Chapter 9
Shoving his cock up his sister's gorgeous snatch after all these years had been to Ben hardy like a dream (a wet one, of course) come true. He had enjoyed every fucking minute of it, including the foreplay when they'd fooled around, he'd sucked at her tits, while she'd gone down on him-and the whole wonderful bit afterwards.
It had been like old times, only better, but it hadn't blinded him to the fact that there was other young snatch in the crowd, waiting and wanting to be fucked by their Uncle Ben. Nina, for example, with the tender seventeen-year-old tits and body that wouldn't stop. Not to mention the thirteen-year-old twins, Robin and Polly - not much tits there, but the real young stuff always turned him on. The fact that these two were related to him made the idea even more appealing to him.
Sister Rose had taken a lot out of him, but he was fully recuperated and ready to go. Nina had looked like she'd had it-and the way she was holding hands with his son Chris left little doubt as to whose cock she'd had rammed up inside her. Nina was a fast worker, all right, and he was looking forward to fucking her.
Meanwhile, he was sure he noted hungry looks on the faces of the twins. The way they looked at his crotch gave him the notion they'd like to eat him up. He chuckled inwardly at the thought, because that's just what he had in mind-among other delicious things. There was something about young innocent-looking bodies swarming over his carcass that made him get a stiff cock just thinking about it.
So he thought about it, and when they were all at the beach for the cook-out, he'd decided to come back alone to the hacienda and see who'd follow him. It was no surprise to find out it was Robin and Polly. "Come on in, girls," he repeated the welcome. "Come in and visit with your Uncle Ben."
As he patted the bed beside him, Robin and Polly entered the room somewhat sheepishly. They sat on either side of him, and he encircled their slim waists with his arms, sliding his hand down to caress their pubescent rounded asses. He was pleased to see that neither of the girls was able to keep her eyes from his stiff cock standing up nakedly from his open fly.
He smiled and took the stiff cock in one hand. He said, "I got it this way just thinking about you girls."
"You did?" Robin breathed, impressed.
"That's right. I thought of how nice it would be if we three got together and did things. Here."
He took Robin's hand and guided it to his cock. She said, "Oooh," and pulled her hand away for an instant as though it were a red-hot poker.
Uncle Ben laughed and guided her hand back again. "Don't be afraid, it won't bite you, honey," he assured her.
Robin nodded, ashamed that she'd acted so childish. It was just that his peter seemed so unfamiliar to her. It seemed thicker than any she'd yet seen, more deeply veined, and with lots more pubic hair sprouting around its base. She held the peter in her palm and then enclosed it and worked her fingers up and down over it, pleased at Uncle Ben's answering gasp of pleasure at her actions.
"That's it, honey," he sighed, "make me happy." He reached under her skirt from behind and fondled her soft, rounded ass, poking his finger in her crotch to feel her young snatch through the thin cloth.
"Hey, what about me?" Polly pouted.
Uncle Ben laughed heartily. "I couldn't very well forget my other favorite niece, now could I?" he chortled. With his free hand he pulled her down to him, held her across his chest while his lips mashed her mouth and his tongue slipped easily past her lips in quick darting movements. At the same time, his hand worked under her skirt and between her legs to her pantied crotch.
Mmmmmm, baby, he thought. Here I got me two young snatches to feel up at the same time! He said, "Come on, let's all get undressed so we can have ourselves some real fun."
Robin had been in the mood for some time, and Uncle Ben's familiar hand on her pussy, coupled with her own fondling of his thick, throbbing peter, increased her desire all the more. Though the quieter of the two, Polly had physical feelings much the same. The girl thrilled to the touch of her Uncle Ben's lips on her mouth, to the feel of his hand between her legs. They both squirmed out of their clothes without leaving the bed and then eagerly helped the older man out of his clothing.
With a smile, Ben reached for the four tender young breasts dangling under his nose. He touched them, squeezed them, massaged them, kissed them, then sucked the young nipples. His hands roamed over the inviting crotches, into the downy snatches between their legs, over the smoothly curved legs and up around the rounded asses that were his to do anything with that he wished.
