Niece in torment

CHAPTER ONE

Faye Madden looked out the rain-streaked window of the droning 747 at the blurred city lights below. She clasped her trembling fingers together, folding them in her lap and trying to fight down the panic that made her heart pound like a trip-hammer.

"Weather making you a little nervous?" a ruggedly handsome dark-haired man who was sitting next to her asked.

Faye turned her head slightly to the right and shook it back and forth, afraid that she might choke if she said anything. Flying terrified her, and this storm was driving her wild with fear.

"Come on. Holding hands at times like these makes it easier," the broad-shouldered stud said, reaching over and gently covering Faye's folded hands with his big right paw.

"Th-thanks," Faye stammered, feeling her terror subside a little. At the same time, she felt her nipples press against the thin fabric of her white cotton blouse.

There goes that damned feeling again! Faye said to herself, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the fact that her cunt was slowly erecting itself, that her cuntal membranes were starting to stretch and swell, and that her pussy-lips were moving apart slowly, exposing her hot, trembling hole. All through the flight the dark-haired man had tried to make polite conversation with her. And she knew why. Faye knew that he wanted to sneak into her panties and slip his big fat dick in her snatch. That's the way all men were. All they cared about was climbing on top of a woman and crushing her titties with their big paws while they hunched their drooling cocks in further and harder until they got their rocks off. Her Uncle Fred taught her that ten years ago on her father's farm when she was fifteen and when he…

No! She wouldn't think about that anymore. That was a long time ago, and Faye was always telling herself that she'd recovered from that…

That… experience.

"Sure you're okay?" the big man asked.

Faye smiled weakly, then turned her head and looked out the window again.

Men and their cocks! Faye thought bitterly, fighting down the nagging suspicion that she desperately needed dick-meat now. She needed it, yet hated it at the same time. Faye kept telling herself she'd recovered from that humiliating rape in the barn years ago. But she secretly knew that it wasn't true. Since that hot July night, Faye had declared a silent war on men and on the hot, tight feeling that occasionally swept across her near-virgin pussy with the ferocity of a California brush fire. She loved wearing revealing clothing, knowing that her big tits and her full, creamy thighs and well-rounded ass-cheeks made men's cocks stretch and thicken with hot blood. Then she put them down. God, how good that made her feel, telling a man panting after her ass to go stick it!

Her routine did everything Faye had hoped it would. It frustrated men, and it kept her pussy free of any invading cock. And that was the problem. Even with the extreme fear and hatred Faye had of men, she couldn't ignore her own sexual drives that were growing stronger with each passing year. She felt them welling up inside her somewhere deep in her gut like a swollen river pressing up against a weakened dam. There were occasional moments when Faye thought of going to a singles bar and really letting a man pick her up and – but no! She couldn't even think of the possibility of what would happen. Fucking! The ward made her skin crawl with horror.

But now, flying in a plane trapped in a violent thunderstorm somewhere over northern California, Faye forgot about her war on men and mentally, as well as physically, started to lean on the big man's shoulders.

"First flight?" he asked in a deep bass voice, squeezing her small trapped hand slightly with his powerful fingers.

"N… no. Flying always does this to me especially in this kind of weather," Faye stammered, smiling as she turned her head and looked at him. He winked, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, then turned his head and raised his right hand to signal a passing stewardess. While he was busy placing an order for a drink, Faye had a chance to examine him better. He was about thirty, dressed impeccably in a dark brown three-piece business suit, and wearing no wedding ring. His skin was darkly tanned, something that seemed to make his black curly hair even darker as she looked at it.

"I've ordered us a drink," he said, turning back to her and squeezing her fingers again.

"I'm fine now, thank you," Faye said, pulling her hand out of his with a little trouble.

"My name's Jack Moore," he said, flashing a broad smile and revealing a straight row of brightly white front teeth.

"Faye Madden. I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble. I'm really not such a baby. It's just that this rain and wind… well, enough of that," Faye said, laughing nervously as Jack continued to stare at her. Jesus, does he have to drill those eyes into me? Faye wondered as she felt her pulse quicken. There was that disgusting itch in her cunt again. But there wasn't anywhere she could go run off to now and finger that rising clit. She had to stay there, cringing under Jack's hungry, sparkling brown eyes while her pussy-lips swelled thicker and thicker with each passing minute.

