Chapter 9
Marcy's brother, Barlow Johnson, parked his battered old pickup truck in front of her house and got out. It was just after dawn, and Barlow had already tended to all the chores on his ranch in the hills outside the city, although it wasn't his ranch any more as of that day. He had sold it, and now he was in the city to pick up his son, Johnny, and take him on a long camping trip before buying some undeveloped land and establishing another ranch.
He didn't expect anyone to be awake at his sister's house yet, so he didn't bother to ring the bell. He went around to the rear and found the back door open, and he entered the house. He figured on taking a shower and having a shave, having some breakfast and talking with his sister, and then taking off with his son on their trip.
Not wanting to track up Marcy's carpets, he took off his shoes in her kitchen before going farther into the house. Not aware that Johnny slept out in the poolside cabana, Barlow looked for the boy's bedroom. He found Marcy's bedroom first, and smiled and shook his head at the sight of the woman he thought to be Marcy who was sleeping in the bed. She and some guy were huddled under the covers, and Barlow quietly retreated. He found the second bedroom of the house had been converted into a TV room. In the third bedroom, he found his niece Cathy sleeping, and he didn't retreat from there.
She had grown quite a bit since he'd last seen her. And he could see all of her now because she was naked as a jaybird and the covers of her bed were thrown out all around her. She sure was a good looking girl. She had a really nice set of tits on her, very plumply conical, and capped with the prettiest pink aureoles and nipples he'd seen in a long, long time. Her body was slim and her skin was pure satin and softness, without a wrinkle or a blemish. She looked amazingly healthy in spite of her city upbringing. Flung out in every direction, her long legs and arms looked extremely graceful. Her lovely face was sweet and innocent in repose, rosy pink lips slightly parted, long brown lashes kissing her smooth young cheeks. And there between her legs was nestled the cutest little cunt he'd ever seen in all his life, all pink and sweet and open and so very inviting he had to stand there and smile at it while he rubbed his cock through his soiled blue overalls.
Barlow had himself a good long look at his niece. Being the parent of a teenager himself, he knew she wouldn't wake up that easily at this time of day. And if she did, it was only her old Uncle Barlow there in the room with her, and she'd find no fault with that. He was still looking back at her as he went on into her bathroom, and she was still sleeping so soundly she wouldn't be disturbed by the sounds of his bathing.
He left the door open while he scrubbed with her scented soap. The clothes he'd left piled in a corner of his bathroom stunk when he got out of the shower. He could see her in the mirror while he scraped off his week's growth of beard. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stood in her bathroom doorway to look at her and do a little daydreaming while she slept.
Barlow Johnson wasn't tall, but he was big. He had thick, sloping shoulders, heavy arms, and a deep, hairy chest. His waist was thick, but it wasn't layered with fat. His buttocks were large, and so were his thighs and calves, and his cock was so big and powerful it easily lifted the hem of the towel and peered out at Cathy with him. Barlow covered his cock as best he could with the towel before walking silently forward and sitting down on Cathy's bed.
She woke up and squealed, yanked a sheet up over her fine big upstanding tits, and then recognized him. Through her brief panic, Barlow sat smiling and silent, and then she calmed down a bit and said, "Uncle Barlow! I didn't recognize you without your ...without your whiskers."
"And without my clothes. I'm just passin' through. Where's Johnny?"
Cathy told him where Johnny slept, but Barlow stayed where he was, for he'd always liked Cathy and he hadn't seen a pretty girl in a long time. Very soon she calmed down. He told her about his plans and kept up a slow conversation while he kept crossing his legs and brushing his hands over his big, thick cock to keep it from itching too bad while they talked. She glanced down there once and then several more times, and a lovely pink blush suffused her cheeks, reminding him of the color of her nipples. He accidentally let the towel slip aside.
"Oh, Uncle Barlow!" She cowered back from him, but she didn't look away from the bulbous big knob of his cock that lurked out from under the edge of the towel.
He chuckled and said he was sorry, but he didn't cover it up. He said, "If a gal's never seen one before, she don't know what it is. And if she has seen a man's cock, she knows it's nothin' to be afraid of. What kind of a gal are you, Cathy?"
He stretched, and his cock rose right up through the gap in the towel. "Oh, Uncle Barlow!" Cathy exclaimed, and scrambled back and got up on her knees, holding the sheet up in front of her, but not in front of one of her tits. Eyes wide and blinking, mouth open wide enough to take in a cock even as big as Barlow's, she stayed there on her knees with one of her tits so invitingly naked that Barlow couldn't think of leaving her then.
