The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through the violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The fictional characters in THE FAMILY'S HOT URGE are desperate people, like their real-life counterparts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize at the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
THE FAMILY'S HOT URGE is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Patsy had been watching Monique. She'd been thrilled when the leggy, sophisticated girl had agreed to spend the night at her house. Monique was very popular at Brookton High. She didn't associate with just anybody. But Patsy had gotten to know her the past month and the two of them had found they had a lot in common. They were both seniors, though Monique was a year older than Patsy. Patsy had been promoted an extra grade during junior high so that made her just sixteen. She felt a little out of place among the older girls who would be graduating in a week. Then the friendship with Monique had blossomed.
"Your old man keep any booze around the place?" the sloe-eyed brunette said, waving her freshly painted fingernails. One dark eyebrow was cocked mischievously.
"Sure. In the liquor cabinet downstairs. I don't know if it's open or not. Anyhow Daddy's still watching the ballgame so we couldn't...."
"Maybe we could sneak down later."
"Yeah, okay." Patsy had never had anything stronger than a sip of beer but she wanted Monique to like her, wanted the sophisticated girl to think she was sophisticated too. They were both in their nighties and Patsy had been fascinated by Monique's frilly, overtly sexy outfit. A little red bow held the sheer material together over her large breasts and as Patsy watched, Monique undid the ribbon and cupped one white orb to examine the dark areola and even darker nipple. She rubbed a fingertip over it and Patsy bit her lip as she watched the nubbin expand. Her own nipples throbbed in sympathy. Monique was sitting on the edge of the bed. When she wiggled out of the bikini panties that were part of her ensemble, Patsy sucked in a big breath and held it.
"I'm bored," Monique announced. "Tell me a sexy story while I mess around with myself."
"A ... sexy story?" Patsy felt like a dud. She knew of course that Monique had gone all the way with a guy. Monique had told her not long after they'd come to be friends. Patsy was a virgin. A somewhat apprehensive virgin at that. But her waking thoughts were full of sex and sexual matters. She got up from her chair nervously and paced past the big mirror on her dresser. Her own small breasts hardly pushed out her gown at all. But she had a small waist and gracefully curved hips. Her legs were long too though not as long as the willowy Monique's limbs. Monique shed her nightie with a smile.
"Aw come on Patsy, I know you've made out good with somebody." Monique flicked off the overhead light and lay back in the bed. Only the glow from the small bedside lamp illuminated her ripe, firm curves. Patsy found herself getting excited as she looked at Monique's naked breasts, her flat belly, her slightly raised mound with its triangle of dark fur. Between the plump lips Patsy saw a glistening crevice barely open. Monique pushed one long finger down her tummy and hooked it slightly as she touched herself. There was a soft, wet sound and Patsy trembled. She knew Monique was pretty far out but she'd never in her life watched another girl play with herself. It made her own sex juices flow. Her nylon pantycrotch was becoming damp and when she walked, she could feel the slickened surfaces rub against themselves. Her clit throbbed with fresh, hot blood.
"You'd be bored by any of my stories," Patsy said, sitting down in her chair again. Her legs had started to tremble too much to stay standing. "You've had a lot more experience than I ever..."
"But I want to hear yours," Monique whispered, looking over at her. The dim light and the faint aroma of young, overheated cunt made Patsy tremble again. Her tiny pink nipples seemed to pulse against the silky material of her gown. She glanced down to see the sensitive nubs and noticed that she was breathing a little fast too.
"Well, one time I went out with George Bateson."
"Ah, the football player." Monique was grinning broadly, her eyes half-shut. Patsy didn't want to stare but she was fascinated with what the girl was doing with her finger.
Patsy had never touched herself intentionally. It wasn't that she was frightened by the idea. But once when she was fourteen Patsy had accidentally excited herself while playing on some monkey bars. The shimmering, tingling feeling between her thighs had embarrassed her. The boy she had been with noticed her flushed, breathless appearance and that had only embarrassed her all the more. Since that time Patsy had cleverly avoided any situation which might lead her to an experience she wasn't sure she could cope with. Yet she still couldn't keep from thinking about such things almost all the time.
"Well, I'm waiting," Monique said.
"What? Oh, you mean George? Oh, it wasn't much. He didn't touch me or anything."
"You wouldn't let him, right?"
"Right."
"So, what did happen?" Monique waited expectantly, her fingermoving slowly in the plump folds between her thighs.
"George wanted me to touch him. And ... and..."
"Yeah, go on."
"So I did." Patsy took a breath. She knew Monique wouldn't stop till she heard it all so she decided to get into the telling and really give her friend a detailed account. Maybe Monique wouldn't think she was so out-of-it then.
"We were at the drive-in. And he unzipped his pants. At first I didn't want to but he kept pulling my hand down and sticking it through his fly. Then I felt it...."
"Yeah..." Monique's voice sounded different now. Patsy didn't want to seem crude but she was staring at the way the girl was exciting herself. That long, red-nailed finger sliding up and down between Monique's swollen pubes. The slick sound of the juicy folds being opened and then clasping in behind her first knuckle. Patsy's cunt was on fire by now and her breathing uneven and fast. For the first time in years she felt the urge to touch herself like Monique was doing.
"...it was hot," she continued. "Real hot. It was hotter than I'd expected. And bigger too. It was really kind of nice now that I think back on it. And when I got my fingers all the way around the shaft, George just about went bananas. He was moving his hips around and kissing me a lot. I liked that. I always liked to be kissed. So I kept squeezing him and..."
"What did it feel like?" Monique asked. She sounded breathless and there was a note of urgency in her tone. "I mean the exact shape and everything, you know."
"Well it was big like I said. I guess about six or seven inches. More like seven. I had it all the way out of his pants by now and in the light from the movie screen I could see it good. George wasn't circumcised. His skin was pretty loose so when I moved it up and down it slid back from the big part."
"The big part," Monique gasped, "tell me about it."
"At first I didn't know what it was. I'd never seen a guy's cock before. But it was all bulged out at the tip. like a crown or a mushroom or something. It was weird to look at, especially when I stretched that loose skin as far back as I could. That made George shake all over. His swollen part seemed to throb hard when I moved the skin up and down. And since he liked it, I kept doing it."
"Oh Christ," Monique sighed, "oh Jesus Christ." Her legs were thrown wider now and she had bent her knees slightly. Patsy watched in hot fascination as the lanky girl drew her heels towards her buttocks. Her toes were fanned apart and curled slightly. Monique's lashes fluttered and her mouth was open in a slack, sexy way. She touched her pink tongue to her upper lip and arched her back. Her breasts looked soft and magnificent as she began to squirm there on Patsy's bed.
"...so I kept moving my hand up and down. Yeah, now I remember. When I moved it I started squeezing him. It was just accidental at first but he liked that too and so I squeezed really hard. And I was moving up and down faster and faster. I guess I was excited just watching him."
Patsy was remembering the incident with more detail than she'd ever remembered it before. She remembered how fascinated she'd become watching George grow hotter and hotter. And she remembered the way his cock had started throbbing. Throbbing hard!
"What happened then?" Monique moaned. She had drawn her heels up against her bottom now and Patsy could clearly see the dainty folds and hollows of her friend's cunt. It had swelled out like a plump peach and the juices were dripping down Monique's wrist as she worked three fingers around in the mushy heat.
"He came."
"Oh tell me better than that," Monique whined. "Tell me everything."
Patsy recalled how embarrassed and shocked she'd been when George's semen had spurted out. She hadn't expected, hadn't really know what to expect. But her fingers had felt the surging pulse of his erection as she'd jacked him. And she'd watched the swollen, dark look of his cocktip. It had gotten almost purple with blood and very large. Then as George squirmed around in the car seat and her fingers had continued to move up and down his prick, a droplet of whitish fluid had formed at the tiny slit. In the next few seconds, Patsy had watched the white strings leap from his penis and fall in hot spatters across her arms and even on her dress. She told all of this to Monique who was rubbing herself with more and more energy.
"Oh shit, I need something better than a finger. Don't you have an old doll or anything?"
Patsy had kept an old doll around for sentimental purposes but couldn't guess what Monique wanted it for. She took it from her dresser and held it out. It was the kind with rubber legs made to resemble real human flesh. The feet were so short that they could hardly be called feet at all. And Patsy watched Monique run her trembling fingers over the bulge of the doll's heel and then smile.
"Don't ever tell anybody about this," Monique said, looking into Patsy's eyes. Then the dark-haired beauty twisted the doll's leg out of its rubber socket and tossed the torso away. While shocked by this sudden act, Patsy was more fascinated by what her new friend intended to do with the doll's leg. She stared open-mouthed as Monique lay back down again and spread her thighs wide. Then the beautiful girl held the doll's leg in both hands and gingerly worked it back and forth in her dripping crevice. With a slick sound the foot began to sink out of sight. Patsy was panting now as she watched Monique's cunt being penetrated. It wasn't hard at all to imagine that the pink doll's leg was actually a man's cock. It was roughly the same size and shape. And the way Monique was moaning, it sounded like she was actually getting laid.
"Monique, don't hurt yourself," Patsy breathed, hardly believing that something the size of that rubber leg would actually fit up inside of a girl. Her own hymen was intact so she was seeing it for the first time. Monique writhed her hips around and made little crying sounds in her throat as she forced more of the rubber leg into her cunt hole.
"Uhhhnnn! Ohhhhh shit! Ohhhhh god damn!"
"Is it hurting you?"
"God no!"
"But it's so big."
"Hmmmmm, I wish it was bigger!" Monique was working her hips in a circular motion as she forced more of the doll's leg up inside her. There was a couple of inches of it left when she eased it back to force it deep again. Patsy watched as her friend continued to use an in-and-out rhythm to fuck herself. The juices smacked and dripped as Monique grew more and more excited.
"Uhhhhh, ohhhhh yeah! This is better than fingers any day!"
Patsy was very tempted to put her hand down under her gown. But she fought the impulse. It seemed improper to do something so intimate while in the company of another person. But that surely wasn't bothering Monique any. She was really getting crazy now, lurching around on the bed, bending and unbending her knees, pumping her ass up and down as the juice-covered rubber leg slipped deep into her body and was dragged out again.
"Whhhuuhhhh! Ohhhhh shit, I'm gonna come!"
Patsy's nylon crotch band was plastered up against her cunt so tightly that it was beginning to creep into the juicy slit. She stared at the fit Monique was having. The long-legged beauty had twisted onto her belly now and had her back arched sharply so that her trim ass jutted into the air. Pumping her hips as she forced the rubber doll's leg in and out of her pussy she started making the most erotic noises Patsy had ever heard.
"Yaaaaahhhhh! NNhhhhaaaahhh," she cried, wiggling like a swarm of bees had been set against her skin. Monique was holding the leg deep now as her pubes seemed to close around it tightly. With a shuddering cry she seemed to be moving a hundred directions at once until at last the peak had passed and her squirming became slower. The agonized expression on Monique's face changed to a satisfied smile. But she was still working the doll's leg around in her vagina. Patsy watched until her friend stopped moving altogether and sank down heavily into the mattress. Only her heavy breathing was left to remind Patsy what had just occurred. That and the pungent musk that Monique's hot cunt gave out.
"Are you okay?" Patsy was so excited by now that she could hardly focus.
Monique opened one eye. "I'm fine. Just fine." Slowly she eased the rubber leg out of her cunt. Patsy looked at the glistening thing on the sheet where Monique had tossed it. She imagined herself trying to use it in the same way. A trembling jolt of pleasure shot up through her belly. No, she could never do anything like that. Patsy hurried to the bathroom where she stripped off her panties and applied a wet, cold washrag to her pubes. The shock made her whimper but it seemed to cool her off some. Then she splashed her face and breasts, patted her skin dry and put her gown on again. Monique was asleep when she came back into the bedroom.
Careful not to disturb her friend, Patsy pulled back the sheet and slipped in beside her. But she couldn't sleep. She was thinking about that rubber doll's leg. She was thinking of how it looked spearing so deeply into Monique's tight cunt.
At last Patsy got up and took the leg to the bathroom where she washed it with soapy water, dried it and then pushed it back onto the doll's torso. When she got in bed again she felt a little better. But she knew she'd never feel the same about that doll. Every time she looked at it, she'd see that leg fucking her friend's pussy. And she'd hear Monique groaning and panting half out of her mind with lust!
CHAPTER TWO
Linda was awakened by the muffled tone of the control console beside her bed. The tone meant that her sixteen-year-old daughter Patsy had just entered her bathroom. Linda pushed herself up on her elbows and tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes. It was a little early for Patsy to be up. And it was Saturday too. But a psychologist could never rest when there was something to be learned about human behavior. And though she might be considered cold and scientific, Linda knew that her daughter offered too good an opportunity for intimate observation to ignore. That was why Linda had wired Patsy's bathroom for sound and had a one-way mirror built into the wall. She'd even photographed her daughter once or twice. Of course Patsy should never find out about any of this research. But it helped Linda immensely in her work. Especially since Patsy seemed typically shy about her body and about sex. It wasn't hard to relate her daughter's youthful behavior to the problem of more mature patients she had to deal with at the clinic.
"Okay Patsy darling," Linda said, swinging her legs out of bed. "Are you just going to tinkle or are you up to something else?"
For the past year Patsy had not been up to much of anything else at all. A couple of times Linda had observed her daughter playing with the shampoo hose but the games had never gone so far as orgasm. Patsy seemed to harbor some hidden reticence about exciting herself to that final, ecstatic peak. Still the girl was becoming more aware of her body all the time. Linda had taken some exquisite photos of Patsy examining her breasts, her vulva and even her clitoris. Still the touching always stopped short of what might be called masturbation. At sixteen Patsy was something of a prude. But Linda wasn't bothered in the least by her daughter's seemingly slow development.
Linda pulled the curtains to darken the room. Then she quietly opened the panel on the wall so she could directly observe the interior of her daughter's bathroom.
"Oh yes, Patsy had a friend stay over last night. Monique." But it wasn't Monique who sat on the closed toilet lid. It was Patsy. And Linda's heart did a little flip-flop when she saw that her daughter had stripped off her night gown and draped it over the door knob. She was naked, her long blonde hair falling over the fronts of her shoulders, her knees parted. And she was breathing rather rapidly. Linda felt a tingle in her crotch. She flipped the switch which would let her hear every sound Patsy might make. The first words that came through the small speaker made Linda tremble again.
"I shouldn't. I'll probably feel awful afterwards." Patsy opened her knees wider to expose the inner folds of her young cunt. Linda could see the delicate pink form of a perfect, virgin vulva. The tiny beaded clit almost hidden by its hood. And further down the darker membrane of Patsy's hymen.
As she watched, her daughter reached to take a small bottle of baby oil from the back of the sink. She put some on her forefinger and then very gently touched the glossy digit to the open slit of her mound.
"Ohhhh," Patsy sighed, half closing her eyes. Linda reached to grab her camera from the top of her dresser. She advanced the film, set the exposure and began to click off shots as fast as she could. Patsy was gingerly massaging the dainty folds of her vagina now, moving her fingers rhythmically. The big muscles in her thighs hardened and went soft again. Her back arched and she leaned out over the front edge of the toilet, mouth slack, eyes dazed. The slick sound of her fingering herself made Linda's own cunt grow wet. But she couldn't ignore the rising excitement she experienced. She focused on her daughter's oil-slick finger as it petted the swelling bud of her clit.
"Ohhhhh god that feels so good," Patsy sighed, licking her lips. Her small tits shivered as she reacted to the thrilling friction she was making between her thighs.
Linda was enthralled. It was her daughter's awkwardness as much as anything. Her shy exploration of her young body that made Linda's blood grow hot. Patsy's tits were so small, so innocent looking. And her hips had not yet filled out to the wider pelvic structure of a mature female. Only her tiny waist gave her a feminine shape. And being so young it didn't appear that she would have much trouble reaching a climax. Linda clicked off a few more shots before the shuddering jerks of her daughter's body told her that indeed that magic moment was approaching.
"This is fantastic," Linda said under her breath. "The first time I've ever made a photographic record of an actual orgasm."
Patsy was squirming around wildly now, just her trim little ass perched on the edge of the toilet. Her finger moved steadily up and down over the tumid head of her clit. Her head was thrown back to expose her thin, white neck.
But outside of the scientific part of her observation, Linda found herself very, very excited. She had tried to ignore it at first but now her body was reacting so strongly to the sight and sounds of Patsy masturbating that she was having trouble holding the camera.
"Damn," she cursed, trying to remain the scientist. But at last she put the camera down and pushed a hand down her belly. She touched her own mound through the silky material of her gown. She began to rub it slowly as Patsy bucked violently where she sat.
"Whhhaaaahhh," Patsy whined, her face twisted in the agony of pure pleasure. Linda massaged her own cunt more deeply as she stared with erotic fascination. Then with a cry of defeat she jerked her gown up and plunged a finger into her crevice. It took her only a second to find the hole. Using three fingers she fucked herself slowly as her daughter came unglued in the next room.
"Uhhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh! Yooowwwweeeee!"
Linda had never seen so much squirming in her life. Patsy's back arched and humped, her small tits jiggling softly as she felt the full brunt of climactic ecstasy. Patsy's belly sucked in sharply under her rib cage and she drooled from the throbbing bursts of pleasure. As she massaged herself to paradise she clamped her thighs together as if to capture the tingling thrill that devoured her vulva. Linda stared open-mouthed as she continued to use her own fingers to bring her own pussy to inflamed excitement.
It was over for Patsy very quickly. She got to her feet and leaned weakly on the wash basin. Linda could see she was disturbed by what she'd done. The girl splashed herself with cold water. It made Linda wince just to watch it. And now that her daughter's little game had ended she didn't have the heart to keep on stimulating herself. "But a steady, animal hunger gnawed at her inside. She'd never experienced such raw lust. Again she scolded herself for being so unscientific, so emotional.