"Glad to meet you. Here's our drinks," Jack said, taking his eyes off Faye for a second to pay the stew. The blonde sighed with relief, settling back in her seat and breathing a little more easily. When a man started to stare at her like that lately, Faye began to weaken in her resolve not to fuck another man again.

"Have a good flight, sir," the stew said, smiling as she handed Jack the two drinks. Faye turned to take one of the drinks, then dropped her eyes for some reason down to Jack's crotch. There was a bulge in his trousers! An erection – a hard-on, right there on the plane! The effect on Faye was electrifying. Her nipples were getting stiff and rigid, poking at her blouse like two steel spikes. That itch in her pussy was slowly turning into a dull ache. Her cunt began to ooze out rivulets of foamy juice, matting down the kinky curls surrounding her hot, puffy snatch-lips. God, how she wanted to reject him! How she wanted to cut him down the way she'd cut down so many other men! But what could she do? She was in a plane with no place to go. How could she risk creating a scene, embarrassing herself as well as him? Besides, Faye was so horny that she almost wished he'd ask her for a fast fuck.

"This'll settle you down," Jack said, handing her the vodka and tonic. They clinked glasses in a silent toast and drank down the burning booze. As Faye continued to small-talk with Jack Moore, the blonde felt the liquor firing up her pussy like gasoline on a bonfire. Taking that drink was the worst thing she could have done.

"Come on, let's go up to the lounge," Jack finally said, unfastening his seatbelt and starting to stand up.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather stay here," Faye said, wondering why he was so anxious to go upstairs.

"You're paying for a first-class seat and ignoring the goods that go along with it. Come on, it'll do you some good. There's more room up there to breathe," Jack said brightly.

And to fuck, Faye thought, looking cynically at him. Then she shook her head. What was this with her? She was thinking fuck, fuck, fuck all the time. Maybe all he wanted to do was help her out. Maybe – but then there was that hard dick. Standing up, the big man didn't show his hard-on trough the fairly loose-fitting trousers. But it was there. Faye knew it was there, just waiting to fly out and slip into some hot pussy.

"Well, I don't know," Faye said as her forehead broke out into a sweat. Her fingers shook so hard that the ice in her glass clanked together. Fight it! Fight it! Faye screamed to herself.

"Come on. You don't have to be nervous. I'll be there," Jack said in a low, husky voice.

Faye sucked in a deep breath. She could smell her cunt juice. She couldn't go up in that cabin with him now. She wasn't in any condition to be with a man. No! No!

"Alright, but you'll have to hold me. I'm a little unsteady," she said, unfastening her seatbelt and crawling out to the aisle. Faye balanced her drink carefully in her right hand as the two of them walked carefully to the spiral stairway that led up to the first-class lounge. What's happening to me?

Faye wondered to herself as she climbed up to the lounge. Each step was deliciously agonizing. The friction of her slick cuntal walls rubbing against her erect clit with each step she took sent hot/cold flashes through her body. That steady, pulsing, itchy ache in her cunt seemed to be robbing her of any strength. Faye at least tried to control herself outwardly. She didn't want everyone to know she was this worked up sexually. But as the blonde passed two old men sitting together in the first row of seats in the lounge, she saw them stop their conversation and look up strangely at her. They could see it! Her face was flushed red with excitement and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. They could smell it! Her vaporized cunt juice trailed after her like a shadow wherever she went.

"Let's sit back here," Jack suggested as he took her left hand and pulled her along.

Faye took another gulp of her drink and followed him. It didn't occur to her that the only other people in the lounge were those two old men, and they were getting ready to leave. The stewardess had turned the lights down very low, leaving the cabin in semi-darkness. Occasionally, a bright flash of lightning lit up the black sky around the plane and brightly illuminated the lounge. But by and large, the two of them were alone in the darkened cabin.

"This is a lot better," Jack said in a husky voice, sitting next to Faye in a large swivel seat.

