Her parents had named her Michelle, but no one had called her that as long as she had been able to remember. Her name was Micki, and as far as she was concerned it would always be Micki. She was all of five-feet-three inches tall, with long, red hair that looked like a torch. Her white flesh had just the right touch of pinkness in it to keep her from being an albino, and she had large hazel eyes that were always questioning. Her short, straight nose was perfect for her oval face, and she had naturally pursed lips that made every man who saw her want to kiss her. Her body was taut and trim, with a pair of perfect thirty-six-C breasts that always seemed to flow out of the tight brassieres she wore, pressing against the translucent whiteness of her blouses.
She had been poor as long as she lived, which was for seventeen years. At one point things had seemed so bad, it appeared as if her entire family would starve to death. She was the oldest of five daughters and four sons. Her parents were good at making babies, but not much good at making money.
It was her uncle, Alfred Benente, her mother's only brother, who was good at making money. But he was a bachelor and so had no heirs. So, when things seemed their gloomiest for the Montief Family, Micki's uncle came to them and offered to pay the family's food bills as well as their rent in the small three-bedroom apartment. Actually it only had two bedrooms, so the parents had to sleep on a sofa-bed in the living room. More than once Micki had heard her parents in the process of manufacturing another sister or brother for her. Her mother, realizing she had overheard them at night, explained it was fine to do such things once she was married, but it was a horrible sin to become involved with any man prior to marriage. God would strike her dead if she willingly allowed her body to be used by men. Micki had been so impressed and terrified, although she had gone out on many dates, she had never allowed any boys to put their hands on her.
Now Uncle Alfred was offering to make her his heir while paying for her parents' and brothers' and sisters' food, rent, and even their clothing. All she had to do was come live with him in his big, empty mansion. And though she hadn't been willing, her father had almost beaten her into convincing her. All the while her mother reminded her she was to be a "good" girl.
She wondered if Uncle Alfred needed someone to cook and dean for him, but once at the mansion, she saw all his servants, and so naively wondered just why her uncle had "purchased" her from her parents.
Uncle Alfred was forty-six-years old, a bit on the portly side, with a round, jovial face, and dark hair, cut short but in no way thinning or starting to turn grey. He was, quite honestly, a very good-looking man.
Feeling very small, and more than a little afraid, Micki joined her uncle in his huge dining room for a large supper. Afterward, he took her into his private den, and said, "Are you still wondering why I've selected you to come here with me?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Let me explain," he said to her. "Fm a bachelor, and I have no children to inherit my estates, which are quite vast. And so... "
"And so you want to make me your heir?" Micki asked.
"In a way," Alfred nodded. "You see, I want you to produce my heirs... my children. You come from good, sturdy stock, and I think you would make a marvelous mother."
"Uncle, are you saying you wish to marry me?" she inquired.
"Eventually," he nodded. "But you see, I have to make certain you're capable of producing children before I marry you. Marriage is a one-time thing as far as I'm concerned, and I will not marry any woman until I am certain she is fertile."
"I'm afraid I don't understand," Micki shrugged.
"I have some movies for you to watch," he told her. "Afterward I'll explain everything more fully."
He turned out the lights and a light came from a small square cut in the back wall. It was like being in her own movie house. She settled back on the large sofa and watched.
Story wise, it was a terrible movie. In fact, it had no real plot or theme at all. The direction was terrible, the lighting was poor, and the actors involved had no speaking talent whatsoever.
The photography, she had to admit, was excellent in spite of the poor lighting. The picture itself was sharp, letting her see everything clearly. The camera was steady, and the close-ups were unbelievable,, considering what the close-up shots were. The color was very good and it was obvious the actors involved were very enthusiastic about their performances. This was what her friends called a true hardcore, triple-X-rated porno motion picture, and it was the first one Micki had ever seen.
Micki was unable to understand why her uncle was so insistent that she see this film, considering that her parents would have punished her for a month had they learned she had gone to see such a picture. Knowing that everything she was watching was forbidden as far as she was concerned, she enjoyed seeing others perform it all the more. True, she had heard about people doing things like this, and she and her girl friends had, at one time or another, even talked about sex. But the actual doing was something so new to her she didn't feel completely at ease watching what was happening. Funny little feelings were exploding through her, and she didn't understand why.
As she watched, she noticed the hero and heroine were in some kind of weird living room with all kinds of different chairs and tables. The two were supposedly rapping about the true values of life, all the time knocking down what were supposed to be either pep pills or some kind of aphrodisiac. In real life, had either of them swallowed so many pills they'd both be in a hospital. Micki had to admit the hero was well-built, especially when he started removing his clothing. His arms were pure muscle, his chest was solid granite, and his waist was slim and narrow, the way all heroes were supposed to look.
The heroine was a beautiful girl with long brown hair, and she was quickly undressing, as well. She had very large breasts, so large that despite her youth they were starting to hang. Micki was proud of the fact that her own breasts were full, yet not overly heavy. The girl on the screen left the wisp of her panties on, keeping her pelvis barely covered though the brown curls covering her pubis came right through the flimsy material.
Micki stared as the man took off his undershorts, turning beet-red as blood flowed to her face. This was the first time she had ever seen an erect penis. True, she had at one time or another seen her brothers', and she had even studied the human body in high school. But she had never seen an erect phallus before. Now, the one on the screen was in close-up, and she stared with wide eyes, seeing how stiff and solid it looked. The shaft, itself, was half-white and half pink. The lower half was white, the upper half pink, and the very top--the part that looked like a World War II German helmet-was bright red, even redder than her face. The instrument was so thick it looked to be nearly as heavy as her slender forearm. When the camera cut to the girl, she saw the trembling anticipation in her eyes. Well, she understood why the girl was trembling, but what was there to anticipate?
The man in the movie, obviously aroused at the sight of the naked girl, moved to her and pulled her into his arms, pressing the swollen fullness of her large breasts against the firmness of his chest. He seemed to tremble with anxiousness as the woman's extended nipples pressed into his hard chest. And as if contact with his pectorals was a signal, the woman's nipples appeared to stiffen and harden even more. This caused them to press all the more firmly against the man's body, thereby causing the tension between them to mount even higher.
The woman's white arms encircled his body, pulling him all the more tightly against her. There was a close-up of their lips melding together, pressing tightly, then opening, parting so their tongues emerged, moving like wiggling snakes, feeling their way, seeking, eventually finding. Throaty sounds of salacious hunger came from deep in their throats as their tongues pressed firmly against one another, then caressed each other, licking here, there, and everywhere in each other's mouths. It was obvious the man was feeling more and more thrilled, sucking on the female's tongue, licking into her mouth and touching her palate. Then his tongue stabbed far back, reaching into the depths of her anxious throat, seeking, searching.
It was apparent to Micki that the man on the screen had the sureness of experience about him, somehow instinctively knowing the best way to arouse a woman. He was teasing and arousing her very surely and suavely. There was no doubt that he was naturally sexy, and capable of building enthrallment in just about any woman. Micki decided a man like that might very easily convince her to commit a sinful act, too. At the moment it was an easy decision to make, since nothing was really happening to her. She wondered if her uncle was aware how wrong it was to show such movies to someone like her. Heck, it was even wrong for him to watch, but when she looked at him, he was sitting back in a large chair, sipping a bourbon on the rocks and accepting what was taking place on the screen very matter-of-factly.
The woman in the film wrapped her two arms tightly around the good-looking man's head, pulling his face even closer to hers, locking her mouth against his, allowing her lingual digit to flutter against his as if both would eventually blend into a single organ. The man's fingers started stroking the woman's back and continued doing so until she writhed, thereby informing him she was unable to stand what he was doing. It was the female who pulled away, ending the kiss. She broke from him, pulling back only slightly. His hands reached up and filled themselves with the meatiness of her breasts, squeezing their full, fleshy mounds, causing her to wriggle even more.
The man was affected... this was all too plain. He was enjoying that wonderful burning sense of inner desire as it roared through him. It was plain to Micki that the man was making the most of the woman, getting a full measure of enjoyment from the touch of her nakedness. She stared as his fingers gripped the woman's nipples and pulling, massaging, yanking, encircling, turning what was a light brown pellet into a reddish-brown bullet. The nipple continued swelling and stretching, enlarging itself to greater and greater size, inflamed with the lust implanted in it by the man's working fingers.
The camera then moved lower, showing the two rubbing their crotches together. Micki stared at the hard length of manly hose pressed straight up between their two bodies, leaking a colorless ointment from its head. She stared at the wet stickiness oozing from the tiny slit that resembled an unseeing eye right in the center of the domelike head. The fluid it was leaking was dribbling all over the girl's scanty panties, making them wet.
"Come on," the woman on the screen invited, her voice husky with want and desire. "Fuck that cock into me."
Fuck? To Micki that had always been a curse word. But in this case "fuck" was a verb, and obviously a doing verb. And as for cock, well Micki knew what that was. Every girl in her school knew the meaning of that word.
She gazed raptly as the woman on the screen pulled herself closer to the leaking phallic spire, rubbing it against her flat belly, causing the seepage to dribble all over her. "I want to know how it feels to have your cock in my cunt."
Cunt was another word with which she was familiar. And as for a cock going into a cunt, well that's what her mother and father always did, and what her mother always warned her against. Still, it would be interesting to actually watch how it was done. After all, more than once she had examined her own vagina, and she was certain a man's penis, once stiff, had to be no thicker than her pinky for it to fit inside her. Yet here was this obviously grotesque, immense spear about to forge its way into this woman's narrow opening. Was it really possible for such greatness to fit into the narrowly slender hole of a woman? Micki was fairly certain it was impossible.
"Fuck me now," the woman begged, "I'm so hot I just have to have it. Ram that big, fat juicy penis into me, you wonderful man."
Aha! Now Micki understood. The word "fuck" meant that the man would attempt pushing his fat penis into the woman's narrow vagina. Micki was still sure it was all but impossible.
As she watched, the man on the screen tore the panties from the woman. Now she was as naked as he.
A lusty growl came from inside the man's hungry throat as he threw the woman on the nearest handy exotic sofa, dropping his own body on top of hers. His hands slid down and tightly gripped her hips as he firmly rubbed his body against her immense breast-pillows. His mouth was kissing the woman's throat, planting burning kisses of flaming passion there. And then Micki watched as he pushed his face between the two mountains, licking into the cleft with his tongue. His hands were massaging and squeezing the woman's burning breast points.
As Micki watched, the woman began nibbling on the man's earlobe. She stared, seeing the woman stab her tongue into the sensitive aural center. The man began trembling as if someone had stabbed him with a branding iron. His writhing motions let both, the woman on the screen, and the redheaded Micki know just how much he liked it. The dark-haired woman on the screen began touching the man all over, and one of her questing hands slid between their bodies and tightly gripped the hard length of his solid cock.
"What a delicious-looking prick," the actress murmured as the tender tips of her moving fingers surrounded and tightly clasped the throbbing organ.
Prick! Micki thought to herself. Yes, that was another name for the penis. It was amazing just how many slang names people used to describe a simple male organ. But what did the woman mean by delicious-looking? Surely men's penises weren't meant to be eaten.
Shrugging to herself, she watched as the man tugged the woman closely to his body while lying on top of her, gripping her tongue with his teeth and literally chewing it into his own mouth, trying to swallow it. And the woman, in turn rubbed the entire sinuous length of her long, winding, curvy body against the solidly wriggling muscular form of the man, parting her thighs so she was able to feel the length of his masculine hose rub itself against her wetly juicy vaginal slash.
When their mouths separated again, the female whispered, "Do it, now! Fuck me, right now!"
The scene cut to her loins as they opened to allow Micki to see a full, convexly pouting vagina with deep coral inner lips that were wet with the juices the woman was emitting. It gaped widely, preparing itself for the invasion of the man's thick penis.
Goodness, Micki thought to herself, will I get that red down there and that wet down there when my time comes?
Micki was positive the hole, as wide open as it was, simply would not be able to hold the immensely thick length of penis attached to the man's thighs. It was impossible. There was no other word for it. Even though the hole was a swamp of seething juices, it looked much too narrow. She was certain the man's penis would not fit inside.
"Jam that thing into my pussy," Micki heard the actress gasp.
Pussy! That was another of those vulgar words boys used to describe the vaginal part of a woman's anatomy.
The woman in the movie ran her hands swiftly over the man's all-too-solid body, and it was obvious from the close-up of her eyes she was enjoying herself. She didn't have to put on any kind of an act. Merely feeling the man's body was giving her tremendous pleasure. There was another close-up, this time of the woman's hands as they pressed into the flat buttocks of the man, rubbing the slender gluteal mounds very briskly. A shot of his hands lightly roaming over her body was next, as if she were a braille book in need of constant reading.
The next cut treated Micki to a shot from below, looking up, showing the way the man's thick penis was rubbing itself back and forth between the pink lips of the woman's wetness. It pressed itself all the harder against the sodden vagina, and the pouting lips slowly separated. Micki watched the actress raise her body slightly, then reach beneath with her right hand until her fingers surrounded the dripping lips of her vagina, tugging them open.
"Wider," the man was whispering in the woman's ear as he chewed on her lobe.
Wider!!! Was the man insane? There was no way on earth the woman would be able to open her vaginal lips any wider.
But as Micki watched, the woman manipulated her fingers around the rim of her elastic labia. Then the fingers began pressing and tugging, and slowly, very slowly, the juicy vaginal lips began to open wider, easing the way for the massive penile pole.
Micki had her eyes glued to the screen, unable to look away as the close-up let her see the head of the pulsing prick slowly pushing its way into the throbbing vaginal orifice, widening the labia even more. The tight vulva proved their elasticity, expanding more and more, enlarging, preparing to take the entire breadth of the massive penis. Micki noticed that although the phallus was working its way into the narrowly tight cunt, the man wasn't able to simply push it all the way in with ease. He really had to make an effort to get it in. The taut insides of the woman's narrow vagina tried resisting, massaging and tightly closing around the swollen thickness. But the penis was insistent, driving itself deeper, deeper, deeper, until it was all the way inside. The solidly meaty muscle was so far in, the hairs surrounding its base were intermingling with the dark, brown hairs surrounding the entrance to the woman's fiery kiln. Micki stared in awe as the throbbing penis attempted to embed itself even deeper, but there simply was no more cock left to shove inside.
Now she had a complete view of the man's taut buttocks as they strained, gleaming with a heavy coat of slick perspiration. But her eyes stared most intently at the way the penis was totally buried in the actress's tight vagina with his dangling balls slapping against the wide-open crack in the woman's ass, touching her asshole.
To Micki, it seemed as if the woman at whom she was staring had been born simply to perform this particular act at this particular moment. She was a body surrounding a hole designed to be filled by a solidly thrusting cock. In other words, she was a woman whose sole purpose in life was to be fucked. Her entire body was aching and pleading to have the length of penis pump into it again and again. At this moment there seemed no other reason for this woman's existence other than fucking.
But then, it occurred to Micki that if this one woman, on the screen was meant to be fucked why then all females were meant to be fucked. Even she was meant to be fucked.
No! It had to be wrong. Her mother had warned her about such evils. No! She must not think this way. No matter how natural and correct it seemed on the screen, unmarried women must not participate in such things. This whole thing was completely wrong.
"No!" Micki shouted out loud. "This is wrong. Uncle, what's the matter with you? Why are you showing these wicked things to me? You know it's all wrong."
"Watch," her uncle said quietly, taking another pull at his Old Granddad.
So Micki watched. She saw how both of them achieved orgasm, the man pulling his penis from the woman's vagina at the last minute and squirting the milky white fluid all over her pelvis. Afterward, there were three more films with different couples performing. One showed a man using his mouth on a woman's vagina to bring her to her peak, and in the film it was referred to as eating, cunt-eating, pussy-eating, and cunnilingus. The next film was on the subject of anal/genital sex, with a man fitting an enormously thick penis into the even tighter hole of a woman's anus. Micki felt sympathetic pain as she watched, and the final film was entitled FELLATIO, where she saw a woman do with her mouth what other women had done with their vaginas and anuses. When she saw the white fluid shooting into the actress's mouth, she felt nauseated.
CHAPTER TWO
Alfred Benente, or Uncle Alfred as Micki had always known him, had always been a gentle, kind man. Though slightly portly, he had always been a handsome man in his niece's eyes. He used to visit the Montief Family at least once a week, always bringing groceries, never asking for anything in return... until today.
Earlier that day, he, her mother, and her father had locked themselves in the small kitchen and had talked for more than two hours. At times, her father shouted, and it appeared as if he intended giving Uncle Alfred a bloody nose. But whatever it was that Uncle Alfred had to say was finally said, and eventually agreed to.
Now Micki began to understand. Her uncle had, in essence, "bought" her from her family. He wanted a wife, and she was to be that wife... if she was able to become pregnant.
When the movie was over, she looked at her uncle once the lights went on, and asked, "Why did you show me these Films?"
"These, my dear," he said, finishing his bourbon, "are all the many ways you will be expected to please me."
"But what you want me to do is wrong," she insisted. "Besides, I've never thought of you this way. I've always thought of you as... well... "
"A nice, chubby man who was kind enough to bring everyone presents, but who didn't have the same wants and needs as other men," he finished. "Micki, to be very frank, from the day you were born I lusted after you. You were the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen. Because you were born, I compared all other females to you and found them physically lacking. Fate has unkindly put you in a position where I can make you mine. But I won't marry you or any other woman until I'm certain of your ability to become pregnant."
"Uncle, don't you understand, what you want of me is a mortal sin," she insisted. "I can't do it. I won't do it."
"You can always return to your parents," he told her, puffing on the Corona Royale in his right hand. "Of course, if you do, I'll withdraw all my help. At present, your father is out of a job, and without me they won't be able to pay next month's rent."
"You'd do that to your own sister?" Micki asked, horrified.
"I want you, Micki," he told her. "I mean to have you any way possible."
Micki was stunned. Her uncle, her jovial, loving uncle, was telling her he intended fucking her. And if she refused to commit this ghastly sin with him he would, in essence, kill her entire family by withholding financial aid. And he would go on sinfully fucking her until she became pregnant. Then, and only then, would he willingly marry her and erase the shame. And if she was unable to conceive... what then?
"If I can't become pregnant?" she asked.
"You'll live with me until you find a man of your own choosing," he told her. "And I'll go on helping your family indefinitely."
"My God!" Micki gasped. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Micki, you're acting as if I'm asking you to do something terrible."
"But you are. It's sinful."
"Only because your mother says so. The truth of the matter is, all women, married or not, need sexual comfort at some time in their lives. I'm telling you right now, honey, going to bed with me is probably the luckiest thing to ever happen to you in your entire life. If you stayed with your parents, it wouldn't be long before you had to make your living with your body, going with all kinds of men, picking up any of a number of various diseases."
"I'd never do such a horrible thing," Micki insisted. "And the truth is, I don't want to go to bed with you, Uncle. I mean, I just can't see us..."
"Fucking is the word you're looking for," Alfred told her, sighing as he put his cigar out. "But for the past seventeen years that's all I've been able to see. You see, I not only lust for you, dear girl, but I really do love you."
"But I don't love you that way."
"Of course not. That kind of love is something you'll have to learn."
"I'll run away, first."
"Micki, you're free to leave at any time," her uncle insisted. "Come over here."
He was standing near the window, and she walked over to where he was standing.
"Do you see the blue phone on the desk?" he asked.
She looked down at the desk, and seeing the phone, said, "Yes. What about it?"
"That's the phone to the chauffeur's quarters. I've hired him for you. He is yours, to take you wherever you wish to go, whenever you wish to go. You'll find a blue phone in your room, as well. I won't force you to stay here, but I'm warning you, if you do stay here, I'll do anything and everything I have to, to make you give your body to me. The choice is yours."
"I'm all confused," Micki gasped.
"There's no reason for confusion," he told her. "I need sons. You have a healthy young body. All you have to do is prove you can give me children, and you will be wealthy the rest of your life."
"But it's wrong. It's a mortal sin."
"That, my dear, is, if you will pardon the expression, a crock of shit your mother drummed into your head. Well I intend literally fucking it out of you."
"No!" Micki screamed, her hands clamped over her ears as she turned and ran from the room. She hurried up the stairs to her bedroom... the room that was designated as hers. It was decorated in pink, with pink curtains, a pink bedspread, light pink walls, even pink lights. She had a private bathroom, with pink tile, pink mirrors, and pink lights.
Sitting on the oversized round bed, the young redhead began crying as she trembled.
Minutes passed and she was unable to stop sobbing. This was a nightmare. And to think her Uncle Alfred, the uncle she had loved more than anyone in the whole world was the one responsible.
The door to her room opened, and her uncle walked in, wearing a dressing gown. He smelled freshly shaved, and he sat on the bed beside her, putting a gentle arm around her shoulders, saying, "You'll see, Micki. It won't be nearly as bad as you believe at this moment."
His hand was lightly caressing her soft throat, and Micki became aware of the artery in her throat, pulsing insanely because of his touch. She felt nervous and terrified, recalling her mother's constant caution. There was a strong sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she tried pulling away from him. But his arm was tightly around her shoulder, now, pulling her slender form closer to his weighty body. His mouth was scant inches from hers, and she smelled the mouthwash on his breath as he whispered, "Now, Micki, now. Let's not waste any more time. I promise you'll learn to love me."
"Oh no," she cried, weeping bitter tears from beneath fluttering eyelids. The shame and fear she felt burning inside her was very real.
The arm around her shoulder tightened even more. Micki tried very hard to pull away from the man. And then her uncle was kissing her just like that first couple she had seen in the film, earlier. His lips were pressing against hers, trying to open them. She kept her mouth clamped tightly shut, though the sensation of his tongue washing across her lips made her inwardly shudder. She was certain she was trembling with disgust and embarrassment.
Alfred thrilled to the tender pressure of his niece's lips against his. His arm was almost brutal in the way it held her against him as he used his tongue like a lever to force her lips apart. And then he was pushing his tongue into her mouth, feeling the softness of her lips as they parted unwillingly.
Yes, the little redhead was everything he had looked forward to. She had spirit, lots of spirit. Good! She wasn't a simpering rag doll to be carelessly used. With each passing moment, Alfred Benente fell more and more in love with this little redhead who was so terrified of him. And because he loved her, he had to eventually bend her to his will without breaking her spirit. She needed dominating, and this he fully intended doing, but he wanted her eventually to be loving and fiery and lustful. It would take much time, but he was certain he'd be able to bring her around to his way of thinking.
"Please... " Micki whimpered, barely able to mumble the word before feeling his tongue totally fill her small mouth. Her heart was throbbing against her ribcage. The man's nearness frightened her as nothing in her life had previously been able to do. And in spite of the fact that he was a bit heavy, Micki sensed the strong masculinity exuding from him.
She felt the forcefulness of his arms around her, holding her very close as his anxious tongue continued worming its way through her small mouth, touching her gums, her palate, and each of her teeth. Though she was terrified to admit it, Micki realized her uncle was every bit the lover. He clutched her tightly to him, yet his firm grip was unbelievably gentle. His bruising lips burned themselves against hers, as he kissed her in a way she had never allowed any other male to do. In spite of his chunkiness, the man seemed to know how to do everything just right. It was as if Satan had created her uncle for the express purpose of leading her into sin. How was any man, so warm and good, able to perpetrate such villainy?
