bh-8143 captive niece (ted leonard) 1982

by Ted Leonard (mobi)

  Ben stepped into the room and unzipped his fly. Diane wiggled around on the bed until her naked pussy was facing him. He drew his big wet prick out of his pants and gripped it in his fist. Diane admired its thickness and length as she slowly eased a finger into her soaked fuckhole. Then, as her lust-driven uncle whacked off, she fingerfucked her juicy cunt.

  Her eyes grew dreamy. Her lips parted sensuously, and her breath quickened. Her tits rose up like live things, and her pink nipples spiked as she drilled her drenched finger in and out of her pussy.

  Ben's eyes raped her cunt as it squirmed around between her hot legs. He groaned several times. His fist pumped faster and faster on his thick cock as his sexy niece grew obviously hotter and hotter.

  Her cute ass writhed and twisted on the bed, and her pussy started humping as if she were getting fucked. Ben watched her little ass and furry pussy until his prick lurched in his fist. Then he pushed his hips forward, and his massive cock stuck straight up in the air for her to see.

  "Ohhh," she moaned, staring at it. "Do it, Uncle Ben! Ohhh, shoot your cum all over the place!"

  Diane never wanted to touch pricks, but she loved to watch them explode. It helped her to get her cookies. There was something wonderfully lewd about watching a big cock spit furiously. It made her pussy feel good as she fingerfucked it. She had trained her uncle in the past to let her watch his prick gush cum while she got off, too.

  Ben's big hot balls climbed up against the thick base of his prick. He jacked his cock violently until he felt his cock-pipe stretch full of jism. Then he staggered forward and shot his load all over Diane's writhing body. The first blast was so vicious that it splashed against the underside of her right tit. He pumped his cock fast, and great globs of jism creamed her quivering belly.

  "Uncle Ben!" Diane gasped. "No!"

  She wanted to leap away from the onslaught of hot cum, but the feeling of his jism, so creamy against her skin, coupled with the sight of his gigantic prick and her wet finger fucking into her cunt, made her come violently and helplessly.

  There was no stopping her ride to orgasmic bliss. Ben's cock spit savagely, and gobs of burning cum splashed against her thighs and pussy and hand.

  "Ohhh, noooo," Diane whimpered as she came wetly. Ben chuckled lewdly and obscenely shot all of his fiery jism onto her writhing, twisting body.

  When he finished coming, his dazed niece was still jerking and creaming. For the first time, Ben felt like he'd gotten the best of the lousy little cockteaser.

  Diane didn't ride her orgasm to its completion. Anger and spite set in and cut off her good feelings. "You-you filthy bastard!" she gasped. "You dirty old man! Look what you've done! You rotten bastard! Get away! Get away with your ugly cock!"

  Ben laughed with pleasure and satisfaction. He backed away from her -- just in case she thought of kicking him in the balls -- and said pointedly, "Someday, you're going to want to fuck this ugly old cock, Diane. But you'll have to beg for it."

  "Never!" she cried.

  "We'll see," Ben chuckled. "We'll see." He turned and left her alone to gasp for breath and to wonder what in hell he meant by that. She felt highly uncomfortable. She had never touched cum in her life. To have it oozing all over her body gave her the shivers.

  She got off her bed and pranced quickly into the small bathroom. She jumped under the shower and bathed her body thoroughly. The steamy water washed away her hurt feelings as well as her uncle's jism. At the end, she arched her back and spread her legs and let the jets of stinging water shoot hard against her cunt and clit. She came juicily and happily as she squeezed and rubbed her aching tits.

  As she dried her luscious body and admired it in the mirror, she thought again of her uncle. She knew she had to talk with him. How could he have done such a horrible thing to her? It wasn't like him at all. Last year had been so much fun for her. This year already felt disappointing. She didn't want her horny uncle getting any wild ideas at this stage of the game. She would have to talk to him and make him see the beauty of cock teasing.

  Frustration was what Diane got, not satisfaction. She wanted very badly to talk to him, to get him back in line with her way of doing things. But he wouldn't give her the chance. He ignored her through dinner and, afterwards, he sat in front of the TV with his wife as if she weren't even there.

