Ned uses his Old Uncle Jack's cabin to get closer to his
latest girlfriend. But Jack isn't as senile as Ned thinks.

mf, MF, oral (both types)

Copyright 2003. All rights reserved by the author (that's
me, Mark Reed). Posted here with permission.

Read at your own risk. If smut offends you, don't read this.
If you're younger than 18, don't read this. 

A very big thank you goes to Mycroftxxx and Rod Ramsey for
editing, proofing, debating, and doing their best to be the
most annoying and effective editors possible. *Grin* Thanks,
you two!

Crazy Old Coot
By Mark Reed

The door to the cabin creaked open slightly before the
chilly northeastern wind nearly blew it off its hinges. Jack
felt the cold air whip around his legs and quickly move up
to blow the long beard which hung from his face. The fire on
the hearth next to him flickered at the sudden change of
atmosphere in the small room. Two figures scurried through
the door, almost running from the dark of night and falling
snow outside. Jack pushed his feet gently into the floor and
his chair leaned back, starting the rocking motions which
soothed him. One of the figures turned and pushed the door
closed before stomping on the ground to get the snow off.
The other figure, slightly smaller, did the same after
giving a nervous look Jack's way. The taller one, Jack's
nephew Ned, took his companion's hand in his and led her
closer to the fire where they could warm themselves. As they
approached the fire Jack got a better look at the two. He
quickly placed the second figure as Ned's latest little
conquest. What was her name, Maria? No, Susan or Lisa or
something like that. 'It's hard to keep up with the names
these days,' Jack mused in his own mind. 

"We'll be safe here until the snow stops falling, sweets,"
Ned said. He spoke, as he always did, with the unshakable
confidence of youth. Jack's eyes closed and he set his chair
to rock just a bit faster. Ned would learn, someday, not to
assume nearly as much as he did. Those lessons would come
with time and pain, as they always did. Jack tried to keep
his mind from wandering back to the places where he had
learned such lessons. 

The girl took her coat off and sat down, all the time
watching Jack closely. She could hardly take her eyes off
his face. Finally she shook her head a little, as if coming
out of a daze, and spoke in a shy voice. "Hi, I'm Launa." 

"Oh, don't bother trying to talk to Old Uncle Jack," Ned cut
in. "He doesn't hear you. He doesn't hear anything. He just
sits there all day in his rocking chair, rocking away and
staring at the wall. That's why I said we wouldn't be
disturbed. He probably doesn't even know we're here." Jack's
face didn't even twitch in response, but his eyes danced
with merriment. 'If you only knew,' Jack thought. 

"That's so sad," the girl said softly. What was her name?
Luna. No, Launa. "Is he comatose or something?"

"Aw, Old Uncle Jack hasn't had a right mind in years. You
used to be able to talk to him for at least a few minutes
before he'd stop talking and stare off again, but now he
just does it all the time. He still takes care of himself
and everything, but he won't talk to nobody. He's a crazy
old coot. Aren't ya Uncle Jack?" Ned laughed. In his mind,
Jack laughed right along with him. 

The two settled down to talk about their own lives. Not of
shoes and ships and sealing wax, or of cabbages and kings,
but of the small miniscule events which are thought so
important in a teenage life. Jack let his mind drift back to
his own musings and filtered out the conversation around
him. He remembered a day which seemed not so long ago when
he had possessed such self assured confidence. He had
possessed a woman, too, or at least thought he possessed
her. His rocking increased as the night which surrounded the
cabin slowly turned to day.

----

The daylight streamed down to shine upon her golden hair,
only highlighting the beauty which was before him. Sparkling
blue eyes, soft milky white skin, a slight grin which hinted
at untold pleasures to come; she had it all and she knew it.
The way those eyes peered into his own, he knew that she'd
never have a problem with being stuck up, because all she
wanted was him. "I love you," she said softly.

"I love you," Jack replied. He took a step back and knelt
down on a knee, all the time gazing in to those lovely two
eyes. "Always," he said softly. He reached a hand down to
his pocket and began reciting the poem he had been working
on just for this moment. 

"You are mine, and I am yours. 
Our souls entwine, forevermore. 
'Till death do us part, my love I take thee. 
I give you my heart, knelt on one knee. 
Can dreams come true? It just might be. 
Becky O'Toole, will you marry me?" 

