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Uncle Bob

By: tantricjim



Bob pulled into his brother's driveway, pausing before he got out of his car to look over the yard and neighborhood. It had been over a year since his last visit and he enjoyed the familiarity of what he considered home. It had been his family home until his brother had moved in after their parents died. Bob kept much of his belongings stored here.

He basically lived out of a suitcase and slept in hotels, motels and other temporary accommodation. His arrival must have been unnoticed by anyone in the house, so he pulled his suitcase out of the trunk and let himself in through the unlocked front door.

He heard someone busy in the kitchen. He set his suitcase down and walked quietly down the hallway. He smiled when he saw Maggie, his brother's wife, humming softly while she worked. She was standing by the sink gazing out the window as he moved quietly up behind her and slipped his arms around her. 

Startled, Maggie half turned and squealed, "Bob you buggar, you will give me a heart attack some day." His lips found hers and his tongue slipped easily into her mouth. He fondled her tits and rubbed his body on her butt. 

"None of that this time Bob. Alison's getting married and I am too busy to worry about you trying to get into my panties." But she turned and pressed her body against him as they kissed passionately. She could feel his big cock stiffening as he rubbed it on her hip. 

Bob knew that her protests were for show as he pulled back and looked into her eyes. He grabbed her pussy, squeezing it through her skirt. "C'mon Maggie, it has been over a year, we have time, nobody will be home for hours."

He turned and pulled her by the hand to the stairs. She started up them with him behind her, but stopped as he ran his hand up her leg to her pussy. She held onto the railing, closed her eyes and lifted one leg to the next step to spread for him. Try as she might she never could resist this man. "For God's sake Bob, not here on the stairs, take me to bed." 

They remained frozen on the stairs as Bob moved her panties aside and slid a finger into her. Maggie groaned as she wallowed in the feeling of mounting desire. 

He pulled his fingers from her pussy and said, "Hurry Maggie, it's been a while for me without any pussy. And I love yours."

Alison was in a high stage of excitement. It was only a few days before she would walk down the aisle with Hank. She had left work early to prepare herself for the wedding practice scheduled for that evening.

Her Uncle Bob's car was parked in the driveway. He had arrived earlier than expected. He was her father's younger brother and travelled the world in his profession as a consulting engineer. The family was always happy when he visited. He was full of stories of his travels and exploits in foreign lands. He brought exotic gifts for each of the family. He was their hero in so many ways.

He was a great looking guy, tall and well built. Most women, single or otherwise, looked longingly at him. Alison got a little warm surge in her pussy as she recalled the way he had looked at her these last few years as her body had filled out. 

Alison was aware that Bob had screwed her mother on several occasions. She had never revealed that she knew this to anyone else, including her mother or her uncle. 

Her mother appeared flustered and excited whenever he was around. They made contact often, a soft hand on an elbow, a little hug, hips touching, accompanied by giggles and little kisses.

A few years prior, she had seen her mother exit his bedroom while straightening her clothes. Her lipstick was smeared as she raced to the bathroom. She had left the door to Bob's bedroom slightly ajar and Alison had a peek at her uncle naked, his cock glistening wet and semi-hard as he pulled on a robe. Alison could visualize that scene any time she wished. 

Alison had been both appalled and aroused at the realization of what they were doing. She watched for their assignation the next time he visited and listened outside the door as they tore at each other. "Oh Bob, Bob, Bob," her mother moaned softly, as the sounds of a cock stroking a wet pussy emanated from within the room. Alison hurried to her room and screwed herself with her vibrator, her hands shaking with excitement and arousal.

Alison was not promiscuous, but she had enjoyed sex with several boyfriends over the last few years. She was not shy about experimentation. She and her fiancé Hank had swapped partners with another couple one drunken night.

Alison waited a while in thought, and then slipped noiselessly around the outside of the house. She stopped under the second floor window of the spare room. Sure enough, there were the unmistakable sounds of love making coming from the room.

She quietly entered the back door. She removed her shoes and stood at the bottom of the stairs listening. She hesitated before cautiously climbing the stairs. She was overcome with curiosity. Her nipples were cramping and her pussy felt damp and slippery.

The door to the spare bedroom was wide open. Alison had to take a peek, she had always been tempted to do so on those earlier occasions. She had often imagined being naked with her uncle and was overcome with this need to watch him.

The soft grunts were from her Uncle, the whispered "Bob, Bob, Bob," were from her mother. She could hear the sound of a cock swishing in and out of a wet pussy. She eased up to the door. She stood quietly as the lower half of the two bodies came into her view.

They were sideways to her, her mother on her hands and knees on the bed and her Uncle crunched over top of her humping her like a dog. Alison took in her breath as she saw his long thick cock diving in and out of her Mother's pussy. It was curved upwards like a banana as it swooped in and out, his belly slapping against her ass cheeks with each stroke.

Alison's slipped her fingers up her dress and into her panties and played in her pussy. She moved ahead, needing to see more. Uncle Bob's hands were around beneath her mother crunching her tits as he pulled her up against his body. Her mother's eyes were closed and the pitch of her voice increased as she was obviously about to cum. Her butt cheeks began to clench and release involuntarily.

Uncle Bob was good; he could sense his sister coming and quickened his pace to join her. His body jerked with each desperate stroke. "Just for you Maggie, here it is," as Maggie collapsed, her arms giving out as she flattened on the bed. 