  His sexy young niece sat on the sofa, secretly fuming. She wanted to curse him, humiliate him, degrade him. But all she could do was sit like a young lady and fume. When one hour became two, her bitterness and anger subsided. She began to worry. Was her uncle going to pass the whole evening without once lusting after her luscious body?

  When three hours had passed, Diane felt defeated. Her uncle had won the waiting game. Hungry for his attention, she gave up the battle. She was no longer angry, no longer resentful. She wanted to be admired.

  It was almost ten o'clock when Sarah got up and went to the bathroom. Diane couldn't wait for her to leave the room so she could talk to her uncle.

  "Uncle Ben, why are you doing this to me?" When she received no answer, she sighed and said, "Oh, all right. I'm sorry. There I apologized. What's the matter with you? Won't you look at me? You know you like to. I'll show you my pussy real quick." Still getting no response, she sighed again. "Don't be mean to me, Uncle Ben. You've never been like this. Will you look at me if-if I let you touch my tits?"

  Ben looked straight into her eyes. "Say please," he said, "and then I'll touch your tits."

  Diane's mouth fell open. "What!" she gasped. "Me say please! I will not! You should ask me nice to touch them!"

  "No," he said slowly and shifted his eyes back to the TV. "I'll wait. You'll beg."

  Diane's pretty face reddened with sudden rage. "I never will! You-you -- bastard! Suffer! I don't care!"

  Ben laughed as the bathroom door opened, and his wife returned. Diane was out of her mind with fury now. Fury and astonishment and confusion. How could her uncle do this to her? Wasn't he aching to look at her tits and pussy? She even offered to let him touch her tits!

  She twisted uncomfortably on the sofa. She didn't like the way the wind was blowing at all. This wasn't what she came here for! She came here because her uncle was always a willing, drooling admirer, a man half-crazed by her beauty. What was happening?

  Her only consolation was bedtime. When her aunt and uncle retired for the night, she hurried up to her room. She undressed and stood naked in front of the mirror. She posed beautifully and rubbed her tits and cunt. She smiled to see how sexy she looked.

  Last year, her uncle couldn't wait to get to her room after his wife went to sleep. Almost every night, he'd creep into the room, and Diane would stretch naked on the bed with just a small lamp on so her horny uncle could devour her with his eyes. And they would get themselves off.

  Diane now smiled at her luscious reflection and thought: he'll be up here in no time. He'll be the one to say he's sorry. I'll give him a hard-on he'll never forget!

  To prepare for the night, she draped her curvy body on the bed. The pale light from the small lamp played across her pretty tits and cute, furry cunt. She waited. And waited. And waited! She looked at the clock. She couldn't believe her uncle could resist her. Yet an hour went by, then two, and still no ardent admirer.

  Frustrated and puzzled, Diane started toying with her pussy-lips and moist little slit. Her fingers danced around, then up and down her cunt-crack. Breathing more rapidly, she eased a finger between her puffy pussy-lips and tickled the mouth of her fuck-hole. She gasped.

  A few seconds later, she was hotter than a fire-cracker. With her eyes closed and her pink tongue lolling out of her mouth, she drilled two fingers up into her wet cunt-hole and a third finger into her asshole. Tossing her hot ass into the air, she writhed and screwed hotly on her plunging fingers and got herself off a good one. Great waves of exciting pleasure washed through her body, and her pussy creamed violently.

  When her orgasm was at its peak, she pulled her juicy fingers out of her fuck-holes
and collapsed on the bed, whimpering with pleasure as she rode the wave of exquisite delight. She cupped her tits and squeezed them hornily as her cunt flooded nicely. She thoroughly enjoyed every shiver and quiver.

  The earthquake passed, finally, and she gasped for breath, slowly massaging her ripe, jutting tits. Her eyes opened, and she gazed at the ceiling for a few moments. Then she sat up and breathed deeply. Her gaze moved to the small dresser across the room. She slipped off the bed.

  "Fuck him," she murmured, and padded to the dresser. From the top drawer, she lifted a small box and an envelope. Pushing her panties aside, she pulled the items from the drawer and carried them to the bed. From the box, she lifted a long, white vibrator in the shape of a cock. Settling back on her pillows, she opened the envelope and extracted a packet of photographs.

