Ranchland – Chapter 7

In response to numerous requests, here’s another chapter in the saga of Ranchland. If there’s enough interest, we can keep this story going for another 13 chapters. I can only count to 20, using all my fingers and toes . . . 21, if I get a good hard-on . . . !

[b]Ranchland – Chapter 7[/b]

Ben surveyed the Longhorn herd’s survival after their first Chinook experience. There had been some losses, but nowhere near as bad as he had expected. Out of a herd of two hundred head, they’d lost six. Maybe, he thought, these Longhorns would prove to be more adaptable than most of the local cattlemen believed. If, by spring, they had proven themselves, there’d be a strong market for calves, with a little marketing on his parrt. As Amy had the only sizeable herd of that breed in the area, she could be sitting on a potential goldmine.
Christmas came and went, as did the beginning of another year. The New Year, though, marked something special for both Ben, and for Amy. For the two of them, it was the beginning of their first New Year’s together, and the celebration of the conception of their first child. It was hard to tell which one was more excited over the prospect, Ben or Amy. It was obvious to anyone that knew of the pending event that Ben spent a lot of time floating in the clouds, while Amy looked forward to the completion of the first trimester, and maybe the end of her morning nausea. She’d been to the family doctor, who confirmed that Amy was, indeed, pregnant. Doctor Smith had prescribed some medication to ease Amy’s morning discomfort, and so far, it seemed to be working.

Ben woke late, having slept in after being out tending the Longhorns until the early hours of the morning. The sensation of a pair of lips sliding up and down his throbbing cock had definitely gotten his full attention, and he looked forward to his pending orgasm. But first, he just had to peek under the covers. The sight of Amy lazily sucking him off further excited him.

“God, Little One, you sure know how to get a guy’s undivided attention, don’t you? But that feels so damned good . . . “ he greeted his niece. She allowed his cock to slip from between her lips, then greeted her uncle.

“Morning, Lover,” she cooed, “today’s my turn to wake you up like you used to do to me. Damn, but I’ll be glad when this baby comes. Then we can go back to you eating me, first thing each morning.”

“Yeah? What happens if I get used to starting my day this way? Are you prepared for that possibility?” Ben teased.

“Well, there’s always a last-resort tactic . . . “ and she began to pull herself from the perch between Ben’s legs.

“Hey! Where the hell do you think you’re going? You gonna leave me high-and-dry like this?” Ben squeaked in exasperation.

“Yeah, well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, Lover. If you’re giving up on eating pussy every morning, I guess I can go through withdrawal and stop sucking you off. Or would you rather we come to a better agreement?” Amy quizzed.

“Oh, get up here, and give me a kiss!” Ben growled. “If you’re gonna be like that, the least you can do is let me taste those sweet lips of yours. Then I can go have a shower, dream of how sexy you really are, and get some relief while I’m at it” he threatened.

“Fuck it! You win” Amy conceded, and slid her lips back over his cockhead, once again bobbing up and down on Ben’s shaft.

Ben chuckled lightly, understanding that he may have won the battle, but the war wasn’t over. As much as he loved his niece, and the ministrations she was performing, he really did miss the taste of her pussy every morning.

“Umm, Little One, can I ask a quick question? Does it still get your tummy all upset whenever I wake you with a good cum? That’s why I’ve been foregoing our usual morning foreplay. I hate the idea of being the cause of your discomfort, and you know it. But if you’d like to go back to that morning routine, I’m all for it. Do you have any idea how much I miss the taste of your sweet nectar? God, just thinking about licking your pussy gets me hard as a rock!” Ben pleaded. Amy let her uncle’s cock slip out of her mouth once more so that she could answer him.

“Uncle Ben, there’s only one way we’re gonna find out, ya know. Care for some pussy, while I finish what I started?” she growled suggestively. With that, Amy pivoted herself so that she lay on Ben’s stomach, her pussy inches away from his lips and tongue. She resumed her pleasuring of his still-throbbing cock, noting how it twitched as she lathered his cockhead with her tongue, then licking the edge of his purple helmet before sliding him in to her tonsils.

Ben wasn’t about to pass up her offering, and slipped the tip of his tongue into her slit, running it up from the base to the top, then swirling around Amy’s hardened clit. Each swirl of the tongue produced a groan of pleasure from his niece, and the vibrations from her throat sent shivers up and down his spine. The more he flicked across her nub, the more thrills she delivered to his stimulated shaft. It became a game of who would cum first, and how hard. Determined to ensure that it was Amy, Ben began to seriously suck her clit, teasing and stimulating her until she mewled in expressive lust.

From Amy’s point of view, it had to be Ben that came first. To that end, she swallowed him deep into her throat, letting the muscles of her esophagus pull and stroke on his cock, helped along by the vibrations that his tongue elicited from her as he drove her to the very edge. She could feel that tingling in her pussy begin, and knew that she had short moments before her orgasm would sweep throughout her entire body. But she could also feel the tell-tale twitches from the base of Ben’s cock as it loaded up with his salty, sticky semen that she craved so dearly. By increasing the volume of her mewls, it would be possible to drain his balls of that special spunk of his, just as her own climax exploded inside her. The delirious joy of his tongue on her sex wasn’t hurting her quest, either.

