college girl

Cheerleading practice had run late, and I didn’t get to the costume shop before it closed; so I didn’t get the Catwoman outfit I had reserved. I had run home and searched for a costume I could wear; but didn’t find anything. I couldn’t believe that I was going to miss the big Halloween party, because of cheerleading practice. It was at this point that I looked over at my duffel bag, and decided that I had no choice.

I opened my bag, and pulled out my cheerleader uniform. I ran to the communal washers and dryers, and put it through a quick wash, before drying them. While this was going on, I took a quick shower, and washed my hair. I ran back down the hall, wearing nothing but a towel, and grabbed my uniform from the dryer; it was a women’s dormitory, so I would have felt comfortable walking around naked. I headed back to my room, and continued getting ready.

I had pulled on my cheerleader uniform, and tied my long blond hair back in pigtails. I knew that people would make fun of the fact that I had worn my uniform as a costume, but I didn’t care; I was not going to miss this party for anything.

I got to the party late, and couldn’t find my boyfriend; but then again, I had no idea what he was wearing, so I could very well have walked right by him. I found some of my girlfriends, and had to explain to them what had happened. After a couple of hours, and countless drinks, I was drunk. Most of my girlfriends had either left, or were off with their boyfriends, and I was sitting on a chair in the back yard.

A shadow appeared before me, and it took me a while to focus enough to notice that it was a person dressed in a black robe, with a dark featureless mask covering their face. By their size, I guessed it was a man, and figured it was my boyfriend when he held out a gloved hand to help me up. I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet.

I let him lead me back into the house, figuring that my boyfriend was bringing me home. I was so drunk, that I didn’t notice where we were going; and was confused when we entered a dark room.

Before I could ask him what was going on, the door closed behind us, pitching the room into darkness, and was locked. Suddenly I could feel several hands grab me and hold me in place, while something was pressed against my mouth. By the time I realized what was going on, the gag had been tied behind my head.

A red light turned on overhead, and I could see at least four people holding onto me. I tried to struggle, but all the alcohol I had drunk, and the fact that they were all bigger and stronger than me made it all but impossible to do anything; and the gag made any attempts to scream, useless.

Two guys, one on either side of me, pulled my arms straight up over my head, while the guy in front of me lifted my top up over my head, and the guy behind unhooked my bra, and lifted it up also; exposing my large natural breasts. The two guys holding my arms up shifted the position of their hands so that my top and bra could be completely removed, and cast aside. My wrists were then tied together, and hooked onto a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. All of them backed off, leaving me hooked up in the middle of the room, topless; I had to stand on my toes in order not to hang by my wrists.

I was now able to make out some details of the room, and saw that I was in the garage, standing over the drain. I could also see that there were actually six people in the room. They all reached down into the folds of their matching robes, and pulled out their erect penises from a little opening in the front. Upon seeing this, I panicked, and started thrashing about, trying to get free, and screamed into the gag. The only effect that had was to start them stroking their penises. I finally stopped struggling, horrified at what I was sure was going to happen to me.

I never even heard as one of them stepped up behind me, and yanked down my skirt. I tried to turn and kick him, but he had already stepped back out of range, and it threw my off balance. At that very moment, two other guys stepped up to me and grabbed hold of my legs, while a third held me up from behind; however, he did wrap his arms around me so he could fondle my breasts. Another of them stepped between my now spread legs, and produced a pair of garden shears from behind his back. He cut the sides of my white cotton panties, and let them sit there for a second, before reaching up and slowly pulling them off. Like my breasts, I was natural down there, and had a thick bush of blond hair surrounding my pussy.

I could hear noises behind me, but was unable to look. My hands were removed from the hook, and I was laid down on a rough surface. It was small, and barely supported me from shoulder to the small of my back. My hands were pulled back over my head again, and down towards the floor, until my elbows were bent 90 degrees, where they were secured to something else. My legs were tied together at the ankle, and attached to the hook in the ceiling. Once again the six guys stepped back and stroked their penises. Eventually, they all started to make their way closer.

One of them stepped up to my ass, one stood at my head, and I had two on either side of me. Even though I was expecting it, I was still shocked when the one standing at my ass pressed the head of his penis against my pussy. The pain that I felt as he forced his way into my pussy, made me see stars; I was by no means a virgin, but I had been far from turned on, and was pretty dry. Add to that the fact that the way my legs were being held was squeezing my pussy together, and he hadn’t used any form of lubricant. It was at this point that I realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom, and I panicked again.

I tried to pull away and get him out of me, but he wrapped his arms around my knees, and held me against him. At the same time, the other five guys placed their hands on me and held me down. I finally gave up, and hoped that I wouldn’t catch anything from these guys. When they saw that I had stopped struggling, they released me and continued masturbating while the guy inside me started fucking me. With each thrust, I screamed from the pain, only to have it muffled by the gag. I knew that eventually, my body would produce its own lubricant, but that was of no consolation to me now, as the tears fell from my eyes.