  She set the photos beside her and lifted just one. It pictured a young girl on all fours with a big man standing behind her, fucking the hell out of her little pussy.

  "Ohhh," Diane moaned softly.

  Staring at the lewd photograph, she brought the vibrator against her wiggly cunt and flipped the switch. Her knees jerked as the sex-toy vibrated her clit. She spread her lovely legs wide and rubbed the blunt end of the instrument up and down her cuntlips as her eyes devoured the raunchy picture.

  Then she studied the second photo, a picture of another young chick, this one flat on her back with her legs wrapped around the waist of a man who was obviously pounding her pussy with his immense cock. Diane's eyes watered as she gazed at it, and her other hand worked the dildo into her fuck-hole.

  "Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh," she moaned as the buzzing toy entered her pussy. "Oh, golly!"

  She lifted photo after photo in the air and ogled them as she fucked herself with the thick plastic vibrator. Then she could look no more. Her eyes wouldn't focus right. She dropped the lewd photos beside her and grasped the dildo with both hands. She tossed her ass up, and her knees quivered wildly as she pulled seven inches of the hard vibrator up into her horny little cunt.

  "Ewwww!" she cooed sexily, and her hips began to screw around. Her ass jerked, and her pussy humped hotly on the drilling fuck tool. She pulled the vibrator into her cunt and gasped for breath as the buzzing end of it prodded her womb. She fucked and fucked wildly on the thing until she came like crazy.

  She came and came, humping and fucking hornily as her hands kept the plastic cock moving in and out of her clenching, sucking pussy. Her cunt flooded and drenched the dildo, then her fingers. Cunt juice dripped out of her saucy little cunt and dribbled down between her cute ass-cheeks to tease her asshole. She felt all of it and moaned with pleasure all through it.

  Her head jerked back, and her lips parted as she gasped for breath. Her tits ached with the pleasure she was giving herself, and her hot pussy squirmed violently on the hard cock. She switched the vibrator off and collapsed on the bed in a heap. She eased the machine out of her cunt and explored her cunthole with her naughty fingers. She liked to feel her wet pussy.

  When she had her breath back, she curled up on the bed and took one more look at all the photos. Then she put them away with the vibrator, all of which she returned to the dresser. Then she posed in front of the mirror and purred, "Too bad, Uncle Ben. I was gonna show you my new toy and my pictures."

  She jumped into bed under the covers and turned out the light. But she couldn't sleep. She never could after looking at her photos.

  They activated her mind. She felt a little sad now that she'd gotten her cookies. It would have been much more fun if her uncle had been there to watch her do that. How big his cock got when he watched her coming!

  She had been looking forward to sharing her goodies with her uncle. She thought he'd really like to watch her fuck herself with her vibrator. And wouldn't he love those fuck pictures? She loved them! And she had been looking forward to watching her uncle shoot his load. She had thought of his spitting prick the day she purchased the photos out of a magazine ad. She had thought it would be wonderful to gaze at those photos of big men fucking little girls while her uncle jacked off in front of her. Now she felt that her pleasure would have been greater had he been in her room, shooting cum all over the place.

  She rolled onto her side and brought her knees up. Hugging them, she closed her eyes and got sleepy. He'd come around, she thought dreamily, smiling to herself. Maybe tomorrow. Then he'd ache to see her nude.

  But she was wrong. She was wrong that day and the next -- and the next! She couldn't believe how her uncle avoided her. She went out to the hen house every morning for the eggs, yet her uncle didn't follow her. Last year, she couldn't get rid of him! She went out to the barn for the milk, and still, he didn't hound her and try to see everything she owned.

  She couldn't understand.

  At first, she thought it was because her aunt was always around, more than ever before. But then she realized that her uncle was causing that. He was staying close to his wife all the time. That was the difference. Last year and the year before that, he was always escaping his wife's eyes so he could lust after Diane -- so Diane could cocktease him. Now she couldn't even show him a tit!

  She tried to cocktease him by wearing the sexiest things she owned. One day, her aunt commented because Diane was wearing shorts and a halter that must have fit her when she was twelve! Her nipples practically peeked out of the small triangles when she moved. Yet it was her aunt who seemed to notice all this -- not her uncle! He ignored her.