The look on her face as he opened the box and showed her the
ring was worth all the effort. She looked from his face to
the gift in his hands, and back to his face. She blushed
furiously and her eyes began to tear up.

"Yes," she whispered softly. "Always." 

----

Movement drew his attention back to the present. The pair on
the couch in front of him were kissing. Their mouths were
open to each other, their tongues dancing. The girl moaned
and let her body melt a bit more into Ned's. His hands crept
up in response and eagerly cupped her breasts. She moaned a
bit more before her body went rigid and she broke their
kiss, glancing worriedly at Jack. "We can't," she said. "Not
with him watching."

"He doesn't see us," Ned said in what was obviously meant to
be a soothing tone. "He's not actually there. His body is
but his mind has been gone for a long time now. Just relax
and go with it. You and I are the only people who will
remember this. Trust me." 

----

"Trust me," Jack said softly. He held her head so her eyes
were looking into his until she gave a slight nod. He leaned
in and kissed her gently on the cheek. First on the right,
then on the left, and finally his lips slowly caressed hers.
His touch was gentle, adoring, attentive. He focused all his
attention to making love to her lips. Slowly he pressed
further into them to give more contact. His own lips parted
and hers opened slightly in response. He nibbled on her
lower lip and held her in his arms. His tongue came out a
little and he trailed the tip gently along the length of her
upper lip. Her mouth opened wider and he pressed his lips to
hers once more while he sent his tongue into her mouth to
explore. Her tongue stirred in response to his gentle
questing. Their desire grew as his tongue caressed hers and
she sent hers forward to feel his. Time seemed to slow or
stop altogether. Minutes flashed by as the two explored each
others mouths. Their world expanded once more as Jack sent
his hands from Becky's head down to her back, and slowly
around to her chest. At the slightest touch of his hands on
her breasts, her chest moved forward and ground the two soft
globes into his palms. 

----

Ned quickly unbuttoned her blouse as they kissed. He was
hurried now, anxious to get the show on the road. He
finished with the last button and pulled the shirt off her
shoulders until it hung off her arms. He pinched her nipples
through her white cotton bra, causing her to open her eyes
widely and squeak, breaking their kiss. He grinned
mischievously before pressing his mouth to hers again and
sending his hands around to undo her bra. He seemed to be
quite practiced, because he quickly tossed it behind him. It
landed next to Jack's rocking chair, but Ned wasn't paying
attention to anything but the two newly revealed breasts.
'Rather large,' Jack thought to himself. 'Then again, Ned
has always been attracted to the big busted ones.'

----

She was panting by the time Jack had kissed his way down to
her left breast. She lay on the bed naked, still trying to
recover from the orgasm his hand had just given her. Her
eyes were closed, her face was flushed, and his tongue was
just beginning to circle her nipple. He saw the little nub
of flesh and nerve endings stiffen in anticipation, but his
tongue never touched it. He trailed his licks and kisses
around her breast, and again licked a circle around the
areole. Just when he seemed about to touch it, his mouth
moved to the other breast. Becky let out a small whine of
disappointment. 

Jack trailed kisses around her right breast and the already
erect nipple which topped it, but went slower this time. He
licked gently at all the skin he could reach, but refused to
touch the bundle of nerves at the center of the fleshy
mound. He licked a third trail around her nipple and finally
took it into his mouth. He sucked on it gently and let his
tongue flick against the tip, making Becky gasp and squirm.
His sucking became harder and rhythmic until Becky's
squirming caused him to lose the nipple. Jack watched her
face while she settled down. Her head rose up slightly and
her eyes met his. Jack could see the lust in them just as
plainly as if it had been written on her forehead. He smiled
at her lovingly and bent back down to take her nipple into
his mouth. Her hands grabbed his head and she growled. "I
want you. Now, honey."

Jack gently bit the nipple he was working on until she
groaned and her hands loosened enough for him to lift his
head. "Trust me," he repeated. Her eyes gazed back into his
own and once again she gave a slight nod. Her head fell back
to the bed and she closed her eyes to enjoy the ride. 

