J Watson - Hot and eager niece

"Oh Kenny!" she moaned softly. "God, Kenny!"

"Ahhh, fuckkkk!" Kenny yelled. "Ahhh fuck, here I come! I'm going to shoot my wad! I'm going to blow my wad down your throat, you little cunt-bitch! Fuck! Ahhh, fuckkkkkk!"

Grace watched her aunt start to swallow and then Kenny was pulling his prick out of her mouth.

Grace realized they had practiced that movement many times before.

Janet held her mouth open as he stood over her and sprayed his thick white cum-juice onto her face. Some of his jism she managed to take in her mouth, but most of it ran down her soft cheeks in wet, sticky rivers.

"Rub it on me, Kenny," Janet said.

Kenny began rubbing his cock against her face and more of his hot jism stained her cheeks.

"My tits," Janet said. "Rub against my tits."

He held the spermy tip of his cock against her tits, rubbing the head against her nipples.

It was vulgar-looking and yet it was so damned exciting.

"Now my hair," Janet said.

Grace watched in amazement as her brother took a thick handful of her hair and began wiping himself.

"Oh Kenny," she groaned softly.

The sight of Kenny wiping his cum-soaked cock in her aunt's black hair was all that Grace could stand. She fell weakly back against the wall and closed her eyes. She had a mental picture of Kenny's big cock as her fingers really went to work in her pussy. Her fingers thrust faster and faster until she could feel the first hot spasms rocking her body.

"Ohhhh," she groaned. "Ohhhhhh!"

She cried out softly again as the joyous heat completely wiped her out. She felt almost sick as the last spasms shook her. She'd been right. It had been the most beautiful orgasm she'd ever experienced. She felt like she couldn't move.

She heard sounds of movement and she peered back into the barn.

Janet was almost dressed again. She quickly started pulling at her clothes. She didn't know what her aunt would say if she caught her spying, but Grace was sure she didn't want to stay around and find out. She raced for the house and she got there only a few moments before her aunt.

"You haven't mopped the kitchen," her aunt said. "Don't I pay you enough?"

"Yes, ma'am," Grace answered humbly.

"Then get to it," Janet said.

"I need to know where the mop is," Grace said. "I couldn't find you to ask."

There was a look of suspicion in Janet's eyes, but Grace kept an innocent expression on her face.

Inside Grace was laughing and already plotting how she was going to get some of her brother's cock.

Lolly looked out the door as soon as she heard the sound of a car. It was getting late and she wondered who would be coming to visit at that hour. She thought that it might have been someone bringing Kenny back home.

Instead she saw a city police car. She wondered what a city police car was doing so far out in the country.

A big, brawny sergeant got out. Her was one of the biggest men that Lolly had ever seen and he gave her a funny feeling. She was somehow afraid of him. There was something about his face that told her he could be a rough type.

"Are you Miss Thomas?" he asked.

Lolly wondered what she could have done wrong. Her first thought was that perhaps he'd come to run her off the property. Maybe her Uncle Zeke had decided not to keep his end of the bargain. She felt her heart start to pound.

"Yes," she answered. "I'm Lolly Thomas."

"I've got something that belongs to you," he said.

Lolly still didn't understand. She had no idea of what the big policeman could be talking about.

Then he opened the back seat and he lifted out a sleeping man. The man was dirty and smelled of whiskey, but Lolly saw that it was her father.

"Daddy!" Lolly cried.

"That's right, little lady," he said. Her father was a big man, but the strong policeman held him easily. Lolly felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. There was something very odd going on.

"Where do you want me to put him?" he asked. "He needs to sleep this, off."

"You can put him in his room," Lolly said. "It's the one in back."

"Well, lead the way," he said.

Lolly turned her back on him and she could feel him watching her. She wished she'd worn something else besides her house skin, but she hadn't been expecting company.

"It's right through the kitchen," she said. "Just follow me."

Sergeant Max Evans didn't mind following her. The blonde was even better looking than he'd expected. She wore a tight, short skirt so he could see plenty of her shapely legs and her plump round ass.

She was a sweet one and she knew how to walk. Her ass moved sensuously. His hands itched to fondle heir.

"You can put him down here," Lolly said.

They were in a room that looked like the master bedroom. There was a big brass bed with only a sheet. He looked around at the faded walls. It had once been a nice room, but nobody kept it up any more.

He saw a picture of a blonde in a faded frame. She could have been the girl's mother. She looked like another one with big tits. He liked big tits. And the blonde fitted perfectly.

He dropped the drunken man roughly on the bed.

"I've been so worried about him," Lolly said.

"I know," he said. "I talked to your Uncle Zeke."

Lolly began to feel a little better. Perhaps the big police officer was a friend of her Uncle Zeke's. That would explain why he went to so much trouble.

"Me you good friends with Uncle Zeke?" Lolly asked.

"I hardly know the man," Max said, "but he saw your old man in jail and he told me you'd be really thankful to have him home. He told me you were worried."

"Oh, I have been," Lolly said. "Really worried. He's been gone a long time this time."

"Yeah," Max said, staring at her innocent face. "Your uncle said you'd be really grateful."

"I am," Lolly said.

"I mean really grateful," Max said.

He watched the expression on her face as she realized what he meant. He let his eyes drop to the aggressive thrust of her tits beneath her dress.

"Please don't look at me like that," Lolly said.

"Why not?" he asked. He stepped forward quickly and grabbed her hands before she could back away.

Lolly felt her heart pounding as if it were in her throat. She was afraid of this man. It didn't matter that he was a policeman. There was something dangerous about him.

"Now don't you play games," she insisted. "Please let me go. I'm not the kind of girl you think."

"Hell," he said. "I know what kind of girl you are. Your uncle told me what kind of girl you are. He said you'd be nice to me if I brought your daddy home."

"Let me go," she said.

"Don't you want to be nice to me?" he asked. "I'm not a bad man. I'm better looking than your uncle!"

"Let me go!" she pleaded. "Thank you for bringing my father home. I appreciate it. Maybe I could give you some money for your trouble. We don't have a lot."

"That won't do it, girl," he said. "Not just a thank you and a few pennies."

"Then what do you want?" she asked. It was a stupid question because she already knew what he wanted.

"I brought your daddy home because your uncle said you'd be nice to me," Max said. "Now I don't care about your money. I didn't give a damn if your daddy rotted in the drunk tank. Your uncle said you'd make it worthwhile."

Lolly realized what her Uncle Zeke had done to her. He really was a mean man. Not only did he get her virginity but now he was going to get his rent money too, by trying to put her father back to work again. The only way to get him working again was to bring him home and that would cost bail to get him out of the drunk tank. Zeke was a shrewd businessman and he'd found a way to get out of paying the bond. Promise the policeman a little pussy from his niece. That way everyone would get what they wanted.