Alison pulled herself away from the door, not wanting to be caught watching them. She eased herself down the stairs and back out around the house. She opened and closed her car door with a bang. She gave them fair warning by noisily re-entering the house. 

She went to the kitchen as if fussing with something or other, made a cup of tea until her mother appeared, her eyes wild but trying to ask casually, "Hi Allie, home early today? Guess who is here? Your Uncle Bob came a few days early for the wedding."

"I thought that was his car," said Alison, "how is he? Is he in good spirits?"

"Oh yes, he is excited about your wedding," her mother answered.

Alison did not linger to chat, she had to get to her room and make friends with her vibrator. She was starting to come when she heard her Uncle enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. The thought that he was naked and so close put her over the edge as her legs squeezed together trapping her little helper inside her pussy. 

There were a few friends and relatives at the ceremony practice that night. As they piled into cars to return to their homes, Uncle Bob took Alison by the arm and directed her to his car. "Ride home with me," he smiled. 

Alison's heart was pounding with excitement. She had thought of little else since watching him pound her mother. The sight of that big cock slicing in and out of her mother's pussy could not be driven from her mind. She could only think of what it would feel like to have him mount her the same way. 

Her body trembled at the memory of the frantic orgasm she had enjoyed with her vibrator that afternoon. Even the soft tender kiss with which she had said goodnight to her fiancé Hank had not cooled her lust.

Bob smiled to himself as he looked at his niece sitting beside him. He was an excellent reader of women's minds and could sense when the sex bug was worming its way through their minds and bodies. He reached over to her with one hand and stroked the inside of her knee.

"You watched me and your mother this afternoon, didn't you. I saw you Alison, I could see your reflection in the full length mirror as you peered through the door at us," he said smoothly.

"Oh God Uncle Bob, I did not mean to watch, but I could not stop, forgive me," she whispered.

"No need to forgive Alison, I was very aroused, I very much enjoyed performing for you. No worry, I did not tell your mother, I am not sure how she would feel knowing that you knew what we were up to. She and I have been fucking for years. It is all about sex, and has nothing to do with love or a need to be a couple. We are happy with our own lives. We just enjoy each other on occasion."

Alison's heart was pounding. She had no idea why he had mentioned it. But her nipples were pinching and her pussy was clenched tight. She could not look at her Uncle as he talked easily about such a taboo subject. 

Would he make a pass at her now? How would she react? The memory of that big cock of his returned and she suddenly realized that it was within arm's reach of her, and probably getting hard. He had to be thinking of fucking her.

Bob smiled inwardly as events were developing just as he had hoped. He could sense the confusion of his niece, and recognized the alternating issues of desire and despair with which she was dealing. He knew that he could take her any time he wanted, but he would do just enough this time to set up a more relaxed encounter on a later occasion.

His hand slid easily up inside of her legs. Despite herself Alison automatically spread for him, even lifting the hem of her skirt. God she wanted to feel his hands on her, and closed her eyes as the edge of his hand rubbed her pussy through her panties.

Bob pulled off the road and into a picnic park; the lot was empty this late in the evening. He said, "Take your panties off Alison, and unhook your bra."

"Oh God Uncle Bob, what are we going to do?" she mumbled as she rushed to carry out his wish. She could not believe what she was doing, or what she was going to let happen. She willingly followed his orders and pulled her panties off and unhooked her bra.

Bob pulled her to him, turning her with her back on his chest and her legs spread out away from him. It was cramped, but there was enough room to accomplish what he set out to do. "Pull your skirt up to your hips Alison and unbutton your blouse. I have been wanting to see you naked for some time." 

He had watched her become a woman. He had gazed at her long legs and tight round ass. He had looked on hungrily as her tits filled her bra, how they hung just a little, how the nipples poked out through the cloth when she noticed him looking at them. She was ripe for fucking.

He expertly fondled her tits, rolling the nipples in his fingers and telling her how much he wanted to suck them. He massaged the inside of her thighs before rubbing her mound with his fingertips. 

Alison lifted one knee up to spread and expose her slickening pussy. She gasped as his fingers squeezed and rubbed her pussy lips together. She arched upwards as one finger slid easily into her hot cunt. Another finger joined the first as he explored her depths, and she opened wider for more. 

"Uncle Bob, you will make me cum," she moaned.

"Exactly what I want Alison. No time to fuck tonight. I am saving that for a night alone with you. I did the same for your mother. I fucked her the night before she married your Dad. She wanted it as much as I did. I want to do the same to you. So just relax and let go, come on my fingers."

The words did not sink in to Alison's mind at that time, she just let herself get off, her hips thrusting upwards as his relentless fingers plundered her cunt. She went rigid for a few minutes and then settled back. She could feel his hard cock on her back. He was rubbing it on her. Did he want her to touch it? Maybe get him off?

She sat up and straightened her clothes. She looked over at him, still slumped back against the door of his car. He was rubbing his cock through his pants, a bemused smile on his face. She knew what he wanted and she wanted desperately to hold it. She felt quite bold knowing that he desired her. Remorse could come later; it was time to realize a dream.

