Paul Grimshaw - Uncle Ned

Ned reached up to grasp the naked curves of the lovely young girl's back and hips, eliciting little mewling sounds of pleasure from her. The raised ridges of her spine felt white-hot to him as she undulated her sensually ripened body against him in slow fucking rhythm, which almost drove him out of his mind. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned flesh, giving testimony to the secret power she possessed. In response, she began to trail her nails across his chest, leaving small red welts in their sharp path.

Pushing his hands further down beneath her, Ned cupped the fullness of her lithe young buttocks in the palms of his sweat-slick hands, pulling her heated pussy hard down against his impaling nakedness. He ground up and down into her fiery cuntal passage, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion took command of her shamelessly aroused body.

Laurie began to fuck with insane fury up and down on the rigid rod of flesh filling her tight young cunt. She ground her frantically quivering pussy down hard against him as her right hand dipped down between her uncle's legs to fondle and caress his sperm-filling balls. Ned's fingers sought and found his niece's swollen breasts, squeezing them painfully, thumb and forefinger tweaking the buds until she cried out loudly with a lewd delight. Oh Christ, Ned thought in wonderment, nothing has ever been like this, this is the most exciting Goddamn moment I've ever known… Oh God, I want to cum, I want to cum in my sweet little niece's pussy the way I came in her mouth. I want to, I want to, I want to! And I'm going to!

For minutes, fourteen year old niece and uncle wantonly bucked and writhed against one another, straining with every fiber of their beings for orgasm. The only sounds were grunts and moans of wild desire, heavy exertion, and the wet slapping of naked flesh against naked flesh. It seemed as if the very world held its breath, waiting, waiting for this salacious spectacle of incest to end.

Suddenly, Ned howled, "I'm… I'm there, baby doll, honey, I'm going to cum. Oh, shit, faster, fuck faster. I'm going to cummmm!"

He heaved up to meet the wildly pistoning downstrokes of his niece's hotly clenching young cunt as the first white-hot jets of his sticky white semen burst upward through his wildly jerking cock to fill his little girl's tight, clasping pussy almost to the overflowing. So intense was this explosion of his sperm into the young girl's belly, that his head jerked up, banging into the arm of the sofa. And then, the climaxing couple were joined, tongues fusing, exchanging hot wet saliva in a soul kiss that added fervor to their simultaneous releases.

The boiling white seed exploding against her cervix, was all that was needed to send Laurie over the brink of her own orgasm. "Oh… Oh… Oh… oh…!" she moaned in chanting cadence as she came, fucking maniacally up and down on her uncle's ejaculating penis. This was the finest moment of her life, to be made to cum by her own uncle's cock, to feel him shooting his hot male sperm deep up into her convulsing little pussy. His cum commingled with his young niece's and then flowed out around his deflating penis to make pools of glistening warm liquid on his belly and on the sofa beneath their lewdly twisting bodies.

Moments later, totally spent, totally satiated, for neither of them had ever before experienced such a mind-blowing sexual intensity, uncle and niece lay silently on the couch, touching one another as if in thankfulness for what had happened. Laurie lay lovingly in her uncle's arms, her hand resting lightly on his now flaccid cock; Ned's arms were about her naked shoulders, holding her sweat-streaked body pressed to him. As his mind slowly returned to reality, he knew that this was truly the finest night of his life. He had everything he ever wanted in the world now, and there would be no more loneliness, no more sadness for either of them in the coming years…

Shortly after dinner nearly a week later, Laurie could not stop her hands from trembling as she sat alone in her room, holding the still-sealed envelope containing Ken Chester's letter. Evidently, it had arrived that afternoon and had been placed on her dresser by Maria. Finally she could not restrain herself another second and tore open the envelope, her eyes eagerly searching at the bottom of the page for the blond lover's signature and then rising to begin reading the contents.

Dear Laurie,

I'm sorry I've not had an opportunity to write before this, but I know you understand how busy I am. I'm very busy rewriting the manuscript and am working with a wonderful editorial staff trying to meet a rapidly approaching deadline.

In any case, I miss you and very often think of the marvelous times we had together at the cabin and up in the mountains. I hope that you've been able to forgive me for what might be considered as my having taken advantage of your innocence. I was lonely, though, and lonely passionate men sometimes do selfish things.

As for me, when I'm not working – which isn't very often – I've been dating a lovely girl, a member of the staff and we've shared moments together that reminded me of you.

I hope we meet again in the not too distant future. Meanwhile, please write and tell me what you've been up to at the ranch.

Love,

Ken

Laurie sat quietly for a moment, allowing the impersonal words to sink in, and then bent over to place her face in her hands as the flood of tears rose to her eyes. He had no right, she thought, no right at all to write her such a cold, offhand letter, one in which he had the unmitigated audacity to mention that his latest bed-partner reminded him of her… as though their bodies and minds were replicas of one another. Well, damnit, she would sit down and let him know just how different she was!

Less than an hour later she finished and leaned back in her chair, stretching. She began rereading the letter before sealing it up in an envelope:

Dear Ken,

I've just read your letter and am replying right away… while I have time. I'm having seven or eight friends in for a little party tomorrow afternoon and must get ready.

I appreciate your concern for me, but I really insist that you needn't worry yourself. You see, I'm truly grateful for the time we spent together this summer, and, while it's true that you relieved me of my virginity, I'm finding out now that it was a greater burden than I ever realized. I may not be the "real woman" you said that a few "fucks" would make me, but I'm trying my level best with the resources at hand to rise to everyone's expectations of me. So far. I'm more pleased with my popularity than with whatever progress I'm making toward genuine womanhood.

I'm happy that you've found a satisfactory playmate who reminds you of me, and I hope you're lucky enough to remember her right name. I can imagine the distress she would feel if, in the midst of passion, you blurted out "Laurie" instead of her name.

Uncle Ned has been working with the stallion, trying to make him behave. It seems dubious, though, that he will ever do anything but climb mares and yearn to be free again.

I won't be returning to private school this fall as I've convinced Uncle Ned that I will be of more value here on the ranch, and he has graciously consented to let me finish high school in Sugar Pine.

Until we meet, keep thinking of me as you have been, for I'll be doing exactly what you'll be doing when your lady co-worker helps you relax.

Cheers,

Laurie

After addressing and sealing the envelope, Laurie stood up, running her hands down over her firm young thighs. Humming to herself, she crossed the room and stood gazing out the window toward the Chiquita Range. In the twilight the mountains were a bluish-purple color, and there were enormous tumbling gray clouds drifting south over the peaks. She felt as free and high as they we…