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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: longsumm.txt
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story_codes: MMM/g(11), incest, interracial, nc, cons

story_intro: It's another hot and sticky night in Alabama during the 1950's, nearly enough to drive a man to desperation when he's alone with his young niece. When a brief but violent thunder shower passes by, it unleashes another storm from inside the man, leaving the girl at the mercy of God's elements.

story_language: English




Long Summer Nights

Written by madvlad


	"And it should be a relatively cool ninety-two degrees in Montgomery and the surrounding areas tonight with temperatures tomorrow returning to..."

	The voice cut off abruptly when Dan Willits stabbed the radio button on the dash. Another sweltering night in Alabama, which wasn't what he would call news in July. And being hundred miles west of Montgomery in Marengo County wasn't going to be very different in the baked humidity in these parts.

	Being a lifelong resident, Dan was used to getting through this weather but what was setting him on edge was the passenger to his right as his 1954 Oldsmobile bounced down the dirt road, raising a plume of dust behind it. Being only four years old, the car ran great and had the suspension adjusted a bit to account for some of the rougher roads in this district.

	Dan and his wife, Doris, had never been able to have children of their own. It never bothered Dan much as he had limited patience with little kids although he could stand his nieces and nephews in short durations such as family gatherings. 

	But Doris had a slew of sisters and they made up for their eldest sister's barren state by popping kids out quicker than Dan could spit watermelon seeds. Just after the Fourth of July, Doris had gone down to Mobile to help with a sister who had just delivered twins after squirting out another pair fourteen months earlier. That raised the total to seven young ones in that immediate family and Doris had cooed in her sweet voice at how understanding Dan was in allowing her to help her poor sister handle her brood.

	Maybe sewing that sister's cunt shut may keep a lid on the population boom in that house, Dan fumed inwardly. That wasn't a very charitable thought for a churchgoing man, but it was what it was and even Jesus had never had to bear the cross of overly gravid sisters-in-law.

	Now Dan was quite capable of caring for himself but Doris' departure had left him with another one of her nieces. Junie had just turned eleven at the end of June and had been sent to live with them while her parents were "working out their difficulties". The other kids in that family were too young to understand what was happening but everyone (which didn't include Dan since he was never asked) agreed that it would be best for the oldest girl to live elsewhere so she would not witness her parents' faults before her eyes.

	Oh, Junie was a pretty quiet thing, not prone to making mischief. But the girl came from a poor family and the few dresses she had were a couple of years old. They had been fine when she was nine or so, but the girl's recent growth spurts had pulled the hems a little higher above her knees than they should be. And although the girl was slender, the well-worn cotton of her dresses tended to hug her torso, particularly where two small buds had seemed to perk out from nowhere. 

	Those little things weren't much and Dan had no idea how much growth warranted a brassiere. Hell, it was nothing for a man to be concerned about. Junie obviously didn't have a bra as evidenced by the way her baby titties poked at her dresses. She didn't seem to notice them but they had started Dan down the Primrose path of noticing everything about her. She was unmindful of how her movements made her slightly too short hem ride and show off her thighs and occasional flashes of her panty clad butt and pubic area. And wouldn't you know it but she was outgrowing those so those brief views showed her uncle every contour of her private areas. 

	At first, Dan would jerk away and studiously ignore the girl but now he had taken to watching her, even eagerly anticipating a panty display or maybe a position that pressed the front of her dress against those delightful young buds. This conflicted with the guilt that nagged at him and made him beg forgiveness from the Lord at night and doubly so in church every Sunday.

	It had gotten worse since Doris went away for a few months. They had settled into a routine of having sex once or maybe twice a month and he hadn't gone that long without her yet to be uncontrollably horny after a mere two and half weeks. But now he had to contend with this unwitting vixen tempting him constantly.

	"Straighten your dress, girl," he growled for the umpteenth time. "You've got to be mindful of how you look instead of wantonly showing off your goods to men who might be tempted to stray toward wickedness."

	"Yes, Uncle Dan," Junie murmured as she tried to tug her dress an inch or two lower down her thighs. 

