breasts.
Nickie's uncle put one hand on the waistband of her panties, twining the lightweight material in his strong fingers-and then, with sudden violence, tore them away from her.
His lips were parted, breath shallow, as he stepped back and feasted his eyes on her loveliness. The swelling mounds of her breasts, the wasp-slim waist, the immature slenderness of her hips, the unconcealed gleam of moisture about her nearly hairless slit, the long, shapely limberness of her legs… he took it all in as they stood there, face to Lace, the forty-five-year-old lecher and the woman child regarding each others physical assets.
Nickie, aroused despite herself, touched the iron shaft of his cock, then took it gently in both hands. Suddenly she began working her hands back and forth on it, her grip tightening and loosening, moving back and forth, up and down on it in the same motion she'd seen her brother using on himself through a window one afternoon.
And then it hit her: the utter enormity of his prick. He meant to cram that monster inside of her, that huge, unyieldingly hard cock was to be jammed into her barely shriven little cunt.
A sudden bolt of fear took over as she hefted the massiveness of it, hands gracing the length and breadth of it even as she sensed the urgent pounding of hot blood within it.
And yet, she knew that she had gone too far with him, that he wouldn't relent until he'd come-and drunk as he was, there was no telling what he might do if she tried to refuse him outright.
She knew she had to make him come before he got the great swollen glans of that menacing weapon between the lips of her muff.
She tightened her grip on his penis and quickened her motions on it, trying to jerk the come from him as her brother had jerked the come from his own cock, as she had jerked the jissum out of his peter.
But despite the heaving of Ernie's hips, the thrashings of his loins beneath her ministrations, she quickly realized that it wouldn't work.
And then she remembered-as if she could ever forget-how quickly and totally he'd become aroused when he'd forced his huge member into her mouth. Maybe…
Ducking her head forward, without ceasing the movement of her agile hands on the shaft, she again took the throbbing helmet of his cock into her mouth.
Ahh, that's It! she thought. Already, his hands were at either side of her head, rocking his hips spastically back and forth, the thick knob sliding with sibilant pops out and in between her sucking lips. Her tongue twirled and probed, caressed and explored.
Even as she sensed the boiling tension rising in his balls, Nickie was anticipating with interest the taste of his come in her mouth, and found the thought of the heavy white man-cream running down her throat exciting. She sucked all the harder on his rigid rod until suddenly she could feel the sloppy wetness of her secretions dampening the insides of her thighs. Her clitoris was erect, protruding just enough that it rubbed between her swollen cunt lips as she jerked back and forth over his cock. Her entire body was shaking and trembling with growing lust, the familiar aching ball of tension winding tighter and tighter between her loins as she continued to excite the older man whenHe suddenly pulled his cock from between her lips, the big head coming free with an audible popping sound.
'That's enough of that,' he rasped, straightening her and turning her so that her back was to him. His arms went around her, the thick, hairy forearms across her slender chest, his gnarled fingers catching her turgid nipples and rolling the delightful little nubbins with telling effect.
Her knees were becoming rubbery when he lifted her as easily as if she were no more than a doll and carried her to the back of one of the overstuffed chairs flanking the sofa where she'd sat when he'd discovered her and the entire scene had begun.
He placed her carefully over the back of it, the cool leather making her aware of the heat of her own flesh-and then she became totally unaware of everything else as she felt him separating her thighs.
Nickie could visualize what he was seeing: her saucy little ass upturned, the pale smooth moons of her tight buttocks Involuntarily clenching with exquisite sensation of cool leather against Overheated, swollen mint lips, down-covered little girl slit peeking out at hint from between sleek inner thighs that trembled vibrantly with sensation.
She heard him grunt and then felt his stubbled cheek pressing between her thighs and was rushed with the feel of his mouth gluing itself to her cunt.
She moaned as his lips moved against her lower opening, groaned as he found her clit and sucked the little love button between his teeth. He rolled it like a marble with his tongue and she was soon gasping and writhing on the back of the large chair.
'Ooohhh!' she moaned. 'Ooohhh! That's so-so-'
And then his mouth was moving again on her, this time through the sensitive furrow to the perspiration dampened crease that held her puckered anus and there he paid the same respects he'd lavished upon her other opening. The sudden sensations overwhelmed any possible revulsion she might have experienced at a less impetuous invasion of her nether gate.
'Uhhhh! What are you d-doing to me-eeeeee!' she cried as she felt his thick tongue licking and pushing to just within the entrance.
He brought his hands up, then his shoulders, forcing her thighs wide apart-and she felt first one, then two thick fingers insinuated into her cuntal stricture.
She wriggled in abandon to the sexual fury coursing through her, crying, 'Oh yes, that's so good, yes, yes, MORE!'
She felt him stand, heard his almost cold chuckle.
Her limber legs wrapping themselves about his waist and hips as he stepped forward. And thenShe felt the huge head of his hard cock against the lips of her cunt.
'Oh!' she gasped. 'Please be-be gentle.'
He laughed, a horrible, mocking laugh, an arrogant laugh of one in total control, with total power.
'Gentle!' he snorted contemptuously. 'You sluts use the word, but that isn't the way you want it. The only way to run it into a slut is the way she really wants it.' His voice became a menacing whisper. 'Hard,' he growled.
He spread the lips of her twat, placing the glans of his dick between. The easy, gentle relief of the touch sent a new wave of lubricating secretions coursing out through her vagina.
Then he placed his hands on her slim, girlish hips-and with a single tremendous heave buried the entire length of his shaft in her unprepared cunt.
'AaaiiiieeeeeeI' she screamed, agony sending great beads of chill sweat pouring off her back. Slick and hungry though her honey hole had been, she hadn't been ready for that immense ram to be slammed to the hairs within her.
'Uhh-You're tight!' he rasped, straining against the stricture of her tunnel as it tightened about his reamer. With a grunt of effort, he began withdrawing it.
Nickie drew a deep breath, fighting to relax, knowing only too well that if she tensed up that big cock would do her real harm.
When Ernie had withdrawn all but the knob of his cunt borer, he suddenly, violently drove it back in again.
'Noooooo!' she screamed. The pain this time was worse than the first insertion. At least then she'd been fully, amply lubricated-but the pain of the first invasion had stopped the secretions and the friction of the ram on the second downstroke was excruciating.
Again he withdrew and Nickie lurched upward beneath him, trying to slow the movements. His third stroke was painful but not as much so.
'Unnhh! You're so good and tight,' he hissed. 'You've never had a real man's cock in that little gash before, have you?' It was a rhetorical question and she knew it.
His movements were freer within her, easier, with less and less pain as her prick-slip began to acclimate itself to the dimensions it was being called on to accept. Nickie said nothing in reply, concentrating on drawing great, air grasping breaths in her efforts to relax her muscles.
'Can you feel that in there?' he demanded. 'Can you feel my boner way up inside you where no one's ever, been before? Unnh!' He drove his penis into her again.
And then, without being aware of the transition from agony to pleasure, Nickie found herself anticipating his thrusts, welcoming them, her childish hips moving to meet him and hasten the joining. Her hot, youthful cunt was
