"Don't put that thing in me! Ohhh, God, it won't fit, Nat! I don't want to fuck! I'm afraid!"
Nat lunged at her, spun her around. Her knees slipped off the edge of the mattress and bumped against the rug. She was bent forward over the bed now, Nat behind her. He pinned her shoulders down with his elbow as he guided the head of his cock between her thighs from behind. Janey's mind was wild with fear. She had to think of something… something quick!
Using all her strength, she lunged, twisted from under Nat's gasp. He caught at her but missed. She went sprawling on her back on the carpet, her uncle pouncing after her, she saw that darkened cockhead slipping from the white foreskin. If she could excite him… make him weaken enough to leave her pussy alone! The thought of even touching him made her dizzy, but there were only seconds between her and the rupture of her cherry. Jane grabbed his cock with both hands as they went over. Nat was on his back, trying to get up. Janey ended up on her knees between his spread legs, her hands working the skin of his cock up and down.
"Damn," Nat grunted, trying to grab her, trying to get up. But she worked his cock with furious movements, squeezing the bulging head as it slid beneath the protective cover of slickened flesh. Nat grunted, fell back. His head bumped the floor as he attempted once again to rise, but failed.
"Just lay there," she gasped, jacking him with frenzied haste.
"Janey… it'll be better if you let me put it in you…"
"No! Just let me do it for you," she said, trying to make her voice sound sexy. She watched the knob swelling inside its tightly clinging foreskin. If only she could milk him dry. When a man was milked dry, he couldn't fuck… wasn't that the way it worked? But the heat of his cock felt fantastic as she worked it. She stared at the dark blue crown everytime it was exposed by the downward movement of her fingers. The slick sound of his foreskin sliding free of that knob made her tremble. At least he wasn't trying so hard to get up and get at her now. He was moaning, a glazed look in his eyes.
Jane looked directly into the tiny eye of Nat's cock. It opened slightly as a clear fluid oozed out.
Her uncle's body was tense, quivering. His muscled chest heaved. His fingers clenched and unclenched. She was fascinated now, not scared. She had control of a grown man. She had him in her hands! She slowed her jacking movements and watched the agony spread over her uncle's face. Nat grunted like a maddened animal? She eased his foreskin well back. His flared tip throbbed bigger than ever and the fluids dripped back over her fingers. She didn't see her uncle reach out for her. She was looking at that tiny slit again, fascinated completely by the pulsing, rigid organ that filled her palms.
"Nooo!" she cried as Nat grabbed her and twisted his fingers deep in her long hair. She was pulled towards his cock now. His strength was relentless. Her lips pressed against that sickened head. She jammed her teeth tight and whimpered her refusal. But Nat just twisted his fingers another turn. Jane gave a cry of desperation and her uncle's pounding cock filled her mouth. She was about to bite it, but the pain where he was pulling her hair was too intense. She began to sob as Nat pumped his huge shaft back and forth over the trembling trough of her tongue. Then a flood of salty-sour jizz jetted into the back of her throat. Before she could swallow it down, Nat plunged his raging barb past her tonsils and spurted again.
"Ghhhaaaaa!" she choked, flailing her heels wildly. They spun around in a circle on the carpet, Nat fucking her mouth with thrusting shots of his hips. Jane was only trying to get away but he held her head firmly with both hands, keeping her in position for the steady in-and-out plunge of his cockshaft.
Jane's fingernails dug into his wrists as he held her. But there was nothing else she could do but drink his cum. It was dripping down her throat, clinging to the roof of her mouth. And even then it came too fast, too hard. She felt a hot line of slickness dribble from one nostril as the erupting jizz frothed out.
"Nhhhaaaaa," she whimpered, more cum oozing from the corner of her mouth. How much could those balls hold, she wondered? How much could she drink without throwing up all over everything? And that huge, hard thing that slid back and forth over her tongue! She was trying not to lick it, but every time she swallowed, her tongue bobbed along the sensitive underside and Nat groaned his pleasure. Then she half fainted, rolled back against the rug. She was dimly aware of Nat bending over her, his cock still working gently between her slack lips. She didn't can anymore. She didn't care about anything. She could feel the little lobes on the underside of the tip as they slipped over her cummy lips. Another glop of seed dripped into her mouth and back, back, so far back that she had to swallow again.
"What a mouth, you got, baby!" Nat smoothed her forehead. It was so gentle, the way he was touching her. How could he be so gentle after what he'd just made her do? And the thought of that made Janey drift into a drunken, dazed dream while her uncle moaned and kissed her belly and breasts, his drooping cock sliding across her knee.
"Shit Roger, I remember that." Terry sipped her Coke. Roger had, reminded her of the times they'd taken off all their clothes as kids and romped in the bed when no one was at home. They'd experimented on each other with feathers and broomstraws and Teresa could remember calling Roger to come watch her pee. It'd always fascinated him as a little boy to see the urine shoot from that little slit in her young body. She'd been fascinated too by his small, white cock. By the way it got hard at the funniest times. Innocently, she'd licked it for him once and watched the change occur. She'd been about seven then, her brother ten. "Want to dance again?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulder. Teresa shrank, then nodded. Roger led her to the dance floor and pulled her close to his body. She wasp feeling so strange. It'd been years since Roger had left home and that absence had made her feel different about him. Instead of fussing and fighting she'd been introduced to missing him. And now that titer were together again, she was enjoying it more than she could understand. Like the feel of his body close to her. She'd never remembered enjoying that before. Except when they'd been kids and wrestled naked in bed on Sunday mornings.
"When do you think Nat and Janey went?" site asked as they whirled.
"He's probably showing her the town," Roger said, pulling her slender form even closer. Her small breasts rubbed his chest every time they took a step. And she could feel a familiar lump against her thigh. The lump she'd known as a child. It was her brother's erect cock. Only now she knew the reason a man got hard down there. Teresa gave a little shudder.
"I think I'm…"
"Let's get out of here, what do you say?"
"Maybe we'd better wait for Uncle Nat to come back…"
"Aw, he gave us the keys. We can go sit in the truck anyway."
Terry followed her brother from the bar. A cowboy tried to slap her on the ass as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.
"Hey you!" Roger called. Terry grabbed his arm.
"Don't start anything, I don't care if my bottom gets slapped." Roger was glowering.
"Yeah but…"
"Yeah but nothing. I don't want you to get hurt for nothing." The cowboy had wobbled on anyway. Roger glared after him a moment or so and then guided Terry towards Nat's pickup. Nat had parked on a quiet side street. When they were safely in the cab, he pulled Terry close and kissed her cheek. It was dark in the truck but she could see the lump in his jeans. If anything, it was bigger than before.
"Why'd you do that?"
"'Cause you look so pretty."
"I'm your sister too," Teresa said, her voice laced with coyness.
"That makes it all the better. We know each other." This time when he kissed her, his hand pulled the tail of her shirt from her jeans. In a flash he was feeling her small tits, breathing against her mouth like he wanted to take her right there.