Val Marrick: Whipped niece

"Ahh! Stick it in me! Let me feel your big cock up my pussy!" the naked blonde moaned. She squirmed her naked ass in the air, working her soaking-wet, pale-furred pussy around the mighty cock that plunged vigorously in and out of it. She was in her twenties, big-boobed, healthy and tan, but having her hair in pigtails made her look like a teenager.

Teenager Liz Hall stood in the doorway of her uncle's office and stared. This couldn't be happening! Her uncle – the hellfire and brimstone preacher – had his lush-bodied secretary spread eagled and nude across his desk, and he was fucking her hotly with an enormous cock!

The teenager slumped. Her knees were weak. She had to cling to the doorjamb for support. Her breath was short, and seemed to be sticking in her throat.

The blonde bounced her huge boobs around on the dark wooden top of the desk. She was apparently fond of sunbathing in an incredibly skimpy bikini, as the paleness of her ass and the ripe mounds of her tits contrasted starkly with the brown tones of her velvety body and legs.

Liz shook her auburn hair from her eyes. It couldn't be happening, she thought again. Why, Liz had always assumed the unbelievably virginal looking secretary was just as innocent as she was!

And her uncle… the fine, upstanding pillar of the community whom the court had appointed her guardian after her parents were killed in a plane crash in Oregon. The only fine and upstanding thing about him now was his cock! Liz had never really seen a hard cock in action before. But the turgid, thick length of cockshaft that pumped in and out of Miss Fletcher's blonde-furred pussy from behind had to be seven inches long! With the swollen prickhead added in, the preacher's cock had to be eight inches! Liz felt faint.

More details began to seep into the adolescent's swirling mind. Thick, hairy ropes were fastened around the secretary's wrists, leading to the legs of the massive oak desk. And the jutting cheeks of Miss Fletcher's butt seemed to glow with more than a normal pinkness. From a corner of her eye, Liz caught sight of a broken yardstick lying at her uncle's feet. A horrid suspicion crawled into her brain.

Her uncle had stripped his foxy secretary naked, tied her face-down to his desk, spanked her lush ass with the yardstick till it broke – and now he was raping her!

Liz stared at her uncle with surprise. The self proclaimed Reverend Joseph Rogers was a tall, lean and angular man in his early forties. His hair, though growing sparse on top, was still a dark brown, undimmed by grey. He prided himself on keeping in trim, his niece knew. The hairy, bare legs were hard and muscle-bound. His prick thrust out between the tail of his white shirt to probe the woman's pussy. Cunt oils had soaked and stained the shirt-front.

"Unnh!" Miss Fletcher moaned as her boss sank his cock to the hilt in her pussy again.

The smell of hot cunt was almost overpowering, despite the air conditioning that labored against the midsummer heat. Liz sagged against the doorjamb and tried to make sense of it all.

She'd been downtown at the public library. When she had finished there, she discovered she didn't have any change for the bus, so she'd decided to drop by her uncle's church. It wasn't a church, really; Uncle Joseph scorned organized denominations. His First Church of the Incandescent Revelation operated out of a storefront on Silver and Seventh streets, south of downtown.

Walking through the hot, crowded streets, Liz had been uncomfortably aware of the attention she attracted. In her innocence, she couldn't understand why men whistled and craned their necks to watch her as she passed. The fact that her swelling young tits were remarkably large and well developed for her age, and bounced merrily to the rhythm of her footsteps despite the bra confining them, never even occurred to her as a possible factor. And her long legs, brown and curvy beneath ultra-short white shorts that seemed to be sprayed on her pert, round ass.

Well, it was hot, so of course she wore shorts! What was all the fuss about?

Her uncle sometimes said things about the way she dressed that she didn't fully understand. He sometimes made comments at meals about all the boyfriends he was sure she had, and cautioned her against staining her soul with sin. She always looked at him strangely when he said that. Though she didn't belong to his church, or any other, she was a very prim and moral young girl in her own outlook. But try as she might, she couldn't convince her uncle that she wasn't engaged in the sins of Sodom with any of the high school boys.

She didn't even know what he was talking about! So it was a stunning blow to her when she let herself into the cool dim church, walk past the empty rows of pews, past the silent pulpit and back to her uncle's office, only to find the preacher fucking his tied-up secretary, his pants pushed down around his ankles!

Liz was confused. She was a healthy, physically fit girl, but she was just a bit past medium height, surely no match for her tall, wiry uncle. Should she try to rescue Miss Fletcher anyway? Her well spanked ass looked painful.

Then the secretary pressed her head against the desk and rubbed her cheek on the wood. "Oh, Father, I am undeserving," she moaned. "Punish me more for my sins!"

Liz gaped. The secretary seemed to be pleading for more abuse! And even as the startled teenager watched, those pink asscheeks lifted, and she squirmed around the throbbing cock buried in her blonde-furred pussy in a move that could only be meant to increase the tall man's delight!

"You shall be punished, my daughter." Rogers' voice boomed out like the hollow chords of a church organ. "Your sins are – uh! – grave indeed."

His big knobby hands gripped the woman's narrow waist, knuckles whitening as he ground his crotch against her bare asscheeks. Miss Fletcher moaned as the big cock stirred around inside her juicy cunt.

Then the hefty prick began to pull out of her tight, wet-walled cunt with a lewd sucking sound as Rogers bent his knees and reached down for the trousers crumpled around his feet. He had to squat down fairly far to reach them. Liz's eyes widened in wonder as the cock emerged from the pink mouth of Miss Fletcher's cunt. It was huge!

The beefy prick was angled upwards sharply, its considerable length slimy with fragrant cunt oils. Part of the immense conical cockhead had appeared, clutched fervently by the thick lips of the secretary's pussy. The cuntlips seemed stretched out to keep their tantalizing grip on the swollen wedge of prickhead.

Fingers trembling with passion, the preacher pulled his thin black leather belt out of the loops of his pants. Then he straightened, driving several inches of his rigid cock back up his secretary's cunt. "God! Yes!" she cried as the prickhead pried the oily walls of her cunt tunnel apart.

"Yes. God," Rogers answered huskily, taking the silvery buckle of the belt in his palm and winding the leather strap once around his hand.

"His will… be done!" He raised his arm and brought the whip whistling down.

"Owww!" Miss Fletcher wailed as it landed with a vicious crack on her upturned buttcheeks. Her hips wriggled frantically back and forth. The preacher's prick remained half-planted in the naked woman's pussy, and her cunt rippled noisily around the shaft of cockmeat.

A new, thin line had appeared, angling across the left cheek of Miss Fletcher's delectable ass. It glowed brighter and more angrily than the pink left by the spanking with the wooden ruler. To Liz's frightened eyes it looked almost like the mark left by a red-hot iron.

"It hun," Miss Fletcher groaned.

But along with the pain in her voice rang unmistakable tones of pleasure. Liz's uncle pulled his cock slowly from his captive secretary's pussy. Liz watched torrents of clear cunt honey gush from the slack-lipped pussy to splash on the side of the desk. The stinging pain of the blood-red welt on her ass was obviously turning Miss Fletcher on even more.