Emmy & Uncle Frank
by Frank Linger
(INL-119)


Chapter One 

Emmy woke up late at night, wondering who was in bed with her. A leg was 
pressed against hers. She turned her head and stared at the silent figure 
next to her. The blanket was pulled up to the neck, and a man's head could 
be seen dimly in the dark. The hair was curly, like Uncle Frank's. 

Uncle Frank! 

Emmy remembered her mother saying that Uncle Frank would be coming soon for 
a visit, but nobody seemed sure just when. Her favorite uncle! But why was 
he sleeping with her? 

Of course! Tim has company tonight! 

Tim, Emmy's brother, had invited one of his school friends to spend the 
night. The bunk beds would be occupied, and they were each too narrow for 
more than one person. Emmy slept on a big double bed that had been handed 
down to her when her parents bought twins. 

Her heart began to beat fast. She wondered if Uncle Frank wore pajamas, like 
she did. Casually, she let her hand creep down to the leg that pressed 
against her. Her fingers brushed a hairy, muscular thigh. 

Emmy gave a little gasp and took her hand away from his leg. She lay on her 
back for a long time, wide awake and thinking. 

Somehow, the idea that Uncle Frank was in bed with her seemed very exciting. 
She wasn't quite sure why. He'd doubled up with her twice before and all she 
could remember doing was falling soundly asleep. Of course, it had been over 
a year since she'd seen him. She had turned thirteen now, and in the privacy 
of her room at night she had found herself getting very interested in the 
way she could make herself feel when she rubbed her fingers between her 
thighs. 

Emmy ran her hand there now the same hand she had just touched her uncle 
with. The lips of her virgin vagina were hairless, but a fine down had 
started just above. By rubbing both at once she had discovered recently the 
delightful tingle her hands gave her. Sometimes, when she pressed the pocket 
of flesh at the top of her slit, it actually became tense and throbbed 
deliriously. It was a private game she thought was known only to herself. 
None of the girls at school mentioned it. They only talked about boys and 
the things between their legs that they always wanted to poke into girls. It 
sounded pretty dumb, in Emmy's opinion. 

Her thoughts began to dwell on boys then. She had seen her brother naked 
only once, when she walked into his bedroom without knocking, two years 
before. He was her age then, and he had been very angry with her. She never 
made the same mistake again. 

Her friends said that the ugly thing that hung down on a boy got as hard as 
a rock when he wanted to "fuck". And on grown men, they got big and long and 
thick. 

Emmy began to run one of her fingers up and down the tight cleft of her 
vagina, slowly. The young flesh quivered and sent a warm feeling through her 
crotch. She had never been especially curious about what her girlfriends 
called "cock" before now. They sounded like ugly, disgusting things. But she 
couldn't help wondering, at the moment, if Uncle Frank had a long, thick 
one. He was as old as her parents, almost. In his thirties. An old man, in 
Emmy's opinion, although a very handsome one. She remembered him taking her 
to the beach on his last visit, and how he looked in a bathing suit-so tall 
and muscular and tan. Hair on his chest and legs- 

She was stilt anxious to know what he was wearing in bed. He must at least 
have underwear on. Her father wore what he called "jockey shorts." She had 
seen him in them. Except for a slit down the front they weren't much 
different from women's cotton panties. It shouldn't be too difficult to find 
out if this was what Uncle Frank was wearing. Her heart was beating even 
faster, for some strange reason, and she almost giggled. What she was about 
to do seemed like a wonderful adventure suddenly! 

Emmy released her young pussy and let her fingers trail back to the big, 
hairy thigh. Uncle Frank seemed to be sleeping soundly and there was no 
reaction from him. She rested her hand against his leg for several minutes 
before she worked up the courage to let it trail up the thigh any farther. 
Slowly, slowly, her fingers brushed over hair and skin and muscle, getting 
closer to the place where her question would be answered. 

The first thing that met her touch, when she reached his crotch, was a big 
bulge. It must have been the things that her daddy showed, she decided. Two 
fat, egg-shaped growths. One of her girlfriends had referred to them as 
"balls". When they were squeezed together inside underwear or bathing trunks 
they made a big lump that Emmy had found funny sometimes. She was glad she 
didn't have anything like that sticking out from her own crotch. She 
wondered how men kept from banging these things against everything touched. 

Uncle Frank took a deep, loud breath and rolled onto his side, shoving his 
underwear-clad equipment more firmly against Emmy's hand. His thighs 
separated and pinned her fingers tightly. Although he still seemed to be 
sound asleep, Emmy almost panicked! She didn't know how to get her hand back 
out without waking him! 

He definitely had on jockey shorts, she realized. The cotton material where 
her fingers rested just covered the sac of balls. The fat nuts were in her 
palm, cupped there. 

Then something else happened that was both exciting and terrifying! 

Uncle Frank's arm slid down, and his hand moved over to the waistband of her 
pajama bottoms. His big, rough fingers began to work themselves under and 
down, just the same as her own hand had done minutes before. He was going to 
rub her the same way she rubbed herself! 

Emmy suspected that he was doing this in his sleep, probably unaware of his 
movements. The whole situation had become impossible! How could she remove 
his hand and her own without waking him and causing a lot of embarrassment? 
She'd die of shame if he suddenly opened his eyes and realized what the two 
of them were doing! 

His fingers began to softly rub up and down the silky stubble of brown pubic 
hair, barely visible except in bright light. They were working closer and 
closer to her naked little pussy lips. Emmy began to tremble. She couldn't 
help it. Fear or excitement, whichever it was, took command of her body and 
she was powerless to stop the shaking. 

Emmy had been sexually shy for Although she was popular at school, 
girlfriends found her a drag. She seldom talked about boys or love. They 
accused her of being a prude-"stuck up," they'd say behind her back and 
sometimes to her face. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Emmy simply 
found the subject embarrassing. Now, in her bed, she was being led into a 
situation that she had no preparation for. She had never even kissed a boy. 

Uncle Frank's fingers rubbed down through the stubble of pubic hair and into 
the cleft of her vagina. The naked lips jumped and tensed. Emmy had trouble 
keeping from crying out, Her hand was still locked between his thighs, 
pressed tightly into his balls. Suddenly, the thighs parted. Before she had 
a chance to take her hand away, his came down over it and she found herself 
touching something besides his balls. It was long and thick, apparently, the 
way she'd heard them described. It also throbbed when her fingers were 
rubbed up against it. 

"Play with it, sugar," Uncle Frank whispered. 

While he continued to rub her pussy lips with one hand, he guided her 
fingers with the other. Emmy was speechless. He was acknowledging the fact 
now that they were both awake. She couldn't pretend any longer that he was 
playing with her in his sleep. 

"Go ahead, sugar," he whispered again, "play with it. You like your uncle's 
body, don't you? You were touching it before-" 

Emmy felt close to tears of humiliation. But another feeling crept in on 
her. Fire was beginning to flood her crotch. His fingers were igniting her 
flesh like burning candles. He was going over all the areas that she herself 
played with when she was alone at night, but he was doing other things that 
were even better feeling, like pinching the little pocket of flesh at the 
top, making it stiffen and yearn for more stimulation. 

She squeezed the big, sausage-like cock, mainly because he'd asked her to 
and she was always obedient with adults. Her fingers trembled. Her whole 
body hadn't stopped shaking. 

"Owww, that's good, sugar," Uncle Frank said. "You make me feel good and 
I'll make you feel good, all right?" 

Emmy still couldn't speak. She choked back a lump in her throat and squeezed 
the cock again. Then she felt one of his fingers begin to push up into her 
pee hole. It shoved hard, going past the first knuckle. 

"Oh, don't!" she cried, finding her voice for the first time. "It hurts!" 

"Sorry sugar," Uncle Frank said, pulling the finger back out. He put his 
head very close to hers. "You mean you never had anything up there before?" 

"Nuh-no," she stammered. 

Both his hands reached out and began to pull down her pajama bottoms. 

"What-what are you doing, Uncle Frank?" she asked, her voice trembling. 

"I just thought I'd kiss it and make it well, sugar," he said. His body slid 
down as he removed her pajamas and he moved in on his stomach, between her 
legs. 

Emmy didn't know what to do! Her first instinct was to cry out, but if she'd 
had to explain to her parents, who would surely wake up, she'd die of shame! 

"No-n-please!" she whispered loudly. 

He paid no attention to her protest. His face moved up between her thighs. 
She could barely see it in the darkened room, the handsome moustache, the 
curly hair. He pried her legs farther apart. 

"Uncle Frank! Don't! What are you?-ahhh!" 

His tongue shot out and began to lick her virgin pussy lips, running wetly 
up and down. The sensation he caused was like an electric shock. The fire 
his hand had started was beginning to flame up, out of control. She lay, 
shaking, while he licked the delicate flesh of her virgin cunt for several 
minutes. After a while she found herself pushing her crotch against his 
mouth, wondering why she wished he'd lick her harder. Then he started taking 
off his shorts. 

Her eyes were better adjusted to the dark now, and she could see him quite 
clearly. His skin under the shorts was whiter, contrasting with his suntan. 
A big black patch of hair ran across his lower belly and down, where it 
framed what looked like a white club to Emmy. It was poking straight out, a 
darker-colored knob at the end. 

Despite the shock of seeing a man's erect penis for the first time, Emmy was 
aware that the sight held a powerful fascination for her. She felt the urge 
to touch it again, even though she continued to protest. 

"Oh, Uncle Frank! We shouldn't do this! It isn't right!" 

"Shhh!" he whispered. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing, sugar. 
As long as we can make each other feel good, what's wrong? If you love 
somebody, you want to make them feel good, don't you?" 

"Well-I-I guess so-" Emmy replied, haltingly. 

"Good. Then why don't you do something for me right now?" 

"Wh-what?" 

"I'll turn around and while I kiss you down here, you can kiss and lick 
my-my 'thing'. You'll like it, sugar. It'll taste real good, you'll see." 

He didn't give her a chance to reply. He quickly swung around and placed 
them in a sixty-nine position. 

"Squeeze the bag under it once in a while, and hold my 'thing' around the 
bottom, then kiss and lick all over it and try to put the end of it in your 
mouth. Don't bite it, though. Just suck on it and show me how much you like 
it." 

Emmy wondered why he didn't call it a 'cock' like her girlfriends did. She 
decided it must not be a nice word. She held his big club around the base, 
like he'd asked her to do, and grabbed the now-familiar nuts in her other 
hand. They felt even more exciting with no cotton shorts covering them. They 
were covered with very soft skin with a brushing of hair all over. 

His beard stubble scratched the insides of her tender thighs when he pushed 
his face back to her crotch. Even the little scratching sensations turned 
her skin to fire! A heat was churning in her groin that she had never felt 
before. She had caused warm little feelings sometimes, but until this moment 
she hadn't really experienced deep sexual desire. She felt that she was 
opening up below, yawning like a hungry mouth, begging for something to go 
inside and fill it up. But she didn't know what she was yearning for. 

Uncle Frank's tongue began to probe as deeply into her hole as his finger 
had done. Emmy gasped! She wrapped her legs around his head and started 
pulling his face in deeper, hoping she could encourage more of his tongue up 
inside. 

His cock continued to stare her in the eye. She was inches from it and she 
noticed that it had a little hole in the end. A drop of liquid was oozing 
out, like it was crying. Emmy thought it was really quite beautiful, when 
you took a good look. She was aware of his clean, masculine aromas. He 
smelled like daddy did when she sat on his lap sometimes. She had an urge to 
taste the flesh of the thick white column. 

Her uncle groaned when he felt her lips begin to loss his cock up and down 
each side. Her mouth had even nuzzled his balls and her tongue had flicked 
out and given them a quick lick. Now she was working her way up the back, 
straight up to the head. He groaned again when he felt her mouth begin to 
close over it! 

Emmy was curious to see what the little drop of clear fluid tasted like. She 
licked it from the small hole and ran the sticky stuff across her lips, 
licking and tasting. There was no taste at all that she could make out, but 
she liked it just the same. She began to work the fat knob all the way into 
her mouth. Lightning tore through her body at her first taste of cock. She 
made little moaning sounds and her crotch began to grind against her uncle's 
face. 

It didn't take Frank long to realize that his niece was in heat. Her young 
cunt was on fire! It was like licking a steam iron. He figured he had his 
tongue almost up to her barrier. The tight little hole was beginning to 
clutch it. 

Frank had never felt so turned on. For a couple of years, since he first 
noticed that Emmy was developing quite fast for her age, he'd begun to think 
of her in sexual terms. In fact, he'd thought of little else. He always 
visited as often as he could, and always during months when he could suggest 
trips to the beach or local swimming pool. He'd often had to disguise his 
erections by placing his hands over his crotch when he'd finished looking at 
her body in her little bikini. The perfect little pears of her young 
breasts. At eleven, even, they'd begun to be prominent. Her cute little 
turned-up nose and large green eyes. The brown hair with just a trace of red 
in it. The lovely slim legs, tapering perfectly and promising full, womanly 
curves in a few years. The skin so white and flawless it was a shame to see 
it tan. 

Heat was hitting his face. Her crotch was grinding against him so hard his 
lips were cutting into his teeth. He was getting hotter than hell too. She 
was sucking the head of his cock expertly, trying occasionally to get part 
of the shaft down also. At the same time she massaged his nuts like a pro! 
He couldn't believe his good luck when his brother told him Tim had company 
for the night, but there was plenty of room in Emmy's bed. 

Suddenly, he felt his balls tightening and he realized he was going to cum. 
He quickly pulled his mouth from her crotch and grabbed his cock. 

"Hold it, sugar," he whispered. "Before you learn about swallowing cum, 
there's something else your old uncle wants to teach you!" 

Emmy was gasping for breath. She had forced so much of the cock into her 
throat that she'd started to strangle and tears were rolling down her 
cheeks. Her uncle's mouth had done something to her that she didn't 
understand. She was frightened by the things she felt. Frightened that 
something awful might happen to her body. She knew she was building up to a 
giant something, and she was afraid she'd die from it. But she'd have killed 
him at the moment if he didn't put his mouth back down on her! 

"Please! Please, Uncle Frank! DONT STOP!" 

He almost laughed when he saw her churning her thighs and lifting her crotch 
up to his face. 

"This is gonna hurt right at first, sugar," he said, "but I promise you that 
if you're brave you'll end up getting something even better than my mouth. 
And you'll be able to take it any time you want it after that." 

He was already getting onto his knees and pushing a pillow under her hips, 
Before she could speak he had pushed her thighs up and back until her knees 
were pressing her shoulders. 

"No! NO!" Emmy cried out in alarm. She saw him aiming the thick club at her 
pussy, pressing the slick head into the wet lips he'd just sucked so 
hungrily. It pressed against the bald little petals and began parting them. 

"SHHH!" he whispered, putting one hand over her mouth and guiding his cock 
with the other. "DONT MAKE ANY NOISE!" His whisper was almost a shout. "IT 
WONT HURT THAT BAD, SUGAR, YOU'LL SEE!" 

He gave a shove and muffled her strangled scream with his hand. His cock 
pressed in past the head, pulling the hole brutally tight. This was going to 
be a tough one, he decided. He'd probably have to hurt her quite a bit 
before he got in. But Frank hadn't been fucking girls Emmy's age for 
nothing. He knew a live one when he found one, and Emmy had one of the 
hottest virgin cunts he'd ever run into. He felt like the luckiest man on 
earth when he gave the shove that tore her hymen down. 

Emmy screamed again, but his hand stayed firmly clamped over her mouth. Her 
body jerked violently and she tired to pull away from the invading pole, but 
Frank shoved again and several more inches tore up inside, breaking into 
tunnel of a virgin cavern. He was touching things and she was feeling them 
for the first time. It was always a moment that made him so hot he had to 
hold back from shooting. He held still until he could control his itching 
nuts and shoved again. He felt more skin giving way and her teeth were 
biting his fingers, almost breaking the skin. 

Emmy felt like she was being impaled on a broom handle. She could only think 
of one thing, besides the pain and her fear, and that was why anybody on 
earth ever wanted to do this. Her pussy was stuffed unmercifully, and still 
he kept pushing in, working more inside. She knew he'd kill her. She began 
to sob. 

Frank's face came down and he nuzzled her neck with his lips. 

"That's a good girl, sugar," he said in a soft voice. "You just put up with 
the worst of it. I'm almost all the way inside. You took it like a pro, 
It'll stop hurting in a minute, you'll see. Let that old heat get started 
again. Get that pussy hot while I fuck you. You'll see how it works. Then 
you'll get as much pleasure out of it as I do." 

His words began to calm her down. He was reassuring her that what he'd done 
was something natural. But her fears stayed with her, even while he began to 
pump in and out, a few inches at a time. It was true that the pain was going 
away, and she was intelligent enough to realize that probably most of that 
pain was in her fear. But her belly still convulsed and she couldn't stop 
sobbing. 

It was the tightest fuck Frank had ever had. His niece's cunt was grabbing 
him like a tight fist. It was making him sweat to get the action going, but 
after a while he was able to slam in and out as hard as he wanted to. Emmy 
was making soft little moaning sobs, but he took his hand from her mouth and 
she didn't try to cry out. That fucking brother of his would probably kill 
him if he walked in right now. He began fucking harder, and the bed made a 
little squeak but not loud enough to cause any attention, he decided. 

Emmy felt like a telephone pole was inside her, but her tunnel began to 
relax and let him have his way. She found that when she relaxed the heat 
began to return, just like he'd suggested. She was building slowly again, 
but the consuming fire was still not there. 

"That's right, sugar," Frank said, "now you're starting to fuck! Now that 
old heat's back, isn't it? What did I tell you?" 

"Yes!" Emmy Whispered. It was true. The heat was going all through her groin 
again. The big cock was filling the mouth that had yawned hungrily minutes 
before. This must be what it wanted! This was what it was yearning and 
begging for! She began to grind her pelvis, wanting to stretch her hole even 
more. 

"Owwww, shit, sugar, that's GOOD! THAT'S RIGHT! Squeeze my cock with your 
little pussy! OWWWW, SHIT, how'd you learn to do that?" 

"Ahhh, FUCK ME!" Emmy sighed, shocking him. She grabbed his thighs and dug 
her short nails into them. He reached under her pajamas top and squeezed her 
pear-shaped breasts. He noticed the nipples were hard as stone. He hadn't 
been wrong about her, he was sure of that. His cock began to slam in 
brutally, making the bed squeak louder. 

Emmy's mouth suddenly flew open. Something besides heat had begun to build 
up. It was as terrifying as it was wonderful. It was like the rumblings of a 
volcano, a pressure building up to an explosion. She knew it would probably 
kill her, but she wanted it to happen desperately! 

Frank's nuts tightened again. His niece had begun to fuck back, and she was 
building him to a climax before he wanted one. He tried slowing down, then 
stopping, but it didn't work. His cum was churning and getting ready to 
geyser up. 

"AGGGH! AGGGH! SHIT!" he gasped. "I-I'm GONNA SHOOT!" Emmy wasn't listening 
to Ms words. The explosion was going to happen soon, she knew. The pressure 
was coming up over her like a giant wave. 

"Ohhh! Ohhh! FUCK ME! YES! Fuck me HARDER! AGGGH!" she moaned over and over. 

"Oh, SHIT!" Frank cried. He grabbed the cheeks of her nubile round little 
ass and started hammering her savagely. 

"AHHHHHH!" Emmy almost screamed. The wave had crashed. Her body was being 
thrown around in mad circles. She began to buck her pelvis against him like 
a wild woman. 

"GAAAGH!" he moaned when he felt his cum shooting up and out, splashing the 
torn walls of her first-fucked cunt. He kept shooting until it oozed back 
out of the tight channel. 

When her convulsions and moans stopped and he had jetted out the last of his 
sperm he sank down on top of her and kissed her lips. 

"You DID it, sugar," he whispered hoarsely. "You gave your uncle your 
cherry, You let him fuck you good! Did you like it?" 

Emmy felt him run his hand through her hair. His cock was still inside -her, 
and at the moment it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. 

"Yes. Yes, I liked it, Uncle Frank," she said. 

Just then a loud knock came at the bedroom door. 

"Frank?" Emmy's father said, outside. 

"Yeah?" Frank quickly pulled off her and covered them. 

"Thought I heard Emmy crying. Is she all right?" 

"Yeah. She's fine, Art. In fact, she's terrific!" 

"Okay. See you in the morning." He walked away. 

Frank almost burst out laughing at the little joke he'd just made on his 
brother. The brother he hated. 

She's a damn good lay, I mean. That's what I should have said, you stuck-up 
bastard! 

Chapter Two 

Frank didn't go back to sleep for a long time. Emmy had collapsed from 
exhaustion, and he realized that her shattered virginity had taken a 
physical toll. He cradled her in his arm and she slept soundly while he 
thought ... 

... Thought about Emmy's mother, just his age but a few years younger than 
his brother, whom she'd married. Married even though she and Frank had been 
very deeply in love. 

"There just wouldn't be any future with you, Frank," she had said that 
night, sitting in his car, watching the lake that his parking spot 
overlooked. "You're a drifter, and I can't live that way." 

"I could settle down, Marge," he'd said. "I could always take up computer 
programming or something like that. It's just that I can't stand office 
management, and that's all I've been trained for." 

"I can't take the chance that you'll settle down for my sake, Frank. You're 
a person who has to live life his own way." 

He couldn't argue with her, although he had indeed gotten into a well-paying 
trade in the years following. By this time Marge had married his brother 
art-he knew she didn't really love him. But Art was an executive for a glass 
company already, and going no place but up. And Art never missed an 
opportunity to flaunt in Frank's face the fact that he'd gotten Marge after 
all. 

Frank's thoughts returned to that night, the night before Marge and Art got 
married ... 

... Marge looked so lovely sitting next to him in the car seat. Her hair was 
flame-red, and the moonlight picked up the highlights. He noticed the way 
her blouse was pressed tightly against her full, high breasts, showing the 
nipples. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. It was summertime, and she had on 
white shorts which showed her perfect legs, pale and golden. Her hips and 
ass were firm but full, the way Emmy's would be some day. He had a sudden 
urge to kiss the insides of her thighs. He ran his hand over and caressed 
her. 

"No, Frank," she said, pushing his hand away. "Not tonight. It's after 
midnight. It's already my wedding day. It isn't fair to Art." 

"Fuck Art!" Frank had snapped. "He got you, didn't he? For life? What am I 
asking for-just one more time together. Shit, Marge, it isn't like we 
never-" 

"Oh, be quiet! You promised not to talk about those things tonight! You 
promised when I said I'd come here with you." 

Frank grabbed her roughly and pulled her to him. His mouth crushed down on 
hers and she tried to push away. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head 
back. 

"Listen!" he said, almost snarling. "I can knock you out, but I don't think 
you want a black eye when you march down the aisle, do you?" 

"What-what are you talking about?" she frightened. 

"I'm going to fuck you, that's what! You can either LET me do it, or I can 
rape you. You should be familiar with those two choices. They're the only 
ones a woman has." 

"You BASTARD!" she screamed. "You could be gentleman enough to take no for 
an answer!" 

"Bullshit!" he snarled. "I stopped being a gentleman the night you told me 
you were marrying Art!" 

He grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled. It flew apart, several 
buttons flying off. He knew she was scared. She'd never seen him like this 
before. Her eyes were wide, filling with tears. 

"You want to take those shorts off?" he asked, "Or do you want them ripped 
off?" 

She crouched back, staring at him for several moments. Then she reached for 
the zipper on the side of the shorts and began to lower it. At the same time 
he unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his trousers and underwear. She was 
in her bikini panties then. 

"Take those off, too!" he snapped. 

Marge began to sob, but she did what he said. She couldn't believe that this 
man, whom she'd loved and given herself to many times, was making this 
demand on her and threatening her with physical harm if she didn't put out. 
When the panties were off he shoved her straight down on her back and 
crawled over her. He presented his cock to her mouth. 

"Suck it and get it wet," he said. 

"You know I don't like to do that!" she sobbed. 