A pulsation of shuddering expectation charged through Alfred Benente, moving from the aching swells of his testicles all the way into his searing brain. He wanted this girl. God! He'd waited so long for her, he had to have her. Her mouth tasted like sweet strawberries to his lips, and her tongue was a deliciously sweet bit of slickness. Her breasts, more perfectly round than any he had ever seen before, felt like globes of fire as her nipples pressed through her blouse against his dressing gown. Not even the brassiere she wore was able to hide the solidity of those nipples. Lord! Each one of those breasts felt like a roundly solid apple, and he ached to sink his teeth into them.
Micki shuddered when her uncle's arm moved from around her shoulders down her back. She all but jumped when his hand squeezed the roundness of her buttocks. She pressed her tender body closer to his, not because she wanted to move closer to him, but because his other hand was on her breasts, and he was trying to move the hand lower. If she pressed herself solidly against him, she hoped to lock his hand against her mammaries and keep it from sliding lower. His knee was trying to press itself between her slender, pillarly thighs, and for the first time she became aware of the fact that he had a cock as it pressed through his dressing gown against her pelvis.
Micki felt the man's mouth crushing hers with its sucking softness, as if she were slowly, inexorably being drawn into quicksand. She began babbling incoherently into his mouth, half-frightened of the man's displeasure, but more frightened to do what he wanted. This was so wrong. She felt so humiliated. How in the name of all that was holy was this man able to force her to this? .God! It wasn't her fault. She didn't want it. She'd do any kind of penance, afterward. She'd even spend her life in a nunnery. Terrified, she began squirming and writhing, feeling his heated cock press more insistently against her. She was thankful his dressing gown was still covering it. As it was, unwanted heat was rising in her body, and she realized if this kept up, she might indeed lose control of herself. A warm kind of excitement was mounting in her as her perfect breasts seemed to enlarge under the skillful manipulation of his caressing hand. Dear God! She felt as if she were one of those women she had seen in the movies. Was it possible that deep down she was no better than a street whore? Her body was responding automatically to the man's certain touches. He handled her as deftly and as surely as the man in the movie had handled the woman.
"How dare you," she screamed, thinking that if she convinced him to reject her, then he would have to go on helping her family even though he no longer possessed her. And the way to make him reject her was to insult him. "You're a disgusting, filthy beast," she screamed. "I'll never willingly give myself to anyone like you."
The words didn't seem to affect him at all. He stood, pulling Micki to her feet, twirled her around, and tugged down the zipper of her skirt while actually ripping off the buttons of her blouse. He grabbed the bottom of her blouse and tugged, yanking it up over her head, while at the same time he began pulling down her skirt. Micki fought to try and keep her skirt, but his hands tore her blouse to shreds as he removed it from her beautifully white body.
"You're crazy," the terrified redhead shouted. "You'll hurt me. I know it. You'll hurt me."
"No more than is absolutely necessary," he insisted, his hands now tearing her skirt from her and throwing it aside. "Unfortunately, all virgins have to suffer a little pain, but I promise to try and keep your pain down to a minimum."
When she spun to face him, his arms wrapped themselves around her and reached for the clasp of her brassiere. This made her spin around and press her rump against his throbbing crotch. This gave him an opportunity to once again fill his hands with her rounded breasts.
"No!" she shrieked, weeping loudly, once again turning only to find him undoing her brassiere this time.
"Now," he murmured, breathing heavily, "we'll see to your shower."
"Uncle Alfred," she screamed, her arms and legs wildly flailing. "Don't do this... stop it... stop it, now... " Her long, lustrous red hair like summer lightning flashed this way and that.
"You did mention the fact that you always take a shower before going to bed," he said to her. "Well, you're going to bed down with me, so the time has come for us to help you take that shower," he insisted, tugging off her half slip, making her feel like a helpless mannequin.
Micki realized her uncle was getting some kind of sadistic thrill from her resistance. He had expected her to fight, and he was enjoying this almost as much as he expected to physically enjoy her in a little while. When she tugged herself away from him and tried moving around him, he blocked the way. She turned and tried moving another way, but he was there. She backed away from him, discovering the only place for her to go was the bathroom. She retreated slowly, then jumped into the bathroom with the idea of trying to slam the door in her uncle's face. But Alfred was there, preventing her from closing the door, and he turned on the pink lights, making Micki realize all their movements were being reflected in the many pink bathroom mirrors.
"For God's sake," she pleaded, "at least let me take my shower by myself." The tears were raining from her eyes.
Somehow, the man had managed to remove her shoes and then slide her pantyhose down. She still had her white bikini panties on, and though he'd opened the clasp of her brassiere, it was still being hugged against her slender body.
She was surrounded by her reflection on three sides, and looking at herself, Micki understood she was even more provocative in appearance at that moment than any of the women she had seen earlier, in the films. Perhaps what added to the illusion of desirability was her youth. All the females in the films she had seen were in their twenties. She was only seventeen, young and fresh, and... Good God! She was starting to think the way her uncle wanted her to think. She had to stop it, and stop it immediately. How horrible it was to see her like one of those whores, with the red wisps of hair peeping out the sides of her panty crotch. Her breasts were even rounder and fuller than they appeared when she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror in her parents' apartment. No matter how she tried covering herself with her hands there was no way to hide all her delectable flesh. Her uncle's burning eyes seemed able to see beyond those last vestiges of clothing. God! Was there no way out?
He was blocking the doorway, and the window was too narrow for her to use. Besides, they were on the second floor. All that was left was to retreat, and so she backed up, until she found herself stepping into the huge shower stall behind her.
Flattening her shivering body against the far wall of the shower, she felt utterly helpless and lost. Her uncle was going to ravish her body, forcing her into sin. She stared in absolute terror as her uncle removed his dressing gown and draped it over a nearby towel rack. He was naked. He was totally naked. And as he stood there, with his knuckled hands on his hips, laughing at her, she noticed that though he did have a slight roundness to his stomach, he wasn't nearly as fat as she had always imagined. True, he didn't have the huge biceps, triceps, and pectorals of the muscle men in the movies she had seen, but his skin was smooth, without pimples, and save for the roundness of his belly, there was almost no flab at all. She had seen some men with hanging flesh dangling from beneath their upper arms. Not him. He was hairy, but not too hairy. Yes, all his extra weight was carried in his belly, which though it stood out, didn't hang down.
It was his cock on which her eyes focused with unbelieving horror. It peered out from a dense jungle of black pelvic hair, and what a cock it was. In the different movies she had seen, Micki had seen four different men with four different sized organs. Each cock had seemed larger than the previous one; especially the one that was fellated. She had been unable to understand how the poor girl in the film had fitted all that muscle down her throat. But compared to the cock at which she was now staring, all the other organs were almost miniscule. The penis looked like it had been detached from a rhinoceros and grafted onto her uncle. It had to be somewhere close to nine full inches in length, and its breadth was almost half again as thick as the thickest phallus she had seen in those movies. This was a penis no human female might ever hope to take in any of her orifices. Was the man insane? Did he actually think she would permit him to try poking that immense log into her tender little body?
Micki began violently shuddering, her one hand now flat against the wall behind her, and her other arm spread out, pressing flatly against the wall to the side. She pushed back, hoping, praying some kind of secret passage would open and offer her an avenue of escape. God! She felt like some kind of helpless ewe lamb being led to the slaughter. He was making her his own virgin sacrifice, sacrificing that precious maidenhood of hers to himself. He didn't want to merely fuck her. He wanted to kill her, impaling her on the greatest skewer of all time. Please, please, please, she thought. Don't let it happen to me. I've always been a good girl. I want to remain a good girl.
But Micki knew, deep down, there simply was no escape from the massive truncheon. She knew he had every intention of doing to her what she had seen done to at least one of the girls on those movies she had watched. That gigantic spike that protruded from beneath his belly quivered as if it had a mind of its own, and knew exactly where it would be shortly buried.
Alfred entered the wide stall shower and stared into Micki's tear-filled eyes. Then he permitted his own eyes to slowly wander down, allowing them to caress the red-haired girl's trembling body.
"You're astonishingly beautiful," he said to her, talking in soft, gentle tones.
The girl's terror made her tremble, and she suddenly began gasping. The gasping caused her rounded, shimmering breasts to rise and fall with exquisite rhythm. Her nostrils enlarged and quivered because of the fear she felt, and her fingertips looked chalk-white where they pressed firmly into the tiled wall.
Staring into her uncle's eyes, Micki saw her reflection, and it was as if she was looking at herself with his brain. After having seen all those films she was able to understand, to some small extent, why her uncle was drawn to her. The sight she saw in his eyes didn't look real. It was almost like looking at two tiny motion picture screens. The terrified red-haired girl she saw was stunningly lovely, but it didn't look like herself. It was almost as if the frightened female filling her uncle's eyes was pleading... but not for him to go away. The terrorized girl looked as if she wanted him to rape her. Micki realized how ridiculous it all seemed, and hoped and prayed her uncle would leave her in peace. This nightmare had to come to an end.
When his hand reached out to touch her shoulder, caressing the rounded smoothness of her tender white flesh, she felt the warmth of his palm and it terrified her.
"I don't want to hurt you, Micki," he whispered. "Surely you understand that much. God, I love you, woman. I've always loved you, and now I want to love you the ultimate way. I want to love you as fully as any male is capable of loving a female. Don't be frightened. I'm going to turn on the shower and wash the both of us down. I want you to get used to my touching and caressing you. I want you to become so accustomed to my hand that it will never frighten you again."
Micki heard his hypnotic voice continuing to talk, murmuring one series of words after another as he spoke very softly, as if trying to mesmerize her into relaxing. He was trying to overcome her reticence; trying to turn her into a wicked woman. He was trying to change her mind and convince her that what was evil was good. Well she knew better. She simply closed her mind to what he was saying.
There was no way on earth he would make her willingly accept what he was going to do to her. And to think this was the one man she had trusted and even loved, in a way.
There was no way for her to return to her parents' apartment. In a way they were just as bad as her uncle, since they had sold him her body for money. She felt so confused, not knowing which way to really turn.
His hands were still caressing her shoulders, but moving down and slowly sliding her brassiere straps off. He moved them lower and lower until the cups fell, as well, and the undergarment hit the shower floor. All the while his eyes remained locked on her face, letting her look into them as if they were mirrors, seeing her terrified self.
With continuing slow and deliberate movements, Alfred's fingers began softly caressing her, moving along the white, bloated swells of her rounded breasts, running softly along the caps of her areolae, just barely touching her pink nipples. And all the while Micki stared at the frightened girl in her uncle's eyes, determined not to surrender her body willingly. She watched as the girl reflected in Alfred's eyes trembled when the man's hands continued lightly caressing her mammaries. But she was certain that she was strong within. She would be able to withstand whatever her uncle did to her. But at the same time she noticed the reflected girl writhing, almost as if she were enjoying being touched.
Her uncle's hands were moving again, sliding down the sides of her body to her waist, pushing the bikini panties down over her hips, letting them fall to the floor of the shower. The chubby man used his foot to kick the floored undergarments out of the shower, never once breaking the contact of their eyes. As long as Micki was able to look into his eyes and see what was happening she almost felt as if she was watching another movie and not as if she was seeing something that was happening to her. True, she felt wickedly tingly, and she knew it was all wrong, but her mind found it difficult to acquaint what she was seeing with what was actually taking place.
As Micki continued watching, her uncle stepped back in the wide stall shower. He was no longer concentrating on her face, but was now allowing his eyes to once again rove up and down her lithe form. The power of his eyes was such that she felt the pressure of his stares. She was all but completely under his spell, frightened as she was. To him, she looked like a human statue, all white with the littlest pink overtones, with fire attached to her head and burning from her pelvis. The girl felt his eyes move over the plane of her belly and the smoothness of her rounded hips. Her fragile slimness appeared to make her that much more defenseless and in need of the very man who was tormenting her.
His eyes continued staring, looking at the wonderful roundness of her pink-nippled breasts. Yes, they were the perfect size-not too small--and not heavy enough to make them hang. They looked like large ovals of ice cream resting against the flatness of white cake, capped by circles of strawberry syrup and peaked by maraschino cherries. Everything about her seemed perfection itself in the prejudiced eyes of Alfred Benente.
The sparse red curls on her pelvis were like slender tendrils of curling flame, making her look all the more like a perfect creation. He was able to see the beginnings of her pink cuntlips, but they were so tightly compressed together, only the barest hint of coral was visible. The almost snow whiteness of her flesh seemed to accent her fiery hair that much more.
Panting, terrified, not knowing what to do, Micki raised her eyes and once again stared at the face of her uncle. She saw the raw hunger in them, and for the first time understood how much this man truly lusted after her. It was monstrous that any man should feel for a woman the way he felt for her. It was worse; it was a horrible sin. It was as close to incest as possible without actually being incest, though many would call it just that. He was staring at her as if she were prime beef that he'd waited to age properly, and now that it had done so, he intended feasting.
Alfred moved toward the red-haired girl, coming closer and closer until the slight swell of his stomach pressed itself against the satin-smoothness of her trembling body. She gasped when his hands moved down and touched the silken flesh of her wide hips, pulling her closer and closer until their lower halves were rubbing against one another as she had seen in that first movie. She felt the stiff solidity of his immense penis as it pressed against the ivory flatness of her belly, forced to stand up stiffly between them. She was repelled and horrified by it all... even by the little twinge of heat starting to simmer somewhere deep inside her own body. Her mind refused to accept the fact; that such monstrous happenings were able to arouse her. She would never willingly surrender to the licentiously evil desires of her uncle. If her; mother said it was wrong, and that God would strike her dead if she willingly participated in something as sordid as this, she was certain it was all truth. Her mother wouldn't lie to her. And her fear of a vengeful God was such there was nothing her uncle was able to do or say that might convince her to his way of thinking.
Micki suddenly let her breath out, and for the first time realized her terror was so great she had been holding her breath. Now, as his hands flatly reached out and pressed against her nipples, moving in tiny little circles, she felt another flash of heat inside her, and fought it down, determined not to yield in any way. God had no reason to strike her dead. The hands continued circularly massaging, and the vibrant little thrills she was starting to feel were so frightening, her mind felt them as tingles of torture. She was no longer the little girl who sang and danced to please her uncle when he came visiting. Her time of pleasing was finished... at least as far as she was concerned. He continued pressing his body against hers, and at one point she wondered if he intended crushing or suffocating her to death.
Her mouth was being kissed, and her lips opened as the warm, slippery length of his heavy tongue once again entered. Recalling how the first couple in the films she had seen had tongue-kissed, she violently shuddered at the idea that her uncle was trying to arouse a similar response in her. But against her will her lips did part, and as if she had no control over it, her own tongue did respond to the wild movements of her uncle's lashing digit as it licked persistently into her mouth. The pressure of his tongue against hers became heavier and heavier, and her lingual organ responded more and more fiercely... still against her will, making her inwardly vibrate. For some reason a part of her was trying to make her understand it felt good, and her conscience refused to accept it. Yes, it felt even better now that it was happening to her than it had seemed when the two people in the picture had been enjoying one another. Scenes from the movie continually invaded her mind, filling her brain with the delighted countenances of the people involved. It was as if the devil was invading her mind, trying to make her see every wicked obscenity she had beheld as something good. Her uncle's tongue continued licking through her mouth, searching, seeking, licking here and there, plunging in and out, moving back and forth, sliding across her gums, tickling her palate, touching each of her teeth, but touching them in such a way that she cursed herself for allowing her frightened body to feel the littlest bit of fiery heat.
She tasted his breath again and again, sweet with the minty mouthwash he had used to cover the: flavor of his drink and the cigar he had been smoking. His lips continued pressing against the ; sensuous softness of her own mouth as his tongue continued working its way between her lips. The feeling made her think of the wickedly obscene close-ups of the man's penis plunging in and out of f the woman's narrow vaginal orifice. How filthy and disgusting... how low was a man able to sink?
Alfred's heavy hands were pressing all the more strongly on her spherical breasts, revolving insanely, thrilling to the heated touch of her ; deliciously naked body. Micki's head spun, dizzy with all that was happening as her fear and the flaming sensations he was building in her body began overlapping.
He's a gross, evil man, she told herself. He'll never possess me willingly.
Little by little the thrilling chills of evil were widening as they washed through her body. She was now consciously fighting with every last ounce of inner strength. Alfred's hands continued caressing the white heat that was her body. Continuing bursts of salacious enjoyment were starting to shoot into her from the swollen nipples his hands continually caressed. An erotic warmth was trying to blanket her, internally, and she fought with every last bit of will power to resist what he intended causing inside her. Fire pulsed through her, keeping time with the pulsations of the head of his penis, still swollenly flexing itself against the snowy plane of her belly.
Fire! Of course! She felt heated because it was the devil who was infusing fire into her veins. She had to fight it... she had to resist. Her mind was spinning with the weight of this continuing onslaught. She barely had enough of her sane mind left, but she knew she'd continue fighting right to the end. She had once heard some kind of a joke in school about when rape is inevitable the girl ought to lie back and enjoy it. Well, she would not.
Her body was fighting her mind, continually trying to overpower her soul. But she would continue the struggle, refusing to surrender to the animal sensations her body sought. She was fighting against heavy odds now, because she was fighting both, her uncle and her physical self, frightened though it was. It was two against one, the one being her inner mind, and she was determined the one would prevail, not realizing she was in no way equipped to fight an enemy as formidable as her own self.
God! God! God! The touch of her uncle's hands was doing all sorts of crazy things to her, making her feel sensations she had never known before. They were unwanted sensations as far as she was concerned, yet she was unable to stop her body from responding to the moving touch of his continually arousing fingers.
I am not an animal, she thought. I will not surrender to the base yearnings of my flesh. I will control myself I will turn away, I will refuse to respond.
Her entire life was taking a completely insane turn. All her life she had been brought up to believe in the sanctity of her body and the importance of saving herself for her husband. Like all young girls she had dreamed her husband would be rich, handsome, slender and young. Now here was her uncle, admittedly a very likable man... until a few minutes ago... but a much older man, a far-from-slender man, and he was doing what all the kids in her school used to joke about: he was sampling the merchandise before buying. Not only was this totally evil, but it spoiled her completely for any other man should she eventually not live up to his specifications, and decide not to marry her. Not that she wanted to marry him in the first place. Sure it was nice to have money. As a poor girl she appreciated it more than girls who had enjoyed a middle-class upbringing. But she wanted romance and love and tenderness. Instead, she was the victim of lust, mauling, and manhandling. She had been shown some movies, and she was told she had to become Amber, Madame DuBarry, and Madame Pompadour all rolled up in one for a man whose physical self she didn't covet at all. And yet, though she was inwardly fighting as strongly as ever, her body was struggling against her, on the side of her uncle. What was the matter with her? Why was her flesh allowing itself to be felt and touched and mauled by a man who was completely the opposite of what she dreamed would be her ideal husband and lover? She had to stop this.
"My poor, sweet, angelic Micki," the older man was whispering, pressing his lips to her ear, making her feel even hotter than before as his breath moved through her aural canal into the flaming oven of her inner body.
When his lips gripped her earlobe and tugged lightly, his teeth gently nibbling as his lips sucked, Micki trembled with frigid anticipation. Damn! Her body was continuing to respond. She had to control herself once and for all. Icy shudders pebbled their way through her as he stabbed his tongue into her ear the way he had fucked it into her mouth, moments before. Yes, ridiculous as it seemed, he was actually fucking her ear with his tongue, bringing new responses from the shell of her aroused flesh as her frightened mind continued the hopeless struggle to push everything back. She tried squirming, wanting her uncle to know she was by no means finished struggling, making him think she was still the moral, decent girl her mother had brought her up to be. Somehow God would give her the strength she needed. The devil would not win out. She had faith.
She shut her eyes, gasping as his tongue sank even deeper into her ear, and then she opened her eyes, staring at the solid curve of his arm. Shamefully looking down, she stared at the almost artistic way his fingers continued playing with her nipples, squeezing the hardened capsules, tantalizing the elongated flesh. As she stared, it appeared as if her nipples were stretching out of their own volition in an attempt to reach his fingertips.
Again one of his hands moved around to caress her back, then it slid down and solidly squeezed her buttocks. This time he was not caressing them but filling his hands with her gluteal flesh as if trying to support her with his palm. He was trying to lift her body so that his penis would slide between her thighs. God! No! No!
"Suppose we take that shower that will make both of us nice and clean," he whispered to her, licking her ear again.
Yes! That was a brilliant idea. The cold water would shock her out of her inner lethargy. She would be able to fight back strongly. Yes, yes, anything to get him to stop what he was doing.
With one hand still holding the fullness of her apple-shaped breast, he gently kissed her, then reached out and touched the water faucet. He turned it. The initial "spray was as cold as she had hoped, shocking her out of the wonderfully mesmeric trance. The shower head was in back of him and his back took most of the cold spray, blocking a lot of it from touching her. But what she felt was enough, and there was more water falling from his shoulders onto her.
"Let me go!" she screamed. "Let me go! Let me out of here."
Little by little the shower turned warm as her uncle continued kissing her. Soon his hands were all over her body, soaping both, herself and his own body, and then both were being quickly rinsed off. Her hair was becoming a sodden mess.
And then he turned the shower off, pulled her out onto the fleecy floor mat, and began rubbing her down. Her body felt as if static was shooting through it as he made the blood circulate swiftly through her. It was when he took the time to dry his own body that Micki saw her chance and bolted. She ran through the bedroom, heading for the door, naked as she was, but before she reached it, she felt his wet hand grip her wrist, spin her around, and throw her across the room onto the large circular bed.
"Naked, you look more regal than many women born to the purple wearing velvet," he told her.
She tried rising, only to find him once again standing behind her, pressing his damp body to hers, that huge penis pushing between the cheeks of her small buttocks. Micki shuddered, afraid that once he climbed onto her, she would be swallowed up by his great bulk. When he let go of her and she slowly turned around, he stepped back and she felt the fear returning in greater and greater waves. Naked, he was the most frightening sight she had ever seen in her life, especially with his rampant organ pointing directly at her, as if accusing her of its condition.
Once again he engulfed her in the circle of his strong arms, pressing his weight against her and kissing her, literally impaling her mouth with his tongue. And from the shaggy hedge covering his pelvis she felt the skewer of his thick saber of muscle as it nakedly pressed against her thighs. Her firmly bare, bouncing breasts rubbed against his chest, and the seeming thrill of her nipples being massaged was overpowered by the knowledge that she was about to be stabbed in that moistly tender orifice that, until this evening, had never really occupied her mind.
