Val Marrick

Whipped niece

CHAPTER ONE

"Ahh! Stick it in me! Let me feel your big cock up my pussy!" the naked blonde moaned. She squirmed her naked ass in the air, working her soaking-wet, pale-furred pussy around the mighty cock that plunged vigorously in and out of it. She was in her twenties, big-boobed, healthy and tan, but having her hair in pigtails made her look like a teenager.

Teenager Liz Hall stood in the doorway of her uncle's office and stared. This couldn't be happening! Her uncle – the hellfire and brimstone preacher – had his lush-bodied secretary spread eagled and nude across his desk, and he was fucking her hotly with an enormous cock!

The teenager slumped. Her knees were weak. She had to cling to the doorjamb for support. Her breath was short, and seemed to be sticking in her throat.

The blonde bounced her huge boobs around on the dark wooden top of the desk. She was apparently fond of sunbathing in an incredibly skimpy bikini, as the paleness of her ass and the ripe mounds of her tits contrasted starkly with the brown tones of her velvety body and legs.

Liz shook her auburn hair from her eyes. It couldn't be happening, she thought again. Why, Liz had always assumed the unbelievably virginal looking secretary was just as innocent as she was!

And her uncle… the fine, upstanding pillar of the community whom the court had appointed her guardian after her parents were killed in a plane crash in Oregon. The only fine and upstanding thing about him now was his cock! Liz had never really seen a hard cock in action before. But the turgid, thick length of cockshaft that pumped in and out of Miss Fletcher's blonde-furred pussy from behind had to be seven inches long! With the swollen prickhead added in, the preacher's cock had to be eight inches! Liz felt faint.

More details began to seep into the adolescent's swirling mind. Thick, hairy ropes were fastened around the secretary's wrists, leading to the legs of the massive oak desk. And the jutting cheeks of Miss Fletcher's butt seemed to glow with more than a normal pinkness. From a corner of her eye, Liz caught sight of a broken yardstick lying at her uncle's feet. A horrid suspicion crawled into her brain.

Her uncle had stripped his foxy secretary naked, tied her face-down to his desk, spanked her lush ass with the yardstick till it broke – and now he was raping her!

Liz stared at her uncle with surprise. The self proclaimed Reverend Joseph Rogers was a tall, lean and angular man in his early forties. His hair, though growing sparse on top, was still a dark brown, undimmed by grey. He prided himself on keeping in trim, his niece knew. The hairy, bare legs were hard and muscle-bound. His prick thrust out between the tail of his white shirt to probe the woman's pussy. Cunt oils had soaked and stained the shirt-front.

"Unnh!" Miss Fletcher moaned as her boss sank his cock to the hilt in her pussy again.