"These airlines think of everything," Faye giggled, twirling around in her swivel chair and finishing her drink with one big gulp. The cabin was beginning to swirl around in her head. A loud buzzing filled her ears as the jet gently pitched and rolled in the turbulent weather. That aching hotness between her legs! It was driving her crazy! If only she could get to it somehow. If only she could sneak off to one of the bathrooms for a few minutes and let her fingers…

"Why did you take off your jacket and vest?" Faye asked in a panic, suddenly realizing that Jack was stripping down.

"Just to get more comfortable," he said, loosening his tie, then taking it off. The big man started to unbutton his shirt as Faye sank back into the well-padded chair in honor. Was he going to rape her right there on the plane?

"Does comfortable mean turning the lounge into a nudist colony?" Faye asked in a broken, excited voice. She was horrified at Jack's actions. But at the same time those thick clumps of black body hair poking over his shirt as he unbuttoned it excited her. She wanted to see more of his body just as much as she wanted him to stop undressing and leave her alone.

"It might. Depends on what you want," Jack said, continuing to strip down in front of her.

Faye's breathing had grown shallow. The sharp tickling sensations in her cunt were making her nipples scratch the cool, silky material of her blouse. The lush, buttery heat spread in her cunt until the blonde's entire body ignited with sexual fire. Faye licked her dry lips and tried to turn her head away.

"Stop that. Please," Faye said hesitatingly in a soft husky voice.

"You don't really want me to stop anything, do you? You want more, right, Faye? I could smell it down there. I know what you want, baby," Jack said, bending down and slipping off his shoes and socks. Faye couldn't say anything. She felt as if her blood had been turned into concrete and frozen her motionless. She sat in her chair, holding the empty drink glass while Jack pulled off his shirt and laid it carefully on top of his jacket and vest. The blonde inhaled sharply. The muscles in his chest rippled with each movement he made, radiating an excitement, lust and power that tore down the last shreds of resistance Faye had. The blonde dropped her glass, sending the ice cubes scudding across the thickly carpeted floor while she reached up and cupped her titties with both hands. It felt so good to hold them now. She squeezed her long, slender fingers into the spongy tit-flesh and sighed. When she pressed her steely nipples in with her thumbs, her cunt contracted at the same time, giving her some relief from the almost unbearable itchy feeling that gripped her entire body.

"Wh-what are you doing to me?" Faye suddenly wondered out loud as she dropped her hands to her lap. She felt horribly shamed and guilty that a man was making her feel herself off like that in public!

"You're doing it to yourself, honey. I can tell that you've been needing and wanting cock-meat for a long time. Well, I'm just the guy to feed it to you, inch by inch," Jack said, leering hotly at her as he started to climb off his seat.

"You stay where you are," Faye said in a terrified voice as Jack slid off the seat and stood up in front of her. She shifted her glance from his sparkling eyes down to the crotch that was only inches in front of her. The big bulge was noticeable now, twitching nervously.

"Go on. Touch it!" Jack said.

"What? Are you crazy?" Faye cried out, wondering why she just didn't stand up and run away. That's what she should have done. But her knees were so weak. And that pulsating itch in her pussy was sapping her of all strength and resistance.

"Come on. Don't play the reluctant vestal virgin with me," Jack said, bending down and grabbing both her hands with his. With one quick move the big man pulled her fingers up and forward, pressing them against that hot, big bulge. A flush of shame shot across her cheeks as Faye felt the tempting heat of Jack's big, thick cock through his trousers.

"Go on and tell me that you don't want to get fucked," Jack said huskily, rubbing the blonde's fingers slowly up and down that cloth-imprisoned dick. "You want that prick, and I want to slip it in between those fat, hot pussy-lips of yours," Jack growled.

"But here, in the plane?" Faye stammered out, racking her brain for excuses.

"We're in the back of the lounge. We've got at least an hour before we land in San Francisco, and it's late at night. There won't be too many people up here. Besides, you want it so bad you'd do it in a public park in broad daylight," Jack said, letting go of her hands while he slid his up to the top button.

"Oh God, no," Faye groaned as she watched him unfastening his trousers. Her eyes glued themselves to the big man's fly as he slowly unzipped it. Before she knew it, the zipper was all the way down. Jack pulled his slacks open, letting loose the ten-inch monster Faye had felt through the material seconds earlier.