A moan seemed to tear itself from the gasping throat of Alfred Benente as he crushed the young redhead's soft nakedness to him. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her unresisting and quivering body as his mouth all but swallowed hers up and his throbbing phallus continued to grind unceasingly against the tender white columns of her soft thighs. The pressure made his thrusting penis all but scream in agony as the semen churned inside him aching for release. He pushed the lovely redheaded girl onto the bed, and Micki, horrified and frozen with fear, felt herself no longer capable of fighting back. She sprawled there like a marionette whose strings are no longer being pulled, her back feeling the softness of the bedspread beneath her. The girl lay there feeling completely beyond hope, one lengthy thigh of slender satin flesh trailing over the edge of the bed while the other one sprawled its way across the covers. For the first time Micki realized one of the pink mirrors in the room completely covered the ceiling, letting her see every vile and horrible thing her uncle intended doing to her. There was no doubt in her mind that her uncle was the personification of evil, having thought of everything... everything. Staring up into the mirror, she saw the top of his head as he gazed down into the apex between her widely spread thighs. The mirror allowed her to see the widely spread juncture into which her uncle was staring. The red frame of delicate hair outlined her coral vaginal temple as a lovely frame enhanced the appearance of an exquisite painting, making everything between her tender thighs appear even more beautiful.
This was the first time Micki had ever really seen her own vaginal plain. Looking at it, she stared, seeing it the way she had seen the close-ups of the vaginas in the movies she had seen, and she realized her softly wet, pinkly warm opening was even prettier than anything belonging to the other girls. This horrified her all the more, because if her vagina looked more attractive to herself, then how much better would it look to the eyes of her staring uncle. Her outer lips, though close together, never having been parted before, were shining with the wet dew now trickling out of her from within. God! Her body, in spite of all the horror she had been through, was still aroused. As she watched, she saw her vaginal lips tighten and contract, moving like a beating heart.
Alfred Benente slowly lowered his face between the frightened girl's thighs. His eyes remained fixed on the navel now gaping below his face, and that was when Micki realized he was going to do to her what was done to the girl in the second film. Cunnilingus! That was the least crude name for it. And then the man's wide-open, slavering mouth glued itself to her shudderingly soft fulcrum.
"Ohhhh... myyyy Goddddd... n-o-o-o-o-o-o... " she screeched, unable to believe the actual ferocity with which her uncle's mouth attacked her vagina. She expected to feel him sink his teeth into her gaping flesh and literally rip the softly moist interior right out of her.
His hotly searing, burning breath and his licking tongue stabbed against the buttery softness of her sloshingly wet vagina, sucking and kissing her there with as much fervor as his tongue had kissed her mouth, earlier. The lingual organ was a veritable dagger, lancing straight into the seething puddle of turmoiled inner flesh. His tongue was so long, it reached far enough into her to barely touch her delicate hymen, and the instant it did so, Micki screamed. God! The man had an unbelievably long and soft tongue.
"Yiiiii... aaaagggghhhh... ohhhhh... " she squealed, her voice shrieking again and again as she felt the toadlike lingual organ ream into her wetly steaming vaginal hollow. The pressure of his mouth caused bolts of jagged desire to tear their way through her agonized body right into the very core of her inner existence. She shuddered violently with insane sensation, realizing this man who was now drinking the flow from her gushing cunt was constructing layers of strong physical arousal far inside her trembling body. God! He was so completely different from the wonderfully loving Uncle Alfred she had known all her young life. Where he had dangled her on his knee and given her all kinds of little gifts, speaking softly, always gentle and tender, he was now a devouring bear, eating her very flesh from inside her, chilling her with fear, yet searing her with a new emotion she knew nothing about. She trembled, still not able to accept this change. Heavy tears were flooding down her pretty cheeks as she shook and convulsed with more and more fear.
Alfred tasted the very real fiery ocean of feminine lubrication that splashed heavily out of her, drenching her outer labia and splashing all over her alabaster thighs. Her heatedly coral pussy continued to gape invitingly, and he used his tongue to swath a way through the narrowness of the never-before touched, now opened channel, lapping up all the sweet brandy as it continued oozing out of her. The more the man licked her deliciously meaty cunt, the more hungry he became, aching to drink more, and his rigid cock seemed to harden even more, becoming that much stiffen Micki stared at the pink mirror on her ceiling and felt a surge of something new, something passionate shoot through her as the man's head pressed solidly against her drenched tissues, his stabbing tongue repeatedly leaping into her inner tunnel as he murmured and mumbled, "Ummmmm... aaahhhmmm... mmmmm... gooooooddddmmmmm... " She stared aghast, feeling numb with fright and aflame with a new kind of lust, watching as her uncle crawled farther on to the bed, pulling her slender thighs even wider apart, sinking his face even more deeply between them. The pulsating layers of her sweet inner tissues gaped widely before his openly gazing eyes and his hungrily gulping mouth. His tongue reached out like that of an anteater and slushed in and out of her frothing funnel before starting to work on her trembling clitoris. When she shrieked, leaping, wanting to tightly clamp her thighs around his temples, she felt his strong hands press her soft inner thighs even wider apart, almost like a ballet split, straining the cords of muscle in her groin, allowing him a total view of her completely beautiful, throbbingly delightful, coral-hued inner channel. He had her loins so far apart he was forcing the delectably rounded contours of her buttocks to separate, revealing the narrow crevice between her asscheeks, permitting his eyes to fasten on the pretty little brown anal crinkle, as well.
"Eeeeeyyyyaaaagggghhhh!" Micki screamed as the long, slavishly slick oral organ belonging to a man she no longer thought of as merely an uncle continued scorching her very tender flesh with new bolts of flashing electricity. Charges of new, thrillingly overpowering lascivity blasted through the young girl and against her will she began feeling the unbelievably agonizing bliss.
My God, my God! her mind screamed as she pictured herself a female Christ being orally nailed down. Why have you forsaken me? Why am I allowing myself to feel the sensations this tongue is imparting to me? Is this my test, and am I truly found wanting?
She still feared being struck down by lightning at any moment. But if it was so wrong and so evil, why did it feel so wonderful?
Her uncle's lapping tongue slurped and licked her hardened little clitoral pellet. He whipped his oral organ around it in continually mind-bursting whirls. The heatedly honeyed taste of her outpouring fluid bathed his tongue, making it work all the more quickly as he savored the wonderful taste and scent in the depths of his hungry throat. Then his teeth lightly gripped the tiny, extended clitoris and began nibbling as he sucked with his lips. All the while, his penis battered itself against the bed beneath, all but bruising itself as it rubbed against the heavy cloth of the bedspread, seeping lubricant drenching the cloth, leaving temporary stains.
"Uuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh... " she gasped, "Oh G-o-o-o-o-dddd... uuuummmmmphhhhh... hhhhhaaaannnnngggghhhh... ohhhhhh... uuuuunnnnngggghhhhh... " Her sighs and gasps bounced off the walls of the wide bedroom, echoing off the mirrors, and finally absorbed by the carpeting on the floor. Explosion after explosion of wonderfully lustful delight tormented and tantalized her throbbing young body. The working tongue made her cry as her every nerve vibrated. She gasped as the man's continually working mouth seemed to suck right up into the core of her stomach. God forgive her, but she was lost. Unable to help herself, she found her self-control tom from her. All she cared about was the continuing movement of the lapping tongue.
Mother, mother, why is it all right for you to enjoy this while I have to suffer under pain of sin against my immortal soul in order to truly experience the thrills from all this? Why did a piece of paper called a marriage license make all this all right? It wasn't fair. Oh God, it just wasn't fair.
She had come here today totally unprepared for all this, and as a result her entire nervous system had almost gone into shock. The man's mouth was unbelievable. And Micki knew this was only the beginning. He was going to fuck her, pushing that oversized, massively thick rod of human muscle and flesh into the tightly narrow depths of her tiny vagina. But if he was as good at fucking as he was at this, she'd die blissfully happy as he tore her apart.
What am I thinking? she gasped to herself, once again trying to regain the sanity she had lost when her uncle had entered her bedroom. She found her mind slowly being drained of all decent, rational thought as the man's tongue continued gliding through her body, guiding her to new, never-before-imagined delights. Now her hips and thighs were pumping up to meet each pleasurable thrust of his attacking tongue. Her crotch automatically strained to meet the thrilling pressure of the wonderful mouth continually engulfing her.
The more Alfred Benente sucked, the more certain he was his lifetime dream would come true. The truth was, he had always wanted to make mad, passionate love to his own sister. He had loved her as he had loved no other woman, and because she represented such perfection, she had spoiled all other women for him. True, he had physically enjoyed his share of delightful females. But in his mind, his sister had been the one he'd always wanted. And when she had married the good-for-nothing who was now her husband, it had almost tom him apart. But less than a year later, she had given birth to a beautiful daughter who, from the first moment she drew breath, so closely resembled her mother that Alfred knew she would grow up to look exactly like his sister. This time he would not be thwarted. This time he would have his heart's desire. He'd had to wait seventeen years, but it was worth it. And when his sister would start to age and lose her beauty, Micki would only first be coming into the prime of her own life. And she was his. Even if she was barren, she was his. He'd never let her go, but this was a secret he'd never tell her.
Benente's sister had always been the ultimate prude and moralist. He knew she had brought her daughter up the same way. He didn't care whether or not she was capable of becoming pregnant. But he had to literally fuck that morality out of her and make her want him for himself. Then he'd marry her and gladly give her the world. Having touched the tender thread of her hymen with his tongue he knew she was a virgin. No other cock had ever plunged the depths of this sweet, red-haired beauty's insides.
His teeth continued carefully nibbling the edge of her left labius, gently chewing the tenderly oversensitive flesh. And then he captured the pink button of her clitoris between his teeth again, nibbling very, very softly and carefully. He felt the way her thrusting body was rising and falling, and she was very nearly in shock. His mouth was doing all this to her. But then, he knew his oral proclivities were second-to-none. No one in the world was as lingually cunning as he.
"Ohhhhh... Goddddd... huuuunnnnhhhh... Uuuuuummmmphhhh... oooohhhh... no more... no more... can't take it... huuunnnhhhh... " Micki begged. But the older man knew she was lying. She had yet to experience her first climax, and until that came about, she was capable of taking anything.
Micki stared at the mirror overhead, but the images were starting to swim before her blurred eyes. She was no longer able to see what her uncle's mouth was doing to her, because the feeling wrought by his moving tongue was so intense. She was almost sightless as the flames between her soft loins continued increasing in intensity. As the heat mounted, Micki suddenly understood she was about to be completely incinerated by her own internal fires. Her thighs raised themselves as if of their own volition and wrapped themselves all the more tightly around his face as his worldly tongue continued lapping into the density of her flooded trough.
I'm lost! she thought. There's no hope of salvation for me. I can't help myself I'm succumbing to the devil, himself I'm as depraved as my uncle. I can't stop myself from enjoying the wickedly lascivious things he's doing to me.
Alfred felt the slenderly lovely clasp of her marble-white thighs as they surrounded his head. His hands slid beneath the rounded cheeks of her lovely buttocks, and he raised the meaty coral flesh of her sweetly savory cunt to his lips and sucked as hard as possible, pulling as if he were draining a split apricot of all its delicious juices. The softly red tendrils of her matted pelvic hair tickled his cheeks and his quivering nostrils as he continued inhaling deeply, enjoying the aroma of her sweet inner essences. Dear God! There was no cunt in the whole world to equal this one.
Taking a deep breath, Alfred allowed his long tongue to slither out of the sweetly creaming center of the girl's flaming pussy. He let it slither down along her tiny perineum, moving it into her widely spread anal divide. Now his oral organ began swiftly lapping at the tiny brownie that was the star of her rectal opening. He licked insanely at the tight rictus, circling it with his tongue, continually depositing heavy amounts of saliva into it, lapping crazily until her anal muscle finally began relaxing.
Micki had thought him mad before, but this was utterly insane. He was licking the tight little pucker of her ass. True, she was always careful about cleaning herself out down there. She had once read that fecal matter is very irritating, and so after each elimination she assiduously applied wet balls of cotton to her anus until she was certain it was completely clean inside. Even so, that her uncle should think to lick her there was crazy. That he was doing it was even crazier. He lapped at the girl's tight rictus, making her writhe.
Micki felt icy chills invade her rectum as his tongue continued wildly licking into her anal tunnel. She felt as if soft stalactites were attempting to penetrate her squeezing interior. She violently trembled again and again, sensing the probing pressure, and little by little permitting her sphincter to relax as it became accustomed to the man's working tongue. And then, when the rubbery muscle had finally relaxed, he stabbed his tongue into the tightly narrow channel of her rectum the way he'd sunk it into her vagina. Her sphincter immediately tightened, but not before the very tip of his moving tongue was inside, licking insanely into her heated anal canal. The tiny rectum tried to resist as Micki squirmed and kicked her heels against the man's back, but her movement only served to allow him to probe even deeper with his pliant tongue, stretching it to its fullest length. He moved it around and around until once again her sphincter relaxed, and then he began feverishly tongue-fucking her rectum.
"Ohhhhh myyyyy Goddddd... " Micki screamed, her voice once again bouncing around the room. "Aaaaaaiii... Godddddd... " The girl's loud, raucous screams became wilder and wilder, and to Micki it seemed as if someone else was the cause of all this verbal commotion. The continuingly unbelievable sensation of his tongue as it probed into the tight depths of her anal center was causing her to sink deeper and deeper into the mire of semi-consciousness. Things like this didn't really take place. Her uncle was, after all, actually pushing his tongue into her rectum, probing as far as possible. Men didn't go around probing into female anuses with their tongues. This entire thing seemed totally impossible. And yet... it was happening. The man had to be more than insane. What he was doing was the ultimate in filthy perversion.
Alfred stabbed his tongue deeper and deeper, occasionally pulling it back to gain more leverage and thrust even farther into her. He found the redheaded girl to be so violently aroused by what he was doing, she was rolling every which way on the circular bed, moving closer and closer to an edge. The pair of them would roll off at any moment.
Christ! He had performed analingus with a lot of women, and all of them had reacted wildly, but none had behaved as insanely as this particular niece of his. Hell, he'd had his share of hotly sensuous women and even some cold bitches, but not one of them had the internal furnace buried in their bodies that was contained in this wonderful girl. By God! He was more pleased than ever that he'd waited. If she was able to respond this way when he finally fucked her she would be completely unparalleled.
His hungering mouth returned to her budding cuntlips, allowing his lingual organ to whip up and down the entire length of her wetly dripping pink furrow. His shoulders were pushing forward with such consistent force, he was pushing her knees back as he rose to his own knees. His tongue sank into the foaming center of her flaming vaginal core, feeling it all but sucked in as his right forefinger now sought the anal opening his tongue had plundered.
Micki's fingers gripped the bedcover tightly, and she screamed aloud, "Eeeeeaaaagggghhh!!!" as Alfred's forefinger pushed slowly into the constantly resisting depths of her anal opening. Little by little he managed to worm his finger ever deeper, rotating and grinding it into the tightness of her rectum as his working oral extension sank ever deeper into the creaming tunnel of her throbbing vagina. Then, without any kind of warning, he spun on the bed, whirling into the middle of the circular mattress, carrying the round cheeks of Micki's buttocks with him; his index finger still probing into the squeezing depths of her tight rectum, and his tongue shoved as far as possible into the depths of her wetly dripping pussy. He rolled so that she lay sprawled on top of him, her asscheeks still wide apart, her vaginal lips caressing the short length of his nose as he continued working his tongue in and out of her.
As she lay sprawled that way, Micki realized there was no escape for her. She was going to die... she was going to be hit by a bolt of lightning for what she was allowing to be done to her. Well then, if she was to die, then it was up to her to make the most of what little life she had left. If she had to fuck... as her husband-to-be her Uncle Alfred had said, maybe, when he forced that immense length of thick penis into her, the pain she'd be made to feel might be considered punishment enough, and she might not be destroyed.
Abruptly, he rolled her off him and got to his feet, his face wet with the continuous flow of her feminine secretions.
"You see," he gasped, "your mother was wrong. God hasn't struck you down, nor is he likely to. Men and women were made for sex long before someone came along and thought up the idea of a marriage ceremony. Now, honey, I'm going to fuck you, just as I always dreamed I would."
He was on her in an instant, his body all over hers, and Micki feared she might be smothered by him long before he attempted to penetrate her. But for all the man's girth she felt nothing as he hovered above her because he was carefully balancing himself on his hands and knees, making certain none of his weight pressed against her supine body. She felt the lengthy thick post of his cock beating against her two thighs as, for a moment, it swung from side to side like an elephant's stiffened trunk.
The full length of his pulsating prick was aching to penetrate the heatedly buttery softness of the girl's narrowly dripping vagina. His tongue was already familiar with the wetly slithery texture inside, and now he ached for his hard penis to feel it. There was a heavy tightening in his crotch; an increase in the spastic twitching roaring through his entire body. Alfred hadn't felt intensity like this since his first time with a woman, almost twenty-eight years earlier. The overpowering intensity of radiating delight bursting through his body, caused by the mere touch of the supple girl's flesh as it shrank from him made him hungrier and hungrier. He kissed her, and this time Micki's mouth opened of its own volition, accepting his tongue, licking back, tasting the interior of her own vagina in his mouth. She ought to have been disgusted by it, but she wasn't. Even so, she knew she shouldn't have responded so readily. She feared he would believe she was coming around to his way of thinking, and though her body was enjoying every little thrill, her brain was still chastising her and making her feel more guilty than ever.
"P-P-Please, Uncle Alfred," she pleaded. "Don't do this horrible ultimate sin... "
"No, honey," he told her. "I'm not going to do it. It's about time you carried your share of sin. You're going to do it."
"Wh-What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, you're going to reach down, grab my penis, and you're going to put it right up against that tiny entrance so I can ultimately shove it in."
"Oh my God! No! You wouldn't do that to me!"
"I would, and I will. Get used to the feel of my cock right now, honey."
Alfred grabbed his niece's hand and thrust it between their bodies, wrapping her reticent fingers tightly around the thickness of his cock. The first thing Micki noticed was the burning heat coming from the fleshy pylon. The second thing she noticed was, it was so thick, her fingers were unable to completely encircle it. She wanted to struggle, but she knew it was useless. Her uncle was determined to do this to her, and he was insistent that she participate in her own humiliation. He was no longer "Uncle" Alfred to her. Nor was he the jovial man she had always known. He was a beast.
Her hand finally gripped the penile shaft without his fingers having to hold them there. She was bleating, sobbing, realizing the immense thickness would surely open a passage in her body wide enough to drive a truck through. If only he was built a little more slenderly. Oh who the heck was she kidding. Fat or thin, what she was about to do was plain and simply wrong.
Bringing it down, she clumsily attempted to position it as tears blinded her eyes. Her hand gripped the thick shaft firmly, and in trying to find the entrance of her vagina she unwittingly worked the thick head between her puffy outer labia, pushing the heavy dome up and down, feeling it getting wetter and wetter as it became drenched in her own dribbling oils. The pressure and thickness of the weighty penis made her more aware than ever of how very narrow and tight she was, inside. More fear gripped her, remembering her uncle had said something about it having to hurt the first time. God! Why now? Why to her? Why this way?
"Go on," her uncle insisted, breathing heavily. "Put it in, honey. You can do it."
The tears cleared from her eyes, and in the mirror above she saw her hand squeezing the thick penis. She also saw, under her uncle's buttocks, the pinkness of her own vagina, and with the mirror to guide her, she carefully fitted it against her tight cunt, positioning it between her slavering inner lips stretching the labia to an unbearable point.
"Ohhhhh Godddd!!" she gasped. "I can't put it any farther inside me. It just won't go. You're too big, Alfred."
It was the first time she had called him by his first name without the word uncle in front. Hearing her call him by his name that way made her trembling voice sound even sexier to him. Now it was up to him.
Alfred began slowly pushing, moving very slowly, very carefully, savoring the unbelievable tightness of her constantly resisting cunt as it slowly opened to receive him. He felt her inner vulva slip over the rounded tip of his throbbing cock like a tight rubber band, feeling the way it all but crushed the elastic bulb shaped head.
"Aaaayyyaaaggghhh... hhhaaannngghhh... " Micki screeched, yelling louder than ever as she felt his massive thickness continually pushing deeper into her, stretching her unbelievably narrow inner self until she was certain her membranes would tear.
"Easy," he breathed, halting the forward thrust for a moment.
"Oh great God!" she screamed. "It hurts... it hurts so much... please... please... no more... " Alfred closed his ears to her screams, knowing it had to be done now. He pushed harder, shoving it in another half inch, causing her to sob and wail so loudly he feared the angels in the heavens might hear her and come down and take pity on her by striking him dead. But he was resolved to go through with this, shoving a little harder, making Micki screw her buttocks into the soft mattress before she involuntarily leaped up, causing him to sink another quarter of an inch into her. The pain became that much more intense for the red-haired girl. She thrashed about like a helpless tuna caught on the end of a thick steel gaff. Her body tremulously shuddered and vibrated as she felt the thickness of his heavy penis continue to enlarge her feminine tunnel.
Once again Alfred rested, allowing that portion of her tight pussy encasing his stolid penis to accustom itself to the pulsating breadth of his pile-driving organ. He was gasping himself, panting heavily, attempting to keep himself under control, keeping his weight on his forearms and knees, not wanting to crush the already agonized girl.
He waited until her cries became soft, bleating whimpers, and he kissed her tears away. Micki refused to accept his kisses, hating him more and more for what he was doing to her. But when his tongue delved into her mouth again, she automatically responded, unable to help herself, even sucking on his tongue for a moment.
"All right, honey," he whispered again, "here we go."
"Oh please, Alfred, if you have any heart in you don't do this anymore. The pain is too much."
"The pain is something that will disappear," he promised. "But only if you help. I can't do this all alone, Micki."
"I c-can't help," she insisted.
He took another deep breath and took his weight heavily on his forearms as he once again pushed forward, sinking his heavy cock a bit deeper into the sucking tightness of her narrowly clutching pussy. Micki screamed again, writhing and bucking, feeling the pressure of his throbbing penis as it continually pushed her elastic tissues outward.
Alfred's mouth came slamming down on hen and he absorbed her screams into his throat as some of his weight fell on her, knocking a little of the wind out of her. He relentlessly continued plunging forward, and Micki was in so much agony from the stretching of her vaginal walls, she was completely unaware when his penis sliced through her hymen like the tissue it was, turning it into nothingness. Now his pulsing cock sank ever deeper, slowly powering itself into her never-before-touched depths. He continued pushing forward, shoving, shoving, feeling her tight walls slowly attempting to adjust to his mammoth breadth, but still not stretched enough.
Micki was gasping. She no longer had the breath to scream, and her whimpers came out, "Huuunnnhhh... hhhyyyuuunnnhhh... uuunnnggghhhh... " as he powered the rest of his pulsating penis all the way into the redheaded girl's tender body. Her arms had been flung wide, and now they automatically closed around his neck, clutching him to her, as if her only salvation lay in continuing to do what this man wanted her to do. His mouth once again covered her whimpering lips, and her hand, on the nape of his neck, squeezed, as if hoping to activate his tongue. Maybe the movement of it in her mouth would stop the awful pain she was still feeling.