Wherever he looked, there were stimulating close-up views of thirteen-year-old female anatomies, ready, willing, and able to give him delights he dreamed of but seldom had. His palms itched, his mouth watered, his cock throbbed in anticipation, and his balls ached from wanting them.
As Robin's eager tongue began exploring his balls and worked up along the shaft of his distended cock, Ben reached out and rubbed Polly's tender young breasts and drew her closer to him so he could take one of her stiffening nipples between his lips to suck hungrily on it. At the same time, one of his hands moved down along her rounded belly and between her legs to delve into the soft pubescent lips of her snatch. He had to smile as from the corner of his eyes he noticed Robin wanted to get into the act by twisting her body around on the bed, not missing a lick or a kiss, and presenting her naked white ass to him.
Uncle Ben was not one to play favorites if there was no need for it. The young ass hovering in front of his face looked too good, anyway, to pass up. Her legs were slightly parted, giving him a lovely view right up between them and into the moist, lightly bushed area surrounding her hot and eager snatch. He kept his one hand working over the area between Polly's legs, which she kept closed and pressing up tight against his fingers, while he used the free hand to caress the soft roundnesses of Robin's wiggling flesh, squeezing each soft half moon and gliding his fingers down along the crack in the very center and below to the spot where his finger could delve uninhibitedly through the wetly matted hair and into the delightful female opening at her crotch.
I wonder, Uncle Ben thought, if my little niece has ever had her asshole tickled.
With his middle finger still working in and out of Robin's snatch, he pressed his thumb into the crack of her ass, forcing the flesh aside, then forced his thumb quickly into the puckered opening of her asshole.
"Ooooh!" the young girl said, and lifted her head in surprise.
Uncle Ben took his lips momentarily from Polly's stiff nipple and said, "I hope I didn't hurt you, honey."
"No," Robin assured him with a shake of her head, "you just surprised me, that's all." She lowered her head once more to his swollen peter and kissed it at the point where his balls began. She wiggled her be-hind against his hand, exulting in the feel of his fingers simultaneously up her pussy and her asshole, working slowly but steadily in and out of each opening with a rhythm that made her gasp. It felt - strange. That was the only way she could describe it. Their father had told them about ass-fucking and fingering and licking, but neither he nor Alec had ever done it to them, preferring to concentrate on the other erogenous zones. Anyway, with Uncle Ben doing it to her, it was strangely exciting, and she decided she liked it.
Polly could see what Uncle Ben was doing with his hands to her sister, but she wasn't sure she wanted to go that route. She was much too content with having the man's unfamiliar lips sucking her nipples, with having his rough hand and finger jerking in and out of her pussy with such intensity she was sure she was going to come fast this time.
When Uncle Ben said to her, "How about you sucking my cock for me, too, honey?" Robin nodded, disappointed though she was to have the man's mouth and finger away from her. Even so, as she bent over him, she managed to wiggle her own bottom up close to the man's face to give him a hint of what she wanted. Obviously he took the hint, for an instant later, his hand was busy again on her flesh and she was groaning as his finger and thumb took the same grip on her as his other hand took on her sister.
Ben smiled at the eagerness of the two young girls. His brother-in-law John had trained these girls well, as well as he himself had trained his daughter Carol from a very young age to suck his cock, to play with it, and so forth. His smile broadened as two pairs of tongues and lips engulfed his stiff, throbbing flesh, licking his balls, running hotly over the sides of his cock. He could feel their young breasts massaging his stomach and his legs, feel the hard nipples graze his flesh and make it tingle. He could feel himself coming, but he held back, wanting it to last.
One of the girls, Robin, was busy nibbling at the tip of his cock, and suddenly, she opened her mouth wide and took as much of it inside as she could, while the tip of her tongue whirled around the tip and the sides of it. This left little room for the other twin, but Polly was not one to let her sister get the best of her (or of Uncle Ben, for that matter) without a fight. She twisted around on the bed and eased herself up under his legs, resting them on her shoulders while she attacked his balls with her lips and tongue.
