Chapter 8
It was two weeks later and Abby said, "What do you mean? Out of the blue you tell me your sister's daughter is coming to live with us for a month or two? Why?"
"My sister's husband has gone into bankruptcy, that's why," her husband replied. "The girl is eighteen, she's no child anymore, and it's the least I can do for my sister. They've lost everything. For Chrissakes, Abby, I'd do the same thing for one of your relatives."
Abby was still shaking her head when Mike left for the airport to pick his niece up. He didn't care. There was so much he didn't care about lately.
"You've become a beautiful girl, Cindy" Mike said when he met his niece at the airport.
"Do you really mean that?" the teenager asked, spinning around to show him all of her, her flared skirt swirling up, giving him a provocative look at her long slender legs. "I've looked forward so to coming to live with you and Aunt Abby. And I promise, I'll be a very good girl."
To himself, Mike said, Yes, you little bundle of torment, I'll bet you're going to be very good! Let me take you to some swank restaurant to impress you first, get a few drinks into you to relax you and then up to my office where I'll find out just how good you're going to be!
The thought of screwing his own sister's daughter had Mike's blood pumping hotly as they rode out of the airport, Mike's big black car purring along toward the college. He stopped at a fancy restaurant and bought the young girl drinks and dinner. He had a plan. Before taking her home to meet Abby, they would stop off at his impressive offices at the English department of the college. The offices would be closed, empty tonight. A perfect spot for what he had in mind.
Cindy stood in awe of the luxury of the vast suite of offices. Her mother had told her that Uncle Mike was rich, but she never imagined anything like this! Mike opened a bottle and mixed her another drink. She sipped it,, her mind spinning a little faster. They sat side by side on the huge couch in the inner offices.
Cindy innocently wanted Uncle Mike to desire her. More accurate, she wanted him to love her, approve of her. But she didn't know she was driving him. crazy when she crossed her legs so that her skirt barely covered her thighs. It was an uncontrollable action when his warm lips found hers, and without being aware of what she did, Cindy darted her tongue between his lips and into his mouth, searching eagerly for his tongue. The kiss lasted a long time and when it broke Mike nudged her backward gently, her skirt rising higher, exposing her pink panties. Uncle Mike tenderly placed his hand on her bare leg, fondling with experienced fingers. A finger crept higher and higher, and the young girl automatically parted her legs. The persistent finger touched her almost-virgin pussy and she began to sigh. She placed her trembling little hand on his throbbing cock and that did it. In minutes he had her naked on the couch, laying down face down, her firm little buttocks squirming high in the air. It was no longer Mike's finger that was busy at her body ... it was his tongue! Mike's tongue had gained itself quite a reputation. This was his own niece! The warm, tantalizing strokes of that tongue now had Cindy sighing, moaning, all relaxed and ready for anything he had in mind. He dragged his tongue deeply, wetly along the deep crack.
"Aggggh!" she cried, thrashing. "Uggg ohhhh, God, so weird and goooooood...." she sobbed.
And then, after tongue-lashing the crack between the juicy halves of her buttocks, he moved his face back down toward the crack in her pussy mound. He pressed his face forward and his open lips covered her pulsing slit with a wet kiss. He turned her over and she straddled his face.
"Oh, God!" she screamed. "My pussy! You're killing it! Eat it, kiss it, love it, ohhhh!"
She squirmed heatedly, trying to shove her heated mound closer to his lips. And then she gasped as his long, wet tongue slid easily and suddenly between her crack, slid in, digging deeply and gently between the lips of her cunt. She jerked her hips convulsively as she felt the hot contact of his lips and tongue on her slit. Her body was jolted with an involuntary spasm of shivering delight. She jammed her buttocks back against his face and ground her cunt against his lips, sobbing and crying out and cursing obscenely, no longer the calm, virginal girl that she seemed to be just hours before.
She felt his tongue slide in between the pink folds of her cunt. She began to contract and open her pussy lips on the tongue as it moved with a long, smooth dart, sinking deeply inside her vagina.
"Mike, darling!" she screamed. "Your lips! Your tongue! Ohhhh, darling, lover, eat me! Eat me alive!"
She was gasping and mewing and grunting and twisting about in ecstasy. Her cunt was impaled on his long, diving tongue. She felt his tongue licking, fluttering, curling deep inside her pussy. His wet lips were open and sucking as his tongue speared in and out between the creaming lips of her cunt. He was sucking and licking moistly and noisily, greedily, driving her into a frenzy. Her buttocks were swaying over his face, out of control, as she ground her cunt against his mouth, thrilling to the contact of his sucking lips and his driving, fucking tongue.
