Donald Palermo: A piece of niece

"That's the way to suck, Baby," Pete told her. "Feel my cock getting nice and hard again. Try to take it all in your mouth."

"You gotta be kidding. It's too big," Ruth, told him as she took the prick out of her mouth and rubbed it with both hands.

"No it's not, Baby. It's only ten inches. I watched a movie called Deep Throat. The gal could swallow a cock just as long as mine. Come on, Baby, give it a good try."

Ruth began to say something, but her words became muffled as she stuffed the growing cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking on it. As she did, her head moved up and down so that the cock went in and out. Watching, Judith saw that the action was much like fucking, except that the stiff cock worked in and out of her mouth instead of her cunt.

Judith wondered what cock cream tasted like. Would it be like milk cream, she wondered, or would it taste of pee because it came out of his cock? Whatever it tasted like, it was obvious that her mother had done it before and that she liked it. Judith wondered if she would like to suck a man's prick. As she watched, she stopped wondering and wished she were in her mother's place, wished she had Uncle Pete's lovely big cock in her mouth and that she was sucking it so that she could taste his cream. Looking up, she caught his eye, and it was as though he had read her mind and was telling her he'd love to let her try taking his cock in her mouth and in her cunt. She began to tremble again, and when she looked down, Judith saw that her hand had found its way under her skirt and was rubbing her tingling little cunt through her panties. It felt so good, and then the feeling got so strong that she had to stop.

"Keep sucking, Baby," Pete panted as he rubbed both hands on Ruth's face and mussed her hair. "I'm almost there. Suck, Baby, suck… suck… suck!"

Judith saw her mother's head bob up and down faster and then she saw Pete throw his head back and heard him groan as his voice broke and his body began to jerk. Ruth held his cock with both hands and seemed to be drinking greedily as the naked man's body kept jerking and groans and grunts broke from his throat.

"Jesus, that was great, Ruthie. I've had my cock sucked by experts all over the world, but you're the best there is," Pete told her as he took his wet, soft cock out of her mouth.

"Don't go away today, Pete. Stay a few days and I'll go down on you whenever you want."

"I don't think brother Paul would like that," Pete said, grinning as he patted her ass. "Besides, I really have to."

"Damn, Pete. You'll leave me all worked up."

"You'll get over it, honey. Besides, I'll get back just as soon as I can."

"Sure. I'll get over it, but the kid won't like it."

"You mean Judith? What the hell has she got to do with it?" Pete asked.

"I can't help it. When I get horny and frustrated, I take it out on her."

"What do you mean? Do you mean you beat her for kicks?"

"I don't think about it like that, but I guess that's how it is."

"Judith is kind of grown up for that. You mean you take her over your lap and spank her bare ass like a little girl?"

"Sometimes. It depends on my mood. If I'm really mad," Ruth went on, "I make her strip bare naked and give it to her with a leather belt or a switch. I can really make her dance and yell."

"And then," Pete said and grinned, "do you go to your room and finger your cunt until you have a couple of comes?"

"How in hell did you know?"

"I've been around. I've met a lot of people with a lot of different tastes. Why doesn't Judith run away?" Pete asked and looked at Judith as though asking her the question.

"Are you kidding? Where would she go? We kept her dumb to make sure she'd stay home. This is the only life she knows."

"But you can't keep her here forever."

"Why not? She don't know nothing about life. She'll stay and take her medicine."

"And do all the work, too," Pete suggested.

"Sure. What else are kids for?"

"Poor Judith," Pete said as he looked at the girl, and this time there was no smile. "If she's as smart as I think she is, one of these days she's going to say fuck you. She'll just take off running and not stop until she gets to some city where she can lose herself."

"Not her. She ain't got the brains. She'll stay here and do as she's told. You'll see. Come on, Pete. Stay around for a few days and give me a nice dose of good old-fashioned fucking."

"I really wish I could, Ruthie, but I have to get on my way today. I drove more than three hundred miles to see you. If I could stay longer, I really would."

"You won't even do it to save Judith's ass from my switch?"

"I wish I could. I feel very sorry for that poor kid, but I have to go. I just don't have any choice."

"Damn you, Pete. Oh well, what the hell. I'll get dressed and go cut me a nice switch. A nice long one. Want to stay and watch her dance while I stripe her pretty ass? She got a lovely ass and a nice pair of tits, too. They really bounce when she's dancing and crying."

"Thanks, honey, but I wouldn't enjoy that. She's a sweet kid and I like her. I don't want to see that. I'd love to see her ass and tits and all that, her little cunt, too, for that matter, but not that way."

"Shit. Got time for another fuck before you go?"

"Let's get dressed and I'll see what I can do. Maybe I'll take your panties off just before I leave. Maybe I'll bend you over the car and slip it to you dog-style."

"That sounds great. I'll get Judith out of the way, but not too far. As soon as you drive off, I'm gonna cut me a switch."

Judith felt only terror as she listened to the words and saw the cruel light shining in her mother's eyes. What she'd heard had opened a new door to her, a door which led into a black, world which stretched out indefinitely ahead, all the way to the end of her life.

The screaming and the hard work and the beatings had been a way of life to Judith, but always there had been the vague thought that one day it would all end and she would go away somewhere to begin a life of her own. But that hope was gone, killed by the words her mother had spoken so easily, almost jokingly. The beatings were not punishment at all; they were just something for her mother's pleasure, things that would go on and on forever and ever amen.

Her mind raced as she watched the couple getting their clothes on. Sex meant nothing to her then, there was no room in her for excitement. Escape was the only thing that mattered. But what escape? To where? When? How? She didn't even have the bus fare to get into town.

The couple was dressed at last and walked toward the front stairs, but then they stopped. Ruth wanted another kiss and as Pete gave it to her, he reached to pull the back of her dress high so that he could play with her big ass through and around her panties. It seemed to go on forever, and then they broke their embrace and went downstairs.

Judith went down the stairs, too, running, not caring how much noise she made. She emerged in the kitchen and hurried out the door, through the yard and into the bushes. She was usually able to run long distances without tiring, but there was something different this time. She had trouble breathing and her heart kept pounding hard. She had to think of something, had to find some means of escape. She just had to.

Pausing to take one final look at the house, Judith silently told herself she was never going to see it again, then she turned and began running through the woods toward the road where the bus ran.

As she approached it, she realized again that she didn't have money for the fare. Leaning against a big maple tree, she tried to get her mind into order while her breathing gradually returned to normal.

Perhaps she could talk the bus driver into taking her to town, Judith reasoned, but what then? There was nothing for her to do there and before long, her mother or father would come looking for her and take her home. Beyond that, she didn't want to think. There had to be something else.