Chapter 20
Aunt Martha scolded them for coming in a little late. The food was starting to get cold. But after a few minutes she looked closer at Sally Jean and began clucking like a mother hen.
"Land sakes, child," she said, "you've got a sunburn that looks like a three alarm fire." She shook her head and sent Uncle Jack to get the sunburn salve and wouldn't take any back talk about Sally staying to help with the dishes. She was to go directly to her bedroom and lie down before she got to feeling any worse.
The fact that she protested to Aunt Martha that she "felt fine" didn't mean a thing. The order was that she go to her room and take it easy. And Sally Jean realized then that that's the way things were going to be. On that farm, it was Aunt Martha who had the last and final word-on everything.
Sally hadn't realized just how done in she was until she laid down. Then she fell instantly asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillows.
She was dreaming about big, virile cocks running in and out of her asshole and her mouth and her pussy and not being able to tell one from the other when a knock on her bedroom door brought her fully awake.
The door opened into the darkened bedroom letting a crack of light fill the room and then Sally Jean looked up to see Uncle Jack standing there.
He stepped inside and closed the door and locked it, then turned on the light.
"Did you use the salve?" he asked.
Sally jerked her head up and stared around the room until she saw the tube of lotion on the bedside table where she had left it unopened.
"I guess not," she said. "I guess I was too tired. And besides, it doesn't hurt all that much anyway."
"Well," he said, "Martha wants me to make sure you use it so I'm going to."
Picking up the tube of lotion, Uncle Jack gestured for Sally to sit up in bed.
"I'm naked, Uncle Jack," Sally protested, knowing that it was futile.
"Martha says you get the salve, you get the salve," he said. "Hold the blanket over your front and I'll just get the exposed areas in back. You can do your own front."
It was futile to fight, Sally Jean knew. Besides, she was tired.
Scooping the blanket and sheet up in front of her, she sat up in the bed and shivered as the cool evening air caressed her sunburned skin.
Suddenly there was another sensation. With surprisingly gentle fingers, Uncle Jack was rubbing the lotion into Sally's hot back muscles. His hands glided over her skin and she was glad he was doing it. The salve really worked. As it dissolved into her skin she felt the heat being sucked out. Of course, there was something about Uncle Jack that set her nerves all atingle. Even in the security of the rumpled sheet, Sally Jean's boobs throbbed and quivered as if in response to his massaging and caressing hand movements.
"My, you are burned, Sally Jean," Uncle Jack said and tut-tutted.
"It was hot out, Uncle Jack. I guess I'm not used to it after the winter...."
There was a pause. "Do you know," Uncle Jack said, "I can't find a strap mark to show where your bra fastened. I wonder where it went to?"
Sally couldn't think of anything to say to that. But she could feel the sudden warm blush start to crawl across her skin, over her sunburn, and she wondered if Uncle Jack could see it or feel it too. She hoped not. With all her heart she hoped not.
His fingers had stopped moving. But then they were working down Sally Jean's back and smoothing the lotion over her kidneys and almost touching her buttocks.
"Sally Jean," he said, and his voice was puzzled, "I can't find the line where your panties were either. You must have gotten sunburned right through the material. It sure must be some goldanged foolish new fabric to do that. "
His voice invited reply, but Sally Jean couldn't say a word. She pulled the sheets up over her head and threw herself down on the bed, hiding from him.
Instantly, Uncle Jack snatched at the blanket and sheet and pulled them away from Sally Jean. As the girl curled up to hide her pussy and her tits, Uncle Jack looked closely at her and hummed. "You know, Sally Jean, if I didn't know you were a good girl because you're my brother's daughter and that you were out with good boys today, my three sons, I'd be a mite suspicious about what you did out at the pond all day today."
"Mmmph," Sally mumbled through the blankets that she managed to drag up from the floor and pull over her face again. She wished it would satisfy her Uncle's demand for an explanation. She was just as sure that it wasn't going to.
"Now, stop that, Sally Jean," Uncle Jack said. He pulled the blanket away from his niece's face. "Aren't you being a little bit ridiculous." He dropped it on the floor again.
Looking up at her uncle from the bed, Sally Jean knew what she had to do. She smiled at her Uncle Jack and said, "Would you like to fuck?"
Afterwards, Sally Jean sat huddled up in the bed remembering how it had been with her uncle. It was different. She could say that, all right. Once he got on her he had pounded his cock into her like it was a spike. In and out, in and out, in and out. She was steel and he was flint and every time his penis lunged into her hot, grasping cunt Sally had squealed and twisted with delight. She loved it and told him so.
For an encore, Uncle Jack had done it again. And again. And again.
But something was missing. After that first time, it wasn't as good. And all Sally could think of was sucking Noreen's eager little cunt or having Wilbur's big prick up her behind. And she wondered again what kind of pervert she was-or if she was a Lesbian doomed to having relationships with hairy butch types. It was that that made Sally so morose as she sat on the bed and stared at a semen stain in the sheet.
