Robin had seen Priscilla go at high speed and had tried to follow her, but the older girl was a better rider and had a long headstart, so that soon Robin was forced to admit that she would never know just why her flighty and enigmatic cousin had rode out like the devil on some evil mission. Turning back, she hurried toward the house at a greater speed.
The reason for her haste was the sight of a huge, wolf-like German Shepherd watching her from a rock with baleful, yellow eyes. She did not know that the dog's name was Bruno and that he was probably the largest animal of his breed that she would ever see, nor that he was generally friendly and harmless, but she remembered the stories that DesirЋe had told her, and the fright, the electric frisson of terror that had shot from her tailbone to the back of her neck had galvanized her to kick the horse into a breakneck run. The horse himself smelled the wolf on the wind and panic lent wings to his hooves.
She quickly found that she could not control the stallion that she, unfortunately, had taken, and while she found she could hang on, even at high speed, stopping was impossible. She lay down over the horse's neck and dropped her eyes to the ground racing beneath her. It was a big horse and the fall could be very dangerous, and she knew that if the horse didn't stop soon, she could be severely injured or killed. She tried to call out but the rough motions of her mount and the punching saddle horn kicked the breath out of her.
Got to hold on! her terrified mind screamed. Hold on, Robin girl!
Yes, she would hold on until this incredibly powerful horse threw her to the ground. For a brief instant she berated herself for taking this particular horse from Javier, the Mexican groom, instead of the gentle mare he had suggested. No, she had wanted too much to catch up with Priscilla and tag along, find out what was so important. So silly of her to jump onto the horse in just her flat tennis shoes and the loose skirt she had been wearing. The saddle was grinding against her crotch, beating her tender clitoris raw. Why had she done it? Why, oh, why?
Some sixth sense caused her to raise her eyes to the path the horse was taking and she lost control of her bladder when she saw that he was headed straight for the thirty-foot cliff that bounded the grounds of the house on the west. She knew now that she was going to die, that this stallion, whose name she did not even know, would come up to that sheer drop and pitch her over onto the rocky dry riverbed below.
Oh, God! Oh God oh God oh God!
They were coming up on the precipice and Robin frantically jerked at the reins, trying to turn this horse aside if he wouldn't be stopped. The muscles of her back screamed with the effort and she heard the horse snort angrily, but in no way would he be deterred from his dash toward death. She tried to remember prayers she had said all her life, but no words would come. She just began to squeal in a high voice as she saw that she was totally at the mercy of this runaway animal. There were only a few yards to go and she would be thrown into oblivion…
And then she was picked up as if by some divine miracle from the horse's back. A strong arm around her waist held her suspended above the ground that slipped by at such speed. She saw the horse ahead of her suddenly dig in with his hooves and stop, and as Uncle Jim swung her up onto the rump of his big horse, she knew that she would have certainly been thrown to her death.
Jim drew up, turned his mount and rode back to the stables at a canter with the trembling and frightened girl pressed against his back, her arms around his waist.
They were helping her down, the groom and Uncle Jim.
"Javi," Jim said severely to the groom. "If you ever give her another horse like that one, I'll cut your little brown balls off."
"She don't wait to listen," Javier said. "She just get up on your horse and go."
Uncle Jim's arm went clear around her waist, his palm cupping the underside of the opposite breast. "Well, now, greaseball, it's time for you to go. Saddle up and go and get that stallion. He's out there wandering around. Must have seen something that spooked him."
"Spooked him?" Javier said. "Lot's of spooky stuff around here these days. Funny noises in the night."
"Aw, hell, that's just Priscilla messing around. No ghosts around here."
Javier turned away to his new duty. Jim looked down at his scarlet-cheeked, trembling niece.
"How d'you feel?" he said, kissing her quivering lips.
Her arms clung to his neck. "Oh, thank you, Uncle Jim," she gibbered. "Oh, thank you!"
Smoothing the sweat-soaked brown hair away from her glowing, pink face, he cupped his hands over her cheeks and kissed her again. "I don't want you riding out alone again until I'm sure you can handle the horse you're sitting on. That clear?"
