension. "I guess you know what I did the night before last had something to do with booze I'd been drinking. No sane man acts that way without being under the influence!"

Jackie nodded. She didn't want to annoy him or have anything to do with him. If she did, she figured he would try to take advantage of her again. "I hadn't thought about it. I guess you must have been drunk."

"I'd had a few, Jackie," he said, and for the first time she noticed he was sipping at a highball now. "But what we did was wrong. I am a responsible member of the Dolan community, and that sort of thing is incest."

"Oh, God, please don't talk about it again! I know what we did is called."

"But it still felt pretty good, didn't it? I thought you enjoyed it," he said, getting a little carried away.

He downed his drink and quickly poured himself another. Then she saw there was nothing in the glass but straight Scotch whiskey. She glanced nervously out the window. From the look of the traffic on Main Street it must have been at least five o'clock.

"You don't have to admit it, Jackie," he sighed. "Even though it was wrong, it was unavoidable."

"It's getting late and Ellen wanted me home at six to help make dinner," she began to get up.

"Ellen's another big reason I've not been myself recently," he went on. "You know, I'm aware of what she's doing with Andre ... I mean, I'm no fool."

"Of course not," Jackie said, recalling seeing Ellen and Andre linked in that passionate embrace her first night in Dolan.

"These pressures, they play hell with a man. Ellen and I don't sleep together, and I've got to have an outlet."

Jackie straightened up and crossed her legs, suddenly aware that her thin white panties were showing through the tight legbands of her shorts. At that moment, she realized Mike was looking at her and her face turned red. God, he was acting just like he had the other night!

"I'd intended to send you back," he said, just as she began to get up again. "But, on second thought, I've decided to wait at least a few more weeks and see how it works out."

"Well, o-kay," Jackie said, trying not to show how grateful she was.

Despite the air-conditioning, beads of moisture showed on Mike's forehead, as he came forward. He gently pushed Jackie back into her chair and set his drink down on the table beside her.

"I'd-uh-like to," his voice faded out in mid-sentence.

"What's that?" she drew back.

"If we did it again ... it wouldn't hurt," he grinned, and before she had time to respond, he was jerking down the zipper of his fly, permitting his long hard cock to pole out from beneath his jockey shorts. Suddenly, he swerved around and released the Venetian blinds on the window beside her which faced the street, plunging the room into half darkness.

"Oh, God," Jackie gave a little cry. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light coming through the thin slats, but it looked as if Uncle Mike had managed to pull his thickly pulsating cock from his shorts and was jerking it back and forth in his hand as he stood before her. Now he hovered directly in front of her, making it impossible for her to get out of the chair, his male hardness jutting out like a thick pole in his hand.

"Oh, please get back," Jackie tried to shove him away, painfully aware for the first time that her uncle was really not to be trusted.

"Take off your top so I can see your tits," he demanded.

"No!" Jackie drew back, till he grabbed her by her hair and yanked hurtfully forward, holding on until the pain became excrutiating.

"Owwwwwww!" Jackie cried as she hurriedly fumbled with the tie to her halter, to expore the lush twin mounds encased in her strapless lace brassiere. The flimsy halter slipped awkwardly from her fingers, but she couldn't bent down to pick it up because he was still tightly holding her hair. Her uncle's eyes glowed with excitement as Jackie put her hands up to hide the cream-like whiteness of her half-naked breasts.

"Oh ... please, Not again!" she cried, till he stepped menacingly closer, pulling her long hair at the same time.

"This time, you'll learn your lesson!"

"Oh, please, Uncle Mike, don't do this to me."

"Take it easy ... you'll get used to it. You might even learn to like it!"

Jackie could hardly breathe from the pain. "You've never done anything like this before. Maybe you'll hate me for it, but-"

"Let me gooooo!"

"Damn it, shut up!" he slapped her hard across the face, still holding her by a few tendrils of spun-gold hair.

"Owwwwww!" she cried again and unsnapped her shorts, quickly tuging them down her uplifting hips, and pulling them off her ankles. Finally, she drew trembling back in the chair, her shapely young body clothed only in the flimsy brassiere and small lace panties.

Suddenly, he felt her eyes fall on his massively rearing cockshaft.

"Oh, please don't do it to me again," she cried.

"C'mon, you want it as bad as I do!" he insisted.

Jackie trembled on the edge of the chair, and it was all her uncle could do to keep from throwing his hotly aroused body onto her tempting ripeness. She sighed and tilted her head, her long blond hair spilling and cascading softly around her shoulders. He moved closer and faced her so that he was nudging his muscularly compact body between her wide-splayed legs.