He started picking up the pace, and pounding me franticly. I was completely caught off guard when I felt him ejaculate inside me; he held himself deep inside me, as he came; only pulling out when he was empty.

When he was out, the five other guys rotated clockwise, until I had one guy on my right, one at my head, two on my left, and one at my ass. My primary concern was no longer about catching anything from these guys, but of getting pregnant. I was so preoccupied with these thoughts that I never even noticed that the second guy was already fucking me. I started crying again, imagining my life would be over after tonight. The second guy didn’t last that long, and came inside me before moving out of the way for the third guy.

The third guy lasted even shorter than the second and I had hopes that this nightmare would be over soon.

As the forth guy pressed the head of his penis against my pussy, I suddenly remembered details about the penis that had been at my head when this whole thing had started, and knew that this would hurt even more than the first guy. To say that his penis was big wasn’t doing it justice; the head looked as big and round as a tangerine, and it was a good eleven or twelve inches long. I felt like I was being ripped open as he slowly forced his penis into me, and the feeling spread inside me as he pushed deeper; only stopping when he encountered my cervix. I nearly passed out as he fucked me, and when he came, I was certain that if I got pregnant, it would be his.

The fifth guy stuck it in me, pumped twice and came; the shortest of them all. The last guy was a little longer than him, but not by much.

I figured that was it, and really just wanted to go wash; suddenly I was being sprayed with cold water. I saw that the first guy had attached a hose to the sink, and had turned on the cold water. The hose had one of those pointy nozzles that looks like an ice cream cone, and works by turning it. He came over and sprayed me down, working the water all over my body. When he got down around my ass, I gasped as the cold water was sprayed over my raw pussy.

He turned the water off, and I breathed a sigh of relief, until I felt him push the nozzle up inside my pussy. Before I could even think to do something, the other five guys were back holding me down, as the first guy turned on the water, and proceeded to wash all their cum out of me. I had wanted to wash because I felt dirty, but I now knew just how well planned out this assault had been. I had had no doubt that these guys would get away with raping me, but the fact that they had planned this far ahead surprised me.

When he was satisfied, and turned the water off, I expected them to untie me and threaten me somehow; what I didn’t expect was that they would repeat the same process, over and over.

I lost track of how many times they raped me and came inside me, before washing me out again, that night. I must have passed out at some point, because I woke up the next day, naked and shivering, curled in a ball in the corner of the garage, using my clothes as a pillow.

My pussy felt swollen and raw, and the skin around my ankles and wrists was bruised from the ropes that were used. It took me a while just to stand up and get dressed. I picked up my ruined panties and was about to throw them in the garbage bin, but I noticed black marks on them and held them up. I saw that someone had written a message into them with a black felt marker. The message read,

No one will ever believe you.

You belong to us now.

We’ll see you again, soon.

I tucked the panties away, and went back to my dorm, trying to fathom what this went for me.


These characters don’t suffer repercussions, because their story ends. They can have casual sex without using condoms. You aren’t as lucky.

“And that is so not going to happen!” finished Tori.

They were lying by the poolside, and as it often did, the topic had come around to boys and girls.

Emily made a sound of acknowledgment, not looking at her friend. Tori was a 22-year-old natural blonde. She was lying on her belly, stretched out on a towel, sweating in the hot sun. Her tanned, bare skin bore only a calf tattoo and a cheerful red bikini.

And it wasn’t a big one. The scarlet triangle decorating her butt was more of a patch.

Emily reclined on the beach chair next to her. Her pine-green bikini, more modest, was the only one she’d ever owned. This was the third time she’d ever worn it.

Emily was twenty-one, with straight dark brown hair. People who looked into her huge dark eyes thought of a waif, or an owl. When her hair fell across her face, when she looked at you up through her lashes: mischievous. Perhaps a sensuous, thick-lipped Gypsy had snuck into her dull British family line. But most of the time, she told her reflection, her features were just plain. A plain, simple girl.

She wore sunscreen. A lot of it. Emily didn’t tan. Her pale skin pinked or burned. Sometimes a smattering of freckles would kiss her cheeks for a few days, if she’d been lucky and caught just the right heat of the sun. She didn’t really do poolsides. She was here because Tori was her friend and this was a typical Tori afternoon.

Tori had just given her the update on the crazy boy who last week had spotted her across the bar and just wouldn’t stop trying to buy her drinks. One drink was nice. In the telling, it had earned him a smile, and that, Tori explained, was her first mistake.

