Hank Borden - Hot virgin niece

"Uuungh!" She squirmed on his lap, digging her cunt into the rough fabric of his jeans. "You're killing me, Uncle!"

"Just a few more licks should do it," said the man, his eyes fixed on her red asscheeks. "Just a few more licks!"

Those licks were the hardest of all. He pounded her brutally, ignoring her screams. He hit her so hard her titties swung back and forth like pendulums. Bobbie Joe tried to get free, but he held her fast with one strong arm and beat her with the other. She thought she heard him giggling.

Finally he pushed her off his lap and let her fail to the floor. She fell on her ass, her legs spread wide. The pain was so severe she was unable to talk.

"Now let that be a warning to you," he said, his eyes eating up her open cunt. "You keep your clothes on and your legs closed. The next time I catch you doing something like that I'm going to really teach you a lesson. You think this spanking was painful – wait until you see what I've got in store for you next time! Now get some clothes on and go on out and help the boys! They'll show you what to do!"

Bobbie Joe watched her uncle leave the room. Then she got to her feet and dressed herself. She was now having second thoughts about visiting her uncle. After all, to be punished just for having fun! Well, she wasn't going to be pushed around!

When Bobbie Joe had struggled into a pair of long jeans and a blouse, she joined her two cousins out at the front desk. She was a little embarrassed at first, for she knew that they knew that she had gotten a spanking. In fact, as loud as her screams were every guest at the motel probably knew.

"C'mon, Bobbie Joe," said Jim, trying to lift her spirits. "Don't let what happened get you down."

"Yeah," said Ken. "It was all our fault. We're two teenagers posing as adults in one of the motel rooms. I think it was a Saturday night. Well, he burst into their room and really screamed his head off. The boy was so frightened she jumped into his car and drove off. But Dad took the girl back into the locked room and kept her there for nearly two hours. When he finally let her out she was as white as a sheet."

"It's a wonder she didn't go to the police," said Bobbie Joe. "Uncle Roy had no right to do that."

"She was too frightened to do anything but get in a cab and go home."

"I've got a feeling he's done things like that before when no one was around," said Ken. "But the only time I ever asked him about it he threw a tantrum, and I've been too afraid to mention it again."

"Yeah," said Jim. "We found it best to just mind our own business. He has his fun and we have ours. Don't we, Ken?"

"You can say that again," said Ken, all smiles. "Which reminds me. There's a party tomorrow night. Room twenty-four. Some local kids are getting together. It should be a lot of fun. We just have to keep it secret from Dad, that's all."

"Am I invited?" asked Bobbie Joe, grabbing hold of the boy's arm. "Please?"

"Sure, you can come, Cousin," said Jim. "If you're sure you want to take the chance."

"I'm sure. Grandma wouldn't let me have any fun down on the farm. It was always work, work, work. I'm not going to let Uncle Roy do the same thing to me up here. It just isn't fair. It's time for me to live little."

Just then the door opened and Uncle Roy in from outside. All eyes were on him as he came around behind the desk. His tall, muscular tinny towered over them, and his deep-set eyes seemed to burn right through Bobbie Joe's blouse. If it was not for his calm, smooth face, she would have bust scared stiff.

"Well, Bobbie Joe," he said, his voice also calm. "I see you're behaving like a young lady now. Are my sons teaching you about the motel business?"

"Yes, Uncle Roy." He seemed totally different from the man who had spanked her a little while ago. His manner put her completely at case. For the time being she forgot about returning to the farm.

"That's fine, child. Now I know you've had a long day what with all that traveling. So why don't you call it quits and go get some sleep? You can start working first thing in the morning by making sure that all the rooms have fresh towels."

"All right, Uncle Roy. I'll do that." She smiled at him as she walked back into the apartment perhaps her cousins had been exaggerating about him – or maybe just pulling her leg.

Bobbie Joe slept soundly that night, dreaming very little. When she finally awoke the next morning, she threw back the blankets and lay staring at the ceiling. She didn't mind that her shortie nightgown was bunched up at her waist or that one tittie was exposed. She was in too good a mood to care.

She thought in general about the upcoming days and how she would make the most of them, how she would take advantage of her new-found freedom with an eye out for Uncle Roy, of course. She intended to learn as much as she could about sex from anyone who would be willing to teach her. From now on no more milking cows, slopping pigs, or plucking chickens. It was time for fun!

In particular she thought about that night's party. Where did the boys say it would be? Room twenty-four? Well, she would make a point to be in room twenty-four tonight. Nothing was going to stop her. And Uncle Roy mustn't find out!

As she lay smiling with her hands folded beneath her head and her legs spread wide, her bedroom door was suddenly flung open. Startled, she clamped her thighs shut and abruptly sat up, the one loose tittie jutting outward. She was surprised to see that it was Uncle Roy.

"Time to get up, Bobbie Joe," he said, his eyes roaming over her pink tit, "there's lots of things to do."

"All right, Uncle." She made no attempt to cover her tit, finding the situation arousing.

Bobbie Joe told him that she would but her fingers were crossed when she said it. If he wanted her to be so damn good, why was he was looking at her tits and ass in such a lustful manner. Too bad he was so dead set against having fun, thought Bobbie Joe, otherwise, she would have been eager to give him a tumble.

When he's gone, she yawned sleepily then got out of bed, showered, and dressed. After breakfast with the boys, she went on her rounds, delivering clean towels and fresh soap to the gusts. She received no propositions and she made none. Her mind was on the party to be held later that evening.

The day went by quickly. She learned quite a bit about the motel business from her cousins. They were just the opposite of their father. Instead of always warning her to be good, they were always encouraging her to be bad. And they didn't risk gang-banging ha again that day, her as mid titties were covered with pinch marks by the time evening rolled around.

At six o'clock that evening two carloads of teenagers drove up to the motel and parked outside room twenty-four. They entered the room quickly, making as little noise as possible, Bobbie Joe found out from her cousins that the group had paid in advance and were given keys then so they wouldn't have to come to the front desk that night and register. The boys had no way of knowing whether their father would be home or not, so they didn't want to take any chances.

"Well," said Ken, grinning, "Dad's not back yet. I'm going over to join the party. You coming, Jim?"

"Yes, but I think Bobbie Joe should wait here for a few minutes longer just to be sure." Then, to Bobbie Joe, he said: "If Dad isn't back in thirty minutes, just lock up and come on over. Chances are he won't be back until long after the party's over."

"All right, I will. Have fun."

The farm girl watched her cousins leave, then placed her elbows on the desk and her head in her palms, waiting. She waited for thirty-five minutes and then went back into the apartment, showered again, and struggled into a pair of tiny black panties.