	Junie wished he wasn't always so cross with her. She knew her dresses were kind of small but Mama and Papa couldn't always afford new ones. But Uncle Dan was a deacon in the church - a respected man - and if he said something was sinful, he would know. She didn't understand why her body was so wicked now. 

	Maybe it had something to do with those bumps on her chest that Mama said she was becoming a young woman. Junie didn't see the big deal; in fact she found them quite annoying because they were so sensitive. She hadn't grown any hair between her legs or had those monthly flows that her mama had spoken to her about, which was just fine with Junie. This whole "young woman" thing with chest bumps and hair and flows and sinfulness because your dress was too short was quite a bother.

	Without further comment, Dan pulled the car over to the side of the road. On the other side were wild bushes of huge blueberries that were always the best in these parts. Mrs. Harlan, a widow who lived near Dan and Doris was going to teach Junie how to make pies tomorrow and had asked the girl to pick some berries beforehand. 

	A deep rolling noise in the sky above made Dan look up. Dark clouds were gathering - a sign of one of those pop-up storms that came around in the heat of the summer. They could rain pretty fiercely, but at least it cooled things off by a few degrees. 

	"You'd better get a move on," he said to Junie. "Don't want you getting caught in the rain and getting water all over in my car."

	"Yes, Uncle Dan," she replied and hopped out with her basket. 

	Dan eyed the girl as she ran across the street, her hem climbing to show off her legs. Then she set to work, plucking the ripe fruit. At one point, she had her back to him as she was picking some low berries, showing off a small young bottom nearly as ripe as the fruit. Dan suddenly realized he was rubbing himself - something he caught himself doing a lot recently when watching or even thinking about Junie. This time, he didn't bother to stop until the girl disappeared from view as she went deeper into the brush.

	In the distance, just across the field from where Junie was doing her picking, was a ramshackle wooden building with garish, colored electric lights strung outside. It was a juke joint, one of those places the blacks went to indulge in their ungodly music and drink their way into lustful frenzies. There had been a scandal a few years back one county over when a young white woman had been seen going into another such place. This was no place for a white - especially a white female - to be. No doubt that every buck in the place wanted to get a piece of her.

	Dan's imagination found Junie moving too close to the juke joint, unmindful of the danger until strong black hands grabbed her and tore at her clothes. Then her coltish legs were spread as she was...

	A sharp peal of thunder broke the lurid reverie and Dan blinked as fat drops of rain pelted the car.

	"Junie!" he yelled. "Get back here now!"

	As he hurriedly rolled up his window, Dan could not see a sign of her. Then he leaned over and quickly rolled up the passenger window, cursing the girl who would be tracking water and mud into his car. With the rain at full roar, Dan could do nothing but sit and pound on the horn to get Junie out. When she finally appeared, she was completely soaked, splashing mud as she crossed the road. 

	Irate, Dan flew out of the car, confronting the girl by the radiator. As he yelled at her inattentiveness to the weather, he couldn't help noticing how the sopping thin cotton of her dress was plastered against her titty buds. They weren't much, but they looked like they could use a squeeze between a finger and a thumb. The dress was pale yellow and he could see the pink of her nipples through the wet cloth. As he told her off, flashes of carnal thoughts arced across his mind like an artillery barrage.

	"You didn't listen, did you?"

	Damn, those things look firm.

	"You never listen - one ear and out the other!"

	Bet they'd jiggle a bit, though.

	"Are you stupid or selfish?"

	Her dress is soaked - are her panties that way too?

	"And now you stand here like a whore in your tight dress."

	Perfectly tight - just like her panties.

	"You enjoy tempting me into damnation."

	She'd be perfectly tight inside her panties, too.

	"Girls like you - so full of sin!"

	She should be full of cock.

	And fueled by rage and lust and the bellowing storm, Dan broke down all barriers.

	"Well, I'll show you what sin is all about, girl!"