The bathroom was empty now and Linda closed the door to the mirror and flicked off the speaker. She pulled her robe tightly around her and went down the hall to her husband's bedroom. She opened the door quietly and gazed at his sleeping form. As unsexy a man as one could ever hope to find. She'd married him for mutual interests. One of them being sex. But as the years had slipped by Harry had grown less interested in the delight they'd both enjoyed when young. Then came the separate bedrooms and separate lives. Only occasionally did Linda approach her husband with sex on her mind. And he never made advances to her.
She leaned close' to him and reached out to touch his shoulder. Something made her stop. She could almost predict how it would be. Harry would be sleepy and a little irritated at being awakened so early on a Saturday. Little by little she would work on him. It would take quite a bit of fellatio to get him in the mood but eventually her soft, hot mouth would make his cock rigid and swollen with blood. Then he'd just lie there on his back while she put his cock into her cunt and did all the work. Even then he'd usually come first, leaving her frustrated and empty. Linda decided not to awaken him. She quietly closed his door again and went back to her own room. It took her only a few minutes to slip into a skirt and blouse. She found a pair of summer sandals and touched some perfume to her ears. Then she ran a brush through her light brown hair and hurried out to the garage.
It was early and the streets were not busy. Linda had no idea what she was really up to. It was that craving that was pushing her, making her search the sidewalks with her eyes as she drove through town. She saw him on the motel-strewn highway leading out of the downtown area. Young, clean-shaven, t-shirted. He had a pack beside him on the sidewalk but didn't appear to be thumbing. She went by him and circled the block. The next time around she pulled up to the curb and leaned over to the open window.
"Need a lift?"
"Matter of fact I do." He shouldered his pack into the back seat and slid in beside her. Close up she liked him even better than before. "I thought you were a cop the first time you went by, white car and all."
"Cops don't drive Lincolns." She pulled back into the road.
"I couldn't tell it was a Lincoln." He sat politely close to the door, his hands on his knees. Linda kept asking herself if she was really doing this. Yes, she was. The hunger still inside her. She kept glancing at the young man's crotch. Through the faded denim she could almost see the shape of his cock. She drove for a few miles without saying anything much. At the dirt turnoff into the national forest Linda slowed and turned.
"Guess you can drop me here," the boy said. "Oughta be some more traffic by on the highway pretty soon."
Linda gave him an inviting look and kept driving into the woods. The young man picked up what was going on immediately. But he seemed more embarrassed than intrigued. Linda pulled into a secluded camping spot and shut off the ignition. She realized she knew nothing about seducing a man almost twenty years younger. So she just started unbuttoning her blouse.
"God lady," the boy mumbled, his eyes getting wider as first one breast and then the other bounced free on her chest.
"My name's Linda. What's yours?"
"Bob." He rubbed his knee nervously. "Just Bob."
"Bobby? Is it alright if I call you Bobby?" She'd untucked the blouse from her skirt now and peeled it back from her shoulders. The boy stared at her flat belly.
"You can call me anything you want," he managed to say. His cock had made the crotch of his jeans swell out like they were about to explode. Linda was fooling with the zipper of her skirt now. She inched it down off her hips and stuck a leg out towards Bobby. He grabbed the skirt and yanked it the rest of the way off. His eyes went directly to the soaked band of pale blue nylon that was plastered to her cunt. She knew he could smell her by now. Linda felt a little cracy. A married woman, a respected member of the community. And here she was giving herself to some stranger she'd picked up off the side of the road. But that hunger said yes.
"Aren't you going to take your things off?" she asked, licking her upper lip in a seductive way. The young man started yanking at his clothes, his eyes never leaving her near-naked body for an instant. When he was stripped to his skivvies she grabbed his wrist. "Let me take those off."
"Yes ma'am."
"It's Linda. Remember?"
"Linda. Yeah. Sure, you can take them off Linda."
Inch by teasing inch Linda pulled the elastic waist of his skivvies down. She saw the dark curls of his pubic hair and the white, blue-veined shaft.
Then it bobbed up stiffly and she drew in a breath of excitement. It was bigger than she'd expected, thicker too. She circled her fingers around it and squeezed. A tiny drop of fluid appeared at the tip. The boy was uncircumcised and well built. She thought of the many times she'd gone down on her own husband without really wanting to. But now she had a hankering to fill her mouth with this stranger's hot cock.
"Christ, I must be doing something right to be so damned lucky," Bob said.
"You seem like a pretty nice guy." Linda pumped his cockskin gently, watching the reaction in his eyes. He was breathing hard already. "You're not a quick comer, are you?"
"I guess that depends..."
Watching him watching her, Linda pursed her mouth and eased it down against the dark and angry looking glans. Holding him steady she rubbed her velvety lips against his stretched knob until it was coated with glistening saliva. His prick jerked in her fingers. The young man moaned under his breath and she saw the big muscles in his thighs get hard.
"You like that, don't you?" she teased, letting the tip of her tongue trace the flared edge of his glans. The boy tried to answer but could only grunt deep in his throat. Again Linda let her lips ease down on the feverish knob of cockflesh. She was enjoying herself thoroughly. And so was
Bobby.
"God ... Ohhhhh god," He groaned, working his hips up from the car seat. Linda found his balls and massaged them gently, loving the way they slipped around in their loose sac. Again, Bobby felt as good about what she was doing as she did. Probably even better.
"You're neat," she whispered, daring to let his cocktip actually enter her mouth. The boy held his breath his breath as his glans bumped the soft swell of her tonsils. She smoothed her tongue tan-talizingly against the underside of his shaft. Then she flicked it back and forth against the swollen lobes at the very bottom of his knob. The young .man lurched and grabbed her head with both hands.
"What am I doing?" she thought, realizing again the position she'd put herself in. But the deep needs she'd felt were beginning to be satisfied. She couldn't stop now. No matter what the cost eventually she couldn't possible stop now.
Linda let her tongue make a deep trough and rubbed it forward and back along the boy's throbbing cockshaft. She was sucking the tender underside of the lovely organ, the place where it was most sensitive. The young man was twisting and gasping and touching the sides of her head. She knew she had to stop and stop soon if she didn't want a mouthful of steaming cream.
"Don't you think you'd like to try something else for awhile?" she breathed, looking at him with spit-glossed lips. He gave her a heavy look, his lungs filling and emptying from the excitement she'd stirred in his body.
"Yeah Linda, if you want to, I sure do."
"Why don't you take them off?" she suggested, wiggling her self around in the seat so she was on her hands and knees. The sensation of her panties being peeled down over her smooth, white ass was lovely. And the young man named Bob did it with surprising restraint. He did know something about lovemaking it seemed.
"Christ, you're beautiful." He rubbed his palms over the plump rounded swells and a hot tremble went through Linda's belly and loins.
"Keep touching me like that," she begged, pushing her bottom back at him. The boy smoothed her some more, letting his fingers sneak between her thighs finally. She felt her feverish mound being gingerly pried open. A whimper escaped her throat and then a groan as Bobby pushed a finger into the dripping heat. Her folds parted for him and he found her cunt hole easily.
"Oh wow, you're really hot. Hotter than my girl ever gets."
"Uhhhh Bobbeeee!" she gasped, loving the young hands against her delicate, slippery vulva. She pumped her ass, rubbing the sensitive spots against his fingertips. He dug deeper, stretching the muscles of her hole open to get two fingers in ... then three.
The sound of him fingerfucking her made Linda remember how it'd been when she was a teenager She'd let boys finger her in cars, in downtown movies, even in a back booth of the drugstore snack shop. Once at a church retreat she'd even let a guy put his finger into her eager little cunt while a prayer session was going. And now with this young stud doing the same thing she was fired excitedly by old memories and present fact. Her big tits hung down from her chest, swinging slightly as she worked her hips against the in-and-out penetration. More of her juice spilled out. She felt it dripping down her thigh. She was smoldering with want!
"Uhhhh Bobby! Ohhhh darling, fuck me! Fuck me now!"
"Jesus..." the boy gasped, grabbing her hips and puling his skivvies down to his knees. His cock bumped stiffly against her mound as it swung up between her parted thighs. She worked her hips wildly again, rubbing her juicy outer lips against the top of the crown. Her slick butter wet it, gave heat to it. Bobby was going nuts trying to kiss her and get it in at the same time.
"You ever done it doggy style before?" she asked, breathless from the feel of him trying to mount her.
"No, but it sure is neat." He found her hole finally and she tilted her pelvis to make the penetration easier. Still the boy was having trouble.
"Let me..." She had his cock now, guiding it up, forcing the spongy tip into the muscled opening. When it had slipped inside, she squeezed down on it and heard Bobby gasp. She squeezed again, moving her ass in a slow circle, rubbing his tender head with her juicy insides.
"Christ," he grunted, "It's so soft! Inside you, s-s-so soft!"
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes. He felt big and stiff and hot. She gave a little squeal when he grabbed the fronts of her hips and lunged. The sudden stab of his cock as it went in halfway was wonderful. She plunged her bottom up and down as his chest rubbed across her back.
"Ohhh harder baby, harder!"
The boy kissed the nape of her neck and rammed again. His cock felt even bigger than it looked. Linda could feel the head spreading out inside her. like a firm but velvety barb raking at her dainty insides. And the slick sound of him pulling back and jabbing deep again made her drool. She had one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the car seat. Bobby was getting wild now, nipping at her shoulders as he grunted with pleasure.
"Feel good to put that stiff thing in me?" she asked.
"Yeah! Christ is it ever!"
"What would your girl think if she knew?"
"She'd kill me."
"Ohhhhh, darling! It's getting so deep!"
"Mmmmmuuuhhnnn," Bobby moaned, pressing his cheek between her shoulder blades as he rooted with the swollen head of his prick.
"Oh Bobby, let me turn around..." The sensation of having that throbbing rod dragged from her body made Linda sigh. Then she turned in the seat while Bobby knelt watching her. Her pussy was dripping and very hot. When she was on her back she lifted one leg up and there was a soft, sexy sound as the outer lips of her vulva parted to expose the blood-engorged folds deeper inside. Bobby stared at the hungry crevice as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.
"I'm awfully messy today," Linda whispered. "I guess you really excite me."
She put her hand out to caress the upward jut of his prick. It was slick with sex butter and when she touched his heavy-hanging balls the boy bit his lip and made a funny sound.
"I can't believe this is happening," he said.
"Well, it is. And now you can really get deep inside me! Ohhh do it Bobby, do it good to me now!" She parted her knees as wide as the cramped space would allow. Bobby leaned forward over her body as she fit the pulsing glans into her crevice.
"Do it slow honey," she whispered. "Tease me with it!"
Bobby kissed her mouth and she was caught up in the youthful eagerness of his caress, her tongue matching his, teasing his, fighting his. He kissed her breasts then, slowly and gently, making the brown nipples rise up out of the creamy flesh. Linda's areolas were small like a teenager's but her nipples were thick and dark. With this young lover sucking on them they'd turned into tiny fingers that were exquisitely sensitive.
"Whhhuuuuuhhhh," Linda groaned, wallowing them up against the young, hungry mouth. She cried out when he bit her but she pulled his head down harder with her hands, lurching and bucking from the acute pleasure she was experiencing. Her cunt snapped at the shape of his cock now, trying to suck it deeper. When Bobby could no longer resist the temptation he started to shove it all the way in.
"Nhhhhooo, tease me! Please make me beg for it!"
"God, I want you so bad I'm about to come all over the place!"
"Don't come. Ohhh, if you do I'll bite it off!"
They laughed at this but the level of their passion was too intense for it to be amusing. They were clutching at each other again, Bobby fighting to keep his head about him while Linda petted his back and buttocks and then found his heavy, sac-hung balls.
"Baby, baby ... it's so good!"
"Ohhh Linda...."
"Give it to me! Fuck me hard!" But when Bobby started to push his glans deep, Linda tugged his balls to hold him away. Just his throbbing head was inside the clasping, sucking opening of her pussy. She tightened her ring of muscles around the shaft just behind the swollen knob, loving the expression on Bobby's face as he experienced the agonizing pleasure.
The tickle of shivery ecstasy began to build around the tip of her clit. It spread its glow outward, heating up her entire mound with a ravishing, delightful burn. She pumped her curvy ass, rubbing the tender flesh of Bobby's cock with her glossy surfaces. The boy was shaking like a leaf.
"Now!" She cried, putting her mouth against his neck. "Fuck me!"
She was already coming when the young man rammed his prick to the hilt. The sudden contact of his body against her clitoris made her scream and kick a heel up against the headliner of the car. The material ripped but Linda couldn't have cared less. A hot, spearing cock was sliding in and out of her pussy! A muscled and handsome young man was fucking her for all he was worth. And she was coming! The waves of pure pleasure jolted through her like magic rays from outer space. She choked on her own screams, her firm body squirming and bucking under the frenzied male attack.
"Yesssss!" she murmured, nails digging into Bobby's back. He ground his mouth against hers and she felt the slack sloppiness of his kiss. All men kissed like that when they were spurting semen. She could feel the throbbing power of his prick as it jetted cream deep into her pussy. Her vulva was swollen completely open now so that all its tender surfaces were rubbed by the base of Bobby's cock, by his body, by his kinky pubic curls.
"Nhhhaaaaahhh!" she cried, grinding her teeth together. "Yhhhaaaaahhh!"
"Linda...! " Bobby's back humped up sharply as he got her deep and good. He got her with quick, womb stretching shoves that flattened the bulging head of his cock against the tight-knotted entrance to her uterus. Linda wrapped her thighs around his body, locked her heels.
"Uhh! Uhhhhnn! Ohhhh! Yuuhhnn!" She was working now, sweating, panting. Her cunt squeezed at the boy's prick convulsive, milking it, eating it! And then she was quivering all over. She was exhausted. She was done. She was ravished by the young male and yet a ravisher at the same time. They lay together, chest and breasts sticky with sweat. It was Bobby who finally spoke first.
"I've got to see you again."
"I don't think that would be advisable," Linda said, not wanting to talk about anything. She had her eyes closed, had the young man's head cradled in the hollow of her neck. She could feel the slow seep of juice and semen as it made its way into the crack of her ass. It felt lovely. She wanted to savor it all. She didn't get the opportunity to make such nice memories very often. But Bobby was adamant.
"I've just got to know where you live. I've got to..."
"Ssshhh," she insisted, making him relax again. Her breasts were comfortably flattened by his chest. Her hot thighs clasped him. Inside she could feel the slow wilting of his manhood. She tightened her cunt to keep him from sliding out any further.
"Please Linda, I think I'd flip out if I didn't get to see you again sometime."
"I'm married," she said at last, "with a daughter and a profession and everything that goes along with it."
"Do you love your husband?" Bobby asked. Linda didn't answer for a long time. Then she let out a breath.
"No. But that's beside the point."
Bobby eased himself up from her. A string of white cum dripped from his cock. Linda got out the driver's side and mopped her well-fucked cunt on her panties. Then she put on her skirt and blouse and sat on a rock to tie her sandals. Bobby was still lying on the front seat of the car. She was beginning to get irritated with him.
"I've got to get back to town," she said. "You'd better get your clothes on."
"Can't we do it again?" he asked, leaning on the edge of the door.
"I'd love to but I really must get back." She slid behind the wheel and started the car. Bobby pulled on his skivvies and jeans and was buttoning his shirt as she eased up the narrow road out of the picnic grounds. "I'll drop you on the highway like you wanted," she told him. He was sulking, having heavy thoughts. Linda felt bad but what could she do. "
"You were heading out of town anyway," she tried, glancing over. "How could you see me again if you're not sticking around?"
"I was just going upstate to visit my folks. I'll be back in a week."
Linda let the whole thing drop. She was getting a little bored with Bobby's hurt look. At the stop sign where the highway started again she turned and smiled at him. Bobby got out, wrestled his pack from the backseat and leaned in the window.
"So it's just wham bam, thank you ma'am?" he asked, his eyes still showing disappointment.
"No. It's wham bam, thank you sir," Linda said, winking at him. "Now go find your girl friend and do to her what you just did to me. She should appreciate you. You're a really fine lover."
"She doesn't. She's too uptight about really getting it on. Linda, I...."
But Linda gunned the car, leaving the boy standing at the roadside. In a few seconds she looked in her rear view mirror to find him out of sight. She let out a breath.
"That almost got too sticky to handle. But it was awful nice." The pleasant glow between her thighs reminded her that her pantyless mound was still feeling comfortably fucked. She wanted to savor that luxury for as long as possible.
CHAPTER THREE
The arrival of Patsy's uncle and aunt and their son was a surprise for everyone. They called the day before they arrived and Patsy had to help her mom arrange the guest room. It had been years since Patsy had seen Gene, her cousin. He was a couple of years older than she was and had dark curly hair. But it'd been so long that she couldn't even recall his features.
Uncle Travis was driving a pickup with a camper and as he pulled into the drive, Patsy saw Gene sitting next to the window on the other side. His handsomeness made her blush. She hadn't expected him to look like that! He still had his curly brown hair and was very tall and broad shouldered. His brown eyes sparkled and he had a sexy, full-lipped mouth that looked made to kiss. Patsy was surprised that she was thinking such things about any boy, much less her cousin. But since she'd had Monique over that night her thoughts of sex had turned specifically to males. She couldn't help imagine how her cousin made out with the girls he probably had in his own home town.
Her uncle's wife was half sloshed when they arrived. Travis didn't try to hide the fact that she was a boozehound. It didn't even seem to embarrass him. Louise went for the liquor cabinet right off and Patsy's mom and dad pretended to ignore her inebriated condition.