Barlow patted the bed beside him and said, "Come on, sit down. You got no call to be afraid o' me. Sit down, let's talk some more. It's been a long time since I talked all alone with a pretty young gal like you, and you know I ain't gonna hurt you."
Staring all the way, fumbling about with the bedsheet in front of her, Cathy sat down beside him again. He rattled on about this thing and that, and she kept looking at his cock. He scratched at it, shifted it about, even stroked it, and she kept twisting the sheet against her tits and looking at it with increasing, anxiety.
At last she blurted out, "Uncle Barlow, you've got such a big one! I didn't know men's thing got so big!"
Barlow sighed and moved closer. His knee nudged against Cathy's as he parted his thighs, exposing the proportionate size of his big, hairy balls and letting the towel stay behind so all of his very thick cock stood stoutly up from his loins. He sighed again and said, "I might be bigger than most, I don't know. I know I never had a woman complain about my cock. You want to feel how hard a cock can get? Here, gimme your hand."
He had to pull her hand away from her breast. It came slowly and jerkily in his big paw, and it jerked away the moment it first touched his cock, but then quickly grabbed it, exclaiming, "Uncle Barlow, it feels so hot!"
"Hot and hard and horny, " he chuckled. "Your hand feels nice and cool on it. And soft. Go on, take a good grip on it. You sure can't hurt it, and it sure does feel good on this end. Rub it a little, stroke it a little, like this, " Barlow said, and wrapped his big hand around his cock and gave it a few good strokes.
Cathy pushed his hand aside and grabbed it with both of hers. The sheet fell away, laying both of her lovely young tits bare, but she noticed that not at all as she stroked his cock with both hands, saying, "Like this? Is that the way to do it? Oh, Uncle Barlow, it's so big and hot and hard!"
"A whole lot harder than these, " Barlow said, and reached up and ran his callused hand over her tits.
She stopped her stroking and started panting, looking down at his hand at play on her tits. She stifled a gasp when he pulled at her pretty pink nipples, nice and gentle, and when he gently squeezed one of her tits, she closed her eyes and squeezed his cock very hard in her little hands. A shiver shook her body. She opened her eyes and started stroking his cock and breathing fast again. Barlow scooted conveniently closer and got both his hands on her tits.
"You been lettin' all the boys in the neighborhood put their cocks up your cunt, Cathy? Do you like to fuck?"
Her cheeks flushed even brighter and she shook her head, but she went on stroking and squeezing Barlow's cock.
He slipped his hands down to her waist, roved them around there, and she sat more upright and writhed like a snake charmer's cobra in every direction. He glanced back over his shoulder and said, "Your mom's fast asleep, but I better go close that door."
"Don't leave me now!" she said, pulling herself forward till her parted knees were up against his, and still holding her claim to his cock. "Mama sleeps real late. She won't wake up. Oh! Oh, Uncle Barlow, you've got such a big, big cock!"
"And you've got such a pretty little cunt. I took a good look when you were sleepin', and that's what made my cock big and hard like it is. Sit still and don't be a fraidy cat. You know I ain't gonna hurt you."
She very coyly smiled and fluttered her eyelids, and she kept right on stroking his cock as he reached for her cunt. The brutally big red knob of his cock was all shiny and wet with his oozing by then, but not nearly so wet as the cuntlips which Barlow parted with his finger.
Her smile disappeared when he touched her there, and her eyes and her mouth grew very round. But he soon had her smiling again and swaying from side to side and forward and back as he grinned and tickled her cunt and said, "Yeah, that's a fine little cunt you got. You sure are a pretty girl. Just sittin' there like that, you make a man feel good all over. And what a nice pair of high risin' titties you got. My old cock looks like it's tryin' to reach up and bite 'em."
"Oh, Uncle Barlow, " she cooed, squirming her hips all about on the bed, wriggling her hot little cunt on his finger, then leaning forward and clasping his cock to her soft, supple body.
"It does want to bite 'em, " she said, giggling and rubbing the knob of his cock all over her tits, then pressing it deeply against each of her nicely stiff nipples.
Barlow leaned back with his hands on the bed and shifted his foot between her smooth, warm thighs. He grinned and she giggled as he burrowed and wriggled his toe well within her wet cunt lips, and then she was squirming her cunt on that as she rocked back and forth with his cock closely clasped to her tummy and tits. She took deep, even breaths as she rocked. Her eyes were closed now and the smile was fixed on her face. Every now and then she stopped her rocking and hunched up her shoulders and shivered all over and squeezed his cock harder against her. By the time Barlow was leaning back on his elbows, his cock was rubbing up between her tits till its knob touched her throat as she rocked.