	He grabbed Junie and pulled her to him. The girl was weeping piteously but it did nothing to stop Dan as he took the collar of her dress and his hands and yanked it open. Buttons shot from Junie's dress, landing and disappearing in the mud as her upper body was laid bare, exposing her new breasts to a man for the first time. 

	The preteen yelped as her uncle took hold of her modest mounds and gave them long, sharp squeezes that made her nipples swell a bit. They immediately popped back to their natural shape when he let them go.

	Then Dan threw the girl onto the hood of his car, lying face-up as he leaned over her and attacked one budding mound with his teeth. Junie wailed as he bit at the tiny titlet, sucking on the soft flesh while clamping his teeth and lashing her nipples with his tongue. At the same time, he groped her under her dress, touching her unmentionables as he tugged at her panties. The cloth was old, well-worn and stretched and it came apart in the man's hard fingers. Junie squirmed as he felt her where she was no longer covered, his hand mashing the hairless mound of her sex while he now gnawed on her other little bud. 

	When Dan jerked his head and hands away, Junie hoped her strange and unnerving punishment was over. But then her uncle flung the hem of her dress up, exposing her bald cunny to the warm rain and the hotter gaze of his eyes. He pulled his pants open and aimed a larger, hardened version of the thing she had seen on her young brothers before. 

	"You'll not whore away your God-given purity to some man you let lift your dress," he roared. "You'll have a God-fearing man take it if you have any hope of saving your soul."

	Junie certainly didn't want to go to Hell, but she didn't know why the path to salvation meant her uncle had to do...whatever it was he was doing. And then she felt the reddish tip of Uncle Dan's penis pressing between her legs. Her lips moved wordlessly as she prayed her uncle's sudden madness was somehow the key to her salvation.

	Dan looked down as Junie's smooth young mound opened for him, clearly a sign that she was a lustful girl. She was feverishly warm on the inside where he dug further, feeling the smallness of her portal and the touch of the protective barrier just beyond it. They thin membrane seemed like it wanted to stop him, but he was going to have his young niece here and now while the heavens poured forth.

	A hard lunge snapped Junie's maidenhead, making the eleven year-old scream as her virgin pussy was opened. Dan drove in harder, feeling her blood kiss his member as her childish channel was forced to take him.

	Janie kept crying, trying to stop the thick presence that had torn her and was now pounding so deeply inside as if trying to impale her heart from below. Then her uncle pulled back, only to plow into her again. It repeated over and over, making her tightness expand as the prick forced her bloodied twat to endure the brutal grinding of thrusting hard flesh on tender young flesh.

	Lost in the moment, Dan no longer gave a damn about Junie's soul as he slid his cock in and out of the eleven year-old's bald little cunt. She was a tight, slippery fit that demanded a thorough pounding of a man's cock. Then Dan felt the spasms in his balls and emptied his seed into Junie's prepubescent womb, making the sobbing child a woman.

	Spent for the moment, Dan pulled out. Junie nearly gagged at the sight of his red dripping cock before the rain washed it. Then she regarded her own throbbing crotch and saw more blood spilling from her abused young twat, mixed with white gobs that were the hot slime she had felt injected inside of her. He stood there panting while he observed the stream of fuck juices oozing from Junie's hairless slit. 

	When she saw her uncle becoming hard again, Junie whimpered and rolled over. She tried to crawl up the windshield and top of the car, desperate to try any means of escape. But Dan caught her by the ankles and dragged her down so that her hips were resting on the front edge of the hood. Once more, he threw her dress forward, exposing her ass. Below that, he could see the delicate curves of her bald mound, so round and in need of him.

	Like the rainwater mixing with his sweat, his lust and religion lost all boundaries of distinction. Pulling her by her slim hips to draw her close, he shouted over the storm.

	"You've got to have pain if you're going to be saved, girl."

	Junie bawled at the second intrusion of her cunt. Her snug little pussy was battered anew by the plunging prick that threatened to split her apart. Oblivious to her horror, her uncle's cock churned her tender snatch and it seemed to go much longer before he ejaculated inside of her again.