Ben shuddered pleasantly from head to toe and somehow managed to keep from coming. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have minded. But he wanted to fuck both these girls, and he didn't know when the others in the party would return to the hacienda; he might not have time to recuperate enough to take both twins on again. The spirit was always willing, but sometimes he realized he was human and couldn't torture his flesh beyond endurance.
Robin's ass was still in front of him, and he continued working his thumb into her asshole while his middle finger plunged into her snatch. On impulse, he took hold of her hips and drew her back slightly, nudged his nose into the folds of her ass and held it apart with his fingers so he could see the puckered opening of her asshole. He lifted his head up and stuck his tongue around the opening, laying it with quick strokes before pressing his face up close and shoving the tongue inside.
If her mouth hadn't been so filled with Uncle Ben's thick peter, Robin would have screamed with delight. First the finger, now his tongue into her be-hind. Secretly, she was glad it was she receiving this treatment instead of her sister, then felt ashamed that Polly wasn't in on it. Meanwhile, she wiggled her behind at his face, encouraging the man to continue, which he did. She also drew her young breasts slowly back and forth across his stomach, for this was something that her father and her brother enjoyed, and she was sure her uncle would, too. All the while, her mouth continued sucking, her tongue continued licking, and her hands busily gripped the bottom part of his peter, holding it tightly, working her fingers up and down to keep him excited.
There was no question that Ben Hardy was excited. His breath came in gasps and he could feel his heart pound like mad inside his body. He gritted his teeth and held on. Finally, unable to take it any more, he said, "Come on, let's fuck!"
"Me first," Polly squealed.
"No, me," Robin said.
"I'll fuck one of you," Uncle Ben decided, "and eat the other." He pointed to Polly. "You straddle me." He guided her into position where she could sit on his lap, with her juicy snatch poised on his stiff cock. "Now put it inside you, honey," he directed.
Polly, glad to be the chosen one, nodded eagerly, gripped his peter and rubbed the end of it against the opening of her pussy. When the tip of it was in, she lowered herself on it, catching her breath as it slid all the way into her body.
Ben wet his lips and watched, wincing pleasure as his cock disappeared up the wet, downy opening of her snatch. Man, she's tight! he thought, delighted. The girl smiled as she sensed his pleasure; she began raising and lowering her body over him.
"Now you," Ben said hoarsely. "Straddle my chest. That's it. Come closer, bring your lovely young snatch right into my face."
Straddling him, Robin moved forward, her legs spread wide, her pussy pointed right for his mouth. She didn't really mind that her sister was the one going to be fucked. She liked having a guy's mouth and tongue on her pussy; it was a very sexy way of doing it. She moved her hot pussy into contact with his face, squealing a little as his mouth eagerly pressed against the opening and his tongue came out and licked upward through the folds of tender flesh to touch her clit.
Ben Hardy was as excited as he'd ever been. He thought: Shit! This is better than any of those fucking young whores on the mainland who sucked and fucked anybody who had a few dollars. These thirteen-year-old snatches were his own flesh and blood, whose only other experience was with their father and brother.
Ben Hardy inhaled deeply the musky odor of Robin's snatch. He loved the smell of hot young snatch, and he loved to taste it too. He smelled it and tasted it now, fast and furiously. Meanwhile, Polly's young body rose and fell in his lap, and he rammed his stiff, throbbing cock in and out of her body to meet her thrusts against him. She was very tight, and that's what he liked most about it, the way her snatch gripped his shaft all around, squeezing it on the upstroke and the down stroke, wringing every bit of sensation out of his maleness.