"Take off your brassiere," he said, then not waiting a moment, he forced the blonde teenager to bend toward him. He reached down and slipped his left hand inside the cup of her revealingly snug brassiere, massaging her resilient young flesh excitedly between his fingers. Then Mike unsnapped the back of the brief brassiere and his niece's full firm breasts swayed out at him, their richly pink nipples hardening quickly in the air-conditioned coolness of the room.

"Now take off those panties," he demanded.

The shaking girl hooked her fingers in the low waistband of her brief bikini panties, and tugged them down over her flaring hips. They caught at her ankles and she kicked them across the floor out of the way.

"Just ... please, don't do it to me again," she pleaded, gazing at his bulbously round cockhead lurching between the thumb and forefinger of his massaging hand. His long thick cock jutted heavily up at a forty-five degree angle as he pulled down his slacks and jockey shorts and squirmed up to stand between her parted legs. The frightened girl watched as he undid his shirt buttons, trembling as he pulled off the shirt and dropped it onto the slatted sunlight on the floor. Before she realized what was happening, he'd jerked her off the chair onto the thick shag carpet and immediately dropped down beside her, lying on his back.

"Now, open your mouth and put your lips around my cock and suck it!"

Then, gripping her painfully by the shoulders, he was forcing her to her knees, until she hovered nakedly above him on all fours.

"Suck me," he said, pulling her head down until her face was directly over his massively throbbing cock.

"I can't! I mean it's something I've never done!" In spite of herself, Jackie looked at his lust-swollen cock with helpless interest. It was thick and heavily-veined, the head swaying over his hair-thatched pelvis. She obediently lowered her face more, then felt her uncle shudder as her tongue flicked out instinctively to swipe up the pearl-like lubricant at its tip. Everything she was doing was terribly strange, but it all seemed to come to her quite naturally.

"Aaaaaaa," Mike sucked in his breath when her lips parted helplessly, embracing his entire heated cockhead. A hot tingling chill raced down his spine and he groaned, thrusting his hips greedily upward.

Mike's frightened niece moved her open lips farther down, tightening them like a warmly clasping elastic band just below the blood-filled head.

"God, Jackie, you really suck good for just a kid," he said as she gurgled around the cock which was how embedded deep up inside her mouth.

"Just move your head up and down so you can get a good grip on it," he commanded, raising his neck so that he could see the blonde's pretty face working over his saliva-coated thicknes. He peered lasiviously down at her, straining his head to take in her kneeling body in all its inviting ripeness. The sight of her cheeks puffed out over his cockhead doubled the excitement for her uncle. He couldn't believe what she was doing-a young girl of sixteen sucking his hard cock! As she moved, her breasts tickled softly against his legs sending a light-fingered warmth through his thighs.

"Ugggggh," he moaned as she drew her lips tighter around his throbbing penis, fluttering her tongue butterfly-like against his hot flesh.

"Now ... hold my balls," he said. And she immediately ran her fingertips over his sensitive testicles. Mike shivered as Jackie's tongue slid expertly over the underside of his penis; closing her lips, she drew up on his thickened cock as though she were devouring a strawberry ice cream cone.

"Damn!" Uncle Mike was going out of his mind! Jackie sucked eagerly at him, sending wild shudders shooting up through his loins. He breathed excitedly, watching her tongue flickering over his wildly throbbing cock, her lips circling moistly over the sides of the swollen head.

"Damn, you suck good!"

"I do?" she released her lips from his glistening male organ.

"Uhhh, but don't stop!" he frowned.

As though she'd done it before, Jackie gently massaged his testicles like he told her to do, with one hand, and stroked his thick cockbase between her thumb and forefinger with the other.

The young blonde felt her Uncle Mike shudder when her tongue began to twirl maddeningly at the apex of withdrawl. Actually, she couldn't believe how good cocksucking was! Never in her life had she imagined a man's cock could feel so good in her mouth!

She shifted her weight slightly, then she fluttered and swirled her tongue beneath his cock head while she sucked his rigidly throbbing shaft back into her mouth. Mike tightened his ass-cheeks, his head still raised, watching her silky blonde hair rise and fall softly over his abdomen with the up and down bobbing of her head. The girl didn't know how far to go and how much it would take to get him to the brink of orgasm. For all she knew he might cum right there, then, at least, it would be over!

Experimentally, she trilled her tongue along the drum-tight underside of his cock, then stopped and waited to see what would happen.

"How was that? You like it?" she parted her lips around his hardness. "Suck it deeper," he said. "But I might choke!"

"That never happens."

"But I'm afraid!"

"Suck it!"

She fondled his sperm-filled testicles, playing her fingers over the fleshy folds with soft, intuitive strokes. She felt his throbbing reaction. "Mmmmmmm," Jackie mewled, her lips slick with saliva and Mike's pre-cum. "Yessssss!"

