John Kellerman - Hot pants niece

"Been waiting for you, baby," the man said, a heavy voice like a bear might have. Teresa knew immediately that it was Hank Herbert, the giant of a man who worked at the mill… the one who'd said those lewd things to her that first day. The one she'd watched pee in the field.

"Nooo! What are you doing here!"

"Come to give you some real chunk of meat," he laughed, rubbing his throbbing cock up between the cheeks of her ass. She tried to turn but Hank's grasp was like an iron trap. His chest was massive, his belly hard as rack. She felt like a rabbit in the clutches of a coyote. She opened her mouth to scream. Hank's big hand clamped over it, "I don't want none of that," he growled. His hand was replaced by something silky. Her panties! He'd ripped them up to use as a gag. As he bound the torn nylon behind her head, she began to sob.

"I ain't gonna do nothing bad," he said, grabbing the soap from her fright-clenched fingers. "I know you're too little to take me the right way." He rubbed the soap up between her asscheeks. The lather foamed against her soft skin. She whimpered all the harder. If he tried to ram his cock up…

As easily as if she were a sack of flour, Hank lifted her by the waist and pressed her quivering bottom back against the huge head of his cock. She could feel the size and heat of it. It was like someone pressing the big end of a baseball bat against her rectum. Her small feet flailed the air as she grasped his wrists frantically to keep herself from falling face forward in the tub. But Hank was strong enough to hold her up like that as she rubbed her convulsing bottom back against his prick. The soap-slickened head seemed to compress as he forced it into her taut, small ass. The strangest feeling swept over her.

"Mmmmmnnnhhhaaa!" she moaned through the gag of her panties. And then her guts opened suddenly and his cock slid inside. She was skewered, kicking air. Hank pulled her back against his body as he pumped with his hips. She felt that monstrous shaft easing deeper… deeper. She tried to call him a sonofabitch, but it came out just a smothered groan. The feeling of pain was replaced by another sensation she couldn't explain. It was a tension around her pussy… where the flesh was being stretched by the pressure of that plunging cockhead in her guts. She was actually getting excited by having it in the ass!

"This is gonna be good, honey," Hank said. His big fingers sunk into the softness of her belly. "And when I'm through at this end, I'm gonna have me supper between your legs." Teresa struggled and tried to say something but the crotch of her panties choked off her words. Between the soapy cheeks of her firm bottom, Hank's cock speared in and out.

Janey heard the steps in the hall. She was thirsty… an awful taste in her mouth. Her head was full of strange images, strange dreams. She could hardly separate the real from the imagined any more. Or did it even matter? She'd been lying there naked, her finger deep inside her cunt. Someone tapped outside her door. She eased her finger from between her outer lips. It made her moan to feel it sliding out, to feel her muscles closing and clasping behind. She brushed the finger across her upper lip. The glossy juice that was smeared there had a musky odor. She liked the smell. People paid good money for junk that didn't smell half so nice.

Weakly she staggered to her feet. She had a slight headache. The tapping came again. She turned the knob and peeked out.

"I brought you something," Nat said, swinging the bottle. Jane opened the door and let him in. He was looking at her body when she closed it and turned. Now she remembered. Nat had eaten her out in that hotel room in town. But he hadn't fucked her. Nice Nat. He was so considerate. He hadn't wanted to be the first. She frowned, then smiled. But he deserved something more than that.

"I'm glad you came," she said, pushing her big tits against him. He cleared his throat and made a weak attempt to leave. Juicy ran her hands down the front of his pants. His cock swelled in her palm as she massaged it.

"I'll pour you a little of this," he said, getting a glass. Janey took it from him with both hands and drank until she had to cough.

"God, that's better…"

"Why don't you slip on a robe," he suggested, putting the bottle on the dresser. Janey sipped her Brandy.

"I don't feel like it. What good are clothes to someone like me?" She looked at the lamp on the table. Its shade was twisted and torn. Someone had broken it. She had the strangest urge to break it again.

"I hope you don't get wild again," Nat said, drinking out of her glass, then handing it back.

"You mean I tore everything up?" she said, glancing around the disordered room.

"Yep." Nat cocked his head. "It was kinda fun while it lasted actually." Jane giggled. She giggled again. Then she laughed, a loud, haying laugh. She took another drink of whiskey and fell to her knees in front of her uncle. She tore at the buttons of his Levi's with frantic fingers.

"Hey baby, you better cool off, hadn't you?" He tried to catch her arms.

"Let me alone!" she hissed, jerking his fly open, digging for his cock. It came out half hard and she sucked it greedily into her mouth. She could tell he liked it. He moved his feet on the floor in a funny way and his breathing changed.

"Janey… Jesus Christ, you…"

"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, finding the expanding glans with her tongue. Site dragged his shaft deeper into her mouth… deeper. It was hot and firm and spongy. But the part behind the crown was getting hard. She fluttered her tongue furiously, watching her uncle clench his fists and then unclench them. As her mouth worked hungrily on his expanding prick, she got his pants the rest of the way loose and eased them down his thigh. When she pushed him backward, he couldn't catch himself and fell on his ass across the bed. Then she pulled her mouth from him only long enough to jerk off his boots and jeans. He was trying to push up onto his elbows when she pounced between his thighs again.

"Gotta eat you," she babbled, "gotta eat you all up!"

"Janey baby… are you sure you're okay?" But his voice faded as she got her lips around that throbbing tip again. It tasted lovely! She sucked it as deep as she could and then a little deeper. The spongy part tickled her throat, but she fought against the urge to gag. After a moment the choked feeling passed. She told herself to relax as she dropped her head further. The flared glans eased past her tonsils. Then she swallowed hard and the velvety lining of her throat closed around him.

"Ieeeeeee!" he grunted, his hips writhing on the bed. He let his hands brush against the sides of her head but they fell limp on the mattress. She sucked noisily at the wonderful hard thing that kept growing inside her mouth. She pushed her mouth up until only the very tip and lobes pressed against her bottom lip. Then with a sigh, she plunged down until her throat was gently stabbed again. Nat made strangling noises and began to tremble.

"Nhhhuuhh…" she moaned as she increased the tempo of her sucking. She let her head bob freely, fingering his balls with both hands. It was so big, his cock! And only then did Janey remember the time before when he'd put it inside her mouth. She was dizzy with the realization. The spongy firmness of the head seemed to throb against her soft licking. It had to be the most delicate thing on a man's body. She found the divide between the two plump lobes and wed the point of her tongue. Nat sounded like he was being tortured. But there was a plaintive, lusty enjoyment in the sound too.

"Janey… Janey baby, you can suck like… ohhh, shit!" She popped her mouth free.

"Will you come quick?" she asked, voice shy. She didn't know why she was shy about it. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been shy. That other Janey seemed like a stranger she'd met long ago.