The rest was a grueling story of rolled eyes, texts, friends and ex-girlfriends that Emily couldn’t relate to. Boys didn’t buy Emily drinks. That was largely because Emily didn’t go to bars. But if she did, she told herself, boys wouldn’t buy her drinks.

Sometime around when he’d sent his friend over to Tori’s table, which was right around the time that Emily’s polite interest was growing into unhappy irritation, her attention had wandered. She’d watched the gardener.

The gardener was a large, quiet fellow, tanned and bulky. He was pushing a wheelbarrow back and forth from house to yard. Buckets of tools, then bags of something, and then he was working the earth.

While Tori talked, Emily had watched him, the tall golem of a man, stabbing the dirt with his shovel, over and over, wrestling his tool out and stamping it back in. This fascinated her, for some reason. He’d lifted the rosebush from the ground into his wheelbarrow, resting it gently on its side, babying the flowers, uncaring of the thorns.

In Tori’s story, she’d just given the cold shoulder to the boy’s friends as the gardener slapped the dirt off his gloves. In the story, she walked out of the bar as the wheelbarrow toted its rosebush behind the corner of the house.

A metaphor? thought Emily. She was an English major. Where did the roses go? Out of sight. Out of mind.

Tori stretched, adjusted her straps, and started a new story. Emily closed her eyes for some peace, but she still saw the sun in dazzling dark reds, while she heard her friend’s very different life unfold. How long do I have out here before I burn, she wondered.

The gardener was Nick. Groundskeeper, as he said. Nick was the groundskeeper.

Nick left his muddy shoes in the garage. He stripped off his sweaty socks and his overalls. He’d been working hard on the garden since the morning, and had earned his shower and his break.

His little brother Jack had taken his wife out of the country for most of the summer. Their daughter Tori, Nick’s niece, chose to stay home her first college summer.

Jack had hired his older brother to keep the place up.

Nick didn’t mind. He wasn’t really close with any of them, but he liked the three of them well enough. Jack and everyone else in Nick’s family had had big dreams. But strangely, Nick, the first-born, had always known the unassuming life that was right for him. At 45, he was content. He didn’t live in a fancy house like this one, no. When he wanted, he had a little room downstairs, but most nights he spent in his trailer.

Last night, he’d stayed out late with the guys, a good bunch of guys, and now he was out in the sun, plotting yard arrangements. It was relaxing. It paid the bills.

The hot shower left him tired. He’d just had the energy to pull on a bathrobe and collapse on his bed in his quiet downstairs room. The door hadn’t been pulled all the way closed.

Emily and Tori had agreed they’d break out the beers when the sun started to go down. But that was some hours away and, Emily had explained, she burned too easily to stay out.

She slid open the downstairs patio door and padded inside. Her bare feet were cold on the stone floor, her eyes wide in the gloomy dark. Her heated flesh felt like it was steaming in the cool air.

She nosed around the downstairs bar, more out of curiosity than actual interest. She thought she might make a phone call.

Then a shape in the other room caught her eye. She laid a pink-nailed hand on the door and quietly pushed it open.

Nick lay on the bed, sound asleep. The bathrobe, untied, lay parted at his sides. He was completely naked.

His knees were at the bed’s edge, his feet on the floor. His knees, comfortably apart, framed the college girl who was staring from the doorway.

Some part of Emily’s mind thought fast: Tori would stay out for hours; she could hear this guy’s faint snoring; she could always say she was just looking for a bottle of booze.

Her gaze held steady on Nick’s soft, uncircumcised penis.

It lay to its side, across his hip. His long, hairy ball sack — all of him was pretty hairy, it seemed — hung low in the dark between his thighs.

Emily had seen pornography, of course. She’d led a sheltered life in her private high school, but in college, like any normal girl, she’d called up a website or two in the privacy of her bedroom.

She knew what a penis was, and how it worked. She’d never seen a real one. She’d never even seen a video of a soft one. Weren’t they supposed to be smaller when they were soft? This one seemed pretty big.

She breathed open-mouthed, silently, watching. She could hear the faint sound of the distant highway, and the smooth hum of the central A/C, and Nick’s open-throated hoarse breathing that could barely be called a snore.

How had she decided to step inside and push the door back ajar? Yet there she was, standing flat-footed, door behind her, hands clasped chastely in front of her bikini bottom, staring at the cock and balls of a freshly-washed man.

Genitals, came the word unbidden to her mind. But her face was reddening, she knew, not from the sun, and the giddy twists in her insides weren’t because she was in science class. That was a cock.

“Touch it, Emily,” she thought to herself.

Where had that come from? That didn’t sound like her.

There were poets and poetesses who met like this, she thought. She was sure of it. What’s-his-name, they got married. There was debauchery of some kind, she knew. The writers she admired lived life to the fullest. Surely she should do the same.