His hands were gripping Robin's churning ass, but he left the flesh of her behind and reached up to her chest where he could hold and fondle her fledgling breasts and roll her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
It was impossible for him to hold back any longer and he didn't try. His tongue wagged frantically in Robin's crotch while he lifted his hip to ram his cock deeper into Polly's snatch. He was surprised to hear Robin gasping and jerking her body spasmodically. Obviously, the touch of his hands and tongue had finally gotten to her, and she was coming herself, muttering, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
Ben grunted and lifted his hips off the bed, raising the straining Polly with him. His cock grew large in her snatch, and spurted spasms of semen in short bursts deep inside her. Then he collapsed in a sweat and rolled Robin from his chest so he'd have room to breathe.
Polly was still frantically bouncing up and down over his cock, tears running down her face. She was crying, "Not yet, Uncle Ben, don't come yet. Keep screwing me. I haven't come yet. I haven't come yet!"
Ben Hardy's first impulse was to tell the girl that maybe they'd get together later, or to go find his son Chris, or maybe even her father or brother. He was pooped and well-satisfied. Then he thought how nice it would be later on during the coming days and nights if little Polly were grateful to him.
To Robin, he said, "Get dressed and go back to the beach. Delay them from coming back here for another ten minutes."
"But -"
"Don't argue, just go,?' he said, and playfully swatted her on the ass.
Robin yelped and rubbed her behind which stung from the slap. But she got dressed and, with a wistful look back at the two in the room, left to trot back to the beach party.
"At last we're alone, honey," Uncle Ben said to the young girl, drawing her close to him and kissing her tear-stained cheek.
"You - you wanted to be alone with me, Uncle Ben?" she said, a trace of smile working on her lips.
"Of course, honey. You're the one I chose to fuck, didn't I?"
The smile blossomed, and she said, "That s right. I wish I'd come with you, Uncle Ben."
"Me, too, honey." He groaned, wanting to call her by her real name. Trouble was, he couldn't tell the twins apart. He suspected this one was Polly because she seemed the quieter one, but he didn't want to make a mistake, so he had to settle for "honey." He said, "Now just lay back on the bed and relax. Uncle Ben will make you feel good."
She did as she was told. For a few seconds, he looked at her slim body from head to toe. It was a very nice female body for a thirteen-year-old. One day she, like her sister, was going to be a beauty. Meanwhile, she was a living doll in her own right, with the charm and the innocence of youth-and she was available to him for the summer.
He bent over her and kissed her warmly, passionately, on the mouth, inserting his tongue past her lips in quick darting movements. His hands roamed over her slight breasts, down over her rounded belly, and between her legs, rubbing her thighs a moment before settling into her crotch. She trembled as his palm covered her snatch.
"Does it feel good, honey?" he asked her.
She nodded, unable to speak. She'd already been worked up sexually and it wouldn't take much to put her over the top.
He continued rubbing her snatch with his hand while his lips moved down over her neck and shoulders and up the incline of her breasts to transfer to her nipples. He took them one by one into his mouth and sucked them until they were hard and aching with swollenness. Meanwhile, his finger delved into the hot, hairy, moist opening between her legs, working up along the folds of flesh to the point where he could rub her clit with swift, sure strokes that brought gasps of increasing delight from the young teenager's throat.
She began moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" again in time with the thrusts of his finger against her clit. Her body pressed downward against his hand, and she corkscrewed her hips in a way that gave her even more pleasure. Before long, she shuddered from head to toe and let out a long moan as orgasm struck her full force and flowed through her entire body and found release between her legs where his finger worked so diligently.
Even after she'd stopped shuddering, he moved his finger gently in and out of her for a moment. Then he quickly bent his head and kissed her full on the snatch. Polly smiled and hugged him close to her.
"Oh, Uncle Ben, that was wonderful," she enthused.
"For me, too, honey," he said with a grin.
The funny thing about it was that it was true. He was too sexually sated to actually get a sensual thrill from what he'd done, but it pleased his masculinity that he'd been able even so to satisfy a young girl without using his limp, tired cock. The nicest thing about his sexual generosity, of course, was that it would pay off handsomely in dividends later on.