He lifted his weight off her slim form, allowing her to breathe again. She inhaled deeply through twitching nostrils but her arms were still around his neck and her mouth was still tightly cemented to his. She found herself anxiously sucking and even chewing on his tongue, biting into it, hoping to give him back at least a little of the pain he had been giving her. And all this time the thickly buried cock continued marinating in the tight, ovenlike depths of the girl's narrow pussy.
And then, as he pulled his penis back, and drove it into her again, Micki first became aware that the overpowering pain, though still existent, was no longer quite as heavy. And with each inward thrust to fuck."
And he began moving his thick cock inside her even faster. And each time it withdrew, Micki felt as if a part of her had been withdrawn. Yes, there was still pain, but the pain was continuing to fade, and though she knew it was all wrong, her body was automatically responding, moving up and down with his measured thrusts as they became longer and deeper.
Micki soon discovered she was more frightened of losing his cock each time it pulled back than she was of committing sins. She was more than pleasantly relieved to feel him slowly always push his rod back into her, filling her narrow tightness. Her body writhed sexily beneath him as she continued receiving the full brunt of his throbbing phallus. Now her slender arms held his neck tightly, as if in obeisance to his wonderful cock. Her rippling belly and narrow pelvis were rising and falling, just keeping time to the way he was continually pressing into her, but her legs and thighs still remained motionless. She was a helpless puppet, temporarily unable to move, feeling overpowering delights because of the thick waves of pleasure slowly inundating her as desire began building up in her body. She was now past the point where she was able to deny what was taking place inside her. This was an unparalleled experience; a concept new and wonderful and thrilling. She trembled, concentrating on feeling every last little bit of probing delight brought about by the attack of his phallus inside her. In spite of what she had thought, her body had proven its capability in being able to take on a penis of such unbelievable thickness and length. She completely gave herself over to girlish abandonment, not quite ready to openly admit she was enjoying the feeling inside her. She had to admit the thrills shooting through her were more exquisite with each passing second.
Alfred was relishing her response, knowing sooner or later, unless there was something mentally wrong with her, she had to come around to enjoying this. Her groans and sighs were real, and though she refused to verbally admit how much she was staring to enjoy herself, her moans were moans of delight. At the moment she was truly a helpless creature, almost without a will of her own, totally brought to submission by the overpowering force of his thrusting cock. She was moving in such a way as to let him know that though her mind didn't realize it, her body was prepared to feel, to sense, to attempt to understand what was happening inside.
He continued pumping his heavy penis in and out of her lush young body, digging it in to the depths, and pulling back until only his corona remained within before reversing and moving forward again. His hands, which had been filled with the rondular cheeks of her lovely buttocks, moved up until they were resting on her shoulders. He fondled the wonderful flesh which had evolved into a firm shapeliness. Slowly, carefully, he allowed his fingers to trickle along the slopes of her shoulders making her tremble uncontrollably as she felt the weird tickling sensation trying to reach into the very depths of her belly. The continuous flexing of his throbbing cock as it pulsated while moving inside her narrow vaginal interior took her mind away from the movement of his dancing fingers. The wonderful shaft was rapturously throbbing in the tightly sucking depths of her pressuring vagina, causing her flesh to burn with lust.
His hands moved down along her arms, right to the extremities of her fingertips, then her arms felt his fingers moving along their undersides until he was touching her perspiring, shaved armpits. At that point Micki found herself bordering on delightful hysteria. Then his hands moved across the front of her body, filling themselves with the wonderful roundness of her breasts. His fingers teased and tantalized her sensitive nipples, squeezing them with expertness, stopping short of pain, making her wonderful mammaries radiate with shimmering brilliance as he continued pinching the nipples.
Alfred sensed a heavy tenseness in his pulsating penis. The crushing pressure of her no-longer-virginal pussy created the sensation that a million pinpricks were piercing his penis; especially the head. Good God! He had to come, and he had to make her come.
He changed his stroking, first using short, quick, hard thrusts, then using the long, delicate, almost gentle attacks. The longer strokes drove the pinpointed itch from his aching penis, and as he continued ramming the cock into her, he allowed his hands to move into the V of her crotch. He felt her softly fleecy red hair and realized it was drenched, dampened by the heavy flow of oils continually coming from her inner self.
Micki was becoming more and more excited as the pulsing shaft moved more speedily through her tender body. She was responding now, first starting to use her own thighs. She felt thrilled as his fingers appeared to smooth the wild strands of fleecy red cunt hair, pushing them gently aside. Then he eased his fingers even lower until she felt them touching the twin ridges of her vaginal lips as they clamped themselves tightly to his phallic intruder. She writhed as his fingers touched the sensitive labial folds, and each time his penis pulled back, he massaged them lightly before thrusting his way back in.
Micki shuddered as Alfred's fingers slid along the outer ridges of her vaginal lips, rubbing them, enhancing the wonderful sensations she was feeling even more, driving her more and more out of control. Now his fingers moved up to the apex of her vaginal lips, and feeling around, they touched her spike of clitoris.
He was driving into her with faster and faster thrusts, now, enhancing the sensations for her. He was actually pile-driving ruthlessly into her, but Micki no longer cared. She wanted more and more as the flames of desire building higher and higher inside her. He was using so much strength to slam into her, each thrust actually send her sliding back an inch on the bed and he had to continually crawl forward on his knees to keep up with her. Had the bedsprings not been new, their creaks of protest would have resounded throughout the room. She felt the giant stave not only screw its way into her body, but corkscrew its way out. Each wonderful plunge of his heavy cock was more wonderful than the previous one, and the dull ache in her body was slowly disappearing, completely. And the continually throbbing penis kept on flexing, as if attempting to widen her inner tunnel as it continued thrusting into her.
The two of them were perspiring very heavily, now. Their flesh almost stuck to one another on each forward drive, and a loud sucking sound was heard each time they pulled apart. Micki felt the gigantic phallus slamming deliciously into her simmering hollow, and in the mirror above she saw the way it wetly flashed in and out of her as he leaned forward, again resting his weight on his elbows and knees. His drives stoked the excruciating furnace of her inflamed cunt, scattering fiery ashes of lust through her whitely tender body. The thrills inside her were building to explosive force. Micki found herself responding more and more violently, hurling her small hips high to meet the downward thrust of his spearing penis. Her ankles crossed themselves behind his moving buttocks and her sharp fingernails cut into the flesh on his back as she now tried tugging him down onto her, not caring about how heavy he was.
Alfred sensed the heatedly telltale sensations starting to build inside the ravaged girl's tightly squeezing vagina. The clinging, trembling, shivering, sucking beat of her tightly surrounding vaginal walls--the constantly increasing inner sucking-the flooding as her lubrication seemed to be running out of her in heavier quantity totally overpowered her. Passion seized the both of them. This was Micki's first passion, so it felt all-encompassing. She was giggling, then sobbing, but this time her sobs were cries of delight. She gurgled breathlessly, feeling a strangeness she had never known starting to mount in her body.
Alfred felt his own climax starting to build, and in a little while it would go completely out of control. He hadn't believed orgasms like the one rising in him still existed. He knew he was going to explode.
Even with her uncle's tongue thrust into her .very throat the young, redheaded girl felt the uncontrollable scream building, building, building as the orgasm finally slammed into her with the overpowering force of a whirling tornado.
She was screaming non-stop, continually bucking, slamming her whitely slender body against the heavier shell of her uncle. Even when his arm slipped and some of his weight fell on her, she barely felt it she was so overcome with the orgasm flooding through her. All she felt at that particular instant was a wild flood of wonderful thrills shooting through every nerve and particle in her aching body, moving through her blood vessels as electricity moves through wires.
"GGGGAAAGGGHHH .
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AAANNNGGGHHH... " her fucking uncle bellowed as he unloaded what felt like a continuous river of semen into her puddled interior. He fired the semen continually, one shot after the other.
The heatedly boiling sperm poured into her body, and Micki wondered if it was at all possible for her to drown from the inside. Each continuing splash made her bounce and thrust her hips against him. Her inner walls were flooded and bathed with his continuing flow.
He continued firing, emptying the rest of his seed in her, filling her vagina to overflowing with his heavy liquid. The milky seed was leaking between her lips when his penis finally fell out of her.
He fell to the side, lying on the bed, totally out of breath. Micki lay next to him, unmoving for quite awhile as she allowed the experience to settle within her.
After a while, she rose, went to the bathroom, and took another shower. It was only when she saw the pink coloring of the sperm falling out of her that she realized the remnants of her virginity were going down the drain. This made her feel ashamed and embarrassed. True, lightning hadn't struck her dead, but that was because she was being left alive to understand the wickedness in which she had taken part. She felt humiliated and ashamed, and wondered what to do to escape from all this without making her family suffer for it. Somehow she had to get away.
CHAPTER THREE
Sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window awoke Micki, and the pain she felt between her legs reminded her of the disgrace she had endured the previous evening. Sleep had overpowered her fogged mind after she'd returned to her empty bedroom from her bathroom.
A discreet knock at her bedroom door prompted her to call out, "Come in," and a maid entered with a morning breakfast tray. Ashamed as she was, Micki was also starving. Apparently the humiliating activity in which her uncle had forced her to indulge stirred up one's appetite, especially after a good night's sleep. She ate quickly, took a morning shower, then went to her huge, walk-in closet. And there she found a dazzling selection of clothes she'd seen in exclusive women's magazines, but had never believed she'd own. They were all her size, and she was willing to bet everything would fit perfectly. Sin paid well, though there was nothing on earth that would make her willingly indulge again. Just looking at the clothes made her feel more embarrassed and humiliated than ever. Still, she did have to wear something, and so she put on the nearest thing, a pink dress that barely reached her knees. Underneath she was wearing the softest undergarments made.
After combing out her long, red, flaming hair, she used the blue phone to call the chauffeur, telling him she wanted him to drive her to the nearby village Main Street. By the time she was downstairs, the Cadillac limousine was waiting. It took her to the heart of the village shopping center. She found a ladies' purse with an over-the-shoulder strap in the limousine, and inside was a billfold with a multitude of credit cards in her uncle's name, waiting for her signature on the back.
Taking the purse, she left the limousine, telling the chauffeur to return for her at about five o'clock. Though she was tempted to use the credit cards, she was too ashamed. To do so would mean surrendering to her uncle's wishes. Once she willingly purchased anything with a credit card, she became his personal property.
There was twenty dollars in cash in the billfold, and she used the money to go to a movie, then to a diner for lunch, and finally she found herself standing outside a travel agency. It was after four o'clock when she went inside, and the man she spoke with was the head of the agency. He was short, and his face was starting to wrinkle, though from the way he dressed it was obvious he considered himself a ladies' man. A vest, a three-button suit of the finest velour that easily cost over four-hundred dollars, and shiny shoes that cost half that much.
He had an easy, assured manner about him, and when Micki told him she wanted to see travel folders, he was more than willing to oblige, showing her folders from all the exotic places in Europe and Asia, as well as a few in Africa.
"I have some thinking to do," she told him. "When I've made up my mind, I'll be back."
"Certainly," he nodded, obsequiously, telling her to ask for him by name; Michael Reichmann.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dinner was at eight o'clock. Her uncle was home by then, and she found herself forced to look at him. He seemed his old, jovial self, and she wondered how a man who did such things to her was capable of such a straight face. There was no doubt about what he had in mind when he looked at her, and his burning eyes made her shrink with fright.
When dinner ended, they separated, she going to watch TV in the television room, and he going to his private den to take care of some personal matters. Micki stayed there, watching TV for nearly four hours, finally leaving and going up to bed at nearly one o'clock.
Undressing, she showered again, put on a filmy nightgown, and crawled into bed. Eventually she drifted off to sleep.
It was morning when she awakened, and she sat bolt upright realizing her uncle was in the room, sitting in a large over-stuffed chair he had put in there purposely for himself. Instantly she felt her heart leap into her mouth as she stared at him. The ferocity was there, as was the hunger. And yet, he spoke in his usual calm voice.
"Good morning, Micki," he said.
"I'm surprised you didn't just jump into bed," she snapped. "Why did you bother waiting for me to wake up?"
"You see," he told her. "You still don't understand. If you did, not only would I have been in bed beside you, but you would have welcomed me with open arms."
"That's something that'll never happen," she assured him.
"It will... in time," he told her. "However, since you're still reticent, I'll have to take the lead again."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, a chill running through her. "Will you seduce me with that tongue of yours, overpowering me with such sensation that eventually I won't fight? It still won't make me love you the way you want."
"You're quite right," he nodded, rising and removing his dressing gown, once again shamelessly revealing his naked body to her wide, round eyes. "I told you before, you have to please me in all phases of love."
"What d'you mean?" she asked, her voice strained.
"Remember the last movie?" he asked. "The one entitled Fellatio?"
She stared at him, horror racing through her like a wild fever. Was he mad? Was he completely insane? Did he really expect she would accept something like this willingly? Even if his penis was the length and breadth of an ordinary pencil she would not have indulged in something so grotesque. The mere idea was disgusting. But he sported an organ as long and as thick as the bole of a tree.
"I think," he told her, "It's time for your first try at it."
"My God! No!" she gasped, staring at the massive length that once again solidly and rigidly pointed at her.
Her eyes stared at the black hedge of hair covering his pelvis beneath his slightly rounded stomach. She trembled with dear as the penis seemed to become even stiffer, elongating itself a bit more toward her, throbbing, twitching, and flexing as if beckoning her toward it. In the golden sunlight streaming in through the window she stared at the tan coloring of the shank intertwined with countless blue, bumpy looking veins. The huge purple glans seemed to be breathing all by itself, inhaling through its sightless eye, then exhaling the colorless fluid, swelling and receding, swelling and receding. The sight of it, and the recollection of what it physically did to her, as well as what it did to her emotions made her shiver.
"Take a good look at it," he told her. "This cock is all yours, Micki. You, and only you, will be responsible for keeping it content and pleased. Today I want you to use your mouth. Tomorrow we might try your anus, or your vagina again in another position. Take hold of it."
She shrank from him, anguish once again starting to build inside her. She knew he was going to force her if she didn't willingly obey him, but there was no way for her to respond. She was terrified.
"I'll cook for you," she gasped. "I'll clean this entire house every week, I'll sew, I'll mend, I'll knit, I'll do anything in the world if you don't make me go through with this. Please, uncle... "
"Uh," he cautioned her. "We're on a much more intimate basis. You no longer call me uncle. To you, I'm Alfred."
And as he spoke he loomed ever closer until his body was rubbing against hers, the weighty penis slapping against her soft body as he slowly began crawling higher, rubbing the leaking helmet against her stomach. He smeared the oily fluids against her tender flesh, and the slickness of it made her shudder. His spearing penis appeared aimed straight up the center of her young body as his legs surrounded her and his knees pressed into the bed on either side of her. Slowly the fiery penis continued moving up, parting her breasts and sliding into the narrow valley between them.
"Eventually," he told her, "just to make things different, one day I'll have you squeeze those lovely breasts of yours together while I rub my inflamed penis between them. I'll give you the option of where I eventually ejaculate."
The gigantically swollen phallus now rested in that narrow vale between her apple-shaped breasts. Alfred stared down at her face, curious to see what kind of reaction he was provoking. He knew she was still afraid, but he was looking for the slightest hint of arousal. All he saw was over-anxiety.
Micki was inwardly praying, hoping a bomb would drop or the house would catch on fire, or someone would break in and shoot her uncle. Anything to help her escape from this. The pressure of his weighty cock between her breasts was starting to cause heat to swell inside her, though she wouldn't admit it. All she outwardly felt was mortification, and that was all she let her uncle see. He kept his weight on his knees, doing his best to keep his buttocks off her chest. His penis was sliding from one breast to the other, rubbing against each nipple in turn. The cherrylike points of her breast filled with blood and enlarged, hardening against her will, enlarging into points of burning fire. The touch of his hard penis against her flesh made Micki nervously lick her lips as she lay back beneath the man's weight. She felt another shudder wander through her when she sensed his heavy testicles lying beneath the undercurves of her rounded breasts. The short, curly hairs on his pelvis and scrotum felt like steel wool against her tender flesh, scratching her more and more as he rolled his penis from one breast to the other and back again.
Micki gasped and trembled as the throbbing penis burned her soft body. It was starting all over again, and if she didn't stop it immediately, she knew she and she alone would suffer for it.
"Why are you fighting it, Micki?" Alfred asked. "You know that deep down, the same blood that courses through me is moving through you. You like it. And that's good, because once you finally admit it to yourself, it'll make what you have to do that much easier. Don't bother to deny what is true," he insisted. "No matter what you say, the truth is anxiety is flooding your body, making your own vagina flow with the deliciously aromatic lubrication inside you."
Slowly he heaved his body farther up, pushing his throbbing penis between the mountains of her rounded mammaries until its rounded point was reaching forward, touching the underside of her pretty chin. His testicles moved between her breasts, as well, rubbing her tender skin, plopping themselves just below her Boticelli throat. When she tried opening her mouth, she felt his glans bounce off her lower jaw, moving from one side to the other. His flat buttocks were rested solidly on her deliciously global breasts, and her nipples were digging into his gluteal flesh.
"Come on, Micki," he urged, his voice sounding almost menacing. "Open those soft, pink, tender lips and suck in my penis. It's really very simple, and I promise you, it only takes a little getting used to before you learn to like it."
Micki's eyes were even wider as they stared more terrified than ever. She had her mouth clenched tightly shut. No matter what he was doing, the simply could not mean what he was saying. Even though she had seen it on the screen that other night, she was certain her uncle wouldn't make her do this filthy thing. How could any man actually think a woman would put his penis into her mouth? And how did he have the nerve to suggest she would go so far as to enjoy it?
Leaning forward, his weight on the palms of his hands, Alfred continued sliding slowly forward, tightly gripping his waggling penis directly over the beautiful red-haired girl's closed lips. Micki felt the rubbery underside bumping against her lips, and she felt the seminal lubricant smearing itself all over the lower part of her face.
No! No! There was no way on earth he was going to make her do this. Absolutely not. Never!
"Open wide, Micki-love," the chunky man insisted. "Please believe me, once you're tried it you really will love it. I've been right about everything so far, even if you won't admit it. You keep claiming you don't want to fuck, but you and I know your precious little pussy is hotter than the inside of a working blast furnace. So open that pretty little mouth of yours and take my cock inside before I become impatient, because if you don't, I'm going to force your jaws apart and jam my cock inside. And then, instead of allowing you to take your time slowly sucking me off, I'll fuck your mouth until I come. And I promise you, you won't like my doing that."
Micki's nostrils quivered as she inhaled the heavy aroma coming from her uncle's steaming crotch. A part of the scent stemmed from his being in heat. The rest of the odor was a light deodorant he had sprayed on his pelvic hairs to make certain she found nothing unpleasant in her nostrils.
Damn him! Damn him! Why was he being consistently heartless and cruel to her. It wasn't fair. If a man loved a woman he wasn't supposed to torture her and hurt her. He was supposed to love her and be gentle with her.
"Open that mouth of yours, Micki," he insisted, for the first time no longer sounding like the patient, loving man he was consistently pretending to be. "This is not some terrible thing, but rather something you will come to regard as an absolute pleasure."
Micki began violently shaking her head from side to side, doing her best to focus her eyes on the man's rounded belly above his pelvis rather than on the wavering penis he was trying to cram down her throat. But his thick cock continually moved from side to side as well as up and down, constantly in her line of sight. She felt his doughy scrotum rubbing against her throat and the underpart of her chin, and though she refused to accept it, her inner body was becoming more and more turmoiled. But her mouth remained tightly clamped shut. There were some things she simply would not do, and her uncle had to accept it. Things had been bad enough two nights earlier, when he had forced her into fornication, robbing her of her maidenly treasure, driving her to commit a horrible sin. But this... this was gross... it was disgusting... it was filthy.
But Alfred Benente was not in the mood to learn. He was a teacher not a pupil. With a broad smile on his round face he continued rubbing his heavy penis against her lips, directly under her twitching nostrils. Damn the man. Because the head of his penis was so close to her nose, she was holding her breath. She had to breathe. She was starting to get very dizzy.
She tried turning her head to the side, but her uncle reached down with one hand against her cheek and prevented her from doing it. When she tried turning her head the other way, he used the back of this same hand to stop her. Then he gently pinched her nostrils closed with his fingers as he purposely smeared his seeping penis across her lips and nostrils rubbing the slick fluid all over her mouth and face.
"Suck it!" he insisted, his voice dominating her thoughts.
Micki wanted to shake her head negatively, but his fingers pinching her nose held her head steady. Instead, she made a hoarse, throaty sound behind her closed lips.
Now he was showing his true colors, revealing himself to be the human grotesquerie she had never before seen. He was Satan, all right, showing sweetness and charm to the rest of the world, but dominating her with his filthy desires, turning her into an evil thing just like himself. What decent man would force a girl like herself to do such horribly unspeakable things? Later on today she would call her mother and let her know exactly what her brother was doing to her daughter. It was time her mother shared the sinful burden she had carried by herself. Her parents had saddled her with a vicious, overpowering bully with whom she was expected to spend the rest of her life.
Her mind was spinning and getting foggy. She needed air. The man was not allowing her to breathe through her nose. She had no choice. She had to open her mouth to breathe. She had no choice at all. She attempted to suck air in between her closed lips, but all that did was enhance the odor and flavor coming from his groin.
The man was still smearing her lips with the head of his penis, keeping them wet with his lubricant, and it was beginning to get to her. In spite of being nauseated at the idea of sucking on his penis, the odors emanating from his groin were arousing her body, wildly. Her vaginal cavern was beginning to palpitate wildly, and she felt her own lubrication seeping between her cuntlips and dribbling down her thighs onto the bed.
"Come on, Micki-sweet," he was gasping, straining to keep himself from shouting at her. His voice sounded like the croak of a frog at this point. "You know damn well you're going to do it, eventually. The longer you take to open your mouth, the longer it will take for me to climax. So open that pretty mouth of yours and let me fit my cock right in."
"No," she snapped, her teeth still clenched. "Alfred... don't do this horrible thing... don't... don't... Unnnngggghhh... " this last as she felt the drubbing point pressed between her tender lips, rubbing against her gritted teeth. But that was as far as the spongy point of his cock moved, its slippery fluid drenching her front teeth.
"Please... open up," he gasped, despite, now that he felt the delineated softness of her tender lips touching his phallic point. He was ramming the throbbing point against the barrier of her teeth, perspiring heavily, now. "Try it, try it, just once... I promise you'll learn to love it. Come on, Micki... don't stop now... for the love of God... not now."
"Never!" she screamed, suddenly realizing she had opened her mouth wide.
Now she was able to taste the meaty flavor of his cock with its almost salty lubricant. Her tongue snapped out without her being able to control it, lightly running across and around the rubbery onion shaped tip. The oily seepage mixed with her saliva, and she realized she was starting to drool. The sizzling between her thighs became a full-fledged blast furnace as a veritable river of her own lubrication bubbled out between her labia and spilled along her white thighs. He released her nose, letting her breathe, and she inhaled deeply filling her sinuses with the heady masculine aroma coming from between his thighs.
No! she insisted to herself. I won't, I won't.