She turned to her knees and ran her fingers along the outline of his cock. He took her hand and pressed it hard against him. "You want that cock don't you Alison. You want to feel it in you don't you. You will have it all in a few days. In my bed, when everyone else is sleeping. We will be naked together. I will prepare you like you have never been prepared before. And then together, we will work my big cock into you and enjoy the ultimate. Take it out now and make me happy."

She focused totally on his cock. She fumbled a bit getting it out, finally pushing his cock to one side so that she could lower the zipper. It bulged inside white jockey shorts, the knob peeking out at her from under the band. She rubbed its length with the palm of her hand. He raised his hips as she pushed the shorts down to spring his cock loose.

"Oh goodness," she whispered, "This will be a challenge. I am not sure that I could take it Uncle Bob." Her hand closed around the hot velvet skin covering the steel shaft. She felt it throb in her hand as she started to stroke it.

"You can take it Alison, I have made it into every pussy that I have tried, and yours will be no different. Think of it Allie, that knob parting your lips, working its way up your pussy. Bet you can feel it now."

Bob clenched his teeth in an agony of pleasure as his niece began to stroke his cock. "Ah you are good at it Alison, you know the right way to stroke a cock. Keep it up and you will soon have me. Better get a Kleenex, there will be a mess in a minute or so. Ah God."

Alison was in control of matters. She smiled up at his grimacing face as she stroked, "No need for a Kleenex Uncle Bob." She bent down and closed her lips around the big knob and continued to stroke until he blew his load in her mouth. She kept it in her mouth until it began to soften, and even then continued to suck and lick it clean. Her Uncle Bob's legs shook and trembled.

"Ah God Alison, not sure if I can wait, I have the urge to fuck you right now. That was beautiful, you surprised me."

Alison was more certain of herself now, "Wait until we meet again. I will show you what a full blow job is like."

The ensuing week passed quickly. They acted discreetly when others were near, but they touched at every opportunity. She would rub a tit on his arm; brush his cock with her hand and always with an inviting smile. He would slide his hands down her ass, crunch her cheeks and occasionally grab hold of her by the pussy. The need was building.

There were several family members at the house the night before the wedding. It was all drinking and laughing and reminiscing about days gone by. Everyone was tired however, and the party broke up at about midnight. Uncle Bob and Alison were on fire the entire night and found it very difficult not to indulge themselves in each other. 

Alison waited for an hour after it appeared that everyone was sleeping. She stripped in front of her mirror and felt herself, lifting her tits in her hands, rubbing her mound and feeling her pussy. She sprayed a musky scent on her bush. 

There were no thoughts of Hank or of her wedding the following day. She had fucked him many times already. This was her night to take on a family hero. She pulled on a sheer negligee', one that she planned to wear for her wedding night. She felt no remorse, this was different from her feelings for Hank, this was pure sex and she wanted the experience.

Uncle Bob was lying on his bed in the dark as she entered the room and quietly locked the door. He switched on the table lamp as she approached. He lifted the sheet in invitation. She trembled at the thought of what would be happening very soon.

She took in her breath as she stopped beside the bed, fumbling to remove the negligee'. His cock was sticking straight up from his dark bush, his balls splayed out between his partly spread legs. She slowly opened and discarded her negligee'.

"You are beautiful Alison," he whispered. "Let me taste you before we get started, climb up over me."

Alison's cared not about anything else in the world at that point. As she climbed over top of her uncle, her knees each side of his hips, he pulled her down and fastened his lips on the first nipple. His fingers crawled behind her and between her ass cheeks, seeking her pussy lips. He sucked one and then the other nipple as he fingered her pussy, turning it into a quivering wet mass. He slipped his arms between her legs, clasped her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy up over his face.

Alison was trembling as she felt his hot breath between her legs and jolted at the first flick of his tongue.

Uncle Bob loved the taste of a hot fresh pussy. He could make out the tip of her clit pointing out from between her lips. He licked slowly, from the back of her cunt to the clit, teased it with his tongue tip, and then repeated it. 

He held her ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her down. Alison leaned ahead bracing herself against the wall. The only sounds were that of her slow groans of pleasure and the sound of her uncle's tongue lapping at her pussy. He captured the clit between his lips and sucked gently, flicking his tongue around it. Alison almost came and leaned desperately against the wall to hold herself upright. 

He pulled himself out from between her legs as she slid her body down his, her wet pussy rubbing his belly until it sought his big hard cock. He paused to let her reach back to find his cock and move it between her legs. 

"Oh my goodness," she moaned, "Let me rub it in my slit first, let me take it myself, let me work it in before you start fucking me."

"Take your time Allie, just keep quiet and we will have all night together. Hmm, feels good, hot pussy lips licking my knob, beautiful titties rubbing my chest, hot soft cheeks filling my hands. Ah that's it, feed it in, fuck it a bit first, now lower, and take more. Ah what a beautiful cunt you have, just made for a cock like mine. A little deeper baby, take more now, your pussy is ready for more now. Lift up a bit, let me fuck it. Ah god yes, I knew it, I knew it."

Alison paused, lifting her ass up enough to give him room to maneuver; she pushed herself up on her extended arms as he began to drive his cock up into her. His thighs slapped against her ass with each thrust; 'whap','whap', 'whap'. She started coming at his relentless stroking.