----

The girl's pants were tossed back to join the bra laying
next to the rocking chair. 'What's her name again? Julia?
No, that was two girls ago. Laura? Ah, cripe. It's too hard
to keep track anymore.' Jack watched Ned's hands eagerly
move down the sides of the feminine form. His hands finally
settled down as they squeezed the soft cheeks of her ass.
Ned's tongue nearly drilled into her mouth, pressing her
head against the couch. His fingers hooked her panty line
and quickly removed her last obstacle of clothing. His hands
returned to her chest to squeeze the soft flesh there. The
room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing. The
girl's hands moved from Ned's back to grab his shirt and
pull it off him. Their kiss broke and Ned stood to quickly
drop his pants.

----

Jack couldn't believe how good her sex smelled. He inhaled
deeply and felt himself become slightly dizzy. It was musky
and heavy, but the smell sent tingles down his spine. If
there was ever any proof needed that she wanted him, this
was it. His tongue moved out almost automatically and lapped
at her swollen lips. It was a taste unlike anything he had
ever experienced before, but he was sure he would quickly
grow to love it. His tongue probed deeper and he began to
explore her folds with it. She wiggled in response to the
stimulation, and her scent grew stronger. He found the nub
he had rubbed his fingers against earlier to such great
effect, and quickly flicked it with his tongue. Becky gasped
and moaned. He flicked it again and she gasped again. Jack
grinned slightly to himself. Cause, and effect. Flick, and
gasp.

Her hips began thrusting towards him slightly and he decided
to move on. His tongue moved lower and probed deeper into
her until he found his way inside her. The taste of her
juices was especially strong here, nearly overwhelming. He
darted his tongue to the side until he felt small bumps or
lines on her skin. He rubbed against them as hard as he
could and got a moan and hip thrust for his efforts. He
probed deeper into her, trying to lap the juices which were
intoxicating him so. Becky began thrusting her hips against
his tongue regularly and he quickly pulled it out before she
could work herself up anymore. He swallowed the juices he
had obtained and smiled at her. He could read the
frustration on her face and took pity. His tongue was
getting a little sore from being used so much, so he
penetrated her with a finger and took her throbbing clit
into his mouth. He ran his fingertip against the nerves in
her canal and began sucking rhythmically on her clit. One
large moan followed another, and the third became a scream
as her body tensed up and the pleasure exploded from her
center.

----

Ned's hands moved to her hips as he entered her for the
first time. She moaned in delight at the feeling of having
someone inside her and looked up to his face. His eyelids
were closed, though, as he concentrated on the pleasure. His
hips began slowly moving in and out and his hands traveled
up to squeeze her breasts. She tossed her head back and
closed her eyes, concentrating on the feelings as he was.
Ned began working up to a faster rate and reaching deeper
into her. Jack watched the girl's mouth open slightly as she
followed the movements of the organ inside her. In, out, in,
out, in, out. Her face began to flush and Ned's hips began
moving even faster. In, out, in, out, in... The girl's eyes
opened in sudden surprise as Ned ground himself deeper into
her while he came. She moaned in frustration, her need
evident. She waited until Ned's breathing slowed and his
eyes opened before she asked plaintively "what about me?"

"Don't worry, babe," he said confidently. "It'll only take
me a few minutes to recover. We're not done yet. You could
help, though. Ever given head before?"

Jack had to fight to keep his face motionless as he almost
snorted. 'Same line with every one of them,' he thought to
himself. 'The amazing thing is that it works!'

----

With as many times as Becky had come that night, sliding
into her wasn't much of a problem. Jack went slow anyway,
until he met the obstruction he knew would be there. Her
eyes were already lost in his own, so he just smiled and
said "I love you. Always." 

She smiled back and a look of lust and determination swept
over her face. "I love you," she repeated. "Always. Do it."
Jack nodded and pushed with increasing pressure until he
felt the tear. She winced a little but it was quickly
removed as he slid the rest of the way in. Her eyes closed
for a second before they opened again to give him a look of
wonder. They shared the look as Jack began to slide back out
and in again. The feeling of her around him was incredible.
It was like a warm, velvety glove, and every other bad
cliche he could think of. He had to concentrate on making
movements to minimize his own pleasure while trying to
heighten hers. Jack had certainly waited long enough for
this night, and he wasn't going to let it end quite so soon.

