"I'll take as much time as I want," she told him, staring into his handsome face. It thrilled her to be the boss now. This young stud was going to find out what a real fucking was all about. She ran her fingertips up and down his chest as her breasts swayed heavily above his body. The sucking sound of her pussy slipping down again sounded wonderful. She took him to the hilt and then let her body rest against his as she pumped with renewed energy. Her thighs slipped inside Billy's and she clasped them tightly together, tightening her pussy around his prick. The friction made him groan and toss his head.
"I can keep you as hard as want."
"I never came three times before," he managed to say between clamped teeth.
"Why don't you come another time too?"
"God!"
She kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue in and out between his teeth. He gave in to her rape of him, moaning. Margaret felt that burning tickle at last. She knew she could catch it now, knew that all she had to do was to keep grinding her swollen, dripping pussy against the base of her nephew's prick. It felt glorious. It was a sharp, almost too intense spasm as the waves of pleasure rode up her body. She screamed and sank her teeth into Billy's shoulder again. He jerked against the ropes and the bed creaked, but held. It was like she had a raging stallion bound and helpless to do her will. She shuddered and her eyes fluttered closed as her climax pounded through her like some rampaging, unseen animal. "Yuuuuhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh God!"
"Margaret, I'm gonna come too!"
"Darling, darling!" She threw her ass around in wilder and wilder circles as the climax intensified. Then she had the strongest desire to have her nephew's jizz in her mouth. She was still coming a little when she jerked her pussy from his angry-looking cock and scooted down his tense body.
"Uhhh, what are you doing to me?" Billy whimpered, thrusting the air, his bulging glans slapping wetly against his belly. Margaret gathered it into her hands and began to massage it with delirious excitement. She licked and sucked along the shaft until the first droplet of cum formed at the tip. Then slowing her titillation, she only rubbed him enough to bring the first jet of his cream spurting from the tiny orifice. She had her mouth open for it and the hot sap spattered in the back of her throat.
"Whhhuuuuhhh," Billy groaned, every muscle in his body corded out as he pulled mightily against the nylon ropes. Margaret let her mouth surround him for a second and then jacked him with both hands. She let the curds bubble up against the underside of her chin, against her cheeks and upper lip. The hot splats rained on her, dripped down the bridge of her nose and into her mouth. She smeared the stuff around and pumped her moaning nephew's prick for more. It came in even thicker glops, pouring out like the eruption of a small volcano now. She lapped at the translucent fluid with hot cries for more. Until there was no more. Until her nephew gave another huge shudder and settled into the bed. His cock wilted quickly, losing its stiffness, melting down into his cum-matted pubic hair.
Margaret sat on her haunches watching with disappointment, the jizz drying on her face. She lay her head against Billy's belly and listened to the rumbles and sigh of his insides as the poor kid tried to regain a little strength. God had she ravished him! And it'd been the most exciting thing that had happened in her life. She put a finger gingerly against her raw hole and pressed the raw, red membranes.
"Rest darling," she said, eyes spaced. "I want you again. I've got to have more."
"Oh, God, Margaret! Let me loose. You could kill me like this."
"Then let's die together," she laughed, feeling crazy. Yes, she was crazy. Crazy as anybody in the damned family was. As Mitch was, running away with Alice like that. The sonofabitch. He was going to catch hell in the end. And he knew it and still didn't give a damn. Margaret let out a crazy laugh and Billy stared at her in fear.
"Untie me. God please untie me!"
"In a little while, my darling. In a little while." Margaret got up and walked slowly to the door.
When Alice came out of her faint, she knew that her uncle had lost his mind once and for all. He was speeding somewhere in the car; Alice had no idea which direction. He gave her a long, lusty look and turned his attention back to the road. For a while she drifted between semi-consciousness and sleep. Only the jar of being picked up and carried to the motel room awakened her enough to know that they had in fact stopped. Mitch poured himself a drink from a bottle of bourbon and stood at the foot of the bed looking at her. Alice had tried to speak but couldn't think of what to say. Her mound was caked with blood but there was no pain. She knew Mitch was going to fuck her again. And he did.
It didn't hurt. She'd been ready for the pain, ready to scream and beg for mercy. But instead she found herself growling, grasping his shuddering body as he pumped her full of hot jizz. She'd slept again. She'd awakened. Mitch was eating her pussy. That's why she'd stirred from the strange dreams that stayed with her all the time now.
"Ohhhh, Mitch, don't!" she'd sighed. And then she'd come. It had been almost painful, the orgasm. Her toes had reached for something – something solid. But there was only the mattress to dig her heels into. Then Mitch had rolled her over onto her belly and inserted his prick into her ass. That hadn't hurt either. It felt so greasy. Like his cock was covered with Vaseline. She'd come with a weak whimper and passed out again. The next time she woke up it was dark outside. Mitch was in the shower, singing some insane song. Weakly, Alice swung her coltish legs out of bed and tried to stand. It took her three times to make it to the dresser. She leaned against the chair and tried to focus on her reflection.
Her body was streaked with blood and cum. There was no telling what her uncle had done to her while she slept. Her rectum ached a little but other than that she felt no pain. Just very, very tired.
"I've got to get out of here," she told herself. She smiled back out of the mirror. It was a pretty thin smile. She saw the bottle of bourbon and poured some into a glass. The melted ice weakened it enough for her to get a couple of swallows down. "Oh, God, what does he want to do with me after this?" Old newspaper stories flicked through her mind. Stories about young girls kidnapped by crazed kinfolk's and taken to some lonely spot where they were sexually assaulted.
"No, Uncle Mitch wouldn't do that. That I know." She sipped more bourbon. He hadn't hurt her after all. But this running away with her, taking her out of Margaret's boutique, it was so crazy! Did he expect his wife to just look the other way? Of course he had probably made up some story to tell when he got back. Alice didn't think she could bear facing Margaret again if she had to return with Mitch. Better she come back alone. Maybe then she could tell her aunt what had happened. Maybe she could make Margaret understand.
"Yes, that's what I've got to do. Now!"
The singing in the shower continued. Alice found a towel, poured water from the pitcher over it. Then she cleaned herself up as best as she could. She dried on the bedspread and hunted for her clothes. There was only a terrycloth robe. Mitch had probably wrapped her in it and carried her out the back of the shop to the alley to his car. He hadn't even taken her clothes along. Had Margaret found them in the shop? There wasn't time for questions much less for answers. She threw on the robe and tied it in front. Mitch's keys were in his trousers. But just as she started for the door, the shower stopped and she heard her uncle drying briskly, still singing. She took the extra few seconds to tie tight knots in the legs of his slacks. Then she streaked to the door and jumped in the Cadillac.
The engine cranked and cranked and still wouldn't start, it would be just a few moments before Mitch stepped out of the bathroom and found her gone. Then he'd get to his pants. She didn't know how long that trick would delay him. Then the engine caught and she raced it and pulled the lever into reverse. The big car lurched, squealing across the lot. Mitch appeared at the door in his shorts. He looked so ridiculous that Alice realized she didn't really despise him for the liberties he'd taken with her. There were even some things he'd done that she'd never forget. But just for the hell of it she threw him the finger. Then the Caddy lurched again and she streaked rubber out of the motel parking lot and into the street.