By evening the grownups decided to out to eat. Travis put his arm around Patsy and tried to get her to go too. Her uncle was very convincing and his hug seemed a little more than one given to a niece. But Patsy had studying to do. School was almost over and she had to cram for a few exams.
"You'd better go on," Patsy said, "everybody's waiting in the car for you."
Travis tightened his arm around her waist. "I'm gonna miss not being able to look at you sweetheart. I forgot that my little niece was going to grow up some day. And you sure have grown into a beauty."
"I'd love to go, but I'm going to graduate this year. I've got to finish up with good grades so I can go to college."
As Travis let his arm slip from around her waist his palm brushed one of her breasts. Surely it was an accident, Patsy thought. But when her nipple tingled from the electric contract, she wasn't completely positive. There was alcohol on her uncle's breath and that look in his eyes frightened her a little.
When Patsy went upstairs to study, she saw her cousin Gene getting a beer from the refrigerator. A baseball game had started on tv and she guessed he'd be watching that. But she hadn't been in her room more than half an hour when she heard a tap on the door.
"Hi," Gene said, leaning against the doorframe. It looked like he'd had two or three beers by now.
"Hi Gene, I'm studying right now."
"Can't you take a break?"
"I guess." She shrugged and let him come in. He sat on the bed watching her while she closed her notebook. She felt as if a spotlight had been turned on alid a thousand people staring. She knew she was blushing. "So, how's it been for you," she said.
"Very good. Especially since I got to see you again. When you were twelve I wouldn't've guessed that you'd turn out like..." Gene gestured with his free hand. Patsy blushed harder and she nervously tugged at her blonde hair.
"You're lots different too," she said, wishing she knew how to talk to boys. Everything seemed to come out wrong when she tried.
"Mind if I just rest on your bed here?" Gene asked. "This beer has got me a little sleepy."
Patsy tried to get back to her studying. Gene had put his beer down and had his eyes closed. She kept glancing over at him. The way he was built made her shaky inside. She wasn't sure why. His jeans fit him so tight. And his chest rose and fell, rose and fell, setting up some rhythm in her own mind that seemed to arouse her. It was that darned Monique that had started it all. Getting Patsy to tell the story about how she'd felt that boy's cock in the drive-in movie. And now Patsy could think of hardly anything else. Again she tried to concentrate on her history book. But the soft snoring told her that her cousin was asleep. She put down her pencil and watched him.
"Oh god," she breathed to herself, seeing the lump growing at the crotch of his jeans. Gene was getting a huge erection! He was probably dreaming. Patsy flushed with fever when she realized that he might be dreaming of her. But that was silly. Gene hadn't said or done anything to make her believe he thought of her as anyone special. Just a kid cousin he'd forgotten. After all he was close to twenty and she was only sixteen. But that throbbing thing inside his faded denims fascinated her. She was breathing hard, shaking all over. She got up from her desk and tip-toed across the rug. Luckily she was barefoot so the sneaking up wasn't hard at all. She stood there looking down at Gene. One button of his fly had come undone and she could see the white cotton of his skivvies inside. He rolled over onto his side then and two more buttons came undone.
Patsy was beside herself. She didn't know whether to leave the room, or wake him, or just try to get back to her studying. Actually she didn't want to do any of these things. She wanted to watch that fantastic thing keep growing. The cotton of his underwear was poking out the gap in his jeans now. Gene made a groaning sound in his sleep and pumped his hips a little. The little opening in his jockey shorts stretched open and for the first time Patsy saw the dusky color of cockflesh. Her cousin was about to break right out of his clothes! His cock was pushing the gap open further all the time.
Gene groaned and turned onto his back again. He was really dreaming, Patsy could tell. And this time his moving around made his prick stretch the gap in his cotton shorts so wide that she could see the swollen, streamlined shape of his glans.
"Oh wow!" she sighed, making fists. She felt a sweaty and a little weak in the knees. And between her legs a throbbing, tingling sensation was growing stronger by the second.
"Uhhhh," Gene moaned, "Patsy honey..."
Patsy just about wet her panties when she heard her own name on her cousin's lips. He was dreaming about her. And to imagine what he might be dreaming was enough to make her feel faint. She hurried back over to her desk and sat down.
She had to wake him up or do something! She couldn't just let this go on. The poor guy didn't know he was exposed but how could she tell him without embarrassing herself to tears?
Patsy went into the bathroom to think. She ran cold water and splashed her face. She made enough noise to wake someone, hoping that her cousin would find what had happened and correct it before she came back out. But after waiting a few more minutes and cracking the door slightly she saw that her efforts were in vain.
Gene's cock had extended its full length from the gap in his pants now. It looked huge and was dusky blue in color where the head flared out. She'd only seen one other one in her life and that had been in a drive-in where the light had been poor. But she could really get a look at this one. And it was magnificent! Embarrassed as she was, Patsy found her body responding eagerly to the stimulus of the exposed prick of her cousin. But he was awakening! She watched him blink and look at the pulsing organ that had sneaked out of his clothing. Then he swung his legs off the bed and headed for the bathroom!
"Oh god," she breathed to herself. "He thinks I've gone downstairs or something." Patsy backed into the bathroom and bit her bottom lip. She couldn't face Gene now. Not with his big cock jutting out of his pants. The only place to hide was the linen closet and she squeezed inside and pulled the door closed behind her. It was so cramped that she couldn't get it latched. A sliver of light came through the gap in the door so she saw her cousin come into the bathroom, glance around and then close and lock the door behind him.
He dropped his pants, skinned down his shorts. Patsy squeezed the doorknob hard, her eyes fixed on the fantastic appearance of his erect penis. Then Gene did something that made her feel faint again. He grabbed his cock and started jacking the skin up and down the shaft. He was leaning against the wall, leaning half over the sink. His hand moved rhythmically, almost brutally. She could hear the whump, whump of the jerks as his face got a dazed look on it. The head of his cock swelled huge now and flared out like a strange mushroom. Patsy had to remember to breathe.
"Ohhhh shit," Gene gasped, pumping his hips as he jacked himself. "Ohhhh Patsy, I'm fucking you, fucking you good."
Patsy almost gave a tiny cry of excitement as she watched this. To hear her name being spoken as Gene masturbated was enough for a lifetime of erotic dreams. But she couldn't make a move, couldn't make a sound. If she were discovered she just knew she'd die of shame. To be watching something so personal, so intimate...
"Honey, I've got your hot little ass in both hands now," Gene growled, his face very red by now. "I'm putting my big hot cock up inside your tight little pussy so far that you can't even swallow anymore."
Patsy's cunt was on fire! She had been trying to keep her fingers from straying but now the urge to touch herself was too strong to resist any longer. She unbuttoned her hip huggers and scooted her palm down her belly, sneaking under the elastic waistband of her panties. The first touch made her whimper softly and she reminded herself that she was not alone.
Through the crack in the door she could see how excited her cousin Gene was becoming. He was whipping his cock so hard that it was a wonder to her that he wasn't hurting himself. And it looked raw and red from the beating he was giving it. The head throbbed bigger every time he brought his fingers up against the flared ridge. Patsy found her crevice and eased a finger up along the slick, hot divide. Her clit seemed to leap out to meet the first touch. She slid her finger forward and back very slowly, letting the friction be gentle at first. Her nipples were extending now and the soles of her bare feet itched.
"Ohhh, god damn!" Gene bellowed, stretching up on his toes. Patsy watched the steady jerking motion of his hand. Her cousin trembled all over and began to work his hand much faster. He leaned further toward the sink. She knew it was about to happen. She thought of looking away, of hiding her face in the towels folded behind her on a shelf.
But she stared and kept on staring.
"Patsy! You sweet little bitch! I'm gonna fill you full of cum!" Patsy shuddered at the sound of these words. But her clit was tingling with a fever very much like the one she'd felt only yesterday. When she'd masturbated right there in the very same bathroom.
"Ohh," she gasped, "I'm gonna come too if he keeps on doing that!"
"...honey, Patsy, Ohhhhh christ!" A sudden spurt of white erupted from the tip of her cousin's prick. He wasn't beating it hard anymore. He'd slowed his jacking movements so that it seemed more as if he were milking his cock, milking the thick sap out into the wash basin.
The way it hung down in strings, the way it splatted onto the white porcelain made Patsy's overheated cunt spasm tightly. The itchy pleasure had reached maddening proportions. She was going to come. Her shoulder sagged against the door. She was trying to keep from falling or passing out. But it was sooo good to rub her clit like that. Her hips lurched as if she were actually fucking someone. Through the crack in the door she could still see Gene pumping his fingers as more white seed fountained powerfully from that dark blue glans.
"...Patsy," he groaned again, "Patsy, Patsy, Patsy!"
"Ohhhhh god," she groaned, unable to stop the hot spasms that made her body shake. Her finger pressed her clit down into its buttery hood as her hips bucked with the ravishing joy of climax. And as she squirmed, her shoulder bumped the door and sent it swinging open.
"Oh god in heaven!" she cried. Gene was staring at her in surprise. At first it seemed as if he didn't really believe that she was there. Then his face went beet red. He grabbed a towel and pressed it against his still-rigid cock and plunged out of the bathroom. She heard him thunder down the hall and waited a few more seconds before coming out of the bathroom into her own room. Then Patsy flung herself across her bed and cried.
* * *
Patsy stayed in her room for the rest of the evening. Even when her folks came back with Uncle Travis and Aunt Louise, she pretended to be asleep. She was starving to death but didn't dare risk running into her cousin Gene. Or anybody for that matter. She didn't know what to think about the whole episode. She wished that Monique was around to give advice.
It was past midnight when Patsy could stand her hunger pangs no longer. The house was quiet when she poked her head out of her door. Everybody had to be sleeping. She tiptoed down the steps in her nightgown and padded into the kitchen. The first sandwich helped and the second one did the trick. Then she poured herself a big glass of milk and took it into the living room to sit on the sofa.
The big clock on the mantel gonged one and she sipped the milk and thought of how strange a day it'd been. She still could hardly believe that she'd actually watched her cousin jack off. And remembering what he'd said while doing it made her flush again. She wished she wasn't so dumb about sex and boys and everything. She was lost in these thoughts when she heard footsteps on the stairs behind her. She turned to see her cousin Gene descending in his red pajamas. He spotted her then and froze. His eyes went to the empty milk glass in her right hand.
"I was hungry too," he said, smiling tentatively.
"You've been in your room all evening too?" she asked.
"I was too embarrassed to face anyone. Especially you." He looked down at his feet.
Because she understood and because she wanted to hide her own embarrassment, Patsy motioned for him to follow her.
"Come on out to the kitchen, I'll fix you a sandwich."
Neither of them spoke until after Gene had wolfed down his food and finished a glass of milk. Then they drifted back into the living room. Patsy sat at one end of the sofa her cousin at the other.
"Look," he began, "I want to apologize. I was a little boozed up this afternoon and I haven't been getting much action ... " He stopped and put his hand over his mouth. "Whoops, there I go again." He sighed and started once more. "What I mean to say is I guess I was hornier than I thought. And while I was half passed out on your bed I had this dream..."
"You don't have to explain," Patsy said. She wanted to leave now, get back to the safety of her room. But some other force made her stay. She was watching her cousin closely, enjoying his discomfort. She wasn't quite so self-conscious about her own shortcomings now that he was willing to admit his mistake.
"But I feel lousy about those things I said in your bathroom. I guess you saw ... " Gene swallowed hard. "...everything?" Patsy dropped her lashes and nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"Hell, you are pretty and when a guy does what I was doing he needs a pretty girl to think about." Patsy found herself excited by this admission. She started to get up and go to her room. Gene scooted closer and took her wrist. "Hey, don't run off yet."
"I'd better."
"No ... " His fingers tightened on her wrist. The touch excited her in a strange way. To be held like that. Her cousin's eyes flashed. His face was very close.
"Patsy. You're pretty. Awful pretty."
"Gene, let me go ... Gene!" His mouth brushed hers before she could turn away. Then he was kissing her ear. The wet, soft movement of his lips against her face made her cunt tighten deep inside. She was breathing fast, squirming in his embrace to free herself. And her breasts felt so odd. like the small pink nipples were suddenly sensitized to even the slightest brush, the slightest friction.
It was so hot in the room. And her cousin was so close. Then she saw it. The same dark head, the same veined shaft. Gene's cock was poking out of his pajamas front as he turned his body against hers. She gave a squeal of fright but he had both her wrists now and was pushing her down on her back on the sofa cushions.
"Ohhhh nhhhooo!" she whimpered, trying to kick at him. The slick nylon of her gown and his pajamas let her cousin force his thighs between hers. Then he was trying to work the hem of her gown up by using his knees. She tossed her head and strained against his hold.
"Patsy honey, don't fight me!"
"Ohhh, this is awful! Don't ... Uhhh ... Gene!"
"Honey, honey I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Stop kissing me! Your mouth is wet!"
"You like it now, you know you do."
And thought a part of her mind hated it worse than the plague, her cousin was partly right. Another part, a mysterious, hidden part wanted his mouth against the hollow of her neck. She sighed, closed her eyes. His body felt so heavy, so strong, so hard. And the shape of his prick against her belly was unbelievably erotic. She'd never felt anything like that before.
"Whhhhhuuuhh," she gasped, twisting around' under him. Gene was using his knees again, getting her gown up. She had on panties underneath thank God! But now she felt the soft hang of his balls against her thigh. He had the gown up so that her panty crotch was exposed. Then he was rubbing it, rubbing it with his cock.
"You've got to stop!" she cried, her eyes flashing angrily.
"What'll you do if I don't?"
"I ... I...."
Gene kissed her mouth hard, smothering her protests. His tongue was hot and soft as he probed to get past her clenched teeth. Patsy was trying hard to keep her head about her. But while he tried to kiss her, his hips were working, making his hot, hard cock slide up and down the nylon of her panties. She could almost imagine it fitting that far inside her, way up into her belly. She shivered all over.
"Oh no! Gene you can't, you mustn't do ... Uhnnnnnn!" She shivered again as she watched her cousin force her gown open in front. He was using his chin because he still had her wrists planned above her head. Then he fit his mouth around one small swell and his tongue caressed the feverish nipple. Patsy sucked in a breath and writhed as the lusty sensations burned down her flesh. She hadn't been ready for something so intense. The teasing wet rub of his licking made her breathless and dizzy. And unconsciously she'd begun to pump her ass on the sofa cushion. She didn't want to be moving like that. But it seemed to help, seemed to rub all the tiny itches that spread across her body like wildfire.
"Uhhh, we've got to stop! Ohhhh Gene, you're making me feel so strange."
"You've got the finest little body," he gasped, kissing her breast again.
"I ... have?" It was the first time she'd ever had a compliment from a boy. Patsy was slipping down through a comfortable, soft trap. She had to fight back, had to make her cousin stop doing these naughty things to her body.
"Whhhhuuuuhhh, Gene! Ohhhh, I'm all dizzy and weird inside!"
"You're wet too," he smiled, his tongue playing with the pink nub of nippleflesh that seemed to push back against the erotic caresses he was applying.
"Noo! I'm not wet!" Patsy knew what that meant. Her friends talked of it sometimes. How they got all squishy between the legs when a boy started fooling around. Patsy rocked her hips and felt her inner surfaces rub. Yes, she was mushy.
Mushy and swollen and tender down there. But what was Gene doing now?
He was holding both her wrists with one hand while he stripped the belt from his pajamas. He wound it around her wrists and tied it before she knew what was going on. Then he pulled the other end down over the end of the sofa, tying it to the leg. She was fighting him all the way by now but he was so damned strong!
"Ohhh, Ohhhhh god!"
"Shhhh, I'm not hurting you. You don't think I'd hurt you do you?"
"Uhhhh, Gene! What's going on? What are you going to..."
He leaned back on his haunches, looking down at her with obvious excitement. Patsy could imagine how she looked. Her gown was tangled up around her waist, exposing her purple bikini panties, her flat, white tummy, her trim thighs. And Gene had spread the front of the gown too, exposing her adolescent breasts. Her chest heaved as she watched him staring at her. She was filled with fear and a trembling excitement at the same time. But when Gene hooked his fingers in the lace of her panties and began to stretch the elastic down across her abdomen she almost flipped out.
"I swear to god I'll scream if you try to take them off!" she warned, her eyes burning into his.
"Okay, I'll leave them on. It doesn't matter really." Gene slid down a little, his mouth kissing her belly now. She felt his tongue explore her shallow, warm navel and the wet rubbing took its toll. She couldn't resist the lovely sensations for very long when Gene really concentrated on exciting her. There was some hungry need inside her that seemed to grow hungrier with her rising fever.
"Ohhh, what are you doing now?" She wriggled her hips but he was already kissing the narrower band of silk that curved under her body. He was kissing dangerously close to her cunt! Then his lips pushed the nylon up against her damp mound. His tongue probed, jabbed. She could feel it right through the thin material.
"Nhhhooo! Ohhhh stop, please stop!"
Gene slipped his fingers under her bottom. The gentle cupping of her ass cheeks made Patsy shiver furiously. She couldn't believe how erotic it felt to have a man's hands on her body. And Gene's mouth was making her panty crotch even wetter than it'd been before. The thin nylon was being forced up between her plump outer lips. She could feel her clit being licked through the skimpy band.
"Whhhhuuuhhh!" Her cousin was trying to eat her pussy! It was something so taboo, so embarrassing to think about that Patsy had often wondered if it really ever happened. Did men actually put their mouths against a woman's messy, drippy hole? She squirmed her hips but every movement only rubbed her nylon-covered mound against her cousin's mouth all the harder.
Gene eased a finger up close to where he was kissing and Patsy felt him stretching the lace-edged nylon to one side. She bucked furiously, trying to get her feet up to kick him. Her wrists burned where she was jerking at the pajama cord that bound her to the leg of the sofa. And the tension of being helpless like that seemed only to increase the tantalizing excitement.