The little blonde began to suck a little harder, her teeth scraping gently into his turgidly hard cockflesh. Then she kneeled up farther between his muscular thighs, exploratively tickling her fingers beneath the sac of his lust inflated balls.

"Damn, suck my cock, you little cunt," her uncle grunted as he watched Jackie continue her sucking. He could see her eagerly swaying body move rhythmically in time to her hotly eager oral ministrations. Her erotically jouncing breasts bobbed just above his thighs, their nipples tickling against the sensitive skin. She began to suck on him a little harder. He felt his upstanding cock ready to explode and dropped his head to the rug. "Christ, suck it harder, Jackie!"

He could feel his cock swell her cheeks almost to bursting, the tip-end ramming his niece's throat as he strained toward. "Oh, God!" he groaned.

Mike's ramrod cock stiffened with each successive stroke of Jackie's lushly sucking lips. His loins suddenly constricted and he slammed his pelvis hard up against her face. For some reason, Jackie found she liked it! The girl drew her lips in delight around his mouth-filling hardness, excitedly hooking her hands beneath his feverishly clenched buttocks. "Oh, Jackie, honey!"

Abruptly, his trunk-like cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed the hot jets of fiery male cum deep into her throat. At first, she didn't know what was happening. Then Jackie's mouth dilated around his semen-spewing cock. Groaning, she squeezed his clenched buttocks with one hand, while she willingly caressed his contracting testicles with the other. Though he'd made her do it, it didn't seem so bad, after all!

"Hey, suck meeeee!" Mike almost screamed at the teenager crouched up between his thighs.

The girl's Adam's apple bobbed in rapid motion, voraciously swallowing his hot gusing semen which flooded hotly into her mouth. Her lips ovaled elastically over his ejaculating cock; her erotically licking tongue swirled around and over his exploding cock as her uncle moaned in violent orgasm.

"Uuuuuuuuugh!" Jackie choked with emotion. She couldn't believe it, but he was cumming like crazy in her mouth and she was thirstily sucking on him.

"Keep it up, honey, ohhhhhhhh ... keep blowing meee!" he spat out as he clamped his hands hard against the girl's cock-filled cheeks. He rammed his hard meat farther and deeper till his jetting cockhead touched deep up against her avidly swallowing throat until she thought she'd choke.

Gradually, his deflating rod of male flesh slipped from her mouth, but she continued her sucking. Those last hungry little tugs of his deflating penis were almost as good as when he'd cum, the niece thought, as she looked up from his loins to his face and coursed her fingers gently through the thick hair on his legs.

"God, I didn't know anything could taste so good," she gasped and lay her head on his stomach, still running her hands gently back and forth across his open thighs.

"Get dressed," he said hoarsely, turning his head.

"What?"

"You heard me-put your clothes on!" Jackie looked up at him in amazement. "You cock-teased me into this with those sexy shorts of yours and the way you sat in that chair."

"You've got to be crazy! I mean, this whole thing was your idea, Uncle Mike!"

He drew away from her, hitching up his slacks. "I guess we both have a different interpretation of what happened."

Jackie got slowly up from the floor and walked over to where she'd left her clothes. "How could you say something like that! You're the one who forced me into putting my mouth around your ... thing!"

She looked at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief. He'd not only forced himself on her for the second time-he was blaming it on her!

"Don't talk to me like that, young lady. I've had it!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've turned out to be a real threat to the stability of my household."

"That is really insane. Me a threat! What about Aunt Ellen or that rape artist of a son you have?"

"Get out," he said in a thin voice.

By this time, Jackie was tearing back into her brassiere and panties. She could feel him watch smirkingly from the carpet as she pulled quickly into her shorts and halter and left the office.

The next day Mike met Jackie on the sun porch after she'd come home from school.

"Do you think Ellen suspects anything?" he said, his eyes darting around nervously.

"No. Why should she?"

For no reason at all, it seemed to Jackie, he leaned forward and slapped her hard across the face with the flat of his hand. First it felt numb, then the pain began. An hour later, she would be checking to see if he'd left any bruise marks: he hadn't.

"What was that for?" she staggered back against the door.

"I should have done that yesterday."

"You're crazy. I think you just like to be brutal."

"You want to go back to your old man?" he threatened, angrier than ever. Jackie had struck home! For the first time, he realized he did like to be brutal.

"Yes, I do! But first I'm going to get even with you!"

She watched as he reeled into the living room, and she followed a moment later.

Now he was sitting in an arm chair, facing the TV set which had been turned off. Then he switched it on without looking at her.