0 comments/ 134078 views/ 31 favorites Audrey's Punishment By: cthulhu This story is dedicated to a woman who, through her writing and encouragement to me, has become an incredible inspiration. She read my first story and was kind enough to write to me with words both kind and passionate. I consider myself extremely lucky to have found such a kindred spirit. She recently turned twenty-one, and this is my birthday present to her. I am the uncle, she is the niece, and this is our fantasy. Happy birthday, my dear. ********************** It was a hot July day, and Dave was deep in the throes of his fantasy. The sweat on his muscular body cooled and evaporated in his air-conditioned bedroom as he reclined, naked, upon his bed. His right hand slowly stroked his erect cock while his left hand loosely held the fetish that made the blood boil in his brain. Panties. Cotton and pink, plain and innocent, yet so utterly sensual and intimate. He brought them to his nose and breathed deeply, inhaling the trace of musk, the feint aroma of the young woman from whom he had stolen them. He had had them for some time, and the odor had faded, but was still delightfully evident, and brought sharply into focus the image of their former owner. Audrey. His niece. He had stolen them from the bathroom hamper nearly two months ago during one of his visits to his sister’s house. He could still remember the way his breathing had quickened when he’d gone to the bathroom, as he had done so often, hoping to find Audrey’s panties there. Most times he would content himself with simply finding a pair and eagerly sniffing them, inhaling as much of the residual fragrance of her young body as he could, and perhaps running his tongue over the slightly stained crotch. Several times he’d been unable to stop himself, and he’d taken out his furious cock and hurriedly jacked off a huge load of cum directly onto the cotton lining of a pair of her panties, the lingering scent of her pussy in his nostrils making the job the work of mere minutes. But that day had been different. He had been there to help his sister, Susan, clean out the garage. Susan’s husband had left her several years earlier, and Dave was only too happy to help her out with grunt work when it needed doing, especially as the years passed and Susan’s daughter began to develop into a stunning young woman. Audrey had helped them that day in the garage. It had been a hot May afternoon, and Dave had had to concentrate on not looking at his niece for too long. She was the perfect vision of teenaged loveliness. She’d had her long, golden hair tied back in a ponytail, and it made her look even younger than her eighteen years. Her face was flawless. Her eyes were a clear green that could knock a man dead at a hundred paces. Her chin was firm, her lips perfect, her nose had a slight up turn that was simply too cute for words. She had a dancers body, weighing perhaps a a hundred and fifteen pounds and stood 5'6" tall. On that day she had worn a blue, sleeveless top that accentuated her full breasts and flat stomach. The shorts she wore hugged her ass, and rode up when she bent over to move a box in such a way as to nearly make Dave groan aloud at the sight. He imagined he could almost make out the delicate lips of her pussy outlined beneath the material. Her legs were long, tan, muscular, but not so much as to overwhelm their feminine shape. She was a schoolboys dream, popular, pretty, with a personality that drew people to her. She was sharp of wit, and laughed easily, and Dave was consumed with lust for her. The three of them had worked all that afternoon in the hot garage, but it was fun work with the constant barrage of jokes that passed between them. Audrey had known Dave since she was a baby, and she’d always thought of him as her favorite uncle. After her father had left, she sometimes found herself thinking of him as her dad. She spent lots of time at his house, as he lived only two miles away. He was single, with no children, and had done very well for himself. He had a pool and an incredible game room, and sometimes he let her drive his Mustang, as long as she’d promised not to tell her mom. Of course she’d noticed the way her uncle sometimes looked at her. She was not unaware of her body and the effect it had on men. She’d grown accustomed to the lustful stares from the boys (and men) at school, and she didn’t try to fool herself into believing Uncle Dave was any different. But while she merely ignored the whistles and catcalls she sometimes drew while walking down the street, the sidelong looks from Uncle Dave somehow pleased her, made her feel attractive. She trusted him and felt so safe with him, and well, there was no denying that Uncle Dave was a good-looking man. Because of that she couldn’t help but tease Uncle Dave just a bit. Many times when he