"Christ ... you smell like heaven."
"Ohhh don't do this! Gene! Listen to me!"
"Baby, I didn't think I'd ever be able to eat you like this!" He stretched her panty crotch further and Patsy felt the nylon come unglued from her dripping pink membranes. Her pussy was swollen and stretched open. She knew that all those secret folds and lumps were exposed now. She knew that her very own cousin was looking into her glistening crevice. But her embarrassment was overshadowed by the bewitching heat of the moment. She pumped her boyish ass slowly, feeling more hot juice flood out. Gene made a low sound in his throat and wallowed his mouth against the slippery wound he'd uncovered.
"Whhhhaaaaah," she breathed, all the fight gone out of her as his tongue raked along the tender places. His chin pushed hard against her hymen. His lips petted her clit. There was a wet sexy sound as he kissed and nuzzled her. Patsy's back arched sharply and she threw her head back. The upper part of her body formed a bridge and her small feet were pointed, only the toes touching the far arm of the sofa. Between her bent knees, Gene's strong shoulders flexed. He licked the inner flesh of her thighs and then petted her sparse blonde pubic curls apart with his tongue so he could dive into her crack again.
"Ghhhaaaaa!" she whined, lost now, unable to stop him. Even if she'd wanted to. She knew he was working her panties off but let him. The elastic sliding down over her pert ass made her tremble with desire. He left them dangling around one ankle and pushed her knees wide. She watched him dreamily as he lowered his head once again. Then that hot, wet contact, the subtle caress of his tongue against her clit!
"Gene! Ohhhh, Gene!"
"Oh god Patsy," he murmured back, burrowing deeper. She could feel his ears rubbing her thighs. And his chin kept pushing against her cherry. But his tongue was doing the wildest things. It lapped and circled and dove at that tender nub that had extended from her hood. She began to pump back energetically against his kisses and licks. She found that by plunging her mound up and down she could increase the friction. When she wanted to decrease it she arched her back and tucked her bottom back away from him.
But Gene knew how to get her back again. He let his fingers stray into her ass crack. The tickle of his touch against her rectum was too strange and unfamiliar to submit to. She'd have to tilt her pelvis up and that would once again expose her steamy cunt mound to him.
"Huuhhnn, huhhnnnn, huhhhnnn!" she grunted, feeling the rhythm her cousin was creating. It occurred to her that if someone came downstairs she would die of embarrassment. But with the lovely tingles shooting through her body, that didn't seem so important. If it happened, it happened. Meanwhile her cousin Gene was flying her through paradise. She couldn't make him land, not yet, not until....
"Nhhhheheeeee," she whinnied, squirming her body around like a snake as the sensations that made her clit throb become even more intense. She felt the familiar tickle of approaching orgasm. She remembered how her fingers had done it a few mornings ago. She remembered that once she started it was impossible to stop. But Gene stopped and looked up at her, his mouth glistening with cum juice.
"Ohhh, do it, kiss me some more! Gene, Gene ... ! "
Gene let his loose pajamas fall from his hips. They puddled around his knees as he knelt there between her spread legs. Patsy was staring at his cock. It looked enormous, his balls hanging very low in their sac. She could see the egg shape of each of them and the way they nestled together.
Her eyes returned to the head of her cousin's prick. It throbbed, dark with blood. Something like that would never fit inside her. And she knew that Gene was going to try anyway. But despite the fear, the guilt, the wrongness she felt, her cunt needed more touching. Gene had stopped when she'd been about ready to come!
"Want me to rub it with this?" he asked, grasping his cockshaft.
"Just touch me! Ohhhh, I'm gonna die if you don't!"
Gene lowered his body and immediately she felt that smooth, rounded shape force her inner cunt lips apart. He dug up and down her crevice with the firm glans tip, passing over her clit with agonizing slowness. She lurched around, trying to rub herself into orgasm. She knew that her soft folds were caressing her cousin's cock, swathing it with her slickness. What was happening to her? She felt so strange. As if she were floating away to another world.
"It'd be so nice," Gene whispered against her ear. The rub of her bare tits against his chest felt fantastic. The brush of his lips as he breathed passionately against her cheek made her weak with desire.
"NO! Ohhh Gene, you can't do it! Don't fuck me!"
Gene reached up to the end table and flicked off the lamp. The darkness seemed to make everything sexier and more forbidden at the same time. Patsy whined with confusion and helplessness, tugging to get her wrists free again. She could feel her cousin guiding his cocktip down to that vulnerable spot.
"You can't do this! Not right here on the sofa! Ohhhh god Gene have you lost your mind? Uhhnnnnnn!" Gene had pushed his cock forward against the stretched membrane. She felt something stinging down there. But the pressure felt good at the same time. Her hips worked though she swore she had to keep them still.
"You're pretty grown up," her cousin whispered, "I know you can take what I've got."
"Whhhhaaah," she whimpered, lost in the confusion of wanting and resisting.
"Just let me slide it in. You'll dig it Patsy, you really will."
"Ohhh god! Ohhhh shit!" She bit at his chin from the passion that raged inside her.
"Let me go in, please!"
"Ohhhh it hurts!"
"Relax. Make your muscles relax!"
"Uhhhhh Gene I'm afraid! Ohhhh christ in heaven it feels so gooood."
"Kiss me Patsy! Jesus god!"
"Whhuuuhh, Ohhh it hurts!"
"Sweet Patsy ... Uhhhhh!"
"Ghhhaaaaa!"
Patsy felt the jab of pain. Something was splitting, tearing, being destroyed. A hot trickle of blood coursed down the crack of her ass. Gene lunged suddenly and she felt the tight ring of muscles around her cunt hole open out around his smooth cockhead. The crown went in far enough so that the barbed part caught inside her. She felt another aching sting and then a rush of excitement as her pussy closed down around the invading prick. She could actually feel it inside her! Her cunt was actually feeling the bulging shape of her cousin's cock. She could feel the glans, feel it throbbing, stretching her.
"Ohhhh Patsy you feel so soft and smooth inside. And you're tight, christ almighty, you're tight."
"Uhhhhh Gene it's wrong. I feel awful for letting you..."
They froze there in the darkness. Yes, Patsy heard the footsteps too. They were too heavy to be her mother. Maybe it was Gene's father. She prayed that they hadn't been discovered.
"It's your dad," Gene said at last. "He just went into the kitchen. He's opening the refrigerator."
Patsy had been trying to keep still but found it too tempting to keep her hips working. She bit blood from her lip but still couldn't stop from pumping her trim ass on the sofa cushion. The pain was only a tiny sting now. But the pleasure was like an exploding flower of new and wonderful sensations. She breathed hard against her cousin's neck as she felt him untying her wrists.
"Damn it Patsy, keep still. If they find out..."
"I just can't honey! Ohhh, Gene you don't know what it feels like!" She pumped her mound up and down, feeling his stiff shaft slide another inch into her bleeding wound.
"Baby, you're getting me going again. Ohhh jesus, this is unbelievable. Fucking on your old man's sofa while he's in robbing the fridge."
"Hold me," Patsy gasped, digging her fingers into Gene's back. It felt good to be able to hug him now. She worked her hips faster, feeling his hot belly against hers, feeling his chest mashing her small tits down. The juice continued to spill from between her cunt lips. She felt all stretched out around that tumid, slickened cock. She pushed her hands down between their bodies to feel the spot where she'd been penetrated.
"Sshhhhh, he might be coming back through here any second."
"Gene darling ... Ohhhh ... Uhhnnnnn!" Though her cousin was holding himself still, Patsy couldn't find the willpower to match him. So she kept her hips working, fucking herself on the throbbing stiff rod that grew from his body. She scooted forward, skewering herself, then wiggled away, enjoying the sensation that her dainty insides were being pulled out with that blood-swollen barb. Gene caught her face between his hands.
"Christ, can't you keep still? You don't want to be caught, do you?"
"I can't keep still!" she whispered helplessly.
"God damn, he's coming back through. Try and be still. The sofa's turned away from him but if he came over and flicked on the light we'd be sunk."
"Hold me Gene! Ohhh darling, hold me!" She tried with all her might to keep her body from moving. But that hot, stiff shape that had rammed up into her pussy was too fantastic a thing to keep from rubbing against. Gene was only halfway into her cunt and she wanted more. Even as she heard the heart-stopping sound of her father's footsteps crossing the room to the stairs, she continued to rock her hips ever so gently, squirming down further on her cousin's cock. She was about to come! The tingles of itchy pleasure seemed to race over her skin. Her mound was a pulsing mess of blood and juice and the muscles inside were spasming, tightening down on Gene's prick.
"Honey," she gasped excitedly, "Kiss me again!"
"Wait till he gets to his room for christ sake."
"Ohh fuck him! Kiss me now!"
Gene kissed her to shut her up and she hugged him hard, her trim bottom plunging wildly now as the exquisite fever stormed up her body. She could feel the pleasure mount quickly, steadily. Each beat of her heart brought her a little closer to that moment she longed for. And then her back went rigid, arched sharply.
"Don't scream for jesus sake!"
"I ... I ... yyaaaahhhhhh!" she groaned, Gene's lips trapping her mouth again in an effort to keep her quiet.
"Honey baby," Gene gasped, his own cock swelling suddenly inside her. She could feel his surges matching hers. He began to pump his hips around, jabbing himself deeper. She came gloriously and then felt a second ecstasy rushing down upon her. They were fighting now, biting, hurting each other as they bucked like animals on the narrow sofa.
Patsy lost all her inhibitions. Her fingers smoothed down over Gene's ass and dug deep into the muscles flesh. Her mouth was open, tongue begging him to kiss her deeper. And her young ass pranced and squirmed on the sofa, getting all that she could from the hard ramming sensations of the fuck.
"Uhhh good! Ohhhhhh, Gene it's soooo good."
"Baby, baby, you're gonna make me come if you don't stop squeezing your cunt like that."
"I'm not squeezing it ... I don't think I am."
"Uhhhh! Ohhhhh fuck!"
The shock of Gene pulling his cock out of her pussy made Patsy give a muffled cry. It had felt so fantastic, so right. And now she felt empty and torn down there. She gasped again as her cousin pushed the bloody, slickened thing up against her belly and started pumping it there against her white, soft flesh.
"What's happened? What's wrong?"
"Just kiss me damn it!"
He hugged her hard, fucking like a maniac even though his cock wasn't inside her anymore. Then Patsy felt his body stiffen and he held his breath and a spatter of something hot spread across her tummy. Her navel filled with the potent cream, overflowed. Her breasts were flecked with it too as Gene lifted himself up on his hands to make the friction lighter.
"Ohhhhh, wow!" Patsy sighed, realizing that Gene had pulled out of her body just in time. She felt dumb now. He'd had the good sense not to knock her up and she hadn't even realized what was going on.
"Patsy, uhhhhhhhh!" Another flood of hot cum pumped out onto her heaving belly. It was making slick, sucking noises between their bodies as they squirmed around in the final few moments of ecstasy. Then they lay there together in the dark panting hard. Now that it was over reality was seeping back into Patsy's consciousness. She realized with horror that she had been really fucked. She was no longer a virgin. And she'd escaped being impregnated by mere seconds. What had caused her to act in such a foolhardy manner? She'd lost her willpower completely. And what would her cousin think of her now? Her own cousin had spread her legs and humped her like a bitch in heat. She'd committed incest, a word so loaded with taboos that she could hardly stand to think of it.
"Ohhh, get up Gene. For god's sake get up."
"Patsy, is something wrong."
"Well if you don't know what it is....."
"Hey, no need to get all freaked out."
"Oh, you screw your cousin every day of the week, is that it? It's nothing to you."
"I didn't say it was nothing."
"Let me up!"
Gene rolled off of her and she sat up. White cum cream spilled down her sides. Some of it was already making dark spots on the sofa cushion.
"Oh god, if my mama or dad finds out...." Patsy started scrubbing at the slick sap with the edge of her gown. Gene watched her with concealed amusement.
"It'll dry quick. Nobody'll even know. It just gets a little stiff that's all."
"Well, help me mop it up, can't you?" Then she saw the blood stain between her thighs. That would never come out. And someone would be sure to discover it. Gene soothed her.
"Let's just turn over the cushion. They're the same on both sides."
"But my mom'll turn it over someday when she's cleaning and..."
"You should be thankful your old man didn't catch us. I'll bet he'd really be pissed if he caught me..."
"Oh, I wish I hadn't let you. I don't know what I was thinking."
"It felt good, didn't it?" Gene whispered, petting her back. Patsy trembled. She wanted to be hugged by her cousin and didn't at the same time. She wanted to be talked to in a romantic way by the boy who'd just broken her cherry. But the fact that he was her cousin made things sour somehow. She was terribly confused. And the empty feeling of having that hot, hard cock taken away so suddenly had made her a little nauseous. She rubbed her belly and closed her eyes. Gene kissed her hair.
"I've got to go upstairs," she said, getting up. A trickle of blood started down her thigh. She hurried to the stairs and took them two at a time. Gene started after her but stopped. Patsy was about to cry but she made it to her room and closed the door before the sobs racked her body. "I wish I wasn't so dumb," she whimpered, falling across her bed. But at least the bleeding had stopped. She cried until she felt drowsy. At last she was slipping off into a healing sleep and her body relaxed.
CHAPTER FOUR
The week following her little escapade with the hitch hiker, Linda applied herself to her work with more fervor than usual. For obvious reasons she didn't want to dwell on what she'd done. At times it seemed as if she had a twin sister and the sister had been the one who'd actually picked up the strange young man and driven him to a lonely spot for illicit purposes. Yes, her twin sister was a naughty, wicked woman who couldn't control her powerful appetite. But Linda knew too that the twin was really part of herself.
She'd been so faithful to her husband, such a good wife over the years. It was hard to understand exactly what had snapped inside her to make her risk it all for the few moments of bliss she'd experienced in the front seat of her Lincoln. But hadn't it been worth it? Linda decided that yes, it had. And before the week was out her mind began to wander again. She was thinking of that strange young man and other young men. It was a Friday when she finally decided to take the rest of the day off.
On the way home she stopped at a bar for a little pick-me-up. She eyed a couple of possibilities at nearby tables but no one in the place really turned her on so she finished her screwdriver and left. She didn't want just anybody. She had a certain amount of taste when it came to males and knew that a quickie with the first creep who came along would be ugly in the end.
But as she turned down the street to her house her mind wandered to her young nephew Gene. Her brother's family was still staying with them, taking side trips in the mountains from time to time. Travis didn't seem to mind that his wife was wiped out half the time. Linda wondered what had driven Louise to the bottle. She wasn't a bad looking woman, though somewhat heavier than Linda. And she wasn't a mean drunk either. She just got into the bottle and stayed there. When Linda walked in the door she saw her dozing on the sofa with a glass near at hand. The television was turned to some daytime serial.
Linda glanced around, wondering where her young nephew was. She was ashamed for thinking of him in a sexual way. He was just twenty, young enough to be her son when it came right down to it. But he had such a fantastic body! So young, so slender. She couldn't help wondering what he looked like without his clothes.
"Wonder where everybody is?" she mused aloud, putting her briefcase down and going to the kitchen. She made herself another drink and stirring the ice cube around with her finger headed upstairs. The door to her husband's bedroom was closed. Though she very seldom went in there, it was odd to see it shut at this time of the day. She started try the knob but shrugged and went on down the hall to her own room. No sooner had she shut the door behind her than she heard the muffled tone that indicated someone had just entered her daughter's bathroom.
"Patsy home at this hour?" she said to herself. "She's supposed to be at school." Linda tossed her jacket on the bed and flicked off the lights. Then she opened the panel to expose the one way mirror. She gasped from shock and quickly thumbed the button to activate the hidden microphone. It was Patsy alright, but someone was in there with her! It was Gene!
"Aw let's do it, honey," Linda heard her nephew say. "Your mom won't be home for hours and my mom's passed out downstairs."
"But...."
"God you look pretty today. I bet the guys at school give you a hard time."
"Not really," Patsy said, blushing. Linda was staring through the glass like she was seeing her daughter for the first time. She was still in shock, still uncertain as to how to take all this. Was Gene putting the make on Patsy? It certainly sounded like it. Linda suddenly felt very protective of her daughter's virginity. Gene had slipped an arm around Patsy's waist now. The short navy blue dress she had on showed off her slim hips and firm, pertly shaped bottom. Gene leaned close and kissed Patsy's face.
"Ohhh Gene, you make me feel so good." Patsy turned, pressed her young body against her cousin. Then they kissed, really kissed. Linda's panties felt suddenly damp. She rocked her hips, feeling the thin nylon slip up between the lips of her vulva. She hadn't thought of Patsy as having any serious sexual needs. Her daughter seemed so young. But as Gene's fingers eased down over the outward sweep of the girl's ass cheeks, Linda had to admit that her little baby was growing up.
"Baby, you know how nice it was," Gene whispered. The hidden microphone picked up the sexy nuance in his voice. Linda stiffened, her heart fluttering with excitement. Had her daughter already stepped over the line? She swallowed and leaned close to the glass. Gene was kissing Patsy's neck. She turned in his arms so that her bottom was pushed back against his hips. Now the two of them were turned towards the mirror and to Linda's embarrassment her daughter was watching herself get felt up. Gene was behind her, one hand stroking the young girl's tits, while the other petted her belly. Then he was reaching down to get under her blue skirt.
"Nhhhoooo," Patsy moaned. Linda could see that her daughter wasn't really fighting her cousin off though. The boy's fingers disappeared under the hem and Linda watched with mixed emotions as he reached up ... up. Then Patsy's face changed, her eyes half shutting, her mouth going slack.
"Honey, Ohhhh, Gene honeeeee!" she sighed, still watching her reflection. To Linda it was as if her daughter were looking directly into her eyes. She had to remind herself that the couple couldn't see her. They had no idea they were being observed.
