down the hill of his belly, her legs draped over on either side of him. Instead, he plunged his finger up into the spread hairlined lips, sinking it deep up into her passage to begin its taunting swirling motions once more, moving in and out simultaneously as with the other hand he first reached under to massage her clitoris until the uncontrollable moans and purls of abandon overcame her again, then as he continued to pummel her cunt with the one hand, the other he put to use between the white round moons of her ass, pressing a fat middle finger into the tiny puckered hole of her pink anus until it was completely buried in the warm rubbery depths.
Laurie couldn't control herself; her body began to squirm and writhe on top of his, her buttocks and loins twisting wildly to the marvelous ravaging of his fingers. And then, she had one more coherent thought of the deplorable, vile and terrible thing she was doing and letting him do to her before she seemed to lose all sense of reason once more. The growing pressure in her naked loins was intense. Her hips were forcing her genitals back onto the fingers working quickly and firmly in her vagina and anus. She was lost… lost! No longer any shame… only an overpowering desire to reach that point…
'Godamn you, suck me or I'll stop! You hear, I'll stop!' she heard him snarl at her.
'No… no, don't stop… please, don't stop,' she begged once more. 'I'll do it… Oh God…'
Slowly, she opened her eyes and the sight of his short fleshy instrument nearly lost in the rolls of fat, sickened her. It couldn't be five inches long she found herself speculating dazedly. She took it in her hand and the angry red knob seemed to squirt from the uncircumcised foreskin as he lifted his pelvis up toward her face. Continuous spiraling bliss permeated her own loins, momentarily making any degradation bearable, even perversely desirable. Again, she blinded herself, opened her lips and sucked it into her mouth, ignoring the delicate senses of taste and smell. She heard him groan and felt the thick rod of flesh ramming upward between her soft moist lips into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of the head sliding up the length of her tongue, while behind his thick fingers raced excitedly in and out of her cunt and tightly clenching rectum.
The Judge began to undulate his massive pelvis, slipping the short fat prick in and out of her lips, never quite withdrawing, but leaving the hot, swollen head a half-inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Laurie held her eyes tightly closed to block out the nauseating sight of the naked flab surrounding the thick rod of flesh sawing mercilessly into her contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved upward ramming the shaft to her very throat, keeping pace with his fingers fucking ceaselessly into her dual passages from behind.
Julian Reed stared with lewd delight at the sweat glistening body of his hopelessly aroused niece, squirming and writhing salaciously on top of him to the drubbing of his skewering fingers buried in her steaming wet cunt and the soft warm flesh of her tight, nibbling anus, his cock enveloped in the hot, moist cavern of her sucking mouth. He timed the thrusting of his fingers to that of her pelvis, and suddenly he realized that she was taking more and more of his prick between her tender clasping lips as she became accustomed to the fleshy presence.
Again, Laurie felt the rising tide deep in her quivering belly. The very degradation of the incestuous act, her obscene position and the debasing ravishment she had subjected herself to, caused tiny ripples of weird and perverse sensations to tingle at the nerve ends of her flesh. She found herself licking and sucking voraciously at the hardened cock imbedded between her tightly clasped lips, her mouth slimy from the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. She sucked furiously to bring him to climax as she felt her own insides erupting in great spasmodic tongues of flame, licking through her veins in a never ending torrent of building pressure. It suddenly burst and she groaned around the thrusting cock in her mouth, her orgasm flooding in wild sensual waves of cum around the thrusting finger in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vagina lips clasped around it to bathe his hand and run down the insides of her quivering thighs. It was indescribable rapture and the whole of her crotch felt wet and excited beyond belief. Tears of subconscious joy rolled from her eyes…
Simultaneously, she felt his loins give a lurch upward against her face, and he groaned a soul searing grunt as suddenly he flooded her mouth with his hot, thick cum, spurting wildly down her throat in vast gushes. She gulped automatically, swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid hungrily in her effort to satiate the still abandoned feeling of degradation that continued to overwhelm her. There was nothing else in the world except the steaming throb of her wet passage behind and the spewing, incestuous cock in her mouth. She swallowed obscenely in the perverse masochistic pleasure of subjugation to the horrible man who was her uncle, jerking upward into her face.
When it was over and she still lay atop of him in what she thought must present the vilest of obscene sights to behold, she couldn't yet contain the escaping mewls and purrs emitting from her own self as she nibbled gently at the sticky, deflated cock in her mouth. And then he was caressing the round smooth mounds of her buttocks and stroking her thighs affectionately.
'It's all right, Baby,' he sighed. 'It's all right… No one will ever know… just you and me…'
She let his prick slip from her mouth, a thin string of semen following it away. Then, she rolled off him… like sliding down a great massive hill. She lay a moment, panting in sheer exhaustion. Then, she sat up and swung her feet to the floor, her back to him.
'You hear, Baby?' he repeated. 'No one will ever know. It's our secret…'
He tried to touch her and she stood immediately moving out of his reach. She didn't look at him as she went to her clothes. Finally, she said: 'I'll know… I'll always know… and that's enough shame to last a lifetime…'
CHAPTER NINE
If there was any feeling of guilt ever in his soul, Phillip felt it now. He moved around the room mechanically, quickly, paying as little attention to Laurie's prostrate form stretched across the bed as possible. He slipped into his shirt, punctured the cufflinks, then searched for the right tie.
'You sure you won't come with me?' he said.
Laurie didn't answer. She lay in her robe. Since she'd come back from Uncle Julian's, she'd lain this way… across the bed on her stomach… silent.
'There'll be a party, you know… at the Colemans'. It'll be late… you ought to come along,' he said, not really meaning the invitation. Tonight, when it was all done, he'd get out of her life… he had no right in it. He stole a glance at her voluptuous form covered by the robe she wore. God, she was lovely. He thought of Dianne and he seemed to melt inside. He loved her! Yes, he did! He loved her! 'Well, Laurie? Going with me?'
His wife raised her face, laying it upon her arm. 'So… Mark Coleman's been nominated, eh?'
'Surprise, all right. Everyone expected the old boy to back Byron Acker. I don't know… something must've happened. Inner politics, girl, things we know nothing of… So… we support the nominee of the party, Mark Coleman… he'll be the next Governor, you know.'
Laurie thought for a moment. 'No, he won't,' she said.
'What?'
'He won't. No… he won't be the next Governor, Phillip,' she repeated calmly.
Phillip laughed. 'Look… why don't you come along with me to the party. Pay tribute, so's to speak…'
'You pay tribute, Darling,' she interrupted him, 'I've paid all I intend to pay.'
He was facing the mirror, knotting his tie. He stopped, watching her in the glass. 'What's that supposed to mean?' he said.
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, feeling no need to answer him. In the last few hours she had become quite resigned to the brutal cruelties of life. One couldn't continue to be exposed, she'd decided, without developing some callouses. Once in those few hours, she had concluded that she would tell him everything, pour her heart out to him, bare her soul and rid herself of her wicked burden of conscience, even beg his forgiveness, but that, too, had passed. Instead, had come realization that confession was only good for the soul when one's confessor was sympathetic. And he too, had used her. As yet, she wasn't certain to what extent, and she wasn't sure that she really wanted to know, but the fact remained that he had. Still, she loved him…
'You're being damned awful mysterious,' he said, interrupting her thoughts. He slipped on his coat and walked to the bed to stand over her. 'Why won't you come along?'
She looked up at him. 'Because you don't want me, Phillip.'
Her statement jarred him. His mouth fell a little agape. 'T-that's a hell of a thing to say,' he said.
'It's a hell of a way to feel,' she replied levelly.