was over she would prance through the house in nothing but a short t-shirt and panties while her mother scolded her and Uncle Dave grinned and pretended to be interested in anything else. She would hug him, and press her young breasts into his firm chest, knowing that he could feel her nipples poking into him. It made her feel so naughty, and she couldn’t deny the sense of power it gave her. The feeling was delicious, and truth be known, it sometimes caused her panties to become damp. Several times while lying in bed at night she would think of her Uncle Dave and let her hand trail down to that soft junction between her legs. She would feel the moistness there, and bite her lower lip as she pressed on her clit. She had only recently discovered masturbation, but it was fast becoming her favorite hobby. It was a secrete, sinful pleasure, imagining her Uncle Dave sweeping her into his arms and taking her. The idea of him using her young body for his pleasure excited her very much, but she barely dared admit such a thing to herself. He was, after all, her uncle, and such a thing could never be. That day in the garage she teased him. Bending over to lift a box, she could feel his eyes roam across her behind or catch glimpses of breast down her shirt. It was all in good fun, and Uncle Dave never made it obvious that he was looking. When the sun had touched the horizon, and the garage chore had been completed, Audrey had announced that she was going to a friend’s house to study. She gave her Uncle Dave a tight, sweaty hug, and he made the appropriate fuss about her being too hot. He pushed her away, but she held on, their sweat soaked limbs sliding against each other. They laughed as he finally got her off of him, and she headed into the house to take a shower. In the bathroom, Audrey peeled her sweaty cloths from her body. Tossing them in the hamper, she had had a sudden memory of a day about three weeks before. Uncle Dave had been there that day as well. She remembered him going to the bathroom, and her having to use it soon after. She had sat there on the toilet, when her eye had caught a bit of cloth hanging from under the lip of the hamper lid. She had instantly recognized it for what it was, a pair of her panties. Her first reaction had been girlish embarrassment at the thought of Uncle Dave seeing her underwear, so she had lifted the lid, meaning to shove them under the rest of the dirty cloths. But upon grasping them she had noticed something else. She had looked at her fingers and saw that they were wet with a shiny, vicious, something. Picking up the panties and examining them more closely she had seen that their crotch was stained with globs of the stuff. She had touched it again and found it still warm. Audrey had had very little experience with sex, but she knew instinctively what it was. Uncle Dave, she had realized, had cum on her panties just moments before! She’d stared at the semen, fascinated. She’d scooped some up and felt it slide between her thumb and forefinger. The idea of her Uncle’s cum, and the fact that it had been her panties that had inspired him to do such a thing gave her a rush that she had never known before. Her legs had suddenly felt weak, and she had realized that the panties she was currently wearing were wet. Not just wet, soaked! Every nerve had seemed afire, and her nipples ached the way they did only when she touched herself at night. As if hypnotized, she had brought the crotch of the panties to her lips. The smell of Uncle Dave’s cum filled her head, and before she had even thought about what she was doing, she had licked the crotch of her own panties, and with three long strokes of her tongue, had devoured Uncle Dave’s cum! The smooth texture, the slightly salty taste, the heady aroma, it had all seemed to travel from her mouth straight to her virgin pussy, and without even touching herself she had cum so hard that she had had to grip the sink edge to keep from falling. Later she had berated herself, calling herself a “pervert” and a “sicko”. She had buried the panties deep under the pile of cloths and had forced herself to think of it no more. But three weeks later, running the shower after helping to clean the garage, with her sweat soaked, pink cotton panties in her hand, she could not help but remember that day, and the way that her lust had taken hold of her so completely. The idea that her Uncle Dave desired her and masturbated into her panties brought on that same warm feeling, and her nipples were suddenly hard as marbles. She thought of him downstairs and the way he looked at her, and with careful intent, she placed her panties square atop the rest of the dirty cloths in the hamper. She stepped into the shower and let the water sizzle against her too warm flesh, and with a groan, she leaned with her forearm against the shower wall