Anyway, Uncle Jack had confirmed one thing she'd suspected-that Aunt Martha didn't take to fucking and sucking the way she might have. In fact, when Sally had gone down on her uncle to get rid of the evidence before it was dripped all over the sheets, he had gone wild and come again, spewing his hot load into her mouth until her mouth was overflowing and she couldn't swallow fast enough to get rid of it.
She thought it was nice of Uncle Jack that when he had left he patted her head like she was a small child or a favored pet. She didn't think she had to worry about him spilling the beans to Aunt Martha now. He could never explain what he had done himself.
It wasn't until much later that she heard a sound at her door, and Sally Jean suspected that Uncle Jack was coming back for seconds. But when the door opened she was surprised to see Billy and Frank wearing nothing but their underwear.
"We thought you might have trouble getting to sleep," Frank whispered lamely. "We came over to see if there was something we could do for you. You know."
Indeed, Sally did know. The boys' eyes were bright and it was obvious that they were having a hard time getting to sleep themselves.
"Okay," she said. "You get on the bottom, Frank, and Billy can have tops...."
"Huh, what do you mean, Sally?" Frank stared at her, confused.
Sally smiled, suddenly gay and excited at what she was thinking about doing. She patted the bed next to her and had Frank lay there on his back while she skinned down his pants and licked her lips and then licked his pink-tipped penis. She fastened her lips around his sex rod and sucked and helped it raise up until it was even stiffer and harder.
Then, very carefully, Sally Jean knelt over Frank facing away from him and guided his cock into her sloppy wet cunt. He didn't know his entrance was being lubricated by his father's cum. Nor did he care. He just enjoyed the sensation Sally was giving him.
Sighing, Sally leaned back until she was laying on Frank's chest with her legs spread open as wide as they'd go while the boy's prick drilled into her cunt from behind.
"I can't move," Frank said accusingly. "And neither can you...."
"Billy," Sally said softly to the younger boy who was watching, entranced by the lewd position Frank and Sally had assumed. "How would you like to get on top?"
The boy's eyes lighted and in a second he was between her legs, naked. Then, as he leaned forward and kissed her breasts, Sally guided Frank's brother's cock into the space left by the fat, juicy cock already occupying her cunt.
"Shove, Billy," she grunted. She had no idea if it would work. But she was going to try. She had to try ever since she thought of it.
Billy moaned and leaned forward and quivered and his penis jabbed heavily at the clamped shut slit that led into her vagina. She urged him on with her fingers. And then the thick, slippery cum his father had deposited in Sally Jean's hole oozed to the surface and his penis tip worked into the upper corner of her slit and she cried out with restrained pleasure.
Sally couldn't help sobbing, enjoying the motions of the boy's cock in her cunt. It felt like he was tearing her open. She could feel Frank's prick being squeezed into the tiny amount of room that was available. She sobbed at the effort. But it was worth it. Billy's prick slid into her cunt alongside of Frank's and she had a double-decker.
As soon as Billy caught his breath, his cock was working in and out of her cunt, rubbing obscenely against every inch of skin in her slot.
It was a fantastic feeling. Sally Jean had two fat, greasy pricks stirring her cunt into froth. She couldn't contain the feelings that she had. It was like being split in two and being filled at the same time.
When Sally Jean moved even the slightest bit pangs of sensation raced through her body and tingled at every sexual point imaginable. Her whole body had become a receptacle for those two penises inserted into her hole.
Billy scissored his hips up and down frantically on the top of the pile and the sensations caused by his moving body spread like ripples in a pond. First Sally trembled and quivered as her raw, fiery cunt lips absorbed the shock that was transmitted to her vagina in magnified waves of raw sensation.
Then Frank squirmed and moaned. Billy's cock rubbing against his was better than anything he had ever felt before. Besides, at each fresh disturbance, Sally twat quaked and convulsed and squeezed both their cocks and poured a fresh load of hot quim juice on them.
Harder and harder Billy flailed his body while Sally and Frank could only squirm in helpless appreciation of the waves of feeling he was generating for them.
Their blood pounded separately and together. It was like the roaring of waves in their ears- a soundless accompaniment to an orchestra of sensual experiences.
Sally Jean could tell the exact moment their penises started swelling, preparing for the final act, the ejaculation of male sperm into her hot orifice. It hurt in a good way. She was being torn open-her cunt split by the added pressure.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh," she screamed, relieving the impossible pressure inside her hot, pneumatic sex slit.
And then the two boys exploded, their cocks driving twin jets of semen up her vagina, washing her womb in it. Her insides steamed with the force of their dual explosion and for a long moment she couldn't talk or think. She was paralyzed and dizzy knowing that she had experienced the ultimate sensation.
When they were gone, Sally Jean went back to her philosophical musings. And she wondered just what she was. Just what she could be to be the way she was.