Uncle Bob felt a warm discharge seeping out around his pounding cock. Alison suddenly collapsed down on him, splayed out like she had been shot, arms and legs spread wide to each side of her.

He quickly rolled her to her back while she was still semi-conscious and jerking from coming, pulled her up against his chest in a fetal position, her knees pressed up against his shoulders. He came with a convulsive series of jerks, crushing her knees against his chest and shoulders. 

He released her, and her arms and legs fell back each side of her body. He rose up to his knees between her legs. She peered downward, looking at his cock still buried inside of her. Her pussy lips squeezed his cock, slowly forcing it out. 

"Leave it in me as long as you can," she groaned. Her uncle lay down on top of her and with some stiffness still present, slow fucked her for as long as it could penetrate.


Uncle Bob and His Niece



I am a fifty-three year old, successful, healthy male. My home is adjacent to the water in the San Francisco delta. My life was quiet, almost boring, until last month when, Tickles, my nineteen year-old niece called, telling me she was coming to spend a month with me. This was a surprise. She had always been my favorite. We were really close until she became a teenager and her parents moved away. She still came out a couple of times a year to visit and we still talked on the phone for an hour or two every month but I had not seen her since, Alice died two years ago. At sixteen, Tickles was modeling, boy crazy, bright eyed, had a million dreams and always dressed to attract attention.

Her call concerned me. She did not sound like the self-assured, Goth, vegetarian, handful who always tells me everything. For some unknown reason this whirlwind has always been so open with me, I have often had to hide my shock. I'm the only person in the world who knows her insecurities and that she is still a virgin. My quiet life was definitely going to end for a while.

Five nights ago, off the plane came an unkempt, 5'6", curvy, brunette, baggy gray sweat suit clad, sulking young woman. She was trying hard to look plain. She looked dirty. That was nothing new. Getting her to bathe had always been a problem. She lit up when she saw me; skipped and jumped into my arms. My 170 pounds reeled at the impact of her 130. I guess she thought she was little again. I survived and gathered her luggage. We started our hour drive. She talked nervously and incessantly about everything unimportant. I figured she would wind down.

When we got home, she announced, "I'm going to use the boat for my bedroom while I'm here." The boat is a 30' cabin cruiser moored to the deck on the back of my house. 

"It yours while you are here". She had made a good choice. It was hot. The upstairs guest rooms would not be comfortable. I knew she was roasting in that sweat suit. 

She went aboard to settle in. Fifteen minutes later she came in dressed in baggy shorts and baggy t-shirt. Nothing was underneath either piece of clothing. Her legs needed a shave. She seemed to be challenging me to criticize her. Instead, I got us soft drinks and we flopped down on the couch.

"Why have you chosen to spend a month of your precious time before college with an old fart like me? Don't try and con me." That threw her. I knew she had a bullshit filled speech all planned. 

"Uncle Bob, I needed to get away and relax a while. I always feel happy and wanted here. But let's not talk about serious things for a few days." She always got her way with me. So, we just hugged. I saw a few tears run down her cheeks.

She was tired. The three-hour time difference was catching up with her. We had a quiet evening at home and foraged sandwiches and snacks for dinner. Not vegan approved but there were no complaints. 

That evening, Tickles, lay down on the floor in front of me to watch TV. She didn't fit in that space anymore. When she moved around, she would bump my feet. Every part of her body showed at one time or the other. I looked and admired. She made sure I was watching. About ten, we stood, she gave me a long hug with a quiet slow sigh. We went our separate ways to bed.

For the next couple of days, we ran around having fun, buying all her favorite foods, putting some in the boat. We got her set up for her stay. My old Camery came out of storage for her to drive. I set up a laptop, complete with cable connection and printer, in the boat. Strangely, she had no money. We got her some and a credit card with a very firm limit. Tickles used to wear only designer clothes. She still had not bathed. We went to the moorage's swimming pool for a while. That helped.

That third evening was hot. We dressed coolly – shorts and top. Her outfit was the same thing she had worn for three nights now. She sat on one end of the couch. I sat on the other. Tickles put her bare feet in my lap and I massaged them. The legs of her shorts gaped. I looked often. She smiled at me when I looked. Several times, staring directly at her, I would move a leg for a better view. 

"Tickles, you know I'm enjoying looking at your body, but why are you encouraging me?" 

She started to answer, but said, "Let's talk some other time." 

She turned around and laid her head in my lap. I wasn't quick enough to stop her. She knew exactly where she wanted her cheek and ear, directly on top of my hard cock. She would move a little and "old faithful" would twitch. I could hear her quiet giggle each time. After the 11 p.m. news, we had another standing long hug, this time she slipped her hands under my T-shirt and gave me a little grind with her hips. Then off to our separate beds again. No one else would ever believe that she would tease like this.

About 1 a.m., sleep was avoiding me, so I quietly went out on the back deck to sit and think. Soon Tickles came out and sat next to me. She had been a busy girl. She smelled like pussy. I was going insane. Maybe I could at least bribe her into bathing. 

"I would like to take you to the Cirque du Souile tomorrow afternoon and then out to dinner. I'll wear slacks and shirt. Can you get something as pretty as you together and get all bathed and polished to have a date with an old man?" 

Without missing a beat, she one-upped me, "I can find something to wear but you might have to help me with the bathing." 