Robin nodded and allowed him to support her as they went into the house. He took her into the bathroom and bent her over the basin, washing her face with cold water. Weak with shock, she just stood there while he rinsed her face, then massaged her shoulders.
"Your skirt is all wet," he remarked. "How'd you do that."
She looked down and bit her lip. "Oh, I'm so ashamed." How could she have let Uncle Jim, the man she respected most in the world, see that she had wet herself in terror? "How embarrassing!"
"Here, well, let's get them off." Before she could protest, he unfastened the belt that held the skirt around her waist and pushed it down over her hips. She groaned as he made her step away from it and he picked it up, tossing it into the corner. "Panties too?" he said, and hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband, slid them down to her knees.
"Uncle Jim!" she gasped, leaning forward with her hands on the edge of the basin, supporting her weight while her knees threatened to buckle. She felt his hands at her bosom, undoing the buttons, slipping the shirt over her shoulders, feeling his brush down over her bare buttocks and it fell behind her to the floor to cover her soaking panties. From behind her, he circled his arm around the front of her, fully cupping her right breast in his hand as his other hand massaged her neck and shoulder muscles.
"Calm down, baby," he crooned. "You're all right now. Just a little body contact and warmth and maybe a shot of Jack Daniels." He unsnapped the bra between her shoulder blades, rubbing his fingers up and down the straight indentation of her spine, then used his fingertips to slide the bra cups off the full cones of her breasts. His hands went to them immediately, covering the pink-tipped mounds, pulling her strong back against the front of him. She thought she could feel the firm shape of his big penis in the crease of her buttocks.
"Uncle Jim, please, you mustn't," she protested weakly.
But he kept one hand on her breast while he wetted a washcloth and started washing her down, her sweaty back and her damp bottom. He pushed the cloth into that deep crevice, briefly stimulating her anus, then moving under her, stroking the terrycloth over the plump lips of her pussy. His fingers gently pinched her nipples, first one and then the other.
Jim whispered in her ear. "Uncle Jimmy has to keep his little girl safe and clean," he said quietly, his fingers brushing lightly over her ticklish skin. "Gotta keep her healthy and happy." His tongue came out and flicked into her left ear and she felt a chill shoot from the base of her skull to that sensitive area between her leg where his hand how cupped the rounded, split, buttery bun of her vagina.
"Uncle Jim!" Robin cried as a finger slipped between her labia and found her clitoris. She gasped, trembled, and felt as if her knees would give way and she leaned farther forward to steady herself. Her uncle cooed and stroked her back, pressing her forward even more until her face was close to the mirror and her breath was misting on the glass.
Jim looked down to where the asscheeks were parting to reveal her tender, innocent anus to his view and he could see his fingers, curled around from in front of her, playing in the virginal cleft of her pussy.
"Where have you been hiding this all this time?" Jim hummed, flicking his finger over the brown halo of her tight, little asshole. The brown hair of her labia was thick and silky, all but hiding the pink inner lips where his fingertip was just barely entering her vulval slit. Damn, but she was luscious. It occurred to him that what he was doing to this girl, he was doing to the daughter of his brother, the brother living in the small, Midwestern town with his drugstore and video shop and his two-year-old Buick. Come out to the farm, dear brother, and see how the animals live.
James Devereaux dropped to his knees behind the violently-trembling, young virgin, skimming his hands lightly down the back of her thighs. He brought his wet fingers to his nose and inhaled the girl's estrous, feminine aroma. Palming her jiggling, round buttocks and parting them carefully, he blew his warm breath over her exposed anus and watched the tight little dimple of that hole contract reflexively. Delicious. Opening his watering mouth, he licked that intimate orifice with the flat of his tongue, heard the breath exit her lungs in a spasm, while her round buns tensed and closed around his nose and mouth, squeezing his freshly-shaven cheeks.
"Oh, Gawd!" she sobbed, covering her mouth with one hand. What she was feeling she had never imagined could be felt by any girl. She was so embarrassed at being so intimately exposed, here before her favorite person in the world, Uncle Jim, who had always been almost like a father and who had just saved her life. Chills and flames were shooting through her at the same time as she felt his hand on the small of her back, bending her forward so that his tongue could curl up between her legs and lave her tingling clitoris. She felt her insides loosen with a gush of her lubricant, which flowed down over his appreciative tongue.
