Val Marrick - Slave niece

Mary collapsed onto her elbows. Her hips rotated as though mounted on ball-bearing, corkscrewing her slithering cunt on and off of Bob's big cock. The incredible friction on her clit was driving her to climax, oblivious now of the handcuffs binding her wrists and the tangy jism leaking out of her nose.

Bob's ham-like hands were locked on Mary's tender buttocks. Sweat poured down into his face. He couldn't take his eyes off the carnal spectacle of his giant cock disappearing and reappearing in that rank, brimming, yellow-furred twat. The whole sausage-like length of cock was slimed with clear, slippery grease from the girl's hungry cunt. And she was devouring him with the avid circular motions of her hips.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Let me feel all your big cock in my pussy! Oh, fuck me blind!"

Bob did his best to oblige. Oh, Susan! his passion fevered mind thought. "Oh, Susan – Susan – Susan!" he cried out, not realizing he was fantasizing out loud about his own daughter.

Mary didn't even notice as orgasm exploded in her quim. It started in her pussy, drove up through her belly to shatter her brain in a million fragments. She could hear Bob behind her, a million miles away, grunting as he climaxed violently in her cunt.

Hot cum filled her pussy. Her lithe body drank it down and demanded more, more, till the giant prick had no more to give. Bob pulled his prick out of her with one shaking hand, spilling his jism down her legs and onto the ravel.

Mary lay on her side, panting with passion well spent. Footsteps crunched in the gravel and she looked up to see Mike standing over her. He was dressed and looked as if nothing had happened.

"Come with me, baby," he said. He held her clothes in one hand. "You can get dressed in the prowler."

"Wh-what do you mean?" the naked girl demanded blearily. "Aren't you going to let me go?"

Mike looked at her in phony disbelief. "You must be kidding," he leered. "We have to do our duty!"

"Okay, girlie," a gruff voice said, "get off your bunk – you're coming with me."

Blearily, Mary got to her feet. A night in the jail cell had left her disheveled and miserable. The corridor outside was brightly lit by fluorescent lights. She rubbed her eyes and shot a glance at her cellmate.

The vast black bulk snored peacefully on the other cot. Mary could still smell the reek of whiskey. The enormously fat black hooker had propositioned the horrified teenager in blatantly explicit terms before passing out, and Mary had kept awake until nervous exhaustion overcame her, afraid she would be molested if she let her eyes close for a second.

The short, fat jailer took her by the elbow as she stepped reluctantly out of the cell. The steel doors clanged shut behind her. Down the row of cells someone cursed the disturbance sleepily.

As the jailer ushered her down the hall, Mary tried to cope with this new development. Had her uncle been notified and come for her? Or was Perry the pimp waiting for her, tapping one small foot while he dreamed up a suitable punishment for the inconvenience Mary had put him to.

Or had he simply sent Cat and Larry for her?

She shivered. The jailer seemed to think she was about to break away, for he tightened his grip on her arm. Head sunk in dejection, she followed him to the receiving area.

"This the one you want, sir?" the jailer asked. Mary tensed as she awaited. Which of her tormentors would it be who answered the question?

It was none of them. "She's the one, Fred," came a quiet male voice. Mary stiffened at the familiar hint of a West Texas drawl.

"Thought she was doing some hooking on the side."

Kirk shook his shaggy head. "Not a chance. This girl is a friend of mine. Her name is Marti Rheinhardt."

Finally Mary was able to raise her head to look at him. He caught her eye and smiled.

"Well, if you say so." The officer on duty shrugged. Returning the D.A.'s runaway niece would be a feather in his cap. But Kirk said she wasn't, and if the girl wanted to make trouble over a false arrest… the officer grimaced. He had heard Mike bragging to another cop after they dropped the girl off at the county jail.

"Here's your purse, Miss," said Fred the fat jailer. Mary accepted it with nerveless fingers.

"Thanks a lot," Kirk said. "We'll be seeing you, Fred, Dick."

Dumbly, Mary let herself be led into the bright early morning sunlight. Traffic hissed by on the downtown streets. Kirk led her gently by the elbow to a big orange Dodge van parked in front of the jail. He unlocked the door and helped her in.

It was all too much. Mary was rescued from a multitude of horrible fates, and reunited with the man who'd haunted her dreams these last few days. Kirk got into the driver's seat and looked across at her fondly, slumped against the vinyl upholstery.

"Did your uncle do this to you, Mary?" he drawled.

With a choking sob, she fell against him. His strong arms encircled her body. Before she knew it, her fingers were pulling his dark blazer down off his shoulders.

Kirk shrugged the coat off, his breath coming faster. Mary slid her fingers down his chest. They touched something hard and cold. She stiffened. The green eyes opened.

"K-Kirk," she breathed. "You've got a gun!"

He nodded, already slipping the shoulder holster off the little.38 Colt Cobra thudded to the floor of the van as he muffled the rising tide of her questions with his lips and tongue.

Their tongues twined as they caressed each other, each stripping the other with a lover's touch. When they were both naked, Kirk took Mary's arm and urged her into the back.

There were no seats in the back of the van. It was a spacious room, completely lined in black synthetic fur. It covered the ceiling and the walls and made a springy, furry mattress of the floor.

"Ooooooh, it's nice!" Mary exclaimed. She lay down and rolled around, thrilling to the feel of the fur on her naked body. The strands of hair caressed her in a million kisses. She sighed happily, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs.

Her cunt yawned open. It was brimful of clear cunt sauces. Its smell was an aromatic invitation to wild, sweet fucking.

Kirk's huge cock jutted from his crotch. It looked bigger than Mary even remembered it. He took it in his hand as he got to his knees and started to bring his bearded mouth to her wide-open pussy.

"No, no!" she said urgently, grabbing a handful of his dark hair. "I need your cock in me. Now!" Kirk needed no further urging. He came forward till he was smiling down into her face, propping himself on one hand while his cock prodded at the opening of Mary's twat. After a few tentative pokes it found the moist parting of cunt lips. Mary sighed in delicious satisfaction as the head of the cock slipped into her pussy.

Forever and ever the giant cock went into Mary's pussy. The walls stretched and stretched till they reached their limit, and still they fit snugly around his cock, like a rubber glove filled with Vaseline.

"It's so good," Mary whispered into Kirk's ear. "It's so sweet to have your cock in my pussy again."

Kirk's face was buried in the hollow of her shoulder. "There's no place I'd rather have it!" he said. His tongue traced a wet line up her neck. She felt the tickling of his pubic hair on her pussy lips, and the gentle pressure of his crotch against hers.

Mary could hardly breathe with that magnificent cock seeming to fill her entire body. It pulsed inside her, filling her cunt with his steady strong heartbeat. "Fuck me," she murmured in Kirk's ear. "Fuck me hard!"

He jerked his prick out of Mary's snatch so rapidly that she gasped. "Whoo-eeeeeeeeeeh!" she yelled as the cock poised for an instant with just the head inside her cunt, then rammed back into her. Her butt came off the fur to grind her pussy hard onto Kirk's cock. Then her ass was forced deep into the springy pile as the cock went all the way home!