"SUCK IT!" His voice was loud and angry. "You'll taste every fucking inch of 
me before you marry my brother! You'll find out every goddamned thing you're 
missing!" 

They were in a very deserted area, not known to many people. She knew it 
would be useless to scream or cause a big fuss. He was almost threatening 
her if she didn't come across with what he wanted. She opened her mouth and 
let the head of his cock go in. It was a strange taste to her, but not 
unpleasant. In a moment she was sucking it to the back of her throat and 
letting it sink down and in. 

Frank groaned. He swung around, on top of her, with his knees on either side 
of her head. Then he began to pump in and out of her throat. 

"That's right, bitch!" he hissed. "Think about doing this every time Art 
hauls you into bed. Think about eating my dick and how good it tasted!" 

He shoved his face down, pulling her thighs apart at the same time, and 
buried his mouth in her thick growth of pubic hair. Marge had a hairier 
crotch than most women he'd known. Thick mats of it ran down either side of 
the vagina, all the way to the crack of her ass. He separated the pussy lips 
with his thumbs and began to lick the pink flesh inside, stabbing his tongue 
into her hole every few laps. 

Despite the fact that he was forcing her, he noticed that she began to suck 
his cock harder. Marge had a hot cunt, and no amount of indignation, he 
knew, would keep her from steaming up once his tongue began to send messages 
through her pussy to her brain. He'd find out years later that Emmy would 
take after her mother. 

He sank his tongue as deeply into her hole as he could go and noticed that 
her thighs had begun to tremble slightly. Her belly tensed and she couldn't 
pretend any longer that she wasn't excited. The inside of her hole was 
already getting moist. He lapped the tastes and juices, feeling the flesh 
grow hot against his tongue. 

"UNNNNNNGH" Marge mumbled, with his cock burying itself in her throat. She 
reached up and grabbed his buttocks, trying to direct the fucking motions. 

Frank shot his mouth to her clit. The flesh was getting erect. He sucked at 
the little nubbin of flesh until he had her squirming. He pulled the erect 
skin between his teeth and bit into it gently. Suddenly, she pulled his cock 
out of her mouth. 

"OH, GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, FUCK ME! PUT IT IN ME!" she cried, digging her 
nails into his buttocks. 

"OH, GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, FUCK ME! PUT IT IN ME!" she cried, digging her 
nails into his buttocks. 

Frank swung back around and positioned his crotch over hers. She pulled back 
her thighs and made a saddle to him to ride on. He lined up the head of his 
dick and pressed it between the hairy pussy lips. 

"How much do you want my cock?" he asked her, holding himself just outside 
the gates, teasing her. 

"I want it!" she cried, lifting her pelvis up and trying to force the slab 
of meat into her hole. "I NEED IT! NOW!" 

"I shouldn't give it to you, you bitch! You don't deserve it! You could have 
had it for the rest of your life!" 

Marge was almost in tears. She was frightened now that he would leave her 
high and dry. 

"Please," she said, almost begging. "OH, PLEASE!" 

Frank gave one brutal thrust and slammed up to the hilt in her hot tunnel. 
She grunted, the breath knocked out of her. 

"Is that the way you want it? Hard and fast, the way old Frank likes to give 
it?" 

"YES!" she cried, panting for breath. "FUCK ME NOW! SHOVE IT IN AND OUT!" 

He held her legs back and began fucking in hard Her body rocked back and 
forth on the upholstery of the car seat. He noticed the way her breasts 
swung up and down. Her face was moving back and forth and her long red hair 
was fanning out around it. 

"I'll fuck you so hard you'll be too sore for it on your wedding night!" he 
spat. 

His words didn't offend her. She had forgotten all anger for him at the 
moment. All she wanted was to feel his cock up inside her womb, banging the 
walls, making her pussy melt with the heat! 

"Go ahead, then!" she moaned. "Tear me up if you want to! You couldn't fuck 
me too hard! Not the way I need it now!" 

"Fucking horny SLUT!" he said, but there was no anger in his voice. He was 
amused and excited, actually, that he had this kind of hold on her sexually. 
He decided he'd find many ways in the future to make her pay for jilting 
him. And for his own brother, at that! 

Marge was moaning out little words that made no sense to him. He could feel 
her cunt getting hotter and hotter. The walls were slippery with her flowing 
juices and they grabbed and clutched his cock constantly, as though they 
wanted to be sure he was still there. 

"FUUUH!-EEEOOOWWW!-AGGGH!" she moaned. "Harder!" 

He slammed into her so hard his pelvis slapped loudly against her buttocks. 
He knew how roughly she liked to be used when she was turned on. No woman 
had ever allowed him to slam her like he had learned to do with Marge. 

Tears of passion were forming in her eyes now. They usually signaled that 
she was building to an orgasm. Her mouth had drawn back into a tight line. 
Her teeth were almost bared like an animal's. Frank looked down and saw that 
she was sweating. Beads of perspiration rolled into the valley between her 
tits, reflected by the moonlight which poured through the windshield. 

"Who's cock is better-his or mine?" Frank asked. 

"Yuh-yuh-yours!" she panted. 

"Then why are you marrying him, goddamn you!" he shouted. 

"AGGGHHH-!" she moaned. "IT'S COMING! EEEOOOWWW!" 

Frank fucked faster, knocking into her saddle like it was a punching bag. 
His load was starting to get ready for its upward spout. His balls were 
tightened and his asshole was clenched shut, He could feel her pussy explode 
all around him. When Marge came, she came hard. He'd often had to pull her 
nails away from his back, for fear she'd rip it to shreds. She would attack 
his buttocks then, and he'd have to pull her hands off those, too. This time 
she was holding her breasts, rubbing the nipples around in her fingers and 
pinching them. 

"UNNNNNNGH!" Frank grunted. 

His load was ready to blast. Quickly, he pulled out of her still-clutching 
cunt and crawled up over her face. 

"OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" he snapped loudly. 

Marge's eyes flew open and stared at him, startled. 

"OPEN IT, I SAID!" Frank shouted as the first splash of cum landed on 
Marge's chin. She opened her mouth and he aimed the next jet of cream 
directly in. Then the fat head of his cock was shoved into her mouth and he 
let loose a torrent of juice. 

"SWALLOW IT!" he ordered. 

Her throat muscles began to work up and down while she tried to swallow the 
cum as fast as he shot it out. It wasn't easy. He was flooding her and she 
began to choke. Thick cream ran out the sides of her mouth and down her chin 
and cheeks. She grabbed him around the base of his pole and under his nuts. 
After a moment the cock began to soften and she found it easier to take it 
down and swallow the last little spurts that came from the tip. Then she let 
it come slowly out of her mouth, sucking off any remaining drops. 

Frank stared down at her, marveling in the way she had eaten him. 

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. 

Marge brushed tears from her eyes. They had sprung there when she choked. 

"Yes," she answered. "Why try to deny it? I liked it. I had another cum 
while I was swallowing your load." 

He crawled off her and began to get back into his trousers and underwear. 
She was finished before he was. 

"I'll have to sneak in," she giggled. "My blouse is torn! Damn you, you 
fucking beast!" 

Frank laughed. Suddenly, she clutched his arm. 

"Why couldn't we-you know-why couldn't we still see each other after I'm 
married? We could arrange things occasionally if we thought clearly about 
it. A weekend once in a while-" 

He brushed her hand from his arm. 

"Maybe we will and maybe we won't," he said, a little bitterly. "I'll keep 
you waiting for it, lady. I promise you that. You'll be like a mad dog when 
you finally DO get it!" 

She became angry. 

"You really think you're something, don't you?" she said. "Well, maybe it 
takes more to make me froth at the mouth than you think!" 

He laughed, and drove her home. 

The whole evening had come back to Frank's memory with vivid clarity. He had 
fucked Marge over the years, but he took special delight in postponing the 
meetings when he knew she was extra horny and frustrated. She had hinted 
more than once that Art left something lacking in bed. 

The more he thought about the situation, the more angry he became. Here was 
Marge, wanting his cock because her husband couldn't satisfy her. She 
belonged to him as much as she ever did. But she had given herself to 
another man for life. 

Frank cursed under his breath! 

Marge's rejection of him had started him on his path of seducing young 
girls. Somehow, women his own age didn't appeal to him-except for Marge. 

The first little girl he fucked screamed and hollered, but she ended up 
responding and having an orgasm. It encouraged Frank to make contracts with 
others. He was amazed, finally, to realize the number of virgins who are 
aching to have their cherries busted. He'd had his share of them, and they 
were all still his friends. 

He looked at Emmy, sleeping next to him, and a thought entered his mind. He 
got off the bed, tiptoed to a desk across the room, and turned on the lamp. 
He found paper and pen and scribbled a note. 

I'VE TAKEN EMMY OFF WITH ME. SHE'S HALF MINE, ANYWAY. AFTER ALL, IF WE'D HAD 
ANY SENSE, MARGE AND I WOULD BE MARRIED ANYWAY. I DONT KNOW WHEN YOU'LL SEE 
EMMY AGAIN. I THINK SHE'LL LIKE BEING WITH ME, AND I'LL MAKE SURE SHE 
DOESN'T HAVE TO COME BACK UNTIL SHE'S GOOD AND READY. 

He stuck the note under a paperweight, turned on the main bedroom light, and 
shook Emmy awake. 

"What is it, Uncle Frank?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. 

"Listen, Emmy, don't make any noise, but I want you to get dressed. Pack a 
little bag if you want to, but don't bring any clothes. Be very quiet about 
it." 

"Where are we going?" she asked, bewildered. 

"I can't tell you, but I can say that it's a little surprise for your 
parents." 

"A surprise?" 

"Yes. It'll be fun, but we have to sneak out of here without being heard." 

Emmy giggled. Uncle Frank was always so full of surprises. Not the least of 
which was her shattered virginity. She dressed and put a couple of toilet 
articles in a small bag. He was ready when she was. On the way out of her 
bedroom, their shoes in their hands, he smiled. He had purposely left the 
bed sheets pulled back. He didn't know exactly what they showed of the 
activity that had gone on, but he suspected there would be several good 
hints. They could draw their own conclusions. 

Marge was giving Art his standard morning blow job. At least she was able to 
get satisfied this way. Lately, he'd had trouble getting it up for straight 
fucking. She had learned to use her fingers to good advantage on her pussy. 
Often they were all she had to fall back on in her times of frustration. Her 
meetings with Frank just weren't frequent enough. She thought of Frank 
sleeping now in the next room. If Emmy weren't there, she'd be on the bed 
with Frank now, straddled over him, his cock inside her. 

Art groaned and lifted his pelvis. He was getting ready to cum and he placed 
his hands on the back of Marge's head. 

Marge closed her eyes and pretended it was Frank's cock she was sucking. 
Actually, Frank and Art were similar in appearance,, although Art was older. 
She imagined that night in the car, when Frank had forced her to swallow his 
load. She had loved to suck cocks ever since. Giving Art head was the only 
satisfactory part of their sex life still left. 

Now she felt his cum began to splash into her throat and she swallowed it 
down expertly. When the cock softened she let it slide slowly out of her 
mouth. 

"Lie here and sleep a little longer, darling," she said. "I'll wake you up 
when breakfast is ready and you can eat in your robe." 

"Thanks, sweetheart," Art said, closing his eyes and dozing. 

Marge put on a dressing gown, the nicest one she owned, and left the 
bedroom. She went to Emmy's door and decided to take a peek inside. 
Obviously, they were both sleeping and she longed for a sight of Frank in 
bed. It would remind her of what they would surely plan during his visit. 

She opened the door just a crack. 

That's strange! she thought. They must be up already! Strange that I didn't 
hear them! 

She opened the door wide and walked into the room. She noticed the stains on 
the sheet immediately. 

The bastard! The fool! she thought. He doesn't know what he's doing! 

She decided to change the sheets before there was any chance that Art might 
see them. Emmy had clean ones in her closet. She yanked the soiled linens 
off the bed and put them on the floor. Then she went to the closet and got 
fresh ones off the top shelf. 

Marge was trembling. The implications of what Frank had done had wrecked her 
nerves. She would have to have a long talk with him. 

Just as she was leaving the closet to make up the bed she spotted the note 
on the desk. She could read it without picking it up. The sheets dropped to 
the floor and Marge sat down on a small chair by the desk. 

He can't do this to us! HE'S MAD! He's insane to pull a stunt like this! 

She put her head in her. hands and tried to think. 

One thing for sure, she thought. I should have told him a long time ago that 
he was Emmy's father! 

Chapter Three 

Emmy got more and more confused as they drove along. She had no idea where 
Uncle Frank was taking her, and they had been driving for hours. 

"Why don't you tell me where we're going HOW?" she asked. "And explain what 
the surprise is about." 

Frank knew he'd have to talk to her eventually. 

"Well, sugar, I've decided that we should just get away for a while-just the 
two of us. And after last Bight, and what we did in bed, I think we could 
have a lot of fun traveling around a little." 

Emmy couldn't believe her ears! 

"You mean you're taking me on a long trip?" 

"That's right, sugar." 

"Well, I don't want to go, Uncle Frank! I wanted to spend as much time this 
summer with my friends as I could. I really don't want to be traveling 
around for a long time." 

Frank was patient and unflustered. 

"Well, I don't think you have any choice, sugar. You see, I left your 
parents a note telling them that I was taking you away somewhere. Since I'll 
probably get arrested for kidnapping now, I'm gonna make damn sure I get 
what I want out of the deal before it's over." 

Emmy sat in dumfounded silence for a while. 

"So this whole trip was the 'surprise' you about?'" she asked. 

Frank chuckled. "That's right, Emmy, I guess they were so surprised they 
shit! Especially when they read the note." 

"Oh, poor Mom! Poor Dad!" Emmy wailed. "Why did you want to do something 
like that? They'll be worried to death about me!" 

"Now, now, sugar, don't take on like that. They know you're with me, and 
they know you'll be perfectly safe. Only just don't go calling them or 
trying to get away from me or anything like that. If I catch you at it, your 
trip will be a Sot less fun for you." 

Emmy sat in silence. He could hear her sobbing and he glanced over and saw 
tears streaming down her cheeks. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose 
pullover sweater. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. She seemed so much 
a child nobody could possibly suspect what they'd be doing in the various 
motel and hotel beds they'd be staying in. And she easily passed for his 
daughter. 

"What about clothes?" Emmy asked. 

"Well pick up a few things, for dinners and all. But you won't need too many 
clothes on the land of trip I have planned. You'll be out of them most of 
the time, anyway." 

He chuckled again, and Emmy sat and thought. 

Things could be a lot worse, she decided. Uncle Frank must be going through 
some sort of nervous collapse to have pulled off a stupid trick like this, 
but at least she hadn't been kidnapped by a stranger. Also, the prospect of 
being in bed with him some more made her crotch burn with heat. She had 
thought about what they'd done the night before almost constantly with a 
combination of excitement and fear. Her pussy didn't seem to be suffering 
any bad effects from the workout it had gotten, but she would never forget 
how his cock had felt when it shattered her virginity. And the pain. She 
wondered if there would be any pain the next time. 

She was soon to find out. They ate supper, finally, in a second-rate little 
restaurant, since neither of them were dressed very well. Emmy was starved 
and ate more than he did. When they were finished he headed to another 
second-rate establishment-a motel. 

"Why do we have to stay in dumps like this?" Emmy asked. "Mom and Dad always 
go to really nice places." 

"I told you. People are probably on the lookout for us. I don't want to stay 
where the communications are too good. You should understand that." 

Emmy shrugged her shoulders. At least he was honest with her. She behaved 
herself well while he registered them in, and the man at the office even 
made little jokes with her. 

"You surely have a beautiful daughter," he said to Frank. 

"Yeah," Frank replied. "She takes after her mother." 

They opened the door of their room and Frank sat his suitcase down on the 
floor. It wasn't an attractive place, but it was clean and adequate. Emmy 
was already turning on the TV. 

"Black and white!" she said in disgust. 

"You'll have to make do," Frank said, removing his jacket, then his shirt. 
"Why don't we get into bed and rest? You've had a busy day. I guess we've 
driven over four hundred miles." 

Emmy had always liked to travel on long trips, until now. But even under 
these circumstances, it was exciting to be in a state she'd never seen 
before, and eating in restaurants and sleeping in motels-And then, there was 
what Uncle Frank had planned for them to do. She almost laughed when he told 
her he wanted to go to bed. She could imagine how much "rest" she'd get. 

By the time she crossed the room and began removing her pullover sweater he 
was already stripped. She took a good look at his body, and thought it was 
even better-looking than she remembered. Last night she hadn't been able to 
see too much. His cock was getting hard again and it began to stand out from 
his thighs. The balls looked fat and enormous. She didn't remember that they 
were so big, even when she had held them and licked them. 

He was looking equally hard at her. He hadn't seen her in a good light until 
now, and he noticed little details about how much she'd filled out since his 
prior visit to his brother's house. The rump had a little more flare to it. 
The legs were so good they could have belonged to a fashion model. When her 
jeans were peeled down over the plump little butt he was almost drooling. He 
crossed to her and sank to his knees behind her. 

"Hmmmmmm, sugar, what an adorable ass you got! "he said. 

His face leaned in and began planting kisses all over the pale buttocks. 
Emmy felt her knees grow weak. The same heat was charging through her loins. 
He had a way of making it happen each time he touched her. 

Frank pushed her forward and she placed her hands on the mattress of the bed 
for support. His hands parted her asscheeks and she felt his tongue begin to 
probe between them, looking for the little puckered hole. 

"OWWWWWW, Uncle Frank! What are you DOING?" Emmy sighed. "You SHOULDN'T-" 

Her words were cut short when his tongue stabbed straight in, parting the 
sphincter muscle. Emmy's legs turned to butter and she sank down, across the 
mattress. Frank was straight behind her, still probing her little back hole 
with his tongue. He continued to lick around and in for several minutes. At 
the same time he massaged the firm softness of her buttocks. His hands 
almost trembled with excitement. 

When he pulled away he stared for a long time at the perfect little white 
mounds. 

"I'm sorry, sugar," he said finally, "but I just got to see how the back one 
feels, too!" 

"What? What are you TALKING about, Uncle Frank?" Emmy asked. 

She heard him spit. She looked around. He had spit in his hand and was 
rubbing it around the head of his now-hard cock. She wondered why he was 
doing that. 

Frank climbed to a half crouch behind her. Her ass was right over the edge 
of the mattress, a perfect position for him to plug her. He slid his cock 
into the crack of her ass and pushed the head up against the hole he'd just 
made so wet with his mouth. 

Emmy still didn't understand what was on his mind. She'd never even heard of 
the thing he was getting ready to do to her. When she realized where his 
cock was about to go, she panicked. She suddenly knew what he'd meant when 
he said "the back one." As excited as his mouth had made her, she couldn't 
go along with this. 

"STOP!" Emmy shouted, trying to pull away from him. He grabbed her around 
the waist and held her still. Then he began to push the cock against the 
hole, forcing the sphincter. 

"DONT! STOP IT!!!" she wailed again. "YOU'LL KILL MEEEEEE!" 

"Relax!" he huffed. Getting into her asshole, he decided, would be as hard 
on him as it would be on her. He gave a shove and his cock sailed in, past 
the head. Her hole was stretched to its limit. 

"GAAAAAAGH!" Emmy hollered in pain. She saw stars exploding in her head. It 
felt as though a hot poker were being shoved inside her. 

Frank had managed to get several inches inside her back hole, but it was so 
tight it was cutting off his circulation. He spit into his hand again and 
wet more of the pole still outside. Then he grabbed her hips and shoved 
again. Emmy's face buried itself into the mattress and he could hear her 
muffled screams. 

"That's right, sugar," Frank said. "It's almost in there now! Owww, 
motherfuck! It feels good! AHHHHHH, OWWWWWW-!" 

Tears of pain and anger were streaming down Emmy's cheeks. She couldn't 
believe her uncle was actually doing such a mean and disgusting thing to 
her. She was sure nobody else had ever been made to do a thing like this. 

"UNNNGH!" Frank moaned loudly. He was all the way inside her ass now. He 
couldn't believe how tight she was! Front and back, she was the tightest 
fuck he'd ever had. He began to work his fat pole in and out, a few inches 
at a time. He was stretching and pulling the hole almost inside-out each 
time. But Emmy had stopped blubbering. And she didn't seem to be resisting 
him like she had at first. He guessed she was finally relaxing. 

When his cock got all the way inside, Emmy felt like she'd pass out. But she 
didn't, and in a moment there was less pain. It was like when he'd fucked 
her pussy-all that remained after a while was the sensation of being stuffed 
unmercifully. She wondered if she would ever get used to this feeling. Last 
night, at least, she began to warm up after a while- 

Frank began to fuck fast and hard. Sweat roiled down his forehead and his 
mouth hung slackly open. He realized the tight anal channel would have him 
popping his nuts pretty soon, and he was concerned about making Emmy 
experience some pleasure from the ordeal he was putting her through. 

He put his hands under her and grabbed her breasts. They were soft little 
handfuls, perfectly shaped and already succulent looking. He tried to pinch 
the nipples but they hadn't become aroused yet and he had trouble capturing 
them in his fingertips. He leaned his face close to hers. 

"It'll feel good, sugar," he said. "Just like when I fucked your pussy last 
night. You liked that, didn't you?" 

Emmy didn't want to answer him, but still she had respect for adults and was 
not normally a rebellious child. Slowly, she shook her head up and down, her 
face still buried in the mattress. 

"Sure it did," Frank said. "And it'll feel even better when we do it some 
more. Every time we do it, you'll like it more." 

Emmy hoped so. If she could learn to like what was happening to her now, she 
decided, she could learn to like anything! But she wasn't minding the 
sensation of his cock in her ass as much as she did at first. In a way, when 
she clamped down on it a little bit, it was making her feel a little bit 
hot. 

Frank noticed the pressure her sphincter gave his rod, and a slow smile 
crept across his face. He began to fuck a little faster, trying to see just 
how hard she could take it. She wasn't complaining, so far- 

"That's right, sugar," he said, "now you're beginning to see what it feels 
like. Fuck, baby, I've plugged a lot of girls this way-girls not any older 
than you. You'll be fucking wild for it after a while!" 

Emmy had never heard her uncle use such bad language, but she supposed he 
only did it at moments like these. She herself had cried out words like 
"fuck" last night, and she didn't know what had made her use them. Maybe the 
next time she saw her girlfriends at school she'd have a surprise or two for 
them. If they'd considered her a prude in the past, they were in for an eye 
opener! 

Frank wasn't satisfied with his results on Emmy. Her nipples still hadn't 
become erect. While he continued to pump her ass faster and faster he 
reached under and began to massage her pussy lips. He could feel a certain 
warmth there, and they weren't completely dry. Maybe she was coming around 
after all. He remembered the effect his fingers had had on her clit the 
night before. He started to pinch it now and felt it harden. 

"Now you're getting it, sugar," he panted. "Old Uncle Frank's cock doesn't 
feel too bad after all, does it?" 

Emmy was beginning to feel the heat rushing through her groin. His hand on 
her pussy was setting her on fire again. 

"No! No!" she grunted. "It doesn't feel too bad. It-it's beginning to feel 
good, Uncle Frank-" 

He felt her vagina tense and throb. The hole, which had been plowed for the 
first time only hours before, was beginning to quiffle against his hand. 

"You're not lying, are you, sugar? It really feels good?" 

Emmy knew there wouldn't be any point in saying it didn't. She felt the same 
pressure begin to build up inside her that she'd felt when he fucked her 
pussy. She wouldn't be able to disguise her feelings much longer. 

"I'm not lying, Uncle Frank," she grunted and gasped. "It really does feel 
good. Just don't stop! Don't stop until I-" 

He began to slam into her harder, cutting her words short. 

"OOOOOOFFF!" Emmy cried, pressing her face into the mattress again. 

He felt her sphincter muscle gripping him more frequently. She began 
squeezing tightly, almost stopping his fucking motions. Then he looked down 
and noticed that her rump was beginning to make circular movements. He 
couldn't believe the reaction he was starting to get. Her ass was becoming 
as hot as her cunt had been! 