"That's my girl," he encouraged, his lips moving against the inner curves of her butt, his words tickling her twitching anus. He licked and licked, all around her sensitive twin holes, tasting her silken pussy hair, inhaling the gentle odor of her sweat and fresh urine. He would drink her piss, and eat her shit if he could have her like this every day. Damn, but she was beautiful. Perfect.
Robin's firm, plump, round buttocks were pumping sensually against his face, moving with a life of their own even as her mind rebelled against this. It was pure sensual feeling she was experiencing, and had nothing to do with her affection for her uncle. She had never, ever, ever thought of him this way. It just wasn't right, that he should have to put his mouth on her dirty bottom just to help her feel good. She was still weak with fright, her veins flushed with adrenaline and her nipples and clit with the blood of irresistible arousal. Uncle Jim was licking her where no one had ever touched her before, looking at things, parts of her body, that she considered ugly and unfit for human view.
"Uncle Jim, agh, agh, Uncle… Jim!" she sobbed unevenly against the mirror, her bottom jerking back to his slavering mouth, the cleft engulfing his face, her nipples grazing the marble counter. "You've got to stop! Please! Oh, I'm so ugly there."
Jim licked her again and again. "So beautiful here, Robin," he groaned, smacking his lips. "You're really so beautiful." She was. The pink rim of her pussy was turned in, the lips not prominent or protruding or ragged, but like a baby's pussy, and her asshole was smooth, barely puckered, and a light cocoa color. The pubic hair was thick, shining, and straight, lying down neatly over the labia majora like the tendrils of a bird's feather. And the hole was oozing the sweetest juice he had ever tasted.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are, Robin," he reassured her, but her eyes were turned up in her head, her whole body vibrating with passion and her ears heard nothing.
For Jim, it was time to take her, to plunge his red-hot cock into her girlish vagina, to fuck it, and shoot it full of his manly seed. Already, his shaft was aching in the confines of his jeans, and while he continued to lick at her cunt, he used both hands to undo his belt and pants and liberate his rampant penis. It sprang free, brushing its head against the back of her knee, streaking the skin with the slime of his own need.
The nineteen-year-old virgin shivered with fear, arousal, and passion. A man more than twice her age was giving her a kind of attention she had never had, in a way she had not known was possible. The realization that it was her beloved Uncle James that was doing it to her exploded in her brain again and again with the waves of pleasure that he was giving her. He was seeing parts of her that she thought would remain hidden from everyone forever, and telling her how beautiful they were. She was ashamed at how weak she had been in letting him do this to her, though the thrill of her near death did indeed have something to do with it, whether she knew it or not.
James Devereaux backed away from the warm, wet cleft of his niece's pert bottom, giving it one last fond glance where a stream of pussy juice trailed from her virginal slit to leave a drop on the bathroom floor between her feet. As he stood up, his pants slipped from his narrow hips and bunched up around his ankles. Quickly, while kicking his shoes off and pulling his feet free of his pants, he assumed his position behind the trembling girl's defencelessly displayed buttocks. He lost no time in directing his huge cockhead toward the tiny hole he had just licked and stimulated to a soft and slippery receptivity. He felt the soft and wet contact of her vagina over the very tip of his shaft, and groaned lasciviously.
"Robin, darling, it's time that I made you a woman," he whispered.
She moaned, pushing her butt back against him with her hands against the wall, weakly trying in her virginal fear to push him away from her like that, but she only succeeded in pushing the small and tender mouth of her vagina over the head of his massive penis, engulfing nearly the whole bulbous tip.
"That's the idea, Robin," he encouraged her.
"Uncle… Uncle Jim," she gasped, trembling violently. "Please stop. We mustn't do this."
Devereaux took her soft hips in his hands and pressed forward, until her saw the shining, red rim of her cunt completely swallow his cock and he came up against the barrier of her hymen.
"But, my baby girl, we must. We can, and we must." He pushed against her hymen and heard her yelp. "Because you need it and want it."