She found herself taking a step and crouching down between the grown man’s legs. Her eyes were adjusting now. The drapes were closed, the light was off, but the room was actually not dark at all, it had just looked that way. Just dim.

His legs were like tree trunks. His hands seemed huge. The gardener was a big, strong guy.

The dark hair on his legs grew thicker between his thighs, and it drew a line up his belly. “Like a satyr,” came to her in an inane flash. She could see, now, his ball sack dangling down, wrinkled and reddish-brown with a smattering of wiry hairs. “Gross,” she thought, but there was another thought too.

Her hand hovered over his sleeping penis — cock — resting so innocently on its side.

Then her warm hand rested carefully on the warm penis. It was so soft. So tender and harmless. It felt like a newborn puppy.

She looked up for a moment. Nick hadn’t moved. When she realized she was touching her first penis, something adjusted inside her. And when it occurred to her that she was a college girl holding on to a grown man’s dick — Tori’s uncle (“old enough to be…” came to her) — well that made her feel something too.

It wasn’t a bad feeling.

Some gentle squeezes. The thing’s skin was loose. The flesh was soft and pliable. So this was what they were like.

Could she make it hard? she wondered. She wrapped her whole hand over it in a loose fist and slowly, like she’d seen in videos, she pulled up and down.

Nothing — no change, though she gently squeezed as she stroked — still soft as a kitten, warm as a cat, innocent as — oh.

Suddenly, without any movement from Nick, his cock grew. She held on for a moment, then, eyes wide, released it and watched.

She’d felt it start to swell just a bit. Now it grew on its own. First it expanded just a bit. Then, resting sideways across his thigh, it stretched. It wobbled as it extended. The skin became taut, then tight. As the swelling head struggled to burst free, Nick’s cock lifted and swung up.

It kept growing longer. Nick sighed softly in his sleep. It was so big now, bobbing up at an angle, crawling up his belly. It bent in a curve, trying to straighten itself. Long seconds passed. Emily held her breath. It didn’t seem done. It shook gently, like it was struggling.

Then, just as she reached out her hand again, it gave one quiet stretch, and it grew, and it was a proud, hard cock, standing straight, stretching from hairy groin to hairy bellybutton. It was the angry weapon of a sleeping stranger, emerged from its cocoon.

Kneeling, she grasped it carefully, and watched as she carefully pulled down the roll of skin ringing its tip. The tip slipped out. It was purple-red. It looked like an alien.

She wasn’t sure what she was thinking, as she gave the hard cock a dreamy stroking, sliding her fist up and down. She was twenty-one. It really didn’t occur to her where this was heading. She stared at the thick ridge that ran from tip to balls. She was pretty sure that was where the sperm went. It felt like nothing she’d felt before.

Nick swam slowly up from an amazing instantly-lost dream and lifted his eyes. He saw Emily. After what seemed a long while, it occurred to him that the girl wasn’t part of the dream. “Oh,” he thought, “wow. That’s good.”

Waking, he watched for a while, silently, the dark-haired girl with the cute nose shyly stroking his cock.

“What’s your name?” he asked, finally.

She stopped. “Emily,” she said. She looked him in the eye.

“Keep going,” he said.

She did.

He breathed deeper, and propped himself up on his elbows, watching the girl half his age lick her lips, focused on the new toy.

“You can go faster,” he said, and she did.

He took a deep breath and he pushed his palms into the sheets. It had only been a few minutes since she’d first touched him. But the forgotten dream had seemed like endless hours of raging-hot erotic torture. It confused him, how sensitive his dick was, how close he already was to cumming.

He stared at Emily, entranced. He thought she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her hair, dark and straight, made her look like an old-time movie star. Her pale shoulders swayed and shook as she worked his cock, and he spotted on them a faint smattering of freckles running up her neck to her girlish cheeks. When she looked at him, her eyes were so deep and dark that … well, to be honest, they made him want to fuck her brains out.

A low, throaty voice was all he could manage. “Put your mouth on it.”

Never in a million years would Emily have pictured herself, kneeling between an older man’s legs, leaning forward to cautiously, carefully, slip his puffy red cock-head between her lips.

“Ahhhhhh,” Nick breathed. His body tensed.

Emily tasted salt, and then noticed a bit of something slimy in her mouth. What was it? She thought maybe her pussy moistened. She didn’t think the gardener had cum, but she didn’t know what else it was. She stopped to look at him.

Denied, Nick groaned through his teeth, sat up, took hold of Emily’s head with both hands, and lowered her mouth back onto his stiff cock. She took it willingly, sliding her lips and tongue delicately over the slippery bulb.

The dainty licks, unsatisfying, inflamed his need. His balls drew up, growing firm. He grunted, clutched her head tighter, and with a few up-and-down lifts and thrusts, he showed Emily how it feels when a man’s cock pumps in and out of a girl’s mouth.

