Ray Todd: Niece going down

"Sounds good to me," Brenda had laughed, getting into the car.

Within ten minutes, one of the guys was in the back seat pouring his stiff cock to her. They took turns fucking her during the entire trip and the cock-crazed girl loved every fucking moment of it.

Arriving at a large cottage on the Cape, she was introduced to a group of young men and women who were from a nearby college.

She remained there for almost two years. Brenda shared a room with a young writer named Bart Rampton, but also shared her cunt with all the other men in the cottage as did the other girls. It was a great life, with plenty of fucking and sucking and very jealousy.

A student came home one evening and told Brenda that while he was in the village shopping, he'd heard a man inquiring about her. The man was showing the local constable a picture of Brenda.

"What did he look like?"

From the student's description, Brenda realized that it was her father, and she had no desire to return to his authoritarian rule. She had found her own freedom and had no desire to relinquish it to anyone, even to her father whom she loved in a strange way.

Quickly gathering up her few belongings, the girl cut out and after criss-crossing the country, she had ended up on her Uncle David's doorstep. She couldn't quite understand why she'd stopped miming and come to her uncle. She was enjoying the security of his home and was happy that he hadn't laid down a lot of rules and restrictions like her father had done.

Just the thought of the man's hard muscular body nestled between her thighs was enough to blow her mind, but she knew that it would never happen. After all, he was her mother's brother and a middle-aged man, but the thought of it really creamed her horny slit.

Brenda suddenly realized why she felt so restless. She hadn't been fucked for over two weeks and she'd never gone without sex for more than two days since she was eleven years old. The more she thought about fucking, the more the hot cunt-juices began flowing out of her itching pussy. Her panties were completely soaked with the creamy fluid that was dripping out of her hot, swollen slit.

Getting out of the shower. Brenda slipped into the same brief cut-offs and tank shirt that she'd been wearing when she arrived at her uncle's door. She was well aware that her round ass-cheeks showed out from under the tight shorts, always attracting attention. She also knew how her big titties poked out against the material of her tank shirt.

She sincerely wished that her uncle could be the one to douse her flames with his semen, but knowing that this was an impossible dream, the girl decided to take the first hard cock she could find. Leaving the house, Brenda decided to walk down to the beach in search of a lonely jock.

When the girl arrived at the beach, the broad stretch of sand was almost deserted. Brenda walked along the edge of the water. The few people who were scattered out on the sand didn't seem to notice the girl wading and frolicking in the lapping waves.

When she reached the cliffs, where the expanse of beach ended, she turned and walked dejectedly back toward the old pier.

Brenda was almost on top of the man before she noticed him. He was sitting on the sand under the pier, resting his back against one of the barnacle-covered pilings.

"Hi, guy," she smiled as she almost stumbled over him.

Wearing nothing but denim cut-offs, the young man had a big darkly-tanned body and thick blond hair.

"Hello," he answered, staring boldly at Brenda's briefly-attired figure.

"Lonesome?"

"Nope. I'm just enjoying the peaceful silence."

"Am I disturbing you?"

"Not yet," he answered.

"Good," Brenda giggled, sitting opposite him on the sand. "Do you live around here?"

"No," he replied, taking a sip from his can of beer. "Just passing through."

Drawing her knees up and resting her arms on them, Brenda opened her thighs, hoping he might see a wisp of downy pubic hairs peeking out from the tight crotch of her brief shorts.

"Staying long?" she asked, pleased at the way he was boldly staring up between her spread thighs.

"That all depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Is there anything to do in this town?" he asked.

"About the same as any other place," Brenda grinned.

"What do people do around here?" he inquired, his eyes moving from her crotch to the girl's bulging nipples under the thin tank shirt.

"Well," she giggled. "They laughed, they cry, they work, they sleep and they fuck a lot."

"Sounds like any kind of town," the man grinned, flashing an even row of white teeth. "Do you fuck a lot?"

"Sure," Brenda whispered in a teasing voice. "With the right kind of guy."

"What's the right kind of guy?"

"An honest person that fucks for the love of fucking."

"What else?"

"Well, it isn't necessary, but I prefer a big cock," she giggled. "Are you well-hung?"

"I've been told I ant."

"May I see it?" Brenda asked. "What?"

"May I see your cock."

"Out here in front of every one?"

"Shit," the girl giggled. "There's hardly anyone around, and they can't see us under this pier. What's your name?"

"Brad," he grinned. "What's yours?"

"Brenda," she whispered, reaching for his fly. "Now, let's see your prick."

She had a tough time getting his stiff prick out of his tight-fitting cut-offs, but when she finally got it out, it was well worth the effort. Brad's shaft was long and thick, and was as hard as tempered steel.

"Will that do?" he smiled, watching her eyes light up with excitement when she first saw his magnificent organ.

"Jesus Christ!" she whispered in awe. "That's a fuckin' beauty."

Grasping it in her hand, she began sliding her fingers up and down over the hard length of it. There was a stiff hardness to it that was almost unbelievable. Her body began to tremble at the thought of it fucking in and out of her horny snatch. She'd been looking for a stiff cock to satisfy her hungry body, but never dreamed she would find a magnificent prick like this one.

"What a cock!" she sighed, lowering her soft open lips down over his big glans. She slid her hot wet tongue all over the sensitive bulb.

"God," she whispered when she finally removed his cock from her mouth. "I want you to ram this big beauty up my cunt! God, Brad, I can't wait!"

"Can we go to your place?" he asked, anxious to fuck the cock-crazy nymph.

"We can't go there," she replied. "I live with my uncle. Where's your place?"

"I don't have a place."

"Where did you stay last night?"

"In there," he said, pointing to a deserted boat shack under the pier. "The lock is broken so I slept in there on my sleeping bag."

"Where's your sleeping bag, now?" He pointed toward the shack.

"What are we waiting for?" Brenda giggled, grabbing his hand. "Let's start fuckin'."

Entering the dilapidated building, they quickly began undressing.

"Do you like 'em?" she whispered when she saw Brad staring at her luscious big nipples.

"Jesus, yes!" he gasped.

"Good," she giggled. "'Cause I expect you to suck the hell out of them."

"Don't worry," Brad grinned. "I intend to do that very thing."

"But not until you've fucked the shit out of me," whispered Brenda. "I can't wait much longer for that cock of yours."

While Brad was fucking Brenda in the old shack under the pier, her uncle was watching the rolling surf through the picture window of his real-estate office. His thoughts were on his lovely red-haired secretary who was busy typing in the other room. Since that first time he'd fucked her on the boat, his mind had been constantly on Terri.

Even if her marriage was shaky, the girl always spent her evening at home, and because it was the busy season in the office, they found it difficult to get away in the afternoons. Since that first time on the boat, they had only been together once and that had been a quickie in a motel when they were out appraising some property.