"You're really wet. You want to do it, don't you?"
"I ... I...."
"Don't you?" Gene insisted, his hidden fingers moving. There was a wet sound that even Linda's little speaker picked up. She sighed herself, imagining Gene's fingers opening the soft, young lips of her daughter's cunt. Patsy seemed to melt back into her cousin's embrace. Her bare feet pointed, lifting her up a few inches as the slick rubbing sound continued.
"Oh god," Linda gasped to herself. "He's got his hand in her panties. He's feeling her up something awful." She pushed a hand down to rub her own throbbing pussy. like the last time she'd watched her daughter masturbate, her secret observations were really getting to her. And with Gene putting his hands all over sweet Patsy's body..."But she's my daughter!" Linda said, biting her lip. Still, she was a professional. If she'd been observing her daughter's sexual maturation all these months, wasn't this part of it too? She had to keep her head. She had to remain cool and scientific. "I'll get my camera," she said, hurrying to the drawer where she kept it.
By the time she came back to the observation glass, Gene was pulling her daughter's sweater up to expose a flat expanse of young tummy. His other hand was still up under the blue skirt so Linda couldn't see what he was doing. But by the look on Patsy's face she could pretty well guess.
Patsy was breathing hard. A patina of sweat showed on her forehead and her blonde hair was mussed. Her back was still pressed against Gene's stomach and she kept leaning her face back to be kissed. Now Gene exposed her small breasts and as his fingers gently closed around one pink-tipped swell, Linda focused and clicked off a few frames of film. Patsy writhed around in the boy's embrace. She wasn't just breathing hard anymore. She was panting.
"Gene, Gene, Ohhhhh god."
"Let me undo your skirt."
"I'm afraid. What if someone comes?"
But as Linda watched she saw that Gene's aggressiveness had won out. He worked at the zipper for a few seconds and the blue skirt puddled at Patsy's ankles. Now Linda could see her daughter's skimpy panties and she almost wished she couldn't. But she lifted her expensive camera again and made the shutter work. Gene pulled Patsy's sweater off over her head as the young girl watched in the mirror. Again Linda had the impression that Patsy was staring guiltlessly at her. It was an illusion of course but a disturbing one. What her daughter was really doing was watching herself being caressed by her own cousin.
"Maybe I shouldn't let this go on," Linda murmured, fingering the shutter of the camera nervously. But she advanced the film and put the viewfinder to her eye again.
"Whhhhuuuuhh," Patsy groaned as Gene worked his finger up under the silken panty crotch again. The familiar wet sound came over the little speaker in Linda's bedroom and she had to rock her hips again. Her own pussy was dripping butter at an alarming rate. And her heart pounded as she watched Gene inch her daughter's bikini panties down.
"We shouldn't! Ohhh Gene."
"I got something this time. I went to the drugstore this morning and..."
"Gene darling, I do want to. But isn't it wrong?
Us being related and all?"
"Who gives a damn? I sure don't think of that when I look at you,"
Linda was staring at the soft fluff of blonde curls that lined her daughter's cunt lips. She looked so fragile, so pure, so virginic. But from the conversation she'd gotten the impression that Patsy had already had relations ... perhaps with Gene himself. She reminded herself again that this was a perfectly natural occurrence in a young woman's life. Still, this particular young woman was her daughter!
"Ohhh, honey, don't ... don't do th-th-that!"
Linda watched in amazement as Gene extended his middle finger under Patsy's mound and pushed up. Inch by inch it disappeared, Patsy's pink folds stretching out around her cousin's knuckles. Gene eased it out and then back in again. He started a slow, rhythmic finger-fuck that made Patsy whimper with lust. Her hands had been hanging loosely at her sides but now she touched Gene's hand.
"Take off my jeans for me," Gene breathed.
"I don't know...."
"Come on Patsy, take 'em off."
Patsy turned and got her cousin's belt loose. Linda was breathless watching all this. Though she knew she had to keep cool, it wasn't easy. Gene's underwear was all poked out in front. When he'd stepped out of his levis he grabbed Patsy's wrists and made her touch the lump.
"Nhhoooo!"
"Take my skivvies off too." Dutifully Patsy did what her cousin wanted. As the elastic waistband of his shorts cleared the head of his cock it bounded up. Linda sighed at the sight of her young nephew's hot cock. It was white with blue veins along the shaft. It looked clean and firm and wonderfully rigid. The glans was a dusky blue and it seemed to swell and shrink as Patsy stared down at it. Gene put his hands on his pretty cousin's shoulders and forced her to kneel on the bathroom floor.
"What do you want?" she whimpered. "Kiss me there."
"Oh god Gene, you've got to be crazy, I . ... "
"Didn't I kiss you the other time."
"Yes but...."
"I just took a bath. There's nothing wrong with doing that."
"But you're my cousin and all and I just feel so funny."
"Try it! God Patsy, please!"
Linda was still holding her breath. She felt funny about taking any more pictures. But that was silly. She was an observer. And this was a chance few scientists ever got. She took another photo, took another. Her finger trembled on the shutter release when Patsy took her cousin's cock in both hands but she took the picture anyway.
"Don't do it," Linda whispered, staring at her daughter through the one-way glass. "Oh god honey, you're too young to do that."
Gene put his hands on the sides of Patsy's face.
"Just kiss it, baby."
"I feel all shaky inside, Gene." Patsy turned her innocent blue eyes up at him. Her lips looked swollen and wet. Linda could easily understand why Gene wanted Patsy to touch them to his prick.
"I'm begging you to do it," Gene moaned, pulling her head forward another inch. Patsy had his cock tightly in both fists. She gazed at the darkened glans for another few seconds and then took a breath. Pursing her wet lips she pressed them against the little lobes at the underside of the cockhead. Gene trembled. He let his hands slip away from Patsy's face. His belly sucked in sharply under his ribs. Patsy kept her lips stuck tight against his pricktip. Her nostrils were flared with excitement. Her daughter was actually using her tongue now! And the shudder that ran through Gene's slender body indicated that she was using it well.
"Yeah Patsy honey, Ohhhh, Christ that's fine!"
"Mmmmmm," Patsy cooed, actually getting into it now. She moved her head from side to side and Linda saw her tongue slip out from between her teeth. It speared out past her bottom lip and flicked along the entire length of Gene's shaft.
When it disappeared back inside Patsy's mouth the bottom of his prick was glistening with spit.
"Uhhhnnn," Patsy sighed, pulling away. "That's too weird..."
"Oh honey," Gene groaned, bending down to kiss her. "You were liking it weren't you?"
"I ... I don't know. It was so big and hot. I got dizzy feeling it against my tongue."
"Get up on the sink and I'll kiss you down there too."
Gene lifted Patsy up so that her bottom was perched on the edge of the wash basin. Linda could see how excited her daughter was. Patsy's cunt was all pooched out and swollen looking. The inner surfaces glistened with lubrication and even her clit had poked up from its protective hood. Gene got down on his knees now and lifted his cousin's legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Linda was trembling like a leaf. She'd never seen anything so beautifully erotic in her life. But she still had the nagging feeling that she should stop it all.
"Patsy honey, you smell so damned good. Just like last time...."
"Oh Gene, you're so sweet to me." Patsy petted her cousin's head as he moved his mouth closer to her dripping crevice. Then as Linda watched the boy's tongue dance like a snake against the dainty folds, Patsy threw her head back and made a sound deep in her throat. It was almost too much for Linda to take. She raised her camera and flicked the shutter again and again, wondering if she was holding the damned thing steady enough.
The licking sounds that came through the small speaker were unbelievably exciting. And though Patsy's feet had been dangling down, she started slowly to raise them. Linda found herself panting as she watched. Gene on his knees like that. Patsy perching on the edge of the wash basin, her legs draped over her handsome cousin's shoulders. And now both legs were extended straight, her small toes pointed in ecstasy as the young male ate hungrily at the slippery hot meat of Patsy's pussy.
Linda couldn't help but wonder how it would feel for Gene to do the same thing to her. She began to long for it, wishing she was there perched on that sink. She was actually jealous of her daughter and her daughter's youth.
"Honey, honeeeee!" Patsy whimpered, working her feet around in circles as Gene continued to feast on her tender parts. Patsy's belly was sucked in sharply under her ribs, giving her small breasts the appearance of being larger than they actually were. The pink nipples were extended, pointing proudly upwards. Her blonde hair tumbled gracefully over her white shoulders. And by now the inner surfaces of her thighs were shiny with her cousin's saliva.
"Now it's time," Gene breathed hotly. He slipped Patsy's legs off his shoulders and stood up. His cock was exactly even with her parted, dripping slit. She looked at him fearfully. He held out the small foil packet he'd dug from his jeans pocket.
"What's that?"
"It'll keep you from getting knocked up. Why don't you put it on me."
"A rubber?" Patsy took it and turned it over in her hand.
"You have to take it out of the package first," Gene laughed. "It's got a lubricant on it. Not that we need that."
"I guess I am pretty juicy down there, aren't I?" She started to tear the foil. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Nobody even knows I'm around the place today. And who'd come into your private bathroom?"
"Oh Gene, this is all so new to me. The other night when you ... " Patsy lowered her long lashes.
"Come on baby, put that thing on me."
Linda watched her daughter slip the thin condom out of its package and place it against her cousin's glans. Gene helped her, showing how the thing unrolled. It didn't take Patsy but a second to get the hang of it. She unrolled the transparent latex down over the bulging cocktip and gave a little gasp as she saw how it fit so tight.
"Will you be able to feel my insides through it?" she asked shyly.
"Almost as good as the other day," Gene assured her. "But nothing is as good as going in without anything on at all." Patsy had the rubber rolled down to the base of his cockshaft now.
"It is kind of oily." Her fingers trembled as they traced the shape of Gene's penis under the super-thin film of rubber. "Oh, god Gene, you're so huge!"
"But it worked fine the other night, didn't it."
"I'm still a little sore."
"I'll be gentle." Gene pushed her knees apart and moved closer. He held his cock down so that the rubber-shrouded head brushed open Patsy's outer labia. There was another wet sound as he worked the streamlined knob up and down in her crevice. With the head thoroughly coated with Patsy's hot juices, he edged it down further. Patsy was panting hard again. As the rounded shape pressed up into her soft tissues, Linda saw her daughter lurch and bite her bottom lip. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving. She was squeezing her cousin's shoulders so hard her knuckles were white.
"Maybe I should stop it," Linda mumbled. "God in heaven, he's going to fuck her. Right here before my eyes."
But there was no pain on Patsy's innocent face now. Her eyes were pinched in concentration and her small tits were heaving with excitement but there was no pain. Linda watched with mixed emotions as Gene's glanstip was surrounded with dripping cuntmeat. Then it was gone. Patsy rolled her hips on the sink edge where she balanced. The juicy sound that came through the speaker was that of something hot and hard being sucked at by a tight and hungry little cunt. Gene pumped his hips gently again and Linda's mouth dropped open as she saw an inch of cock slide into her daughter's pussy. Then another inch and another. Patsy gave a little squeal and closed her thighs slightly. Gene stopped and bathed her face in kisses, his hands petting her breasts, her shoulders, her back.
"Ohhhh it is big! It fills me out inside! It's hot too!"
"You're hot against me the same way!" Gene made her look down at where they were joined.
"It looks kind of strange doesn't it?"
"It's beautiful to me," he murmured.
"I'm so little it doesn't seem possible that you can actually fit."
"It's possible alright," Gene groaned, pumping his hips again. Another inch of veined cockshaft eased into the swollen folds. Linda saw a rivulet of juice slide down onto Gene's balls. He had his hands behind Patsy's ass, pulling himself forward little by little as he penetrated her.
"God," Patsy whimpered, "if my mom ever found out...."
"Hey baby, let's forget about everybody else." Gene kissed his cousin's mouth hard. Patsy responded, wallowing her lips back against the caress, moaning, working her trim bottom.
"Lock your legs behind my back," Gene told her. Patsy did what he wanted. Linda was half out of her mind just watching all this. Her youthful daughter seemed to pick up everything so quickly. With her ankles crossed behind Gene's back she seemed an expert in pleasure. Linda had to remind herself that this was just Patsy's second time.
"Uhhnnnn, Gene!"
"Patsy honey! Ohhhhh, jesus you're tight!"
The boy moved his hips more urgently now. Linda could see that only a little of his cockshaft was left outside Patsy's pussy. But then her daugher gave another squeal and put her hands against her cousin's chest.
"Ohhh, that's deep enough! I'm not big enough to take any more of you!"
"Whhhuuhh, uhhhnnnn," Patsy groaned, pumping back. "I'm really hot! Ohhh, shit am I ever!"
"Patsy!"
"Hold me Gene! Hold meeeee!"
Linda almost dropped her camera. She leaned against the wall and panted without shame. It was too late to stop anything now. The beautiful young pair were groaning and kissing and clutching each other. Patsy's small hands fluttered up and down her cousin's back as she strained to pull him closer.
But when his cock went too deep she squealed, partly from pain, partly from the frustration of not being able to take him to the hilt.
"Ohhh yesss! Yesssss!" the girl cried, licking Gene's shoulder wildly as he humped. The muscles in his ass stood out in sharp relief as he thrust under and up ... up into the clasping tightness of Patsy's slippery little hole. Patsy's body lurched each time she took a thrust. The plump ass flesh quivered as Gene speared her again and again.
"Patsy, Ohhhh fuck, babeeeee!" Gene crushed her in his arms, her small tits flattening against his chest. Patsy squealed again as if she were being fucked too deep. But Linda noticed that she wasn't trying to get away. She clugn to her cousin, her trim hips dipping and plunging and dancing in feverish circles as that stiff cock tore at the tender lining of her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh," Gene gasped, pulling her forward into his arms. Patsy's bottom squeaked as it came free of the sink edge. With her legs tightly clasped around her cousin's waist, she let him swing her around the bathroom, his hips pumping, his cock plunging in and out of her dripping hole. Even his balls were covered with a slick gloss now and Linda thought she was going to out of her mind if she didn't do something to herself.
She put a finger down under her panties and worked it deep into her slit as she watched her daughter and nephew slam against a wall and spin around again, clutching each other in frenzied excitement.
"Commmmmmming ... I'm coming!" Patsy grunted. She buried her mouth in the hollow of Gene's neck and clung tightly to him as the slurpy sound of their fucking filled the room. Linda realized that it would all be on tape. Did she even want to have such a document? A record of her daughter's incestuous fornication.
Gene had set Patsy's bottom on the edge of the sink again. Linda watched him ease his throbbing prick out of her daughter's hole. Patsy sighed as the head came free of her clasping muscles. The rubber was hanging down at the tip. Inside Linda could see the milky thick jism. At least she could be thankful that none of that potent stuff had spilled inside her young daughter's cunt.
Patsy seemed fascinated with the rubber now. She made Gene let her peel it off of him. Then she touched the heavy-hanging tip, squishing it around with finger and thumb. Finally she put her nose to the open end of the condom and sniffed.
"Why don't you taste it?" Gene suggested.
"Girls actually swallow this stuff?" Patsy asked, wrinkling up her nose.
"It's not as bad as you think," Gene smiled.
"How do you know?" Patsy giggled. Gene went red, started to stammer.
"I ... I don't."
"Come on, tell the truth." Patsy swung the cum-laden rubber back and forth as if she might throw it on him if he didn't confess. Gene shrugged and looked uncomfortable.
"Well, I tried some of my own one time. I was just curious."
Patsy seemed satisfied by his answer. She took the rubber to the sink and tipped it so that a stringy glob dribbled onto her palm. She felt the stuff carefully, sniffing it again before finally dumping what was left down the drain and washing her hands. Gene took the limp and empty rubber and dropped it into the toilet. Then he took Patsy in his arms and they kissed softly for a long while. Linda closed the observation window and flipped off the speaker. She found her drink where she'd left it on the dresser. The ice had long ago melted but she slugged it down and waited for the booze to take effect.
"Did I really see all that? Did it really happen?" She looked at the empty glass. "I've got to have another drink."
Linda was in the kitchen making herself a stiff one when her daughter entered.
"Hi Mom," Patsy said with surprised embarrassment. Linda would never have noticed the embarrassment except that she knew its source.
"Why aren't you in school?" she asked.
"I was gonna ask why you weren't at work too." Patsy shuffled a little and stared at her hands nervously. "I didn't feel so good. Maybe because my period's about to start."
"You do look a little flushed," Linda said, angry at her daughter for lying but sympathetic too. She reached out as if to touch Patsy but took her hand back.
"I'll be okay I guess. I think I'll make me a sandwich and go up to my room."
"You haven't seen your cousin Gene, have you?"
"Oh, he's around somewhere I think. Or did he go downtown?" Patsy's eyes were bright with feigned innocence.
CHAPTER FIVE
As if in a trance, Linda went to her car. She was getting pretty drunk from the booze she'd been putting down. And the images that swirled through her head were making her feel so strange. It was as if a sex storm had been buffeting her the past few days. She couldn't get away from the bombartiment of sensuality. It came at her from all sides; sounds, sights, smells.
"I'm either going crazy or..." The big Lincoln roared to life and she backed into the street. She took the same road she'd taken the day the hitchhiker had caught her attention. But today the curb was empty. She went on out of town and drove slowly, her eyes scanning the fields as if she might discover what she needed.
"I can't keep doing this. I can't go trying to pick up some man every time I'm horny." And Linda had been horny so often. She opened the glove compartment and pulled out the pint of vodka she kept there for emergencies. "If I don't watch out I'm going to end up like poor Louise," she mumbled, unscrewing the cap and putting the mouth of the bottle to her lips.
For no special reason she took a turnoff. It was an old two-lane blacktop that wound through farming land. She saw a colorful sign and read it aloud as she moved past.