She sucked in his rhythm, bobbing her head and jacking her fist, and he let go and fell back on the bed. Her other hand rested shyly on his thigh for balance.

Her victim, twice her size, struggled for breath as her small mouth rocketed him forward. She’d grasped him at his core and was dragging him over a cliff. He didn’t — it was — she was — she was so pretty –

Nick stiffened and his fingers curled as his cock erupted into the wet mouth of a willing college girl.

Emily’s mouth was suddenly full of hot cum. Surprised, she sat up and let go. Whether and how to swallow? — but Nick had already grabbed her hand and head, and forced them back onto his spasming penis.

A squirt of cum splashed on his chest — and then his prick was jammed back in her mouth, impaled deep this time. With her hand she felt the next pulse of semen a moment before the salty warmth gushed into her again.

It was a glorious mess to her, an explosion of emotion in fluid. She felt rather than heard the frightening, masculine sounds she’d pulled from him. His great body gave a spastic dance under her mouth as he came.

She tried to swallow and gagged. Her mouth opened, forced wide by the cruel incursion, and his cum squished out, flooding over her hand. She did her best. She licked and sucked as Nick grunted and gasped, pushing himself up into her.

As the last jets shot out of him, awareness returned. For a long while, as his sensitive cock twitched in her hand, he looked down at Emily, still suckling at it, licking the spent but still stiff flesh, because he hadn’t told her to stop.

He sat up and told her to stop.

She laughed first, a little, and then he laughed, a lot. And then they were both standing. He was brushing back her hair with a sun-browned, thick-skinned hand, touching her neck, telling her how lovely she was, and what a lucky man he was.

She was dazed that she had done this. All on her own. She knew boys liked sex. She’d felt its undertones in friendships and relationships, in a glance or a stare. But was this primitive glandular roughhousing, this orgiastic demand and surrender, so lightly hidden in all men, lying in wait barely under the surface? It had been just a few minutes since she walked in the room, and now — she was wiping his sourness off her mouth.

She went to kiss him a few times, because that’s what boys and girls are supposed to do, but he pulled back, and just smiled at her, and for some reason this aroused her. He kept caressing her and talking to her. His lips brushed her neck, her ear. His hands ran lightly up and down her side. All the while, his exhausted member tapped wetly, ignored, against her hip.

When they did kiss, he had one hand on her throat and the other gripped her ass. His lips met hers, he bent her back and devoured her. He licked inside her mouth, and she barely had time to think “Gross!” before her knees went weak.

The top he untied, and the bottom he slid off, and he sat her on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t romantic. He sucked at her neck and licked her tits, and made her feel woozy inside. Her nipples were hard fleshy buds, and when he planted his wet mouth on them and sucked them hard, she grimaced and hunched over. It hurt a little. Then she started to squirm.

She was sitting with legs together, because that’s what girls are supposed to do, and when he slid his big hand up between them, she was actually shocked that he pushed them apart.

Then his strong fingers nestled into her cleft. At first his hand, squeezing and massaging her, was an alien invader. He was tickling, corrupting and defiling her. After a few more strokes and squeezes, he was a man, and she a woman. A little while later, she was his woman.

She opened herself to him. He rubbed her moist pussy as she clung to his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, and her shiny, straight hair smelled like her flowery shampoo. Her curly hair was thick under his palm, and under his fingers it matted as she grew wet.

She clutched him for long minutes. He talked to her with “mmm” and “mm-hm,” and she answered him back with “mmm,” and they sat there, together, shifting and breathing hard, while he rubbed her pussy.

He stopped, and Emily felt lost, and didn’t understand, but when he kissed her, turned her onto her back, and lifted her knees into the air, she realized what was coming. When he leaned in and breathed hot onto her virgin pussy, she jerked like she’d been spanked. And when the older man’s mouth fell onto her most private place and gave her long licks, she gave little gasps, unable to speak.

Emily had made herself cum plenty of times. She had never been with a man, but she wasn’t a prude. She knew where her parts were. She knew what her pussy needed and knew how to stroke it just the way she liked.

And in her fantasies she’d imagined a boy from school going down on her. A clever, dorky boy who would read her poetry on dates and then lick her exactly as her own fingers did. What she hadn’t realized was that the real tongue would stroke her as it pleased.

Wet licks came to the left and right of her spread slit, those hairy, curiously sensitive nethers, and she moaned. His lips and tongue zeroed in, and nipped and pulled at the folds in her flesh, and she felt herself grow wetter. And when he gave up what her pussy needed, slipping the tip of his tongue into her little hole and working it in circles, while his nose nudged against her clit, her breath caught, and she cried out weakly.

