She teased her forefinger along her exposed gash, pressing gently into the soft, wet flesh. Her fingernail scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her clitoris, making it stand up at attention.
Her middle finger slipped into the very center of her throbbing cunt, working its way, insistently, deep into the warm, moist red hole.
She slitted her eyes and played with her aching pussy, tickling and wiggling her finger in and out of her tiny cunt-hole until her butt-cheeks were twitching automatically.
Her other hand wandered back to her full, white tits1etting her fingers roll the warm flesh and pinch the stiffened nipples. Her desire had now become almost uncontrollable. Her fingers were squishing in and out of her cunt feverishly.
She wiggled her asscheeks violently, thrusting her cunt upon the intruding fingers. She wanted to be fucked right-now. Why hadn't she let Barry fuck her? It would, have been so simple. She remembered how his hands felt on her naked flesh, and it increased the tempo of her diddling until her fingers were flashing in and out of her aching cunt-hole at a fevered pitch.
Nancy panted desperately as the sensations in her tormented cunt increased rapidly. Her fuck-hole was dripping with juice, increasing in wetness with every deep plunge of her fingers until she could feel it oozing in a stream down her hand. She could feel her ankles drumming helplessly on the wall, and she stuck her fingers up her cunt even more deeply. She wished she had Barry's wiggling finger up her asshole now; driving her wild. Just the thought of it produced a thrill in her shitter and the little button-hole squeezed at the imaginary finger.
Clenching her thumb and forefinger over her nipple, Nancy pinched hard, bruising the tip slightly. Suddenly, she lay completely still, ready on the brink of orgasm.
Nancy tensed, tightening her muscles in violent, uncontrolled contractions as she felt her cunt. explode. She let herself writhe in complete and utter abandonment as she felt the thrill of orgasm bubble deep inside.
She Let out a long sigh relief and slowly and gently withdrew her fingers from her wet cunt. The
lips closed shut as the last of her juices seeped wetly between her fingers.
Nancy closed her eyes, her fingers resting lightly on her beaver and playing softly with the hairs until her breathing returned to normal.
Finally, Nancy went into the bathroom to wash up. Since her room was in an isolated part of the house, she didn't bother to shut the bathroom door tightly. She was so elated by her come that she didn't hear footsteps in the hail. She let the water run in the shower stall and soon began to wash herself under the driving water.
The aches and frustrations seemed to wash away under her massaging, soaping hands, first from her fits and then from her cunt as the shower flushed the soap from her smooth young body. Then as an after thought, Nancy soaped the middle finger of her right hand and carefully stuck it between the soft, hot lips of her cunt. She swished the finger around the insides of her juice-filed twat, slowly diddling herself.
Uncle Cliff's heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in his pajama bottoms become bigger and harder until in a matter of moments his cock reached full erection. He let his hand go down and feel the stiff, pulsing rod as it jerked against the time material.
He gloated silently to himself, gazing at the tight hole of her ass as she bent to soap her legs. She had full butt-cheeks and perfectly shaped thighs. Her buttocks jutted nicely, with a warm-looking
dark cleavage which opened slightly as she bent forward to neat the darker point of her tiny, round shitter. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as she soaped, and they seemed to flow. up and down in a continual motion of sensuality.
Nancy straightened and turned a little. Her profile was dynamite. Her tits were high and full, white mounds of firm; soft flesh, and her belly was flat. She moved around a little more and he saw
the light muscles of her stomach working as she soaped her beaver and the intimate folds of her cunt. His cock jerked involuntarily as he watched with lust-filled eyes, not quite sure how deep she was soaping with that dainty finger. She was a picture of race and symmetry.
Uncle Cliff loosened the strings at the fly of his pajamas and pulled out his gigantic cock, stiff, throbbing, full of desire for his niece. He couldn't wait to fuck her.
He could just picture the look on her face as he went to her. He would hold her down and let his hands wander all over her voluptuous body, knead her gorgeous tits until she wanted to scream, and finally he would push his big cock up to the deepest depths of her cunt, and fuck her. He couldn't wait for her to get out of the bathroom so he could satisfy his appetite.
Nancy dried herself slowly, letting the towel rub sensually against her body. She could still feel a slight tingle in her cunt and nipples as she rubbed her tits dry. She wanted to go back to the privacy
of her room and masturbate again, but she changed her mind about that.
Without bothering to put her robe back on, she walked to her bedroom, strutting proudly stretching her body with each step. She locked the door and lazily dropped on her bed, extending her naked and sensual body out full length, and dosed her eyes to go to sleep, savoring the warm glow her body seemed to have now.
Suddenly, without actually realizing it, Nancy sat straight up. She felt somebody's eyes on her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Who's there?" Nancy cried out. There, was no response but she was a shadow move. Her closet door was flung open and she was face to face with Uncle Cliff.
"Hello, Nancy;" he laughed. "Expecting somebody else? Berry, perhaps?"
She reached for the blanket in an effort to cover
her naked body, but her uncle quickly grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely exposed as he took in her body with those awful eyes of his. She wanted to scream out for Barry or Aunt Dotty, but decided against it for the moment.
"I saw your boy friend, Nancy. How could you do that? You didn't let him fuck you in the barn. You're a regular prick-tease, aren't you? Letting him feel you all up and then sending him off to bed with a hand-job. Well, you won't get away with that silly shit with me."
She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears of terror as he moved closer to her. "Don't scream, Nancy. I'm going to fuck you now. When I'm through with you, you won't be horny for a long time." He laughed as he reached out and gabbed one of her tits cruelly.
She tried to scream, but his hand crashed down hard across her face in warning and she knew that it would be useless to fight. Nancy turned to him. He looked so mean. He wasn't going to show her any tenderness or mercy, she was sure of that.
Uncle Cliff sat down on the edge of the bed, pinning her shoulders to the blanket. With one hand on her throat he Jet his other roam lustfully over the curves of her tits, pinching the already sore nipples, then gliding over the firm, flatness of her belly.
His fingers slowly ran down the supple thighs toward her knees, and then,tauntingly, slowly, yet demandingly up the inside of her thighs just below
her cunt. She froze as she looked down at his big cock sticking stiffly out from underneath his pajamas.
It was so big! His gigantic prick was jerking up against his belly, the cock-head red and throbbing with desire for Nancy's young, firm body. He wanted to sink that cock into her cunt and make her submit to him.
Cliff saw her naked body and without effort he pinned her to the bed and feverishly stripped; She lay back on the bed, too weak to move,-too feeble to resist. He came at her with that big fat cock.