Kathy Harris - Sucking hot family

"No, you didn't know anything about us," Aunt Pat said, turning her head slightly to look over her shoulder at her horny niece. "And you never gave us a chance to really get to know you or to let yourself get to know us. That's your loss, Roxie, and that's what you're paying the price for now."

With that, Aunt Pat and Beth left Roxie alone. The young teenager turned onto her tummy and wept into her pillow, knowing that what her aunt had just said was absolutely true.

After Pat and Beth left her room, Roxie continued to sob long and hard. How she wished that she could take back every unkind, snobbish word she had spoken to her relatives since her arrival. How she wished she could start all over again. If she had her way, she would just now be stepping down from the train and greeting her family with an open-minded attitude. She would really listen to them and get to know them and their way of life without making any harsh judgments.

She sighed and sat up in bed, knowing that it was too late to undo anything. Feeling dirty and grubby now, she decided that she would take a shower. Maybe she would feel better after that. Then, maybe, she could have a good, long talk with her aunt, uncle, and cousins. After all, she reasoned as she headed for the shower, Kip, Aunt Pat, and Beth all had their revenge with me. Surely, they'll be ready to forgive me now.

But the young girl had not reckoned with Uncle Art. For she had humiliated him in a way he could never forgive… not until he exacted his own measure of revenge on the teenager for her cruel actions with him.

When Roxie stepped out of the shower, she dried herself and then walked nakedly into the bedroom.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little city girl," Uncle Art spat out nastily.

"Oh, God, you scared me. I didn't know you were here," Roxie said as she spun around to face her uncle. She saw an angry, twisted expression on his face and she shrank back from him in alarm. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

Art stood there with his balled fists on his lean hips. His eyes moved up and down his niece's body, focusing on her bobbing tits and little pussy, which was still damp from the shower.

"Don't look at me like that," Roxie mumbled as she tried to cover her nakedness with both hands.

"You little bitch!" Art growled. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You come into our home and put us down again and again. You cock-tease the holy shit out of me. You suck my cock until you come. But you throw me out of here before I can come. And then you stand there and have the gall to tell me not to look at you! Well, Roxie, you asked me what I want – and I'll tell you what I want. I'm gonna have my turn with you now. I'm gonna fuck your brains out!"

"Oh, God, no!" Roxie gasped, feeling a bolt of fear pass through her. She glanced down and saw that her uncle's cock was so stiff and hard that it was tenting the crotch of his pants.

"Don't tell me no, cunt!" Uncle Art yelled, moving toward the frightened teen.

The whimpering teenager instinctively moved back, but then she felt the backs of her legs strike the edge of her bed and she knew at that instant that there would be no getting away from Uncle Art or his sexual revenge.

"Pleeeease don't hurt me, Uncle Art!" she whined helplessly, her voice shaking.

"Ha!" Uncle Art snarled. "Don't you think you've been hurting me and my family ever since you set foot in our house?"

"I-I'm sorry," Roxie murmured.

"Oh, sure, now you're sorry – but only because you know that you're about to be fucked raw!"

Roxie tried to move back farther as her uncle advanced toward her and she found herself falling backwards onto the bed. Uncle Art was suddenly on the bed, too. He knelt on each side of her hips, his eyes narrow slits of anger as he glared down at her.

"You deserve anything and everything I do to you, bitch!" he said, raising one hand up in the air as if to strike her.

"Nooo," Roxie whimpered, flinching away from the blow that she knew was to come.

The man slapped his niece hard across her face several times, sending her head flopping back and forth on the bed.

"Oh, God, it buns!" she whined, feeling more and more frightened.

Never had she had seen the kind man filled with so much rage. And it filled her with tremendous guilt to realize that she was the cause of all that anger.

"It hurt me too, when you didn't let me come," Art said. "I'm gonna have some fun with you now, bitch, and it's up to you whether to fight me or not. Maybe it'll just be more fun for me if you do fight me. But if you fight me too hard, I'll have to tie you up. Is that what you want? Do you want to be tied down to this bed?"

"No!" Roxie yelled, desperate not to be bound to the bed. "I'll try not to fight you. I'll let you do what you want."

"Good, because you really don't have much choice, one way or another," Art said with a husky laugh.

Roxie knew that she would be no match for this muscular man who seemed even stronger in all his anger. She would have to do her best to just lie there and not struggle too much. How bad can it be? she asked herself now. I'll just lie here and spread my legs. He'll stick his cock in my pussy and fuck me until he comes. Then he'll leave me alone.

She whimpered helplessly as she watched her uncle's fingers unzipping his jeans. He reached in and pulled his hard-on out.

"God!" she cried as she saw the enormity of his prick.

"Big enough for you, slut?" the man asked, delighted by the way she was eyeing his cock.

He wrapped one large hand around the base of his huge cock and stroked it lewdly. Then he let his pants slip down and, lifting up one leg at a time, he managed to wriggle free of them without loosening his leg-hold against the girl's hips for longer than a few seconds at a time. His hand swept down and scooped up his hairy, cum-loaded balls. Then he let them flop back down.

"Let the games begin… suck my cock!" he demanded, moving up on his knees until he was obscenely straddling his niece's face. His gigantic prick was now only about an inch away from her mouth.

Roxie's eyes widened with fear. This was something she had not counted on. Her uncle had said that he warned to fuck her, so she had fully expected him to do just that and then to leave her alone. But now he was ordering her to suck him off. Even though the girl usually loved sucking cock, she could not summon one shred of desire as she stared at Uncle Art's cock. For one thing, he was ordering her around and treating her so roughly. All she felt was fear.

If it had been her idea to suck him off, as it had been the other time, that would have been one thing. She could have really gotten into that. But the fact that he was demanding it of her both frightened her and turned her off. Also, she realized as she continued to stare helplessly at the enormous cock, she couldn't forget how she had sucked him off that other time and then didn't let him come. She remembered how she had thrown him out of her room with his raging hard-on, and she felt such an overwhelming guilt that she knew there was no way that she could suck him off now with any feeling but revulsion. She knew now how shamefully she had acted and the last thing she wanted was to be reminded of what she had done to her uncle. Seeing his big hard cock twitching right above her face, there was no way she could think of anything else.

"Nooo, pleeease don't make me suck you," she whined.

Again, Uncle Art raised his hand high in the air and again he slammed it down against her face, leaving a vivid red handprint on her snow-white flesh.

"Yeoooowwww!" she cried, tears of pain filling her eyes.

"That's just a little taste of what you'll get if you don't suck me off – and right now!" the man snarled. "Now get your bitchy little mouth on my cock and suck me good! And this time you'll make me come, and this time you'll swallow it all, whore!"