Ben felt the first sticky spurt of his cream blast up his shaft, and out his hole. It was all he could do to maintain his lathering of Amy’s gash, as he involuntarily moaned at the arrival of his cum. But the vibrations of his muffled screams transmitted into Amy’s clit, thereby sending her over the top sooner than she expected. With Ben still in her throat, she screamed of her ecstasy, the sound driving into Ben’s gushing manhood, forcing eve more of his boiling seed from his balls, and sending him even further into his own ecstatic release. It became a vicious circle, with Amy cumming hard because of Ben’s muffled sounds, and Ben filling her tummy with his cream as a result of her throat’s vibrations on his cock. Only Amy’s lack of air in her lungs broke the circle. She had to let him out of her throat, but not her mouth, as the last dribbles of his steamy spunk spewed into her, to be held there until she could catch her breath.

The glow of post-orgasmic bliss settled in for both of them, with Ben gently licking up and down Amy’s gash, and her lovingly licking the last of his seed from his cock. She felt physically exhausted, and sexually satiated. Ben wasn’t sure if he was dead, alive, or somewhere between the two extremes. After the cum his niece had sucked out of his nuts, he really didn’t care, either. All he knew for certain was that she had taken him to Nirvana again, and offered him some of that addictive nectar that he loved so much. It was him that finally found the ability to talk first.

“God, Little One, what you do to me when you do me! If I hadn’t experienced it,” he groaned, “I’d never have thought such an orgasm was possible. To shoot my load while being bathed in your girl-cum? That has to be one of the ultimate cums possible!”

“Lover,” Amy cooed in his ear as she settled her head on his shoulder, “you have no idea how much I miss having you eat my pussy like that! I can’t remember when I’ve cum so hard! Now, if my stomach doesn’t get all bent out of shape, we’ll know if you can wake me up that way in the morning. That’s something else I miss.”

Ben held his niece tightly in his arms, enjoying both the afterglow, and the warmth of her body against his. He moved one hand down to her slightly swollen belly, rubbing it gently, and dreaming of the child growing there.

“Lover,” she asked softly, “which would you like it to be? A boy, or a girl?”

“Umm, it’s got to be one or the other, doesn’t it? To tell the truth, my preference would be one of each” he answered.

Amy lifted herself up just enough to be able to punch him softly on the shoulder, then slumped back into the crook of his neck.

“No way it’s gonna be twins, Buddy!” she growled. “Just taking care of one is gonna be a full-time job, especially if it turns out to be as horny as you!”

“Me?” Ben squeaked amorously. “What about its mother? God, if it’s a girl, she’ll turn out to be another little minx, sure as shit! How’s one guy supposed to survive in a household of two horny women?”

“Right! And if it’s a boy,” Amy rebutted, “how’s a girl supposed to keep her cunt to herself? He’d probably mount me three and four times a day, plus the five or six good fucks you’d need!” She looked into his eyes with an understanding of the possible future dynamic of their lives. “Besides, if it’s a girl, I doubt you’d be able to keep up with the two of us. Hell, at the end of the day, I doubt you’d be able to even get it up!”

“Oh settle down, Girl!” Ben strongly suggested. “We’re not having kids just to spend all our time fucking each other senseless . . . are we? I mean, you may be my niece, among other things, but at least you’re a grown woman. I’m not so sure I could handle having sex with a youngster, and I doubt you could either. So let’s not go there, okay?”

“For Pete’s sake, you horny old bastard, if you had the chance to fuck a young girl, you’d probably take it! You know it, and I know it! Hell, you’re already fucking a woman that hasn’t seen twenty-two yet, not that she has any objections. I’ve always thought that a man gets better with age, and you seem to be proving that theory quite nicely, thank you. By the time our daughter is sixteen, you should be just about aged enough to pop your cork!” Amy spat out.

“Little One,” Ben began to extol, “by the time our daughter’s sixteen, I’ll be almost fifty. You really think a sixteen-year old girl is gonna want to sleep with an old geezer like me? I think you’ve been swallowing more than just my cum!”

“I can’t see why not” Amy philosophized. “I know that when you’re fifty, I’ll still want to fuck your brains out, suck your gorgeous cock, and feel you fill me with your seed. If our daughter inherits my horniness, why wouldn’t she want the same thing? Besides, there’s just something about losing your cherry to a warm and wonderful guy. And you, Ben Calhoun, happen to be all those things, and more.” Amy wrapped her arms around her uncle, holding him tightly to her, hoping that some of the love in her heart would run into Ben’s, so that he’d know how much he meant to her.

“And if it’s a boy? What then?” Ben expanded his argument.