He was determined to savor the experience. He loved the sounds she made. He loved the uncertain, jerky movement of her self-conscious body, the way her delicate hands seemed to almost want to cover her shame. He loved the look of her flushed, puffy lips swaddled in soaked curls.

He loved her smell: spicy sweat, tropical sunscreen, and the rank, dark taste of her cunt. The girl every inch a girl, and her cunt her nasty, dirty secret to plunder.

He lifted his head and gave her smooth inner thighs a lick, and smiled as her hands clamped onto his head and pulled him back in. She arched her back and twisted her hips, and her legs swayed from side to side as he licked, cradling his face until he pushed her knees back harder, opening her wider to his hungry mouth.

He was pretty sure by now that she was a virgin, or at least had never done before what she was doing now. He slid a finger around and around, and carefully pushed inside her. She tensed, and he pushed further. Slippery but tight as hell. Taking his time, watching her try to relax, he eased into her, while he gave her pussy kisses.

Then he held the flat of his tongue firmly in place over her tiny nub of a clit, and slid the finger in and out, slowly, feeling her tremble, feeling her relax, feeling her body suck at him, hearing her high cries turn to grunts: “uh! mmh! uhh!”

Nick had big hands, and he took him time with his second finger, working it into her carefully. They watched each other as he did, eyes meeting across the length of her bare torso. His tongue gave her clit little pets and she felt the hot and cool of his breath over her mound.

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Tammy couldn’t believe this crap. She got her cousin, Angela, to loan Tammy her car to make a late night run to the burger joint and now the car was sitting in a field fifteen miles from where it was suppose to be. Tammy didn’t know what to do. This was Angela’s combination graduation and 18th birthday present. The worst part was Tammy wasn’t even driving. She had met her boyfriend and he wanted to see what the car would do. The next thing Tammy knew the damn thing was flying over a ditch and into some farmer’s field. Tammy couldn’t call her father, because she was already in trouble with him for her grades, and the last thing she needed in her first year of college was this. She begged her boyfriend to get some help, but he just called his friend to pick him up. He told Tammy to come with him, and they would say someone stole it. Tammy knew that wouldn’t fly and it wasn’t long before her asshole of a boyfriend was gone.

With a deep breath Tammy called Angela. To say that Angela was upset would be an understatement. She was crying and almost hysterical on the phone. Then Angela’s father picked up the phone. Tammy was scared of her father, but her Uncle Bob terrified her. He was a tough man who use to be a bouncer at a number of country and western bars around his town. He also had a way of looking at Tammy that made her squirm. She could never prove it, but there were several times since she moved to town for college, that she thought Uncle Bob was trying to catch her naked. He had a habit of opening her bedroom door without knocking.

Tammy tried to explain what happened but she could tell he wasn’t buying any of it. Finally he interrupted her and asked where she was, and said he was on his way. Tammy was hoping against hope that Angela was coming with him. After thirty minutes Tammy saw headlights coming and then saw her uncle’s red pickup. When he opened the door Tammy knew she was really screwed. He was alone.

“What the hell happened Tammy? How did this car end up fifty yards off the road in a damn field? I guess we need to call my so successful brother and tell him that his little daughter wrecked my little girl’s car!”

“Noooo! Please don’t call my daddy! I’m sorry Uncle Bob. I swerved to avoid a deer and I guess I hit the gas instead of the brakes.” Tammy said with tears streaming down her face.

“Try again little girl. Only this time make it the fucking truth!”

“Okay! Okay! I went to meet Brad and he wanted to drive it. Then the shit wanted to see how fast it would go, and he lost control.”

It took another hour to get a tow truck out to pull it out of the field and Tammy was shocked at the damage. She could see and hear her uncle fuming as he looked at it after they pulled it out. He stormed to the truck and slammed the door as he got in. Tammy was actually afraid right now. Maybe she should have called her father. They just sat there as Uncle Bob shook his head over and over. Finally he started the truck and they slowly started off down the road.

“I can’t wait to talk to my brother and tell him that his oh so perfect little girl snuck off to fuck a guy and then wrecked my little girl’s car. This time he is really going to pay for what you did.”

Tammy sat in the passenger seat watching her uncle as he drove the truck The only thing going through her mind was how she was going to get out of this? Tammy had lived a charmed life. She had never once been in a situation that she couldn’t talk or flirt her way out of. In the worse case her daddy would see that she got out of whatever trouble she got into. Now she was sitting there trying to go through her options. She had flirted to get out of trouble before, even though she never would take it beyond flirting, but this was her uncle, and she detested him. Uncle Bob already knew the truth, so there was no way she could talk her way out of it. That only left her with her daddy, and she didn’t want to go that route. This was her first time away from home as an 18 year old college freshman. She was barely hanging onto her spring break vacation as it was. This would definitely make her daddy take that away.