"God, it's wonderful," she sobbed.
She was completely surrendered to the thrill of his licking and sucking. His tongue plunged and withdrew as he tasted the heat and juice of her steaming sweet young-girl sauces.
Cindy could hear the wet sucking noise as his tongue flicked wickedly, expertly in and out of her gaping pussy hole. The sound thrilled her. She began to moan constantly as his tongue lashed over her slit, caressed her hard clitoris bud, licked it, curled around it, driving her wild. His face was buried between her heaving thighs as he sucked and teased, using his lips and teeth and tongue avidly on her pussy. She writhed under his tormenting mouth, churning her buttocks, squirming her mound wildly.
"Ohh," she sobbed, loving the delicious sucking and tonguing of her cunt Mike was getting his own satisfaction as he felt the lips of her pussy contract and relax, squeezing his tongue as it drove in and out of her mound. The cheeks of her ass were rotating and tightly clenched with passion.
To Mike, her young, tender steaming cunt seemed like a flower, unfolding, opening as he sucked on it. The lips of her pussy stretched open wider and wider to give greater access to his fucking tongue. He could feel the wetness of her pussy juice on his cheeks as he hungered between her thighs. Her thighs moved raggedly in rhythm with his pricking tongue which swirled between her pussy lips like a living snake.
"Mike, I'm going to come!" she screamed.
He could feel the increasing abandon of the girl in the way her cunt was grinding with greater and greater tempo.
And then she came.
"Aggggggh!" she screamed. She felt as if she were going to explode. Tremors gripped her pussy. Orgasm followed orgasm as juice flowed hotly from her cunt. Mike lapped it up and fucked on and on with his long tongue. She shivered all over as she came, and he continued to eat eagerly between her quaking thighs.
And then she fell back, limp, spent, satisfied. No high school boy back in Nebraska had ever satisfied her like this.
But Mike wasn't through with her yet.
"Beautiful, so beautiful, Mike," she purred, gasping for breath.
He rolled her over onto her back, and she lay spread-eagle beneath him, panting, helpless to defend herself.
"What ... whaaa ... what are you ... going to do?" she panted. .
"I'm going to make love to you," he said softly.
"Ohh, Mike, but your prick is so big. It'll ... tear me in two. It's so big and hard!"
"Hush. Relax. Enjoy yourself, darling," he whispered.
"Ohhh, Mike, I can't stand any more. My cunt's tingling and aching from your wonderful lips ... and tongue ... it can't take any more. No-"
"Yes!"
"Oh, no, please ... you'll kill me ... I can't take any more ... I'll die!"
"Hush."
He moved over her, covering her thrashing body with his. He prepared to mount her, to ram his huge, hard cock into her creaming, vulnerable, soft cunt.
"Are you going to ... fuck me with that hard big cock of yours?" she asked in a little panting voice.
"Yes, I am, darling, and you're going to love it," he grinned as he moved his body over her, fitting his body over her trembling, youthful, lovely form.
He began to rub the hard and knobby head of his prick over the creamy lips of her tingling cunt. She sobbed and sighed at the feel-of his huge instrument, so thick and blunt, rubbing teasingly over the parted cunt lips. The wet lips of her pussy contracted and throbbed like a sucking mouth around the rubbing tip of his cock. He feasted his eyes on her naked, submissive, beauty, savoring this moment before he took her completely.
His cock and testicles ached, swollen, ready to burst. Her trembling, lovely thighs yawned wide apart as she waited, panting, for the inthrust of his huge cock. He probed his cock over the wet, soft folds of her cunt, parting her pubic hair, completely exposing her wet slit.
He sighed and took a good deep breath. She was so young and tender, slithering now as she lay sprawled beneath him, her hips squirming involuntarily. He surged his hips forward. The wet, warm flesh of her pussy lips cringed apart before the piercing drive of his giant cock. His cock smashed in between the cunt lips. She was wet and hot and tight down there and her pussy lips clung tightly to his surging cock as it drove in.
"Aggggh!" she grunted. "You'll rip me open!" she screamed in pain and terror ... and fierce pleasure.
His cock surged into her. The walls of her vagina gave way and her pussy lips stretched wider than they ever had to give entrance to his tool. He gasped as his cock sunk in to its hilt, his swollen balls coming to rest against the deep cleft of her buttocks.