She rocked and she swayed. Her face looked even more dreamily beautiful as she turned her head from side to side and warmly caressed the head of her uncle's cock in the very warm hollows of her throat. Its oozing went on unabated, and now there were shiny smears of pre-seminal fluid all over her torso and tits and on up to her chin. Her nostrils had been flaring widely as she swayed all about in the aura of Barlow's heavily masculine scent, as she squirmed her hot, wet slit all about on the side of his foot. His grin grew broader as she kissed what she held in her hands.
Pursing her lips, she smeared them all over the knob of his big, fat cockhead. Now her nostrils were flaring more widely still, and now both hands were tightly holding it just under the heavy ridge that circled the underside of the knob of Barlow's cock. A gleaming web of seminal fluid stretched from the knob of his cock to her puffed lips as she drew back and took a deep breath, and then she opened her eyes to gaze dazedly at him before parting her lips very widely and taking his cock in her mouth.
Cathy's fair cheeks caved in. She sucked on her uncle's cock very hard, still rocking and rubbing her soft little tummy against his balls, still tightly holding onto his cock. Her mouth was very soft and warm and moist, and the suction was just the way he liked it. He lay back on his elbows enjoying life, moving his foot and wriggling his toe to help his niece enjoy life, too.
She suddenly stopped and opened her eyes very wide. Her cheeks turned scarlet and let his cock slip from her mouth and her hands as she leaned back and sat upright before him. She brushed back her short, tousled hair and said, "I didn't mean to . .. Uncle Barlow, I feel so funny!"
"Down here?" Barlow said, and wriggled his toe in her cunt.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, reaching down for his foot with both hands, pulling it hard up against her hot cunt.
Barlow stopped her from doing that. He reached down and took her slender little wrists in his hands and drew her hands up to his cock. And he looked her straight in her very wide eyes and said, "You know what we can do about that. Now, don't you, honey?"
Her voice was a whimper. "But it's too big. Just look!" she said, and as Barlow straightened out his legs on her bed, she quickly straddled his lap and held his cock flat against her belly. "See? It reaches right up past my belly button!"
He sighed and shrugged, and she said, "But we could still try!"
Barlow leaned back on his hands and Cathy got up and squatted over his cock. Her smile was bright and hopeful as she rubbed the tip of his cock through the very wet lips of her cunt. She stopped with it poised at the portals of her fuck hole and partially lowered her weight on it, winced, and said, "It really is big!"
He shrugged again and said, "That sure wasn't much of a try."
Grim determination set her features, and she shifted her hips over his cock, holding it firm in her hand and pulling upward. She chewed on her lip in her concentration, wincing from time to time, and then a gasp escaped from them both as the knob of his cock popped inside her.
"Oh! Oh, Uncle Barlow!" she said, swaying on shaking knees, while her cunt squeezed his cock even harder than her hand was squeezing it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she exclaimed, slipping down on it, bracing herself with her hands on his hips, and panting and blinking her eyes.
"Feel okay?" Barlow said.
"Feels wonderful!" she replied, and started to bob up and down on it.
The size of the ridge under Barlow's cockhead kept his cock from slipping out of her cunt as she moved up and down. Her splendid young tits danced and jiggled with her enthusiastic efforts. Now and then she stopped and her lovely face screwed up in a grimace and her body went tight and tense, but then she was back again at her slowly progressive descent on her uncle's cock. Descending those last few inches, till her pubic hair was mingled with his, Cathy looked as if she was in pain, real pain, but then as she settled down on his powerful thighs, her sweet young smile reappeared and she said, "We did it!"
"Why, sure, " Barlow said. "Heck, I knew we could."
Cathy went to work on it then. She squirmed around getting comfortable, and then she slowly and carefully worked her cunt several inches up off the base of his cock. She settled down on his thighs, and then she went up again. Four or five repetitions of this and, as thick as it was, Barlow's cock was sliding easily through the well lubricated lips of Cathy's cunt, and her smile was back again in full force.
She threw back her head and laughed, then rocked back and forth and side to side, smiling broadly as she worked over the very thick base of Barlow's cock with her widely stretched vulva. She swayed like a temple dancer, roving her hands all over her naked torso, squeezing her tits, reaching down between them to feel how well they fit together, and all the while beaming smiles on her uncle.
"Barlow, it feels better all the time!"
"That's the way it is with fuckin', " Barlow said, rolling his hips up under her in a lazy, relaxed fashion which Cathy found to be perfectly delightful.
