Maggie's Road Trip

Chapter four of Maggie's road trip with Dad and Uncle Frank.

We were all up early the following morning. We needed to get to the auction early. I watched as my father and uncle got right out of bed and got ready without a hint of being hungover. They left together and told me they'd be back with coffee and breakfast. On the other hand, I was hungover; my head was killing me, and all I could think about was my father and I having sex while Uncle Frank slept next to us. I took a quick shower while they were gone, and I was dressed before they returned.

We did not talk much before leaving. I listened to the two of them at the auction. They told me to be patient and open minded. They told me they would be listening to how the cars sounded. They ended up purchasing an older Jeep for me that needed a lot of work, but they reassured me that they could make it look brand new. Then, they ended up buying an older F-150 pickup truck. They are the professional car restoration guys, so I went along with what they told me.

We were back at the motel by six thirty. We had dinner before returning. For the first time on this road trip, my father said, "We should probably take it easy tonight. We have a busy morning tomorrow. We gotta pick the cars up and get the titles. Then, we need to hit the road before traffic starts. Does that work for everyone?"

It sounded like we weren't going to be drinking or doing anything else tonight. I asked, "So...No drinking then?"

My father and uncle started laughing. My uncle said, "Let's not get carried away. Of course, we'll have some cocktails. Unless you're scared of getting wilder than you've already been."

For a minute, I thought it was going to be a long, boring night. "I think I've proven that I don't scare easily. Nice try, though. So, what's the plan? You know, what time is bedtime," I asked sarcastically.

My father told us, "The two of you have some frustrations you need to work out." My uncle and I made faces at each other as my father continued, "I'm probably going to make a liquor store run. Then, we can probably watch some TV and go to bed early."

My uncle told my father that it was a good plan. I responded, "Yeah...You would think it was a good plan." Then I stuck my tongue out at him. Of course, he would like the plan; we would be in bed watching TV, I thought to myself.

As soon as my father left, I went and took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, my uncle was sitting in the bed in his boxers with no shirt. To fuck with him, I stood next to the bed as I unwrapped the towel from my body. I dried myself as he stared at me. I put on a pair of skimpy panties and a loose T-shirt. "There...All ready for my boring night in bed watching reruns. How do I look, Uncle Frank," I teased him.

Frank surprisingly sat on the side of the bed facing me. He gently grabbed me by my hips, pulling me closer to him. His hands rose under my shirt until they reached my breasts. Then, his lips softly kissed my belly. His tongue licked down to my waist. My body was shivering as goosebumps flowed over my skin. He pulled the front of my panties down slightly as his tongue licked the hood of my clit. My hands were now on the top of his head. I mumbled, "What are you doing to me...Uncle Frank."

Frank suddenly stopped. He asked, "Do you like it?"

I was standing there dazed. "Yes...That felt good," I murmured.

Frank stood up in front of me. He told me, "We should just let loose tonight and have fun. I'm going to take a shower now. If we have fun, I don't want to regret not showering." Then, he left me standing there, turned on. He turned to ask me, "Do you think you can just let loose tonight? It'll be fun. We can all have fun, right?"

"Is that what you both want," I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"It is what we want. We want to have fun. You should think about it. You'll have fun," my uncle told me in matter of fact tone before going into the bathroom.

This was the first time I was touched without alcohol in my system on this road trip. Sure, I got used to them staring at me with and without clothes. But I had not been touched. Now, not only was I being touched, but I was also propositioned. I couldn't believe he just implied that I should be their plaything tonight. I got into bed and turned the TV on. Most of the channels were pay channels. I finally found a crime show marathon and decided it would have to do. I drank the rest of the tequila I had left, hoping it would calm my nerves.

My uncle came out of the bathroom with nothing on. He dried himself while standing next to the bed. "So, what's the plan, Maggie? Did you think about it?"

Nervously, I said, "Yeah...um...I would probably need more booze to make a decision like that. You never know," I teased.

By the time my father got back, Frank and I were sitting in bed, barely dressed. We were caught up in the TV show and finished off what was left of the whisky and tequila. Unlike him, I was starting to feel buzzed. My father brought us new bottles of both and said, "Nice to see the two of you getting along. I'm going to jump in the shower, and then I'll join you."