"Mike, you're filling my burning pussy to bursting!" she cried out. "Oh, Uncle Mike, Uncle Mike! Uh ... uhhhhh ... Oh!"
He thrilled to feel the walls of her cunt contracting tightly around his cock as it drove all the way into her. She began to tremble and sob with pain and pleasure. Her joy at having his great cock deep inside her was unrestrained. She thrust her cunt against him and they began to move, undulate together, his cock sliding in and out, very, very slowly, completing the rape of this young and beautiful girl.
Her thighs were spread wide apart and her legs laced around his waist, the heels of her feet kicking with passion at his back, urging him on. His cock began to tunnel up into her cunt, then slid back out again, teasing her.
"You're so lovely, so nice and warm and tight," he whispered to her as he slowly fucked her.
"I'm not ... afraid," she gasped. "You're so warm, so gentle."
She was wet and open. She was squealing with lurid delight. His cock began to skewer and probe in and out of her throbbing cunt. Her cunt was so hot and flowingly ready for this, so well prepared by the suck of his lips and the lick of his tongue.
"Fuck me, Mike, lover, kill me!" she cried.
Her dilated vagina accepted the assault of his giant prick. She loved the heavy weight of his body on her. She hugged him close and ground her cunt up and down, meeting his cock stroke for stroke, buttocks slick and heaving, slapping up and down on the soft cushions of the couch. The heavy weight of his strong legs crushed her as he sank his cock deep inside her. She groaned and sobbed, hardly able to catch her breath. Her body was churning beneath his, matching the fast tempo of his fucking.
Her cunt was stretched as wide open as it was possible to be and it felt as if he had shoved a log in. She clenched the muscles of her buttocks tightly together and screwed her ass around and around as she heaved her lovely body beneath him. She loved the raping feel of his fleshy staff deep in the tunnel of her vagina.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "I love it! Oh, you wonderful love, you wonderful man! ... fuck me, harder, faster, fuck me!" she cried lewdly. "Stuff me full, Uncle Mike!"
Her cunt muscles clasped wetly and warmly on his battering cock. Her pussy melted like honey before the shove of his great scarlet cock, now reddened and slick from jamming in and out of her. She fucked him back, inspired, out of her mind with joy, and she was fast becoming a whimpering, moaning, revolving lunatic!
She loved the throbbing of his cock inside her. Her back began to hurt as she thrashed her hips up and down, meeting him, keeping tempo with him. Her hip joints were getting sore. Her cunt lips were aflame with pain and delicious tingles. As he fucked her wildly, he slipped his hands under her slick, gyrating buttocks, cupping them. Then his finger sought and found her anus. He thrust his finger deep into the tight opening. She screamed with pain, never before having been invaded in such a way. His finger began to fuck in and out of her asshole in the same rhythm as his cock was stabbing in and out of her flaming, clinging pussy.
After a moment, she got used to the double impalement, and began to love it. She loved the intrusion of his blunt fingers deep in her anus.
"Fuck me in the ass and the cunt, lover!" she screamed, nearly out of her mind with joy.
It was a double rape of the girl. The thick finger was jabbing in and out of her rectum as his cock jabbed in and out of her creaming, throbbing pussy. His cock circled round and round as it plunged in and out of her slit, and his finger did too, in her back passageway. As he fucked her two ways at once, he sucked avidly on her bouncing tits, driving her nearly to distraction. He took her with long, lunging strokes, and she sobbed and cried out for more, loving the pleasure and the pain of the double fucking.
The moist sheath of her sucking, stretched pussy lips throbbed over the invading thickness of his prick. He was bending her to his will, making her his little love slave, body and soul. He was establishing his rhythm over her in the most basic way known to man.
In and out of her his cock stroked with power, while his finger jabbed in and out of her rectum at the same time. The wet smack of flesh against flesh filled the room; the wet suck of her creamy pussy lips on his cock joined the juicy sound of fucking. She screamed and moaned and bucked beneath him, nearing her end, knowing that he was nearing his, too, sunk deep into her, and she too was instantly triggered into her final battering climax. Her pussy lips sucked, holding his cock captive, squeezing every drop from her wonderful uncle's body.
And then her thighs were wet and lax, lying locked like that for long, heavy breathing moments before Cindy whispered "Oh God! If Mother or Aunt Abby ever find out...."
"Your mother won't, and your Aunt Abby wouldn't care," Mike said. "Your Aunt and I live our own separate lives now. But let's not think about it. Let's think about us!"