Then Emmy started to buck straight back each time his cock slammed into her 
rectum. She was matching him stroke for stroke. Their bodies made loud 
smacking sounds each time they contacted. Frank felt his balls churn and he 
knew he couldn't keep up the pace much longer. He'd be creaming her ass any 
minute now. 

"Yuh-yuh-YES!" Emmy began to chant while he pumped into her. She had lifted 
her face from the mattress and thrown her head straight back. "Play with my 
tits again, Uncle Frank!" 

He reached under again. This time the nipples of her breasts were like 
diamonds. He began to pinch them. 

"AGGGHHH!" Emmy cried. "YES! YES! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE AGAIN! 
OHHHHHH, I'M SCARED! FUCK ME HARDER!" 

Sweat was running from Frank's armpits and down his sides. He didn't think 
it would be possible to ball Emmy any harder than he'd already done, but he 
began to try. In a few seconds the bed was banging against the wall in back 
of it. He hoped it was the kind of motel where noises didn't matter. It had 
certainly looked like that kind. Besides, there was no room on the other 
side of theirs. Just some kind of storage rooms then the parking lot. 

"NOW!" Emmy cried out loudly. Her body was starting to convulse. When she 
felt the heat and the tension building to the breaking point, her ass seemed 
to go completely wild on Frank's cock. She began bucking it back so fast he 
couldn't keep up with her. He held still and let her do the fucking up and 
down his fat shaft. 

"AGGGHHH! I'M FALLING APART!!" she moaned. "IT-IT-IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NOW! 
GUUUNGH!" 

Frank shut his eyes tightly and Ills head snapped back. His cum began 
gushing up and out, jetting hard into the grabbing asshole, drenching it. 
His nuts felt like they were going all the way up inside him and he couldn't 
seem to stop shooting. 

Emmy was beating her face into the mattress and sobbing while her ass began 
making wide circular motions on the still-stiff cock. 

Finally, she sank into the bed and her breathing returned to normal. Frank 
pulled out and walked to the bathroom for a towel. His sperm was oozing out 
of her stretched rectum. 

Mister Griffin, the manager of the motel who had given them this room 
purposely, watched through the one-way mirror until Frank disappeared into 
the bathroom and then with a soft groan he aimed his throbbing cock at the 
storage-room wall and began hosing it down with his thick load of cum. 

Watching this man ass-fuck his own daughter was one of the most exciting 
scenes he'd peeked in on since he fixed this little rig up. It had been an 
inspiration to put a long dressing mirror right across from the bed. He was 
watching only feet away from the action. 

In the six months since the mirror had been installed, he'd seen many older 
men fuck young girls. Shit, he'd seen little brothers and sisters do it 
together when their parents were out. But he knew tonight that he wouldn't 
be able to content himself with watching and masturbating. Somehow, he had 
to have this particular girl. He wanted to stick his club up her butt just 
like her old man had done. 

Griffin thought for a moment, waiting for his erection to go down. Father! 
Shit, I'm sure he is. They even resemble each other! 

Griffin thought some more. 

Not much he could do but fix me up. Especially if I told him I was going to 
the police! 

Griffin smiled and put his cock back in his pants. 

Frank and Emmy were side by side, and Emmy was sound asleep. 

He wondered if he'd made the right choice by bringing Emmy away with him. He 
couldn't deny that he was getting the best sex of his life, but he wondered 
if his spiteful act against his brother and sister-in-law might end up 
costing him more than he could handle. He didn't expect to find much young 
cunt in prison. 

But right now his mind was also clouded with the memory of what he and Emmy 
had just done. His whole body tingled with excitement. He was starting to 
feel more alive than he had in years. He finished the cigarette he was 
smoking and when he reached to put it out in an ashtray on the bedside table 
he noticed the full-length dressing mirror for the first time. 

Wow! Neat! We can watch ourselves do it! 

He turned off the lamp on the table and drew Emmy tightly to him. It was 
wonderful-to lie in the dark and feel her soft, warm young body next to his. 
Especially now that she knew what a cock felt like inside her. He figured 
that within a day or two she'd be asking him for it. Maybe begging. But be 
didn't figure she'd have to beg for long-unless she'd been a bad girl. 

He wondered if, knowing he was her father, he could have given her two such 
brutal fucks in less than twenty-four hours. 

Chapter Four 

Frank solved Griffin's first problem the next morning. 

"My daughter and I will be staying around for a few days," he said to 
Griffin in the motel office. "By the way, where's a good used car dealer? 
I'm not satisfied with the way my ear's acting, so I might trade it off." 

Griffin directed him to the only dealer in town and Frank drove off alone. 
He quickly went outside and made a beeline for the storage room. When he 
looked through the one-way mirror he immediately got an erection. He was a 
man in his early forties, and in good physical shape for his age. His sex 
urge hadn't even begun to subside. 

Emmy was lying on the bed, completely nude. It was early and she had told 
Frank that she wanted to sleep a little longer. He'd been reluctant to leave 
her alone, but she didn't have any money and he was taking the car. He 
didn't think she'd bother trying to make a call to her parents. She hadn't 
really complained about being with him-not yet. 

While Griffin watched, Emmy seemed to be waking up. She rolled over and 
looked in the direction of the mirror. Then her head lifted up and she 
stared at the mirror with great interest. 

Griffin was drooling over the sight of her body. He would have guessed that 
she was older than the thirteen years her father had registered her as 
being. If she was as young as all that, she was sure stacked for her age, he 
decided. He reached into his trousers and hauled out his fat, long cock. He 
began to jerk it slowly while he watched Emmy. 

The thought of looking at her naked body from head to toe in a motel room 
gave Emmy a feeling of being an adult, loose woman. She'd seen the types in 
movies and on television. Women who go to these places with strange men and 
charge for their services. Her friends had talked about them. 

Emmy wondered if she looked that way now-like a tramp. 

She sat up and threw her legs over the edge of the bed. She had a full view 
of herself, her legs spread open, her pussy on display. She reached back and 
undid the pony-tail tie. Her brown, red-tinged hair fell across her 
shoulders, soft and shining. 

Then she ran her hands up to her breasts and weighed them in her hands while 
she watched herself do it. She reached for the nipples, remembering how 
Uncle Frank's fingers had felt on them. When she pinched them they 
immediately sprang to life and hardened. 

Rolling the nipples through the tips of her fingers, Emmy noticed that her 
face had changed expression. She was almost surprised to see how her mouth 
had fallen open in a wanton expression and her tongue began to lick slowly 
across the lips. Her eyes had drooped and taken on a dreamy expression. 

Griffin had been almost alarmed when Emmy sat up and looked straight into 
the mirror. But he knew there was no way she could see anything on the other 
side. Obviously, she was getting turned on by the sight of her own body, 
with her legs thrown wide apart and her pussy winking at her in the mirror. 
He jerked his cock faster. 

Emmy seemed to notice her cunt for the first time. She had never been in a 
better position to see just what it looked like, spread open, sitting with 
her legs apart. She let her hands trail from her breasts down her silky 
smooth body, past the little stubble of pubic hair just starting, and 
finally to the naked little lips of her vagina. She ran one index finger 
down each lip and felt them respond to her touch. Her pussy was beginning to 
tingle hotly. 

She slid down until her buttocks were barely touching the edge of the bed, 
then she spread her legs even wider. Her knees were almost touching the wall 
and her crotch was only inches from the mirror. She pulled the bald lips 
apart and got a good look at the pink flesh and the red little hole. The 
hole looked sore and tender. She wet a finger and ran it around the outside, 
then into the tunnel. 

No, it wasn't really very sore at that. She noticed the heat against her 
finger and decided to try inserting two. 

Griffin quickly unbuckled his trousers and let them and his shorts fall down 
around his thighs. He grabbed his fat, hairy nuts in one hand and continued 
whacking his log with the other. 

"Sheeeeee-it!" he whispered to himself. 

Emmy shoved the fingers, covered with her saliva, into her hole and wiggled 
them around for a moment. She pushed them as far in as they would go. She 
had never been able to get her rather long fingers into her cunt all the way 
before. It felt wonderful, and she was immediately glad that Uncle Frank had 
opened up the path for her. 

The flesh of her channel was hot again, and she knew that certain juices had 
begun to flow because her fingers were getting soaked all over again. She 
had a sudden urge to taste the juices and see what her uncle had been so 
crazy about when he had his tongue up there. 

She pulled the fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her lips. Then 
her tongue flicked out and she began to lick them all over. She was suddenly 
excited by the taste and the fingers disappeared into her mouth. She sucked 
them for a while then shot them back into her hole. Only this time they were 
accompanied by a third one. 

Emmy began rotating the three fingers around, just as she had done with the 
first two. They were working themselves in and out effortlessly, despite the 
tightness of the tunnel. She felt her whole cavern begin to yawn in that 
hungry way that usually meant she was working up to something. She lifted 
her ass and began to fuck into the fingers, holding them still as though 
they weren't part of her-just something she was making go into her hole. 

Griffin's fist became a blur on his cock. He was a beefy, although muscular, 
man, and when he was sexually turned on he sweated profusely. He got to his 
knees on the other side of the mirror and brought his face eye-level with 
the cunt that was being masturbated so beautifully. From where he looked he 
could see under her hand, the asscheeks bobbing up and down on the mattress 
while she fucked her fingers so frantically. He could even see the little 
asshole that her father had plugged so well. He could imagine his own club 
in there, tearing away new territory. Griffin had a pussy stretcher to end 
them all! 

Emmy was throwing her head from side to side now. Her pelvis was grinding 
around on her fingers with such fury that the peeping torn wondered how her 
trembling thighs were going to hold out. Finally, she collapsed and lay 
straight back on the mattress. Her legs were still spread and her pussy 
continued to gape at the glass inches away from it. 

She brought her fingers to her mouth again and shot them straight in, 
sucking the flavor from them and enjoying the taste. Her pelvis continued to 
move in circles, even though there were no fingers there to play with it. 
Emmy concentrated on her breasts once more. The nipples had gotten so hard 
they were sore to the touch. 

Oh! It never felt like this when I played with myself before! she thought. 
Now I really know how to make myself hot! 

She ran her hands back down and pulled the petals of her cunt as wide as 
they could be stretched. 

Now it's all ready for you, Uncle Frank! she thought. Now you can stick your 
big cock in there and make me explode! 

The three fingers sank back in. Emmy began to work them hard. The aching 
yawn in her womb was starting again. She didn't know how much more she could 
take before the wave began to rise up and crash back down on her. 

Oh, Uncle Frank! she thought. I need you so bad now! Why did you go away and 
leave me so hot and aching this morning? 

She pretended that the fingers were his cock. She pulled them out and jabbed 
them back in, hard, trying to pretend it was his big pole tearing into her 
for the first time, pushing down the wall of her innocence and making a 
woman out of her. 

"AGGGHHH!" she cried, arching her pelvis. 

Griffin could see her mouth fly open. He wished he'd had the sense to 
install a system of listening to what happened in the room as well as 
watching. He could imagine her little cries of passion now. She was 
apparently a hot one. His cock felt very close to shooting and he slowed 
down his fist. She seemed to be mumbling little things now. He guessed she 
was pretty close to an orgasm. "UNNNGH!" Emmy cried out loud. "I want your 
COCK! I want you to shove it in me! Lake you did to me twice now! Shove it 
in my pussy! Shove it up my ass! Just give me your cock and make me explode 
with it!" 

Griffin strained his ear against the mirror but he couldn't hear anything 
but a faint mumble. To hear this much, even, he knew the girl had to be 
talking pretty loud. Then he heard a couple of words very distinctly. 

"FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEE-!" 

He could see the way her fingers were pushing open the lips and hole, 
stretching the tender young flesh. He wondered how it would taste to lick 
such young pussy, without even any hair on it. She had one of the most 
beautiful bodies he'd ever seen, despite the fact that she was so young. Age 
could only improve it, but seeing it in this stage, passionate and yearning, 
was one of the most exciting sights of his life! 

Emmy had a sudden idea! She lifted her legs and rested her heels on the edge 
of the bed. Then she wet a finger of her other hand and reached down to her 
asshole. She probed her tight little back hole with the tip of the finger, 
wondering it would be too sore to explore. It didn't seem to be. She began 
to work her finger inside and found that it created a delicious sensation. 
When she got it all the way in, she was able to rub it against the fingers 
in her pussy, through the thin wall. 

Then another thought crossed her mind. 

I should be trying to call Mom and Dad, instead of doing this sort of thing. 
I could tell them where I am and they'd come and get me right away! 

But then she thought of how hairy and muscular and strong her uncle's body 
was. She remembered how his cock had tasted when she began sucking it into 
her mouth. She wondered what it would be like if she had continued to suck 
it until all that stuff shot out of it. She hadn't seen a cock shoot, and 
she didn't know what it would taste like in her mouth when it happened, but 
she thought it would be worth trying. Especially since Uncle Frank had such 
a big, pretty one! 

No, this is fun for a while. I want to learn a lot of things from Uncle 
Frank! 

"GUUUUUUNGH!" Emmy cried out loud. Her pussy was beginning to clutch hard at 
her fingers. She felt the tide rising inside her womb. Waves were beginning 
to swell. She knew that in a moment they would be a hundred feet in the air, 
over her. They would start to fall, coming straight down-threatening to 
crush her- 

Griffin could see every little expression on Emmy's face. He knew she was 
getting closer and closer. He'd been gauging his tempo to match hers. He 
wanted to shoot his load at the exact second when her body began to shake 
and jerk out of control. He remembered the way it had done last night, when 
her father fucked her up the ass. He suspected it wouldn't be long now. 

Emmy was closer, even, than Griffin knew. With one loud cry, which he could 
hear, she began to bounce her ass up and down on the mattress and her 
stomach began to convulse. 

"UNNNGH! UNGHS UNGH! AGGGHHH!" she wailed. Her ass slipped off the edge of 
the bed and she landed on her knees, her pussy only a couple of inches from 
the mirror. 

Griffin put his face down next to her frantically digging fingers, He could 
see the way she was fucking in and out as clearly as if he'd been doing it 
to her himself. He saw the lips contracting and expanding, trying to clutch 
more of the fucking digits up inside. Emmy slumped back against the bed, but 
her pelvis was still sticking straight out and her back was arched. She 
continued to fuck into her hole until the last spasms of feeling shot 
through her body. She was soaking the fingers and feeling for the first time 
the way her tight channel massaged and gripped when she had her "explosion". 

No wonder she'd made Uncle Frank's cock feel so good! She must have felt 
like a massaging machine! 

Griffin let loose then. His sperm shot heavily against the wall of the 
storage room, the way it had last night. He was trembling from the 
masturbation he'd just witnessed. He was more determined than ever to get 
into her cunt. Or ass. 

After shaking his cock and putting it back in his pants he took one last 
look at Emmy. She lay on the bed, exhausted. But the fingers she'd just had 
up her cunt were now in her mouth and she was sucking away at them. She 
looked like a baby with its pacifier. He leaned forward and got another look 
at the hairless pussy lips and the shiny, pink flesh under them. He was 
close enough to smell her, and it was with great effort that he himself away 
and went back to the motel office. Any further watching would have him 
whacking his log again. 

He was back in the office for an hour when Frank drove in with a different 
car. It looked about as good as the one he'd turned in. In fact, the other 
car had looked and sounded fine. He wondered if it had been really necessary 
to switch off. Griffin was a suspicious man. And a determined one. 

When Frank walked back to the office he pointed to the new car. 

"For your records," he said, "that's what I'm driving now." 

Griffin thought for a moment of coming right out and telling Frank what he 
wanted from him. But, he thought, what the hell-they were going to stay for 
several days. If he got into Emmy tonight, they'd probably take off by 
morning. This way, before he delivered his ultimatum, he'd have a chance to 
watch the two of them in action some more. These opportunities didn't come 
along too often. 

"Nice car," Griffin said. "Sorry your other one was giving you so much 
trouble." 

"Yeah, well, that's the breaks." Frank started to leave the office. 

"By the way," Griffin said, "the maid comes around about ten-thirty or 
eleven. That's the only time during the day you'll be disturbed. Otherwise, 
you and your little girl have total privacy." 

Frank thought Griffin's words sounded a little strange. But he decided the 
motel owner was just trying to be friendly. 

"Well, that's nice to know," Frank said, smiling. He walked out of the 
office and went back to his room. 

Chapter Five 

Griffin was busy most of the afternoon with an unexpected number of 
customers-most of them businessmen and their pickups. Wanting a quick 
matinee. 

He hadn't had time to look in on Frank's Emmy's room all day. Finally, he 
saw them drive out to have dinner. The motel had no restaurant. They were 
gone about an hour and a half and when they returned it was already dark. 

Emmy waved at him as they drove past. 

"What the fuck did you do that for?" Frank asked her. 

"I just waved at Mister Griffin, I think he's nice. 

"Well, from now on, you'd better be careful of getting too friendly with 
strange men. Men can tell when a girl has lost her virginity-then they start 
moving in for the kill." 

The words frightened Emmy. But they sent a little chill of pleasure through 
her also. She had decided, in the past two days, that men would probably 
play a big part in her life from now on. 

"Sorry," Emmy said, pouting. 

Frank laughed as he turned off the motor and opened the car door. 

"Sorry I hollered at you, sugar, but I know men better than you do, and a 
pretty girl like you has to be careful." 

Emmy seemed pleased by his apology. She flashed him a big smile and waited 
for him to unlock the door to the room. When they were inside she quickly 
locked the door again. 

"Let's go to bed right away, Uncle Frank! I've never felt so tired in my 
life!" 

He laughed again, and began removing his shirt. 

Griffin positioned himself behind the one-way mirror again, but this time he 
brought a camera. He'd taken successful pictures of the occupants of the 
motel room in the past and he knew he could catch Frank's and Emmy's 
features well enough that anyone would recognize them. He planned to use the 
pictures for a very simple blackmail device-his own fuck session with the 
thirteen year old. But he'd show them to Frank only if worst came to worst 
and the girl's father refused him outright. 

They were both stripping now. The old man was a good-looking dude, Griffin 
decided. It was easy to see that the girl was turned on by him. She probably 
liked older men. In that case, Griffin decided, he shouldn't have too hard a 
time with her. He wasn't bad-looking himself, and when she saw his cock, 
that would be the clincher. 

Emmy, naked first, climbed onto the bed and spread her legs apart. It was a 
perfect portrait. She was turned so that her entire front was pointing in 
Griffin's direction. Her pussy was exposed and she had a happy expression on 
her face. She moved her hands down to her pussy lips and began to massage 
them impatiently. He saw her say something to her father. 

"Hurry, Uncle Frank! HURRY!" Emmy said. 

Frank was stripped as naked as she was now. He climbed up and straddled her 
breasts. 

"I want you to suck me off," he said, matter-of-factly. 

Emmy's eyes got a nervous look. 

"You mean-you mean you aren't going to fuck me? But I WANT you to!" 

Frank laughed. 

"Don't worry, sugar. I'll make sure you get satisfied. But I want you to 
learn to suck me all the way off. And swallow my load. All the way down to 
your stomach." 

Emmy had enjoyed sucking him the one previous time. But he hadn't come in 
her mouth, and she didn't know if she'd like the taste of his cum. But the 
idea excited her and she was willing to give it a try. 

She continued to rub her pussy lips while he scooted higher and shoved his 
erect cock against her lips. 

"Open up now and take it in," he said. 

Emmy opened her mouth and he pushed the fistlike head of his cock between 
her lips. 

"And remember-no teeth." 

She nodded her head and began to suck around the pink glans expertly. She 
wet it as much as she could and tickled the little hole at the end with the 
tip of her tongue. 

"Whewwww-!" Frank sighed, closing his eyes. Her mouth was rather small, and 
he was stretching it by putting his cock in it, but it was hot and wet with 
her eagerness to please him. She had begun to suck it in, working her lips 
past the head and wrapping them over it. He pushed and sent the big knob to 
the back of her throat. 

Emmy's hands shot up and grabbed the insides of his thighs, on either side 
of his balls. She pressed them there, telling him not to shove any farther. 
He realized she was afraid of choking. 

"Don't worry, sugar," he said, "you'll be able to take it down. With some 
practice you can suck me all the way to my nuts." He gave another shove and 
forced several inches of cock into her young virgin throat. She started to 
gag. 

"Just relax," Frank said, easing a couple of inches back out. "That's the 
secret to everything. Breathe through your nose and when you feel my cock 
pushing in just relax your throat and you'll see how easy it is to take it 
down." 

Frank had instructed many little girls, some of them younger than Emmy, to 
suck his cock and there were very few who couldn't learn to do it well, he'd 
decided. 

"Let me warm your pussy while you suck," he said, reaching back and rubbing 
his fingers up and down the cleft of her vagina. He could feel the warmth 
there already. She'd been in a high state of anticipation this evening. 

Emmy was fascinated again by the taste of his cock. There was something 
about it that was so masculine! The gentle aromas of her father's maleness 
that had excited her so much when she sat on his lap or snuggled up to him 
on the sofa seemed to flood through her nostrils. Uncle Frank's body had the 
same kind of fresh, manly smell. He and her father were really very much 
alike, Emmy thought. 

She had a fantasy that Uncle Frank was really her father, and she was 
performing the same act for him, hiding out in a sleazy little motel room. 
She began to suck harder. He pushed, and she felt her gullet get plugged 
with his thick shaft. 

"OWWWWWH" he sighed. "That's right, baby! You keep that up and you'll have 
your old uncle creaming out your fucking ears!" 

He was almost completely buried in her throat. She didn't have much 
difficulty with it now. Slowly, he eased back out until only the head was in 
her mouth. She took a long gasp of breath and tried to impale the rod in her 
throat again. He quickly pulled the wet, slippery head out of her mouth. 

"Well take it a little easy, sugar," he said, "or it'll all be over before 
we get started!" He moved up and pressed his fat nuts against her mouth. 

"Lick them all over," he said. "Take them in your mouth one at a time and 
roll them around and use your tongue on them. See how wet you can get them." 

Emmy was eager for the chance to taste his balls. The delicious smell of his 
crotch was in her very blood now, and she couldn't get enough of it. She 
reached back and cupped the cheeks of his ass in her hands. Then she opened 
her mouth and let her tongue go everywhere, licking and lapping hard at the 
soft, hairy ball sac. His nuts were fat, but she was able to get them into 
her mouth, one at a time. She liked the way they felt there, and she began 
to give them a tongue bath like he'd suggested. His fingers began to dig 
into her pussy, making it hotter and hotter! 

Emmy's mouth was driving him nuts! Everything he tried with her worked out 
perfectly. She was his dream of a lover-only Marge had ever excited him so 
much! And knowing what he was putting over on his brother made the whole 
thing even better. 

"Keep licking them!" he said, spinning around and burying his face into her 
crotch. She spread her legs immediately to give his tongue all the freedom 
it needed. He began to lick up and down the bald lips for a few minutes, 
teasing the clit. 

"UNNNNPF!" he heard her groan, one of his nuts still in her mouth. She was 
sucking them so well they began to tighten. 

Frank moved forward a little, forcing her tongue to lick the hairy little 
area just behind his balls. Her tongue never stopped its twirling, lapping 
movements. He pulled his face out of her cunt and turned his head. 

"How about running your tongue back farther, sugar? Right back to my hole, 
like I did with yours." 

Emmy didn't like the idea at first, but as her tongue got closer and closer 
to its mark she became excited by the fact that she was probably going to 
give him the ultimate sensation. She remembered how wonderful it had felt 
when he did it to her, and she knew he was breaking down her last reserve. 
She didn't care. When he asked her to do things, it was almost like being 
spoken to by her father. It was thrilling! 

Emmy licked back into the hairy asscrack. She sought out the hole with her 
tongue. When she finally reached it, she stopped, not knowing what to do 
next. 

"Lick it all the way around and then stick the tip of your tongue inside," 
he panted. "Remember the way I did it to you?" 