“Please Uncle Bob. Don’t call my daddy tonight. Can’t we wait until you know how much it will cost? Then maybe I can pay you.”

The rest of the ride home was in complete silence. When they got home Tammy went straight to her room and was praying that Uncle Bob didn’t call her daddy. She didn’t sleep the entire night and was already up when her alarm clock went off for school. As she was getting dressed her door flew open and banged against the wall as Angela came storming in.

“I can’t believe you! Now I am the only 18 year old girl I know without a car. That car might not seem like much to you and your family, but that was how I got to work and school. Now I’m going to have to find rides to work. All because you wanted to get fucked. You are so going to regret the day you came to school here. My daddy was right, you are a stuck up bitch!”

After Angela stormed out Tammy sat on her bed with her head in her hands. She was completely fucked now. These country bumpkins were going to hang her out to dry and enjoy every minute of it. Why did her daddy demand that she go to this school anyway? Tammy didn’t care that her mother went here. She had always wanted to go to State with all her friends. Finally Tammy got up and snuck out of the house and went to class without seeing her uncle.

Every time her phone vibrated she was terrified it was her father, but she had made it through the day and no calls or messages from her daddy. She made it home and was surprised to find that she was the only person there. She decided to hop in the shower before her uncle got home. After her shower she slipped on a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of shorts like she usually did. Then she heard the door open and slam downstairs.

“Tammy! Get your ass out here!”

“Shit! Uncle bob is home” Tammy said to herself. She put her brush down and slipped on her flip flops and went downstairs. She finally found him in the kitchen sitting at the table.

“Hey Uncle Bob.” she said in a nervous whisper.

“I got the estimate for Angela’s car, and it ain’t pretty.” He reached into his coat pocket and puled out a folded piece of paper and slid it over.

Tammy unfolded it and looked at it. Her eyes got huge as she kept looking at it. “Five thousand dollars? That is crazy. That piece of shit isn’t even worth that.”

As soon as she said that Tammy wanted to eat those words. Her uncle just looked at her and she could see the veins in his neck throbbing.

“That piece of shit might not be much to you and my brother, but it is the best I could do for my little girl. I worked my ass off for that piece of shit.”

“I’m sorry Uncle Bob I didn’t mean it that way.” Tammy was almost crying again.

“Those tears work on my brother, but they’re not going to work on me, so just cut that out. I want five thousand dollars right now or I call your daddy.”

“I don’t have that kind of money. I might can get a couple thousand, but even that isn’t going to be easy. Please Uncle Bob. There has to be another way that doesn’t cost as much.”

“Get up to your room. I’ll be up in a little bit.”

Tammy didn’t know what his idea would be, but she knew she wasn’t going to like it. Tammy sat on her bed with her back against the wall waiting on his heavy footsteps to come down the hallway. It seemed like hours had passed, but was actually only thirty minutes.

Uncle Bob came in and sat on the edge of her bed looking at her. “There is only one way. You get me two thousand by tomorrow, and you work off the rest around the house.”

Tammy perked up at this. “Okay, I can do chores and wash clothes, and such. I can even cook some, so I’ll do that.”

“There will be more chores than that around here.”

“I know. I’ll clean, do the yard work. Whatever you need.”

“Exactly, whatever the fuck I need, and right now I need a good blow job. I’ll be in my room waiting on you.”

Then he got up and walked down the hall to his room. Tammy just sat there thinking “he can’t really expect me to?” She sat there for a minute longer and finally got up and walked down the hall to ask him if he was serious. When she got to his open door she was shocked to see him laying on top of his bed completely naked.

“Uncle Bob!! What the hell?!” Tammy yelled as she turned her head.

“What part did you not understand, blow or job?”

“Geez, cover up. I can’t talk to you while you’re naked. You’re my uncle.”

“I told you what I want. You decide before Angela gets home in two hours if you want to work your problem out with me, or with your daddy.” While he said that he was stroking his hard cock.

Tammy had just caught sight of him doing that out of the corner of her eye. “Don’t be doing that while we’re talking.”

“You have two hours, and don’t worry, I won’t let you miss out on the full experience.”

Tammy turned and ran down the hall to her room and slammed the door. “What was she going to do?” Tammy thought. She wasn’t a virgin, but she also didn’t qualify as a slut. What kind of girl would submit to her uncle? God she was screwed. She picked up her phone a hundred times ready to call her daddy, but kept putting it down. She knew that a blow job would only be the beginning, and she dreaded thinking about what would come after that. After almost an hour Tammy decided that she could do this. She stood up and her legs were trembling she was so scared.

As she walked down the hall she got to his door and saw her uncle still laying on top of he bed. His cock looking huge as it rose from his groin. Tammy just stood at the door trembling. She didn’t want to do this.

“Oh God!! Please don’t make me do this. I’m your niece, I’m not some whore.”