I had a case of the giggles again. Frank told my father, "All good here. We should have a fun night together. Right, Maggie?"

I spoke through my giggle fit, "I guess we'll see. You two seem to have a plan and are full of confidence."

Before going into the bathroom, my father told me, "Drink up." I didn't need him to explain to me what he meant. I knew what they were hoping for. I didn't know if I was going to let them do it, though. I started guzzling alcohol. I drank from both bottles of booze while my uncle looked like he was drinking less than I was.

My father returned to the room. Like my uncle, he dried himself while standing next to the bed. He skipped putting boxers on and crawled into the bed next to me. Here we were, sitting in the bed, side by side. My father was nude, my uncle had only boxers on, and I was barely dressed in panties and a T-shirt that had ridden up to my stomach.

The alcohol was hitting me. I scooted further down on the bed so I could lie down more. My Uncle Frank asked, "Is it bedtime?"

I was trying to keep my head and the room from spinning. My vision was seeing two of everything. I told him, "I think I drank too much. I feel dizzy." I felt my father and uncles' hands on my skin as I kicked the blankets from my body. I felt hot and hoped the room's cool air would cool me down. Frank asked me if I was ok, and I told him, "Yeah...It's roasting in here. I'm just trying to feel better."

My father and uncle started pulling my shirt up. My father told me, "Maybe taking this off will help you cool down." I sat up slightly as they pulled the shirt over my head and arms.

As I lay back down, my uncle said, "You're right. It is hot in here," as he removed his boxers.

I was drunk but I knew what was happening. I was now quieter than I had been since this road trip began. My father told me, "Why don't you rest your head on me." I turned my back to my uncle as my father positioned my head on his stomach. I could feel Frank's hands on my back. His fingers traced up and down my spine, causing my body to fill with chills while my father's fingers rubbed my head. It's hard to explain but having four hands roamed all over me while being as drunk as I was, caused me to stop thinking reasonably. I knew what they were working me up to, but I didn't say anything to stop them. I was nervous, sure, but I felt like I had no control over them, and they were going to do what they wanted regardless.

Like the first night, my father started lowering my head further down his body. I felt the tip of his dick touch my lips. I don't know why, but I instinctually opened my mouth letting him in. He slowly gripped my hair as he navigated my mouth up and down his dick. Then I felt my Uncle Frank lowering my panties. Besides the sounds of my mouth slurping my father's dick the room was silent.

Then it happened. I felt the tip of my uncle's dick sliding through my vagina's lips. I knew if I was going to protest, this was the time. My father must have known that Frank was about to enter me because he told me, "I gotta move," as he removed his dick from my mouth. Frank then backed away from me. My first thought was that they knew how wrong all of this was, and they were going to stop.

My father sat up against the bed's headboard. His penis was in full view of my uncle and me. My panties were still wrapped around my thighs making it difficult for me to move. Once my father got comfortable, he positioned my face between his legs. He didn't say anything as he once again wrapped my hair in his hand and brought my face back to his dick. He didn't need to tell me what he wanted from me as I opened my mouth and allowed him back in.

Uncle Frank then pulled my panties down my legs and got them off. Frank used his knees to part my legs. He was now kneeling between my legs while gripping my hips. I felt him pulling my hips up. Again, I knew he was trying to get me on my knees so he could get access to me. I looked up at my father. I didn't know what to do, or if I was ok with what was happening. My father said softly, "It's ok. It's just Uncle Frank. You can let him. You want to. We're just having fun, Maggie. Right?"

I said nothing as I slowly started to get on my knees. I felt my uncle slide his dick up and down my slippery slit as my father's dick was still in my mouth. I couldn't believe what we were doing. Then Frank pushed his entire length inside of me. He let out a groan, "Fuck...Maggie...You feel so good."

My father told Uncle Frank, "Don't cum inside of her." They were talking about me like I wasn't there with them.

