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Donald Palermo: A piece of niece

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Judith had no idea how long a people fuck would last, but then she heard her mother crying out as though in pain, in a death agony, but Pete went on fucking her until a new motion was introduced. Instead of fucking with the long, slow strokes he had been using, his body jerked strongly, all his muscles seemed to tense and then she saw his white ass jerking as strong legs wrapped around him. Uncle Pete joined Ruth in filling the attic with grunts and groans, and instinct told Judith that the man was going off inside her mother's cunt, was shooting his juice deep in her big twat and that the fuck was just about over.

That was confirmed as the pair lay silently, only the sounds of their deep breathing to be heard in the silence of the big room.

Judith snapped back to some form of reality and told herself she should escape from the attic before her mother caught her, but that was out of the question. It was much too quiet, and her mother would hear even the faintest sound. All the trembling girl could do was wait and hope. Even that was made more difficult by the strange feeling inside the crotch of her panties. Everything there felt so warm and moist. Inside her cunt, the feeling was even stranger. It was an odd kind of churning, like a hunger. She had not experienced that feeling before, yet Judith sensed that the only thing that could feed such a hunger was a cock, a big, hard cock like Uncle Pete's.

As she waited, holding a hand to her mouth so that the sounds of her breathing would not give her away, Judith was aware of something else. As of that moment, she sensed, it was goodbye to girlhood and hello to womanhood.

All she needed to make the transition complete was a man, a man with a cock and balls, a great big, hard cock, just like Uncle Pete's.

CHAPTER TWO

Judith watched Uncle Pete roll off her mother with a tired sigh and a grin. She couldn't believe the change she saw in his spent cock. It looked so small and limp and helpless, totally unlike the massive, threatening-looking weapon he had rammed into her mother's cunt. She noticed that he didn't look sad about it or in pain, though, so she decided his condition must be normal and that it was just another thing about screwing she didn't know.

As she crouched in her hiding place, waiting for the couple on the bed to leave so that she could make good her escape, Judith had a lot of time to think about all the things she didn't know and about the few things she did.

The one thing of which she was sure was that she was far behind other girls her age in knowledge of the world around her, of the basic facts of life, but that was not really surprising.

Years ago, when her family had lived in town, Judith had attended school, all the way through grade six. Then there had been the move out to the old house in the country and the end of her formal education.

She had cried a lot then, cried about her lost friends, about the school where she had learned the magic of reading and writing and drawing pictures and talking to boys and girls and laughing and playing.

Instead, she learned a new way of life, one of working in the house, of living in silence. For a long times, the silence had been hard to bear, but then she realized that it was a lot better than the sounds her mother made, the scolding, the loud screams of anger, the monologues on the ugliness of life and marriage and men and poverty. The silence was better than that, because it gave her an opportunity to think and to dream her limited dreams, dreams, which had to be limited by her very small experience and knowledge.

From time to time, Uncle Pete would send a package of books and magazines from wherever he happened to be. Each was devoured totally by the isolated girl with the hunger to see and know about life. But even those were censored by her mother who checked them first to see which of them were suitable for a decent Christian girl to look at.

She added to her reading supply on those infrequent times when her mother sent her into town on an errand. It meant walking a mile to the county road and waiting for a bus which made four trips a day. From there, a bumpy, forty-minute ride took her to the little town. It was a little town, but after the total isolation of the bush country, it was more than that, it was a big city with well-dressed, laughing people, stores, traffic and so many other things to see and hear. Each time she made the trip, she would carefully collect the papers and magazines she found on the bus, on the streets and, if she could be sure she wasn't being watched, in the litter cans.

Always, there was the vague hope that someday she would be able to go out into the world like other people, and tat the more she learned about it in advance, the easier it would be to cope with. But the papers and magazines didn't tell her anything about sex, about the functions of her body that she didn't understand. She had peen young couples kissing and holding each other on the bus. It always looked exciting and never failed to send strange feelings shooting through her body, but she didn't really know what they meant or what to do about them.

Once, when she had been about thirteen, she discovered a strange sensation of pleasure when she stroked her cunt after having a bath. Her mother caught her at it, and the doubled leather belt, which lashed her ass and legs, taught her that the pleasure, confusing as it was, wasn't enough to compensate for the pain of a strapping, so she stopped. She never learned about finger-fucking.

And then her thoughts were interrupted as the couple on the bed began to move around and her eyes and attention returned to them.

"Kneel up and let me play with that nice big ass now," Uncle Pete told her mother and gave her a stinging smack on one cheek.

Laughing, Ruth knelt with her head down and her ass up, pointed right at the hiding girl. Crouching beside her, the man winked at Judith as he played with the big white cheeks, then his fingers went into the crack between them and began probing there, stroking, pushing. He drew the cheeks wide apart as he gave Judith another wink, showing her what her mother's asshole looked like.

Judith couldn't believe it when she saw him probe with a finger, then slowly push it up the little bung and work it in and out. She couldn't believe he would want to push her finger up a hole through which a person pooped, but he was doing it and seemed to enjoy it.

"Does he still like to fuck you up the ass?" Pete asked as he kept working the long finger in and out of her shifter.

"Yes, damn him. He hardly ever gets it in my cunt. When he does, he just gets it in and then he shoots and pulls out."

"You like my fucking better, Baby?" he asked as he reached under her ass and began to stroke her cunt, making her big behind wriggle.

"Oh, yes, Pete, you know it. I wish you could fuck me five times a day, every day."

"You'd turn me into a midget, you horny bitch. How about some nice cocksucking now? Get me hard and I'll give you a nice big drink of warm cream. You still like to suck my cock, don't you?"

"Christ, yes! I like that as much as fucking. If I suck you off, will you be able to get a hard-on to fuck me again later?"

"I'll give it a good try, Ruthie. Suck me of, Baby, and really drain my balls. I'm really in the mood to coat your throat with cream."

As he talked, he knelt up and waved his cock at Judith, then he gave it to her mother and the woman took it eagerly. Judith noted that her mother handled his prick gently, as though it were very delicate. As she held his rod, she kissed and licked the cockhead, then licked her way down the shaft until she was kissing and licking his balls. While she did, Pete rubbed her face and head and kept smiling at Judith as she stared in fascination and excitement and fear.

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