He moved his hands to her chest and began to gently roll her
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned
softly and her head hit the bed again as she enjoyed the
feeling. Her hips began to complete his motions with rocking
of their own. Jack could feel the warmth from their joining
filling him, filling her, moving throughout their bodies to
send sparkles of pleasure along their nerves. Every time he
felt himself get close he would thrust into her and stop,
and she would wiggle her hips to stimulate her clit against
his skin. It wasn't too long before she was panting heavily
under him and squirming again. Her hip movements had become
a little out of synch and more desperate. Jack took that as
a good sign and began allowing himself to feel the
incredible sensations that were running through his member
and up into his stomach. The warmth began to spread until
his entire body felt like one set of muscles, all working
together and all receiving the same pleasure. His breath
became labored and he couldn't have stopped himself at this
point if he had wanted to. All Jack felt was the building
sense of pleasure. Every nerve from his fingertips to his
toes were tingling in anticipation, and the energy seemed to
be moving from everywhere in his body to his cock. The
pleasure began to build so much that it became almost
unbearable, and then he exploded. He felt Becky's muscles
contract and spasm around him as she screamed. He grunted
and felt his whole body pulse in blinding pleasure.

Pulse. Pulse. Pulse, pulse, pulse. Then the world went
black.

----

Ned was hard again and groaning in delight. The girl hadn't
done this before but he had quickly taught her how. She
didn't seem to like it much, but Ned sure did. He let her
run her tongue across the head of his dick one more time
before he told her he was ready to go again. She eagerly
moved back onto the couch, getting on her hands and knees.
"Do me from behind, baby," she said huskily. Jack saw the
wide grin on Ned's face as he moved behind her to position
himself. Part A screwed into slot B just as it was supposed
to. Ned reached around to cup her hanging breasts in his
hands and squeezed. The girl moaned and rocked her hips.
Some of her hair hung down from her face to block Jack's
view, and she tossed her head so she could watch him. 'She
seems to be more relaxed with the idea of being watched,'
Jack thought in amusement. The smile didn't reach his face,
but he was grinning inside. The memory of him and Becky in
the mall after hours popped up, but Jack pushed it aside to
pay attention to the present.

Ned was groaning quite nicely as he slid steadily into and
out of her. She was moaning in response, tossing her head
from side to side with her eyes closed. The breathing in the
room became louder and heavier. Ned picked up the pace again
and was rewarded with another feminine moan. The girl's
breasts jiggled deliciously as her body pounded back into
Ned's. His hands were on her hips again to help steady them
as they worked into faster and faster rhythms. Soon their
rhythm became disjointed in the clear signal of approaching
orgasm. This time the girl went first, pounding her butt
back into Ned's center and wiggling madly while giving a
long and lovely moan. Ned's groan quickly followed, his back
and hips spasming to fill her with his seed. The pair
collapsed onto the couch until they could recover.

Jack let his mind wander again. Images from days long past
flashed through his mind and became his temporary reality.
He and Becky at the alter, swearing their vows to love one
another, always. The night he proposed, their first night
together sexually, when he had worked her up slowly so she
wouldn't feel it as much when he took her virginity. Waking
up later that same night, realizing he had blacked out from
the experience. Their honeymoon. That horrible morning seven
years later when the police had arrived at his door with
news he could already feel in every fiber of his being. The
funeral. His brother helping him build his quiet cabin up in
the mountains where he could live in solitude. The family
choosing that spot to build a few more houses into a sort of
mini resort 10 years later. Everything flashed by so
quickly, but it was all real. It was all there. Slowly his
world changed again, to the dark cabin and his rocking
chair. The fire by his side and the two lovers stirring
before him. Ned, still on top of the girl, slowly looked at
his watch, and only then moved to quickly get off her. "We
got to go, babe," he said anxiously. "It's 10:45." 

That woke her up. Her eyes flew open almost as fast as the
"Oh shit!" from her mouth. The two quickly scrambled to get
dressed again and moved to the door of the cabin. Ned opened
the door, allowed his date to scramble out into the snow,
and closed it firmly behind him without ever saying a word
to Jack. He had stopped bothering to say anything to the old
man after using his cabin for his first few conquests. By
now, ignoring him was habit. 

If Ned hadn't been in quite such a hurry, he might have
heard the slow, mocking applause coming from the old man in
the rocking chair as the pair scrambled out to get the girl
home. For the first time that night, Jack spoke. "I hope he
brings that one back. Laura? No, Launa. Yes, that's the one.
Reminds me of Becky…"

~fin~