"New Morning Commune. Please drive slow and watch for kids."
Linda went by the dirt road that the arrow had indicated but after another mile stopped and turned around, Again she was confused, not sure why she wanted to drive out by that commune. A bunch of hippies. What could she find there? But she got the Lincoln pointed back around and returned to the cut-off. The road was rutted and bumpy and it seemed like more than three miles had slipped under the big wheels of her car when she saw some tumbled-down buildings.
Linda pulled into the rocky bare space in front of the houses and stopped. A few curious children gathered around the Lincoln. There were young girls working in a scraggly garden and they stopped and turned too. From inside the closest house a tall and rangy boy with long hair appeared. He was wearing a t-shirt and torn jeans and sandals. He walked suspiciously towards the car.
Now that the moment had arrived Linda didn't know how to begin. She knew what she wanted but did she really want it here? From this particular male?
"Can I help you ma'am?" the boy said, pushing the hair back from his face. He was pleasant looking and broad in the shoulders. He even seemed fairly clean, much to Linda's surprise. She could see that he was studying her expensive silk blouse and the equally expensive skirt she had on. The diamond watch on her wrist picked up the sun and threw bright spangles of light across the hippy's face. Linda found that she was breathing very fast.
"I ... I thought I'd come out and see this place," she stammered. The tall boy smiled.
"Get out and I'll show you around. There's not all that much to see but you're welcome to stay as long as you want."
In a daze Linda got out and slammed the door of the Lincoln. One girl in the garden was still watching her but the others had returned to their work. Linda walked with the boy to the small house. Inside she saw a dirty kitchen and unkept bedrooms. But the place had a homey, comfortable feel to it. The boy was talking, explaining how they got by in the winter. Linda hardly listened. She was stealing glances at his muscular back. The t-shirt didn't reach down to his waist and she could see the tan, firm flesh when he moved. His jeans were tight in the crotch too and she could see the shape of his cock. Did he have an erection or was he just big?
"Out back we have a kind of bunkhouse. Alot of the guys who don't have a lady stay there."
"Where do you stay?" Linda asked, letting her eyes warm to his face. The young man picked up her vibes. He grinned knowingly.
"I sleep in the house."
"So you've got a lady?"
"You could say that." He rubbed his chin, watching her. Linda was staring at his belt buckle. Why didn't he grab her for christ sake? Couldn't he smell the lust on her? Didn't he know what she'd driven out there for? She walked slowly to the window. The girl who'd watched her closest when she'd driven up was still working in the garden. But every so often she stopped and glanced towards the house. That was the guy's hippy girlfriend no doubt. And she was nervous as hell that her old man was going to do something naughty. Linda turned to find the young man directly behind her. She guessed that he'd been about to put his hands on her waist.
"Well, thank you for showing me around," she said.
"You sure smell pretty. A guy doesn't get a chance to sniff much perfume out here."
"Glad you like it."
The boy put his hands on her shoulders. She lifted her chin slightly and let her eyes flutter closed. The kiss was soft and polite. But the churning hunger inside her was ignited. She groaned through her nostrils and let her big breasts press against the boy's t-shirt. His hands slipped around her back. She ground her hips up and opened her mouth more.
"I don't know your name," the young man said, kissing her neck now, his fingers exploring the plump lushness of her ass.
"It's Linda," she groaned.
"I'm Barry."
It was all they needed to say for the moment. Barry unbuttoned her blouse and lowered his head so that his mouth pulled wetly at the brown nipples. He pushed fingers through her dark hair as she sighed and moved her body around, delighting in the lovemaking.
"Jesus, you've got fantastic tits," he gasped, feasting eagerly on them. Through the window Linda saw the girl in the garden again. She had stopped raking and was staring at the house. She looked young and thin and pretty. Her red hair was in braids and though her long dress hid her legs, Linda guessed that they were as willowy and nice as the rest of her. Poor thing, she thought. But the knowledge that she was stealing a little of the girl's man was all the more exciting to Linda. She smiled wickedly as the young hippy's fingers unzipped her skirt.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, feeling his touch against the nylon of her panties. He pushed the damp material up into her mushy heat. She squirmed and bit at his neck. Then he was skinning her underwear down. They puddled at her ankles and she stepped out of one leg.
"Aren't there any doors around here?" she breathed, looking over his shoulder at the sunlit doorway.
"No, we're pretty casual."
"You don't mind if somebody watches..."
"Oh we respect each other's privacy if that's what's bothering you." The boy rubbed his finger up into her crevice. The juice poured out, wetting him. Linda pumped her hips, plunging the soft, feverish wound against his touch.
"Uhhhhh, honey!" Her head pressed against his chest. "Barry ... Barry! Ohhhh, fuck me darling! Fuck me good."
She felt herself eased back onto the unmade bed. The hippy guy seemed to know what he was doing alright. She closed her eyes, letting her body go. He hadn't bothered to take off her shoes and that was fine. She kind of liked the feeling of getting laid with some of her clothes on. She still had her arms through the sleeves of her blouse but it was open in front to expose her heaving breasts. The young man's eyes devoured her body as he struggled to get his jeans down. Linda helped him. Her fingers found the shaft of his cock and she jacked the skin up and down.
"Jesus Christ you're beautiful. Why did you come all the way out here anyhow?"
"To get laid," Linda breathed. "By you." She slid her heels slowly up the bed, her knees falling apart to expose her gift. Barry began to breathe harder. Her fingers were massaging him, urging him to take her. He let his body ride forward and she fit the head of his cock into the seepy soft folds.
"Ohhhh Linda," he groaned, forcing his hips under and up. He entered her easily. She knew her cunt was wet and swollen and ready to get fucked. After watching her own daughter enjoy herself so thoroughly she wasn't about to let the day go by without having some fun herself. It was as simple as that. Linda figured she owed it to herself to get some pleasure out of life. And this young, long-haired stud was going to take care of the pleasure for this day at least.
"Yes, ohhh, yes Barry! You're nice and big." Barry lowered his chest down onto her breasts. It felt lovely. She hugged his back as he began to pump in and out of her. Already the friction was making itchy tingles shoot up and down her legs. Her belly heaved up against his. Her hips plunged, dipped, danced. She could feel the supercharged excitement of her climax already burning.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh! Uhhhhhhh!" She clung harder to Barry's body. They had not been joined more than a few minutes and already she knew it was getting hot and fast and wild! Linda had been so ready, so hungry to screw! Watching her nephew do it to her daughter had been too intense to bear. But now it was Linda on the bed with her legs thrown wide! She was getting a hot, hard cock shoved in and out of her belly!
"Barry! Honeeee, it's ... it's ... Ahhhhhhh!"
"...god damn," the boy grunted, his long hair mingling with Linda's as he kissed her again. Linda wrapped her legs up around his body. The heels of her shoes dug into his ass and the young man seemed to go crazy with the sensation. He rammed her all the harder, his hands digging deep in her own soft bottom. The sloppy hot sound of their fucking filled the room. Linda's eyes blurred, focused, blurred again. The pleasure rose up through her writhing body in waves. The waves were almost unbearable in their intensity. She was crying out loudly now. She heard her own voice echo back to her as if in a dream. God, she'd been horny! And the steady stab of Barry's cock was taking care of her so well. It was fantastic, it was lovely!
Linda screamed as the full brunt of ecstasy hit her. Her eyes opened as she clung frantically to the humping body of the young, light-haired hippy. In the doorway stood the tall red-headed girl. Her face was an emotionless mask. But her eyes were vaguely threatening. Linda realized that the girl was going to stand there and watch until it was over. But she didn't really care. The intensity of her pleasure was making her crazy by now. Her body moved steadily under the young man's frenzied lovemaking. She could feel the throbbing tickle where her clit had turned into a bursting sun of joy. Barry's mouth was on her breasts again, sucking, tonguing them until she grunted like a rutting animal. Linda closed her eyes again, fucking back at him as hard as she could. Their bodies made wet music and Barry pushed his tongue deep into her mouth.
Linda opened her eyes again. The redhead was still in the doorway, her expression unchanged. Barry was working his ass around with quivering excitement. She could feel his muscles going hard, feel his breathing become more strained. Then he cried out too and his shaft swelled inside her as the hot cream spurted.
"Yes baby," she soothed, petting his head, touching the nape of his neck. Linda was looking into the red-headed girl's eyes and the girl was looking into hers. "Come darling, come inside me!" The expression on the red-head's face changed at last. Linda could see the hate there now. Then the girl turned and was gone.
* * *
"I'd like to see you again sometime," Barry said, leaning against the door of the Lincoln. Linda started the engine and fiddled with the radio until she found a jazz station. She felt comfortably mussed. Some of the young hippy's semen was leaking onto her panty crotch and she rocked her hips, smearing it around inside her crevice.
"Maybe you'd better let me decide if we should see each other again. I don't want to cause you trouble." Linda glanced out to the garden. The red-headed girl was not even making a pretense of working. She was leaning on her hoe, watching them.
"Oh, Rita will cool out later. Hell, she doesn't own me."
"Just to keep things straight," Linda said, "maybe I should pay you."
"Pay me?" Barry looked a little puzzled. Linda had already reached into her purse. She held out two twenty dollar bills. The young man stared at them, swallowed. Then he took them and folded them into a pocket of his jeans.
"For services rendered," Linda said, giving his hand a squeeze. "Go buy something pretty for your girlfriend."
"Aren't you going to let me know where I can get in touch with you?"
"Maybe someday I'll drop by again." She smiled, slipped the big car into gear. The long-haired boy was standing in the yard watching her as she headed back down the dirt road towards the highway.
CHAPTER SIX
"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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda was almost out of her head with excitement. She'd called in to her office and given word that she wouldn't be in that day at all. Her husband would be away all day and evening too. With Travis and Louise and the girls off camping that left her a free rein. She felt wonderfully wicked. The guilt feelings of the past weeks seemed to be weaker now. All she could think of was Gene. Gene doing those fantastic things to her daughter Patsy.
The night before she'd played everything cool. With her husband around she wanted to be careful at first so he wouldn't get any funny ideas. She had the feeling that he suspected her activities of late. Of course it might have been her guilt feelings for having given her favors to two strangers in as many weeks. But anyhow there was no use begging for trouble. But this morning it was all different.
She had called the office and had a cup of coffee and taken a shower and her nephew was still sacked out. He liked to spend lazy mornings in bed, she'd discovered. And she wished she could just go crawl in with him. But that was a little too forward. She had hoped to spend the entire day seducing him. Seducing him little by little, inch by inch until he was crazy with desire for her. But as she paced her bedroom rug she wondered if she could stand to wait that long.
She was wearing something she'd bought at a sexy boutique. Actually it was a pair of underwear so skimpy as to be almost non-existent. The triangle of sheerest red nylon was held in place over her mound by black strings. Over this she had put on a flowing nightgown. Linda didn't think that any young man would be able to resist such an ensemble.
"Maybe I'll have a little eye-opener just to start things off," she said, heading downstairs to the liquor cabinet. She fixed the drink and went to lean her head against her nephew's bedroom door. It was open slightly and she pushed it a few inches wider to peek inside.
"Oh," she said under her breath. Gene was still sleeping, but his covers had been thrown back. He had on a pair of skivvies but his cock had somehow slipped out of one leg hole. It was also very, very erect. She found herself wanting to go over and fit the swollen glans into her mouth. Instead she politely closed the door again and then tapped gently on it from the hall side.
"Want some breakfast Gene honey?" she cooed.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure."
Satisfied that he was up she started towards the stairs, then stopped. She went back to his door, her heart pounding.
"Don't bother getting dressed, just throw on your robe or something."
Linda was nervous waiting. She didn't know whether or not her suggestion would take. But when she saw her nephew come into the kitchen her body tingled. Just as she'd hoped, he'd thrown a robe on and not bothered to dress.
"By the way you were talking I thought breakfast would be ready," he said, looking around sleepily.
"What a lazy no-good nephew," Linda kidded. "Who said I'm supposed to make breakfast. I suppose you'd like me to bring it to you in bed too?"
"That wouldn't be bad," Gene said, his eyes sparkling devilishly. Linda found his morning mood most titillating. And she could still see that he had an erection. It pushed out his robe a little in front. Gene had his eyes on her as she moved across the kitchen.
"Aren't you late for work?" Gene asked.
"Not going today."
"Feeling bad?"
"I feel just wonderful," she said turning to let her gown spread out from her body. As it clung once more to her curves, Gene scratched his chest and swallowed. He was staring at the teensy red bikini and Linda bent over for something in the cabinet so that he could see the skimpy thing and the way it fit up between the white swells of her ass. The clinging nylon of her gown made her tremble as it caressed her cheeks. When she turned this time her nephew was having a hard time concealing his erection. He half-turned, embarrassed.
"Listen, I know all about morning erections. All men have them. You don't have to act shy." She opened a can of frozen orange juice and scraped it into a pitcher. But her words had made Gene blush.
Linda was trembling. She wanted so badly to put her hands on the beautiful young male. In her mind the images of Gene easing his pretty prick up into Patsy's cunthole made her want to whine with lust. She wanted a youthful male to desire her. She wanted to have Gene slide his hot cock up into her pussy!
At last she was trembling too much to pretend to be making breakfast. She wiped her hands on a towel and went over to her nephew. He was sipping a cup of coffee, his eyes darting around to hide the fact that he'd been staring blatantly at her ass under the silk drape of her nightgown.
"Hey," she said, voice husky with sex, "would you like me to rub your back?"
The boy almost choked on his coffee. Well, her meaning was pretty obvious now. She put her hands on his shoulder, then let them slide around to the front of his robe. She undid a button, undid another. Gene watched her with wide eyes. She was looking right back at him, not ashamed anymore that she desired such a beautiful young animal.
"I ... uhhh, well Aunt Linda what are you d-d-doing?"
"I'm unbuttoning the front of your robe," she whispered. Her fingers were dangerously close to the waist of his skivvies now. She undid another button and let her nails pry up the clinging band of elastic. A shudder ran through her nephew's body.
"You think we should...? "
Linda smiled sexily. "I know what you've been doing to my daughter," she breathed. When Gene shook his head innocently, she stopped his protests with a look. "No, don't bother lying. I know. You fucked my daughter. She was a virgin and you fucked her. You broke her cherry."
"Look, it was an accident. I mean it just seemed to happen. We didn't plan it and I didn't want to start any trouble. It was..."
"Hey now," Linda chuckled softly, slipping her sharp nails further under the elastic of his skivvies, "you don't have to make excuses. There aren't any and you know it. You wanted to fuck Patsy and she decided that she wanted to fuck you. Then she took you in her bathroom or vice versa and let you put your cock...."
"Aunt Linda, I uhhhhnnnnnn!"
She'd gotten her fingers around him. She was squeezing the stiff, thick shape of his cock, loving the sticky dampness of the flesh, the tumid firm texture of the glans. The front of her nephew's robe gaped open and his undershorts were halfway down his thighs now. She reached behind her to the kitchen table and dug a chunk of butter from the butter dish. It clung softly to her finger as she held it up for Gene to see. As he watched she began to spread it over the blood-fevered head of his cock. The butter melted upon contact and she rubbed the slick stuff around carefully. Now his cock was shiny with it too and he was grunting low in his throat as her soft fingers slid over his turgid prickmeat.
"Mmmmm, I'll bet that feels good," she teased, the circle of her fingers rising, falling, rising, falling. The squishiness of the butter oozing from between her thumb and the head of his cock sounded wonderfully sexy.
"God Linda ... ohhhhh god!"
"Like that? like my fingers?"
"Yeah. But isn't George...? "
"George won't be back all day. He won't show up till after supper." She squeezed him, feeling the butter slide between her hot palm and his feverish shaft. "That gives us plenty of time, doesn't it?"
"Ohhh jesus, jeeeesus!" Gene closed his eyes. He was shaking like a leaf. Linda was beginning to see how thoroughly she'd gotten to him. The boy was really wired for sex. It didn't take but a little caress, a little wink of her eye to get him going. And as his prick throbbed powerfully in her massaging fingers she realized that already it was too late.
"Honey," she gasped, caught up in his frenzied excitement. The boy was choking for air. He leaned back against the wall and his belly went hard as a rock. Linda stared down at the engorged tip of his cock. A tiny droplet of white appeared at the tiny orifice there. Her fingers came up, forming a butter-slick collar under the dark blue tip. Then a string of white cream erupted into the air. It spattered hotly over her breasts. Linda jacked him slowly but steadily then, feeling the pulsing surges from deep inside his groin.
"Damn..." Gene cursed, his eyes apologetic.
"It's okay baby, I'm glad! Really I am!" She jacked him off, the cum mingling with the butter to make a slippery lubricant between her fingers and her nephew's glans. It was so spongy and sexy feeling. And Linda realized that she'd never watched a man come this close up. The sap spurted from his body with a steady rhythm. The head of
Gene's cock swelled up just before each new spout of seed. It was a fantastic thing to behold. A sight Linda swore she'd never forget.
She helped clean up the mess when the last of her nephew's semen had oozed from his cock. Her first inclination was to clean it all up with her mouth. That butter would probably make his cum taste really nice. But after all she'd already come on pretty strong. She didn't want to freak the young man out. Maybe later something like that would be more appropriate. Now she had to concentrate on getting him nice and hard again.
"Let's take a nice shower," she suggested.
"Yeah sure."
Upstairs, Linda let her nephew undress her. He undid the tie of her gown and pushed it down over her shoulders. At the sight of her big tits, his eyes just about popped out. Then he was tracing her waist with his hands. He went at the whole business in a shy, respectful way. Linda realized that she was not her daughter. She was a woman and Gene was paying her respect in the gentle way he went about exploring her flesh.
"Ohhhh honey, you touch me so nice."
