Paul Grimshaw - Uncle Ned

One after another, the roomful of hired hands took turns on her, keeping her wetly heated cunt and soft sucking mouth filled with male flesh. Great pools of white hot sperm formed under her nakedly grinding buttocks and below her cock-stretched mouth, not even soaking in before new deposits were added on top of them. Laurie's mouth ached, and yet she sucked and licked and swallowed without once slowing her tempo. Her hollowing and bloating cheeks were smeared with glistening saliva and overflows of semen that she had not been able to swallow fast enough.

Inevitably the wild, orgiastic scene came to a conclusion. Tommy Ross and the hired hands, shaking their heads in unbelievable wonder, departed. Laurie had lost track of how many times she had climaxed during the orgiastic session. She knew only that she had achieved the sublime heights of fulfillment she had been craving day and night for the past two weeks. And now she was thoroughly drained, cum-splattered, her lush young body aching, bone weary… and radiant! Nothing in the entire universe could dredge up one more ounce of enthusiasm from her satiated being. And yet… there was a nagging thought, a persistence that there still remained one more cock that her weary body could accept, would always accept… one more cock that she had not captured… Uncle Ned's!

Covering herself with the rumpled sheet, Laurie emitted a sigh and slipped quickly into deep, dreamless sleep.

"Laurie, wake up! You're dreaming, baby – wake up!" Ned Dow said urgently in his niece's ear. She was perspiring freely, and her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of something that he could not comprehend, but it looked almost like lust.

"Huh what…? Oh, Uncle Ned. It's you," she said softly, her eyes glimmering with a slow, sleep drugged awareness of her relative's huge form hovering over her. Gradually her surroundings came into focus, the darkened room, the rumpled bed… and then the memory of what had transpired in this very room only a few hours ago.

It was dusk, nearly five hours since she had pulled the sheet over her to catch a few minutes of sleep after… After… Oh my God, she thought in panic. I can't let him see me… see the room… see the cum… the torn remains of the shift…

"I must've fallen asleep," she said, hurriedly, fresh panic rising in her as she thought about the consequences of her uncle finding out what had happened. "Am-am I late for dinner?" she stammered in a frantic search for something to say, something to draw attention away from herself, from the room.

"No, honey. I was just concerned about you… Marie went into town with me, and she just told me you hadn't touched the lunch she fixed for you… I thought maybe you were sick or something," he said gently, with concern on his handsome face.

"NO… no," she repeated more softly. "I wasn't hungry… I was tired and I decided to take a nap. I must have been more tired than I thought."

"You sure you're all right? It looked like you were having a bad dream."

"No… not a bad dream… It was different, a strange dream," she said, stretching, yawning languidly, then raising one naked arm to cover her mouth with her hand. It was then that she felt the dried crust of orgastic juices covering her belly. She realized, too, she was weak – and sore. "Tell Marie I'll be there shortly," she said, smiling weakly up at her uncle's concerned expression. "I want to shower. Then I'll be down. Okay?"

"Sure. Sure, honey. If you're sure you're all right."

"I'm fine," she answered. "After dinner I'll tell you about the strange dream," she concluded with an ecstatic gleam in her sparkling green eyes.

"Okay, honey. I'll tell Maria," her uncle said as he turned. At the door he paused, glancing back. "Don't expect to keep me up all night with your tales of weird dreams, though," he chuckled. "It's been a long, hard day."

"Yes, it has…" Laurie said softly.

After, dinner, in Ned Dow's darkened den, uncle and niece sat side-by-side on a large, comfortable sofa watching a variety show on the room's huge, colored television set. It was one of the few extravagances the hard-working rancher allowed himself – other than alcohol and an occasional woman. As he sipped on a small glass of good bourbon, he could not help but think how ravishing his red-haired niece looked tonight. She had taken a long time before coming down to dinner, but when she had, it was to his amazement and delight. She appeared at the table freshly scrubbed, her hair arranged to perfection, the color high in her cheeks, wearing a simple white dress with narrow, vertical, dark green stripes that flared at hips and bust and narrowed at the waist, accentuating her ripe yet youthfully blossoming figure. At the time, he had wondered if this was a special occasion that he had somehow forgotten, but when he had voiced his fear, the voluptuous teenager had assured him that it wasn't it was simply a girlish whim, a whim to please her wonderful uncle.

Laurie's mood had set the tone for a jovial meal, followed by her suggestion that they watch television while enjoying an after-dinner bourbon. Her suggestion struck him as odd, for he knew that she cared little for alcohol in any form, but he passed it off as an attempt on her part to please him, to act the part of the woman she was quickly becoming.

Laurie sipped demurely at her own whiskey, watching her uncle closely. She knew her impression on him this evening was having the desired effect. It was all part of a plan that had begun with the dream earlier in the day. While showering, her intuitive female instinct had guided the plan smoothly along its logical, straight-as-a-die seductual tracks. Much of it had been played by ear, the right inflection of voice, the proper suggestion at just the right moment, the fluttering of long, dark lashes as she held his eyes. It was a whorish instinct born in her, an instinct that was now just about to set the final, no-holding-back, no-holds-barred, barbed hooks.

Suddenly, Ned stiffened. On the television screen six young, girl dancers appeared dressed in scanty costumes that exposed the major portion of their succulently bobbing breasts. Even the narrow triangle of sequined material that covered the "vee" up between their thighs was stretched erotically tight, molded to their pubic mounds in such a way that even the protruding flesh of their cuntal lips seemed delineated in startling clarity! God, they were really beautiful, those kids… but Christ, they were almost indecent! What is television coming to these days?

Laurie squeezed his arm and giggled. "Why, Uncle Ned," she said teasingly, "you're staring!"

"What…?" Ned began, then flushed. "I… Uh… well, this isn't the kind of thing I'm used to. Things were a little different when I was your age."

"Things have progressed a lot," Laurie said, squeezing his arm tighter. "I mean people are more honest!"

"I… I guess so."

Laurie leaned up and kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger a moment. "It's all right," she told him confidentially. "I don't mind looking at their tits if you don't."

"Laurie!" Ned said, shocked.

Again, his lovely teenage niece giggled. "Don't you think they have nice titties, Uncle Ned?"

"I… I guess so, but really, girl, you ought to…"

"Mine are nicer though, don't you think?"

"Laurie, for heaven's sake…!"

The redheaded teenager's heart was beating at triphammer speed in her chest. The moment was almost at hand, and she was terribly excited. She was going to do something wonderful for this man, her handsome uncle. She was going to show him the depth of her love for him. She could feel her young, tenderly throbbing pussy growing wet with arousal as she thought about what was going to happen, and her buttocks squirmed involuntarily down into the cushion.