A very heart felt groan preceded my plea, "Please, please quit your teasing." She looked hurt and surprised and started to leave. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto my lap. 

She was crying and said, "I thought you liked the teasing." 

Time for me to come clean, "I absolutely love it. I love it way too much. You are a beautiful, young, healthy woman. Your body is turning me on to no end and I want you. I want to touch you all over, kiss you all over and feel your body wiggle under my touch. If you keep teasing me, I'm worried that I'll just reach out and take you. That scares the hell out of me." 

Tickles looked totally relieved, let out a long sigh and started to talk. "I know you love me and would never hurt me. You are the only one who always loves me - even when I didn't want to be a model, when I quit my jobs, when I quit the school band, when I get drunk, when I get angry. You would still love me if I got a tattoo, didn't go to college or didn't know how to give a blowjob." 

Lots of information just bubbled out. 

She shyly looked at me as asked, "Would you still love me, if I didn't bathe?" She knew the answer. 

"Yes, I would love you, but I could sit closer to you at the restaurant, if you did." Finally, a real smile. She sat on my lap and gave me a big hug.

"Tickles, you are putting way too much pressure on yourself. You are very young, wonderful and special. You do not have to have all the answers right now. You can take years to decide. We'll figure it all out and have a lot of fun doing it. You can stay as long as you want. You can even invite one of your girlfriends to come stay with you for a while. I'll pay for her trip. Now perk up." 

She really lit up, "Really?" 

"Yes, Really." I tickled her ribs. She squirmed in my lap and kissed me on the lips. My cock hardened under the pressure of her butt. I needed another kiss. She had had some practice. Around the fourth kiss our tongues were busy and my fingers were rolling her nipples. I was rock hard. Tickles was as worked up as I and was enjoying my dick in the crack of her ass. 

I whispered in her ear, "This is wonderful but it would be so much better if you did not have those shorts on." 

Without a word, she stood halfway up, removed her shorts, straddled my left thigh, lowered her naked, wet pussy onto my leg and began to rock. Her hands moved to the sides of my neck for balance. Her eyes closed, her head rolled back, her breast jutted forward. She moaned. I raised her shirt and closed my lips around a salty right nipple and sucked. She was really getting my leg wet but seemed to be slowing down. I bit lightly. She woke the neighbors with a scream and humped hard and roughly into me. 

In a minute or two, she relaxed, the night wind blew and she shivered. She nuzzled into my neck. My dick really hurt, so I reached between us and tried to move my folded cock into a more comfortable position.

She said, "I would like to help you with that. But, you have to tell me what to do."

I hated my reply, "Right now, I want that more than anything. But we need to talk things through when my brain works again and my dick isn't hard." 

Tickles seemed to accept that. "I'll bathe every time you ask me to." 

If I didn't quit now, all the good intentions in the world would not keep me from fucking her virgin pussy. I pushed her off my leg and picked up her shorts, still trying to arrange myself. She smiled at me, as if, she were the most experienced, knowing woman in the world and then, still naked from the waist down, headed for the boat. 

I walked back into the house not closing the sliding door, hell bent for some kind of release. I raised her shorts to my face, inhaling deeply. Ahhh – dirty, hot, wet pussy. My head swam. I pushed my own shorts and underwear down. Grabbed my dick and began jacking off onto her shorts. Tickles was watching through the open door. Too far gone to stop, I turned toward her and kept working until her shorts were soaked with my cum. 

Dizzy, short of breath, I stepped out of the tangle around my ankles and walked out onto the deck - my softening dick was pointing the way, - squeezed out the last few drops of cum onto her shorts and handed them to her. The little vixen was proud of herself. She reached out, lightly rubbed my cock and then took her shorts. We went to our separate beds to try for sleep again.

The morning was busy for me - bills, mail, bank account balancing - all the fun stuff. My visiting sack rat rolled out about eleven again, looking for a non-caffeinated energy drink. She looked like Popeye, one eye open. She was stinky. Still, I wanted her. She could tell, even with one eye. 

About noon, it was time to set the schedule, "We have to leave about 2 p.m. for the 4 p.m. matinee." She looked up at me. I had a blue clothespin on my nose. She hit me really hard in the arm. It stopped hurting by the time the show started. 

The show was great. She had cleaned up really nicely, looking good and smelling good. I could not stop wondering about how she would taste. Once a crude teenage boy, always a crude teenage boy. 

Tickles was surprised that the Italian restaurant already had a full vegetarian meal planned for her. They doted on her. She felt special. The modeling had helped. She looked fantastic and older than eighteen. Her giggle gave her away a couple of times. When I tipped the parking attendant he winked at me. She caught it.

"He thinks you are my sugar daddy."

"Yes, and it makes me feel ten feet tall." Her whole body wiggled.

She surprised me again when we got home. She handed me a note, kissed me lightly and went off to bed. I opened the note:

Dear Uncle Bob,

I miss Aunt Alice. You have always been my strength and support but she was my big sister. I talked to her even more than I talked to you. This last year has been shit. Things have not worked out for me. Mom and Dad are always on my back, telling me how horrible I am. They think I'm a bad girl. I've told them otherwise. They don't believe me, like you do.

I feel lost and alone. I know you will l be disappointed but I don't want to go to college.