	Dan stepped back, letting the rain wash his niece while his cum slithered down her slender legs. Then he froze as he saw two dark faces gaping at him from where Junie had been picking blue berries not long ago. He weighed his dilemma at having been caught deflowering his eleven year-old niece. They were only Negroes, which didn't count much in the South even if Eisenhower had sent troops to Little Rock the year before so black kids could go to school with whites. 

	But still, they would talk and he would be subject to scrutiny and whispers behind his back. Unless he paid them off or could he threaten them into silence?

	He looked at them again and noticed they weren't so interested in a white man they could blackmail but more in the white girl whose bare ass was still on display. Reading the look on their faces, Dan called out.

	"Go ahead and have a go at her. Each man once. She's got to be taught about the damnation of whoring around."

	They didn't need a second offer and approached the car, each one nodding to Dan in acknowledgement of the unspoken deal they had just made. When he watched one man's thick black fingers exploring the hairless, lily white folds of Junie's plundered little snatch, he loudly cleared his throat.

	"You know the laws, boys. Nigras have to use the back door."

	The first black man grunted in acknowledgement in this new twist of the Jim Crow laws. Dropping his pants, he hunched against the girl, pushing his large cock against the rain-moistened, pink pucker between her ass cheeks. In a daze, Junie didn't understand what was happening until the thick meat lanced through her anus. 

	She found the strength to shriek, but could little else with the large hands clasping her waist while the unbelievably hard tool bore into her guts with hurtful charges. Stunned, Junie thought she would surely break apart as the man drove deeper and deeper from behind. Something meaty slapped against her cunny but she didn't know enough that it was the man's balls.

	"How is she, Alonzo?" the second black man asked, hungrily eyeing the preteen's slim little figure as it flexed from the force of the buggery she was getting.

	"Tighter than a bay mussel and so goddamned hot in there," Alonzo rasped.

	Junie's pale little buttocks were spread by the wide, brown member that savagely moved in and out between them. Alonzo was breathing hard as he ass-raped the white child, making her understand that a Negro could be her master.

	Even Dan was impressed that Junie could take the entire monster inside her pretty young ass and his loins throbbed as he watched his niece get sodomized. With a shout, Alonzo came, inseminating the eleven year-old's rectum. Eager for his chance at the forbidden flesh, the second man quickly replaced Alonzo, driving his dick into the despoiled interior of Junie's raped anal channel. It was mesmerizing to Dan to see where the black man's and white girl's bodies were conjoined with Junie writhing as her grossly enlarged anus squeezed on her latest rapist's cock.

	As her body twisted on the hood of the car, Dan caught glimpses of one of her breast buds when her side lifted. It looked even more succulent now that it was wet and it bulged on the side when she moved the other way and pressed it back against the still-warm metal. 

	With a series of oaths, the second man came, spilling more goo into Junie's underage ass. The preteen lay with her legs splayed, unknowingly showing everyone her bludgeoned asshole as it wept the copious deposits of semen that had been roughly placed there.

	The men left, disappearing once more in to the brush. The rain was now slackening and Dan could hear the faint wail of horns from the juke joint. That was likely where Alonzo and his friend were heading although they had already had one hell of an evening.

	Dan lifted Junie from the hood and slid her into the back seat after taking an old army blanket from the trunk and covering the upholstery. Her dress was torn and still bunched up around her waist, but her shoes and socks had remained in place. It was kind of humorous and strangely sexy to Dan as he ogled his niece's used body. Her panties were still in the mud and, after a moment's consideration, he left them there for someone to find and wonder how and why a little girl's underpants had been ripped up and tossed in the road. But her basket of blueberries was still there and he took them back to the car. 

	
Back in the house, Junie staggered to her room, letting go of the her dress after she had held it in place with her hands, trying to regain some modesty after her rapes. As the wet garment fell to the floor, she dully realized she have to find some new buttons and sew them on. But for now she only wanted to sleep. Wearily, she pulled a nightgown from the dresser drawer and was just beginning to lift it over her head when it was snatched away. 