"I can't believe this is happening. It's really far out to see you like this." Gene's fingers stopped at the skimpy red panties. He thumbed the black string that circled her waist.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"This too? You want me to take this off too?"
"I sure don't want to shower with it on."
Linda noticed suddenly that her nephew's cock was getting hard again. It hadn't been more than about ten minutes but he was having a fine erection. She let her own hands stray down his body, capturing the hot meat. He groaned and fumbled at the little string that held her panties on. But her kisses against his neck made him forget what he was doing. He just hugged her hard, thrusting his cock up against her thigh.
"Ohhh baby," she sighed, hugging him, rubbing her big tits against his chest. The friction of her nipples against him made her whimper.
"God Aunt Linda, I keep thinking I'm dreaming."
"How did you get hard so quick?" she breathed, her lips playing with his earlobe.
"It's because of you! Christ, you're beautiful."
"You want me, don't you..."
"Yes."
"How bad?"
"Awful bad. I really have thought about you sometimes at night."
This little bit of information made a thrill cut through Linda's cunt. "You've had daydreams about me?"
"Yeah." Gene's fingers eased down the small of her back, "more than daydreams really."
"Ohh, that's exciting. I wish I could see you do it sometime."
"I'd be embarrassed." Gene had her ass in his grasp now. He squeezed his fingers tighter, pinching each plump half. A tingle of pleasure shot through her belly and loins. It was even sexier having him squeeze her ass with those nothing little panties on. She rubbed his cock against her tummy, feeling the bumpy head touch her navel.
"We were going to take a shower, remember?"
"Yeah."
"But maybe you'd like to play first."
"Uh huh, I think I would. God Linda, it's far out!"
"How darling?" She cupped his balls. "You're my aunt."
"Mmmmm, isn't that neat? It makes me feel shivery all over."
Linda pulled away from him and walked slowly to the bed, her full hips swinging lazily so the young man could have a good look at her. He followed her, panting hard by now. His cock jutted out before him like a cobra. Giggling, Linda rolled onto the bed and pulled him over her. He was already pumping his hips, sliding the buttery surface of his cock against her thigh. She felt the pressure against the skimpy bikini panties. It was gloriously sexy!
"Darling, darling!" She hugged him against her as his fingers fumbled at the crotch band that covered her dark curls. He stretched it to one side and then she felt her insides bloom out to meet his touch. She worked her ass up and down slowly, smearing his knuckles and fingertips with her juices. A musky perfume filled the air.
"Christ this is fun," Gene groaned, pushing the head of his cock up against her swollen cunt lips. The barbed shape went into the squishy folds of pussymeat with a wet sound. Linda bucked her hips and felt the head center in her hole. She moved again and her muscles spread back over the tender knob. As soon as it was inside she squeezed down hard again and heard her nephew grunt with pleasure.
"Ohh wow!"
"I'll bet no girl ever did that to you before."
"Never ever ... " He kissed her face, kissed her mouth. She opened her lips to him, sucked at his tongue until he groaned and worked his hips harder. Inch by feverish inch, his cock penetrated her hungry vagina. She rolled her ass around on the bed, making the soft insides of her body swath his prick.
"Linda, Linda god this is ... uhhnnnn!"
"Now don't be coming so soon this time," she scolded, her fingernails scratching along his shoulders and back.
"Promise. I won't."
"Like me?" she breathed, longing for admiration from this young male who was panting and plowing between her parted thighs.
"God yes!" he groaned. "Your tits..."
"Bigger than my daughter's little tits I'll bet."
"Bigger and softer too," Gene told her. He was fucking her with the tiny panty crotch pulled to the side. Linda hadn't realized how erotic it would be to get screwed with her underwear on. She didn't even remember ever having tried it. But now her nephew's prick had stabbed her dripping crevice and her panties rubbed his shaft when he shoved deep, rubbed it when he pulled out. The panties cut into her soft flesh because of the way Gene's cock was stretching them. She loved it!
"Uhhnnnnn, Gene darling! Ohhhhh god, your prick is wonderful!"
"I hope it's big enough..."
"Oh, of course it is! I can feel it stretching me way inside."
Linda couldn't actually feel herself being stretched. But her nephew's cock was plenty big enough. She could feel the way the head was flared out inside her. Her velvety hot pussy swathed it with juice, sucked at it, petted it. He twisted and humped and fucked like a gorilla. She liked his slightly awkward technique. It reminded her that she was with a teenager. It made her feel just as young, just as much a beginner.
"Honey ... do it slower now! Yeah baby, that's the way. Ohhhh, now I can really feel it sliding in and out! Ohhhh, jesus christ!"
Her long nails dug into the flesh of his ass, helping him find the rhythm she wanted.
"God, your insides are really hot! And slick! You're slicker than any girl I've ever done it with."
Linda noticed his thoughtful omission of her daughter by name. Her nephew was couth enough to know that a mother might not like to hear sexual comparisons which included her own offspring. But Linda was glad too that her cunt suited the young man. And now that she'd gotten him to go slower, she could feel him better. She guided him, made him almost take his cock out of her spasming hole. There at the edges of her pussy's opening she could feel that enormous head pounding for release. She worked her hips, petting it with her juicy flesh until her nephew was shivering with lust.
"Uhhh, let me stick it deep again, Aunt Linda! Ohhhh, christ, let me please!"
"No you naughty boy, do as I tell you." She laughed but when he tried to fuck her, Linda held his balls with both hands, keeping him shallow.
"Whhhuuuh," Gene sighed, pumping weak little fucks at her cunt. His swollen cock rubbed and slipped in the hot folds. But she still wouldn't let him go more than an inch into her pussy.
"Rub my clit with that thing. God it's hot!"
His fingers shaking, Gene pulled the shaft up so that his glans bumped across the tingling lump of her clitoris. The nubbin throbbed from the light friction and Linda grunted like a greedy little pig and plunged her pussy up and down as her nephew held his erection for her pleasure.
"Yuuhhhnnn," she gasped, feeling fingers of fiery pleasure spread through her loins. She wanted badly to feel him dividing her insides again. She wanted to feel that sudden penetration as his barbed cocktip plowed the velvet tissues apart. But she kept teasing herself instead, knowing that she had her climax in the palm of her hand. She could enjoy that explosion of ecstasy any time she chose. And she didn't want to rush things.
"Huuhhnn, huuhhnnneeeee," she grunted louder, her ass working in wild circles now as Gene continued to hold his hot prick against the outer surfaces of her vulva. Her lips parted as she rubbed the bottom of her slit against him. When he bumped over her hole again it was all Linda could do to resist pulling him down and up and deep into her body again. The constriction of her pantycrotch was making her want to scream.
"You want me?" she moaned.
"Yes, christ yes!"
"Take off my panties ... now!"
"They're tied ... I can't find the..."
"Tear 'em off!" she almost babbled, her bottom writhing like snakes had crawled into her ass-hole. She felt the things pop when her nephew grabbed and yanked. Then her smoldering pussy was bare and she felt his thick, blood-fat cock spread her cunt as he thrust up into her belly.
"Huuhhnnnn," he groaned, pumping furiously.
Her clit bulged with blood, more sensitive than it had been before. And her outer lips and inner lips were spongy from the climax she was about to experience.
"Yesssss, ohhhhh, Gene honey, fuck me hard! Fuck me forever."
They wrestled atop the bed. She closed her legs around his body and bucked like an unbroken mare. But she was being broken and broken quickly. Her young nephew's prick seemed absolutely huge! It was prodding and raking at her tender insides. It was making her scream from the itchy passion of the moment.
Somehow, someway Linda found herself on top. She kissed Gene roughly, stabbing his mouth with her tongue. Her hips plunged crazily, rubbing the raw slickness of her vulva against his pubes as his cockshaft went to the hilt in her heated pussy. She could feel her deepest parts squeezing that hot head of male meat, begging it to give up everything. And then from the breathless growls in her nephew's throat she knew that his balls were unloading. She could feel his shaft pulse as the sap shot up the little tube and fountained into her cunt.
"Yessss baby, yesssss!" She came and came a second time. Her eyes were out of focus, her breathing uneven and loud. Her cunt seemed to be melding itself to that wonderful shaft that had stabbed her so deeply. Then Gene rolled her under him again and she let him finish off his spurting ecstasy of cum. She let him bite her and hurt her as her hips never stopped rolling, pumping, jerking.
They'd lain there for almost fifteen minutes when Linda nuzzled her nephew's cheek and smiled at him.
"Want to take that shower now?"
"Sure. I'll soap your back."
"And I'll soap your balls."
"God, it's not even noon yet is it?"
"Huh uh. How many times do you think we can squeeze in before my husband comes home?"
"Don't know."
Linda eased her cunt free of him and sat on the edge of the bed. As she leaked jism on the bedspread she got a sly look on her face.
"Why don't we see if we can break all records?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Monique and Travis got back to the campground, Patsy pretended she was interested in fishing. She'd taken the bait box and a little tackle down to the lake and sat there in the sand while the images of what she'd just seen flashed through her mind. Of course neither her uncle nor her best friend suspected that she'd been peeking on them behind that big boulder in the meadow. Monique was the first to saunter down to where Patsy was making a pretense of fishing.
"Catching anything?" she asked lazily. Patsy thought she could smell the musky perfume of fuck on her but that could have been an overworked imagination.
"Naw. Where have you been?"
"Oh, Travis took me for a walk in the woods. He sure knows a lot about nature." Monique drawled the words, making them heavy with insinuation. Patsy blushed despite herself. She reeled hard, jerking the line from the water and then shoving the rod into Monique's hands.
"Here, you try it awhile. I don't think I'm very lucky today." Patsy glanced down at her friend's feet. "By the way Monique, you got your sock on inside out." She strode on up the beach to where her uncle was building a fire for a wiener roast.
"Hi sugar," he said, giving her a warm smile, "having fun?"
"Not as much as you're having," Patsy replied. The remark caught Travis off guard. The warm smile turned to a sheepish grin.
"It's that obvious is it?" He took Patsy's arm. "Listen honey, your friend Monique is something else. She was all over me. I tried to cool it but..." He shrugged. Patsy gave him a cool look and walked away. It was hard to admit that the real reason she was irked was that she was jealous. Down deep in her heart she wished that it could've been her under her Uncle Travis.
After eating hot dogs and sitting around the campfire singing songs, Patsy felt a little better. Travis had produced a bottle of Brandy and was passing it around. It seemed that Monique was going at it a little hard for the amount of experience she had with drinking hard stuff. But she was certainly enjoying herself. Poor Louise seemed as oblivious to everything as she always was. She was already passing out drunk. Travis helped her to the camper and came out a few minutes later. Patsy knew he didn't care. She knew he was thinking about Monique again, thinking of the next time he could spread her long legs and shove his hot cock into her.
Now that Travis had Louise out of the way he put an arm around Moique and they snuggled shamelessly in the glow from the dying campfire. Patsy couldn't hide the envy she felt. It was really weird feeling jealous over her Uncle Travis. But he was attractive. And even more so now that she'd seen what he'd done to her best friend.
"Well, guess I'd better turn in," Travis said at last, getting up and stretching. There was a twinkle of acknowledgement from Monique. Patsy just knew that the two of them had something hot planned for later that night.
As soon as she and Monique were snuggled in their sleeping bags in the tent, Monique started babbling about Travis. Patsy realized her friend was even drunker than she'd thought.
"Oh wow, he's super! He's just plain super!" A sloshing sound made Patsy squint in the darkness.
"Are you still drinking?" she asked.
"I just love Brandy. Travis told me it makes a girl sexy to drink Brandy." The slosh of the bottle continued. Monique was about as plastered as Louise had been earlier. "Got to stay awake," she mumbled. "Gotta sneak in and see my lover."
"You're going to sneak into that camper? With Louise in there and everything?"
"Travis said it'd be okay. Travis is always right." Monique slugged from the bottle again and then grabbed Patsy's shoulder in the dark. "I'll tell you a secret. Your uncle took me up in the meadow and he..."
"I already know," Patsy said.
"You do?"
"It was pretty obvious, the way you two were acting this evening."
"You're not mad are you, Patsy."
"Course not."
"Your uncle is so beautiful. Those high school boys aren't anything compared to Travis! Oh shit, I think I'm in love with him. I'd do anything he told me to..." Monique drank again.
"He wants you to sneak in the camper?"
"Yup, he said if we don't talk his wife'll never wake up. He wants me to..." Monique shivered in the dark. There was an embarrassing silence. Then she was hitting the brandy again.
"What? What does he want you to do?"
"Oh, you know what all men like. But I'm a little scared. I never thought I'd be doing it to somebody as big as Travis." Monique put the bottle down and lay back. "I guess I shouldn't worry though ... Travis so nice ... never hurt' me ... Mmmmmm."
Patsy listened to Monique's breathing change. It became regular and relaxed. Her friend was drifting off to sleep. And as she listened, her whole body tingled at the possibility that had occurred to her. It was impossible, crazy. But she couldn't get it out of her head.
Monique wasn't going to be able to keep her date tonight. She was passed out drunk. But Travis would be expecting someone to sneak into the trailer. What if Patsy herself went in place of her friend? In the dark how would her Uncle Travis know the difference? And would it matter to him if he did?
Travis would never knowingly commit incest with her. But now Patsy found herself wanting very badly to commit it with him. Maybe Gene's seduction of her and her intense enjoyment of the act had started things rolling. A cousin was one thing. What would it be like to have it from an uncle? Patsy trembled in her sleeping bag.
"I can't really go through with this, can I?" she breathed to herself. Monique was snoring softly, dead to the world. And Patsy felt her cunt juices flowing. Her panty crotch was plastered against her sparsely furred mound. She couldn't begin to relax. But if she did take Monique's place, she'd have to accept whatever the evening offered. She couldn't chicken out halfway through.
She turned over with a whimper, unable to make a decision. It was wicked to even consider doing it of course. But the thought of putting her fingers around that hard, hot cock she'd seen in the meadow. She'd seen it being used on her best friend. If she had it in her hand ... in her mouth...
"Ohhhh god, I'm going to make myself sick thinking such things." She fumbled for the bottle of Brandy in the dark, found it. It warmed her belly and she felt the courage spread. "I'll only live once. I'll only be sixteen once." She bit her bottom lip and put the cork back in the bottle. Then very gingerly she eased herself out of her bag and crawled to the open end of the tent. Monique continued to snore behind her. Patsy stood in the cool, star-glittering night. She was wearing only a pair of bikini panties and the air was sharp enough to make her shiver. She padded barefoot through the sand to the partly open door of the camper.
Her nerves almost failed when she took the handle and started to open it. But it was cold outside. She either had to return to her tent or get into the camper. She decided on the latter.
The first thing she heard was that of Louise breathing. God, if her aunt was awake she'd never live this scene down! She'd die of embarrassment. But after a moment she was sure that Louise was dead to the world. Travis turned in his bunk and by the noise Patsy was able to figure out where he was. It was very dark inside the camper and the fact that the moon had not yet risen didn't help matters. For what she wanted to do though the darkness was perfect. If she didn't lose her nerve. Patsy stepped forward and pushed her hands out before her. She touched Travis, felt his leg and knee. He was sitting on the edge of the bunk, his wife sleeping behind him.
"Don't say anything," Travis whispered. His hands petted the sides of her face. Patsy trembled, knowing that her uncle thought it was Monique. Luckily their hair was about the same length. She was panting, knowing now that she was going to have to perform. Monique and Travis had planned it all out and now she was part of that plan.
Travis pulled her head forward between his parted thighs. He sat on the very edge of the bunk and his groin was almost even with Patsy's chin. She had only to bend her head down to make it all perfect. She whimpered as her fingers searched for and found the soft droop of his balls. Then she was holding his cock. It was even bigger than she'd thought. Up in the meadoow it'd looked huge but now that she held the real thing in her fingers, it seemed even bigger. She whimpered again and Travis bent forward to kiss her forehead. Their lips met. She tried to kiss like she thought Monique would, hoping she was sexy enough. Travis seemed to acceptthe imitation.
"Okay sweetheart," her uncle breathed, "go to it. When you're done with me, I'll take care of you too."
Holding the stiff thing with both hands, Patsy wet her lips thoroughly and brushed them across the throbbing glans. Only then did she realize that Travis was uncircumcised. She felt for the loose skin that partly hid the flared barb of his tip. It slipped around easily on that bulging knob. He was all slick and lubricated underneath the foreskin. She shivered again, her heart pounding so hard she wondered if it might wake her aunt up.
"What am I doing here?" she thought. With her Uncle Travis' cock in her fingers, her mouth opened in anticipation of what she was about to feast on. And though she was still a little scared, Patsy did want to eat on him. Her cunt was dripping hot butter as she kept feeling the shape of that fantastic organ that grew so magically from her uncle's crotch. She jacked the skin up and down, feeling the smoothly rounded cock tip better now. Her lips pursed against it as she forced the foreskin all the way behind the flared part. Her lips slid down it, wetting its glossy surface with her hot spit. Her lips cinched tight behind the head then and for the first time her tongue danced under the swollen lobes. Travis let out a long breath and squeezed the sides of her face.
"Baby..." he sighed in the night.
"Mmmmm," she cooed back, knowing that she couldn't really say anything. Travis would know immediately that it was his niece with her mouth on his prick. And having her mouth on him was making her heart pound. She knew now that it was something magical for a woman to suck on a man's cock! It did something to her inside, it made her cunt drip and her breasts tingle. It made her want that lovely, rigid cock plowing up between her thighs.
Did Patsy really want that? Was she woman enough to take what her uncle had? She didn't know. But she loved the way that musky-scented thing felt sliding over her bottom lip. "Uhhhh-gggg," she moaned through her nose as Travis held her head and pumped deeper. The smooth, slippery cock glided down the trough she'd made of her tongue. It bumped her tonsils and Patsy's belly bucked.