and feverishly plunged two finger of her right hand into her young pussy, going as far as her hymen would allow, and mashing her palm against her clit, all the while imagining her Uncle Dave stepping into the shower behind her, naked, his hands circling her body, embracing her, cupping her breasts, his hard cock nestling between the wet cheeks of her ass. The fantasy was so dirty, so wrong, so…incestuous, yet it’s very depravity took her to the brink and beyond, and an orgasm hit her, the likes of which she had not had since the day she had licked his cum from her panties. Of course it was that pair of pink, cotton panties that Dave had liberated later that evening after Audrey had left. They had been moist with her sweat, and the musky odor of her clung so strongly to them that he had decided to risk it and had quickly shoved them into his pocket. Since that day he had masturbated with them probably three dozen times, and while her scent was now just a trace memory, the mere sight of them was still enough to make him as hard as stone. Which brings us back to that fateful day when Dave reclined in his large bed, naked, those pink panties pressed to his face, his cock, rigid and huge, gripped in his oiled fist. The doorbell rang. “Shit!” Dave cursed, pausing in mid-stroke and cocking an ear, hoping that whoever it was would go away. But it was not to be. The doorbell rang again. Dave swore under his breath and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He hoped the shirt was long enough to cover the pronounced bulge in his pants. His cock had not quite gone down yet. He thrust the panties into his dresser drawer, and as the doorbell chimed for a third time, he took a deep breath, smoothed back his hair and hurried downstairs to the front door. What he saw upon opening it made him forget all about his anger at having been interrupted. There, on his front porch, was his friend, Roger Holdencort, and standing next to him, her head hung in shame, was Audrey. Roger and Dave had been friends since high school. After graduation Roger had entered the police academy and had now been one of the cities finest for ten years. He stood on Dave’s porch now, dressed in his uniform, his squad car parked on the street behind him, with his left hand gripping Audrey firmly above her right elbow. Dave looked from Roger to Audrey and back again, and he knew that his niece had gotten herself into some trouble. “Roger, what the…?” Dave started. “Maybe we want to talk about this inside.” Roger suggested. “Yeah,” Dave said, stepping back to let them in. He was still in shock at seeing Audrey in this state. She would not meet his eyes, and the fact that she was wearing her catholic school uniform made her look every bit the guilty little girl. “Audrey,” Roger said, “Why don’t you go have a seat on the couch while your uncle and I have a talk.” He let her go, and Audrey did as she was told, sitting on the couch, her hands tightly folded in her lap, her eyes firmly on the floor. Roger and Dave stepped into the kitchen, and though they kept their voices low and Audrey could not hear them, she knew exactly what they were talking about. Ten minutes seemed to take an hour, but finally the two men stepped back into the living room. Dave shook Rogers hand and said, “Thanks, Rog, I owe you one. A big one.” “You can buy me a beer next time I see you. Hell, it’s just kid stuff.” Roger looked at Audrey and then headed for the door, “I just better not ever see you in trouble again, young lady! She’s in your hands, Dave. I’ll see ya.” The officer stepped out of the house, and with a final word of thanks, Dave shut the door. He stood facing the door for several minutes, wondering what the best way to handle this situation would be. He turned and looked at his niece, who would still not raise her eyes. She looked so innocent, so young and so fragile. Yet in her pleated skirt, her crisp white blouse and striped tie, her knee high socks and simple black shoes, she was the very picture of a schoolgirl in trouble, and slowly a plan began to take shape in Dave’s mind. He knew it was wrong. He knew he should simply drive Audrey to her mother’s house and let her face the music. But as the plan began to take shape, he knew that he was going to follow through with it. He sat down next to Audrey on the couch. “So,” he said, “You want to tell me what happened?” And that was it. The dam burst, and tears spilled from Audrey’s eyes in a torrent. She was crying so hard that her words came out in an unintelligible jumble, part confession, part explanation. Dave stopped her, putting an arm around her shoulder. “Audrey, you’ve got to calm down. Here,” he patted his lap, “Sit on my lap like you used to when you were a little girl, take a deep breath and tell me what happened.” He took a Kleenex from the box on the coffee table