Her lips and her tongue unrealizingly surrounded the solid head of his throbbing cock, and her mouth instantly detected the difference in texture from the hot shaft, beneath. She sensed the vibrating thrills causing his heavy penile point to vellicate... almost as if it were a separate entity, apart from the rest of his body.
This whole thing was totally insane, driving her crazy, but she understood she had to know what it was like to totally fill her mouth with the heavy length. Her conscience continued arguing against it, and her common sense told her not to proceed any farther, but even as she thought these things, she opened her mouth wider, permitting her tongue to act as a sliding board for his throbbing cock as it rode easily all the way in, pushing against her throat, its thick head massaging her palate and blocking the opening to her throat.
"Ohhhhh Goddddd... yessss..." her uncle hissed, and balanced himself carefully on his knees, allowing him the freedom of movement to literally fuck his pulsing penis in and out of the tight cave of her mouth as she began foaming around his heavy glans with her saliva. Her tongue felt the weighty heaviness of the massive organ, thrilling to the wonderfully sleek solidity on its lengthy underside, sensing the twitching ache in the swollen member. The different feel and thrilling taste sent uncontrollable sensations of passion surging through Micki's aching body. A wild, new kind of primitiveness was taking control of her, blocking out all civilized notions.
"Yes, yes, yes," Alfred Benente gasped. "That's the way, Micki. Eat it, suck it, chew it," he shouted, happily pumping his thick penis in and out of her continually sucking mouth with very rapid strokes. "Suck the whole thing."
And that was precisely what she did. Though she was unable to understand what was motivating her, she continued sucking, hating herself for doing it, yet doing it with more and more avidity, feeling his heavy cylinder press more solidly against her esophagus each time. Her mouth was filled to overflowing with his member, and because of her overeager desire to swallow more and more of the man's penis, she suddenly found herself choking and gagging. Even so, she continued attempting to push more and more of it into her pharynx.
"Don't stop," Alfred cried out. "Don't stop!"
Micki had no idea precisely how to continue. At this point she decided her best bet was to keep on doing exactly what she was doing, so far. She strained to do her best, forcing herself to press her lips tightly around the seething length of cock as her tongue continued slithering back and forth along the under part of his thick and weighty prick. Her mouth tightly constricted around the minaret of his hotly swollen glans. Her saliva was running out of her mouth around the thickness of the cock she was sucking, dribbling down her cheeks, onto her temples into her hair, but it didn't seem to matter to her. She was completely caught up in the vortex of sucking her uncle's swollen cock. God, but it was so thick and juicy, spreading her lips and her cheeks, actually stretching them.
Alfred was now bent far forward, all but sitting on the pretty redheaded girl's beautiful face, his hanging balls pounding against her throat and chin as his heated length of prick foraged ever deeper into her throat, sensing her gullet slowly relaxing and opening so it was able to accommodate him without causing her to choke.
All Micki was able to see what the man's hairy pelvis as her hands moved beneath his buttocks and helped ease their weight from her breasts. It was as if the whole world was the crotch of a man, and she was in the very center. She was helplessly caught by the hard length of masculine licentiousness for the balance of her entire life, and though she cursed herself for admitting it, she realized she was starting to enjoy it. And the pressure of the glans pressing into her pharynx was tantalizing her own body, building sensations she had not expected to feel; sensations she had felt in her own vagina the time her uncle had so notoriously fucked her.
Her hungry mouth sucked anxiously, slurping up and down the length of his consistently thrusting penis. Her licking tongue, at one point, encircled the heavy pole as it tugged back, feeling the ridge of his corona as well as the tiny slit in his glans. And as the penis slid back in, it was her palate that began distinguishing the eyelike cut from the rest of the highly oversensitive head.
Thrills, like showering needles poured through her aching body, and Micki realized she was doing precisely what her uncle had said--she was starting to enjoy it. Impossible as it seemed, she was not only adapting to it, but completely enjoying it. Her lower torso began bouncing up and down on the bed, her slender thighs rubbing together repeatedly. What felt like boiling oil continued flowing from her vaginal chalice, and she understood she was aching to feel the cock now stuffing her mouth in her vagina, as well. She wanted it in two places at once. This made her a more sinful creature than her uncle, because in spite of what he was doing to her, he was content to use one of her orifices at a time. But she, wicked girl that she was, ached to have a penis in her vagina and her mouth.
She sucked more adamantly, as if demanding the penis massaging the nerve-endings in her throat continue building her to the wonderful orgasm she was certain waited for her as well as for her uncle. Oceans of sputum now poured from her clogged mouth down the sides of her face onto the bed.
Micki paid no attention to the drool, nor did she pay attention to the fact that her uncle, her erstwhile lover was now perspiring heavily, large drops of sweat running along the man's inner thighs, dripping from the tight crack in his ass, and falling from his moving crotch onto her face and throat.
Alfred was slamming in and out of the sweet young girl's mouth like a thick piston pumping through a fitted valve, his solid cock pressing firmly against her lingual organ as it continuously pressed its way into her throat with each forward thrust, sinking deeper and deeper, feeling the slightly sensitive scrape of her partially closing teeth and rubbing firmly against her two lips.
Alfred's thighs pressed a bit more tightly around her cheeks as he began bouncing wildly up and down, actually thrusting his heavy cock down her gullet as if stabbing into it with a long saber, then tugging back allowing her encircling lips to tease his flexing penile point, and then once again lancing back in.
Micki sucked wildly, no longer thinking about right and wrong. She was at the point where she was a sensing animal, interested solely in the thrilling feelings continuing to wildly permeate her aching young body from crown to crotch, delightfully thrilled at the taste of his penis, no longer able to get enough of it. Her head was floating in the clouds as she concentrated on compressing her lips all the more tightly to enhance and build the enjoyment for both, her uncle and herself. She wondered if it was possible for the circle of her lips to scrape off an outer layer of skin on his throbbing phallus.
Oh Lord! How wickedly wonderful! How evilly delightful! Now she understood the feelings he knew when eating her pussy. Had there been room in her mouth she would have swallowed his balls inside, as well. Her jaws ached from the strain of being constantly forced apart.
"Oh sweet Jesus!" she heard him gasp in a strangled voice. "God almighty... ohhhhh... it feels so... uuunnnggghhh... great... just keep doing it... keep doing it... keep suckinnnnggg... ohhhhh Godddd! You have a mouth like... uuunnnhhh... no other...womannnn... in the... hhhhuuuunnnnngggghhhh... worlddddd..."
The man's entire body was shuddering as his slamming penis thickened even more, making it al but impossible to fit into the girl's sucking throat The continual massage of the corona sliding into her gullet made Micki writhe insanely as one of her hands continued pinching and squeezing his buttocks and the other hand came around front and cupped the testicles that had been slamming against her chin. She weighed their heaviness and warmth in her tiny hand.
"That's itttttt... ohhhhh... sweeeeet girlllll... " Micki heard his voice and it spurred her on as her lips continued encompassing the swollen lance with the purple crown. She allowed the entire pole to continue gliding along the length of her licking tongue as she continually tried absorbing more and more of the immense thickness, tasting the delightful flavor of his delicious seepage as it continued leaking into her throat.
Alfred groaned above her, watching the beautiful red-haired girl labor almost furiously with her mouth tightly encasing his hotly aching, nakedly throbbing shaft of burning lust. The man found it almost impossible to believe what his eyes saw and his hard cock felt. This lovely, gorgeous female for whom he had waited so long was, indeed, sucking his cock. It was almost like seeing his sister, her mother, the ultimate prude, doing it.
She was actually gorging the entire length of his meaty muscle into her mouth and down her throat. Oh great God! This had indeed been worth waiting for. His lovely little niece was not only sucking his cock, but it was plain she was enjoying it. True, she might deny it later. In fact, he'd be disappointed if she didn't deny her enjoyment of it when this was over, but the truth of the matter was very plain. She had his blood, and in spite of her mother's teachings, she had his yearnings.
He reached for pillows and jammed them under Her lovely head, trying to prop her up into a more comfortable position. Christ! At one point he had almost lost his temper and had come close to hurting the lovely little fragile girl. It was simply a question of who would be the dominant figure in their relationship. Now she was starting to understand, and more important, she was- cooperating. The look on her face told him how vividly she was concentrating on her fellating, sucking as if his hard cock was a fat straw through which she hoped to suck the ultimate wine. She was loving it, every bit of it.
His knees were jammed under her arms, and he put more weight on them, lifting his buttocks completely off the young girl's heaving chest. His fingers reached beneath him to grab her elongated nipples and play with them as he continued vehemently slamming his penis forward. He stared in entranced fascination as one of her hands continued rubbing his buttocks while the other lovingly cupped his scrotum, and her head bobbed up and down the immensely thick stalk of his hard cock.
Irresistibly, Alfred continued cramming his pulsating penis between her small, delicately o veiled lips as he stared with licentiously impassioned captivation, seeing how her cheeks alternately bloated and then sucked themselves in as her head continued bobbing in utter and total subservience; the subservience he had been consistently demanding. She would resist a while longer, continuing to curse him and herself, but he was certain he had to eventually win her to his way of thinking. As far as Alfred Benente was concerned, his way of thinking was the only correct way.
Reaching down, Alfred caught the lovely young girl's face between his palms, continually guiding his massively swollen cock in and out of her sucking mouth, cramming it to the very depths before withdrawing it, each time. He listened to the loud sucking sounds her lips made as they continued pulling on his enlarged masculine flesh. The red hair spread around her head on the pillows beneath looked like halos of sunlight framing her lovely face, causing her to look like a madonna. Christ! A madonna was sucking his cock. The prickling sensation of her tongue was the pressure of a million cactus needles sticking into him, goading him, driving him to ever-rising feelings of mounting desire.
The continually forced sucking of her uncle's stallion like penis was continuing to build a thrillingly obscene stimulation in Micki's body. It was a stimulation her brain was at a total loss to explain. Just how she was able to feel this thrill when forced to do something so totally obscene and sickly perverted made no sense. At this point, knowing meant nothing. Accepting, waiting, hoping were the important things, and her uncle's sexuality had so totally dominated her, she was once again accepting. An intemperate licentiousness was flaring through her entire self, making her soft belly ladder again and again, despite the terrible way all this had started and the humiliation and the shame she'd had to endure.
The tears were no longer falling from her pretty eyes as her hand clung to his ballooned testicles while her hungry, anxious mouth swallowed more and more of the heavy man's unbelievably lengthy, thick organ, tugging it farther into the hidden recesses of her pharynx, surrounding it with the small shelter of her sucking mouth. Her tongue was involuntarily continuing to lick this way and that, exploring every narrow ridge and tiny wrinkle of his solidly thickened penis. Each time the cock retreated, her tongue used its own point to continue probing the slenderly narrow split in the blood-bloated head.
Strange and wonderful feelings were continuing to build in her magnificent body, increasing in intensity with every passing second. She sucked the nectar like flavor of his seeping oil, drinking it continually down her throat, feeling it form puddles in the pit of her belly.
. Micki apparently no longer - needed guidance now. Though still an amateur at sucking cock, she was learning very swiftly as she continually tasted the thrilling piquancy of his oily secretions. She continued ravishing her wetly warm tongue all over his masculine probe, never dreaming so perverted and pagan an act was so wonderfully thrilling.
Sucking harder than ever, Micki felt Alfred cramming his pulsing penile piston deeper and deeper into her esophagus. She sucked anxiously, willingly, aching to feel the salacious and scintillating actuality of this magnificent cock in the clamping haven of her pretty mouth. She wanted to continue sheltering the organ, showering it with her own salivary love, until... until when? Until he came? Until he fired the great gobs of heavy semen down her throat? No! No! No! She didn't want to taste that antiseptic odor of bleach in her mouth. She didn't want him firing his fluid down her throat. Not that!
But even as her mind objected to the idea of swallowing his sperm little muffled mewls of thrilled delight poured from her overfull mouth around the magnificent sword she was continually attempting to swallow whole.
Her own thighs were squeezing tightly together, rubbing, pressing, then opening... then closing the way the wings of a moth moved. The hand squeezing his buttocks squeezed harder, causing his throbbingly long penis to rub along the roof of her mouth as it crammed itself down her throat. Her hand began digging its fingers into his gluteal flesh, cutting in, making little deltas that were rapidly filling with blood as she sucked harder, more deeply, clamping her lips so tightly around his cock she was creating a vacuum. She felt the piercing desire trembling through his yearning stem of masculine muscle.
Micki felt her uncle's loins jerk as the muscles in his buttocks tightly clenched, and the massive head of his cock, already swollen to half again its normal size enlarged even more in her voraciously sucking mouth as it pressed those inner nerve-endings in her gullet until her body was totally out of control. Her mind registered the fact that he was about to come, and icy fear shot through her brain. The idea of sucking his sperm down her throat seemed too perverted, too filthy. And then her mind no longer had any ideas.
"UUUUHHHHRRRRKKKK... AAAAKKKKGGGGHHHHH... " she gasped as the orgasm blasted through her body, making her squirm and writhe, keeping the fat penis moving faster than ever as it stimulated her nerve-endings to the point where the world simply exploded.
Dimly, very dimly, she heard what sounded like another scream, but her mouth was too clogged with cock for it to be coming from her. It was her uncle who was bellowing, his hips thrusting forward as the great cock jammed itself into her gullet and the heatedly boiling, explosively bursting sperm gushed forth in one rapid burst after another. Micki's throat automatically swallowed to keep her from drowning. She gulped swiftly and rapidly, her throat opening and closing in a frantic survival effort.
"MYYYYYGODDDDDD... YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH... " Alfred bellowed, his head thrown back in delicious agony as he emptied his balls down his niece's working throat. The two remained that way for what seemed like an eternity before his penis, empty and flaccid, slipped from her mouth and he lay beside her.
And now that the orgasm was gone and there were no more thrills, Micki felt more horrified and humiliated than ever.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I don't care," Micki said to Mike Reichmann, the travel agent. "Anywhere, anywhere at all, as long as it's far away from here."
They were sitting at his desk at the rear of the agency, he, in another fancy, four-hundred dollar suit of dark blue, and she in a pink blouse and skirt, and Micki's eyes were red from having cried for a full hour after her uncle had gone.
"This sounds serious," Reichmann said to her in a soothing voice. "You have a problem of some kind and you're trying to run away from it. That never solves anything. The time to leave is when the problem has been taken care of. Perhaps I can help you."
"Running away is the only thing that can help me," Micki insisted. "And that's the only way you can help me. I can't stand being near that man."
"Aha! A lover's quarrel?"
"Hardly! It's just that I'd like to stay away from a certain man during waking hours."
"Well now, suppose I arrange to occupy your waking hours, until I've gotten you safely away from here."
"Why should you do that for me?" Micki asked, looking up into the man's leathery face, instantly suspicious.
"Why not?" Reichmann asked. "It means making some nice commissions, so I benefit as well by making certain you're able to travel."
"That makes sense," Micki nodded. "All right."
Reichmann escorted her from the agency, leaving it in the capable 'hands of the assistant manager, Bob Belgian. The two got into his car and he drove to the nearby big city, where, for the rest of the day, he wined and dined the girl, making her feel like a grown-up in a romance movie. Not that he was able to wipe the shame of what had happened to her away. Nonetheless, she was starting to feel a lot better. As the day wore on, he continued pouring what seemed like a very light wine into her, and as the evening came on, she found her head spinning like the proverbial top.
"I don't want to go back, yet," she slurred, not realizing she was more than a little drunk. "Take me somewhere else."
"Sure," Reichmann nodded, "I'll take you to my place."
His place turned out to be a fancy split-level house built against the side of a hill... almost as if the house had been cut right into the stone making up most of the hill. It had eight rooms, all large and airy, and Micki continued sipping wine as she stared out his living room window, looking at the lights of the many homes below.
"I'll never let myself be forced into making love again," Micki snapped, her voice slurring again.
"What's so terrible about making love?" Reichmann asked.
"S'awful, s'not decent."
"That depends on your partner," Reichmann told her. "If you have the right partner, then it's wonderful."
"Can't tell," Micki shrugged. "I've only had a horrible man, so far. Don' wanna try it with anyone else."
"Too bad," another voice cut in.
Looking up, Micki saw a honey blonde enter the room. The woman was wearing a sheer negligee, and beneath it was absolutely nothing, revealing the fascinating shape of her lush body. Micki stared, feeling shame for the woman.
"What you need is to see how people in love enjoy themselves," the curvaceous blonde with the pug nose and wide brown eyes insisted, her full lips pink with the lipstick she had put on.
"No, no, no," Micki drunkenly insisted. "S'all wrong, y'see. Gotta be married for it to be right."
"No," the blonde insisted, coming closer. "You have to be in love. That's more important than being married. Mike and I are very much in love. And when there's love, there is no wrong."
"Still wrong," Micki insisted, allowing herself to be guided to the master bedroom without realizing where she was.
"No!" the blonde insisted. "Now you sit here," she said, plopping the red-haired girl in a large overstuffed chair, "and you watch Mike and me as we play on the bed. Now remember, what we're doing we're doing out of love, not lust."
"Love... not lust," Micki murmured.
She sat back and watched as Reichmann, who had disappeared while she had been talking to the blonde, whose name was Chris, walked back into the room, totally naked.
Micki gasped, feeling drunkenly embarrassed looking at the man's slender, leathery body. He already had a stiff erection which, while not quite the equal of her uncle's, was more than creditable considering how much shorter and thinner the man was.
She stared as the two crawled on the gigantic bed, both completely nude. Chris's body glistened, and the aroma rising from her let Micki know, drunk as she was, that the blonde had coated her body with some kind of aromatic oil.
This is terrible, Micki thought. I shouldn't be watching this.
But she continued staring, drunkenly fascinated as the blonde kneeled between Reichmann's thighs with her head hovering over his penis. She listened as the blonde began purring like a contented kitten and planted a wet, slurpy kiss on the head of the man's thick penis. Then she drew a sizable hunk between her lips and began merrily sucking away.
Looking made Micki think of her uncle's penis sawing between her own lips, and though her mind continued insisting it was vile and atrocious, her eyes remained locked on the sight. She was fascinated, and without realizing it, she began comparing Chris's technique with that of the other woman she had seen in the movie, Fellatio! She decided that although Chris was definitely superior to that woman, obviously doing what she was doing with gusto because of the love she claimed she had for Reichmann, it seemed to Micki Christ, for all her expertise, was not nearly as good as she, Micki, had been, earlier.
No! she insisted to herself. No! I will not involve myself. I am not one who loves to indulge in wicked things.
"It's all right," Reichmann called out to her. "You see, Chris and I love each other, so it's fine for us to do this."
Well, she reasoned to herself, her parents loved each other, and they kept on doing the same thing. Maybe love took the stigma of shame away. She, herself, was becoming more and more heatedly aroused. A few nights ago, when she had watched the movie, she had been relatively dispassionate when she had seen what was taking place on the screen. But this... this was unbelievable. Her body had become an ignited kiln, and as the wine continued fogging her common sense, she stared at the couple on the bed and realized she was almost dribbling saliva.
The scene had her vagina dripping more and more soaking lubrication, and she felt herself becoming inwardly charged, as if preparing to do something with her wicked uncle. But her uncle wasn't here. Wasn't that wonderful? If her uncle wasn't here, then she would not be able to do anything shameful. After all, the couple on the bed loved one another, and it wasn't shameful for them. They had told her as much, and if they said it, it had to be true... or did it? She wasn't sure. But it seemed the blonde really loved filling her mouth with Reichmann's cock. There was that appearance of pure ecstasy on the woman's face. And Reichmann, himself, seemed in some sort of trance.
The couple slid off the bed, and Reichmann stood while Chris willingly knelt before him and continued sucking on his penis. Micki gasped out loud, the salacious sight tremendously overpowering, especially now that she was able to smell the musky aroma seeping from Chris's vagina as the latter continued sucking.
"You sure s'all right?" Micki asked, her conscience still continually nagging at her.
"Of course it is," Reichmann told her. "In fact, the two of us love you, too. You can join us if you wish, but only if you wish and if you feel love for us."
Chris refused to move, at least for a good ten seconds as her mouth loudly slurped around Reichmann's hard cock. She had a hungry look on her face and an impish gleam in her eye as if totally reluctant to surrender her own private prick. But finally she allowed the solid stanchion of tortured flesh to slip from between her lips. She turned to look at Micki with a wide grin on her face, her bottom lip stuck out as if pouting that she had to surrender her prize.
Had Micki been sober, she would have run screaming from the house. Her already tortured mind was suffering from all the "evil" her uncle had forced on her. Sober, she would have realized these people were doing the same bad things her uncle continued making her do. And because these people did it so willingly, they had to be just as bad. But she was just drunk enough to be influenced, while not soused enough to pass out.
"That was great!" Reichmann screamed, howling like a banshee, once again jumping onto the bed. Chris was right there, leaping with him. That was when Micki realized they were on a waterbed, as the mattress rolled and rolled beneath their bodies before settling down enough for them to do things other than giggle and laugh. They began avidly exploring one another's bodies with their hands, and what impressed Micki's besotted mind most was the fact that neither insisted she join them.
Walking over to the edge of the bed, she knelt and stared at their bodies, watching them play with one another, frolicking happily like young children. It seemed so "normal" to her fumed brain, she had to laugh when they laughed.
It was hot in the bedroom, very hot. Her hand went to the buttons on her blouse and slowly undid them. Sober, she would have been long gone. Drunk, she was slowly falling under the spell of the two people, wishing she was able to have some of the love they were sharing with one another. Her conscience tried eeling through the drunken, mesmeric fog, attempting to snap her out of the desirous lethargy overtaking her. Her blouse fell to the floor, and that was when she was aware of hands helping her. It was Chris, the girl. Well, that was okay. Back home, she and her sisters constantly helped one another to dress and undress. Now Chris helped her slip out of everything, carefully folding everything, and as the blonde's hands wandered over Micki, Reichmann sat up but made no attempt to touch her. Completely bombed, Micki began spilling her entire story to the couple, though she omitted her uncle's name.
When she was finished, Chris looked at her and said, "Poor girl. Of course your uncle doesn't love you. Force is never right. You have to do things willingly."
And she pushed Reichmann on the waterbed again, diving between his open thighs and licking his cock and balls with her tongue. Because the man wasn't staring at her, Micki, though naked, felt she was watching a movie rather than being with real people. Her heated body craved sexual indulgence, and on her knees, she pushed her head onto the bed, slowly joining Chris between the man's thighs, intently watching everything, as if in a close-up. While Chris lapped Reichmann's testicles, she pushed her head closer and rubbed her cheek against the side of his upstanding cock. Her nose twitched as she inhaled the scent emanating from his groin, and because she was as drunk as she was, all inhibitions temporarily drowned themselves as she felt the man jerk and shudder because of her cheek.
"Would you like to try it?" Chris asked. "Mmmmmm... dunno," Micki shrugged. "S'really wrong, y'know."
"Not if you do it with love," Chris whispered. "Love is the key to everything. Try it!"
"Okay," the redhead nodded, a small smile crossing her pretty lips. She flicked her tongue out and began running it around the tip of the penis, instantly comparing it to that of her uncle's. She decided though her uncle was a nasty man, his penis was not only thicker, but tastier. Her tongue ran around the reddish tip again and again before licking its way down the underside to lap against the swollen wrinkly sac that was filled with his burgeoning oval-shaped testicles.