Emmy nodded her head, although he couldn't see her. She placed her hands on 
his asscheeks and began to probe in. 

"AGGGHHHH!" he cried, burying his mouth in her snatch again. 

Griffin couldn't believe the shots he was getting with the camera! The two 
of them were constantly turning, giving him fresh angles of what they were 
doing. Frank's ass was facing him now and he could see her tongue working 
its way in and out. He noticed that Frank's thighs were beginning to 
tremble. 

"Hold it!" Frank said, pulling his mouth away from her and panting. "Let me 
lie down on my back. You put your pussy up over my mouth and suck my cock 
some more!" 

He arranged the position and Emmy happily went back to sucking his thick 
pole. His mouth was all over her crotch, making it tingle and burn. Her 
thighs were on each side of his face, squeezing, and she began to grind her 
pelvis around and mash it hard against his mouth. 

Frank parted the pussy lips with his thumbs and made the hole more open and 
vulnerable. Her sweet, little-girl tastes were mingled with a more mature, 
womanly flavor. He realized that since he'd first fucked her, he'd awakened 
things inside that were functioning overtime now. Her natural juices were 
flowing rapidly, making the walls of her cunt slippery to his tongue. He 
pushed his mouth as far in as it would go and began to bathe his lips, chin 
and nose in the wet, tender skin. 

Emmy took a deep breath and plunged ail the way down on his prick. She had 
gotten it good and wet and it seemed to slip into her gullet effortlessly. 
Her mouth was suddenly all the way around the bottom, her nose pressed into 
his fat balls. She felt impaled, but it was nice to know that she had been 
able to take it all the way. She knew Uncle Frank would be getting a good 
feeling, and she tried to pay him back for the way he was making her feel. 
Her womb seemed to be opening up for him, begging for his tongue. Fire was 
licking her pussy walls at every place where she felt him touch her. 

She began to run her fingers lightly over the balls. They tightened against 
her hand. She slid her fingers down and through his thighs, up into his 
asscrack, to the hole that was still wet from her mouth. She began to push 
one of the fingers inside. 

"HMMMMPF!" he groaned, licking her even harder and spearing his tongue into 
her hole so deeply his jaw ached. He began to buck up into her face, forcing 
his pole to slam all the way down her gullet with each thrust. She was 
getting him to the edge fast. He shook his mouth back and forth on her cunt. 
Then he began pinching and massaging her erect little clit while he sucked 
her. 

Emmy could feel her orgasm coming. She was thoroughly familiar with the 
feeling now. The unbearable tension before the ultimate explosion no longer 
frightened her. She looked forward to it. Longed for it. Ached for it. 

She could see that his nuts were tightening up. She was suddenly aware that 
this happened before his own orgasms, because right now his cock had 
stiffened so much it felt like a lead pipe. She could see the tremble of his 
thigh muscles, and she sensed that she'd be getting the thick, sticky stuff 
in her mouth before much longer. She wondered how she'd react to the taste. 

Frank felt her pussy lips begin to tremble violently against his tongue. The 
incredible heat that her box generated came rising up and melted his skin. 
Her tight little belly was beginning to convulse. He reached up and put his 
hand on it. It felt damp with sweat against his chest. 

"SHIT, EMMYYYY-OHHH-YEAAAHHHH!" he moaned. 

Emmy wiggled her finger in his asshole and suddenly she saw the big cord 
that ran down the underside jerk. A gush of hot juice went directly into her 
gullet and down. She pulled her throat back and the next heavy spurt came 
into her mouth. She began swallowing rapidly, figuring another gush would be 
coming right away. It did. And then another, and another. She swallowed 
harder, trying to get it all down without choking herself. At the same time 
she began to tremble out of control and she realized she was going to 
explode into his mouth. She swallowed quickly, yanked his cock out of her 
throat and threw he-head back. 

"EEEEOOOHH! OH, UNH, CUMMDNNG!" she cried. Another strong splash of cum hit 
her chin and dripped down, running along her neck. She pulled her finger out 
of his ass and another jet of cream splashed against her breasts. She ran 
the stickly juice into her breasts and over the nipples. The little pink 
nubbins were so hard they ached. When she squeezed them another violent 
tremor shot through her body and she almost smothered him with her crotch. 
He continued to lick her hole until the convulsions stopped. 

He couldn't believe the juices he got from her. She was almost shooting it 
out like a man. He lapped and sucked and tasted everything he could find, 
then he reluctantly pulled away from her. They were both covered with 
perspiration and breathing heavily. He ran a finger between her bald pussy 
lips and wiggled it. The skin reacted with a jerk. 

"Well, that's about all I can teach you at the moment, sugar," he said. 

"That's all right, Uncle Frank," Emmy said. "We'll have to go over and over 
the lessons, won't we? Until I get everything right, that is?" 

Frank laughed and, turning her over, gave her a playful swat on the bottom. 

Griffin almost lost his load when Frank slapped Emmy's butt. He was 
disappointed that it didn't develop into a full-scale spanking scene because 
he still had plenty of film left in his camera. 

He dropped the camera and began beating his meat in earnest, realizing the 
show was probably over. A few pulls and he was hosing the concrete wall once 
more. 

While he was shaking his cock free of any remaining drops of cum, he smiled. 

The pictures should be good. Very, very good! 

Art was sitting at home, waiting for Marge to contact him with any news she 
might have. 

They had both decided that, because of the family connections, they should 
not go to the police except as a last resort. Nobody could stand the bad 
publicity. Even though his brother had apparently gone off his rocker, he 
didn't think he'd harm Emmy in any way. Marge had decided upon a detective, 
one who would keep his investigation strictly secret. She was with him now, 
getting a progress report. 

Emmy's disappearance could be explained quite easily. Since it was 
summertime and a couple of months before school would be opening, they'd 
merely explain to her friends that she had been invited to visit relatives 
farther north. The invitation had come unexpectedly. 

The doorbell rang and he answered it. 

Fluffy, one of Emmy's friends about the same age, stood there smiling at 
him. 

"Hi, Mister Powers," she said. 

"Hi, Fluffy. Call me Art, huh?" 

"Okay-Art. Is Emmy home?" 

"No, she isn't, Fluffy. She out of town, as a matter of fact. Up north. 
Visiting some cousins." 

"Oh," Fluffy said, frowning. "I didn't know she was going away. She didn't 
tell me." 

Art noticed how her little halter was embracing very small but very pretty 
little breasts. Her tight, blue hip huggers were also doing justice to her 
shapely young ass and thighs. 

"Well, she only found out the night before she left, Fluffy. An uncle was 
driving through and offered her a ride with him." 

"Oh--" Fluffy spoke slowly, and breathed most of her words. "That's too bad, 
isn't it. Are you all alone, Mister-Art." 

"Yes. The wife's out for the day. Had a lot of shopping to do." 

Fluffy was taking in his body, too. His short-sleeved shirt was open at the 
top and curly black hair seemed to be all over his chest. 

He had a flat stomach and a good, solid build. She'd seen him in his bathing 
suit at the beach and of all her girlfriends' fathers, she liked Emmy's the 
best. She wondered what he was hiding between his legs. 

"Art," Fluffy said. "I feel so HOT! Do you think I could get a glass of ice 
water?" 

"Of course, Fluffy," Art said, standing aside. "Come on in!" 

Chapter Six 

Art took Fluffy to the kitchen. He got ice water from the refrigerator, and 
a beer for himself. 

"Sure you just want water, Fluffy? We have soda-" 

"No thanks," Fluffy said. "Soda's bad for my complexion." 

Art looked at her, surprised that such a young girl would be concerned about 
her skin. He noticed that Fluffy had the coloring peculiar to most redheads, 
which she was. Her skin was very pale and when it tanned in the summer it 
produced a riot of freckles. But it was smooth, flawless skin just the same. 
And her bright green eyes were a perfect compliment to the color of her 
hair. They had a catlike appearance. Yes, Art decided, Fluffy was definitely 
a little fox. His cock gave a throb in his trousers. 

Shit, what's happening to me? he wondered. Here I got a gorgeous wife that I 
can't get it up with, and a thirteen-year-old starts lighting my fire! 

He turned and walked into the living room, hoping Fluffy wouldn't notice his 
rising erection. His casual slacks were tight, and he didn't bother to put 
on jockey shorts. The dick was plastering itself against his leg. 

Fluffy followed him into the room. He sat on the sofa and she sprawled out 
on a chair, facing Mm. 

Her thighs looked even shapelier from this vantage point, Art thought. He 
noticed the flatness of her bare stomach just below the halter. The thin 
cotton of the halter cradled her young breasts like a coat of paint. It was 
no use. His erection wouldn't go down. He crossed his legs, but Fluffy's 
eyes had been just as quick as his own. 

He's getting a bone-on! she thought. This might be my lucky day! 

"Where's Tim?" Fluffy asked casually, putting her empty water glass down. 

"At the pool. Where else?" Art replied. "He's a lifeguard now, you know." 

Fluffy kept squirming around on the chair. He couldn't see a panty-line 
under her jeans, and he guessed she wasn't wearing underwear either. He 
wondered how her naked body would look, if she had a patch of red hair over 
her pussy. Suddenly, the thought of balling a girl his daughter's age made 
his cock throb with an intensity that made him uncomfortable. He squirmed, 
too. 

Fluffy noticed the way he was looking at her. She wished she'd worn shorts 
instead of jeans, but she had no way of knowing how things would turn out. 
She wished he was wearing shorts, too. From where she sat she could have 
looked up his legs. 

"More water?" Art asked, finishing his beer. 

"No, that cooled me off," Fluffy said. "The only thing I could use right now 
would be a swimming pool or a cold shower. Owwww, I just feel so hot!" 

She was shocked by her own words. She didn't know where she had worked up 
enough courage to throw him so many insinuations, but his eager glances at 
her body were putting her pussy on fire! 

"Well," Art said, putting down his beer can, "we don't have a pool here, but 
we have two showers!" 

Fluffy followed through without hesitating She sprang to her feet. 

"Do you mean I could?" she asked. "I mean, that'd be groovy. I'll feel a lot 
cooler when I walk back home." 

Art knew that Fluffy lived on the other side of town. His car was in the 
garage and he could have offered her a ride home, but he decided against 
breaking the train of thoughts. 

"You're very welcome, Fluffy. You know where the bathroom is upstairs?" 

"Sure," Fluffy said. "I've showered there a lot-when I spent the night with 
Emmy." 

"I think you'll find everything there you need." 

"Groovy!" Fluffy started to walk to the stairs, then she turned around and 
looked him straight in the eye. "You should take one yourself. They're 
wonderful in the summer!" She let her eyes travel to his crotch and back up 
again. Then she smiled and ran up the stairs. 

He couldn't have mistaken her suggestion, she decided. If he wasn't a big 
chicken he'd show up. 

She laid her clothes across a hamper and tested the water temperature. When 
it was just cool enough, but not too cold, she pinned her long red hair on 
top of her head and stepped in, purposely letting the glass sliding door 
stay open a little. She let the jet of water spray down over her breasts. 
The water ran over her flat young belly and between her thighs. 

That should cool you off for a minute, she thought. 

She grabbed a bar of soap began soaping her breasts. Then she ran the bar 
down to her crotch. A hint of a red bush had started forming in a perfect 
little triangle above the pussy lips. The lips themselves were almost as 
bald as Emmy's, but several long red hairs fell down from them, making a 
wet, dripping mat under the shower's spray. 

By the time she'd rinsed her front and turned around she saw the bathroom 
door opening. Her heart almost skipped a beat! 

Art walked in, covered by only a towel. He walked to the opening in the 
sliding door. Fluffy stood back, just out of his eyesight. 

"Hey, I decided a shower would be good after all," he said. 

"Oh! You startled me, Art." 

"Sorry. Oh, I just wanted to say-the other shower isn't working. We're 
putting new plumbing in. I'll have to use this one when you get through." 

Fluffy moved up to the door opening just enough to catch sight of his eyes 
giving a quick sideways glance at her body, which was now in his view. She 
could see the way his towel was tenting out in front. And it was slowly 
rising. 

"Why wait?" Fluffy said. "We can shower together." 

Art gasped. 

"Oh, sure, my father's about your age, and we run around the house naked all 
the time. We never had any modesty that way. It's so-old-fashioned. Don't 
you think so?" 

"Uh-well-yeah, now that you mention it, Fluffy. If you're sure you wouldn't 
mind-" 

"Of course not." 

She watched him remove his towel and it was her turn to gasp. He was 
standing sideways in her view, and the cock was poking out about ten inches. 
She couldn't believe the way things had worked out. Many nights she'd 
masturbated herself while she fantasized about a moment like this with 
Emmy's old man. But even in her fantasies he didn't have a club like the one 
that was swinging out in front of him now. He stepped in and immediately 
turned his back to her. 

Fluffy almost giggled. He was so turned on he couldn't keep it down, but at 
the same time he was embarrassed about showing it to her. 

"How about washing my back?" he said. "Then I can do yours." 

You'll do mine, all right, she thought. And I'll do yours like you never 
thought I would! 

Fluffy was delighted with the prospect of soaping up his broad, muscular 
back. Although he was hairy-chested his back was as smooth as a baby's. A 
fine brushing of black swept across his buttocks and into the crack, and 
then his thighs became hairy again. Fluffy liked his land of body. Older men 
had always appealed to her more than young boys-except for Tim. 

She started at the back of his neck, then down his shoulder blades and onto 
his back. She soaped him slowly, almost massaging his body. When she reached 
the small of his back she ran the lather around and around, keeping him in 
suspense. Finally, her hands went down over his round, muscular asscheeks. 

Art's skin trembled when he felt her hands on his ass. His cock was poking 
straight out and jerking under the shower spray. This young girl's hands 
were doing things to him that no mature woman had ever accomplished. If he 
could have gotten a hard-on like this for Marge, they would never have had 
any problems with their-love life. At least he felt reassured, now, that 
there was plenty of life left in him. 

Fluffy had crouched down behind him and she continued to lather his ass. She 
ran her hand deeply into the crack, soaping the hole, and then through the 
backs of his thighs. Her fingers came into contact with his balls from 
behind and she soaped them too, rolling the eggs softly in her hands. There 
couldn't be any mistaking her intentions now, he thought. 

"Turn around and rinse off," Fluffy said. When he did, she was still on her 
knees and his cock slapped against the side of her face. She grabbed it 
around the base. 

"WOW!" Fluffy exclaimed. "That's groovy!" 

The cock jerked and Fluffy opened her mouth and began to lick the pink head 
all around. Art could feel himself oozing a little presemisal juice, but the 
girl was evidently sucking it all into her mouth. Her tongue worried the 
little hole in the tip constantly. He groaned and shoved his pelvis forward. 

"AGGGHH!" he moaned. "SUCK IT, Fluffy! Owwwww, SHIT, I never knew you were 
such a hot little cunt!" 

His words went through her like exciting little electric shocks. She sucked 
more of the cock into her mouth and began to tickle his balls at the same 
time. Most of the boys she gave head to liked this double attack, she'd 
learned. 

Art rested his hands on top of her head, where the hair was piled up and 
pinned. He began to shove his cock forward, forcing her to take more and 
more of it. She worked down on it slowly, but she managed to get more into 
her gullet each time he thrust. Finally, she was taking all of it. No woman 
had ever sucked him all the way to the nuts before. He almost came on the 
spot. 

"AGGGHH! BETTER STOP!" he panted. "Listen, let's dry off and get into bed. 
This is too good to waste in the bathroom!" 

He pulled his cock from her throat and she sprang to her feet. 

"GROOVY!" she almost shouted. 

They dried off quickly and Art led her to his and Marge's bedroom. A twinge 
of guilt went through him at the thought of doing it on the same bed where 
Marge slept, but he suspected he was less guilty about what he was doing 
than he was about his ability to do it. With Marge, he wouldn't have had the 
erection that was throbbing so the moment. 

He pulled Fluffy back on looked straight down at her. 

"You a virgin?" 

Fluffy laughed. "Not after my brother caught up with me!" 

He wondered whether he should put his foot down about Emmy seeing this girl. 
He felt Fluffy could be a bad influence on his daughter. He noticed how full 
and womanly her crotch looked. His mouth watered at the sight of the little 
red triangle of hair, the soft, pinkish lips. 

"Spread your legs," he said. It was almost an order. 

"Sure thing, Art," Fluffy said. Her thighs parted and his face immediately 
shot down to her vagina. She let out a grunt and bucked her pelvis up. 

"AHHHHHHH!" 

Fluffy felt his tongue go inside with no preliminaries. He was licking her 
hole hard. She continued to buck her pelvis up. 

"OHHHHH, EAT MEEEEE!" she moaned. 

She had been eaten only a few times. Most of the boys she saw were 
interested in only two things: a blow job or fucking. But each time she had 
felt a mouth on her pussy, it drove her wild! She grabbed Art's hair and 
began to grind her pussy on his mouth. 

"Yeah! Eat me! Eat me out GOOD! OWWWWW, SHIT! You'll make me go crazy with 
your mouth!" Art grabbed her white, soft little asscheeks and slowed her 
motions. He held her still and continued to shoot his mouth and. tongue 
deeply inside her hole, tasting the young-girl pussy. It was the first time 
he'd ever eaten one so young. He felt his cock getting harder than it had 
been for years. Thrill after thrill shot through him while he tongued her. 

"OWWWWW!" Fluffy moaned. She grabbed her tit with one hand and her left 
breast with the other. She pinched and squeezed the clit as hard as she 
could. The flesh was wet from his mouth and hard to hold onto. Suddenly, he 
pulled his mouth off her cunt. 

"I'm gonna fuck your skinny ass off you, gal," he said. 

"Let me suck you and make it good and wet first," Fluffy panted. 

Art crawled up and dangled his cock and balls over her face. He slapped her 
on the nose with the thick shaft. 

"Suck it then. Make it as wet as you want." 

Fluffy had never taken one on this size. She began to wonder if her pussy 
was up to the challenge. She squeezed the cock and felt it throb so hard it 
almost flew out of her hand. The little at the end of the head was winking, 
wide open. Clear fluid was oozing out and running down the underside of the 
pink glans. 

"Wow, Art, you're hung like a fucking horse," Fluffy said. 

Again Art was offended by the kind of language such a young girl would use 
in front of grown-ups. He decided that Emmy would definitely have to stop 
seeing this girl. When she came home- 

"Suck it, then and stop talking about it!" Art snapped. 

Fluffy's green eyes widened. She smiled at him. 

"Yes, sir!" she said. 

Her rather small mouth opened and her tongue shot out. It began to lick all 
over the head, lapping up the drops of clear fluid as she went. When the 
pink knob was dripping with saliva she brought it into her mouth. Her lips 
were almost painfully stretched to accommodate the size, but she was 
determined to give him a blow job he'd never forget. 

Art rested his hands on the top of her head and sighed. 

"Whewwwwww-!" he whistled through his teeth. 

He let her suck on the head for a moment, getting it wet and ready for a 
deep plunge. She quickly went around the shaft, licking and sucking, then 
she placed the head back in her mouth. With no warning, Art gave a mighty 
shove and plowed her tight young throat until he seemed to get stuck, about 
two-thirds of the way in. 

Fluffy grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him toward her hard. He 
buried his cock the rest of the way. Her nose was burned in his curly black 
pubic hair. His fat nuts were rolling off her chin. 

"UGGHH!" Fluffy choked. 

He pulled his cock out very slowly. By the time he'd removed it from her 
mouth, she was gasping for air. 

"AHHHH!" Fluffy cried. "That fucking makes me HOT!" 

He could see her back arched and her pelvis rotating in circles. He quickly 
scooted down and shoved a pillow under her ass. Her hipbones stuck gauntly 
out, but her thighs were already taking on a lovely plumpness. He bent down, 
gave the pussy a wet once-over, and then he moved in on his knees and lined 
up the head of his cock with her hole. 

"Go ahead!" Fluffy cried. "It'll be the tightest piece of ass you ever got!" 

"Just let me get hold of the steering gear," he said, reaching up and 
grabbing her delicious little breasts in his hands. Then he flexed his butt 
and tore straight in, brutally, not stopping until he had banged his balls 
on her ass. 

Fluffy raised her thighs higher and shrieked. 

"Oh, you fucking pig-splitter!" 

Art pulled out a few inches and plunged in again. 

"OOF!" Fluffy gasped. She dug her fingernails into the hairy cheeks of his 
ass and threw her thighs straight back. "FUCK ME NOW! COME ON, POP, TEAR MY 
PUSSY UP!" 

Art began to plow her in hard, steady strokes. She was, indeed, the tightest 
thing he'd ever had his cock into. In fact, it was the FIRST cunt he'd been 
into since his erection problem had started almost a year ago. He couldn't 
believe how his rod was responding to the child. It threatened to explode 
any second. He didn't know how long he could continue. If she was a late 
comer, he figured, he could finish her with his mouth. 

Fluffy wasn't a late comer by any means. Her whole womb had turned to 
boiling lava and a volcanic eruption was beginning to bubble angrily. 

"GIVE FT TO MEEEEEE!!" Fluffy cried. 

Art started slamming her harder. 

"YES! YES!" Fluffy screamed in his ear. "YOU'RE MAKING ME COME! OH, SHIT, 
YOU'RE GETTING ME THERE! AGGGGHH!" 

Art's balls tightened and he got ready to shoot a hard load through his 
throbbing erection. It was the most wonderful sensation he'd had in a long 
time. 

"GAGGGHHH!" Art howled. "MES, TOO! ME FUCKING TOO! UNNNNGH!" 

His load began to spurt up and out and he drenching the walls of her cunt. 
The cunt began to grasp him in convulsive little squeezes. Fluffy's scream 
had tapered off to a series of low little cries. She was riding out her 
orgasm by fucking her pussy up and down on his spurting pole. By the time he 
began to soften, her storm was blowing over and she opened her eyes and 
looked at him. 

"How was that for wild young pussy, Art?" she asked. "Look, if you like to 
play the father figure, I've got some other friends who'd like to have you 
daddy them like you did me." 

Art was amazed! Could it be that there was a colony of little nymphos in 
this town? The mere thought of it had his cock beginning to rise again. 
Fluffy felt it, too. She beamed happily. 

"Doubles, Art?" she asked. 

"Doubles, brat!" Art said. He slammed into her so hard she saw stars. 

Chapter Seven 

Frank stared at the pictures in disbelief! 

"Why, what the fuck do you think you can do with pictures you took so 
illegally? You'll end up in prison!" 

"Now, now," Griffin said. "I had no intention of keeping these pictures. In 
fact, I'm willing to turn over the prints and negatives to you. I've had my 
fun with them. I can't help it. I guess you'd call me a watcher. It's my 
favorite way to get my nuts." 

"Listen, Griffin," Frank said. "Cut the crap! You had the nerve to tell me 
you'd seen Emmy and me fucking and I'd have to let you do the same thing or 
you'd blab about me fucking my daughter-right?" 

"So?" Griffin said. 

"So when I told you to kiss my ass you bring me in here and show me the 
pictures. Then you expect me to believe that you're willing to just hand 
them over-the answer about Emmy is still no!" 

"Don't get huffy," Griffin said. "I'm still giving you the prints and 
negatives. At least, I think those are all the prints. If I ever run into a 
duplicate set I'll destroy them, of course." 

Frank glared at him angrily. 

"And-I guess you'd always be wondering if maybe there was another set of 
prints I can't remember-and wonder if the wrong people ever would see them-" 

"You bastard!" Frank snarled. "The answer is still NO!" 

"Sure, sure," Griffin said. "Well-here's the negatives and here's the 
prints. At least, I think that's all of them. And don't try to cause me any 
trouble, either. What could you do? Complain to the police that I spied on 
you when you fucked your daughter in the ass? Whewwww-!" 

He let out a slow whistle. 

"If you don't mind," Griffin said, "I have a lot of paperwork to do." 

He bent his head to his desk and began sorting through papers. 

Frank thought fast. Sometimes you had to lose a little to win. He hesitated 
until Griffin looked up again. 