This year, I even decided not to be a virgin any more. That did not work out either - two different times. The only person, who makes me feel good and safe, is you. I want you to have my virginity. I want you to teach me to be a good lover. Aunt Alice said you were the best.

Love, 

Tickles

That note hit me like a ton of bricks. I bawled like a baby. I missed Alice. She had been my world, my best friend and was my sexual equal for 30 years. She suffered so before she died that her death was a release. I had not cried for her until now. 

At six in the morning I awoke and panicked when I remembered Tickles. Then it was like Alice was there, "Be honest, go slow, she is half of this decision." A nervous calm came over me.

Tickles was slow getting up again. I knocked on her widow about ten a.m. and asked if she wanted to go to the hardware store and then get lunch.

"Why would I want to go there?" 

It was like answering Alice, "To select the rope I'm going to tie you up with." 

Tickles dressed and smiled all the way to ACE. I got nails and paint, then, together, we selected a length of soft rope. Standing in the isle, I tied an overhand knot on her right wrist and pulled on the rope, "Would that be comfortable for you?" She just let our eyes enjoy contact while our minds wandered around dominate/submissive fantasies. I felt alive; I was teasing again.

After a salad lunch, we stopped by the bottle shop for a bottle of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum. I handed Pickles the bag, "Your brand, I believe." 

She pretended to shocked, "But mister I am only nineteen!" 

Twirling my imaginary mustache and in my best Simon Lagree voice, "Yes little girl, but I have grown up things planned for you after dark." She sparkled, but looked afraid. 

"Mostly talking tonight Tickles. You have to promise that you will not take advantage of me, like you did last night." She smirked and nodded. The pressure and fear were gone.

Just after dark, we met on the porch. I already had the table set. I'm sure she had watched me getting everything ready. The night breeze was cool. She had on a loosely tied long white terry cloth bathrobe from the boat. Her legs and feet were bare. The robe showed glimpses of her body as she moved. She knew how to tease me. Maybe she did talk to Alice. I wanted to give her some good first time memories. I might have to occasionally run to the bathroom and jack off, but if she decided to continue, the next few days would be for her.

She was looking away from me, when I brought her drink, knelt down and slid my drink-cooled hand up her calf, past her knee and stopped on the inside of her thigh just short of her pussy. She gasped and looked at me but did not close her legs. I handed her the drink, pulled my hand away and sat down at the table next to her.

After a drink and a half, I asked, "Why did it not work to loose your virginity?" 

She tensed, then relaxed, "The first guy was nervous, all hands. I felt like I was being mauled. It wasn't beautiful like I wanted. When I said, "Stop," he got mad and took me home from the party. He called me a tease and a bad kisser. As soon as I went inside, Mom started on me. I was already crying, I didn't need her shit." 

Tickles took a deep breath and a long drink of her rum and coke, "The second time, I picked a college guy with a reputation for being good in the sack. We never got out of his car. He was handsome; his body felt good; his kisses made me hot; I really wanted him. He wanted a blowjob and pulled out his dick. When I did not know what to do, he pushed me away saying I was a dumb highschooler and he did not have time to baby sit. He drove crazy all the way back to my house. Mom didn't see me get out of his car. It was only eight o'clock. I was supposed to be at my girlfriend's. I just told Mom that my friend was having cramps." Tickles had tears in her eyes. 

I put her third drink on the table, "Last one for tonight." It was 10:30. I walked behind her, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes with my fingers. Kissing her closed mouth softly was fun; trailing my lips down her neck and shoulders was more fun. In between kisses, I talked slow and quietly.

"No one is good at sex when they begin. Everyone is afraid. But if your partner cares about you he will want to be good for you. Every time is different. Every time is good. But every time does not always work out. If I kiss you in a way you do not like, just guide me to what you do like. If you like what is happening, tell me with your words and your body. If we do something you don't want to do again, tell me over breakfast."

Still standing behind her, my hand slipped down the front of her robe and closed gently over her naked right breast. Her head rolled slightly and a very quiet moan slipped from between her lips. Leaning close to her ear, I whispered, "Teach me how to touch your breasts."

She put her hand over mine and began to show me. When she removed her hand from mine, my other hand also slipped into her robe to show her other breast that her student had paid attention. I rolled her nipples between each thumb and forefinger and pulled gently. 

Barely audible, "Please kiss them."

I moved around and knelt between her legs, opened her robe and worshiped both her breasts – kissing, sucking, licking. Her breath became labored. 

I moved up and kissed her lips, still holding each breast. "Are you still sure?" 

She hissed, "Yesss." 

"I won't let you give me your greatest gift tonight, but I am going to kiss your body." 

She had no words for me this time, just a glazed look. Hand in hand we went inside and she stood facing me with her back to my king sized bed.

"Show me you want to give me your body. Be naked for me." Her eyes were only slits, her lips were slightly parted and she made no move to make it happen but her robe dropped to the floor. I took my shirt off and gently laid her back in the center of the bed. 

Her arms were out to her sides and her legs were slightly open. My eyes traveled to where her legs met. Her skin was flawless and her virgin pussy was covered in soft, inch long black hair. The picture was breathtaking. I pushed her feet together, closing her legs, and began to kiss her feet and suck her toes, constantly telling myself, "Slowly, slowly, you are the experienced one." Every cell in me was crying for me to take her now. Slowly, my hands ran up the outside of her legs and my lips kissed upward. I kissed and tasted her belly to the bottom of her breasts. I shifted, kneeling on her right side and began to kiss her lips while my hands enjoyed her silky skin and hard little erasers. 