Reichmann responded as if someone had dropped a hotwire against his scrotum. He shouted, leaped, and the waterbed rolled with his continuing squirming and writhing. He shouted out his pleasure, and Micki continued lapping, drunkenly overjoyed she was able to give a man love instead of having to have it forced from her.
"Golly," Chris gasped, "you are good, really good."
Michael Reichmann smiled to himself. Until he had brought Micki to his home, the wine she had swallowed was just that; wine. But the wine he had given her when she had come home was laced with a liquid extract of Yohimbine, one of the true aphrodisiacs. So the heat building inside Micki's body had been artificially stimulated, and she writhed and wriggled insanely as she sucked, not knowing why her body came to life so quickly, and too drunk to realize her overly moral self had once again been overcome. Young and trusting, she was not used to subterfuge, and so her uncle, who truly loved her, was a villain in her eyes, whereas these people whom she barely knew, and who had tricked her were the loving people she thought she needed.
Chris continued urging Micki on, making a game of what they were doing. The one benefiting the most was Mike Reichmann whose cock was receiving the oral ministrations of two different females.
The two women had completely different styles.
While Micki kissed, using her tongue and her lips to swamp the man's penis, licking, sucking, even nibbling a little with her teeth, Chris simply parted her lips and drew in a patch of scrotal skin, sucking softly and tenderly, her lips moving artfully all over the entire sac.
Micki wondered why she didn't feel embarrassed as her tongue continued licking to the top of the solidly meaty shaft, at which point she ovalled her lips and covered the tip of the penis, using her mouth as a hood, sucking her entire way down the length of the cylinder. This was so much fun... so her drugged and alcoholic-hazed brain thought, pushing what was left of her conscience completely into the background. When her lips reached the bottom of the mighty penis, pulling the head into her throat for a moment, she compressed the ring of her gullet tightly around his corona, making Reichmann bellow, "She can teach you tricks, Chris."
Then her mouth rose, lifting entirely off the swollen cock, and she began running the flat of her tongue in twisting spirals around and around the throbbing penis.
It's so much more fun when I do it, myself, with me being on top, she thought.
Her mouth created a twisting, rolling stroke as she wiped her tongue up and down, pausing on each upstroke to press her tonguetip into the tiny hole in the center of his penile head.
"She does have talent," Chris admitted. "And with that red hair, well she'll be worth a fortune."
He groped blindly with his hands, unable to see, the pressure of the two mouths totally overwhelming him. His hand made contact with one of Chris's round breasts. Chris had smaller breasts than Micki. Her areolae were deep tan, as were her nipples. His other hand reached down and filled itself with Micki's dangling breast. God! Feeling two different breasts, two different kinds of skin, two different nipples with different lengths, different roudnesses, and the different shape of each breast-as well, added to the delightful salaciousness of it all. And all the while the women continued with the production of the fiercely strange and wonderful thrills that were building between his shuddering thighs.
Micki discovered she was moaning with thrilled wonder. Now that her conscience was asleep and her drunken mind was able to accept the lie the two people had told her about their loving her, she delved into the sport even more keenly. Heavy spurts of vaginal oil began oozing from the depths of her own interior, coating her cuntal lips. It rolled down her inner thighs in heavier and heavier layers, burning her flesh. And Chris felt her own fluids bubbling inside her inner cauldron, and now her flow began coating her thighs, too. Soon the air in the bedroom was heavy with the aroma of the combined musk of the two females, their collective need and desire seemingly completely amplified as they continued using their mouths with greater relish.
Micki smelled Chris's scent, and chills vibrated through her. There was something so overpoweringly arousing about the blonde.
"Girls," Reichmann called out, "if the two of you would get those lovely asses around over here," he told them, his voice croaking with a throaty, almost froglike whisper. "You know it's possible whatever little problems are plaguing the two of you just might be taken care of." - Micki raised her drunken eyes to look at Chris and noticed the blonde, who was on her left, was moving her buttocks to her own left, almost a hundred-and-eighty degrees. So she moved her own behind in a semi-circle to the right.
Whatever Mike Reichmann had in mind for Micki, it didn't interfere with his enjoyment of her. He had two pussies hovering over his face now, with Micki's right thigh crossed , over to the right side of his head, and Chris's left thigh over Micki's, on the left side of his head. Two hotly dripping vaginas were directly over his face, as were two delicious looking asses with four rounded, moonlike buttocks. He was panting like a shaggy 'dog as he stared at the twin anal openings. Four moons were in the heavens about his face, and a star twinkled between each pair of moons. And the lovely furry divides of their vaginas, wet and oily, made him growl with hunger. He wrapped one arm around Micki's buttocks and the other arm around Chris's, noting the girls had moved around while continuing to minister to his hard cock with their mouths. One tongue continued working over the length and breadth of his heavy penis, while the other tongue lapped his pulsating testicles.
Pulling on Chris's rump, he tugged her buttocks down and boldly stabbed his tongue into the heated depths of her quivering vagina. He wildly lashed it around inside, stirring it as if it were a spoon inside a wonderful witch's cauldron. There was a rich, musky, melonlike sweetness to Chris's oil he had never found with any other female. He sucked, drinking her seepage, then loudly smacked his lips as if he had enjoyed a vintage wine. And then the blonde began rolling her lovely hips in wild undulation, sliding the tortured labia of her hot cunt back and forth against his anxiously sucking mouth.
After licking Chris's outer labia and cleaning them up, he gave her a gentle pat on the rump then rolled his head over to Micki's side. The red-haired girl's entire body had been waiting to feel the man's tongue. After hearing the way he had slurped through Chris's cunt, she was certain the man was a master when it came to using his lingual extension. He saw how she was anticipating his tongue and he purposely hesitated for a moment, enjoying her expectant torment before finally invading the delicious depths of her vaginal interior with his working tongue. He slushed into the heatedly wet inner cave of her thrillingly convulsed vagina. His tongue enjoyed the taste of her inner honey as much as it did that of Chris. Too bad the girl was such a naive young thing. But then, it was naive young girls like Micki who helped him really earn money. Not that Chris wouldn't have been good, too. But Chris was a little older, and his "clientele" required young girls still in their teens.
Reichmann wanted to fuck Micki, but he was afraid penile penetration of her vagina might snap her out of the funk in which she was temporarily wallowing. Neither the aphrodisiac nor the effects of all the wine the girl had imbibed would last much longer. Since he had brought her home with him on a "trial" basis, and had discovered just what it would take to overcome her inhibitions, he wasn't ready to use the girl for what he eventually had in mind. He would eventually have to take her home, and then arrange to meet her again, at which time he'd be able to follow through. This was why he feared physically penetrating her with his cock.
"Look," he called out to the two females. "The time has come for some real love. Chris, baby, you sit on my cock, but face away from me. Just slide it into your tightly dripping pussy."
Chris immediately jumped up, and Micki moved over to the side as the pretty blonde woman lowered her vagina, slowly but surely swallowing up the hard staff of throbbing cock. Micki lowered her head, slowly moving down, down, down, watching the way Chris's hot cunt slowly absorbed the throbbing penis.
Must be the way my vagina looked when it sucked Uncle Alfred's penis inside, she mused.
And that was precisely what Chris did. She leaned back, very slow, very carefully, until she was able to tuck the top of her pretty blonde head beneath Reichmann's angular chin.
Reichmann slipped one of his hands under her arm and used the fingers of that hand to surround her pear-shaped breast, catching the nut-brown nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing solidly. Chris sighed, marveling at the intensity of pleasure she always enjoyed with this man who had become her lover, three years earlier. He had lured her to his house as he had so many other girls, but he had flipped for her, and instead of eventually merchandising her to someone else, he kept her, using her to help lure other unwary girls. Chris gasped and shuddered, twisting her head to the side as Reichmann began nibbling on an ear. When his tongue lanced into the center of her ear, Chris gasped out loud.
"What do you want me to do?" Micki asked, suddenly feeling alone and left out.
"As we... uhhhh... told you," Reichmann grunted, feeling Chris's lower body rise and fall on his thrust-up cock, "this is purely an act of love. You must do what you want to do... what you feel inside is right."
The man congratulated himself for saying that. This would keep her mind totally at rest. Not building fear or anxiety at this point would keep her under the influence of the alcohol and the drugs a bit longer.
Micki didn't know what to do at this point. She thought of sitting on Reichmann's face again, but somehow she felt it would be rude. After all, that would leave Chris out of it, and besides, sitting on Reichmann's face meant making him please her without her pleasing him. After all, she wanted to please the two of them at the same time.
Staring down at the underside of Reichmann's penis as the full length of it continued sliding in and out of Chris's hot cunt, she got an idea. She had no explanation for why so lascivious an idea came to her, but with her conscience asleep it seemed the most natural thing in the world for her to want to try it. Falling down to her elbows, she moved her face closer to where the cock was buried in the cunt. She noticed Chris's pelvic hair was a shade lighter than the blonde hair on her head. Nothing phony about this woman. Her pelvic hair was proof she didn't use dye.
Her tongue reached out, as if of its own accord, crackling with newborn energy, and she rolled it over the mass of wrinkled flesh that contained Reichmann's balls. Each time Chris rose, Micki's tongue followed her up, licking the underside of the man's throbbing staff, right up to where the knotted flesh of his glans joined below the slit in his penile tip.
Micki was enjoying herself, half stoned out of her mind as she lapped the testicles again and again. She enjoyed it most when Chris raised her vagina to the top of Reichmann's cock and she was able to insert her tongue a part of the way into the blonde woman's cunt, licking both, the interior of Chris's vagina and the underside of Reichmann's hard cock, at the same time. She lapped at the man's corona, tickling it and then letting her tongue slide back down to the base of the man's penis as Chris's hot cunt once again absorbed the throbbing staff. She eased her lingual invader up even when Chris's cunt was down, and for the first time understood just why her uncle had been so crazy to taste her own vagina. She was lapping at the blonde's clitoris, sucking it with as much verve as her uncle had sucked hers, using her tongue to lap around the thickly fleshy folds of Chris's labia. Each time she rubbed her tongue against the clitoris, Chris's cunt tightened around Reichmann's hard cock.
"Oh God!" Reichmann gasped. "I've... uhhhh... never felt anything like this before... huuuunnnhhhh... "
"Micki," Chris gasped, "I love 'you... I love you... keep sucking on my clitoris... yes... yes... yes... don't stop... bite it... chew on it... ohhhhhh... Goddddddddd... that's fantastic... " Oddly enough, in all their perverse lives together, this was the first time the two of them had ever been gone down on together while fucking. It was the most insane experience in their lives, and it had taken a prudish young girl to do it.
Chris cupped her hands around the pretty red-haired girl's face and gently pressed on her cheeks, forcing her tongue and lips to press all the harder against the raw, fiery mass of syrupy flesh formed by the union of her vagina around Reichmann's solid cock. She reached even lower and cupped her hands around Reichmann's balls, enjoying the way Micki continued licking the taut inner walls of her vagina.
Micki continued alternating her tongue between Chris's sodden cunt and the wet length of hard cock on which she was posting. The action of Micki's working tongue transformed the honey blonde's bubbling inner citadel into a mighty and powerful vacuum cleaner. And the strong muscles within that darkly wet and sticky world moved without control: tugging, rubbing, sliding, rolling, and continually engulfing the hard and solid lance of masculine meat that was Reichmann's pulsing cock.
"My God!" Chris screamed. "I'm close. I'm already close. I'm going to come. It's never happened this fast before."
The woman was there, on the slender razor's edge of a monumentally sprawling climax. Reichmann felt the orgasm take life in the very tips of the blonde woman's toes as they began wildly wiggling and snapping. The pressure building within was now shooting up the insides of her legs, crackling like lines of electricity moving through her nerves. And then the pressure thundered into Chris's thighs, setting the flesh there to quivering as it rolled into her tautly strained buttocks, building up a final head of steam for the violent charge through her simmering vaginal corridor. Chris sucked in strong, deep breaths of air, trembling, and then she began shouting, "UUUUUHHHHH... I... AAAAYYYYAAAAHHHH... MY GODDDD... I'MMMMM... OHHHHH... COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGUUUUHHHH!!!"
It was all Reichmann was able to do to hold the blonde down. She wildly thrashed about on top of him, slamming her buttocks wildly against his groin repeatedly, her inner body rippling and jerking with spasms... and then Reichmann shouted as his penis slid from her squeezing interior because of the crazy way she was bucking up and down. Her movements were so wild, he was unable to fit his long cock into that wet and wonderful world of her quivering inner membranes.
"For God's sake," he shouted. "Someone do something for me... Oh God... Chris... honey, get that cunt on my cock... oh God... I'm in pain... it hurts... uuunnnhhhh... someone... Micki... please... please... " Micki was oblivious to all sound at that moment. She was staring at the convulsing vagina of the blonde woman, and seeing how strongly Chris was climaxing, she remembered how much better it had felt for her when her uncle's tongue had probed through her insides. She utilized her own energy to clamp her mouth on Chris's clitoris, and then she wildly sucked with fevered passion, draining every last little sensation from the honey blonde's shuddering clitoris.
Reichmann's balls were so swollen, they felt like two cantaloupes between his open thighs. The agony became more intense with each passing moment. Chris's bouncing up and down on his pelvis wasn't doing him too much good, either. The hard muscles in his groin began knotting and he feared he might have a cramp in his testicles if some relief was not forthcoming, shortly.
The final vestiges of Chris's orgasm finally eased their way out of the blonde woman's aching vagina, and she felt limp as a calm settled over her as it always did at such a time. Her head was spinning wildly, and it took a moment for her to realize the man beneath her was in agony.
"I have an idea," the drunk Micki announced, remembering something her uncle once told her as she lay on the waterbed beside Reichmann. "Why not rub that wonderful penis of yours between my breasts," and she pushed her breasts together, making them appear even more swollen and puffy.
Reichmann wasted no time in sitting on the girl's belly, pressing his penis between her beautiful breasts. He pushed it back and forth, and each time he shoved it forward,, it seemed to reach closer to her face, until it was touching the underside of Micki's chin. The red-haired girl giggled as Chris used pillows to prop her head up. Now, as the penis slid forward, the head would move into her mouth. Then it would slide back between her breasts. Her lips made loud sucking noises as she slurped on the throbbing phallic point, but the sounds were drowned out by the gasping moans of Michael Reichmann who was frantic to reach his own satisfaction.
Chris saw the oily secretions all but squirting from Micki's cunt, and tired as she was, she decided Micki deserved a climax of her own. And so she pushed her head between Micki's wide open thighs, and while Reichmann continued pounding his penis into the girl's open mouth while pushing it between her breasts, Chris began sucking on Micki's clitoris.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH... EEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH... " he bellowed, and his penis began spurting. The fluid splashed into Micki's face, smearing all over her lips and cheeks, even hitting her eyelids, but she didn't notice because her own climax slammed into her, and she blacked out.
Reichmann and Chris, afterward, had to dress the red-haired girl and wash the sperm from her face and hair. Then Reichmann called a cab and had her taken to the address in her pocketbook.
CHAPTER SIX
When Micki awoke the following day, it was nearly noon. She had no recollection of returning to her uncle's home, nor did she remember how she had gotten to bed. In fact, she had no memory of where she had gone and what she had done after first entering Mike Reichmann's home. She did have one hell of a hangover to remind her she had gotten rip-roaring drunk... well very drunk, even if she wasn't the rip-roaring type.
She barely remembered Chris, and then it was only to recall the blonde's features. The sexual bout in which she had engaged was something her mind didn't remember, and so she thought she had nothing to reproach herself for.
Getting up, she staggered to the bathroom and performed most of her morning ablutions. Instead of a shower she elected to have a long, hot bubble bath. She sat in the tub, waiting for the pained dizziness in her head to clear. And that was when the bathroom door banged open and her uncle came storming in. This was the first time Micki had ever seen him angry.
"Just where were you last night, young lady?" he bellowed, angrily. "The chauffeur returned to Main Street to pick you up and he waited two hours before thinking to call me."
"My time is my own," Micki said in a low voice, cowed by his wrath. "Did you want me back here to do some more awful things to me?"
"You are a difficult girl to teach," he growled, and undid his belt, then opened his pants. "But by God, you will learn. I swear it, you will learn."
"Now you just go ahead and get out of here," she said, her voice flustered as she saw him remove the rest of his clothing, throwing everything in a comer. His penis dangled obscenely in front of him, but if he went on staring at her that way, she knew it was only a matter of minutes before it became very hard.
"You really know how to get to me," he snapped. "You're the only person to make me lose my temper in the last seventeen years. Your mother was equally adept at it."
He stared at her rounded shoulders gleaming above the soap bubbles. An ache filled him because he knew what glory lay beneath those bubbles. He had given her a lot of freedom with the idea of eventually winning her confidence, but now he realized how jealous he was. Not that he wouldn't accept her if some other man finally did convince her to make love, but the idea galled him that some other man might succeed where he had not... yet. He had done his best to avoid forcing himself on her, but it hadn't worked. Now he was going the other route; fucking her again and again until she eventually did learn how good it was. She had been under his roof four days, and in that time he had done things with her only twice, trying to keep from overpowering her. Even those two times... he'd been relatively gentle. True, he'd had to force her, but he hadn't hit her, he hadn't twisted any of her limbs or smacked her pretty face as she deserved. But from this point on things were going to be different. From now on, he was going to make her understand exactly how things were between them.
"What are you doing?" the terrified girl gasped.
"Move over, because uncle is going to join you in a little swim. It's time you understood that things are going to be exactly as I have said they will be."
"Alfred... stop it... no! No! You can't do this... " she yelled, her eyes watching with frozen fear as his underclothing fell to the floor and the man stepped into the oval-shaped tub with her. God! Each time she saw him he seemed so much more powerful... especially when he was naked. The girl shrank to the side, scrambling up to her feet, clinging to the slippery cold tiled walls in the corner.
Alfred stopped for an instant... a long instant as he stared at the wonderfully incredible nakedness of his niece's beautiful body. Micki was clinging fearfully to the walls, her eyes wide with continuing horror. Soap clung in foamy streaks to her high, rounded breasts. The bubbles ran down her small, flat belly and rounded satiny wet hips, as well as her slenderly beautiful thighs. She was still a perfect vision... what he had dreamed about all these years. And damn it all, she was his. Lord! No real female looked so perfect... from her tangled red bangs shading those large, terrified brown eyes, right down to her trimly slender ankles disappearing beneath the soapy bubbles. She had such a lovely body. Hell! King Kong would desert both Faye Wray and Jessica Lange for one like her. She had the kind of body a jet pilot would spot from ten-thousand feet in the air. Seeing her there with water falling from her body and soap bubbles touching her here and there made him more awed than ever by the warmly wet reality of her. She was his, his alone, and if she was so determined to be away from him, then when she was with him he was going to get as much mileage from her as possible. Sooner or later he would break this spirited redheaded mare to his way of thinking.
"Alfred... please... for the love of God, not here," she begged, her eyes darting to the side and her fingers inching along the wall as she prepared to leap from the tub.
"What do you mean, not here?" he asked. "It was in this bathroom where everything started."
"And it was here that I really learned to hate you," she snarled.
His eyes narrowed in anticipation, and he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her against the cold tile, a low, hungry moan spilling from his anxious throat as he caught her small mouth and kissed those ripe and tasty lips. She frantically spun her head from side to side, her wrists pushing hard against the steel grapnels of his hands. Alfred continued kissing her, even as she twisted her head, letting his lips fall on her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, her nose, and even her chin. His kisses covered her long-stemmed throat, his lips tasting how delicious she was all over. All of her was savory and tasty and salaciously arousing. And the more she resisted him, the more he wanted her. Micki was grunting, gasping, continually pulling her head away from his kissing mouth, but he kept raining his kisses all over her face and upper body, even pressing his lips to the upper swells of her lovely, rounded breasts.
"No... Alfred... don't... uggghhhh... do this... please... I swear... I'll tell mother... I'll tell her... "
"You do that," he gasped. "You go ahead and tell your mother, the sainted woman who I loved but who I couldn't touch because she was my sister. Do you know why she married that dull clod who is your father? In spite of her moral upbringing, your mother finally surrendered to the callings of her own flesh one night and let your father bed her. Believe me, I was in the next room, and if you think you had pain when you were deflowered, it was nothing compared to what your mother had. And yet, in spite of her agony she learned to love sex. She loves it with a passion equal to mine, and she knew you would be just like her, and so she told you to stay away from men until you were married because she knew once you became involved in lovemaking you'd lose control of yourself."
"No more!" Micki screamed. "I don't want to hear anymore."
She hated him more than ever at this moment, because what he was telling her was so obviously the truth. Her mother and father always sounded so passionate when they made love, she had envied them. And it had been her mother's consistent warnings that had prevented her from trying to indulge her curiosity. Her uncle had sounded every bit as passionate as her parents, but because of her upbringing she had found it impossible to respond to him. Perhaps she hated herself. After all, it was she who had turned him into the raving lunatic he seemed to be whenever he was alone with her. Not that she wanted him to be that way. But it was her fault for simply being herself.
"I love you, Micki," he snapped. "Damn it all, I can't stop loving you. And now that I have you, I'm going to go on making love to you until the end of time."
He caught her and pulled her against him in a strong grip, mashing the satin warmth of her wet flesh against him in a fierce crush. She felt his throbbing cock, long, thick and hard now, pointing straight up clamped between their naked bellies. His hand came up to grip her head and he held her still so his mouth was able to once again crush hers. A heated bolt of lightning blasted through him as he squeezed her so firmly against him, her rounded breasts mashed themselves against his manly chest. His mouth was all over hers, and his tongue was pushing straight between her teeth, once again fucking her mouth, tasting the warmth of her wonderful breath, and sucking the sweetness of her saliva into his own mouth. His hand gripped her skull even more firmly now, preventing her from twisting away, and he thrilled to the feeling of scintillating knives of lust that slashed through his aching loins.
Micki pushed frantically against her uncle's heavy shoulders, having squirmed free of his grip. She pushed and pushed but was unable to thrust him away from her. She breathed stertorously through wildly flaring nostrils. God! She felt as if her uncle was some kind of incubus, sucking the very life from her body. He was crazier now than ever before. He was completely insane.
She continued pushing and writhing. Her foot began slipping in the tub and she would have fallen save for the squeezing grip he had on her brutalized, naked body.
His mouth pulled away from hers for a moment, and Micki realized she was panting as heavily as he. He looked directly into her eyes, their faces inches apart.
"Stupid girl," he muttered. "Still trying to escape from the 'fate worse than death' without realizing it's the very reason for life. I'm the one man in the world who adores you, who all but worships you, and you keep turning away from me." And he wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, then reached down and cupped her buttocks, grinding his pelvis solidly against her fulcrum, kissing her again and again.