"Okay, Griffin, but if you double-cross me I'll come back and make hamburger 
out of you!" 

"Now we're talking," Griffin said. 

"You want to fuck Emmy in the ass? That what you said?" 

"You didn't give me a chance to finish," Griffin said. "That was only half 
of it, I would have gone on to say that I wanted to fuck her in the ass 
while you fucked her pussy. I mean a good old-fashioned sandwich fuck!" 

Frank's eyes bulged. 

"A WHAT?" Frank shouted. 

"Oh, come on, now," Griffin said. "Those pictures are worth it, don't you 
think?" 

Frank nodded his head slowly. 

"Okay, Griffin. Just once. And no funny games." 

"Now you're talking, Frank." 

Emmy was a bundle of mixed emotions when Uncle Frank brought Mr. Griffin 
into the motel room. She liked the motel owner and she thought he was 
cute-not as cute as Uncle Frank but cute just the same-but this would only 
be the second man to ever fuck her. 

Then Uncle Frank told her that Mister Griffin wanted to fuck her in the ass 
and she became frightened. The motel owner pulled out an already erect club 
and pointed to it. 

"With this!" he said, smiling at Emmy. Emmy looked at the cock and 
shuddered. It was just as long as Uncle Frank's and it was even thicker. As 
big around as her forearm. She wondered if she could let any man but Uncle 
Frank fuck her that way. And this one looked impossibly big- 

"Don't argue about it, Emmy," Frank Said. "It's important that we have this 
threesome with Mister Griffin. Quick, get out of your clothes." 

Frank and Emmy and Griffin began to quickly remove their clothes. Emmy's 
eyes were all over the newcomer. She was impressed with his body, and 
especially his dick, but she liked her uncle's physique better. Mister 
Griffin was older-a little heavier. 

When they were completely stripped, Emmy asked a question. 

"What did you mean by 'threesome,' Daddy?" 

She had been instructed to address him this way in front of other people. 

"Oh-uh-we'll discuss that a little later, sugar. Now why don't you make 
Mister Griffin's cock nice and wet so he'll be able to fuck you the way he 
wants to fuck you." 

Griffin spread out on his back and put his hands under his head. His fat 
club was sticking straight up, throbbing. Emmy crouched over between his, 
thighs and began licking the head around and around. When it was glistening 
with saliva, she began to lick wetly up and down the shaft. She compared the 
taste of Mister Griffin's cock to Uncle Frank's. She decided she liked it 
almost as well, and in some ways even better. Its extra thickness excited 
her. 

Frank crouched down behind Emmy spread the cheeks of her ass. He leaned and 
in. In a moment he was wetly sucking at her drooping little pussy lips. By 
pushing his face in even harder he was able to stab her hole from the rear. 
The familiar warmth that his tongue caused quickly began to heat his nose 
and mouth and chin. She began to push her body back, encouraging him to eat 
her deeper. 

His mouth worked its old magic spell on her loins. They were sinking into a 
slow fire. She began sucking Griffin's cock and shoving it halfway down her 
throat. Its thickness never allowed it to go all the way. 

Uncle Frank's mouth shot away from her pussy and licked up to the little 
puckered asshole. His tongue shot in and started licking it wetly, putting 
as much spit there as he could. He wanted her as well lubricated as possible 
for the ordeal she was about to go through. Emmy started shoving her ass 
against his face, delirious with happiness over the sensation he was giving 
her. 

Griffin lifted Emmy's head off his cock. 

"Climb up and sit down on it now," he said to the young girl. Face in the 
direction of your daddy. It'll go in easier that way." 

Emmy quickly climbed up and straddled the giant erection. She reached down 
and brought the fat head to her rectum. As soon as she tried to force just 
the tiniest bit of it inside her she realized that they would have to forget 
the whole thing. There was no way this monster would fit. 

"Look," Emmy said, "we can't do it that way because-" 

Her words were cut short and a scream came tearing from her mouth. 

Griffin had placed his hands on her hips and yanked her straight down, 
forcefully. Half of his fat log shot tearing past the sphincter muscle and 
into her rear channel. 

"AAAAAAGH!" Emmy cried, her mouth hanging stupidly open and her head falling 
back. "OH, GOD, NO! IT'S TOO BIG! OH, UNCLE-I MEAN DADDY! OH, PLEASE DONT 
LET HIM DO IT!" 

Tears were streaming down Emmy's face. Frank felt sorry for her. 

"Just relax, sugar," he said. "You know how good it feels when you relax. 
Then you get the old heat starting up, and then you go wild!" 

Griffin knew exactly what Frank was talking about. He'd seen Emmy go through 
these stages at very close range. 

Emmy was furious that Uncle Frank wasn't showing her pleas more concern. He 
acted as though the cock in her ass wouldn't kill her! She knew it would. 
She figured it would tear her so badly inside she'd have to go to some 
horrible hospital and get it all sewn up! 

Griffin gave Emmy's hips another yank and managed to shove another several 
inches inside the rectum. He was more than two-thirds there now. But Emmy 
screamed again. 

"AEEOOOWWW! YOU'RE TEARINF ME UP, YOU BASTARD!" 

Griffin yanked her down again. This time he lifted his pelvis straight into 
the air. He lifted her body with it and forced her to sink all her weight 
onto the fat pole. 

"AGGGHHHH!" Emmy screamed. 

"Hush, sugar," Frank said, running his hand through her hair. "You got it 
all the way inside now. Just let it stay there and it'll stop hurting, 
you'll see. Just like it did with me." 

Emmy had almost fainted, but his words slowly sank in. She tried to relax 
her muscles around the thick invader. Really, everything back there still 
seemed to be in one piece, although she was stretched beyond her limit. A 
cold sweat broke out on her forehead but she had to admit it wasn't the 
horrible thing it had seemed to be at first. Frank noticed that she was more 
relaxed. 

"That's right, sugar," he said, "now that you're getting used to the feel, 
why don't you start to go up and down on it a little bit. See how much you 
can push in and out." 

Emmy reached down and grabbed her clit. Slue to rub and twirl the little 
button. In a moment she felt the heat returning. She closed her eyes while 
she bobbed, feeling the lovely sensations coming back. Uncle Frank was 
right. He was always right. She sensed something near her face and opened 
her eyes. 

"Suck on this, sugar. Get it real wet now!" 

She wondered momentarily why he wanted his cock wet right now, but she 
obediently leaned forward and took it into her mouth. After sucking Griffin, 
this one was a cinch. She took Frank's cock all the way down on the first 
plunge. He held it in her throat while she worked the muscles against it. 
Then she would come up for air and plunge down again. The cock in her ass 
was beginning to feel better and better. She found herself actually trying 
to force it into her a little bit harder. 

Suddenly, Frank pulled his cock out of her throat. He winked at Griffin. 
Griffin made sure his cock was all the way up Emmy's ass, then he grabbed 
her and pulled her straight back, across his belly and chest. He reached 
around and took her nipples in his hands, pinching them. 

"You wanted to know about the threesome part, sugar," Frank said. "Well, it 
means that Mister Griffin and I are going to both fuck you at the same time. 
While he's got his cock up your ass, I'm going to stick mine into your 
adorable little pussy!" 

Emmy's eyes grew wide with horror. She was sure nothing like this could 
possibly happen, and she was surprised at Uncle Frank for even thinking it 
was possible. But she realized that they could force her to try such a thing 
and she became genuinely frightened. 

"BUT UNC-DADDY! You know that can't be done! It's impossible! Please-don't 
try to-what are you DOING!?" 

Frank had crawled up and his wet, throbbing cock was lining itself up 
between the stretched little lips of her vagina. He gave a press and found 
the tip of the head finding the hole. He already knew it would be a terribly 
tight squeeze, but if his instincts about Emmy were right, she'd come 
through it like a trouper. 

"NO, PLEEEASE!" Emmy cried once. Then he thrust and stabbed brutally into 
her cunt. Her mouth hung open and she turned her head from side to side, not 
knowing what to do, Her entire crotch felt like one gaping hole, with a 
telephone pole stuffed up it. 

Frank gave another shove and buried himself all the way. His and Griffin's 
tight nuts just barely missed touching. Emmy's head was raising and lowering 
now, thrashing around in circles from time to time. Her mouth was drawn back 
into a tight snarl, and little choking sounds were coming from her throat. 

Frank pushed Griffin's hands away from her breasts and leaned over. He began 
to capture each of the cherry-red nipples between his lips in turn, sucking 
and biting them. Emmy's hands shot to his head and pulled his mouth against 
her breasts harder. He almost smiled, knowing that she was beginning to feel 
something good, even before she realized it. 

The two men could fee! each other's cocks on either side of the thin wall of 
membrane that separated them. They began to time their strokes so that they 
plunged in at the same time, hitting home from front and back 
simultaneously. 

"UNGH! UNGHS UNGH!" Emmy began to moan, over and over. She was aware that 
strange things were happening to her below, even though her present position 
made it confusing to know whether they good or bad. One thing that was 
warming her up was Uncle Frank's mouth on her breasts. She felt like holding 
him there, giving her one reassuring indication that she'd come out of the 
experience alive. She held his head to her breasts like a security blanket. 

Frank had begun to match faster strokes with Griffin. They were knocking the 
wind out of Emmy each time they slammed home, but they were powerless to 
stop the pace. Each of them was more turned on than he had been in a long, 
Song time. Frank had only participated in one other sandwich fuck. It was 
also a girl about Emmy's age, with her mother's gardener as the second 
party, They had double-fucked her in a little boat hut, on the pier where 
her father kept his cabin cruiser. 

The girl had ended up asking them, two weeks later, to do it to her again. 
But they never got together after the first time. 

Griffin was the first of the three to begin sweating profusely. Emmy was 
sliding around on his belly and chest. 

"EEEOONNGG!" he grunted. "SQUEEZE MY COCK WITH THAT ASS OF YOURS! YOU'LL 
MAKE ME WHITEWASH YOUR INSIDES!" 

Frank noticed that Griffin's strokes were getting longer and deeper. He 
didn't try to match them anymore. He fucked faster, wanting to get to his 
own climax and worry about Emmy's. 

Emmy began a low moan-almost an animal sound. It began to rise in intensity 
until it was becoming a scream. 

"Don't worry!" Griffin panted, getting very near his orgasm. "These places 
are practically soundproof!" 

Frank let Emmy continue to moan in this sub-human way. He wondered if they 
had pushed her over the brink of sanity with the double fuck. It was 
possible that she could be slipping over the edge and he got a little 
worried. Just when he was considering pulling out, her pussy began to clutch 
his cock and the wail stopped. 

"OH, YESSSSSS-!" Emmy hissed. "Now I know what it's like to get fucked! To 
be fucked in my two holes at the same time! OHHHH, OH GOD! YESSSS-DO ITTO 
MEEEEE! Shove them both inside me at the same tune! You're setting me on 
fire! AGGGHHHHH!" 

She began to rotate her pelvis around, and bucked back and forth at the same 
time. She would work as much as Griffin's rod into her ass as she could, 
then she'd fuck forward and bury Frank to the hilt. Both men stopped fucking 
for a moment and" let her do the work. Her pace became more and more 
frantic. 

"AGGGHH! AGGHH!" Emmy groaned. "OH, FUCCCKKKK!" 

"I CANT HOLD IT!" Griffin hollered. He clutched Emmy's hips tightly and 
slammed his cock into her rectum in several brutally hard thrusts. 
"GAAAAAGH!" 

She felt his cum begin to flood her rear channel. It felt warm and soothing. 
She started to milk the shaft as hard as she could, using her rectal muscles 
even more fiercely than she had done with Uncle Frank. At the same time her 
cunt walls had begun to squeeze him from the front, and he knew he wouldn't 
be able to hold off much longer. 

"OH, SHIT, SUGAR! HERE IT IS!" Frank shouted. His cum was gushing into her 
pussy even before he got the words out. 

Emmy felt her pussy and ass being flooded at the same time. She groaned and 
her eyes grew very wide. A veritable dam was bursting inside her, with more 
impact than it had ever done before. A tidal wave broke over her and 
threatened to drag her down, drowning in a sea of cum. 

"UNNNNNGH!" she wailed, moving her pelvis back and forth like a vibrator. 

Both men felt her exploding. Frank kept his face buried in her breasts and 
Griffin pulled her head back against his shoulder. He let her suck and bite 
his fingers until her climax was ended. She began to sob and tears streamed 
down her cheeks. He stroked her hair and waited while the two cocks inside 
her deflated. By the time they were ready to slip out, her pelvis had 
stopped convulsing. 

They left Emmy on the bed asleep while they dressed and went back to the 
office. Griffin took Frank to a small cabinet in his darkroom, in back of 
the motel office. He unlocked a cabinet and took out an additional two sets 
of prints. 

"This is everything. I swear it. You can search the place if you want to. 
Search me, too." 

Frank took the negatives and the total of three sets of prints. He put them 
in his jacket pocket. 

"I believe you, Griffin," he said. Then, as quick as a shot, his fist swung 
out and caught the motel-owner's jaw. Griffin sprawled back and hit the 
floor halfway between the darkroom and the office. He was out cold. 

"That was for spying and blackmail," Frank said, stepping over the 
unconscious body. He walked back to the room and shook Emmy awake. 

"What is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. 

"We're leaving right now. This minute. Throw your things together and help 
me pack the car." 

Not much about this trip surprised Emmy by now. She got up and wearily did 
what he told her to do. 

Chapter Eight 

It was only by chance that Marge wore the black imitation leather miniskirt 
to Detective DeFore's office. She had black leather boots, too, and a black, 
pullover jersey top. Her red hair contrasted the somber colors brilliantly, 
adding new green to her eyes. She was aware that she looked good, and that 
DeFore had given her some interesting glances in the past, but it was the 
first tune she noticed something else in his expression. It was almost a 
pleading-as though he wanted her to understand something about him. 

DeFore tried hard to concentrate on business. Marge was crossing and 
uncrossing her legs from where she sat across his desk from him. 

"We've traced your brother-in-law to a motel almost five hundred miles from 
here." He gave her the location. "Finally got him through a used-car dealer 
nearby. He couldn't use a fake name for that transaction. Anyway, the dealer 
had the address of a motel." 

"But he could have left there by now." 

"He could have. But it's worth a try. Perhaps the manager will give us a 
valuable piece of information. Who knows? I'm going there tonight, Should be 
there in the early afternoon." 

"I really appreciate the way you've stayed with this case," Marge said. "I'm 
almost positive my daughter isn't in any harm, you understand, but until I 
know exactly where she is I won't be able to relax. It's all been rather 
a-strain on me." 

DeFore decided she was the best-stacked broad he'd ever seen in his life. He 
loved big-breasted women, especially when they were perfectly formed, like 
Marge's. He thought he was aware of a certain interest in him, but he felt a 
little shy about making the first move. The outfit she was wearing today, 
however, might inspire him to new courage. He felt his cock getting erect as 
he talked to her. 

He wondered if she might have sensed his little quirk. He didn't see how she 
could have-unless she was a very intuitive woman. Some were like that- 

But when he saw her come into the office with the leather skirt and 
boots-all in black-he'd gotten the impression she'd dressed this way 
deliberately. And he was particularly horny this morning. Sandra, a girl he 
often invited to his apartment, had stood him up. Just when he was in a high 
state of anticipation for the feel of Sandra swinging a belt down across his 
ass. Making him lick her boots, ordering him to suck her pussy. Punishing 
him when he wasn't a good boy- 

When Marge had walked in this morning he'd gotten a sudden picture of her in 
his mind-wearing the same black leather boots she had on now but dressed 
also in black leather panties and a black leather brassiere to house those 
beautiful big tits! She would be standing over him, sneering down, giving 
him orders that. would result in either physical pain for him, or 
humiliation. 

When he finished making his report, she seemed reluctant to go. She asked 
him for a cigarette and settled in for a little social chat, Marge crossed 
her leg and let her miniskirt creep up very high. She knew that if he cared 
to look he could tell the color of her panties. She had thought, during 
their visits, that he was interested in her, but he seemed reluctant to come 
to the point. The miniskirt and boots were the only thing in her wardrobe 
she thought might make her look a little sexier. She supposed it took a lot 
of stimulation for some men. It certainly did for Art. 

"I like your boots," he said, finally. 

Marge held a foot out and seemed to examine the boot. She knew she was 
giving him an even better look up her skirt. She had capped the outfit with 
black nylon bikini panties. The skirt and jersey top were adorned with a 
wide, black leather belt around the waist. She felt strangely evil, dressed 
this way. It was a hooker's outfit, almost. But maybe it would do the trick. 

"Yes, they ARE nice, aren't they?" Marge said. 

Defore's eyes narrowed. 

"I mean I REALLY like them!" 

Marge didn't know what to say. 

"OH!" she sputtered out. "I'm really glad you like them, too. There don't 
seem to be too many people around who appreciate good boots these days-" 

DeFore's head shot up. The implication from her was crystal clear, he 
thought. He jumped up, ran around his desk, and fell to his knees in front 
of her. 

"I appreciate boots, Mama! Believe me, I appreciate them! Oh, please! Just 
let me kiss the toe of this one. If you order me to do it, I'll lick the 
polish right off it!" His head shot down and he brought the toe of her right 
book to his mouth. He began to plant soft little kisses on it. 

Marge stared down with horror! He was acting like her slave! Marge wasn't an 
uneducated woman and she quickly sensed what was happening. This man 
apparently was turned on by dominance and humiliation. Her first instinct 
was to jump up and run from the office, but her better sense took over. 

If she made a big scene, he might drop the case. And she needed his 
information badly now. Then, she had to admit that she'd come here this 
morning with the express intention of seducing him. There was still a good 
chance of getting his cock inside her horny pussy. Art had been simply 
impossible in bed lately-Her third reason for staying didn't register in her 
conscious mind for a while, but it was a deciding factor. 

She had a certain curiosity about the cruel games this man wanted to play 
with her. Since he obviously wanted her to be the dominant one, she could at 
least gauge the extent of her cooperation. She found that a serious 
expression fell quite naturally to her face, and her voice deepened to a 
husky, sultry whisper. 

"Now lick the other one!" she said, sounding like she meant business. 

A shiver of pleasure went through DeFore. He was a big, athletic man with 
curly blond hair and blue-gray eyes. Marge considered him very handsome and 
desirable. Since her problems with Art's virility had come up, she found 
herself noticing other men more and more. Wondering how they looked stripped 
naked, how they'd be in bed. She'd make up her mind that Detective DeFore 
would excel in these qualities. He went to her other boot, licking up the 
sides and across the tops. Then he looked up at her. 

"I'll bet Mama wouldn't let me eat her pussy because I didn't lick the boots 
good enough, would she?" 

"Of course not!" Marge snarled, fitting right In with the game. 

"Well, if I 'have to let her spank my ass with her leather belt, then I 
guess it's worth it-if she'll let me eat her pussy." 

Marge caught on. She stood up and unbuckled her belt. 

"Take your pants down and get on all fours!" she snapped. 

DeFore stood up quickly and unbuckled his belt. His pants and shorts were 
around his ankles in seconds. Marge took a long, appraising look at his 
body. His heavy, strong thighs were matted with the blondest hair she'd ever 
seen. His balls were big and hanging low. And over them, a cock that melted 
her heart. It wasn't any bigger than Art's really, but that was plenty big 
and the nicest thing about this one was that it was starting to stick 
straight out. 

DeFore dropped down to the floor again and got on all fours. He stuck his 
muscular buttocks up for her inspection. They were very white and perfectly 
smooth, which surprised her, because he was quite hairy otherwise. His body, 
as a matter of fact, was even better than she'd hoped for. She quickly 
whipped out of her miniskirt. Then she slipped off the jersey top, Her 
brassiere was black, too and with the boots, she knew she looked like those 
women Marge sometimes saw on the cover's of men's magazines. 

She folded the belt and carried it in her hand while she took a slow walk 
around him. His eyes stole little peeks up at her and the transformation was 
almost complete. Marge looked like a heavy disciplinarian. He shuddered with 
blissful anticipation. It came in seconds. 

THWACK! 

She was standing in back of him. Her belt had swung down with more strength 
than she knew she possessed. It cracked sharply against one of his smooth 
buttocks. A red line immediately appeared, and Marge's heart raced with 
excitement! 

DeFore closed his eyes and moaned contentedly. 

THWANG! 

The next blow was harder, falling across the same buttock and making a line 
that criss-crossed the other. She saw DeFore's whole body shake, as though 
he were getting ready to shoot his load. 

THWACK! THWACK! THWANG! 

The blows started raining down on his ass. Marge felt the crotch of her 
panties getting damp. She attacked his buttocks with a kind of wild, 
passionate frenzy. When she rested, panting, she saw that his once-white 
asscheeks were now almost a bright scarlet. One red line had fallen on top 
of another until the solid globes were spider-webbed with rising welts. 

"Turn over and lie on your back!" Marge snarled. "And hurry up about it!" 

DeFore quickly rolled over. His cock was raging hard and he was holding it 
around the base. She wondered how the short bristles of the carpet felt 
against his tender ass. 

"Did I tell you-you could play with yourself?" she asked sneering. 

"I'm sorry, Mama!" he said, quickly taking his hand away. 

Marge slipped her panties down very slowly. She managed to pull them over 
her leg-hugging boots and tossed them down, directly onto his face. Then she 
pushed them carefully off his face with the toe of her boot. 

"Did they smell good?"' she asked sweetly. 

"Yes," he answered. 

"HOW good?" she barked, shoving the sole of her boot against the side of his 
face. 

"They smelled the best of anything in the whole world. Like the most 
wonderful perfumes ever made-Hike all the flowers in France-like all the 
hamburgers and french fries and-" 

His voice stopped when he noticed that she had straddled his face and her 
crotch was slowly sinking down to his mouth. 

"That pleases Mama," she said in a seductive voice, "You may kiss Mama's 
pussy all over. But you mustn't use your tongue until I tell you-you can, or 
Mama will never give you her pussy to kiss in the future-" 

She lowered herself until she felt her vagina come into contact with his 
nose. She moved the hairy pussy lips over his mouth and felt his lips make 
puckering little movements while he planted light little kisses from one end 
of her cunt to the other. 

"Now just the very tip of your tongue," she sighed. 

She felt the tongue tip come out and barely touch her pussy. It ran up and 
down the length of the lips, but it never pressed them hard. 

Marge stared at his cock, waving in the air before her eyes, in complete 
rapture. Heavy veins ran all over the shaft, and it was so hard it was 
throbbing. She could tell that he was primed good, and she hadn't seen meat 
in this condition in ages! 

"Now put your whole tongue in there!" she ordered. "And lick me out good! If 
you don't get my pussy HOT I'll beat your ass until it bleeds! And you'll 
never suck Mama's pussy again!" 

His tongue came shooting out and straight into her hole. It started to swirl 
and probe, while his mouth sucked furiously. 

My god! It feels like four inches! Marge moaned to herself. 

The only person who'd ever eaten her so well was Frank. But even Frank 
didn't seem to have this man's frenzied desire to please her. 

Marge felt the walls of her pussy melt against his tongue. She found herself 
bouncing up and down, occasionally grinding her cunt extra hard against his 
face. 

She reached out and gave his thick cock a. squeeze: Several clear drops of 
fluid ran out the hole. She leaned forward and licked them up. 

"UNNNNNNNNGH!" he groaned. 

"HMMMMMM-!" Marge groaned back. "You're eating Mama's pussy so nice she 
might let you fuck it!" 

He ate her cunt harder then ever. 

"But first Mama will have to get her little boy's cock all nice and wet!" 

She continued to buck her pelvis into his face while she bent down and took 
his cock into her mouth. The head was all that would fit. She made it as wet 
as possible, then began to try forcing more of the shaft down Her throat. It 
was hard work, but in a few moments she had the entire pole glistening and 
shiny. Her pussy was so hot against his mouth that her juices were flowing 
freely, and she knew she didn't have to worry too much about lubricating 
him, but she had yearned to get her mouth around his rod many times, and 
this had given her an excuse. 

