John Kellerman - Incest family

"Ho, whuuuuhhh, Mitch!"

"You got it baby, you got it all!"

"Uhhhhh!"

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Hurts. Hurts!"

"But it feels good too."

"Yehhhssss. Feels good. Feels soooo good!" She kissed him back then, let him suck her hot tongue. He was holding her up enough so that her weight wasn't on her arms. She just sagged back against the wall as he thrust and bit her neck and took her up and up on a winding spiral of lust delight. The friction, the hurt was good. She could feel the hot, hard rub of his prick inside her. She could feel her fresh wound being tortured by his hugeness. But the pain added somehow to her feeling of pleasure. It was pleasure without doubt. It made her want to bite him back. And Alice did. She bit his shoulder until he winced and found her mouth with his and pushed his tongue almost to the back of her throat. Then he was butting her with his body, banging her ass against the back of the booth.

"Yuhhh, ohhhh nice! Nice, Mitch, good, Mitch. Ohhhhh, shit, fuck me!"

"That's the way baby," he grunted, giving her his cock until she felt a stretching tingle way up inside her belly. He was pressed against the mouth of her womb now! She was really getting fucked good.

"Faster Mitch! Ohhhhh do it to me faster!"

Now her legs weren't just hanging limply to the floor. Her muscles hardened and she lifted them up and hooked them over her uncle's hips. Then she scissors her ankles and squeezed, using this position to hold herself up some. Her ass was free to work and she worked it like crazy. She could feel that rigid shaft stuffed so deeply into her soft insides. Her hole still ached from the terrible stretching and her hymen leaked a continuous drip of blood. But the pleasure was wiping out most of the pain. Whatever hurt was left, Alice couldn't bother to pay attention to. She let her bottom jerk and wriggle as she stripped her uncle's prick by riding up and down with her pussy. She pulled against the hook where her wrists were still tied, lifting herself until only the throbbing glans was still embedded inside her lips. Then with a breathless whimper she made circles with her ass as she let herself down again.

"Alice. Ohhh, baby, that's fantastic!"

"Uhhhhh, Mitch, I'm about to lose my mind!"

"Get up high again, sweetheart. Yeah! Like that!" He lurched upwards, trying to fuck her deeper but she held herself just out of reach. Only his cocktip sucked and pressed at the clasped opening of her vagina. Then again she let him have an inch, two inches, four inches. He grunted with want and she quickly pulled it away from him.

"Give! Give to Mitch!"

"You want it awful bad."

"I sure do!" He pulled at her slim hips and smothered his groan between her plump, warm tits.

She let her head fall back against the wall as he sucked a nipple between his teeth and began to chew it gingerly. But she held her pussy high, smiling at the way her uncle was trying to climb the thin wall of the booth to get to her. Her arms trembled to hold her weight and she kept her legs tightly wound around his waist. He gave another lunge and the hook came out of the wall with a ripping sound. She let her arms fall around his neck. Her wrists were still bound as they crashed backwards against the door. Mitch unlocked it and they were suddenly spinning before a set of minors.

"Oh look at us!" Alice squealed, as excited by her own reflection as she was by her uncle's. The blood that leaked down her white skin seemed to add to the sexuality of the scene. She hugged him and let herself slip weakly down again. His cock went into her swollen pussy an inch at a time and Alice, rested her chin on her uncle's shoulder and watched in one of the big mirrors as the juices spread down into his balls and cock hair. There was a slippery sound as he went in to the hilt. Then she pumped frantically and closed her eyes, as her climax shot through her like a fiery arrow.

"It's getting tighter," Mitch whispered. "God Alice, it's really closing down. It's about to squeeze the jizz right out of me!"

"Oh, let it come!" she babbled. "Let it spurt real deep!"

And something was spurting. She could feel the spasms that rode up his shaft with each fountain of hat own. Then there was liquid squirting out from her cunt. It was creamy and slick and it went down her leg to mingle with the blood. She kissed her uncle's mouth so hard that she tasted blood. He crushed her in his big arms and they sank to the carpet to pump and fight each other in the throes of orgasm. Alice could hear them as if she were watching from another spot outside her own body. She knew it must sound like a couple of animals going at it. She didn't care what they sounded like. Her uncle's big cock was sliding in and out of her pussy. The itchy goodness spread and exploded and spread again to explode even more fantastically. Her body was wracked with an ecstatic convulsion that hardly let her breathe. She was dizzy, almost passing out. She couldn't bother with any other thought than what was happening to her at that exact moment! The heavy slap of Mitch's balls against the underside of her ass. The hot roughness of his mouth smothering hers. The spearing thickness that threatened to tear her in two! And all of it peaked finally into the last upward spiral of pleasure. Alice opened her mouth and screamed.

"Baby, baby," Mitch grunted, still plunging at her. Alice screamed again. And then everything blacked out.

Margaret started to light a cigarette but decided she really didn't want the damned thing. She was looking out over the trees behind the house. It was a peaceful summer evening. At least out there it was. Behind her Billy stalked back and forth in the room. It was the first time she'd ever seen him really drink hard at anything. And even though it was just a beer can be held, he seemed to be going at it somewhat awkwardly. Margaret would have been more amused if it weren't for the uncertainty, which had suddenly engulfed everything.

"Look, Billy, I don't know any more than you do. I returned from the bank to find the boutique locked. There was a note inside. The same one I let you read." Margaret shrugged. "Alice had a sudden pang of homesickness for her mother. She called Mitch to have him take her up there in the car."

Billy stopped stalking and looked at her with a frown.

"But Alice was glad to get away from Mom and Dad, same as I was," he said. "I can't figure her going back for any reason. Especially not homesickness."

"Wish I could tell you more," Margaret said. Of course she could tell him more but she chose not to. She could tell Billy about the damp places on the carpet inside one of the changing booths. Someone had soiled the carpet and made a hurried attempt at cleaning it up. But whoever had done it hadn't found the other spot on the little bench like seat. The blood. Someone had bled all over her boutique. Margaret shuddered to think of what might have happened. And she knew that whatever had transpired, her husband was deeply involved in the mystery. She could conjure up all sorts of awful nightmares without half trying. Had Mitch craved his own niece so hotly that he'd gotten drunk and gone to the boutique and raped her? Had he even perhaps murdered her in a confused state of lust and passion? No, that was ridiculous to even consider. And yet all those terrible possibilities kept presenting themselves.

"I'm sure Mitch or Alice will call soon," she said finally crossing to where Billy stood running his fingers through his long, blond hair. She had to think optimistically. She had to think of pleasant things. Like the way her nephew's thighs looked. He really did have a nice ass. The shorts fit him tight and even in a soft state, his cock bulged out down one leg a little. She went over and hugged him from behind, her hands rubbing his hard belly. It was funny how easily she could forget all that other crap when she got close to Billy. There was really no use worrying about anything until they knew something for sure. She let her fingers stoke the flesh around his navel. It was fun inching under his T-shirt like that.