Robin felt his cock stretching that precious membrane of her virginity. He was going to tear it, take away her innocence, make her unfit to marry a decent man. "Oh, please, no more, I can't stand it!" she moaned, but she felt her hymen tearing as her vagina, with a life of its own and in spite of the pain, moved in circles of arousal, the baby mouth of her pussy making tiny, wet smacking sounds. And then she felt him give a hard shove.
"Uncle… Jiiiiiiiiiim!" she squealed as her maidenhead was finally, decisively torn and the massive shaft slipped into her tender, young wetness a good half of the eight inches he had to offer her.
The feeling was incredible! So deep, with a feeling of fullness and intimacy. She opened her mouth wide but could not catch her breath. She gasped several times as he worked it inside her another inch, drew slightly back, and then pushed in again, another inch, then out, and back in, deeper each time until he was inside, pressing her cervix back so that the flaring head with its drooling opening was seated against the mouth of her womb, that small hole in the end threatening to fill her full of his manly, fertilizing seed.
Devereaux looked down to where his cock vanished into the purity of her creamy, white body, the thick brown hair of her cunt clasped around the thick base of the shaft like a loving, furry collar. There you go, John brother. I'm fucking your churchy little daughter now, and there's nothing you can do about it. It was a form of revenge, he thought, for his religious brother's supercilious attitude toward him and his own beautiful, wayward daughter Priscilla. Your daughter's fucking for the first time in her young life and she's going to learn to love it, if I've got anything to say about it.
"Oh, Uncle Jim!" Robin whimpered. "Please, take it out! It hurts."
Devereaux flexed and flared his cock inside her pussy and heard her grunt, saw her asshole wink reflexively. With a gentle finger, he tickled that tight, moist hole, and flared his cock again.
"Stop that," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. "That feels funny."
"Just stretching you a bit for the fun to come," he said, and while he continued with the intermittent throbbing of his massive organ, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off his shoulders to the floor. Then again his hands were on her, stroking her back and butt-cheeks, up along her ribs to her sweaty underarms, and then down to hold her firm, rounds breasts in his big, work-toughened hands.
Robin was stricken with the enormity of her sin. She had let her uncle go inside her. She was a virgin no more, and though she hated herself for her weakness and sensuality, she felt the pain in her feminine hole dissipating and giving way to a pleasant tingling that spread out through her entire insides. She felt the flaring, throbbing shaft in her womb, felt her pussy clench on it with an answering desire. A man was inside her and there was nothing she could do about it. In fact, she wasn't sure that she wanted to do anything about it.
Uncle Jim initiated gentle fuckstrokes into her hot vagina, feeling it loosen slightly in acceptance. In, deep, deep, until his hanging balls brushed pleasurably against her tingling clitoris that he had so recently licked nearly to the exploding point, then out, almost all the way, his prick now glistening with her fluids, until the flanges of the knob caught at the tight ring of her pussy with a sweet, little, wet smack. The girl's silky cunt was heaven and the feel of her tender walls sliding over the surfaces of his cock drove him on.
Robin felt him filling and emptying her again and again. It was totally unlike anything she had ever felt before. Filling and stretching her babyish channel. By instinct and to heighten the good feelings that were building in her belly, she pushed back softly with her round assheeks, sliding her vagina over the cock inside her. Was this called incest? She couldn't remember, but she knew that it was beginning to feel good, what Uncle Jim was doing to her. Her mind swam with the reality of it. She was doing it, having sex with her father's brother, in this strange submissive position, not face to face as she had thought she would with her husband. She didn't like being bent over the marble top like this, her bottom thrusting back at him like some animal in heat, but she soon found that she couldn't stop the backward heaving motion of her body. Her hot, soaking girl-hole wanted more and more of this, and try as she might she couldn't stop it from pushing itself back and forth over her uncle's big, gut-stretching penis. She felt her cheeks and lips burning, and she wanted to kiss him, wanted to fold her legs around him and pull him deep into her pussy, but if she did that, she would have to let his cock out of her and she couldn't bring herself to do that.