Frank's thrusts inside of me were slow and methodical. I knew what I was doing, what they were doing, was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to stop it from continuing. When Frank's thrust picked up speed, it became difficult to continue with my father's dick in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around it to jerk him while removing it from my mouth. My breathing was mixed with groaning as Frank powerfully drove his dick into me. My insides were stretched again but there was no pain. Then, my father asked me, "You like getting fucked, Maggie?"

I was looking up at my father as my uncle was demolishing my pussy. I stuttered through my groans, "You...G...G...Guys...Are d...Destroying me...You...Guys are...F...F...Fucking...M...Me...D...Dad!" My uncle's hand came crashing down on my ass as the slap echoed throughout the room. "FUCK! OH, MY FUCKING GOD! UNCLE FRANK! FUCK," I screamed from the pleasurable pain of his cock being driven into me, his slap hitting me at the perfect moment to cause my pussy to twitch. I had never been fucked or treated the way the two of them were treating me. I couldn't believe a person could feel how I felt at that moment. My pussy exploded as I slammed backwards onto my uncle's dick. I was struggling to breathe as I tried to keep eye contact with my father as his brother brought me to the brink of madness.

I knew my eyes were rolling into my head. My father told us, "She's cumming. Aren't you, Maggie?"

Again, I tried to look up at him as I moaned through tears, "Y...Y...es...Dad...I...I'm...Cum...ming...FUCK!"

My father quickly grabbed me by my hair again and put his cock back in my mouth. I was physically and mentally out of control as my mouth attacked the dick in my mouth. I did not know if what I was doing felt good for him. Then, I felt him grip my hair tightly and hold my head down on his dick. His dick was at my throat when I felt a stream of cum shoot down my throat. I was trying to control my swallowing to keep from choking as he unloaded stream after stream for me to swallow.

As he went soft in my mouth, he told me, "Take care of your uncle before he ends up cumming inside of you."

My uncle withdrew his cock from me. I quickly turned around as Frank grabbed me by my hair and brought my face to his dick. Without thinking, I opened my mouth as Frank guided his dick in my mouth. I was still in a frenzy from my orgasm as I slurped on my uncle's dick. I could taste and smell my juices on him, but I didn't care. Frank didn't last long. As his cum shot in my mouth, he growled, "Fuck, Maggie. Swallow it." Frank's cum was too much for my mouth to handle as it filled my mouth I couldn't swallow fast enough. Cum was dribbling down my chin as I made every effort not to disappoint him.

Frank pulled his cock out of my mouth as I knelt there trying to catch my breath. The three of us were all breathing heavily. My pussy was still twitching and felt empty and drained. I quickly got up and told them, "I need to use the bathroom." I tried to regain some dignity as I walked to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I leaned over the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I couldn't believe what I had done. I felt dirty, I felt used, I felt ashamed of myself. I was more scared to leave the bathroom than when it was all happening. I thought to myself, how am I going to face them after all of this? Do they think I am whore? Why did I let all of this happen?

I found the courage to leave the bathroom. I was hoping they would be asleep but knew they were waiting for me to return. I got into bed and lay between them. We were all silent for a while. The silence was awkward, and I was waiting for one of them to say something when I spoke, "I hope you guys don't think I'm a slut. I don't do stuff like this," I said while fighting back tears.

My father was the first to respond. "Maggie, we don't think you're a slut. We are just having fun together. No one thinks you're a slut. You had fun too, right?"

Before I could respond to my father's question, my Uncle Frank said, "We know you're a good girl, Maggie."

I didn't say anything as I listened to them. I believed that they didn't think I was a slut. I had always been a good girl, and they knew that. That is until this week, I thought. My father asked again, "You're having fun, right, Maggie?"

I could tell that my answer was as important to them as their answer was to me about thinking I was a slut. I hadn't thought about how nervous they must have been until this moment. They would be in more trouble than me if I said I didn't like or want what had happened. I told them, "Yes, Dad, calm down...I'm having fun. I just don't want you two to think less of me. I don't know how all this happened, but I'm fine. I don't want to disappoint either of you, but you don't have to worry about me." They reassured me that I was still their girl which took away my urge to cry. They both fell asleep facing me as I laid between them. All of us naked as my mind raced about what tomorrow would be like.