	"You won't need that any night we're alone from now on," Uncle Dan told her. 

	He was naked and she immediately fixated on the erection jutting from beneath his pubic hair. Dan walked toward her while she back away until her legs hit the foot of her bed and she fell backwards. She shivered as he climbed on top of her, but did not struggle when he parted her legs. When she felt his cock head against her hairless mound, she closed her eyes and lay still as he entered her. His hardness quickly filled her immature pussy but she only whimpered softly.

	"That's good," Dan soothed as he caressed one of her sore titlets with a surprisingly gentle touch. "You know your place now after you felt the sting of sin. And now you'll let me keep you safe from the sin of wicked strangers."

	Junie took a deep breath and exhale slowly as her uncle rutted in her small quim. When she took his sperm in her youthful womb again, he told her it was a blessing. 

	Throughout the night, he took her again and again. His movements were slow and careful with none of the harshness of that first time when the devil was howling in the storm. Now she was safe with him, they were safe together as his love shielded her from any sin as they joined. 

	With the threat to her soul lifted, her body began to respond differently as if Heaven was touching her. She gratefully took every thrust inside her prepubescent sex, thrilling at the frissons awakening in her and awaiting the hot flood that would eventually anoint her inside. It was a blessing now. He reminded her of this every time he pumped his seed into her. And she began to believe him.

	
One Week Later

	"Well Doris, you've got to do what's right by your sister," Dan said amiably into the phone on the kitchen wall. "Take whatever time you need 'cause we're all right here. Except that this niece of yours might make me fat with all of the pies she and the widow Harlan keep baking. Uh huh. Well, I love you too."

	Hanging up the house's only phone, Dan walked into the living and settled into his armchair. It wasn't long before he heard the light footfalls of Junie as she walked down the hall and entered the room. She was completely nude, as was the way she always was after dinner now. Her mini breast buds quivered as she approached him before kneeling between his legs.

	"Shall I be like those wicked French women you saw during the war?" she asked, getting a nod in return.

	Junie unzipped her uncle's fly and found him hard and ready. She wrapped her lips around him and started to suck, slowly lowering her mouth. As she continued, she increased the pace as she bobbed up and down with one hand holding the base of his dick while her other hand readied her cunny for later.

	When Dan came, she held as much as she could in her mouth, only swallowing a little. Then she knelt upright and opened her mouth, letting him see his jism there while some dribbled down her chin. Then she swallowed it all before opening her mouth against to show that she had accepted all of his first blessing of the evening.

	She stood, allowing her uncle to knead her new breasts while she fingered herself slowly. He loved watching that and she enjoyed it too. She had quickly learned that first night after they were home that her uncle wanted her to meek and obedient like a good and innocent child should be. And fortunately, he was not interested in using her rear end which had felt like overdone mashed potatoes inside by the time those other men had finished with her. 

	When he coupled with her, she now knew he was protecting her from damnation and when she felt the stirrings in her prepubescent sex, he told her that was her reward for being faithful. Now she was as faithful as could be, receiving plenty of those sensations. Late last night, something strange had happened in the dark once her uncle had taken her to bed and was mounting her again. The sensations seemed to squeeze together and she felt rapturous. 

	As she watched her uncle's penis harden again after her oral coupling, she knew it meant that he could overcome any tricks he had first encountered with those sinful French women.  She climbed in Dan's lap, positioning her hairless cunny against his prick and allowing him to lower her down. She let out a sharp gasp as she often did the first time he took her after a long day of celibacy. Then she felt her sex, now rich with her nectar, open for him and felt the first touches of salvation as she was penetrated fully. 

	She leaned forward, allowing Dan to suckle her tiny breasts while she squeezed on his member with her newly trained muscles while she moved up and down on his cock. The slick rubbing made her grow hotter and tremble before he came, inseminating her until she was overflowing. 

	Outside, the sun had dipped below the tree line. Dan took her in his arms and carried her to bed. She snuggled against him as he walked, both content and excited. It was early and there was plenty of time for him to keep saving her soul tonight.



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