and handed it to her. She wiped her eyes and did as she was told, sitting on Uncle Dave’s lap, her head against his chest, his strong arm wrapped around her. She dabbed her eyes and told her story. It was a classic case of teenaged stupidity. Audrey and her friend, Megan, had gone shopping at the mall, Megan thought it would be fun to steal a few blouses a clothing store, but Audrey was the one who had had a big enough purse to stow the goods in. Megan had stuffed the blouses into Audrey’s purse without even asking, and Audrey, not wanting to be un-cool, had said nothing. Of course the store detective had stopped them on the way out, and the next thing they knew the two girls were in the back office, waiting for the cops. Megan, showing her true colors, had flatly denied taking anything, and since all the evidence was in Audrey’s purse, the police had let Megan go and were prepared to book Audrey for the crime. But upon taking her name, the officer in charge had recognized it and realized she was Dave’s niece. That officer, Roger Holdencort, had talked to the store manager, and the next thing she knew they were at Dave’s house. As Audrey told the story, she clamed down, and realized that she was indeed sitting on her Uncle Dave’s lap, and she began to think that perhaps she would get out of this thing if she played her cards right. She was not an especially manipulative girl, she was not a bad girl, but right then she was a frightened girl, frightened of what her mother would do if she found out. Perhaps, she thought, if she could play to Uncle Dave’s weakness for her he would not tell. She laid her head against his solid chest, and squeezed him close. She wriggled her bottom, ever so subtly, on his lap, and with surprise and secrete satisfaction, she felt the effect it had on him. Beneath her butt she felt a lump begin to stir and grow. She wriggled a bit more, letting her skirt ride up a bit, exposing her creamy thighs, and she looked, pleadingly, into his eyes. “Your not going to tell mom, are you, Uncle Dave?” she asked in her best little girl voice, biting her lower lip, and turning on all the innocence and charm she could muster. Dave nearly gave in right there. It was so very difficult to say no to her, but at the last second he saw through her ruse. The little bitch is trying to angle her way out of this thing! He thought. He felt her firm ass wriggle on his lap, and his cock slowly filled with blood at the thought of what he really wanted to do to her behind. He strengthened his resolve. “Of course I’m going to tell your mother! What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t tell her what her daughter is up to?” “But Uncle Dave…!: she wailed, but he cut her off. “Audrey, there’s no excuses for what you did.” Dave looked at her sternly, “I don’t care if you were just the one holding the bag, the fact is, you could have told Megan to fuck off, and put the cloths back. You could have, but you didn’t. Your just lucky I have a friend on the police force and that he was the one who took the call, otherwise you’d be sitting in a holding cell right now!” he knew that that part was probably un-true, but he wanted to scare her a bit, keep her off balance. “No, Audrey, you did a very bad thing, and I’m sure your mother is going to punish you severely for it.” He let the words sink in, and watched fresh tears well up in Audrey’s eyes as she realized that she would be receiving no mercy from Uncle Dave. He waited, counting the seconds, watching her get more and more worked up, knowing that his next word could lead him to the realization of years of lustful dreams for this young girl. Finally, he said it. “Unless…” he let the word trail off, as if he were considering something. A spark of hope blossomed in Audrey’s eyes, and she looked at Dave. “Unless what? Unless what? Uncle Dave, tell me, unless what? I’ll do anything, just please don’t tell mom!” Dave suppressed the smile that wanted to give away his serious face. “Well, Audrey, I suppose I could punish you here. I know what I would do with you if I were your father, and if your willing to take your medicine from me, then maybe your mother doesn’t have to know.” She looked confused. “You’re going to punish me? What…h-how…how are you going to punish me?” “A spanking.” He said, looking straight into her eyes to let her know how deadly serious he was. “A good old fashioned across-the-knee spanking. I know your mother would probably take your car, or ground you for a few months, but I’m of the opinion that a few smacks across your bottom would go a lot further toward making you stop and think the next time someone tries to get you to do something stupid. But it’s your choice, Audrey. You can either take your punishment from me, or I’ll drive you back to your house right now. What’s it going to be?” She lowered her gaze