“Mmm, that’s easy.” Amy lustfully cooed. “Three holes, no waiting! If our son grows up to be half the lover his Old Man is, I’ll probably spend most of my time being filled with beautiful, beautiful cocks! Might kill me eventually, but what a way to go!” Ben chuckled softly at his niece’s speculations, wondering just what she meant to harvest from the seeds she was sowing.

“You’d really have our kids making love with the two of us?” he asked.

“Lover, this ranch is overflowing with hormones already,” Amy went on, “ what with you and I fucking like rabbits all the time? Tim and Josh always seem to be off on their own. Collin and Janice fuck like minks, and let the rest of us know when it’s happening. And something else I’ve noticed. Jim and Beth always seem to have someone over every weekend, but never in the same car twice. Whether they have groups going over there, I couldn’t tell you. But if they are, I’m a little put out that we haven’t been invited . . . yet.”

“Jim and Beth? You figure they’re into group sex? Why would you want to join in on something like that?” Ben wondered.

“Simple, Lover,” she went on, “when it’s a group thing, you’re after quantity. A guy with a hard-on is looking for as many cums as he can get, jizzing until his balls shrivel up and die. For a girl, it’s having her holes filled up and unloaded into as much as she can handle. Face it, when someone’s pleasuring your cock, you don’t really give a damn who it is, or how they do it to you, just so long as you get to shoot your load. For us girls, it doesn’t matter who uses what — cock, tongue, fingers, dildo — as long as it makes our pussies dance and squirt, and that explosive sensation blast through our bodies. But if a girl wants quality, she’ll go back to the same guy, every time. I assume that guys are the same story. If you want a lot of fucking, you’ll go where the supply is. If you want good fucking, you’d better be coming to me, because no one can love you the way I do, and you fucking-well know it!”

“Yeah, you do have a way about you when it comes to loving, Little One,” Ben agreed, “and you’re right. When I need good loving, you’re the one I’ll run to, every time. But,” Ben paused for a second, “are you really advocating having sex with our kids? Isn’t that a little over the top?”

“Maybe,” Amy advanced her feelings on the subject, “but at least we’d know who they were sleeping with, whether they were safe and loved, and we could allow them to discover their own bodies. Hell, this baby’s not even born yet, and we’re plotting the loss of its virginity? I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, don’t you?” Ben chuckled softly as he took in Amy’s logic.

“Yeah, you’re right. We are a little ahead of ourselves. I’ve just never considered the idea of fucking my own daughter, or sharing you with my son. I’d have to give the concept a lot of thinking first” Ben advised.

“Well, by my math, you’ve got about seventeen years to think it over. If it’s not for you, it’s not for you. Oh, and just for your information, if it’s not for you, it’s not for me, either. You’re the man that’s the centre of my little world, perversions included. I’m not in any hurry to fuck that part up, so you don’t have to fret over me seeing someone else without you knowing about it first. I hope and pray that we’re talking about a two-way street here. If you really wanted to fuck someone else, can I count on you letting me know who it is, before you do it? I just might want to join in, ya know” Amy inquired.

Ben’s first reaction was one of shock, but the more he let his mind sift through the ideas, the more he found he could understand and accept what his horny little niece was driving at. How his life would unfold with these new parameters was more than he could fathom. All he knew was that, no matter what, his life now would always include Amy.

Silently, Ben swept the covers back, then motioned to Amy that they both needed a shower. One sniff, and even someone with a cold would be overpowered by the scent of sex. He smiled lovingly at his niece, who began to ease herself out of bed and into the daily routine in the bathroom. Every time they were together in that shower, it seemed, one of them finished with an orgasm. Sometimes it was Ben getting his cock sucked off, sometimes it was Amy, finding at least one area of her body being pleasured until she exploded in lust and love. There had been more than a few times when it was both of them. Just that thought had her cunt beginning to ooze her juices, a sight not lost on Ben. He spotted the dribble as it ran down her inner thigh. The sight created a twitching in his cock as it began to fill and engorge its way to another steel-stiff hard-on.

As usual, Ben grabbed their morning robes while Amy found two clean bath towels. She turned the water on, made the adjustments, then waited for her uncle to join her. She felt his hands caressing her breasts, teasing and twisting her sensitive nipples in the process. The resulting turgidness induced her to lather Ben’s now-hard cock, softly stroking him as she marvelled in the dichotomy between the hardness of his shaft and the soft skin of his cock. Soon, she felt Ben’s hands moving down her body, and she anticipated the delicious curiosity about where he’d pleasure her first. One hand covered her pussy, his fingers sliding down the crack of her slit, tickling her clit until she almost screamed with lust. The other hand softly rubbed her back, roamed around her ass cheeks, then began to probe her crack. She felt Ben’s finger lightly rub against her rosebud pucker, gently ease her sphincter open, then begin to explore the sensitive areas of her asshole. In involuntary reaction, she pushed against his finger until he was buried deep inside her anus.