"Oh yeah baby… yeah!"
At the instant Charlie screamed, someone burst into the dark storeroom and swung at the single light bulb. The light went out in a spray of glass, but not before Teresa saw the boy who'd been sitting at their table and someone else she didn't know. The young one had whistled at her that day she'd had Nat's truck. The other one had a black mustache and hard eyes.
"Hey," Charlie hollered, "what's going, on?"
"That oughta be enough for you, grandpa," the mustached one said, pulling Charlie off. Teresa scrambled backward, hand over her pussy. A hand caught her ankle and dragged her back onto the old car seat. The door opened long enough for Charlie to be pushed out.
"Pay the kitty," one of them said. "That'll keep her from screaming rape." A flurry of bills rained down on her. In the dark Terry didn't know whether they were ones or fifties. A flashlight clicked on.
"God, she's pretty," the kid said, fanning the narrow beam across her body. Teresa couldn't see their faces, couldn't see anything but that fanned light.
"I've been wanting to get in this little nymph's pants ever since I saw her dancing with her brother about a week ago." Now Teresa remembered who the mustached man was. It was Al Davis, the man who owned the bar.
"Hold her feet, Jimmy," he said. Terry heard his pants slide to the floor.
"No," she squealed, kicking free and rolling over. She was crawling on her hands and knees when he mounted her like a dog.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, as his hand hooked under her belly. His cocktip brushed her slick pussy as she wiggled furiously to escape.
"Hold that little ass still, Terry," he laughed. She felt his mustache as he kissed the nape of her neck.
"Please, Mr. Davis," she pleaded, "don't fuck me!"
"What difference does it make?" he growled.
"Charlie was nice…" she choked, feeling his cockhead now. It was slipping easily into her slick, cummy hole.
He gave her quick, short jabs, his cock going in deeper each time. And every lime that swollen crown penetrated her, Teresa felt her knees come off the floor. The boy named Jimmy circled around front, his flashlight shooting crazy reflections off the walls. Before she knew what was happening, he had his pants off and was sitting on the floor in front of her, legs apart. The flashlight beam wavered on his erect cock.
Teresa closed her eyes. Jimmy grabbed her hair and made her open them again. She was pulled forward until her lips touched the hot head of his cock.
"Nnoooo," she moaned. Jimmy pinched her throat to make her open up. His shaft went against her teeth as he fucked his way in.
"Ghaaaaa," she choked, her knees swinging off the floor as Al fucked her pussy to the hilt from behind. Jimmy's cock was tickling her throat now. She tried to cough it out, her hands pushing against his thighs and belly.
"Let's give her a shot of cum together, Jimmy," Al said. Terry couldn't believe what was happening. She could feel that huge cock deep inside her belly. And Jimmy had grabbed her head and was pulling her down over his crotch. She jerked back, but Jimmy just pulled down once more and his cock speared across her fluttering tongue and into her throat.
The position seemed to excite him. Her elbows were on each side of his hips, the spit dripping from the corners of her lips as she felt Al let go in her pussy. A warm glow filled her as the man ground his seed deep.
"You lovely little bitch," he gasped, hand clutching at her slim hips, "I'm gonna kidnap you and keep you in my bedroom."
"Like hell you are!" said Nat, lurching through the broken door. Terry could see old Charlie behind him.
"Get 'em, Nat," the old man yelled.
Nat already had Al Davis by the shirt and was jerking him up. His cock slipped from Terry's cunt with a loud smacking sound. Jimmy let go her hair.
"Okay," Nat spit, "get out of here. Both of you."
"It's my Goddamn storeroom," Al Davis gasped, trying to get his pants up.
"But that's my niece," Nat replied, and pushed the man up against the wall. Jimmy was already scrambling out of the door. Al followed as Nat helped Teresa to her feet. She was trembling. She hugged her uncle and sobbed. Charlie was scratching around on the floor, the flashlight beams skittering here and there as he scooped up the loose bills. He folded them all together and pressed them into her hand.
"Might as well have something for all they put you through," he said, petting her head. Terry closed her fingers around the cash.
"I want to thank you for getting me, Charlie," Nat said.
"That's okay. I hate to see a young girl messed over." He straightened himself. "She needs somebody to watch over her."
"That's what I mean to do right now," Nat said, pulling Teresa toward the door.
"It… it really got to me," Roger said, "to see that big oaf on top of you. I just lost my head, I guess." He dabbed at the blood on his knuckle. Janey was holding a wet rag against the swollen place under one of her brother's eyes.
"I'm glad you ran him off," she said. It wasn't altogether a lie. Hank had been pretty rough. But she'd enjoyed his brutal loving too… enjoyed it more than she could tell Roger now. She'd thrown a blanket around her nakedness. When Roger had come in and started raising hell, something in her mind had snapped back into place. She could see now that there was no future in hanging around her Uncle Nat's place any longer. Oh, she'd learned plenty. Things she'd never, ever forget. In fact she thought of her life as really just beginning. But she didn't plan to spend it indulging in incest.
"Jane," Roger began, "I've been thinking." He put his hands on her shoulders as if to pull her close.
"I've been thinking too. I'm going to get showered and dressed and you're going to take me to the bus station."
He looked at her like she was crazy. "What about Terry?"
"Terry can take care of herself. She never needed me to begin with."
"But maybe I need you."
"No, I'm going back to Hainsville before I end up sleeping with Uncle Nat. After you took me to bed, if seems as though I can't stop thinking about."
"Hey, let me take that shower with you."
"No," Janey insisted, rising and wrapping the blanket tighter. "I've had enough sex for one day." She hurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Her bean pounded and her hands shook. She was thinking of how lovely Roger's cock might feel inside her. But at least her hysteria was gone. She had things fairly together in her head. If only she could get that bus before Nat found out and tried to stop her. Yes, she was thinking of how close he'd come that first night in the Warton hotel. She knew it would be hard to resist his charm now. Especially since she knew what fucking felt like.
She washed hurriedly and dressed as Roger hung around in the kitchen drinking beers. He'd used the phone, but she couldn't tell who he'd been talking to. When at last she was ready, she carried her bag to the front room. Roger stood as if hypnotized.
"You look like something from heaven."
"I guess that's a compliment," she laughed, turning slowly in her white lace dress. She'd put on a simple string of pearls and brushed her hair down straight. White gloves added to the aura of purity that she radiated.
"Sure you want to go borne?" Roger asked, secretly adjusting the erection that had sprouted in his jeans.
"I'm sure."
Roger seemed so nervous at the bus station. As if he were expecting someone to arrive any second. Janey began to grow nervous too. She had her ticket and was waiting for the boarding call when her wont fear materialized. Uncle Nat pushed through the glass door of the terminal. Roger was talking to him, pointing her way.
Jane was about to hand her ticket to the driver when Nat grabbed her arm.
"Cotta talk to you, baby," he said, eyes twinkling.