"Uncle Jim," she whispered. "Please kiss me."
Leaning forward, he kissed her burning lips, never slacking the fucking actions of his cock in her tight, oozing cunt. He kissed her for a long time, his tongue duelling with hers, his cockhead battering her cervix while wet slurping sounds filled the room and mingled with her throaty sounds of growing pleasure. He was her uncle and it was wrong, but he was having intercourse with her and it felt so good, so very, very good. With each instroke, she felt his pubic hair tickling her asshole and she wiggled her hips back at him.
Devereaux broke the kiss and increased the speed of his plunging penis.
"Like that, Robin?" he said, looking down at where his cock was drawing tiny ridges of pink vaginal flesh out with every outstroke, then pushing them inside as he fucked back into her. "Do you like that, baby?"
Robin was trying to catch her breath as her hips followed him stroke for stroke.
"Like… it," she panted. "Like it, oooh… yes, I… like… it." Feeling the joy shoot through her undulating loins, she cried out. "Oh, yes, Uncle Jim. I love it. Please do it some more. Please don't stop."
He felt the impending explosion of semen building behind the base of his cock, rising up from his heavy, swinging balls. He was going to give it to her, whether she wanted it or not. "I won't stop, Robin. I'll do it all you want, all summer. I'll fuck you until you've had all the fucking you need."
The lovely girl groaned at his use of the obscenity, but there was no stopping the bucking of her hips as her vagina sucked lovingly on the cock shoving deeply into it. Something was expanding inside her, something that she couldn't stop, even though it threatened to burst her trembling young loins.
"Something's happening to me, Uncle Jim," she grunted, bouncing her butt back at him harder and faster. "Something…"
"Go with it, baby. Go… with… it. You're going to… to come." They were going to come together, the first time. This was fucking great, he thought. "And I'm coming too. I going to come inside your sweet little pussy."
The coarse language fuelled her passion and she bucked against him all the harder. "Oh, I love it. I do. I love it." She felt the joy building in her like the sunrise, slowly at first and then brightening to a blinding flood of light. Her body began to shake and she felt the muscles of her belly squeezing and vibrating as her vagina clamped down on his glistening, fucking cock. She cried out again and felt him begin to hammer into her pussy like a madman.
"Coming, Robin, coming," he grated. "Coming in your pussy, baby. Everything I've got."
And then it began to throb, and spurt. Weeks of stored-up, teeming sperm gushed out of him like a broken hose, flooding her young, convulsing vagina, spurting into her pure, untouched love channel. They kissed again, writhing together in gut-wrenching pleasure and joy as he filled her with his dangerous semen. Neither of them had any time to think of where all this was leading them, this young teenaged girl and this fifty-three year-old man, both possessed of lust and love and lewd joy. No time or room in their minds to think of what this huge injection of sperm could do to her precious young body. They were concerned only with the joy they both felt in each other's body.
"More! Give me more!" Robin pleaded.
"This is all I've got, darling," he groaned. "All I've got." He felt the last drop of juice drain from his balls and felt his cock finally lie still, thick, and softening inside her feminine hole. Robin shuddered to stillness, lay exhausted on the marble top, her breasts crushed beneath the weight of them both, his cock soaking in the warm swamp of her vagina. It was a long time before either of them could think.
"Oh, Uncle Jim!" she said in a small soft voice. "What have we done?"
Devereaux stood up and drew his cock free of her loving cuntal grasp. He turned her around, drawing her up against his hairy chest and middle-aged paunch.
"What have we done?" she asked again, laying her head on his chest. "I feel so ashamed." She started to cry silently. "What are we doing to do?"
Devereaux lifted her face up to him, dried her tears and kissed her. "What are we going to do?" he repeated. He swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed and climbing on top of her without hesitation. He slotted his hips between her uplifted thighs and quickly found the opening of her vagina with his cock, sliding it in all the way.
"This is what we're going to do," he said, starting to move his rejuvenating cock slowly in and out of her sperm-flooded pussy. "Priss won't be home for hours."
Robin moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around him, forcing his huge, knurled, fifty-three-year-old cock deep, deep into her hungry belly.