A heated flash shook Micki as her delicate genital area was lifted so that it mashed against the hardness of his tube-shaped cock. Her asscheeks were being squeezed so hard they became inflamed in his demanding hands. What had happened the previous night still caused her to feel lassitude, and so her will was starting to weaken though she knew she had to fight at all costs. His blood-filled, passion-incited penis was beating with twitching spasms against the softness of her whitely flat belly. His mouth was jammed against her own, his tongue fucking in and out as if it were a penis.
Micki's arms tightened their hold around her uncle's neck as her hands slid up and down his shoulders. She convinced herself she was holding him to keep herself from falling. The solidity of his hard cock rubbing against her body was inflaming her even though she was determined to resist at all costs. His firmly probing tongue stabbing into her mouth was moving in time to the insistent throb of his shuddering cock as the fully rigid member strained between their bodies.
"No... " she gasped, her tongue so used to his that it began automatically responding. "This is so wrong," she murmured, "so wrong." And a low moan escaped from her throat as, for the briefest moment she allowed herself to give in. They sucked and tantalized and squeezed and caressed and writhed as the bubbles in the bottom of the tub slowly evaporated around their ankles.
They remained standing there, tightly clamped against one another, their mouths panting as they kissed and their lips wildly sucking and slurping, feeling the incredible ecstasy of bare flesh against bare flesh. Micki's eyes were tightly closed, and for the briefest instant she was kissing her imaginary Prince Charming. And then she opened her eyes, and the comer of her vision caught sight of the pink mirrors, and the sight she saw froze her. The terror smashed into her belly like a boxer's fist. What was she doing? Oh God! She was turning into a wanton slut. All those times with her uncle were too much for her. Now her body was automatically responding whenever he touched her. No! No! No! She was a good girl underneath it all. Even if her mother had been unable to control herself, she, Micki, would benefit from her mother's mistake. She would learn to bring her own body under control.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o... " she screamed, struggling to free herself. "I won't... you mustn't... it's wrong... stop it... stop it... " she yelled, her mouth tugged away from his as she pushed firmly against the man's panting chest.
"Yesssss... " Alfred Benente hissed. "Definitely yes!" and he yanked her arms behind her, grabbing both wrists with one hand and keeping them pinned. He was panting heavily, feeling the breath in his chest raggedly escaping. "And even if you won't openly admit it, Micki, you want it every bit as much as I do. No girl can respond continually as you do and not want it."
With one hand still holding her twisted arms behind her, he reached down with his other hand and eased his tantalizing forefinger into the opening between her thighs, rubbing the moistened slit, teasing her open vulva, massaging her already aching clitoris.
Micki shut her eyes and threw her head back. Her long, white throat looked like that of Venus Risen From The Sea, a vine to be nibbled and kissed. The apples of her ripely rounded breasts stood up delightfully from the narrow ribcage beneath, their tips the color of tea roses, the nipples as hard and as tasty as cherries. His head slid down and Alfred tasted the heady flavor of her bosom, using his teeth to surround one hardened bud of delicious sweetness, his finger still sliding back and forth, in and out of the delta between the puffily swollen labia of her vagina. Libations of sweet syrup continually poured out all over his questing hand.
His gripping fingers were holding Micki's delicate wrists so tightly together, he felt them rub against each other in pain. She writhed and twisted, forgetting her discomfort for a brief moment as she felt her physical self overcoming her mind. The enchanting sensation of her breasts as his teeth continued biting and his lips simply kept on sucking them made her feel as if her uncle was sucking her very life from her nipples. The tautly inward tugging muscles inside her were dark forces working against her, overwhelming her while her conscience chided, her brain mocked, and her inner self judged and accused her of being a wanton whore. But her uncle's mouth and sliding finger imprisoned her more securely than the steel grip he had on her wrists.
Micki was panting wildly, her diaphragm moving heavily up and down as she waited for what her uncle would do next to the flesh that continually betrayed her. She had no idea that her body still felt the dregs of the drug Mike Reichmann had given her the previous evening. All she knew was, she felt the entire intricate mechanism of her inner body readying her for what she knew had to inevitably follow. Alfred was sawing his finger in and out of her seething cunt like a bow against a violin string. He was playing her body as if it were a finely tuned musical instrument, and the sounds coming from her mouth were like eerie wails, much like the music coming from a bowstring gently stroked. It was a wailing, a keening that bounced from one tiled wall to another, echoing and re-echoing throughout the room.
The man felt a wild elation growing inside him as his niece's rounded and whitely curvaceous body arched and wriggled as she cried out at the continual ecstasy his mouth and hand were eliciting. His pulsating cock was so huge it looked more like something attached to a whale than anything sported by a human male. He looked down for a moment to see its strength and visible urgency as it throbbed and flexed, the head a rich purple as it continued oozing a heavy quantity of lubricant.
He stared at Micki's red-matted pussy, the rich lips so swollen and slick with desire as her own juices continued coating them. Little by little she was opening like a flower bud, her upper, inner white thighs already sodden with her sticky lubrication.
Gripping the erect hardness of his throbbing penis, Alfred pressed it against Micki's tenderly swollen vagina, drawing the head up and down the length of her vaginal split, letting her feel its rubbery head slide between her vulva as it kept on moving up and down, building the heat to unbearable heights in her tenderly young body.
"Ohhhhh... Godddddd..." Micki gasped, feeling herself slipping more and more under the phallic spell. The contact of her slippery inner vaginal flesh had her panting insanely, while Alfred almost went into orbit. God! He just couldn't get enough of her. Even though he'd had her twice before, he kept on dreaming of her when she wasn't around. He dreamed she was willingly his, and this reality, even if she wasn't truly willing, was dreamlike, as well. He continued rubbing the thick head of his massively deadly weapon of flesh between her sucking lips, pressing it against her vulva repeatedly, and he realized he was unable to stop himself. It was too good to stop.
Micki, without realizing it, had forced herself up on tiptoes, arching her lovely body to get the maximum pleasure from the solidly dominant male organ as it continued working its way up and down between her aching vulva. Her thighs were opening of their own volition, and her lips were spreading themselves apart as her tiny pelvis arched itself against the heavy penis and ground itself against the mammoth penile point.
Alfred's other hand had released Micki's wrists, and he was using that hand to fondle her ripe and ready breasts, stroking them and pulling on the tender nipples, causing flaming poniards of thrilling pleasure to tear through her slim, white thighs. Micki flexed her taut pelvis and inner loins and rose a little higher on her tiptoes, and suddenly her vaginal lips closed over her uncle's heavy cock like a tightening vise of steel. The girl was unable to stop the movement of her hips, even though her brain continually called on her to stop. Her hips thrust back, then forth, and the head was pushing into her tight hole, making her sob. She didn't want it, she didn't want it, and yet it was still moving into her. And the worst part of it was, her body was doing the engulfing while he kept his hard organ stationary.
Alfred stared down at the lust-inciting movement of his niece's cunt, unable to believe it was she who was doing most of the work at this point. The tears in her eyes told him she didn't want it to happen. Inwardly she was still struggling with herself as well as with him, and he understood she had no control at this moment. What was taking place was happening because the blood that coursed through both of them was so overpowering. He watched as his swollen cock pushed until the head was completely surrounded by her vaginal interior.
Micki cried, weeping loudly that she didn't want it to happen and yet her body was completely oblivious to everything other than his burning hands and the flame-pointed branding iron still pushing into her, building her to that evil point-of-no-return. Her head whipped from side to side and her bangs flew back and forth across her white forehead.
Yes, she was aroused and Benente knew it. He knew if he kept her with him long enough, eventually, all he'd have to do was look at her in a certain way and she'd be all heated up and ready to go, whether she wanted to or not. Like her mother, she was hot-blooded and had no control over her lust. Catching her rounded hips in his hands, he guided her vagina until his blood-bloated, throbbingly blunt tip slid out of her and pressed against the shivering sensuality of her clitoris, and it was as if he had touched the young redhead with a bolt of pure lightning.
"Aaaaaaiiiyyyyaaaagggghhhh... " the redheaded girl began shouting and screaming as she felt the jagged electricity cut through her tender body, unevenly blasting her inner self to ashes as the man's huge epee of muscle massaged the tender extension of her clitoris. Sparks showered through her and she felt as if she was shorting out. Grabbing his firm shoulders to steady herself, the girl automatically responded, arching up again and spreading her toed-out feet in order to keep the electric current flowing and shooting through her in ever-mounting waves.
Alfred clenched his muscles and shoved forward with his pubis, massaging her button repeatedly, and almost hearing the ringing of his beautiful young niece's tortured nerves. Oh God! Something had happened to Micki since he had been with her last. She had always taken much longer to surrender. At this moment, less than ten minutes after he'd started making love to her, he sensed how close she was to her orgasm. Now it was he who slowed down, not wanting to rush.
Whether it was on purpose or whether his foot slipped Alfred never knew, but he was suddenly sliding down into the water, wetting himself all over. Micki flopped with him, and hurriedly scrambled to her feet, her conscience letting her know here was her chance to get away. But her body, once she was standing, refused to move. Alfred was on his feet, rivulets of water cascading down his body. He grabbed the soap and worked a rich lather between his palms before reaching for her breasts. The girl was whimpering, her eyes now wide open and filled with the lust he always managed to build in her. Just once, he wished she would come to him and offer her love, and he'd buy the world for her. The feel of her beautifully round, apple-shaped breasts, slippery and warm in his hands, sent new jolts of delight rippling through her youthful body. And the man felt sizzling lust burn through his fevered loins. He soaped his own belly and penis, this time in no hurry to leave the bathroom, and then he returned to lather the young redhead's naked thighs, buttocks, and hips, and then he moved between her thighs, feeling them part unwillingly, his hands soaping her frantic vaginal opening, building fire in his own system.
Micki knew she was yielding again, but it wasn't of her own free will. It would never be of her own free will. Perhaps the man did own her, and perhaps she had to do as he insisted... for now. But with the help of Mike Reichmann she intended getting away from him once and for all. For the moment, though, all she was able to do was buck against his palm, grinding her heated center against the heel of his hand, trying to actually capture it and keep it in place, as if forcing him to touch her where she felt she needed it most. His hand reached even further, and suddenly two fingers extended themselves. Even with the soap lathering the way, he had difficulty fitting both fingers into the tightness of her young vagina. But once they were inside, the girl's frantic muscles clutched to his fingers, squeezing and compressing them. Soon the girl was shaking and gasping incoherently, realizing she was indeed a lost soul.
"All right, Micki," he told her. "This time I want you begging for it. Come on, beg or I swear I'll do precisely what you've been telling me to do, I'll leave you right here and I'll never touch you again."
This was her chance. He was promising to leave her, right now. But even as her conscience thrilled at the idea, her body rebelled. Her body was in dire need of satisfaction. If he walked out now, the girl knew full well no mere masturbation would bring her the satisfactory release she really needed. Oh God! He had her again. But this would be the last time. This time, when it was over, she would escape forever.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "I need you, right now. You know it. You can't leave me like this."
"I can if you won't beg me. So start begging pretty girl."
"Please, please, Alfred, fuck me," she heard herself say, unable to believe such a word was coming from her mouth.
"More... louder," he snapped insistently.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, hearing her voice bounce wildly around the bathroom. "Fuck me, right now. Please!"
"Here it is, honey," he gasped. "Here is every last inch of what you want," he panted, removing his fingers and sliding his slippery, throbbing cock just inside the girl's feverishly soap-slicked, juicy vulva.
"Hhhhhhuuuunnnnhhhh... ohhhhh... ahhhhhh... " Micki gasped, panting heavily as her thighs automatically spread themselves wider and she arched up of her own free will giving him greater access to her aching hollow. Alfred felt the young girl's clinging feminine vestibule close tightly around his burning masculine plunderer, gripping it with what felt like biting fingers and iron bands of gripping muscle. His heated rod sliced into the tautly pulsing, sweetly resisting flesh, encased in rapturous ribbons of complete pleasure so intense he was barely able to cope with what he was feeling.
Micki's arms went around her uncle's waist. She was too overcome with desire to be surprised at the fact that her arms went all the way around him. His hands gripped her hips helping her maintain her balance as she threw her agonized body back and forth on the pulsating staff of solid masculine hardness. The cock sank itself deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her soft belly. She felt his sperm-swollen testicles rubbing against the insides of her tender thighs, and the gigantic blunt-pointed blade of his probing cock rammed itself deeper and deeper into her body with every thrust. Every inhibition had fallen away, making room for the aching fever in her belly and the thrilling pressure in her vagina, the center of pleasure that was all but screaming out its blissful joy.
"Ohhhhh... myyyyy Godddddd... " she gasped. "Aaaaaahhhhh... hhhhaaaahhhh... ooooohhhhh... " she chanted, slamming her pelvis violently into that of her uncle in harder, faster jerking motions, impaling herself on the gigantic shaft in a frenzied need. With no real warning Micki felt the incredible spasms start inside her. They grew higher and higher, building to a rising, cresting peak. The whole world fell away all of a sudden, and she was falling through endless space.
She screamed again and again, her pelvis slamming so hard against that of her uncle the two almost fell in the tub. Bone crashed against bone, flesh smacked against flesh, and the woman inside the girl was dissolving into a splintering, flamingly shattering ball of fire that whirled on and on through the vastness of space.
Alfred tightly held onto her, seeing her mouth hang open. The gasps issuing from her mouth were licentiously obscene and expressed the lewdly uncontrolled magnificent passion he knew was inside her. She gulped and swallowed, trying to catch her breath. Christ! He knew she was hot, but he didn't think she was capable of orgasming so quickly. Her twitchingly convulsing vagina was still tugging on his masculine wand. Finally he forced his throbbing cock out of her. It pulled out with a loud, wet sucking sound that was heard above the deep gasps of her breathing.
Micki stood there trembling and shaking as earthshaking blasts wracked her body, hurtling through her repeatedly until her orgasm faded away, taking much of what little strength she'd had left. She leaned against her uncle, feeling as if there was no substance left to her body. It was almost as glorious as the previous night when she had lost consciousness at the height of her orgasm, and now she felt an urgent desire to simply slip down and go to sleep. Last night? Climax? No! It wasn't possible. She had been with Michael Reichmann and his girl, Chris, last night. They had been talking in the living room, and then... what? Her brain became a swarm of buzzing thoughts. Was it possible her uncle had so thoroughly awakened the evil in her that she was no longer able to keep track of time? Was it possible she was confusing last night with either yesterday morning, or three nights ago?
Why was she like this? Having lost her virginity, was she anxious to go plunging pell-mell into the world of sexual degradation? It was much the way her uncle had said. He had aroused a sleeping beast inside her, and now she felt as if she had been plugged into a high-power line. The need for release set her off like a lightning bolt.
"Are you all right?" her uncle asked, himself panting.
She closed her eyes and nodded wearily. And then a moment later he was dunking them both in the tub, cleaning off any soapy remnants. At this point she was as obedient as a small child, letting him do what he wanted. Finally he rose, carrying her in his arms like a little girl, and he stepped out of the tub. There were many fluffy towels on the nearby racks and he dried the two of them off. His hands were unbelievably gentle, and she stood straight when he put her down drying off every last inch of her. The touch of the cloudlike towels warmed by his moving hands created a new sensuality in her and brought life to her body. Dully she was aware of the presence of his swollen erection. He hadn't come. The realization touched her very softly. She ought to have been terrified, but somehow it didn't seem so frightening anymore. She had no idea why she wasn't afraid, especially since she knew he was going to use that pole on her body.
Alfred dropped the towels on the bathroom floor and then once again picked up the slender red-haired girl. This time he carried her naked body through her bedroom, out into the hall, and into his own bedroom, which, for the first time, she realized was right next to hers. He put her on one of the huge beds in the room--there were two king-sized beds there--tugging the bedspread and covers out from under her lovely limp form.
Micki felt like a feast all laid out for the appeasement of her uncle's appetite. He felt his gut tighten and his throbbing cock jump, and she saw the way it anxiously twitched. Yes, she was all his... at least, for now. Let him do anything he wished. She closed her eyes for the moment and breathed deeply, and her magnificently orb-shaped breasts rose and fell, two circular pink-capped, white softballs, floating and rising in the raft of her ribs, themselves acting as ballast on an underground tide that seemed to be surging through her.
Alfred Benente was hungry for his niece's body as never before. At this moment the single most important tiling was to tear into her pliantly soft body with his fleshy awl.
Micki's eyes fluttered open, staring up. She saw her uncle standing directly over her. He was looking at her with an almost inscrutable, no-nonsense expression. She stared at his body, and the fact that he was a little overweight no longer seemed to bother her. True, he wasn't something out of a muscle magazine, but the one muscle that was well-developed would probably put those of most weightlifters to shame. What curls there were on his chest were still somewhat damp. The hugely jutting, strongly erect, massively swollen phallus seemed to be staring at her with its blind eye, said eye also a mouth that was slavering at the sight of her in licentious expectation of things to come. It was a broadsword, once again threatening her decency, her morality, and her sanity. But her dulled mind took comfort in the fact that no matter what it did to her, this would be the last time. This being the case, why not pretend to go along, and this way the man would really be in anguish once she was gone. He would understand exactly what it was he had lost because he had treated her so wantonly.
Of her own accord the redheaded girl reached up and tenderly stroked the mastodonically throbbing length, and it instantly responded by shivering and leaking new tears of desire. Her precious hands cradled her uncle's balls, and though she refused to admit it to herself, she liked what she was feeling. God! They were so much heavier than Mike Reichmann's.
Now that's ridiculous, she thought to herself. How in the world would I know how heavy Mike Reichmann's testicles are?
Her hands moved as if no longer a part of her. All control over them was totally lost and she wondered as she watched them heft and caress and fondle and stroke and tease just how they managed to move.
"My God!" Alfred Benente gasped. "You're doing it without any urging." He was panting, thrusting his hips forward and sliding his hard cock closer to her supine body. She looked up at the pulsing organ for a long moment, and strictly on impulse, raised her body until her face was level with the cock. Then she leaned forward and kissed the very tip of it, rolling her tongue around the tip.
Her lips came away sticky with some of his dammed-up passion.
"I can't believe it," Benente gasped, and Micki smiled inwardly. Let him have his moment of glory. How bitter he would finally feel when he discovered she was gone for good. And she would use his credit cards to pay her way. "Later," he gasped, pushing her back down on the bed, and lying on top of her, his thighs moving between her wide-open loins. "Right now I want to simply fuck and fuck and fuck until I make you raw inside. Oh God! I've waited so long for you to be willing. I just have to fuck you."
"Ohhhhh yessss... " she hissed, unable to believe she was saying the words. True, she wanted to tantalize him, but she realized her body craved more of his thick penis. Her vaginal sanctuary had become accustomed to its breadth, and now ached to feel it fill her. Shameful as it was, her body wanted it.
His mouth anxiously found hers and she sucked his tongue anxiously inside. All the while his hands were pushing her knees higher and back until they pressed into the pillow on either side of her lovely head. Alfred placed the dome of his swollen cock very gently against the heatedly pulsating lips of her sweet cunt. He slowly pushed forward, parting her still-damp pelvic curls, and his penis slipped easily, softly, gently through two pairs of highly sensitive vaginal lips.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh... " Micki softly moaned, pulling her mouth from his to gently kiss his cheeks, his chin, and his ear.
"Like it?" Alfred asked, smiling down at her.
"Ohhhhhh... yesssss... it's wonderfulllll... ohhhhh Alfreddddd... " she gasped, genuinely enjoying it now that she no longer was closing her mind to it. Certain she would leave him after this, and knowing there was no way to stop him from fucking her, she actually allowed herself to accept what he was doing, and for the first time was not merely overpowered, but able to feel the strange sensation her uncle called love. She actually reveled in the slow swallowing up of his heavily throbbing prick. And just as slowly he began withdrawing, only to shove it back in again, each time a bit deeper... then withdrawing a bit more... then in deeper, enjoying the way he was controlling everything. Alfred Benente was savoring every little bit of pulsating pressure. No one would ever be able to take this moment away from him. It would be locked inside him, forever.
Micki's red hair was spreading, fanning out all over the pillow beneath her head. Alfred pressed his face into the silken tresses as he continued stabbing Iris throbbing cock all the way into her, his weighty scrotum swinging against her upturned buttocks. He felt his penis press against her cervical opening, and then slide past it, sinking to the deepest part of her shuddering vagina.
"Ohhhhh... it... uhhhh... hurrrrts," she gasped as he pressed it deeper than ever before with her legs way up and back so that her knees now dangled over his shoulders. Alfred's only reply was a grunt as he jerked his twitching length even deeper into her tender belly.
Yes, it did hurt Micki, but the hurt was somehow or other mingled with an intensely overpowering ecstasy. She was thrilled knowing her narrow little channel was capable of holding the entire thick length of her uncle's driving cock. She felt his heavy balls swinging against her buttocks, the hairs there tickling her a little. All of him, every last bit of him was totally swallowed inside her anxiously hungry vagina. She had taken all of him before, but never this deep. It didn't seem possible to her that any man was able to sink this far into her, yet he was in. It was as if she had been custom-made to contain him. They were a perfectly matched fit. For the first time she no longer felt a terrible revulsion. It seemed so different... so joyous... so free. His movements were those of a master, and in spite of his weight he had the practiced motion of a true connoisseur. He was in total command with a self-assurance and dominance that almost made her feel secure. She lay there, for once reveling in his control over her. She rotated her upthrust buttocks in wildly teasing little circles as he began regularly pounding in and out of her taut body with solidly deep, hard lunges. Her entire belly was aflame and her inner body screamed out its thrilling delight to her mind.
Alfred Benente wondered if it was possible to bring his lovely little niece to another orgasm while holding off his own climax just a little longer. Jesus! God! This was something he never wanted to end. He'd be able to fuck Micki this way forever. Her fur-covered pelvis was revolving and twitching insanely even though she was really pinned against the bed by her doubled-up position. Oh God! She was everything he'd ever dreamed she'd be, and more. Christ! What a female. He'd fucked practiced whores who were unable to begin to measure up to this wonderful little girl. She had his blood... blood laced with lava.
The man threw himself into his niece with renewed fury, pounding and slamming his penis ever harder and deeper into her pincerlike pussy. He fucked into her like a wildly insane maniac until it seemed her battered vagina would be pounded into a bloody pulp. Her interior muscles clamped tightly around his invading shaft like the tentacles of a squid, and her burning tunnel was shouting for more as her vulva closed around his penis like a mouth with teeth, attempting to literally bite off everything... balls included.
Micki's eyes focused in disbelief as she felt her own knees pressing into the pillow on either side of her head as her upper thighs pressed into her global breasts. Her head turned fitfully, first one way, then another, her pretty mouth hanging laxly open as she panted out, "Hhhhhuuuunnnnhhhh... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh .. with each forward thrust of his heavy penis. It became a ritual chant as she continued to moan out her intensifying bliss. There was another orgasm not far off, and she was reaching for it... the light... the vision... the thrilling rapture that was there, just out of reach.
Now she felt completely cut in half, split right up her tenderly juicy middle, his sword of flesh literally slicing her in two, and her legs shot out and her pelvis lurched against the man with superhuman strength as the scream of ecstasy bubbled out of her at the same time it tore from Alfred's throat.
