Judith watched Uncle Pete roll off her mother with a tired sigh and a grin. She couldn't believe the change she saw in his spent cock. It looked so small and limp and helpless, totally unlike the massive, threatening-looking weapon he had rammed into her mother's cunt. She noticed that he didn't look sad about it or in pain, though, so she decided his condition must be normal and that it was just another thing about screwing she didn't know.
As she crouched in her hiding place, waiting for the couple on the bed to leave so that she could make good her escape, Judith had a lot of time to think about all the things she didn't know and about the few things she did.
The one thing of which she was sure was that she was far behind other girls her age in knowledge of the world around her, of the basic facts of life, but that was not really surprising.
Years ago, when her family had lived in town, Judith had attended school, all the way through all grades. Then there had been the move out to the old house in the country and the end of her formal education.
She had cried a lot then, cried about her lost friends, about the school where she had learned the magic of reading and writing and drawing pictures and talking to boys and girls and laughing and playing.
Instead, she learned a new way of life, one of working in the house, of living in silence. For a long times, the silence had been hard to bear, but then she realized that it was a lot better than the sounds her mother made, the scolding, the loud screams of anger, the monologues on the ugliness of life and marriage and men and poverty. The silence was better than that, because it gave her an opportunity to think and to dream her limited dreams, dreams, which had to be limited by her very small experience and knowledge.
From time to time, Uncle Pete would send a package of books and magazines from wherever he happened to be. Each was devoured totally by the isolated girl with the hunger to see and know about life. But even those were censored by her mother who checked them first to see which of them were suitable for a decent Christian girl to look at.
She added to her reading supply on those infrequent times when her mother sent her into town on an errand. It meant walking a mile to the county road and waiting for a bus which made four trips a day. From there, a bumpy, forty-minute ride took her to the little town. It was a little town, but after the total isolation of the bush country, it was more than that, it was a big city with well-dressed, laughing people, stores, traffic and so many other things to see and hear. Each time she made the trip, she would carefully collect the papers and magazines she found on the bus, on the streets and, if she could be sure she wasn't being watched, in the litter cans.
Always, there was the vague hope that someday she would be able to go out into the world like other people, and tat the more she learned about it in advance, the easier it would be to cope with. But the papers and magazines didn't tell her anything about sex, about the functions of her body that she didn't understand. She had peen young couples kissing and holding each other on the bus. It always looked exciting and never failed to send strange feelings shooting through her body, but she didn't really know what they meant or what to do about them.
Once, when she had been in teenage years, she discovered a strange sensation of pleasure when she stroked her cunt after having a bath. Her mother caught her at it, and the doubled leather belt, which lashed her ass and legs, taught her that the pleasure, confusing as it was, wasn't enough to compensate for the pain of a strapping, so she stopped. She never learned about finger-fucking.
And then her thoughts were interrupted as the couple on the bed began to move around and her eyes and attention returned to them.
"Kneel up and let me play with that nice big ass now, " Uncle Pete told her mother and gave her a stinging smack on one cheek.
Laughing, Ruth knelt with her head down and her ass up, pointed right at the hiding girl. Crouching beside her, the man winked at Judith as he played with the big white cheeks, then his fingers went into the crack between them and began probing there, stroking, pushing. He drew the cheeks wide apart as he gave Judith another wink, showing her what her mother's asshole looked like.
Judith couldn't believe it when she saw him probe with a finger, then slowly push it up the little bung and work it in and out. She couldn't believe he would want to push her finger up a hole through which a person pooped, but he was doing it and seemed to enjoy it.
"Does he still like to fuck you up the ass?" Pete asked as he kept working the long finger in and out of her shifter.
"Yes, damn him. He hardly ever gets it in my cunt. When he does, he just gets it in and then he shoots and pulls out."
"You like my fucking better, Baby?" he asked as he reached under her ass and began to stroke her cunt, making her big behind wriggle.
"Oh, yes, Pete, you know it. I wish you could fuck me five times a day, every day."
"You'd turn me into a midget, you horny bitch. How about some nice cocksucking now? Get me hard and I'll give you a nice big drink of warm cream. You still like to suck my cock, don't you?"
"Christ, yes! I like that as much as fucking. If I suck you off, will you be able to get a hard-on to fuck me again later?"
"I'll give it a good try, Ruthie. Suck me of, Baby, and really drain my balls. I'm really in the mood to coat your throat with cream."
As he talked, he knelt up and waved his cock at Judith, then he gave it to her mother and the woman took it eagerly. Judith noted that her mother handled his prick gently, as though it were very delicate. As she held his rod, she kissed and licked the cockhead, then licked her way down the shaft until she was kissing and licking his balls. While she did, Pete rubbed her face and head and kept smiling at Judith as she stared in fascination and excitement and fear.
"That's the way to suck, Baby, " Pete told her. "Feel my cock getting nice and hard again. Try to take it all in your mouth."