in shame at being in such a position. Minutes slipped by and just as Dave was sure that she was going to opt for her mother’s punishment she whispered, “The spanking.” At her acquiescence Dave felt his cock throb against her bottom, and he knew she could probably feel it too. He didn’t care. He had gone too far to turn back. “Very good. I want you to lay on your stomach across my lap.” He said, doing his best to keep his voice firm and authoritative. She rose and positioned herself as he had told her to, lying across his lap with her skirted ass in position. Beneath her belly she could feel his cock now at full erection. She felt humiliated; yet another emotion began to creep through her as well. Excitement. A shiver of anticipation crept over her as she realized that she had relinquished all control to her Uncle, that he was going to spank her and there was nothing she could do about it. Audrey's Punishment Dave reveled in the sight of the roundness of her ass under her pleated skirt for a moment. His eyes glazed with lust, and he rested his right hand on the back of her leg, feeling her warm flesh. Slowly he slid his hand upward, beneath her skirt, lifting it above her waist. His hand traveled across her panty-clad bottom before he actually saw it, and he knew immediately that she was wearing satin. When her panties were exposed he saw that they were white with blue flowers. Simple schoolgirl panties. He let his hand rest on the cheek of her ass for long seconds, his breathing shallow, reveling in the touch and sight that he’d waited so long for. Forcing himself to keep his voice even, he said, “Audrey, I’m going to give you twenty swats, and I want you to count each of them out to me, and I also want you to thank me for each one. Do you understand?” “Yes, Uncle Dave.” She said, her voice barely audible. “If you fail to count one, they’ll be two more to replace it, so count loud. I want to hear you.” She moaned, accutly aware of his hand on her ass. “Y-yes, Uncle Dave.” Dave lifted his hand, held it in the air for a long second, savoring the way she tensed up in anticipation. And then her punishment began. SMACK! “Ahhh! Ow!” she cried, squirming on his lap. His hand had landed on her left cheek and even though it was through her panties, it still stung. “Ow, what, Audrey?” “One! Thank you, Uncle Dave!” “Good girl. That’s the last time I’ll remind you.” SMACK! “T-two, thank you, Uncle Dave!” SMACK! And so it went, Dave letting his hand fall in measured blows across her ass, and each time he let his hand linger for a second to caress her satin covered behind and to listen for her count and her thanks. He was rock hard and he knew she could feel his cock straining at her belly. On the sixth swat he let his fingers slip between her legs ever so briefly, his forefinger grazing her pussy lips. She shivered, and whispered her thanks that time, unconsciously allowing her legs to part just a tiny bit. She realized that her nipples had become hard, and they ached against her bra. She already knew, by the way her uncle’s cock was pressing into her that he was turned on, but to her surprise and shame, she realized that the warmth and stinging on her ass, not to mention this entire situation, was also arousing her. SMACK! The seventh swat landed, and again his hand caressed her ass and his fingers slid between her legs. When he touched her pussy this time a bolt of electricity seemed to spasm through her whole body, and she felt the unmistakable signs of her pussy beginning to moisten. “Seven!” she gasped, “Thank you, Uncle Dave!” Dave was breathing heavily now. “You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you, Audrey?” SMACK! “Owww! Yes, I’ve been bad, Uncle Dave.” His fingers now rested between her legs, applying sleight pressure to her pussy, and Dave felt the unmistakable feeling of wetness. He brought his hand up again. “You’ve been very naughty, haven’t you?” “Y-yes, I’ve been naughty.” Her breathing was coming in sharp gasps. “And you forgot to count, Audrey. You’ll get two more at the end.” SMACK! “I’m sorry! Eight! Thank you, Uncle Dave.” She could feel her panties sticking to her now, molding her pussy lips, and outlining them. The stinging in her ass was sharp and hot, but instead of dreading the next swat, she found herself anticipating it, waiting anxiously for it. “SMACK! “Tell me,” Dave demanded, this time letting his hand blatantly cup her wet panty crotch, forcing her legs wider, and finding her clit with his middle finger, “Tell me what a naughty girl you’ve been!” “Ahhh, Nine! Thank you, Uncle Dave! I’ve been naughty, I’ve been a very naughty girl, oh I’ve been so bad!” “I know you have, Audrey. You’ve been such a little tease to me, haven’t you?” SMACK! “Ten! Thank you, Uncle Dave! Yes, I’ve been a bad girl; I’ve been a tease. I’m sorry, Uncle Dave!” The