"Like it? Most women do," Jack said, pushing his slacks down to his ankles and stepping out of them. While he folded them neatly over his other clothes, Faye almost broke out laughing. The whole thing was crazy, absurd! Stripping down in the middle of a crowded airliner – the idea of it was beyond belief! Yet there he was, standing completely naked only a few feet in front of her, fingering that thickly-veined, long, drooling dick with both hands. The whole thing was crazy.

Yet Faye felt a strange excitement that was taking over her mind and body. She didn't care about the rest of the passengers. She didn't think they would come up to the lounge any more. But fuck them if they did! She was too hot and willing to care. All her former resolutions not to fuck men dissolved with the booze and lust that ran through her body now. As Jack continued fingering his dick, Faye pushed herself up off the seat and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

"That's a good girl. Shit, I knew you had beautiful tits!" Jack said appreciatively as Faye shrugged her opened blouse off her shoulders and sent it floating down to the floor. Faye shuddered as Jack walked up to her and put his big arms around her waist, drawing her tightly to him. The stiff hairs that covered his chest tickled her stiffened nipples. She dropped her head back and opened her mouth in delight as Jack reached up with his right hand and started squeezing her right boob. His big, powerful hand felt so good doing that! He stroked her hot spongy flesh, finally flicking his thumb over and over her fiery tit-tip until Faye thought it was going to ignite. At the same time Jack rolled his hips a little and his swollen dong rubbed against Faye's silky belly. She gasped at the feel of that hot roll of cock-flesh.

"Oh, Jack, Jack," Faye moaned, rolling her head back and forth as the big man squeezed her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it around like a pea, sending strange bolts of pleasure/pain ripping through her swaying titties down to her oozing cunt.

"Take off your skirt and panties, babe. I'm gonna fuck you," Jack growled as he let go of her boobs and stepped back to give her enough room.

Fuck! There was that word again. Suddenly the old panic gripped her again. Her clit burned like a hot coal between her fat cunt-lips. But still there was that word again! She couldn't go through with it! No! No man would have her again!

"Get away from me!" Faye cried out, covering her tits with both hands as she started to back away from him.

"Quit the act, baby. You're hot for my dick. Any asshole can see that. So drop the crap and strip down!" Jack said angrily. If she wasn't going to cooperate, he'd rip the clothes right off her.

"No, I'm not! Just get away from me or I'll scream!" Faye threatened.

"Scream, eh? I'll give you something to scream about!" Jack said angrily, leaping forward and grabbing the retreating Faye tightly around the right wrist.

"Help!" she cried out.

"Little bitch!" Jack said, taking a quick look around his shoulder to make sure no one was coming up. Then he yanked down on the woman's arms, pulling her down to the floor. Jack kneeled down in front of her and pushed her back before she could regain her balance.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Faye cried out as she felt him roll on top of her. His weight was crushing her down into the carpeting while his big dick rolled and slid up and down her panting belly. Her tits were pressed down into two flat puddles of flesh as Jack's wiry chest hairs scratched and tickled her sweaty flesh.

"Come on, baby. A little cooperation," Jack grunted as he pushed her skirt up, hooking his big fingers over the elastic band of her panties. Faye gasped as the sheer nylon was skinned over her plump ass-cheeks. This was no game! The big man had every intention of raping her right here and now!

"Rape! Rape!" Faye cried out in a panic as she made a quick lunge, trying to catch Jack's wrists. But the panties were pulled down too quickly. She groaned as she felt them slide over her thighs, over her knees then slip off her toes.

"Get this fuckin' thing off," Jack growled unzipping her skirt and tearing it off. Faye rolled on the floor, sobbing and begging Jack not to fuck her. But it was useless. Soon she was stripped completely naked and the big man was on top of her, digging the full length of his big cock into the juicy, dark gash that ran between her puffy labes.

"Ohhhhhh!" Faye cried out as that blood-engorged dick crushed into her clit.

"Gonna do a little eating before the main course," Jack said as he started to slide down Faye's twisting, hunching body.

"God help me! Ohhh, nooo!" Faye groaned guiltily as she felt Jack's thick lips slide over her hot belly and down, down into the blonde, burning bush surrounding her gnawing pussy-lips.