In the middle of the night, I woke to use the bathroom. I was squished between the two of them. As I started to move, I put a leg over Uncle Frank to get out of bed. I was going to have to climb over him. While attempting this, Frank grabbed me by my hips, holding me in place on top of him. His quickness startled me. "Fuck...Sorry, Uncle Frank," I whispered. "I need to go to the bathroom. I didn't mean to wake you up," I said before attempting to move from his grasp.

I could feel my uncle's erect penis on my slit as he held me in place. Frank told me, "It's fine, Maggie." Instead of letting me go, Frank reached one of his hands around the back of my neck and pulled me down to him. When our lips touched, his tongue pushed past my lips without any hesitation. I was starting to figure out how smooth and manipulative my Uncle was when it came to me. I felt his hand maneuvering between us. Then, I felt him entering me again.

I broke our kisses and pleaded with him, "Uncle Frank, I really need to go pee. Seriously, I gotta go." I climbed off of my uncle. As his dick came out of me, I heard it make a slap sound on his skin.

After going pee, I was once again staring at myself in the mirror. All I could think about was my shame. How did all of this happen? Why was I so willing to let them use my body like this? I stared at my nude reflection and looked into my own eyes with confusion.

Then, there was a light knock on the door before it opened. It was my uncle. Frank stood behind me. He asked as he put his hands on my shoulders, "Are you ok in here? I just wanted to check on you." Our bodies were close, and I could feel his dick resting above my backside.

"Yeah, Uncle Frank, I'm ok. I'm just thinking. Are you ok," I asked like I didn't already know what he wanted.

Frank moved my hair to expose my neck. He planted his lips softly on my neck and started licking and sucking me into another frenzy. He started pushing me forward to bend me over. I made a weak attempt to keep myself upright. I had already done a lot for them, but being bent over and fucked in a motel bathroom was making me feel cheap. I didn't mind them using me for the most part, but I didn't want to be treated like a trashy whore either.

My uncle resisted my attempt, as he pushed my upper body forward with one hand, while his other hand made attempts to line his dick up with my opening. His legs kept mine separated and then, he found it. I watched myself in the mirror as my uncle pushed further and further inside of me. My mouth was open as I was gasping for air. Looking at myself while watching my uncle have his way with me like this felt like an out of body experience. My tits bounced with every thrust. My uncle's hands were gripping my shoulders as he slammed me with no regrets. I was trying to control my moans when my uncle put a hand over my mouth to muffle my squealing. With every thrust, our skin made slapping noises that seemed louder because of the quietness.

Then, suddenly, something weird happened. My uncle's hand lowered to my throat. I instantaneously got wetter and out of control as I looked at us in the mirror. The visual of being fucked with a hand lightly gripping my throat sent me over the edge as my pussy unloaded its juices on my uncle's cock. He whispered, "Is this what you like?"

I was looking at us, while I was struggling to keep what little self respect I had left. My groans were guttural as my Uncle Frank made me fully aware of the dominance he had over me. "Yes...Uncle Frank...Fuck...You can...You...can have it...Fuuuccckkk," I moaned.

Seconds after the moans left my lips, my uncle pulled out of me. He quickly started jerking himself when I felt the tip of his cock brushing against my anus. If I wasn't in a state of euphoria, I would have been more nervous about his intentions. My uncle growled as I felt his cum explode on my butthole. It was like he perfectly lined himself up for it to make direct contact in my most private area. Not that I made it difficult for him. I mean, I was bent over in front of him and at his will. I was appreciative that he did not try to enter me there.

Frank stood up behind me, he kissed me on my head as he had done all my life. He whispered, "I'll let you clean up and see you when you get back to bed," before leaving me there to once again, stare at myself in the mirror.

I felt disgraced as I looked at myself. The further I let the two of them go, the more degraded I felt. They were escalating into more obscenely indecent acts. I enjoyed having their undivided attention, and the pleasures they made me feel. But, for the first time, I was nervous. Not because I didn't trust them. I knew I was safe with them. I was nervous because they now knew they could freely do what they wanted to me.