Patsy tried. But the head of his cock was getting even bigger than it had been moments before. She could feel it resting on the velvety root of her tongue. It throbbed with each beat of her uncle's heart. It swelled with a pulsing rhythm of its own. It felt heavy with blood and feverish too. But the shape, the slick feel of it pumping in and out of her mouth was fantastic. Patsy's cunt burned with pleasure!
Louise stirred then. Patsy could feel her uncle freeze. She did too, her heart still thumping in her chest. His big cock rested heavily on her tongue. It was all she could do not to lick it. It felt so velvety soft to lick!
"Honey," Louise moaned drunkenly, "aren't you coming to bed? What are you sitting up for?"
"Oh, nothing. Just couldn't get to sleep."
"Well come here daddy, and Louise will make you sleepy." Patsy felt the bed heave. Travis was jerked backward as Louise grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back against her. His cock popped loose from Patsy's mouth with a smack and she held her breath, hoping that Louise hadn't heard.
"Louise, I don't think I'm in the mood."
"Why not?" his wife whined. Patsy sneaked away from the bed and tiptoed towards the door. As Travis struggled to resist his wife, she eased through the opening and down the steps. She sat on a stump, a few feet away, trembling like a leaf. In a few minutes Travis stepped down the camper stairs too. He was only a few feet away when he recognized her. He made a casual effort to hide his nakedness.
"Oh, it's you Patsy. Did you happen to see Monique?"
Playing the part, Patsy shrugged and put on a dumb act. "I guess she went back to the tent. She seemed kind of mad." Patsy was staring at the dark shape of his cock jutting out of the shirt he had on. She remembered how it'd felt in her mouth. And Travis didn't even know it'd been her in there sucking on him. Her mouth watered for more.
"I know it sounds naughty to you, honey," Travis said, "but when you're a little older you'll understand. When a man and a woman..."
"I understand already." She was panting, weak in the belly. His cock was drooping down but still had plenty of blood inside it. She gave a little whimper and reached out.
"Patsy!" Travis gasped, trying to step back. But she went to her knees before him, one hand slipping behind a thigh, the other grasping for the heavy-hanging prick that swung before him. And as she wet her lips and looked up at him, the moon came over a low ridge illuminating everything. Her uncle looked as if he was in shock. But as her fingers slowly jacked his throbbing meat he let out a groan. Then she dropped her lashes and sucked the hot glans into her mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she gingerly bobbed her head forward and back.
"My niece," Travis grunted, "my sweet little niece!"
"Mmmmmm," Patsy cooed, bobbing her head faster. Now she was really excited. The first time in the camper had just been a warm up. In the dark she'd learned a few things about herself and about her uncle. Now she could really show him that she wasn't too young to understand about women and men. His fingers grazed the sides of her face as if in disbelief. Then his belly sucked in and he held his breath. Her tongue danced and flicked across his stretched glans. His shaft was surrounded by her soft, wet lips. He began to fuck gently in and out.
The sloppy sound of his spit-drenched prick penetrating her mouth and being pulled back was fantastically erotic.
Travis wound his fingers in her blonde hair. He was groaning with lust and his excitement was working on Patsy too. She knew he could see everything she was doing. She wasn't at all embarrassed. Not with that beautiful prick in her mouth. She couldn't believe that it was happening. And her uncle was letting it go on.
"Baby ... Patsy ... stop honey, stop!"
She eased her lips away from his glans. The thought of feeling those creamy juices squirting onto her tongue made her dizzy with lust.
"We can't stay here honey," Travis was saying. "My wife is up and if she happened to look out here...."
Patsy got up and put her hand in her uncle's. He led her down towards the lake. It seemed they walked a long ways. The breeze had stopped though and she wasn't cold any more. But Travis took off his shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders anyway. Then they could see the dark shadows of their campground way back up by the trees.
"This is far enough." Travis sat on the beach and spread his legs. He made Patsy lie on her belly before him, her mouth very close to his cock. Then as she perched on elbows and took his cock in both hands, Travis watched her jack the foreskin back from his tip. "Christ, you do that like you know what it does to me."
"Slow is better?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah baby, slow is almost always better."
Patsy smiled and watched the tightly clinging membrane slip away from the purple, spit-shiny flesh underneath. When his hot cock was exposed again she gave a little whimper of excitement and wallowed her lips down over it like before. This time Travis seemed so excited he was half out of his head. He worked his hips around as he watched her begin to bob her head again. She tried to take him a little deeper each time her head fell. It was easier that way, just getting a fraction of an inch more with each suck. And Travis sure liked it. Sucking on him like that made her own pussy smolder. She felt the itchy tingle when she rocked her hips. Rubbing her cunt mound against the soft sand excited her too. But she had to be careful not to get any inside her.
"God damn honey..." Travis groaned, lying back. Patsy was beside herself with lusty excitement now. She jacked his skin with both hands, sucking on him furiously.
Her uncle sat up again, watching the pale moonlight illuminate her excited face. It made it that much more erotic to be watched. Watched by her own uncle as she sucked his cock. And Patsy also found the naughtiness of the scene extremely erotic. She was wicked and glad to be. Especially since being wicked like this meant so much pleasure.
"Oh, baby doll, you're gonna get a mouthful if you keep doing that."
For the first time it really hit Patsy that she would have to swallow her uncle's cum when it spurted. Either that or spit it out. And she didn't think that would be possible. She remembered the sharp smell of Gene's seed the night he spurted all over her tummy and breasts.
"Hey Patsy darling, you'd better stop that now. I think it's time we got down to business." Her uncle said this with a sexy chuckle and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her forward, pushing her legs up over the tops of his thighs. She let him pull her into his arms. They were facing each other, her belly brushing his as he held her trim ass above his cock. Her uncle was sitting on the sand, his legs outstretched and she was sitting with her thighs resting on his. It put their bodies in perfect position for doing it. She could even squeeze him by locking her ankles behind his back. He grunted when she did, kissing her face hungrily.
"Christ, you're a young one. I'm really starting to realize just how young."
"You like me that way? Young?"
"Yeah. And I can't wait to get into that tight little cunt of yours."
"You're awful big Uncle Travis. I hope it doesn't hurt."
She looked down at the dark knob that jutted up between her pussy and her uncle's stomach. Her fingers petted it as he lifted her ass up again and pulled her gently forward. He eased her down again and this time the smooth, slippery lips of her pussy were forced out by that rounded shape. She could hold herself up off it by scissoring her thighs tight around his middle. The head brushed across her cunt hole and the muscles squeezed closed as if by instinct. But she forced herself to relax, to try and drop some of her weight down. Her thin arms clung to her uncle's neck as she panted, her head lolling forward. She was drooling, trembling with the experience of feeling something so fantastically huge slide up into her hole.
"Ohhhh Uncle Travis! It's hurting!"
"It's got to hurt a little. You're only sixteen, baby. And I've got a pretty big prick. It'll stretch you and then it won't hurt."
"Uhhnnnn, it is stretching me! I can feel it sliding in. Ohhhh shit, it's hot!"
"Baby, hold on! God damn, you're tighter than hell!"
"Uncle Tra-a-a-a-vuhhhhssss!"
Patsy was trying to be careful. That feeling between her thighs was arousing her to such a fever pitch that she couldn't keep still. And she was afraid that too much squirming around might tear something delicate inside her. She was so soft and squishy down there. Her heart pounded, her eyes fluttered as she kissed her uncle's neck.
"I love you Uncle Travis! Ohhhh damn, isn't this the best thing in the world?"
"Easy honey, don't hurt yourself." His big hands cradled her jerking bottom, caressing the white halves of youthful flesh. Her juices dribbled out of her slit and down onto his fingers. She could hear the squishy sound of his glans making room for itself. But the flared barb had still not gotten past that convulsing ring of muscles.
"Uhhnnnn, it won't fit! Ohhh, you're too big!"
"Pump your hips darling," Travis breathed, "that's it. Forward and back. like you're fucking. Yeah, it's going in now. I can feel your insides slipping down around me! Jesus ... god ... ohhhhhhh!"
"Uncle Travis! I can feel it too. But it hurts."
Patsy was shivering all over as the jolts of pleasure swept through her. The pain was real but the enjoyment was even more real! It made her cry out again and again. The itchy rub of her vulva against that buttery glans that was penetrating her! And then she felt it slip past the tightened ring of muscles. With a wet sound it stabbed into her adolescent cunt, stabbed three hot inches. She sucked in a breath and her belly pulled in sharply under her ribs. Her tits were firm, quivering swells as she arched back from the pressure of that cock inside her.
And with her pink nipples pushed up into her uncle's face, he couldn't resist feasting on them. As his hot tongue raked the sensitive nubs, Patsy gave another whimper and began to rock her hips from side to side. The rocking movement let more of her clasping cunt slide down onto her uncle's shaft. The hardened cock meat throbbed inside her. She had never known what it was like to be really full.
"Nhhhuuuhhh, it's so good. Ohhhh Travis, I don't think I'll be able to stand seeing you go. Not now! Not after I know what it's like to have you in my cunt."
"Damn you are a hot little angel." He kissed her hard, his tongue fighting hers as she whined and clung tighter to his neck. Patsy could picture herself sitting on her uncle's lap on the sand impaled on his thick, pulsing cock and squirming like crazy as she slipped down. She was skewering herself on his prick, the hot juices flooding from the edges of her pussy.
Patsy could feel the press of his chest against her nipples, the heaving warmth of their bellies touching. She crossed her heels again and squeezed his waist, bringing her body up. As his cocktip eased away from the hot suck of her cunt folds, Travis made a growl in his throat and tried to pump his hips. But being in a sitting position made it hard for him to do much good. Patsy realized she had control of the situation.
"How bad do you want it?" she teased, licking Travis' chin.
"Bad. Real bad."
"That bad?"
"You wicked little cunt," he laughed, trying to catch her mouth with his. She let him feel the heated velvet of her pussy again but just as the dainty-slick folds caressed his glans she snatched them away again. Travis let out a shuddering breath and buried his mouth in the hollow of her neck.
Patsy felt glorious! Desired the way grown women were desired by grown men. She wasn't a kid anymore. Her uncle wanted her, would do anything to have her.
"Ohhhh I feel so slick and squirmy down there," she gasped, her young hips plunging wildly now as more of her uncle's prick speared her. Her writhing weight' was steadily forcing her cunt down him again. "And you're getting bigger! I can feel your cock bulging inside me. It's like a heartbeat or something ... Uhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Hold on honey, it won't last much longer."
"Ohhhh, Travis, you won't knock me up, will you?"
"I don't even care right now baby, do you?"
"Nhhhoooo! I don't care at all! Ohhhh fuck me, Travis, fuck me till I'm crazy. I don't care."
She clung to his muscled chest, her trim ass dancing over the spike of hardened cock-flesh. The sexy sound of their parts rubbing together only heightened her shivery pleasure. She could feel the tingling sensations around her clit. The hot finger was being pulled as the surrounding flesh was stretched by the size of her uncle's prick. And as the jolts of ecstasy made her cry out, she heard Travis groan too, his fingers tightening around her waist as he shoved her down harder on his exploding cock.
"Whhuuuuhh!"
"Yeah baby ... Chr-i-i-i-i-st!"
Though her cousin Gene hadn't been able to get all the way inside her, Travis was stretching her insides to fit him. Maybe she was more excited, or maybe she was growing. But somehow it fit and as she felt the blood-heated glans press the mouth of her womb she screamed again and kicked her feet behind Travis' back. Then the shaft of his cock surged and she felt something hot fountain inside her.
"Ohhhhhhh, Travuuuuhhhhhsssss!"
"Honey baby," he grunted, working his ass in the sand. "God damn...! "
The white curds were spurting from the edges of her pussy now. She felt the cum drip down her slit. She was wiggling and pumping, going half crazy with lust. Her thin body was spiked on her uncle's prick and as she squirmed and bucked he shot her full of cum.
* * *
It was more than a half-hour later when Patsy limped back to her tent and squeezed inside. Her unsteady condition awoke Monique and she sat up as if in a panic.
"Oh shit, I fell asleep. I'm supposed to go meet...." Monique's hand brushed Patsy's naked thigh. "Where have you been Patsy?"
"Keeping my uncle from being lonely," she whispered back. "Oh Monique, don't be angry with me but I couldn't resist taking your place. I've been thinking about it ever since I saw you two going at it up in the meadow."
"So you were peeking. Oh god Patsy, I never thought that you'd be sneaking around watching people being intimate. I mean, really." Monique fumbled in the dark. "Where's that damned brandy?"
"There might be a little left," Patsy said holding up the bottle. Monique drank.
"Now he'll be all worn out. And I was counting on it. I had my heart set on it."
Outside Patsy heard footsteps. Then the fly of the tent was spread open and the two girls were looking into Travis' face. He grinned and squeezed into the tent.
"Louise is still dead to the world," he whispered. "I thought maybe you two would like to play a few more games tonight."
Monique looked at Patsy. Patsy blushed. The moonlight on the side of the tent was enough illumination that they could see the size of Travis' erection. Patsy wasn't sure she could get into a two-on-one thing. But when Travis crawled forward, spread her thighs and began to lick her juicy clit, she let out a soft moan and fell back against her sleeping bag, her fingers tangling in his curly hair. And while her pussy was being gingerly devoured by her uncle's hot mouth, Monique scooted under him and began to jack the skin of his prick. Patsy heard the slurp as her friend sucked Travis' cock deeply.
"Ohhhh," Patsy sighed, as the steady licking of her slit sent tendrils of joy spreading through her body. "What a vacation..."
"Mmmmmm," moaned Monique.
"Yeah girls, this is really fine."
Patsy wrapped her legs up over her uncle's shoulders and began to squirm as his mouth sucked hungrily at her entire cunt mound. Then she closed her eyes and waited for the wondrous pleasure to spread through every nerve.
CHAPTER NINE
"It's kinda dead with your uncle gone," Monique said. She was sprawled across Patsy's bed with a movie mag. The girls had been lolling away the morning, Monique naked except for a pair of bright blue nylon panties, Patsy wearing nothing at all.
"After that camping trip I don't think I'll ever be the same. But you couldn't expect him to just tell his wife to drive on back home without him." Patsy frowned and squinted at the crossword puzzle she was trying to work. "That's the trouble with married men. They don't have any morals."
"Hah! You're a fine one to talk about morals. After what we did together in that tent! Even I was a little shy when Travis..." Monique shivered and rubbed a hand down over her panty crotch.
"You mean when he made you sit on his face and me on his cock?"
"Yeah, it was pretty strange. The two of us facing each other." Monique sighed again. "I watched you come and you watched me come."
"...and Travis came all over the place."
Monique wrinkled her nose. "It did get messy at the last, didn't it?"
"I didn't care. I've gotten to kinda like the smell of it. It's so slick."
"Would you quit talking like that," Monique hissed. "You'll get me all worked up. And Travis is gone."
"He left his son at least," Patsy said, smiling naughtily.
"And you know why Gene is hanging around, don't you?"
"Not for us, that's for sure."
"It was your mom who insisted that he stay. She was the one who convinced your aunt and uncle that she needed so many odd jobs done this summer."
Patsy frowned again. "She even takes him to work with her sometimes. You'd think my dad would suspect something."
"Maybe he does. And just doesn't care." Monique looked at her nails. "I mean, maybe he's worn out."
"Linda sure isn't."
"Nor Gene. I'll bet the two of them Monique hugged herself, her big tits pooching softly upwards. "Ohhh, did she take him away again this morning?"
Patsy's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Let's go see!"
The house was empty as Patsy led her friend down the narrow hallway. They stopped at Gene's closed door and Monique put her ear against it.
"I don't hear anything."
"He's probably pooped from last night. I heard him and mom going at it in the kitchen."
Monique turned the knob slowly and eased the door open. The two of them saw him at the same time. He was sleeping on his back without a stitch on. He looked like a young greek god and Patsy's mouth watered. She hadn't been fucked since Travis had given her a thorough screwing the morning before they left the campground.
"Oh, let's go get him good," Monique whispered, dark hair water falling over the fronts of her shoulders. Her big tits bounced as she tip-toed towards the unsuspecting Gene. Patsy crept along behind her, excited by the daring game they were attempting to pull off.
"Hey, you two...," Gene gasped, opening his eyes. But Monique was already pressing her mouth down over one of his small male nipples. Her tongue worked against the tender spot and Gene groaned and grabbed her hair. Patsy had crawled between his legs and fumbled with the half-hard prick before corralling it and getting her lips around the soft head. A few flicks of her tongue firmed his meat up quickly. She lapped at the lobes on the underside, her own pussy dripping with anticipation.
"Don't you dare tell Linda," Monique warned him. Gene was smiling weakly now. He shook his head.
"I surrender. Nobody'll ever know."
Patsy was really getting into sucking her cousin's cock. She'd missed tasting her uncle's cum while on that camping trip. But now all her fears had been replaced by a burning curiosity. And as Gene writhed and her fingers stroked and squeezed his balls, she felt the surge of his cock.
"Getting good?" she breathed, taking her lips away from him long enough to make him beg for more.
"Please don't stop now Patsy," he gasped. Then Monique covered his mouth with hers and Patsy heard the sucking, passionate kiss. She licked the feverish glans she held between thumb and forefinger. Then slowly, with excruciating gentleness, she began to nurse on it again. The rounded cock jumped as she licked it with sexy movements.
"Hnnnaaaaahh," Gene moaned, but Monique was kissing him again then, stifling his cries. Patsy mouthed his cock with satiny strokes. It was so big that she could hardly believe it. It was shuddering like a bomb about to go. Then with a final sucking lick she brought hot streams of cum boiling onto her tongue. It's not bad, she thought. In fact it's damned good!