She pulled her pussy away from his mouth and began to move down to his 
crotch. She faced his feet, knowing that she could make it go deeper this 
way. And how her womb ached to have this beautiful, hard cock banging into 
it! 

She held the slippery rod and guided it under her. As soon as it began to 
stretch her cunt lips she knew she had found just what she'd been needing 
for a long time. Something to really stretch her and fill her up. Her tunnel 
was aching for a big dick so badly it almost hurt. And DeFore's cock had 
grown bigger. 

Marge sank down and let the cock begin to slide in. Once she had to stop, 
pull it out, and. start over again. This time it began to go in with nothing 
to stop it, but it was the biggest one she'd ever had inside her, and he 
seemed to be touching places that had never been touched before, except 
possibly by Frank. 

"AGGGHHHHH!" Marge cried. "PLAY WITH MY BUTTOCKS!" 

DeFore reached down and cupped her perfect globes in his hands. He spread 
them and massaged them, moved them back and forth to give her greater 
sensation. 

"OWWWWW, MAMA LIKES HER LITTLE BOY'S COCK. WILL HE MAKE IT SPIT INSIDE 
MAMA?" 

"Yuh-yeah!" DeFore panted. She was sliding almost all the way up and down 
his rod now, and he was so hot he had to bite his lip and try to talk 
himself out of coming. 

Marge's legs got tired and she slumped her head forward for a moment. Then 
it shot back and she started rising up and off the pole. She stood up and 
looked down at DeFore. 

"Now Mama's little boy has got to be very naughty," she said. "Because Mama 
wants a really good reason to punish him the next time!" 

DeFore's heart raced with excitement! 

"What do you want me to do, MAMA?" 

"I want you to throw Mama down on the floor and hold her there, and rape 
her! I want you to fuck her so hard she won't be able to walk! And you know 
how angry that's going to make her!" 

DeFore sprang to his feet without another second wasted. He grabbed Marge's 
right arm and began to twist it behind her back. 

"Down, you fucking bitch!" he hissed. "Get your ass down there on the 
floor!" 

He was hurting her arm and forcing her. It didn't take much persuasion 
before he had shoved her onto her back, crouching over her. But he continued 
to hold her arm pinned behind her while he aimed the head of his cock into 
her pussy. It sailed in immediately, so fast it took her breath away. Then 
DeFore placed his thighs on the outside of hers and squeezed her satiny legs 
together. 

"You'll feel it now, you bitch!" he hissed. "You'll fucking think you're 
getting my leg up there!" 

DeFore began slamming away and Marge started moaning. It was true! With her 
legs being held together, the cock felt twice as big! Her pussy walls began 
squeezing him, trying to make even more friction. 

"Oh, god, you're killing me!" Marge loudly. "OWWWW, fuck me harder and 
HARDER! Fuck me until I can't stand up! Oh, ball Mama HARD! HARDER! HARDER!" 

Her cunt had turned to molten lava. She was so wet inside that he had no 
trouble fucking in and out at a rapid rate. He was using long strokes, and 
bouncing off her thighs with each inward thrust. Then she seemed to go wild! 

"COME IN MAMA! COME IN MAMA! I'M THERE! I-AH-OH-AAAGGH! MAMA, OH, OH, OH! 
CUMMMIIINNNGGG!" 

DeFore started moving like a jackhammer into her. His balls were tightening 
up and he felt the first stirrings of his load on its way. 

"I'll cream you, Mama!" he panted. "Ill give you enough cream to put on your 
strawberries!" 

"NOW!" Marge screamed. Her nails dug into his sensitive buttocks. 
"UNNNNNNGH! AHHHHHHH! OWWWWWW! OH, CUM NOWWW!" 

DeFore groaned when his load began to spurt into her cunt, but his sounds 
were lost under hers. He had to yank her hands away from his buttocks. The 
nails were digging into him painfully. She was unaware of what she did. Her 
mind was concentrating on only one thing at the time, and that was the 
fulfillment of her crashing climax. It was the best orgasm she'd had in 
ages. She cursed Frank for not giving her a quick one, at least, before he 
spirited Emmy away from their home. 

DeFore still had her thighs pressed tightly together, and they were still 
this way when he slid his deflating cock out of her pussy. He knew he'd 
filled her tunnel with his juices, and there were her own, added to the 
slimy condition, Marge opened her eyes and stared at him. 

"Was I a bad boy?" DeFore asked. 

Marge smiled. 

"You were a very, very bad boy. There'll be plenty of times when I'll have 
to punish you for this morning." 

DeFore gave a little cry and buried his in her crotch, licking up the 
juices. 

Chapter Nine 

Frank and Emmy made good time that morning. She seemed to be in good 
spirits, perhaps because of the memory of the sandwich fuck he and Griffin 
had given her the night before. He'd seldom seen her so turned on. 

Shortly after lunch, Emmy made a request. 

"Could we get a motel with a pool? And pick me up a bathing suit?" 

"Maybe." 

Emmy seemed very happy. 

"Well, if we're going to do that, why don't we pull into a place early. Then 
I'll have part of the afternoon to swim." 

Frank thought for a moment. He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze 
through the polyester material of his slacks. 

"And if we get the motel with the pool for you, what do I get for me?" He 
smiled after he asked her. 

She thought he looked very handsome that morning. He was wearing tan slacks 
and a brown polo shirt. The clothes accented his rugged physical appeal. 
Emmy decided to put her foot down for some clothes. At least he had a 
suitcase with him, but she was still wearing the same jeans, alternating 
them with a couple of extra tops she'd brought in her small bag. 

"What do you want me to do?" she asked by way of an answer. 

"First of all, I want you to get your face down here and suck my cock!" 

Emmy was shocked! 

"Right HERE? On the highway? While we're DRIVING?" 

"That's right," Frank answered. "Go ahead, unzip me and take it out. Hurry 
up!" 

Emmy didn't argue with him. She wanted to sleep in a decent room and have a 
pool to entertain her. And color TV! She reached over and, using both hands, 
got his fly all the way unzipped. 

"Take it out now! Hurry! It's getting hard!" 

Emmy reached in. His jockey shorts were never tight on him and she had no 
trouble scooping her hand into the opening and hauling out his cock before 
its erect condition made this difficult. 

"My nuts, too!" he moaned. "Get my balls out and lick them! I want a fucking 
good job, do you understand?" 

Emmy did. She knew she was about to perform her half of a bargain. And she'd 
be asking for a lot in return. When his cock and balls were pulled all the 
way through his fly she looked up at him. 

"Aren't you afraid somebody driving along will see us?" 

"Oh, for God's sake, sugar, just shut up and get down there and start 
sucking! I'm so fucking horny I'm gonna cream my slacks!" 

Emmy made a dive for his lap. His cock was already getting stiff and poking 
up in the air. She squeezed her head down between his lap and the steering 
wheel and came directly down on the pole. She soaked the head in her mouth 
for a minute, then began moving down the shaft. Frank threw his head back 
and sighed. Emmy's position was awkward, and interfering with his driving 
arm. 

"Get on your hands and knees," he said. "Then just slip your face down under 
my arms, and try sucking me that way." 

Emmy got on her hands and knees and slid her face down to his lap. Now, by 
raising one arm just a little, she didn't hinder his driving at all. He felt 
her mouth close over the head again and start to sail directly down. She had 
become a terrific cocksucker since he'd taken her under his wing. He 
decided, in fact, that there was nothing Emmy couldn't learn to do well. He 
was sure she'd be a lot more popular at school in the future. She often 
complained that the other girls thought she was a prude. 

A sudden, perverse thought struck him. The way Emmy was crouched on the seat 
next to him, her ass was sticking high into the air, high enough for 
passersby to notice. He wondered how it would be to treat all those tired 
traveling salesmen to a little show when they drove by. 

"Take your jeans off!" he said. 

Emmy pulled her face away from his crotch. 

"What?" 

"Do what I say. Take off the jeans and the top. And your shoes. And let your 
hair fall loose so you'll look older. Then go back to sucking my dick!" 

Emmy couldn't believe her ears! This was the farthest out thing yet. But she 
knew it was no use arguing with Uncle Frank. When he made up his mind about 
something, he held firm. She pulled off her blouse and sat naked to the 
waist. Then she let her hair fall free on her shoulders. Several cars passed 
by, but nobody seemed to be looking. She unzipped her jeans and slid them, 
and her loafers, off. Then she was completely naked. 

Frank had unbuckled his trousers and managed to slip them and his jockey 
shorts down over his knees. Both of them sat completely exposed to the 
curious stares of cars passing them. He was driving in the center lane of a 
three-lane highway. This way cars could pass them from either side for a 
spectacular road show. He held his speed down purposely so that they could 
be overtaken by many automobiles and trucks. 

"Okay, get back on it again," he told Emmy. 

Emmy got back into her crouch. Suddenly, the cold air from the open window 
blew across her buttocks and pussy. 

"HEY!" she said. "My bare ass is stuck up to the window!" 

"Keep it there," Frank said. "I want cars who pass us to see what they're 
missing." 

Emmy was shocked at first, but then she gave a little giggle and plunged 
back down on the cock. 

Frank saw a red car approaching them from the right. He slowed even more and 
the car gained on them quickly. Then, when the red car was abreast, Frank 
accelerated so that they stayed that way. It took a minute for the driver to 
look over. It wasn't until he was curious to know why Frank's ear was 
staying alongside him that he turned his head to the left. 

"Wiggle your ass around!" Frank said to Emmy. 

Emmy wiggled her ass in circles just as the man realized what he was seeing. 
His mouth and eyes opened wide. Then Frank eased off the gas pedal and he 
dropped back. The man, his head still turned, continued up the highway. 
Frank laughed and Emmy pulled her mouth off his cock. 

"What's so funny?" 

"We just blew some guy's mind! He passed by and saw you wiggling your ass at 
the window." 

Emmy giggled. 

"This is fun," she said, going back down on his cock. 

A truck was approaching on his left. He saw In the rear-view that there were 
two drivers. The passenger had his arm crooked out the window and Frank knew 
he'd get a spectacular peek at the blow-job, even though the man driving 
would probably not see a thing. 

Frank held back again and let the truck cab come abreast. Then he 
accelerated just enough to hold them in formation. He looked up and saw the 
passenger in the truck glance down from his elevated height. Frank pulled 
his chest up and allowed the man a perfect view of Emmy's mouth going all 
the way up and down the shaft of his thick cock. The man in the truck could 
also see Emmy's naked body, crouched on the seat nest to Frank. 

"SON OF A BITCH!" the man in the truck yelled. "HOW ABOUT SOME OF THAT FOR 
ALL OF US?" 

"Sorry!" Frank called back. "She's under contract." He laughed and pulled 
back. The man on the passenger side stuck his head out the window and waved. 
Frank waved back as the truck continued on ahead of him. Then he reached 
down and pulled the car seat back on its rollers, as far as it could go. He 
could use the gas pedal perfectly, but he had to stretch his leg. It gave 
Emmy a lot more room to suck him, especially when she wanted to dive down 
and lick his nuts all over. 

"I know a good show we can put on for them, sugar," Frank said. Emmy pulled 
her mouth away from his balls. 

"What?" 

"Well, you get up here and sit down on my lap.! can stick my dick in you and 
you can work up and down on it until I come." 

"But how could you drive like that, Uncle Frank? You wouldn't be able to 
see." 

"I wouldn't have to. I could just keep my foot on the gas and you can steer 
while we're fucking. If I go too fast, just tell me and I'll ease up. But 
well both be able to see what the people in the other cars think of the 
show!" 

Emmy laughed merrily and climbed up while Frank scrooched down a bit. As 
soon as she was on his lap, she took over the steering wheel. He kept the 
car at a moderate, steady speed while he reached under and guided the head 
of his cock to her open, ready hole. The way she was crouched, she would be 
able to take him up to the last inch. 

When Emmy felt the cock begin to slide into her cunt she sank down, letting 
the pole plunge all the way home on the first stab. 

"UNNNNGH!" Frank moaned. The car made a little jerk forward but otherwise it 
maintained the steady speed. He could see through the side-view mirror, but 
Emmy couldn't. 

"Okay, sugar," he said, "there's a car coming up on our left. There are 
three men in it. When I tell you to, really start giving my rod a ride. Zing 
up and down on it like it was a pogo stick. Give them a fuck show like they 
never saw in their lives!" 

Emmy continued to steer and waited for her uncle to direct her. 

"Okay, NOW, sugar! Now ride it good. Tell me when to use more gas!" 

Emmy began to sail up and down on the rod as she steered along. The man in 
the backseat noticed first, and punched the other two on the shoulder, 
pointing. The side windows rolled down and everybody but the driver was 
staring and gawking. "We don't need more gas, Uncle Frank," Emmy cried back, 
laughing. "They're staying alongside us!" 

The men began whistling and yelling things at them. 

"Were you an optional feature, sweetheart?" 

"Who's your driving teacher?" 

"How about riding with me for a while?" Emmy giggled and kept staring 
straight ahead, except for one time when she turned to them and stuck her 
tongue out. 

"Owwwww, I'll bet she knows how to use her tongue, too!" 

"Hey, suck his dick now!" 

"Make him suck your titties!" 

The car alongside them almost went off the road once. The men inside were 
having fun with the game, but they decided their safety was more important 
and they sped ahead. 

"Uncle Frank," Emmy said, "this is fun, but if a police car came by we could 
be in a lot of trouble!" 

Frank grabbed her around the hips and began to fuck up into her hot box. It 
had already started warming up, and he could feel the wetness begin to flow 
inside. He reached up after he got her moving in the tempo he wanted and 
pinched her cherry nipples. 

"AHHHHHH!" Emmy sighed, throwing her head back. She bobbed up and down on 
his cock harder. He began to pinch the nipples a little roughly, but she 
didn't care. Her body felt like an electric heater had been turned on, in 
her groin, in her breasts, in her legs- 

Her pussy was clutching him in frantic little grasps. It felt wet, warm, and 
tight. He knew he could blow his nuts just by thinking about it. 

"Can we pull off the road?" he asked. 

"Yes, there's plenty of room." 

"Then steer over there while I brake us to a stop." 

He applied the brake slowly and Emmy guided them off the highway expertly. 
When they had stopped he threw the car into parking gear and left the motor 
running. He pulled her off his prick and forced her down onto her back. The 
seat was pulled far enough back to make their movements and position 
comfortable. 

He quickly climbed between her legs and pushed her thighs up and back. His 
cock was already slimy from her juices and he lined up at her hole and 
slammed brutally into her, making her cry out. 

"I'm gonna fuck your pussy right down through this seat!" he groaned. 

"Then fuck it and shut up about it!" she replied. "I'm so hot I could set 
this seat on fire!" 

He began slamming in so hard their bodies smacked loudly together. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard it'll come out your fucking ass!" Frank cried, 
panting. The car was rocking from his thrusts. 

"AGGH! AGGH! AGGH!" Emmy cried over and over. Her pussy was yawning, opening 
up until it surrounded the universe. She felt like she was falling into her 
own womb, falling a million miles through space- 

Frank's cock continued to hammer her young cunt until he couldn't hold off 
any longer and his cry could be heard echoing down the sunny highway. 

"SHEEEEEEEEE-IT! MOTHERFUCK! FUCKING SHIT! AHHHHHH!" 

Then Emmy's screams could be heard and an orgasm of such violence shot 
through her that she almost fainted. She bucked her pelvis hard enough to 
lift him in the air on top of her. 

"FUUUUUCK! UNNNNGH! OWWWWWW! AGGGGGHH!" 

Her long hair fell across her face and shoulders while she thrashed her head 
from side to side. She was gasping for breath and her breasts heaved up and 
down. Frank realized he had taken her to a big one, and he gave her several 
minutes to calm down before he pulled out. When he did, the first thing he 
saw whizz by them was a patrol car. His heart leaped, but the car kept right 
on going. 

"Hurry and get dressed, sugar," he said to Emmy. "When I get horny, I don't 
always use good reasoning." 

Emmy remembered his impulsiveness in taking her away from home. Yes, she 
thought, pulling on her jeans, I agree with you. 

The first night at the motel was a pleasure. They both bought swimming 
trunks and had a wonderful evening splashing around in the pool. Later, 
Frank went in for a shower and Emmy quickly gathered her change and ran to 
the pay booth near the office to make her nightly call. She was back long 
before Frank came out of the shower, looking impatient to be next. He 
laughed and yanked her back into the shower with him. 

The second night, everything just seemed to go wrong. When she made her 
call, Fluffy was a little upset and didn't want to talk. Emmy was angry, 
because she went to a lot of risk to take the money from Uncle Frank's 
pockets and hoped he wouldn't notice how quickly his change disappeared. She 
was just stepping out of the booth when she saw him standing in front of 
their room door, glaring. 

He met her halfway and grabbed her arm very tightly. 

"Who the fuck were you calling?" he asked in a low voice that was full of 
rage. 

"I-uh-nobody. I tried to call that drive-in movie near here to see what was 
playing tonight-" 

"You're a fucking liar!" 

Emmy's eyes filled with tears as he led her back to their room. She could 
tell from the pressure he put on her arm that she was in for a hard time. 
When they were inside the room he shoved her onto her bed. 

"Tell me," he said, "or you won't get out of this room tonight. We won't eat 
supper and we'll go to a motel with no pool." 

"I don't care!" Emmy screamed at him. "I won't tell you!" 

Frank walked over to the bed. She was still in her bathing suit, a two-piece 
bikini. He grabbed the top around one of the breasts cups. 

"I'll tear this off you and you won't get another one." 

"Go ahead! I hate you!" 

Frank gave a yank and the flimsy material of the swim suit tore away from 
her body. It was ruined, and Emmy began to sob, wearing only the damp 
bottoms of the suit, thrown down on the bed with her head buried in the 
mattress. 

"You call your parents?" he asked, his voice softer. 

Emmy shook her head furiously from side to side. 

"NO! No, I swear I didn't!" 

"WHO then?" 

She knew it would be useless to stall him any longer. He'd keep after her 
all night if she didn't confess. 

"All right," she said, lifting her head from the mattress. "I've been 
calling my friend Fluffy!" 

He grabbed her arm again and yanked her to a sitting position. 

"Fluffy? Who the fuck's Fluffy?" 

"MY best friend. She's the only person I confess things to. And she tells me 
her secrets, too." 

"What did you tell her?" 

"Just about our trip, and the things we do and the places we go-" 

"You little idiot! She'll tell your parents." 

"No she won't, Uncle Frank! I know she won't! Fluffy never gives a secret 
away. I told her I was having a good time and not to tell anybody where I 
am!" Frank seemed to calm down. He casually crossed to his bed and began to 
remove the sheets. 

"What are you doing?" Emmy asked. 

He crossed the room and came back to her bed. Then he grabbed her feet and 
began to tie one of the sheets around them, binding them together. Emmy 
tried to pull away from him, but he yanked her back roughly. 

"When I get through with you, young lady, you'll only make telephone calls 
when I give you permission!" 

Chapter Ten 

Griffin was no help to Detective DeFore. 

"You already got a description of the car he was driving. That's all I can 
tell you. When he left with the girl, I was-I was out." 

"And he said nothing about where they were going? You don't even know which 
direction they took?" 

"Naw," Griffin replied. "What did he do, anyway?" 

"Uh-nothing-I just have to send a report on the girl back to her parents." 

"PARENTS!" Griffin exclaimed. "You mean that girl wasn't his daughter?" 

DeFore thought maybe he'd already said too much. He thanked Griffin for the 
information and left the motel, wondering where the owner had gotten such a 
black eye. 

There seemed nothing more he could do on the case without bringing the 
police in. The car would have to be looked for and alarms would probably go 
out to several states. If that's what Marge wanted. 

He returned to his car and started it up, wondering if his failure to help 
would make Mama lose interest in her "naughty little boy." 

Marge had an appointment at the beauty parlor and then to shop with a 
girlfriend. Art used the opportunity to get Fluffy back over. He knew they'd 
have a couple of hours, anyway. 

Fluffy smiled when he opened the door. 

"Hi, stud, are you alone?" she asked. 

Art quickly took her to the bedroom. 

"Get out of your clothes and let's get it on," he said. "We don't have much 
time." 

"Wow, you aren't much of a one for foreplay, are you?" she asked, removing 
her pale brown sundress. Again, he was shocked by her knowledge of sex and 
her general vulgar manner, but his cock was rising again, and he knew she 
had the magic secret for turning him on. Or maybe her little girlfriends 
could do just as well. He certainly intended to find out! 

She looked even better today than the first time he'd fucked her. Her body 
was beginning to tan, her freckles had started everywhere the sun touched 
her. The contrast on her small tits, where the skin was milky white, and 
across her buttocks and crotch, was delicious looking. He wanted to run his 
mouth all over her young body, to taste every inch of her skin. 

When he was nude, he walked slowly to the bed and she ran her hands down to 
her pussy and began squeezing her thighs together. 

"Hmmm-bigger than I remembered," Fluffy said. 

"Turn over on your stomach," Art said. 

"Oh oh!" Fluffy said, flipping over. 

Art stared for a long time at her lovely young buttocks. He ran his hands 
over them for a moment, squeezing them and pulling them apart. He saw her 
little puckered hole wink at him. His mouth was watering. 

Fluffy felt him reach over and lift her red hair from the back of her neck. 
Then his hot mouth was there, his tongue leaving wet trails where it worked 
itself over each of her shoulders. Then he licked down to the small of her 
back. 

"OWWWW, ART!" Fluffy sighed. She had gotten gooseflesh. 

Art licked over the soft globes of her buttocks. The skin was as delicious 
as lie had thought it would be. The warm, sweet heat of the sunshine reached 
his tongue. He licked all over the buttocks and then down to the backs of 
her thighs. He licked down her calves, and then to her feet. 

"WOW!" Fluffy moaned. "That's groovy!" 

Art captured her toes in his mouth and began sucking them, first on one foot 
and then on the other. He had her squirming, pushing her pussy into the 
mattress. 

Then he turned her over. 

His tongue began making the same route up, except in front. He paid special 
attention to her knees, licking and sucking on them, before he traveled up 
the insides of her thighs. When he reached her throbbing pussy he skirted it 
and licked up her side until he reached her navel. Her stomach looked so 
flat and lovely, the suntan separation coming just above her triangular 
patch of red pubic hair. 

Fluffy almost cried out when Art's tongue shot into her navel. He began 
probing and swirling. She almost giggled, because it tickled. But also, it 
was adding to the warmth that had begun to course through her blood. 

"AHHHHHH!" Fluffy cried. "I'm gonna have to call you Super Tongue!" 

Art licked her breasts. She had the sweetest-tasting skin he'd ever come in 
contact with. He put his mouth over each of the tits in turn, swirling his 
tongue and making her groan with delight. Then he pulled the nipple through 
his lips and clamped down, biting softly. Fluffy cried out and grabbed his 
head, clasping it tightly to her breasts. 

"Owwww, daddy! You're getting me so hot I don't think I can stand it." 

Art swung up and put his knees on either side of her head. Then he leaned 
over and pulled her thighs apart. His mouth shot down to her pussy and he 
began to lick it hungrily, making slurping sounds. 

Fluffy saw his cock dangling hotly over her mouth and she assumed he wanted 
her to suck on it. 

One thing about Art, Fluffy thought, he never had any trouble getting it up! 

She grabbed the cock around the base and brought it to her lips. Instead of 
sucking the head into her mouth she flicked her tongue out and began bathing 
the smooth pink flesh wetly. Each time she put the tip of her tongue into 
the little hole, it oozed juice out. It became a little game to see how much 
juice she could tease out. 

Fluffy's teasing techniques were making Art so hot his forehead had begun to 
perspire. 

"Get it wet!" he said, pulling his face away from her pussy. "I'm gonna fuck 
you with it pretty soon!" 

Fluffy began to lick the shaft, all around the outside. When it was slippery 
with her saliva she plunged it into her mouth and pulled her ass down with 
her hands. She forced the cock all the way into her gullet. 