crotch of her panties were now soaked, and any pretense that this was about her shoplifting crime was long gone. She felt the last shreds of her resistance slip away as her uncle caressed her ass and fondled her cunt, his finger sliding between her satin covered lips. Her clit was engorged, and every touch of his hand sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. SMACK! “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Audrey? I think you like being punished. I think you enjoy having your tight little ass smacked, don’t you?” “Eleven! Thank you, Uncle Dave! I am, I am a dirty girl Uncle Dave. I need to be punished! Oh, thank you, Uncle Dave!” SMACK! Her whole body was alive with tension, every nerve aflame. Her pussy ached, her nipples felt like they would poke through her bra, and when his hand found her clit after the twelfth stroke, she simply exploded. “Ghaaa!” she screamed, writhing as her orgasm tore through her like a live thing. Her pussy flooded juice, and her already soaking panties became wetter still. The insides of her thighs began to shine with her moisture, and Dave kept his hand there, cupping her pussy, pressing just so until her orgasm subsided. “Twe…Twelve…” she said, at last, “Thank you, Uncle Dave. Thank you so much.” Thirteen, fourteen and fifteen were called out, and in between every swat Dave would coax her to talk even dirtier than before, each time stroking her panties. His hand was now slick with her discharge, and he was leaving wet palm prints on the white satin over her ass. “You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you, Audrey?” “Oh yes, Uncle Dave!” “You’re my dirty slut, isn’t that right?” “I’m your dirty little slut, Uncle Dave!” Her voice quavered and her breath came in ragged pants. “Your going to cum for me again, aren’t you, Audrey?” “Oh god, yes, I’m gonna cum again, Uncle Dave, I’m gonna cum for you!” Between the spanks and the talk, and the sheer exquisiteness of surrendering herself completely to her uncle, Audrey did cum again, gasping and crying out as pleasure wracked her young body. After the fifteenth swat, and her second orgasm, Dave paused. “Seven more to go, Audrey. Five of the original twenty, and two more for forgetting to count. These seven will be done on your bare ass.” She sighed as he hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her knees. They clung to her pussy, and he had to peel them from her. He swallowed hard, almost cumming in his pants at the sight of her naked ass, red from his swats, her drenched panties bunched up at her knees, her pleated skirt hiked up around her waist. How he wanted to throw her on the couch right then and tear his cock free of his pants so that he could fuck her. But he waited, maintaining control, knowing that he must be the dominant, and follow through on his promise of a complete spanking. It was what she wanted. What she needed. SMACK! His hand came down on her naked ass and the sting of it made her body jerk with pain and pleasure. “Sixteen! Thank you, Uncle Dave!” Her ass was sore and tender, and his swat against it without the protection of her panties was magnified, yet so was the rush of pure lust that rushed through her when his hand delved into her cleft again. At long last Uncle Dave touched her bare pussy, sliding his fingers down her naked slit, finding her clit, and combing through her sparse, blonde pubic hair. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand fell four times in quick succession, taking her by surprise. She writhed and moaned on his lap, her pussy leaking onto an ever-widening wet spot she was creating on the lap of his pants. Tears sprang to her eyes, but at the same time each spank was like a quick step up a staircase toward yet another orgasm, and such was her pleasure that she could barely gasp out the required count and thanks after each swat. “Twenty! Thank you, Uncle Dave!” She wailed, knowing that the end of her spanking was near, yet somehow dreading the thought of its completion. Something about this, being held across his lap, being punished, being fondled and being made to speak such filth, it felt so… right. She longed for him to do with her as he wished, longed to please him, longed to be used. His left hand entwined in her hair, gripping it tightly and pulling her head back while his right hand found her sopping hole again, this time slipping a middle finger into her virgin depths. Her back arched and her whole body shook as he found her hymen. Her mouth opened in a perfect “O”, but no sound came out. Dave leaned down close to her ear, whispering his words to her as he slid yet another finger inside her and fucked her with them both. “You’re my whore now, aren’t you, Audrey?” She could barely speak. “Y…y…yesssss…! I’m your…whore!” “We’re almost done with your spanking, Audrey. Only two more to