"You gotta be kidding. It's too big, " Ruth, told him as she took the prick out of her mouth and rubbed it with both hands.
"No it's not, Baby. It's only ten inches. I watched a movie called Deep Throat. The gal could swallow a cock just as long as mine. Come on, Baby, give it a good try."
Ruth began to say something, but her words became muffled as she stuffed the growing cock back into her mouth and resumed sucking on it. As she did, her head moved up and down so that the cock went in and out. Watching, Judith saw that the action was much like fucking, except that the stiff cock worked in and out of her mouth instead of her cunt.
Judith wondered what cock cream tasted like. Would it be like milk cream, she wondered, or would it taste of pee because it came out of his cock? Whatever it tasted like, it was obvious that her mother had done it before and that she liked it. Judith wondered if she would like to suck a man's prick. As she watched, she stopped wondering and wished she were in her mother's place, wished she had Uncle Pete's lovely big cock in her mouth and that she was sucking it so that she could taste his cream. Looking up, she caught his eye, and it was as though he had read her mind and was telling her he'd love to let her try taking his cock in her mouth and in her cunt. She began to tremble again, and when she looked down, Judith saw that her hand had found its way under her skirt and was rubbing her tingling little cunt through her panties. It felt so good, and then the feeling got so strong that she had to stop.
"Keep sucking, Baby, " Pete panted as he rubbed both hands on Ruth's face and mussed her hair. "I'm almost there. Suck, Baby, suck... suck... suck!"
Judith saw her mother's head bob up and down faster and then she saw Pete throw his head back and heard him groan as his voice broke and his body began to jerk. Ruth held his cock with both hands and seemed to be drinking greedily as the naked man's body kept jerking and groans and grunts broke from his throat.
"Jesus, that was great, Ruthie. I've had my cock sucked by experts all over the world, but you're the best there is, " Pete told her as he took his wet, soft cock out of her mouth.
"Don't go away today, Pete. Stay a few days and I'll go down on you whenever you want."
"I don't think brother Paul would like that, " Pete said, grinning as he patted her ass. "Besides, I really have to."
"Damn, Pete. You'll leave me all worked up."
"You'll get over it, honey. Besides, I'll get back just as soon as I can."
"Sure. I'll get over it, but the kid won't like it."
"You mean Judith? What the hell has she got to do with it?" Pete asked.
"I can't help it. When I get horny and frustrated, I take it out on her."
"What do you mean? Do you mean you beat her for kicks?"
"I don't think about it like that, but I guess that's how it is."
"Judith is kind of grown up for that. You mean you take her over your lap and spank her bare ass like a little girl?"
"Sometimes. It depends on my mood. If I'm really mad, " Ruth went on, "I make her strip bare naked and give it to her with a leather belt or a switch. I can really make her dance and yell."
"And then, " Pete said and grinned, "do you go to your room and finger your cunt until you have a couple of comes?"
"How in hell did you know?"
"I've been around. I've met a lot of people with a lot of different tastes. Why doesn't Judith run away?" Pete asked and looked at Judith as though asking her the question.
"Are you kidding? Where would she go? We kept her dumb to make sure she'd stay home. This is the only life she knows."
"But you can't keep her here forever."
"Why not? She don't know nothing about life. She'll stay and take her medicine."
"And do all the work, too, " Pete suggested.
"Sure. What else are kids for?"
"Poor Judith, " Pete said as he looked at the girl, and this time there was no smile. "If she's as smart as I think she is, one of these days she's going to say fuck you. She'll just take off running and not stop until she gets to some city where she can lose herself."
"Not her. She ain't got the brains. She'll stay here and do as she's told. You'll see. Come on, Pete. Stay around for a few days and give me a nice dose of good old-fashioned fucking."
"I really wish I could, Ruthie, but I have to get on my way today. I drove more than three hundred miles to see you. If I could stay longer, I really would."
"You won't even do it to save Judith's ass from my switch?"
"I wish I could. I feel very sorry for that poor kid, but I have to go. I just don't have any choice."
"Damn you, Pete. Oh well, what the hell. I'll get dressed and go cut me a nice switch. A nice long one. Want to stay and watch her dance while I stripe her pretty ass? She got a lovely ass and a nice pair of tits, too. They really bounce when she's dancing and crying."
"Thanks, honey, but I wouldn't enjoy that. She's a sweet kid and I like her. I don't want to see that. I'd love to see her ass and tits and all that, her little cunt, too, for that matter, but not that way."
"Shit. Got time for another fuck before you go?"
"Let's get dressed and I'll see what I can do. Maybe I'll take your panties off just before I leave. Maybe I'll bend you over the car and slip it to you dog-style."
"That sounds great. I'll get Judith out of the way, but not too far. As soon as you drive off, I'm gonna cut me a switch."