"AGGGGHH!" Art grunted, fucking her face. His shaft plugged her throat all 
the way to his balls each time he thrust. He knew he couldn't take too much 
of this and he yanked his body straight up and off her. 

"Get on your hands and knees," he said. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind, 
doggie-style." 

Fluffy realized she should have pretended to be innocent of the position, 
but as a matter of fact she knew it well. Several of her boyfriends liked to 
take her this way. 

"Okay, but I hope I don't get the hiccups again," Fluffy said. She got onto 
all fours and poked her rump up to Art. 

Art's cock was primed and lubricated. So was her cunt. He pushed the head of 
his prick between the drooping little lips and made contact with the hole, 
It was al! one quick movement as he continued to shove forward until he had 
banged her back wall. 

"GAAAAAA!" Fluffy cried, rubbing her face against the bed. "What did you put 
in there, Art? Your fist?" 

He didn't like to hear her talk that way, but he was amused just the same. 
It had been a long time since he'd gotten erect enough to have anybody 
comment on the size of his cock in their holes. He began to hammer her hard. 

Fluffy reached under and grabbed her clit. She pulled on it while he fucked 
into her and she felt herself almost coming apart! 

"OWWWWW, FUUUUUUCK!" she moaned. "DO IT TO ME! Show me what it's like to 
have a MAN in me! I'm so fucking sick of children!" 

Art slammed even rougher. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them. 
Her little back hole was winking at him again. He wet a finger and shoved it 
into the asshole to the first knuckle. 

"EAAAAYYY!" Fluffy cried out. "OWWWW, holy fuck, keep that up, daddy! Work 
your finger around in there! It feels better than a cock!" 

Her words make his ears perk up. 

"What do you mean, it feels as good as a cock?" he asked, fucking slower. 

"Oh, a couple of boys I know made me take it that way. You know, they say it 
proved how much the girl likes them and all that-but I think they just like 
it because it's tighter!" 

Art looked down at his cock, fucking in and out. He was stretching Fluffy's 
pussy so tightly he was turning an inch of her cunt wails inside out each 
time he retreated. Then he felt the narrowness of the young girl's anal 
passage against his finger. He had an irresistible urge to find out how his 
cock would feel pushing up into that tight little channel. 

"I'm gonna fuck your ass, Fluffy," Art said. 

"What?" the girl asked, surprised. "Like hell you are! Not with that 
bushwhacker YOU got!" 

Art pulled his cock out of her pussy and his finger out of her ass. He spit 
on his fingers and rubbed them around the outside of the little hole, 
looking so small and helpless now, stretched out in front of his eyes. 

"Bite a bullet," he said. 

"NO!" Fluffy cried. "DONT! THAT THING AINT MADE OUT OF RUBBER, YOU KNOW!" 

Art shoved the big head of his cock against the little pucker and pushed. 
Nothing gave. He shoved again, harder. This time the sphincter ring began to 
separate and let him in. 

"GAAAAAGH!" Fluffy gasped. 

The asshole felt impossibly tight. It gripped the head of his cock like a 
vise. 

"You'll tear it!" Fluffy moaned. "PLEASE DONT!" 

Art placed his hands on her hips and tried a brutal slam into the hole, He 
lodged himself halfway and heard Fluffy scream. Then he slammed again. This 
time he slipped all the way to the hilt. 

"OWWWWW, that feels GOOD!" Art said slowly, enjoying the sensation of being 
inside the tightest hole of his life. 

"GAAAAH! You're fucking killing me!" fluffy shrieked. 

"Nonsense!" Art said, beginning to pump the tight hole. "You've had them in 
there before. You told me so!" 

"Yeah, but the boys I fool around with have puny little worms alongside 
yours!" 

"Then it's time you got used to the man-sized variety," Art said, pumping 
harder. He had come almost all the way out, and his savage thrust home had 
her wailing again. 

Fluffy had never been plugged this way, not even by her science teacher. Art 
had the biggest cock she'd ever tackled, and she remembered what it did for 
her the first time. She decided to try to relax and enjoy it. She might not 
have too many opportunities when Emmy came back. 

The thick shaft continued to bang her rectum ruthlessly. But she noticed 
that after a while it wasn't much different from having it in her pussy. It 
was really touching a lot of the same places and Fluffy couldn't deny she 
was starting to enjoy it. 

"Whewwwww!" she hissed through her teeth, "You don't take any mercy on a 
floor little girl's bottom, do you?" 

By way of reply, Art began hammering in hard, fast strokes. The asshole was 
making him feel like he was being pulled through a straw. She had begun to 
clutch it with her rectal muscles, and he could tell she was warming up. He 
reached under and grabbed for her clit, but her hand was already on it, 
pulling and squeezing. 

He shot a finger into her pussy and twirled it. This time she moaned more 
loudly, Then he tried another finger. She could easily accommodate it also. 
He guessed he could work her up to all five fingers if he felt like it. 
Maybe in the future- 

His fingers suddenly brought Fluffy's pussy, which went into limbo when he 
stabbed her ass, back to life. She was not only getting as hot as she'd been 
before, she was hotter! 

"Owww, yeah!" Fluffy groaned. She began to push her ass back to meet his 
strokes. "Now you're getting to me!" 

There was almost no part of her that wasn't being stimulated now. His cock 
was in her ass, his fingers were up her cunt, and she was playing with her 
clit. She wished Tim could be here now, to squeeze her tits while she sucked 
his cock-then she would feel complete! 

"Ohhhhh-keep fucking, you motherfucker!" she groaned. 

Art worked another finger into her pussy while he fucked her ass so hard his 
cock was a blur. The pace pushed them quickly to a climax. 

"Oh, fuck me, with your big cock! AHHHH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Fluffy 
groaned. 

Art was pulling his cock out of her asshole and his fingers out of her cunt 
at the same time. His fingers were so sticky and coated with her juices. He 
reached up and shoved them into her mouth. 

"Lick them off," he said. 

Fluffy licked the fingers until they were clean of all he traces of her 
juices. Then she grinned at him. 

"Fluffy," Art said, sitting up and staring down at her paternally, "you're a 
nice girl, and you know I like you very much. I enjoy these times we have 
together, and I'm looking forward to meeting some of your little friends-" 

"Yeah, Art?" Fluffy asked. "What are you getting at?" 

"Well," Art went on, "I hope you'll understand that it's nothing personal 
when I say that I hope you and Emmy won't be seeing each other when she 
comes back." 

Fluffy's eyes shot open wide. 

"WHY? She's my best friend!" 

"Well, that's the very reason. I think it's fine that you are so sexually 
active for your age, but I simply don't want my daughter to get involved in 
those things until she's much, much older. And, besides, I find the language 
you use offensive, Fluffy. To an older person, it sounds offensive." 

Fluffy suddenly burst out laughing. 

"What's so funny?" Art asked. 

Fluffy controlled her laughter finally and was able to speak. 

"You-you are! Shit, Art, I always respected the fact that Emmy wasn't boy 
crazy and that she didn't use bad words. I never tried to change her. I kept 
my own mouth cleaner when I was around Emmy-" 

Art's opinion of the girl went up a hundred percent. 

"But don't be so high and mighty about me and Emmy not seeing each other 
again, Art, because I think you're gonna find your daughter a changed woman 
when she gets back!" 

"What are you talking about?" he asked. 

Fluffy had been hurt by him. She wasn't being careful of her words. Her only 
thought was to hurt him back. 

"I mean that she won't be any purer than I am! She said her uncle had fucked 
her in every position she'd ever heard me describe, and then a few!" 

Fluffy realized immediately that she had put her foot in her mouth. By the 
time she realized this, he was shaking her shoulders. 

"When did you talk to Emmy?" 

It was no use lying. The truth would come out sooner or later. 

"She's been calling me every night," Fluffy said. "She sneaks money out of 
her uncle's pockets to make the calls, but she said she wanted me to know 
where she was, just in case of emergencies. She asked me not to tell you, 
because she was getting laid so good she didn't want to come home for a 
little while." 

Art's face was contorted with rage. He wanted to get his hands on his 
brother and strangle him to death! 

"And what have you been telling her?" he asked. 

Fluffy's freckled face blushed. 

"Oh, no!" Art moaned. 

"But Art, Emmy and I have never kept any secrets from each other. It's a 
pact we made almost a year ago-" 

"You told her I'd FUCKED you?" 

"I said it was the greatest. Don't worry. Art, I gave you a big buildup-" 

"OH, NO!" Art cried, putting his hands over his face. "I CANT BEAR TO HAVE 
MY OWN DAUGHTER KNOW IT!" 

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Fluffy said. She hopped off the bed and grabbed her 
sundress from the floor. "Grownups are so gross sometimes! I don't see what 
difference it makes!" 

"Just a minute," Art said. "What's the motel she's at? Do you know the 
town-the state-?" 

"Relax," Fluffy said. "I wrote it all down. It's in my bag." 

Art took the information and Fluffy left hurriedly. The session had become a 
strain. The telephone rang, and Art answered it. It was Marge, checking to 
see if there'd been any news. 

"I'm glad you called, honey. Come right home! It's important!" 

Art wondered briefly what he'd say if someone asked him where he got the 
information of Emmy's whereabouts. 

Chapter Eleven 

Emmy was tied to the bed by her hands as well as her feet. Frank had used a 
single sheet for each, tying the other end to the headboard and footboard. 
She could be turned onto her stomach or back, whichever he preferred. 

Right now, she was on her back, and Frank was standing over her, naked. Her 
hands were secured above her head, and she was stretched that way. She tried 
to pull at the bindings, but he had done an expert job. 

"Leave me alone!" she wailed, feeling frightened. 

Frank's face was angry. 

"You might have caused us a lot of trouble," he said. "As soon as I get 
through with you, we're moving on to another place. And I'll make sure you 
don't call anybody!" 

He crossed the room to his trousers and began to remove his belt. 

"One thing I can't stand-a child that doesn't behave!" he said. 

Emmy's eyes grew wide when she saw the belt. 

"What-what are you going to DO?" she asked. 

"You'll see in just a minute!" 

Emmy struggled with the bindings again. It was no use. He moved toward her. 

"I'LL SCREAM!" she cried, getting more frightened by the second. 

"If you want me to, I can put a gag on your mouth," Frank said softly. His 
gentle manner frightened her more than his violent one. 

Emmy didn't say anything more. She let him flip her over onto her belly. She 
turned her head and saw him raise the belt. Then she closed her eyes and 
waited for it to happen. 

Zing! 

The belt descended and caught her across the buttocks. 

"OWWWW!" she cried. Then the belt descended again, strapping her sharply 
across the buttocks again. This time it felt hotter, more stinging. 

"EEEOOOWWW!" she screamed. Tears sprang to her eyes and she buried her face 
in the pillow under her. 

TWANG! 

The belt came down several more times, each time as hard as he could swing 
it. Her buttocks were red and shining. The marks from the belt looked extra 
severe against the snowy whiteness of her ass. 

He glanced down and noticed, somewhat to his surprise, that his cock was 
rising to an erection. Emmy was lying still, as though asleep. He put the 
belt down and reached for his cock. After a couple of shakes, it hardened to 
its full stiffness. He looked at the red asscheeks for a moment, 
contemplating. Then he decided it might not be such a good idea to mix sex 
with discipline. 

Fuck it! he thought. There's always tomorrow. We better get the hell out of 
here! 

Just as he turned to get his clothes,, he noticed something that stopped him 
dead in his tracks. 

Emmy's freshly-strapped ass was beginning to move around in little circles. 
The child seemed to be grinding her pussy into the mattress. It must have 
been his imagination, he thought. She couldn't have thoughts of sex at a 
time like this! Then her heard her moaning voice. 

"Owwwww-give me more of the belt! Ohhhh, my pussy is catching on fire! I 
don't think it's ever been so hot!" 

Her squirms got more frantic. 

"Yesssss-! Yessssss-! OH, I'M MELTING ALL OVER THE SHEETS! I'M WET! I KNOW I 
AM! OWWW, MAKE MY ASS HOTTER! USE THE BELT AGAIN!" 

Her head flew back and she moaned loudly. Then she began to buck her pelvis 
into the mattress, fucking it wildly. 

Frank crossed to the bed. He grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her 
back. Her eyes stared up at him, glazed with passion. Her mouth had already 
begun to draw back into the animal snarl it formed when she was close to an 
orgasm. 

"AGGGHH!" Emmy groaned. "The sheets feel so good on my blistered ass! It's 
so hot! I'M so hot! EEEOOOWWW!" 

Her pelvis bucked into the air. She arched her back and held it there, 
rotating in circles and pointing at Frank's face. 

"FUCK ME!" she screamed. "PUT YOUR FUCKING DICK IN THERE! GO AHEAD, YOU 
SONOFABITCH!" 

Her language shocked him. He had never seen her go so far out so quickly. 

She let her ass hit the mattress again, hard. Then she wiggled it against 
the sheets. 

"Put some blisters on it!" she hissed. "Make it hotter! Spank it! Spank me! 
SPANK ME!" 

He'd decided she'd had enough. Her backside was well punished. But he 
figured, also, that she was as hot as she could safely be. He didn't want 
her to lose her sanity over sex. 

"Please!" Emmy sobbed. Her voice had begun to beg when she talked. "DO 
something to me? Fuck me in my asshole or my pussy. Make me suck you! Make 
me do anything you want me to do! Slap me around, make me kiss your feet! 
OWWWW, just do something to me, please?" 

Frank moved up over her. He practically sat on her face, but he pressed his 
balls against her half-open mouth. 

"Lick them all over!" he snapped. "Don't stop 'til they're dripping wet!" 

"Lick up in back!" he growled at her. He let his voice drop a couple of 
tones. 

Emmy's tongue shot to the back of his balk and she began to suck at the 
little concentration of curly black hair there. She pulled the hairs through 
her lips and then sucked on them again. 

"Move it back! Lick my ass!" he said. 

He slid forward and planted his ass down on her mouth. Her tongue shot so 
far up into him it felt like a finger. She began to wiggle it around. His 
cock threatened to explode over the wall in back of the bed, so he eased his 
ass off her face and moved down until the pink head pressed into her mouth. 

"Just pretend that's a big, round lollipop!" he snarled. 

Emmy sucked his cock in like she was a vacuum cleaner. She began to work her 
head back and forth while she swirled her tongue. Her slurping sounds could 
be heard all over the room, Frank was groaning. Emmy was acting like she was 
on dope, or something. The strapping of her backside had taken had obviously 
done something to her pussy. Perhaps it was the feel of heat on the skin. He 
wondered how it would be to experience such a thing. 

"Now suck it all the way down!" he said, continuing to use a snarling voice 
that seemed to suit her mood right now. 

To his surprise, when he jabbed forward, her mouth and throat were so open 
her sank all the way to his nuts on the first shove. She began to work her 
throat muscles tightly on him. And when he tried to pull up so she could get 
air, her mouth seemed to clutch him and pull him back down, as though she 
were afraid to let it go. 

"Ohhhhh!" Frank sighed. "Shit, I never got my cock sucked like THAT!" 

He yanked his dick out of her mouth and looked down at her. Her sweet young 
face had transformed itself into a mask of lust. Her mouth was still open 
and her tongue continued to search for a taste of his cock. Saliva was 
smeared from her nose to her chin. She had never given him such a wet suck 
job. 

"More!" she began to groan. "Please! Please give me some more and I'll do 
anything for you!" Her ass began to grind into the mattress again and he 
knew she was feeling a delicious heat against net blistered asscheeks. 

He moved down and looked at her pussy. The thighs were pressed together, 
since her bound feet allowed her little leg movement. He reached down and 
grabbed the squirming vagina and parted the pussy lips. They were puffed up 
with heat, and inside the pinker flesh was running with juices. 

"Put something in there!" Emmy cried. "Your tongue! Your fingers! Your cock! 
ANYTHING!" 

Frank leaned down and rubbed his tongue up the slit of her pussy. The heat 
that came from her almost burned his lips. 

He reached down and untied her feet. When they were free, she immediately 
pulled her thighs back, inviting him to do what he liked with her pussy. 

Frank stayed down on her cunt for several minutes. He put her legs over his 
shoulders and continued to eat her while she bucked her pelvis into his 
face. 

"EAT IT! EAT IT!" she kept crying, over and over. 

He grabbed her buttocks and began probing in with his tongue-hard. 

"EEEAAAHH!" Emmy cried. 

Then he slid a finger down into her rotating crack and stabbed the asshole. 
He pushed the finger all the way in, as far as it would go. 

"GAGGGHH!" Emmy shrieked, grinding her pelvis harder. "FUCK ME IN BOTH HOLES 
AT ONCE!" She pinched and pulled her clit with both hands at once while he 
continued to tongue her and fuck his finger in and out of her rear channel, 
She began to squeeze her ass around his finger, urging him to stick it in 
further. 

Frank pulled his mouth out of her cunt and continued to wiggle the finger 
for a moment. Then he pulled his finger out of her ass and crawled onto his 
knees between her spread thighs. He held his cock against her pussy for a 
moment, rubbing the head lightly up and down the lips. Her crotch began to 
shove against it, but her hands and arms were still bound behind her and she 
couldn't move forward much. 

"Put it in! Put it in! PLEASE! OH, PLEASE!" she begged. 

He shook his head back and forth slowly. 

"OHHHH! PLEASE!" she moaned, almost insane with desire for his fat rod. 

"Tell me how much you love my cock," he said. 

"I love it! Oh, I really do love it! I'd do anything for it!" 

"Would you beg on your hands and knees for it?" 

"Yes!" 

"Would you sell your pussy to strange men on street corners for it?" 

"Yes, YES!" 

She had begun to thrash from side to side, her arms pulled tightly above her 
head, her breasts stretched upward. Her legs were flailing around in every 
direction. She constantly pulled her knees up to her chin and let her thighs 
slowly separate. The pussy was snapping for cock. 

"Would you fuck your father for it?" 

Her eyes suddenly looked straight at him. 

"What?" 

"Would you fuck Art? Would you fuck your own father for my cock?" 

His question shocked her. 

"I-I don't know-" 

He pulled his cock away from her clutching cunt. He started to get off the 
bed. 

"NO! DON'T GO AWAY!" she pleaded. "ALL RIGHT, YES, I'D FUCK MY FATHER! I 
WOULD! I'D FUCK HIM! NOW GIVE IT TO ME!" 

He grabbed her legs, shoved them all the way back and, with no further 
preliminary, he plugged her asshole and slammed into her rectum with 
shattering force. 

Emmy's mouth flew open and a loud scream came from her throat. Her breasts 
began to heave up and down. They were barely noticeable when she lay on her 
back, and her ribs could be seen clearly against her sides. Still, her legs 
and ass were shapely and soft. 

Frank pulled almost all the way out and shoved again. This time the scream 
became a low moan of rapture. 

"AGGHH!" Emmy moaned, feeling him plug her butt time after time. "YESSSS! 
FUCK MY ASS! FUCK IT OFF!" 

He began to slam it hard and fast. She continued to tear at her clit. 

"YOUR FINGERS!" she wailed. "GIVE ME YOUR FINGERS!" 

He wet three fingers 'and began working them into her cunt. Her legs were 
over his shoulders and he had perfect leverage for the ass fuck. It was fun 
to play with her snatch at the same time. Little by little, he worked the 
fingers up inside her burning hole. 

"AGGGGH, SHOVE THEM IN!" she grunted, wiggling her ass on his fat pole. 
"FUCK ME. IN BOTH HOLES AT ONCE!" 

Christ, he thought, she'd be sucking me at the same time if we could work it 
out! He realized, with a little twinge of guilt, that he would be leaving 
her a highly charged sexual being when it came time for them to part 
company. And he knew that this little adventure couldn't last forever. All 
he cared about for now, though, was the exquisite pleasure of having this 
little girl at his command. He knew now that anything he did with her would 
be all right, as long as she was turned on. And apparently there was nothing 
on earth that didn't turn her on. 

"I'm gonna cream you now," he said. "I can't hold the fucking stuff back. 
It's gonna squirt back out of your asshole before I get through with you!" 

"Yes, yes, cream me!" she cried. "I'm coming too! I've already come a couple 
of times! But this one's the best!" She continued to tear at her clit and 
thrash her body, although he kept her asshole completely impaled while he 
pumped hard for his climax. 

"Owwww, shoot!" she wailed. "Shoot NOW! Give it to me hard! I'm-I'm-I'M 
EXPLODING! AHHHHHH! UNNNGH! OWWWW!" 

Frank let go and began to shoot into her asshole. He was groaning and 
gasping. It was the biggest load he could ever remember shooting. Emmy was 
bucking against him so hard he had to hold her steady or she would have 
knocked him over backwards. Finally, his cream stopped spurting and he held 
himself inside while she finished squeezing his cock and fingers. He pulled 
oat finally and sat back. 

"You calmed down now?" he asked. 

"Yes, Uncle Frank," she replied. "Thank you." 

He untied her hands and removed the knots from the headboard and footboard 
of the bed. 

"Better get dressed now. We have to haul ass out of here." 

"Awwww, I'm so sick of running!" Emmy said. She started to cry. 

Frank went to her side and put his arm around her shoulder. 

"Come on now, sugar, don't take it like that. I promise you can go back home 
soon." 

"But what was the point of all this, anyway?" she sobbed, resting her head 
on his chest. "It's so silly." 

"Yes," he said, thoughtfully. "I guess it was silly all right. Just say I 
was trying to get even with somebody for hurting me. I don't know why I 
waited so long, or what I could have been thinking of." 

They were still in that position, naked on the bed, holding each other, when 
a key turned in the lock and four people entered the room: Art, Marge, Tim, 
and the desk keeper of the motel. 

Art rushed across the room in a blind fury. He grabbed Frank by the arm and 
yanked him off the bed. 

"You child fucker!" Art bellowed. Then his fist swung out and he punched 
Frank in the jaw. Frank fell back onto the floor, out like a light. 

Marge, Art, and Frank sat in an elegant little restaurant near the motel. It 
was quiet, and they'd left Tim and Emmy behind. It was time for the grownups 
to have a long talk, and Marge had done most of the talking. Presently she 
had just finished telling the two men who Emmy's real father was. Frank took 
the news worse than Art. 

"My God! My God!" he whispered hoarsely. "What have I done? My own 
daughter?" 

Marge turned to Art. 

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way. Frank have been seeing each other 
ever since you [ got married. Emmy came along at a time when you 
were-well-impotent. You might have figured it out for yourself." 

Art looked at the tablecloth for a long time. Then he looked back at Marge. 

"Then what do we do about all this mess?" 

"I want to go away with Frank," Marge said, matter-of-factly. "As long as 
Emmy thinks Art is her real father, she might as well continue living with 
him. Frank needn't be punished for what he did. He was trying to-well-to 
hurt me, weren't you Frank?" 

Frank nodded. His jaw wasn't working too well and he spoke as little as 
possible. 

"All right," Art said. "I agree. We can even divorce." 

They were surprised that he took to the suggestion so fast. They didn't know 
what he knew that Emmy knew. 

Chapter Twelve 

Tim and Emmy had been swimming when the adults went off to dinner. They had 
preferred to stay behind, and Marge was glad. Emmy was glad, too. It had 
been an awful mess at first. But Mama had finally gotten Daddy calmed down 
and Uncle Frank had recovered from the sock on the jaw. And they'd promised 
to bring hamburgers back from the restaurant for Emmy and Tim-their favorite 
food. 

Tim was a couple of years older than Emmy but at that moment he seemed 
almost shy. When they went back to the room Emmy went in to use the shower 
and Tim quickly stripped and put a towel around his waist. They were never 
more formal than this around each other. 

Emmy came out of the shower, also dressed in a large towel. She had partly 
dried her hair and it hung down, damp, over her shoulders. Tim looked at her 
for a little while. He was having trouble realizing that Emmy had been 
involved in the sorts of things he'd heard his parents accuse Uncle Frank 
of, but now that he took a good look at her, walking around the room half 
naked, it was easy to see that she was looking a lot like a woman. 