"EEEEYYYYYIIIII," she shouted as her orgasm flared through her.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH YYYYAAAA- GGGGHHHH!" Alfred bellowed sinking his hardened flesh into rapture.
He lay on top of her for a long while, firing bolts of sperm into her. This time he felt as if he had accomplished something.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Today, right now," Micki insisted, once again feeling all her old dread and horror other uncle as she spoke to Reichmann in his office.
"This evening," Reichmann assured her. "I have everything set. We'll go to my house, and from there I'll have you far away from here in no time."
"Why to your house first?" Micki asked.
"You want to make certain your uncle can't find you, right?"
"Right."
"Well, as a travel agent I know alternate routes and private airlines that are untraceable."
"All right," Micki nodded.
"In the meantime, go into the back room, lie down on the sofa there, and relax."
Micki did as Reichmann instructed, and an hour later he closed the agency and took her to his home in his car. The moment she entered the house, she had a dreaded feeling something was wrong. She was reluctant to go down into the basement with him, and when she did so, she heard the upstairs door lock. And once down in the basement, she found herself in an atrocious excuse for a bedroom with four huge beds on a floor that appeared to be made from a mattress, as well.
"What is this?" she asked, looking at Reichmann.
Two men with dark, swarthy skin were in the basement wearing heavy robes.
"Here she is," Reichmann said, "as I promised."
"I want to leave," she insisted.
Reichmann merely smiled.
The two swarthy, robed men came forward, and Reichmann said, "I won't bore you with names, honey. But these two gentlemen are two of the world's richest, from middle-east oil-producing countries. They're here to purchase concubines. Concubines don't have to be virgins, so a delectable morsel as young and as beautiful as yourself is prime. As a concubine in a foreign country, you won't ever have to worry about your uncle finding you again. I brought these men here to try you out. After they have a taste of you, they'll bid on you."
Micki felt fear grip her as never before. Any terror she had felt with her uncle was mild compared to the horror running icily through her veins, now.
"You will behave, young lady," one of the two swarthy men, Mustafa Ibn Manuma, insisted. "In my country, if a female argues with a male, she loses her tongue. If she resists, she loses her arms. And if she still resists, she loses her life."
"Exactly," the other man, Selim El Enbima nodded, and the two men reached for her.
"She should be blindfolded," Mustafa insisted. "She has not the right to see our bodies, yet."
And suddenly a black cloth was pulled tightly over Micki's eyes. She was too frightened to resist.
"Do as you're told, and you won't be killed," Reichmann whispered, filling her with ultimate fear.
A hand was already under her pink dress, tracing a line up her naked thighs. The hand reached higher, and not being able to see made everything so much more frightening for the young girl. It was Reichmann who was really the evil person. Her uncle was a saint compared to him, and she trembled, for the first time seeing things in her mind differently. If she had a chance to return to her uncle, she would grab it. The hand reached higher, and she was certain it belonged to the one who had been talking. Their hands touched her and led her to one of the beds, making her sit.
This entire thing was insane. White slavery in this day and age? She felt the hand pushing her dress higher and opened her mouth, gasping, ready to scream, then she shut her mouth. These men were not at all like her uncle. Now that she looked back on all that had happened with Uncle Alfred, she began to understand how patient he had been with her.
Once again, her mind was rebelling, but her body was already showing its willingness to respond. Her uncle was right about the same heated blood (lowing through her body that was in her mother's. Odd how people refuse to learn from the mistakes of others. If she had only listened to what her uncle had been telling her about her mother, she would have understood the man was trying to remove the burden her mother had placed on her conscience. She deserved what was happening to her. These men were going to rape her, and then she would end up being a captive concubine to one of them for the rest of her life in some mideast harem. Even if she got away, her uncle might discover she had been touched by these other men, and then he would have every right to send her back to her parents. God! It was funny how one missed what one didn't realize one had.
Hands were on her breasts, rubbing them, massaging her nipples, causing them to enlarge and grow, driving her insane with feeling. Right there, blindfolded and terrorized, she felt the heavy oil starting to seep through her vagina. She was so totally aroused, she had to part her thighs... just a little.
She jumped again as a man's hand slid across the bare tops of her quivering thighs. They tickled and tantalized in a rough sort of way.
Micki writhed and shuddered, aching to cry out, especially when fingers slid under her panty crotch and one began pushing its way into her vagina.
"She gets wet in a hurry," one of the two men said.
"You like it, don't you?" Selim asked her.
When she didn't answer, he jammed his finger all the way up, actually pressing it against the mouth of her delicate womb, applying more and more pressure until she wiggled with pain. When lie asked again, she gasped and nodded.
"Very good," Selim said to her. "Because the two of us are very anxious to use you. In fact, because we appreciate Mr. Reichmann's bringing you to us, he will also join in this one time. How do you like that idea?"
Horrified, Micki turned her blindfolded face toward the man who was speaking. She heard him laugh as he fingered her.
Micki had grown up a lot in the past few minutes. She knew now, when her uncle asked how she felt when they were together, he was genuinely concerned with her feelings. But these men didn't care. These were men who came from a place where men naturally dominated women, and as a result they were humiliating her, making her say and do things to please them and shame her.
A fingertip was wildly teasing the aroused tip of her clitoris. Her body began wriggling and twisting insanely as he forced her thighs open a bit wider. She felt him tear her expensive panties, ripping them from her body rather than taking the time to slide them off her legs. The finger continued working on her clitoris, and little by little rousing heat wormed its way deeper into her vaginal self.
God! She felt so mortified, sitting here, blindfolded, with two strange men on either side of her. Her thighs were wide apart, the center of her sex plainly visible to anyone in the room able to see. They hadn't taken her clothes off, but it was even more disgraceful to have her genitals displayed while the rest of her was covered. And the worst part of it all was, she was fast becoming aroused.
Selim, the man on her right, was still probing into her vagina with his finger. Mustafa, the man on her left, had torn away the upper part of her dress and had ripped off her Lily of France brassiere, exposing her rounded breasts, and he was squeezing them.
"Please... " Micki gasped.
"Be quiet," she heard Mike Reichmann say from somewhere nearby.
"Mr. Reichmann cautions you wisely, fire-haired one," Mustafa told her.
The fingertip moved with stronger pressure, now, still rubbing her clitoris, but occasionally dipping into the wet fount of her vagina, as well. When it began moving in and out of her with a certain regularity, Micki was surprised to discover she was having an orgasm. It was a mild one, not nearly strong enough to make her scream, but enough to increase the tension of her vagina around the moving finger.
"Now we must undress her, completely," the one called Mustafa insisted.
Between them, the three men literally tore her clothing from her body, and Micki understood as far as they were concerned she would never have need for these clothes again. When she was totally naked, they forced her to lie on the bed, and she heard sounds which let her know the two robed men were now as naked as she. She lay back on the bed but with her thighs dangling over, and her vagina lewdly displayed.
"She has nice, soft skin," Selim admitted. "This is one who will last for many years."
Licentiously open to the gazes of the three men, Micki felt more horrified than ever. Now it was not merely prudery. Now she was ashamed knowing that what she had started to accept as her uncle's private property was being touched and handled by strangers, and it was all her own fault. She was ashamed for being the stupid little prim girl her mother had made of her. She was thankful for the blindfold, since seeing the lust on the faces of these strange men would have made her feel even worse. She wished the floor would open up and simply swallow her.
Selim forced her naked thighs farther apart while Mustafa began obscenely stroking her flesh. His fingers moved over her tender thighs, concentrating on the ultra-sensitive inner parts of her body, making Micki tremble even more. She wanted to clamp her loins shut, but Selim forced them even wider apart. Cool air, probably from the air conditioner she heard being put on, wafted across her vaginal lips, teasing her curls. Now she felt Selim's fingers slowly insert themselves into the tender folds of her tight vagina. Her satin interior trembled when he touched her. There was something so disgusting and yet so arousing about being manhandled by these strangers. He touched her where her nerve-endings seemed to come together inside her. She hated her own flesh for responding to their disgustingly vile touches.
She sensed the mixture of fear and desire intermingling so strongly, at one point she feared she might have a nervous breakdown. The lascivious torment was becoming overpowering. The mattress under her buttocks was damp with her perspiration. She was sighing and moaning helplessly, until she discovered she was far beyond any shame or sorrow.
"Come," Selim said to the other men. "The girl is ready. I see no need to delay. We shall all three enjoy her at once. And if she responds as well as I believe she will, I shall buy her."
"Not so," Mustafa insisted. "I am the one who shall buy her. I already like her."
"Gentlemen," Mike Reichmann broke in. "This is not the time to argue. Since I've offered this free sample. I think the most should be made of it."
"You speak wisely," Selim agreed. "I, myself, am a man who favors the rear door to paradise. Therefore I shall lie down on the bed, and she shall be made to sit on my body with my male extension entering her back tunnel. Then I shall pull her back so that you, Mustafa, may enter the more familiar way to heaven."
"I agree," Mustafa answered. "We shall leave the mouth for our friend, Mr. Reichmann."
"No!" Micki screamed, finding her voice. More and more she came to understand the necessity of enjoying one's partner, and though her body was aroused, she wanted her Uncle Alfred, and not these evil fiends. Oh God! How she wished she was with her uncle, right now.
A hand slapped her face, causing her to sprawl on the bed, her head reeling. And then hands were grabbing her, lifting her. She kicked, only to have her face slapped again, and then she was being forced to sit with her legs straight out. Two pairs of hands held her, slowly lowering her, and she felt a heavy penile head rubbing against her buttocks. It slipped into the crack between her asscheeks, still rubbing as the two pairs of hands lifted her up and down, allowing the penis to rub itself back and forth. Micki tried jumping up, remembering how much her uncle's penis had initially hurt her when it had first entered her vagina. The hot length of this penis was wildly pulsing against her asscheeks and she tried moving, but two pairs of hands held her firmly in place, while a third pair of hands was guiding her hips. Her rectum was so much narrower than her vagina. The girl knew the pain she had suffered before was nothing compared to that which they were about to make her undergo.
The man on whose penile point her buttocks were resting was gripping her waist more strongly. He raised her slightly, tugging her tiny, prunelike anal orifice down toward the solidly upthrust point of his bluntedly anxious phallus.
"God!" Micki gasped, and thought, Every time I'm certain nothing worse can happen to me, something worse happens.
One of the pairs of guiding hands had released her, and even before her rectal tunnel was penetrated, she felt the weight of another man between her thighs, with an equally heavy- cock pressing into the pink ditch surrounded by her red hair.
"Oh my Goddddd... n-o-o-o-o-o-o... " she screamed as she felt her body slowly being pulled down onto the penis beneath her. It speared into her rectum and into her colon, stretching her hind opening and sphincter until she was certain her inner flesh was being slashed and ripped to shreds. Hands pressed on her shoulders, pushing her down, down, down, and the pain filled her more and more certainly, making her writhe insanely like a helplessly pinned butterfly being mounted while it was still alive. Agony tore through her as she squirmed trying to rise, only to be shoved right back down again.
The hard penis was jammed as far into her rear canal as was humanly possible. She lay on top of the man, still unable to see, her buttocks resting in his crotch, and she fell back when his hands gripped her breasts and pulled. Her thighs were forced to remain far apart by the knees of the man beneath her, and then she felt the second penis pressing against her vagina... pushing. She smelled the man as he sprawled on top of her, pushing and grunting, and suddenly his heavy cock was sliding into her tightened vagina. The pressure of the penis behind her was causing her vaginal tunnel to narrow, and the penis pushing in there was also hurting her. Even so, it buried itself deeper and deeper, and her traitorous vagina sucked on it, surrounding it with the membranes that made up its walls. Two hairy pelvises now rubbed against her body, making her writhe with a combination of tortured pain and fiery lust she had never known before. Two penises in her body at once... two penises.
Taking a deep breath, she prepared to scream out her anguish when a hand grabbed her long, red hair and tugged her face to the side. Knees pressed into the bed, and suddenly a penis was pushing its way into her mouth. She tried biting, but a hand slapped her face, and a voice said, "C'mon, Micki... you loved doing it last night."
His words shocked her. Though she was unable to recall how, she knew for a fact now that she had been sexually involved with Mike Reichmann. God! He truly was an evil man. But even as she thought all this, the penis forced its way farther into her mouth, and her lips automatically locked themselves around the thrusting piston. She slurped, and though she was unable to fully understand the reason, the cock in her mouth did feel familiar. God! Imagine that! She was able to tell one cock from another, using her mouth as the measuring device, even though she was blindfolded.
"Uuuuugggglllluuuummmmphhhhh!" was all her gagged mouth was able to say as all three penises began pounding recklessly and rhythmically into her slenderly young body.
Four hands gripped her waist and hips, methodically lifting her up and down on the agonizing length of cock still rammed into her rectum and colon. The one in her vagina moved in time to the one in her anus, pumping in as she was forced to rise, sliding out as her ass settled down on the thrusting penis again.
Inside her body, the terrified redheaded girl felt the two rigid poles fighting for room in her belly. She continued struggling, her mouth automatically sucking on Mike Reichmann's cock. The scent of his groin was suddenly familiar to her, making her understand she had somehow or other been physically fucked by the man.
Micki writhed against the shuddering sensations invading her tender body as above the pain she felt delightful thrills. She wondered if she would die from this triple attack, either from total pleasure or constant pain. The elongated lances of rigid masculine muscle plunged repeatedly into the three holes in her body. The lower two were separated solely by a thin membrane, and she was able to sense each penis through the other one as they rubbed back and forth, back and forth. Her own hands flailed wildly, afraid to touch anything, waving through the air.
The pressures of the three moving penises were driving Micki wild. All three were now causing her more and more pleasure. Nerve-endings in her rectum were being stimulated by Selim's driving cock, and though some pain remained, it was completely overcome by the erotic thrills continually mounting. In spite of the agony and the shame and the horrible humiliation, Micki wanted more. It was that cursed hot blood of hers. Her uncle had been so damned right. He had been too right. Two penises were better than one, and three were better than two.
All three of her tenderly soft orifices were continually being mercilessly assaulted. And the man in whose groin her buttocks pounded was reaching around, no longer holding her thighs, pressing his fingers against the tenderness of her clitoris, massaging it in time to the way his penis continued pushing into her rectum. She realized she was bouncing up and down in his lap all by herself, without any help. The penis in her vagina continued stroking in and out, as well, causing vibrating waves of lust to permeate her entire body.
The man fucking into her tight pussy released her hips and gripped her breasts, squeezing and pulling them as he kept on massaging the nipples with his thumbs. Her breasts felt more swollen and enlarged than ever.
Micki gasped, gurgling as the thick penis of Mike Reichmann continued pounding in and out of her sucking mouth. She all but chewed on the throbbing penis, tasting the different textures of the man's flesh.
The lust-bloated length of hard cock in her ass drove solidly into her again and again, slamming into the tightness of her narrow rectal channel. Along with the cock slamming consistently into her tight cunt, this one used smoothly long strokes, creating a wickedly burning, punishing sensation of wonderful perverseness. And all the while Micki's body was shuttled up and down between the two penises. Once more she felt like a totally helpless marionette, forced to do whatever the one pulling the strings wanted her to do.
When her Uncle Alfred had fucked her, the pain had always diminished and eventually totally disappeared. But as these two penises in her lower area continued fucking her, Micki realized that although the pain had indeed diminished somewhat, it was still there and probably would remain. In fact, now that the pleasure in her twin channels was heightening, so was the pain. The agony in her burning cunt was mild when compared to the torture invading her stretched anal channel. Micki felt a great need for the orgasms building in her, but she also wanted an end to the pain continually charging through her.
The pain had become a moving force inside her tender body, and she tried blanking it out of her mind, but Reichmann's cock, working in her mouth, prevented her from concentrating on ignoring the pain in her lower body. Her only hope was to make the three men come quickly, and then their penises would shrink and she'd have some relief... temporarily. As she rammed her tight rectum down she applied stronger pressure with both, her anal and vaginal muscles, tightly massaging both rigidly buried cocks. And at the same time she was bobbing her head back and forth along the length of solid cock, sucking, and pulling with her lips, and she sensed the fact that all three men were close to their apexes.
It was the naked man kneeling in front of her with his throbbing auger buried in the heatedly wet tightness of her vagina who was going to come, first. Mustafa was already tightening his own asscheeks, preparing to fire. And then he unleashed everything inside him, gasping and yelling, "HHHHAAAAYYYY... YYYYAAAAGGGG- HHHH... AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH... " Heated blast after heated blast of semen burst through the depths of her tightly compressed vagina as the man fired into her again and again. The only thing her mind concentrated on was the difference in the way this man spurted as opposed to her uncle's emissions. He was thrusting his pulsing prick in and out of her all the more rapidly as he shot, and the pressure built in her vagina until she felt first one, then a second, and then a third orgasm begin to shoot through her, each one originating in a different orifice.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH- KKKKAAAACCCCHHHHRRRR- AAAAGGGGHHHH... " she gasped as three sensations at once burst through her, repeatedly.
The penis in her rear was also firing now, as the man behind her yelled, and then Mike Reichmann was shooting his sperm down her throat, and she swallowed hurriedly to keep herself from drowning as she listened to the agonized screams he delightedly released.
A strange, foreign sound reached Micki's ears. It was a crashing sound. And then she heard many feet charging down stairs. The man on top of her was being pulled off, as was Mike Reichmann, and then she was being pulled off the man whose limp penis slipped from her rectum. A large coat was thrown over her body, and a hand pulled the blindfold from around her eyes.
There were a half-dozen strange men she had never seen before in the room. Two of them were proceeding to beat the blazes out of Selim, who still lay on the bed. Two others were slamming the bejesus out of Mustafa, who lay crumpled on the floor, and the last two were now proceeding to all but destroy Michael Reichmann, pounding him solidly.
Looking at the man whose arms held her, she saw her Uncle Alfred. Utter and complete shame flooded her, and for the first time she felt it was an honest shame. All the other times she had felt humiliated because of things her mother had taught her. But now she felt disgraced because her uncle, the man who claimed to love her, had seen the horrible things these men had done to her. Worse, she had brought it all on herself by trying to run away from this man, who even now had been so worried about her, he had ordered her followed when she had left his house that afternoon, which was how he knew to bring these six muscle men with him to Mike Reichmann's home.
She was hurried out of the basement, up the stairs, and outside into a waiting limousine. The car immediately took her to her uncle's home where she ran to the room he had given her and fell on her bed, weeping until she fell asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When she awoke, the sun was halfway to its zenith. Pain burst through her body, reminding her of the shameful ordeal she had undergone. No one else was in her room. Well, she didn't blame her uncle. He had put up with one hell of a lot from her. Now he would probably send her back to her parents, and then withdraw his support from them, all because she had been too stupid and too stubborn to understand him.
As he had said, he'd loved her in every way it was possible for him to do so. He had loved her as an uncle loved a niece. He had loved her as a man loved a woman. She had even felt a certain worshipful adoration from him. He had loved her in every way, and she had rebuffed him. And at the height of her shame he had saved her from what would have truly been a fate worse than death. He was good, really good. All he had wanted from her was love, and she had been too blind and too stupid to realize it.
Getting out of bed, she went to her bathroom and there, she washed in her bathtub, soaking for a long time, hoping, praying her uncle would once again break into the room and yell at her... perhaps even beat her for her total stupidity. But nothing happened.
Eventually, she rose from the bathtub, dried herself off, went to her closet and looked at all the clothing he had bought for her. On the night table near her bed was her purse with all the credit cards he had given her. God! She was so ashamed of herself for behaving like a total moron.
Taking a bathrobe from the closet, she used it to cover her naked form. She went to his bedroom, but it was empty. The servants were busy with the house-cleaning, the cooking, and everything else that was necessary to keep a house well-ordered.
Returning to her room, Micki dressed and went downstairs. The kitchen maid informed her Alfred Benente had gone to his place of business and would be back later that evening.
For the first time, Micki felt lonely for him. There had been no reproaches the previous night, nor had he said anything once they had gotten home. He had allowed her to be by herself, not intruding on her privacy.
The entire day passed without Micki eating.
When evening arrived, her uncle came home. Micki was too frightened to face him. She remained hidden in her room through supper. The girl hoped he would come to talk to her, but he didn't. And she realized if there was anything left between her uncle and herself, it was up to her to start things rolling.
That night, when she heard him go to his room, she waited awhile, then went and knocked on the door. He told her to come in, and she opened the door.
Shutting the door behind her, she looked down at the floor, saying, "Please, Uncle Alfred, I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry."
Her voice was cracked and hoarse. And when she looked up at him, tears were in her eyes.
Alfred Benente was seated in a chair in the comer of his room wearing his robe. A lamp threw a light over his shoulder, and he put the book he had been reading down on the table nearby. Standing, he nodded, saying, "Was I really that bad, Micki?"
"No," she replied. "It's just that I'm that stupid. It took a long time for me to understand everything. Please forgive me. For the love of heaven, forgive me."
"Forgive you? For being human? Don't be silly."
"Don't send me back to my parents," she begged. "Please don't send me back."
"Send you back? Don't be ridiculous."
"You mean..."
"I told you, I really love you. When there is real love between a man and a woman, the man doesn't permit foolish mistakes to get in the way of things. I said you were mine, and I meant it. You were mine, you are mine, and you always will be mine."
The girl ran to him and threw her arms around him. She raised her face to his, freely offering her lips to him for the first time, and when his mouth came down on hers, it was her tongue that pried his lips apart, entering his oral cave and seeking his own tongue.
They stood that way for what seemed like eternity, the man hugging and kissing her, and she kissing him with even, more ferocity. It was she who undressed him, leading him to the bed, making him lie down, then removing her own robe. He was stiff and erect, and she wasted no time with preliminaries. She climbed onto him, inserted his penis into her tight vagina, and thrust her body down fast and hard, sucking all of him into her at once. She gasped with delight, thrilled with the familiar length and breadth, delighted with the wonderful sensations he was building in her.
She pounded her buttocks against his thighs very rapidly, slamming as hard as she was able, gladly accepting all of him into her, lying on top of him, pressing her rounded breasts into his chest. His penis moved through her tunnel more and more swiftly, and the orgasm was there in an instant, as she gasped, "HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGG- HHHHAAA AGGGGHHHH!!!"
Alfred was glad she came so quickly because he immediately felt his own orgasm rising. It made no sense, considering how many times he had fucked her, but the more he had her the more he wanted her, and the more she affected him.
Micki's mouth clamped itself to that of her uncle as his seed began spurting into her taut little body. She welcomed it, inwardly bathing in the deliciously soupy warmth of it. She loved it, truly loved it, because it was his seed.
"You don't have to marry me," she gasped, pulling her lips from his and still riding his semi-rigid penis, squeezing her labia around it, stimulating it, causing it to enlarge again. "All I care about is being with you," she whispered. "And you're right, a marriage license is just a piece of paper, and nothing more. I'd rather be a slave in your house than a queen anywhere else."
Alfred Benente kissed her, holding her close. His dream had finally come true in its entirety. And Micki clung to him, realizing he had built a whole new dream for her, and it was already a wonderful reality.