While her husband was out having his fun, Abby was by no means playing the saintly wife. She had changed. It was a well-known fact that the wife of the English prof was just about the wildest lay on campus. She had been balled by ten or twelve of the senior class, but one in particular had caught her fancy. His name was Andy. He was a poor kid from a slum area, and was in college only by means of a Basic Opportunity Grant (BOG). He had balled her once in the privacy of her bedroom, while Mike taught class. Ever since, she had not been the same. She had become the youth's slave, and young Andy knew it.
"Next time you come to my home grounds for your servicing, whore" he snarled at her. "You want more you come to me, at my clubhouse in Brooklyn, and whether you like it or not, there'll be some of my friends watchin'. I dunno. Maybe that'll turn you on more. Who knows about cunts like you!"
And so it was that on this same night, forced along on the tide of her dark, invidious mania, guided unerringly by instinct past unfamiliar landmarks into the uncharted setting, she arrived at the grubby facade of the corner shop above which flickered the broken neon tracings of the sign, EAST NEW YORK DEVILS. Her small white hand gripped the worn handle of the sagging screen door, and like a junkie approaching the last source, the only possibility of dispeling the mindless torment which ravaged her, she entered, hoping, wanting, praying.
A galaxy of eyes shone at her as she walked along the counter which ran down one side of the sleazy establishment. But she saw only the familiar face, the harsh countenance she had counted on being there. Only when Andy's eyes gave no sign of changing expression, of admitting to the interest, amusement, or suspicion that flickered around her, did she take steps that became uncertain until she stopped falteringly before him where he leaned on one of the row of antiquated amusement machines. Still, her eyes held steady, greeting him, beseeching him, imploring him, revealing the nakedness of her soul, the bankruptcy of her being to his indifferent gaze.
"Well," he drawled at last, spitting something casually off his tongue as he cocked his head and nodded at her in a manner that seemed to say: "All right, little bitch, you've made the delivery, now beat it!" Still she stood in front of him, only the restless shifting of her weight from foot to foot revealing the turbulence within her.
"What do you want?" His voice was cold, as though she'd interrupted a meeting of his board of directors.
"A-Andy?" she quavered, trying out the name that had been mushrooming in her mind, and body since the minute she felt his warmth. His expression didn't rebut her finding. "Andy ... please, can we...?" The incongruous tone of her voice echoed through the new silence now. She looked around, wanting to communicate to him her raging desire to be someplace else with him other than where they were-a poorly lit establishment featuring lazy, bug-ridden fans and cracked, curling slabs of ancient linoleum. But now the two of them had been surrounded by a curious circle of leather-jacketed, black-jeaned youths, their faces a study in grotesquely hairy and soiled eccentricity.
"Niiiiice!" a voice said, and Abby turned halfway around, regretting the move at once as it was impossible to tell which sneering, insolent, or cunningly rapt face had offered the comment.
"Friend of yours?" a short, stocky companion asked superciliously, a black eyebrow angling like a worm up his forehead.
"Never mind. C'mon. Everybody out in the alley." They all followed him, including Abby.
Standing before him in the alley, she undid the dress neck straps, as she let her mind drift back to the fucking at the college, remembering how the horny boy had gone for her breasts. And then the low-slung brassiere slid off, baring her delectable pale boobs to the welcome cool of the night air.
"Mart, she's really horny, dig that!"
"I know! What a pair!"
"Get it on, baby!"
Abby stared steadily at Andy, both of them ignoring the ogling of her naked back and out-thrust breasts. What her eyes were telling him was the truth: his friends were reversing the polarity of master-by raving over her stunning nakedness, the way she bared herself to them, they were lowering themselves to her.
And Andy understood it all with the natural awareness of leadership. "Take the rest off. What you do for me you do for any of my buds here," he told her, letting the message sink in, adding with his eyes that there was no hope of amendment or loophole; he really meant it. If it happened to be his pleasure, she would crawl to any of these filthy gloating strangers just as she was now crawling to him.
She stared into, his face, feeding on his eyes with the blank, dutiful look of a subservient child. Abby pushed the dress down, automatically ruining the expensive apparel by letting it fall to. the filth-encrusted concrete. She unclasped her bra and was going to drop that, but one of the spectators snatched it from her hand and began stretching it, toying with it impatiently. She worked her half-slip down over her hips, stooping to push it off her thighs, her breasts swinging forward, dusky nipples dancing in the naked light. She stood up, excitingly naked but for the scanty armor of her panties, the sheen of her stockings, her shoes, earrings, and jewelry.