Bob just laid there looking at Tammy and then he reached down and started moving his cock around with his hand. “Look at it Tammy. He wants you.”

Tammy closed her eyes and whispered “Please Uncle Bob” with tears running down her cheeks.

He just laid there wagging his hard cock at Tammy.

Trying to act brave Tammy started toward his bed. Once she was beside it she couldn’t look at her uncle’s face. She decided it would be easier if she just concentrated on the act itself, and not on her uncle. She sat on the bed and the old springs squeaked and this just addd to the humiliation. Every move she made that old bed would announce it throughout the entire room, and her face got redder from embarrassment.

“Come on Tammy. You know you want to be a good niece. Take your uncle’s cock in that little mouth of yours. I have been looking forward to those soft pink lips wrapping around me. Sucking me deep into your mouth. “

As the tears flowed Tammy reached over and Uncle Bob let go of his cock as Tammy’s small fingers wrapped around it. It was so hot Tammy felt like it would burn her. She slowly slid her hand up and down his shaft. She could have sworn that she could feel his heart beating through his cock.

“I think I asked for a blow job Tammy, not a hand job. Come on, wrap those lips around your uncle.”

Tammy was hoping he would quit talking. This was humiliating enough, he was just making it worse. Then Tammy closed her eyes and leaned over until his cock head brushed against her lips. She was fighting the urge to get sick so she had to go slow. She started out pursing her lips and lightly kissing all over his shaft. Finally she opened her mouth and started licking on it like a lollypop. She was making slow licks up and down the sides of the cock. Once she reached the head she opened her mouth and with a ragged breath she brought her lips around the head and began softly sucking.

“Oh yeah baby. That’s the way to suck your uncle’s cock. Yeah, just like that.” Bob knew Tammy was trying to block out who she was blowing, so he was going to remind her every chance he got. Bob also knew he wasn’t going to last with his 18 year old niece giving him a blow job.

Tammy was just trying to concentrate on the cock in her mouth and not on what her uncle was saying. With her lips sealed around his shaft Tammy began to slide further down his shaft. Each stroke of her her mouth brought a groan of pleasure from her uncle. Now she had built up a rhythm and was making sure to use more than enough saliva to get him off as fast as possible. Tammy used her hand to stroke the bottom of his shaft that she couldn’t get in her mouth. Then occasionally she would reach down and fondle his balls with her fingers.

“Oh yeah Tammy. Keep sucking your uncle’s cock. Just remember I expect you to swallow, so don’t make a mess.”

Tammy heard the last part, and she felt herself getting sick knowing that he was going to cum in her mouth. With a sudden determination she began sucking him deeper. She now was using her fingers just to play with his balls as she was taking most of his cock into her mouth. With her saliva running down around his balls Tammy heard a loud groan and then she felt his cock expanding in her mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah!! Here it comes baby. Drink all your uncle’s cum.”

Then Uncle Bob’s ass came off the bed and forced the rest of his cock down Tammy’s throat just as the first jet of cum shot out. Tammy tried her best to get it all to go straight down her throat so she wouldn’t taste it but Uncle Bob knew what she was up to and pulled her mouth off him so that just the head was in her mouth. Now each spurt was sliding over her tongue before she got the chance to swallow. Tammy was repulsed by this, but she kept sucking. It felt like he was never going to quit filling her mouth with his cum. Each time she thought he was through she felt another spurt slide over her tongue.

“At last” Tammy thought to herself as his cock stopped spasming inside her mouth. Then she carefully pulled off his cock.

“Are you sure that you’re only 18 years old? You must be a real slut to be that good at giving blow jobs. Now make sure you get it all.” Uncle Bob said.

Tammy held his cock in her fingers like it was a delicate instrument and made sure to lick all around it.

“There, you’re completely clean.” Tammy mumbled as she looked down. There was no way she could bring herself to look at him, not after this.

“Then I guess your first chore is done.”

Tammy got up and she didn’t know if her legs would hold up long enough for her to make it back to her room. She had to hold onto the wall all the way back, but she did make it to her room. Once there she ran to her bathroom and her retching sound was the only thing that drowned out the hysterical laughing of Uncle Bob.

After throwing up Tammy kneeled with her head resting on the rim of the toilet bowl and softly cried. “How could he do this? To his own 18 year old niece?” Tammy struggled to her feet and and leaned over the sink looking at her reflection in the mirror. This brought another wave of nauseousness to spread over her and she turned just in time to find the toilet. Tammy was having dry heaves when she finally stood back up. This time she didn’t even look at the mirror. She just opened the door so she couldn’t see it. Tammy spent the next brushing her teeth and gargling with mouth wash until she thought she had brushed all the enamel off her teeth. Then she staggered to her bed and collapsed.

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