"Oh, that makes it even better!" said Cathy, tilting and rolling her hips in perfect tempo with him.
"Like I said, " Barlow told her, and reached farther up with the big bulbous knob of his cock, finding nothing but tightness and sweetness and wet, warm goodness wherever it went.
She was quite a beauty to behold when she started cumming. Pale patches of pink appeared on her chest, and her nipples grew visibly harder. Her jaw went slack but still she managed to smile. The blotches on her chest grew and merged until all of her very fair skin was suffused with a delicate pink. And now the pink softly gleamed as a fine film of perspiration broke out on her body, and though she was actively fucking him now, her sweat didn't come from the exercise of it. She had a good, lively tempo, and it was picking up all the time as she warmed to the good feeling swelling inside her, as her very trim, slim body worked her hot little cunt up and down on her uncle's thick cock.
She was snapping her hips, not just moving them, and her tits were jouncing along at double time. She was panting through her half opened mouth, and her heavy lidded eyes were glazed. Her cunt was very hot by then, and getting hotter all the time. The day before, an itch like she had in her cunt would have driven her crazy, but now she instinctively knew it would soon be gone. She was huffing and puffing out little exclamations of pleasure, in time with the rapid movements of her cunt and leaning farther forward as she went. Soon those little puffs of pleasure were panting against Barlow's ear as she laid with her tits mashed flat on his chest and made her hot cunt fly on his cock. And now as the peak of her climax approached, she spoke to him, hot and fast.
"Feels so good! I knew it would! Oh, Barlow, why did you make me wait so long??? Oh! It's so big! So hot up inside me! Burning me! Love it! I LOVE IT!. I LOVE TO FUCK!!! UNCLE BARLOW! IT'S HAPPENING! REAL, REAL BIG!!! NOW! AND NOW MORE!!! OH, UNCLE BARLOWWWWWW!!!!!" Cathy wailed, still fucking furiously, scarcely slowing down a bit when Barlow easily rolled her over and started fucking her back.
"ALL THE WAY! ALL THE WAY! ALL OF IT! YES, GIVE IT TO ME!"
She was thrashing and throwing her arms and legs in every direction, then stopping the thrashing to arch her shuddering body up under his humping form in a show of amazing strength. He was fucking her steadily, feeding yards and yards of big, thick cock through the channel of her hot and clasping hole. She was all wet and slick and overflowing. He was harder and thicker than ever.
"MORE! DO IT SOME MORE! FUCK ME SOME MORE!"
Her arms and legs went about his burly body and locked there, and her belly slapped up against his. Up on his knees and holding her close, he drove on with his cock without letup. She was groaning and snarling and gnashing her teeth and panting hotly at his ear. His balls, already wet with her overflowed love-juice, now slapped very wetly and heavily against her drenched crotch each time he lunged his huge cock through her tiny and totally uncomplaining cunt.
"BIGGER! OH H H H H, IT'S GETTING BIG-GER, UNCLE BARLOW!"
"YEAH, CATHY! IT IS FOR ME, TOO!"
Barlow had been without a woman for far too long. Just seeing his naked niece had compounded his problems, and laying his hands on her had tied up his nuts in a knot. Now they broke loose and so did he, fucking furiously, squirting jism like a volcano pumping out lava. The hot stuff had to come out of him, and Cathy had to take it in her cunt.
Her lips peeled back from her teeth and her head rocked from side to side as he fucked her relentlessly hard and fast. With deep, driving strokes, he drove in his cock from its tip to its base, and although her arms and legs and torso and head, and even her ass, thrashed about all over the bed, her hot little cunt stayed centered for each new plunge. Barlow was astounded at the size of his spending. He was even more astounded that Cathy was there to meet each of his lunges up into her cunt, not only to meet them but greet them with a powerful upward surge of her girlishly slender hips that insured fullest, deepest penetration. His body answered her pleading. It came and gushed and spurted till there was no more of his jism to give. Then he rested for only a moment before rolling them both over so his once virgin niece could rest on his big, broad chest.
She was limp as could be, and apparently swooned. But then she shuddered all over, especially all through her cunt, and Barlow found there were still drops of jism left in his balls. Several more times she shivered, milking him completely dry. Then she lifted her lovely face and smiled very dreamily at him, and said, "Can we do it again in a day or so, sometime before you and Johnny go away?"
Barlow patted her sweetly turned ass and said, "I'll betcha we can, and maybe sooner than that. Let's just lay here and rest and talk, and see what we come up with."