Andy looked impassively at her body. To her, a neutral look like that from the man she was throwing herself at was a negative look, a disapproving look. Quickly, only now aware that she was blushing uncontrollably from a lifetime's habit of modesty, never so flouted even in her maddest fantasies, she shucked off the silk triangle of her panties and her hose, standing naked, her feet curling at the contact with the rubble of glass and crud on the cold concrete.
Chilly as the night air was on her body, she felt feverishly hot, as if each pair of eyes that inspected her lithe, supple body were a pair of arc lamps focused on her, matching the molten heat that flamed within her.
"Sweetheart, you can fuck with us any old time, hot shit!"
"Look at that little pussy, really ready for it!"
"Ready? Shit! She's a fuckin' nympho. Come on, rich bitch."
Abby shivered, not at the swill that was being mouthed at her, but at the thrill it gave her to realize the lewdness of this secret night. Kneeling down, she drew the gang leader's twitching, half-flaccid cock into her mouth, lasciviously ton gum g the excruciatingly sensitive spot directly beneath the velvety head. Then, convulsively squeezing the youth's lust-tightened balls. She engulfed him with one brain-shattering motion. Abby sucked, thrilled by the eyes of those who were so inflamed by the picture of the kneeling slender body burying her head in their leader's genital region. They had extracted their own tools, fondling and gripping them. And she suctioned, straining her head back against Andy's grip to avoid sucking the penis down her windpipe. He let her back off, giving her her head, as it were, as she obediently blended the sucking exertion, hollowing her cheeks beneath the high bones of her face, with more tentative caresses of her tongue tip, attempting to define and outline the image that mind still thrilled at forming-a prick in her mouth, eyes watching.
Slipping and sliding in the cool clasping suction of her mouth, it stirred. She felt it. Her mouth had to open wider. There was something growing between her lips, an expanding bulk shaping her mouth into an obscene oval, a pressure against the back of her throat as the crown of the engorging joint ballooned and inflated. She was driven back, the breath whistling through her nostrils, excited now that she had crossed over the abyss of unimaginable pleasure and was stimulating her man to just the condition she ached for.
Her tongue tested the amazing dimensions the cock was swelling to, flicking this way and that in examination of its elongation, the flaring tension of the dome, the hard cording of the veins, the rounded profile of the conduit that ran the length of its burgeoning underside, the granite stoniness of the entire shaft. And then, aware that this must be part of it, that Andy would welcome the tricks of her tongue just as she had swooned under the divine sensations of male mouths and tongues licking her breasts, Abby began abandoning her timidity, circling with her oral organ until she resolved on a saucy pattern of titillation; alternate stroking and revolving of her tongue around the taut, blunt dome of the rising shaft.
Up she came, stretching her body to accommodate the now incredibly long, thickened prick, and as Andy let go, her head began bobbing even faster.
She didn't hear the lewd exclamations and comments of admiration from the onlookers, or even Andy's perfunctory grunts of pleasure. Abby didn't notice several of the young men standing over her, their fists flying up and down over their twitching blood-filled cocks. She didn't dare to leave him, to break the rhythm of her pitiful enslavement either out of her mounting desire, or her fear. Abby gripped the backs of his thighs, then his buttocks, holding onto him as her head jerked up and down in a blur, her hair flying, a series of incoherent grunts dribbling from her lips as streaks of saliva trickled down the rigid organ. She was constantly sucking, pulling draughts from his body as though his pulsing penis were a, lifeline, her chest heaving, flanks running with glistening sweat, knees grinding.
A splash, hot and thick upon the back of her neck. And she thrilled! And then, too, on side. And from close by, right at her face, splashing against her cheek. From every side, the exploding rods of his companions erupted in carefully aimed jets of masculine seed, burning like tar against her naked body, covering her with ejaculated lust as Andy held her and held her, keeping her bent and beaten until her mouth had received the last drops the volcanic balls had to offer.
Oh, in the end it all worked out just as it was supposed to. Mike grew tired of silly young girls, his niece went back home to her father and mother, and Abby gave up the ego trip of being "the wildest lay on campus." One night, after Mike had accepted the position of vice president in an "old line" New York publishing house he looked at his beautiful wife and simply asked, "Enough, Abby?"
Abby agreed. She smiled and said, "Enough." Hand in hand, they headed for the bedroom. And does it sound too corny to say they actually DID live happily ever after?
Maybe so. But Oh! Did they ever, always have memories!