Tickles had been limp and quiet. She was just taking the kisses and touches. She did not know that her body was teaching me, making low moans and soft movements to urge me on. On to lick, kiss and suck each nipple, until her arms closed around my head. My right hand started to rub down her stomach and her legs opened wider even before I passed her beautiful belly button. My palm lightly rubbed the inside of her thighs, my fingers traced across her puffy little mound. She was swollen, wet and pink. My fingertips pressed lightly, making gentle tiny circles at the top of her pussy. Her shiny clit no longer wanted protection from its fold and was peaking out, wanting to play. Tickles' body knew it wanted something it had never had. I moved, kneeling between her legs and replaced my finger with my mouth and tongue. 

My senses were being over whelmed as I kissed and sucked around her pussy. Her hands guided my head putting my mouth where she wanted it. Her knees move higher and opened wider. Her pussy opened for my tongue and lips. After a few licks, my lips closed on her virgin button. She had never been given an orgasm by a man, but her first was starting. My hands slipped under her and pressed her to my mouth. For a moment, I wondered if my lips and tongue were going to be enough. The answer came when she started to fuck my face roughly. She did not make any sound but her body tensed and arched. I thought she had frozen in position. Her stomach, back, arms and pussy muscles began to tremble. For more than a minute, she held her arch as her body continued to tremble. Then she collapsed. 

Climbing up to lay beside her, I wondered if she had had one long orgasm or several shorter ones. As soon as she woke up, I was going to ask.




Uncle Bob and His Niece Ch. 02



Just when I was getting used to having sex again, I had to go and mess things up. Tickles, my no longer virgin, insatiable niece took me up on my offer to invite her best friend, Chloe, for an extended stay here in sunny California. 

There are some benefits. Tickles is even more happy, bubbly and full of life. Together, they talk and giggle like girls much younger than their matching nineteens. A few times they have talked all night and slept all day. At first I thought they just had so much gossip to catch up on; but no, that wasn't it; they always have an endless number of things to tell each other. 

The benefit for me is that Chloe is definitely fun to look at. Her body is very different from that of the Rubenest, Tickles. She has long straight blonde hair, is tall and thin, and has a few freckles on her nose and body. She is breathtaking in a bikini. I would love to see her without that damned top. I can't seem to keep my eyes off her perky little B-sized breasts and her, always, hard nipples. Just like Tickles, she seems to like me to look at her. She always smiles at me when she catches me admiring her body.

A couple of weeks ago, before Chloe arrived, Tickles told me a little about her friend. It was late, we only had a few candles flickering for light and we were finishing a picnic on the living room floor.

"Who is this friend of yours that is going to come out and stay with us?"

"Her name is Chloe. That's her in the picture with me on the table. The guys flock around her but she has never dated any one guy more than a few of times."

"Why is that? Does she like girls, or what?"

"She talks about guys and sex a lot. Her parents are very religious and she is afraid of disappointing them. I know she is not on the pill. Her parents are totally sure she will abstain until marriage. They don't know she is not a virgin."

"Well maybe she'll be naughty enough to tell me all about her first time and I'll write a story about it."

"You could write about our first time."

"Already did. The story is hot. Males have been jacking off thinking about you for weeks now."

"I like that. Well how about our thirtieth time?"

Tickles reached down, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her beautiful breasts loved to be free. I never took my eyes off them as she crawled slowly to me. She pushed me onto my back, opened my belt, pulled my shorts off and flung them into the darkness. I had started going "commando" since she gave me her cherry. When she was ready, she wanted no delays.

Her shorts flew into the darkness as she straddled me. Tickles was good at this now. She rubbed my precum around the head of my already hard dick and slowly guided the head between the lips of her wet pussy. She paused with her eyes closed and her head back, feeling my shaft pulse just inside her. Painfully slow she slipped down until she was as full as I could make her. She was into slowly torturing herself tonight. 

I laid still. I wanted to watch her face all the way through her torture. She laid her palms over my breasts and closed her fingers, gripping my nipples with her nails. Her hips were slowly rocking into me. I could feel her tight sheath sliding over me. We were both in control for now.

Tickles' mouth was open; her tongue came out to moisten her lips. I reached up with both of my hands. The middle finger of my left hand pushed into her mouth; she moaned as she sucked. My right hand rubbed her left breast and toyed pulling its nipple. Her hips moved with more force and I felt her shift so her clit would be abused along my shaft. Every few strokes she would stop her thrust and grind her button into the hard bone at the base of my straining cock. She was starting to sweat. Maintaining such a slow pace was taxing on her. I could feel her fist tighten on my nipples as she struggled not to race to her orgasm.

He body was still learning to move so I would touch her inside, just exactly like she wanted. Sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. When she next ground her clit into the base of my cock she started a soft growl. My fingers firmly squeezed her nipple and her noise deepened and grew louder.

She was fucking me strongly now, mostly in control. Her movements were steady but her breathing was ragged and a little trickle of saliva was escaping from the edge of her mouth. The friction she was maintaining was intense. Her strokes were becoming and more urgent. Her body was slapping into me now.