"Just one thing-" Tim said hesitantly, postponing his own shower-"did you 
REALLY do al! the things Dad accused you of?" 

Emmy giggled. 

"Well, Uncle Frank taught me a lot!" 

"He should go to prison!" 

Emmy was touched that her brother seemed to take such a defensive attitude 
toward her. 

"Oh, it wasn't all his fault, Tim. He got me interested-" 

"Interested? In making out with an old man?" 

Emmy was amused at his prudishness. 

"Oh, come off it, Tim. He isn't all that old. Besides, you act like somebody 
who's never done any of those things-" 

She noticed his deep blush. His complexion was fairer than hers-more like 
their mother's. Then an idea hit her. 

"TIM! YOU MEAN YOU NEVER-YOU'RE A-" 

"OH, SHUT UP!" he threw back at her. He looked miserable. Emmy came and sat 
down beside him on the bed. 

"I'm surprised, that's all. I know so many girls who really like you-" 

Tim had obviously never discussed his predicament with anyone else. He was 
glad to have somebody to discuss it with at last. 

"Oh, Emmy, it isn't that I don't like girls and all-it's just that-well, 
when the time comes to get something started I just kind of-chicken out. I 
guess I'm just too shy!" 

Emmy nodded her head. She had made up her mind. 

"Tim, if nothing else good has come of my trip with Uncle Frank, at least 
I've had a lot of experience. And I think your problem is that you don't 
have any self-confidence. That's only natural, seeing as how you've never 
had a-an experience. Look, I can show you almost everything you need to know 
myself!" 

Emmy immediately reached out and shoved her hand under his towel. 

"HEY! What are you DOING?" Tim said, jumping back. 

Emmy grabbed his towel at the waist and yanked it from him. His body she was 
familiar with-Tim had always been a swimmer and a lifeguard, and he was 
muscular and smooth and tanned, but she didn't know what he carried between 
his legs. She was surprised. 

"Tim! It's so BIG!" Emmy cried. She quickly grabbed hold of his cock while 
he struggled to get away from her. 

"Come on, sis, STOP IT!" he shouted, "Somebody might come in! What's gotten 
into you?" 

Emmy was strong. She made a dive and forced him back on the bed. Her own 
towel fell off when she did, and the two of them were nude and thrashing. 

"Come on, stupid, relax!" Emmy said. "You'll never learn anything if you 
don't start somewhere!" He was sitting up and she pushed him down flat 
again. His cock was soft, but it was fat and showed promise ,of getting very 
large indeed when it was hard. She grabbed the shaft and plunged the head of 
his prick into her mouth. 

"Hey, cut it out!" Tim howled. He tried to push her face away, but she had 
already gone all the way down on him and was sucking hard. He'd never had 
this sensation before. His cock, in fact, had never felt anything on it but 
his own fist. He had to admit the feeling was terrific! 

Emmy slurped away on Tim's cock, and in a little while the tanned boy 
relaxed and let her have her way. As long as she wanted to suck it, he 
reasoned, he shouldn't be embarrassed by the way it was getting stiff. And 
he couldn't imagine anyone ever doing it better! 

Suddenly, Emmy changed positions and scrooched her pelvis up next to his 
face. She pulled her throat off his rod. 

"Look between my legs and you'll find all kinds of good things, Tim," she 
said. "If you want to, you can run your mouth around there." 

She went back to his cock, sucking furiously. She planned to time it so that 
he wouldn't come until she'd had a chance to get it into her pussy. With a 
little luck, she might even get another orgasm out of it herself. Then, to 
her surprise and delight, she felt his mouth close over her pussy and begin 
to lick the lips. 

"UNNNNPF!" she groaned against his pole. His tongue, for its first time out, 
was doing an expert job, she decided. He didn't have the passionate 
determination of Uncle Frank or Mr. Griffin, but she thought it wouldn't 
take him long to learn. He was very much in the experimental stage. 

Tim's mouth got a little bolder. He apparently was fascinated to be so close 
to a pussy. He instinctively pulled the lips aside and began to run his 
tongue around the outside of her steaming hole. Then he began to probe 
inside. 

Emmy groaned again and sucked him even harder and deeper. He wasn't that 
much smaller than Uncle Frank, and it was a throat full, but soon she was 
sailing all the way down to the root on every plunge. Then she felt him 
begin to stiff in up, throbbing. She pulled her mouth away from him. 

"Don't stop, sis!" he pleaded, taking his lips away from her pussy. "MAKE ME 
COME! You almost made me come! OWWW, it felt soooooo good!" 

Emmy gave him a playful slap on his rump. She pushed him onto his back again 
and crawled up over his crotch: She jiggled her tits and smiled at him. 

"Don't you think I have a nice body, Tim?" she asked. 

"Uh-yeah-you do-" he said, hesitantly. 

"You do, too. You have a really neat body, Tim." 

"You think so?" 

She reached under and grabbed his cock, guiding it to her. 

"Yeah-really neat! And you got a cock here that could drive a lot of girls 
crazy, I know. You should hear some of my friends and the way they talk. 
They'd stand in line for this!" 

She guided the head of his cock into her hole. It was already hot and open, 
running with her natural juices and the saliva he'd put there. His eyes grew 
wide when he felt himself slipping into the tight, hot, wet, tunnel. 

"What are you-" he started to say. And then, realizing exactly what she was 
doing, he closed his eyes and moaned. 

Emmy sank down until her brother's cock was all the way inside her. She 
reached back and tickled his balls at the same time. His eyes shot open and 
-he stared at her. 

"Holy shit!" Tim said. "I didn't know it felt so good! It's so HOT! And so 
WET. And TIGHT! OWWWWWW-SIS, you're getting me all fucking turned on!" 

She began to squeeze his cock with her cunt walls and make it feel like a 
thousand fingers were massaging it all over. 

"UNNNNGH!" he groaned. "I think you better take it out, sis! I think I'm 
gonna shoot!" Emmy quickly pulled off. She lay flat on her back and pulled 
her thighs back. Somehow, this made the heat in her loins even more intense. 

"Get on your knees and stick it in me, Tim! I want you to feel what it's 
like to be on top! Go ahead! Shove it in, and try to find the right hole!" 

His sister had never talked to him this way. It was like being in bed with a 
stranger. Somehow, this made it all the more exciting. She even looked 
different!" 

He got onto his knees and aimed the head of his cock at a pussy for the 
first time in his life. He pushed it between the soft little petals of her 
cunt and hoped that it would find the right spot. Then he began to sink into 
something, and he stopped. 

Emmy groaned. "UUNNHHH! Go ahead!" 

"Just-just go ahead and put it IN?" he asked. 

She almost laughed. 

"Yes! Go ahead and shove it in hard! Just the way you've always imagined you 
wanted to do! Haven't you, Tim?" 

"I-yeah-I guess so." 

"Then DO it!" 

Tim took her advice. He'd begun to accept his sole as student to his younger 
sister's teaching. He grabbed her thighs for balance and shoved into her as 
hard as he could. His balls slapped against her buttocks and his pubic hair 
was ground into her little beginning patch. From her groan he could tell 
that she liked what he did. 

"Was that all right?" he asked. 

"Yes," Emmy sighed. "You did that really good, Tim. Now keep pulling it 
about halfway out and slamming it back it, just as hard as you can. After a 
while, just do it the way it feels best for you!" 

Tim began to fuck her the way she told him to and he found that it was the 
best feeling he'd ever had. Her cunt was so hot it was like fucking melted 
butter. He'd heard boys at school describe this moment, but he couldn't 
believe it was as good as they said it was. He figured most of them were 
lying. Now he knew different. He started fucking faster and heard Emmy moan 
louder and louder. Her hands clasped his asscheeks and she seemed to be 
trying to pull him in farther. 

"OH, SLAM ME, TIM! That's the way Uncle Frank taught me to take it and like 
it! Fuck me so hard it pops out my asshole!" 

Tim couldn't believe the language she was using, but it helped him maintain 
the illusion that she was some prostitute he'd picked up and taken to a That 
had often been his masturbation fantasy, and this was so close it was 
fantastic! 

Emmy felt him begin to fuck her like he meant it. She knew he was getting 
used to the feel of her cunt. After a while, he was alternating his tempo to 
increase his pleasure, and his cock was getting harder and harder. 

"AAAHHH TIM, OH GOD, IT'S SO GOOOODDD!" 

The thought of having her brother's virgin cock in her pussy made her almost 
scream from pleasure. She could have kicked her ass for missing out on such 
good stuff all this time. She loved Uncle Frank at that moment, for teaching 
her about such wonderful, thrilling things as fucking and sucking. From now 
on, she decided, Tim was going to play a much bigger part in her life! 

He began to pant and grunt. 

"I-I think it's gonna-!" 

"Keep fucking me!" Emmy cried, squirming. "I'm about to get mine, too! 
Ohhhhh, SHIT! I'm starting to fall-I. I'm starting to fall-!" 

Tim was almost alarmed. His sister seemed to go insane under him. She began 
to fuck up and down on his cock faster than he could bang her. He'd heard 
the guys talk about their girls' orgasms, but none of them ever described 
the writhing, screaming, frenzied mass of flesh that his sister had turned 
into. Still, he felt something almost as powerful coming on, and he managed 
not to get dislodged from her hole, despite her writhing. He fucked until 
his ass became a blur. Soon his cum was churning and getting ready to blast. 

"AGGGGH!" Tim groaned. 

He had never felt anything as fierce as the way his balls and cock were 
beginning to erupt. His cum seemed to come up from his toes, through his ass 
and balls and making a quick turn around his stomach before it spurted out. 
Gob after gob of cum splashed his sister's cunt, which was clutching him so 
hard he almost passed out. "AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! UGGGH! AH, Shit! Shit! OW!" 

Emmy, even in the throes of her orgasm, could see that he was passing out. 
She pulled him down on top of her and wrapped her legs around his back while 
he continued to fuck her deeply in long, agonizing, thrusts. Finally, his 
seed stopped spurting. Emmy was just calming down herself when he raised his 
head and looked at her. 

"Gripes, sis! I shot off inside you! Won't that-!?" 

Emmy laughed. 

"I know how to take care of it. Don't worry-lover boy!" 

The news was explained as calmly as possible to Emmy and Tim. Marge and 
Frank planned to marry. Tim and Emmy were encouraged to live with their 
father-so that they could continue going to school with their old friends. 

Somehow, Art didn't mind anymore the thought that Emmy would socialize with 
Fluffy. He didn't say a word. 

Tim took the news calmly, especially after Marge told them that she and 
Frank would be visiting often, and the kids could do the same. 

Emmy was crushed! As good as Tim was, she was going to miss her uncle's 
cock. But, anyway, there might be more going around their little town than 
she had ever imagined. She was sure Fluffy could fill her in. 

She remembered Fluffy telling her about fucking her father. She turned beet 
red at the memory. She was sure she would never be able to discuss it with 
him. 

"Well," Marge said, "if everything's settled, we'd better get going. The 
manager here is just furious about what he saw when he opened the door. I 
promised him we'd all be gone by midnight." 

Emmy and Tim got into Art's car and Marge and Frank drove away in the one 
he'd just bought. 

Chapter Thirteen 

Frank had never been happier. Now that sex with Emmy was out of his system, 
he found Marge more desirable than ever. Plus the shock of finding out that 
Emmy was his daughter. He didn't see how he could ever think of having sex 
with another young girl. At least he told himself, I didn't know I was her 
father! 

Marge coaxed a few confessions out of him, as they drove along, about things 
he'd done with Emmy. After the first couple, it wasn't so hard to talk about 
it. He was proud of the way Marge didn't get particularly upset with him. 

"Well, it's partly MY fault, you know. I should have told you a long time 
ago that she was your daughter," 

Then Marge made her own confession: 

"I haven't exactly been pure as new-fallen snow, you know. The detective I 
hired to find you-I didn't want the police involved-he got me into a pretty 
far-out game one afternoon." 

"What was that?" Frank asked, with no jealousy. After all, the purpose of 
his visit had actually been to screw Marge, and he'd cheated her by running 
off with Emmy. 

"Well," Marge said, licking her lips and smiling, "he made me pretend I was 
his Mama and wanted me to punish him for being a 'bad boy.' I had to use a 
strap across his ass-" 

Frank's cock began to press against the material of his slacks. He couldn't 
believe she was telling him this story. Ever since he'd seen the way Emmy 
got turned on when he punished her, he'd wondered how a belt would feel 
across his ass. Now Marge was telling him that a man had asked her to use 
one on him. He listened to the rest of her story, then described the 
punishment scene that had gone on in the motel and the way Emmy had reacted 
to it. 

"She got so hot-" he said. "-I wondered what it was all about." 

Marge could remember vividly how excited she'd gotten when she saw the red 
welts on DeFore's ass and knew that she had put them there. Now Frank was 
telling her that he'd like to experiment with the same thing. She was more 
glad than ever that Frank had taken Emmy away. Except for that incident, she 
and Frank would probably never have away to start a new life together. And 
they wouldn't be talking now about the delicious little "special" things 
they could do to keep their life spiced up. Also, she would never have met 
DeFore. 

As far as Emmy's virginity was concerned, Marge was philosophical about it. 
She knew the class of girls around town Emmy's age, and she wondered 
sometimes how Emmy had managed to keep so innocent for so long. If it had to 
happen sooner or later anyway, she was just as glad Emmy had been broken in 
by her father. A girl, she figured, could do worse! 

"I have a confession to make," Marge said after a while. "I sent away to one 
of those mail-order houses for leather panties and a leather bra. I also 
inquired about the prices of whips." 

Frank shuddered visibly while he drove. He had a mental picture of Marge, 
dressed in the items die ordered, with black leather boots to top it off! 
Her long hair would be flowing over her shoulders and breasts, and her 
little round belly would be heaving and sweating from exertion as she 
brought the whip down again and again across his back. His cock would be 
getting harder-harder-harder- 

"Look out!" Marge said. Frank had swerved into another lane and was running 
head on towards a big truck. He quickly righted the car and whistled through 
his teeth. 

"Look, Marge," he said. "I've gotten so horny with all that talk about 
ass-whipping and all, I can't even concentrate on my driving. Isn't there 
some way we can get our clothes off and do a few things?" 

Marge thought for a moment. 

"Yes," she said. "I believe there is. We're in no particular hurry, so why 
don't we check into a motel extra early and spend the afternoon and night 
there. A pool would be fun-later." 

His cock throbbed heavily against his leg. Marge noticed and put her hand on 
it. 

"There, there," she cooed, "go back to sleep for a little while. Mama will 
wake you when it's time to see her." 

Frank's cock gave another jerk. Her words were really lighting his fire. He 
kept on the lookout for motel signs. A well-known, well-advertised chain had 
a single tenant in this area. He pulled off at the exit and drove to the 
motel. They both had luggage, and there was no embarrassment at all about 
registering them as man and wife. They would be soon, anyway. 

They unlocked the door to their room and went inside. It was a sumptuous 
place, considering its location and price. They embraced each other for a 
few minutes, kissing and running their hands all over each other's bodies. 
Then Frank pulled away and began pulling his polo shirt over his head. Marge 
quickly slipped out of her dress. Frank's shirt came over his head and when 
he saw her he almost fainted! 

She was wearing black stockings, which he'd noticed before, but they were 
held up by a black garter belt. Pulled over the garter belt were black 
bikini panties. Her breasts were encased in a black brassiere. 

Marge giggled. 

"I thought you'd be surprised, You see, ever since that day with DeFore, 
these are the only under things I feel comfortable wearing. And they make me 
sort of-well, you know!" 

Frank nodded his head and continued stripping. When he was completely nude, 
Marge giggled again. 

"And I have something else-in my suitcase!" 

She opened her large suitcase, rummaged through a few things, and came out 
holding the black, leg-hugging leather boots with the stiletto heels. They 
were in a clear plastic bag. 

"I don't know WHY I brought these," she said, dangling the bag at Frank, 
"but I just like to have them near me. For the last couple of days, at 
least. 

Frank's mouth fell open. His cock began to rise up and out from his crotch. 

"Put them on!" he whispered. 

While she was putting the boots on, he went to one of the double beds and 
removed the sheets. He sat on the other bed and tied his feet together, 
knotting the sheet expertly. Marge was in her boots now. Her outfit was as 
bizarre as he'd ever seen in real life. His heart pounded as he stared at 
her, her red hair falling over her shoulders. She looked like an Amazon 
huntress. All she needed was a bow and arrow-or a BELT! 

"What are you doing?" Marge asked, "Tie my wrists together-notice how I tied 
my ankles and do it the same way. Use the end of this other sheet. Tie my 
wrists TIGHT!" 

There was an urgency in his voice. She looked closely at the way he'd bound 
his feet and imitated the knots perfectly around his wrists. 

"Now tie me to the foot of the bed and then the head. Stretch me tight!" 

Marge attached the other ends of the sheets to the brass headboards and 
footboards of the bed. She did his arms first, and when she secured his feet 
she pulled with all her might and stretched him as much as she could. 

"Okay, now," Frank said, looking up at her, "take my belt off my trousers 
and come back here and use it on me!" 

Marge smiled and did what he said. She was almost trembling with excitement! 
She returned to the bed and stood over him. Her smile had vanished and she 
gave him a mean look. 

"Mama's little boy has been very, VERY bad, hasn't he?" 

Frank thought about the ways he'd used Emmy-his own daughter. 

"Yes," he said, "Mama's boy has been very, very bad! If you don't punish me, 
you don't love me!" 

Marge put the belt down. She got on her knees beside him and managed to haul 
him onto his stomach. Then she picked up the belt and stood up behind him. 
The mattress sank heavily. 

Marge raised her arm and swung. 

"OWWWWW!" Frank groaned in pain. He shoved his face into the pillow, the way 
Emmy had done when he treated her the same way. 

THWACK! THWACK! THWANG! FFFFFFFT! SMACK! 

The hair on his buttocks was a fine brushing. The red welts started rising 
up immediately, under the silky hairs. 

Marge had never noticed how tender his skin was. He showed every mark of the 
belt immediately and severely. His buttocks twitched each time she swung 
down, but no sound came from his throat. His face was still buried in the 
pillow. 

Her last blow on his ass was an especially severe one. 

"AEEEEEY!" he groaned, raising his head. "OH, SHIT! I THINK I'M GONNA CREAM 
THE BEDSPREAD!" 

Marge, her pussy on fire, crouched down and flipped him over again. She was 
panting from excitement, and her eyes were glazed. Frank's face was almost 
in an expression of panic. He stared at her, then down at his cock. She 
looked and saw the fat pole waving and throbbing wildly in the air. 

"It's-it's GONNA-!" 

Marge doubled the belt and gave a swing. The black leather caught the cock 
and whacked it across the side. Frank gave out a groan, but the fat pole 
stopped throbbing and seemed to quiet down. 

Marge climbed up over Frank's crotch and grabbed the shaft around the base. 
She let the head rub against her nylon-encased lips. She was facing him, and 
he stared into her eyes with an expression of desire and fear. Then he 
closed his eyes and gave a loud groan. 

"OH, MY GODDD!" he wailed. "It's true! It's true! Emmy was right! My ass is 
on fire, and it's making my cock so hard I think it's gonna split in two!" 

Marge could see him grind his buttocks into the bedspread. She stood up and 
slowly removed her panties. It took a little balance to stand on the bed 
again, in her high-heeled boots, but she worked her way up over him until 
her pussy was directly above his face. He stared up at the hairy cunt and 
his mouth watered. 

"Please!" he whimpered. "Please, Mama! Give me your pussy to suck!" 

Marge squatted halfway. She brought her pussy close enough to tantalize him, 
but she wouldn't let it touch his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and moved 
it back and forth. She slowly, slowly, came down until just the tip was able 
to rub lightly across his lips. 

"Yessss!" Marge hissed. Her pussy was burning so hotly she needed his tongue 
to help cool it off. She sank harder against his mouth and his tongue shot 
into the hole. He began to lick and suck her cunt ravenously, in the same 
mad way that Emmy had eaten him only hours before. The burning from the 
welts on his butt was driving him into a frenzy! His whole crotch seemed to 
be on fire, and his cock felt like nitroglycerin. One jiggle, and it would 
blow sky high. 

"UNNNNNGH!" Marge groaned. She grabbed his hair and yanked it while she 
ground her cunt against his mouth. "EAT ME, YOU MISERABLE PIG!" 

Frank's body began to wiggle against the binds. His cock, almost as 
sensitive now as an eyeball, was frantically searching for something to go 
into. He tore his mouth away from her pussy. 

"PLEASE!" he wailed. "PLEASE LET ME FUCK YOU! I CANT STAND MUCH MORE OF 
THIS!" 

"SHUT UP AND SUCK ME!" she growled, forcing his face back onto her hole. 
"FROM NOW ON YOU'LL FUCK WHEN I TELL YOU-YOU CAN FUCK! YOU'LL SUCK WHEN I 
TELL YOU! YOU'LL FETCH ME YOUR BELT AND BEG ME TO BEAT YOUR ASS WITH IT! NOW 
SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!" 

He tongued her pussy madly. He pulled out of her hole from time to time to 
massage her clit with his lips, then dived back. Marge began to grind her 
pussy back and forth on his hungry mouth. She was getting close to her 
orgasm and knew she wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, Oh, if Art 
only sucked me this good, I wouldn't have needed his cock! she thought. 

This situation could work out beautifully, she realized, grinding her pelvis 
so hard against his face she cut off most of his breathing. 

Frank needs to have his sexual appetites directed. Thank God I found out he 
wanted to be my slave! 

Marge knew she'd be able to give him what no young girls would ever be able 
to! The discipline of a mature woman! 

"GET YOUR TONGUE IN YOU CUNTLAPPING PIG!" she screamed. "IT'S ABOUT TO COME! 
EAT ME! LAP IT UP! SUCK HARDER, YOU FUCKING PUSSY SNIFFER! YOU GODDAMNED 
SNIVELING WORM. GET IN THERE! NOW! NOW! NOW USE YOUR TONGUE! TONGUE IT! 
TONGUE IT! AGGGHHHHH!!" 

Marge almost collapsed when she felt her dam break. Her thighs grew wobbly 
as she held herself in position over his sucking mouth, holding his hair for 
balance and almost pulling it out by the roots. 

Something wet hit her buttocks and the small of her back. She turned her 
head and saw his cock exploding with jet after jet of thick, hot cream. It 
was spouting out like a geyser, landing in huge puddles on his hairy stomach 
and chest, then onto her backside. 

"YOU DIRTY, DISGUSTING THING!" Marge snarled. She pulled her pussy, which 
was still convulsing deliciously, away from his face and turned around. 
"LICK THAT CUM OFF MY ASS!" 

When she felt his tongue making sweeping movements across her buttocks, 
licking up every trace of the heavy cream he had deposited there, she 
smiled. 

No, there won't be any more trouble keeping Frank in line! 

Emmy went to bed as soon as she and Tim and Art arrived at the house. It had 
been an exhausting trip with Uncle Frank and all she wanted to do now was 
sleep, sleep, sleep. 

About three in the morning she felt a movement beside her and her eyes flew 
open. She wondered who was in bed with her. 

Oh! Tim, of course! she thought, moving her hand over to touch his body. She 
touched a hairy chest instead, and jerked her hand away. 

"DADDY!" she cried aloud. 

Art took her hand and directed it down his already stiff rod. He forced her 
fingers around it. Then his own hand shot to the waistband of her pajamas 
and worked its way down to her pussy. 

"DADDY, DONT!" Emmy cried. He was naked, obviously, and the thought of being 
intimate with him frightened her. "WITH FRANK IT WAS DIFFERENT-HE WAS ONLY 
MY-BUT YOU'RE MY-!" She found herself at a loss for words. 

Art pulled her pajama bottoms down and crawled up over her. 

"Cut the 'Daddy' crap. From now on, you'll just have to get used to calling 
me your Old Uncle Art!" 

"But I don't understand-OHHHHH!" 

Art was already burying himself in her pussy. 


End