  On the few occasions when she was able to whisper something to him, he behaved obnoxiously. At one point she quickly whispered, "Don't you want to see my cunt?" And Ben had replied, "Say please, and I'll look."

  After three days of this kind of treatment, Diane felt miserable. It was no fun to be a beautiful girl with perfect tits and a juicy cunt without an audience. Diane needed an audience to make her feel good. She missed her uncle's stiff prick, missed seeing it big and hard for her, aching for her. She needed that. But Ben wasn't giving it to her any more.

  One day in the front yard, he actually told her why. "It's time you grew up, you little cockteaser," he said. "I've been waiting for you to grow up and give me what you've been promising with all your fucking cock teasing."

  Making sure her aunt couldn't hear her, Diane whispered in shock, "You mean -- you want to fuck me!"

  "Of course," he replied.

  Diane didn't understand that. "But, Uncle Ben," she whined. "We've been having so much fun. Why ruin it?"

  Ben just grinned at her before walking off. And he murmured, "You'll fuck, all right. When you're horny enough."

  "I will not!" Diane blurted. "If I ever want to fuck, it won't be with an old geezer like you. There are a lot of handsome boys back home just dying to fuck me!"

  To her surprise, her uncle chuckled and walked away. Diane didn't like the sound of his laughter. What did it mean? He wouldn't rape her, would he? No, of course not. He didn't have the balls! No, she was safe enough around the farm. Yet -- he seemed awfully sure of himself for some reason. What made him think she'd ever fuck him? He was so old!

  The day passed as drearily as the others for her. She began to regret coming to the farm this year. Uncle Ben was no fun at all any more. He wanted to fuck too much. It was hard to cocktease a man who wanted to fuck. So her day was dull and boring.

  But the next day was worse for her. It was pure hell, because it was the third Friday of the month, the day Ben and Sarah always went to town for dinner and a movie. In summers past, Diane loved this day. It was the one day that she got to run the farm by herself while she let her aunt and uncle enjoy themselves. She had looked forward to these Fridays, but that was because she was usually satisfied. On this Friday, she was frustrated and burning with pent up, thwarted desires.

  She had to pretend to be happy for her aunt as the old lady cackled excitedly about riding into town. "It's so good to have you here," she told Diane as she hugged the girl. "It's selfish of me, but I look forward to your summer visits so Ben and I can do th
is."

  "You just go have a good time," Diane cooed sweetly. "I'll take care of everything here."

  But her heart sank as she watched the pickup truck drive down the dusty road. She shaded her eyes against the bright morning sun and waved goodbye with her other hand as they drove off. When the truck disappeared over the distant rise, she bent and picked up the basket used to hold the eggs. She walked listlessly to the hen house, seriously considering cutting her summer vacation short. Why not go back to the big city where there was plenty of action?

  She didn't know that she was being watched by three unshaven, dirty men. The trio of men came out of the woods below the farm and made their way to the back of the barn. They, too, saw the old couple leave in the truck. They, too, knew Diane was all alone. And that excited the hell out of them.

  They looked at one another and grinned lewdly as their pricks stiffened. Diane looked delicious in her short little minidress, so low across her luscious tits, so high on her curvy white thighs. And what a cute little ass she had!

  CHAPTER THREE

  Diane went to the barn with the milk pail, as usual. But there was nothing usual about what happened to her there. The first thing she noticed as she entered the warm barn was that the rear double doors were closed. That struck her as odd, because her uncle never closed them. Idly mulling that over, she moved past four stalls, each containing a cow. She had named the cows.

  "Hi, Elsie," she cooed. "Hello, Bessie."

  She smiled to herself when she greeted the big cow she had named Eleanor -- after her history teacher! She moved then toward the huge milk machinery at the rear of the barn.

  A sudden noise stopped her in her tracks. She turned toward the rear doors. There was a man standing there, looking at her.

  "Oh, my God!" she gasped.

  "Don't panic," a voice said cheerfully, but the voice came from behind her.

  Diane whirled, already gasping for breath, only to see a horrifying sight: two more men! They were grinning at her, closing the front doors of the barn. The scraping of the great wooden doors sent chills up and down her spine. She was being closed in, and every fiber of her being knew that.