go. I want to hear you ask me for them. I want to hear you beg me for them!” “Spank me, Uncle Dave! Oh god…please…SPANK ME!” Her voice was a gasping whimper, and he pulled at her hair, forcing her head back as her words came out in a rush. “Punish me, Uncle Dave! I’m a bad girl and I need to be spanked and used I’ll be good I’ll be your good little girl I promise oh god oh god oh god pleeeease spank my dirty ass!” SMACK! “ARGH! Twenty-one! Thank you, god thank you Uncle Dave I’m your whore I’m your whore I’m your filthy little slut whore!” “Yes, Audrey! Yes…you…are!” Dave cried out, overcome with lust. He drove his fingers back into her cunt and then withdrew them, putting them into his mouth. His eyes closed as he savored the first fresh taste of her juices. She writhed on his lap, hunching back and forth, grinding against his cock. He knew she was on the verge of cumming, and he knew he would not last much longer. He returned his fingers to her hole, wetting them with her glistening juice again, this time running them from her cunt to her tiny asshole. She nearly lost control as he swirled his finger around that rosebud, getting it wet and slick with her own cum. “Your going to cum, aren’t you, Audrey? My little bitch is going to cum, isn’t she?” “Yes, Uncle Dave!” she answered through tears. “Then cum!” With that, he drove his middle finger, slowly but steadily, deep into her virgin asshole and then, just as slowly, withdrew it all the way. It was too much for her. Audrey came with a gagging shriek, and if not for Dave holding her on his lap she would have surely fallen to the floor. As her orgasm gripped her, he landed his final swat. SMACK! He had timed it perfectly, and the sting of his hand was like an electrical jolt. Her whole body seemed to tense up and explode. She shuddered and moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as her orgasms pounded her, piling up one after another, sending her from one peak to the next. It was a full five minutes before she was, at last, able to choke out, “Twenty…one. Thank…you…Uncle Dave. Thank…you…sooooo much.” Dave pulled her off his lap, forcing her to her knees and standing up before her. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed as he said, “Your very welcome, Audrey, but we’re not through yet. Not by a long shot! Now you’re going to please me the way only a little slut truly can!” He ripped open the snaps of his 501’s, and his raging cock tumbled free, drooling precum, just inches from her face. “Open your mouth, Audrey. Open your little slut mouth!” She did, immediately, fascinated with his cock and so wanting to please him, absolutely willing to heed his every word. He grasped his cock in one hand and her hair in the other and at last, at long last, shoved his seven-inch cock into her warm, wet, teenaged mouth. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his cum. He grasped her head in both hands and began to fuck her mouth. The sensation was simply too much. The sight of his catholic schoolgirl neice kneeling before him in full uniform, her eyes wide and looking up at him, her glossy pink lips sliding the length of his cock, and the build up during the spanking session, it was all too much. Audrey sucked franticly, and she suddenly felt his cock, the first cock she had ever had in her mouth, swell up even further than it had been. It jerked and twitched, and Uncle Dave roared and held her head perfectly still with his dick buried in her mouth as it exploded. Cum, hot and salty, blasted onto her tongue and the back of her throat. It splashed the roof of her mouth, and she had no choice but to franticly swallow. It slid down her throat, only to be replaced by another gout, and then another. Dave’s whole body stiffened and shook, and his semen filled her mouth and dribbled out of the corners of her lips. She caught it in her hands and, like a girl possessed, smeared it on her face, her chin, and her cheeks. She didn’t know why, she only knew that she wanted his cum everywhere, outside and inside. Dave’s cum drained into Audrey’s mouth for long seconds. As the powerful blasts became trickles, she sucked as hard as she could, desperate for every drop. Audrey had never known such a deep and satisfying feeling before. The sensation of total submission was so liberating, so wonderful, that it seemed to make her whole. For the first time in her life she felt completely free in her self-imposed slavery to her uncle. She knew she wanted more. Needed more. Desired only to give him pleasure, to let him use her young body as he saw fit, and she knew she would gladly beg him for the honor of being his slut. He released her head and watched her as she eagerly licked his cock clean and scooped up the remaining traces of cum and swallowed them. He stroked her hair and smiled, knowing that the day had just begun.