"Oh, Fucking you is good. I'm going to pull the cum out of you, then lick you clean. You would love to fuck Chloe, wouldn't you? I hope she turns you on so much you'll have to throw me down and fuck me ten times a day. OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."

I watched my niece. Her face twisted as she struggled to cum. Her entire body was damp, her skin was cool to the touch but her body was heating up the entire room.

Every muscle in her body was tense. The tendons in her neck stood out. She was making sounds every time she exhaled. Her clinched fists were delightfully hurting my nipples.

I watched the trickle of saliva drop to my chest when a loud, "OH, FUCK, YEA" came from her and she slammed into my pubic bone over and over until she collapsed onto me.

I had gotten close but had not cum. My dick was twitching inside her but I did not move. She needed to relax, come down a little and breathe again. When she was quiet, I reached for her hips and began to move her, using her now relaxed cunt to masturbate me. Tickles made a sound of complaint and pulled her hips back from me. Her pussy was too sensitive, but she knew her duty.

Tickles lifted off me and knelt between my legs. My cock, belly and balls were soaking with her juices as she bent and kissed the tiny lips on the head. She didn't really open her mouth just lowered her head and pushed me into her mouth. She didn't gag as she pushed me past her tongue. The feeling was intense and exquisite as she slipped me all the way into her throat until her lips closed around the base of my dick. I stopped breathing just to feel my cock throb and be encased in her this new way.

Three more times Tickles rose then tried to swallow my entire body. I imagined my dick reaching directly into her stomach and cuming there to feed her.

"God, don't stop. I really need to cum now."

She had one more new thrill for me. I wasn't quite there yet. She held me tight and forced herself to swallow with my dick down her throat. The ripples down my shaft were too much. I started cuming. She must have needed to breathe but she wanted to give me pleasure more. Again she swallowed with me buried deep. I was empty but my entire body pumped, trying to give her more.

Tickles pulled her head slowly up. The head of my dick was super sensitive and the slide out of her throat was a magnificent torture. As my cock cleared her lips, she licked and my body involuntarily curled but was unable to get away. I winced and winced as she cleaned me and then tried to suck my painfully tight balls. Finally, I could take no more. I lay down, reached for her, pulled her onto me and kissed her wet face and cum tasting lips to say 'Thank You' a million times.

With Tickles' head on my chest, I may have slept for a few minutes, I don't know. But when I could, I stroked her hair and talked, "That was the most intense feeling I have ever had. How did you learn to do that?"

"I read about it on the Internet and thought you might like it. I practiced with a zucchini for a week."

"You are wonderful. Your mouth and throat are wonderful. Your cunt is wonderful. Your body is wonderful. Thank you my great young lover."

She snuggled into me. Sometime during the night we must have gone to bed, because we woke up there.

Several weeks passed. At first, Chloe was shocked at how freely Tickles and I talked and kidded about sex. Somewhere along the way, Tickles told her that she had given me her cherry and now wanted sex all the time. We were very comfortable with each other and becoming close. Chloe was slowly opening up and hinting that she needed to talk about something horribly serious with a more experienced, non-judging person.

One very cool, cloudy afternoon, Tickles had disappeared. I thought Chloe had gone with her so I grabbed my note pad, donned my swimsuit, grabbed some wine and headed for the hot tub. When I got close to the kitchen I was surprised to see Chloe.

"Thought you were out shopping with Tickles."

"No she went alone."

She sounded so sad and distant. "What is wrong, Chloe? You know you can talk to me about anything. What ever it is, we can work it out."

"Tickles said I should talk with you, that is why she left today. I'm not sure I can. That's why I've been hiding in my room."

"Tell you what, Sexy. You go get into your swimsuit and meet me at the hot tub. If you want to talk about anything in particular, fine. Otherwise, we'll sit in the water, watch the clouds go by and be silly."

I got another glass and changed the wine to champagne. Chloe would not drink what I had picked first. While I settled into the tub, I wondered if she would come out.

I was well into making notes when Chloe joined me and settled her tasty looking body into the tub. After some small talk and two glasses of champagne, she put out a few feelers.

"Bob, do you ever feel that you are different than everybody else."

"Everybody is different. That's what is so exciting about people. Traditional Chinese people think and look different than us. We're more uptight than the Danes. But, I don't know what you are asking me."

"Tickles told me your Internet name and I've read some of your stories. I thought you might feel that you are different from other people. So much of what you write would be banned from my parents' house."

"Now I understand. Chloe, nothing you think, read or fantasize is wrong. Each person can choose to put limits or not put limits on all parts of their lives. What is right for me, might be unthinkable for your mom and dad. They are not right or wrong. Neither am I, unless I try to impose on or hurt someone else."

"Are your characters like real people or just far out fiction?"

"I write fiction, but if you are asking me about what my characters do, everything is real. The stories are based on things I've done, seen, been told about or even things that I decided were not right for me. For example, I know wonderful gay people and I've written gay stories but gay experiences are not right for me. Is that sort of what you are asking me?"

"Sort of."

"Come on, Chloe. I'm not going to judge you. You are my beautiful sexy young friend. If you are an axe murderer, I'll put locks on my door but you'll still be my friend."

She laughed a little, poured us more champagne. "When I'm on a date I don't seem to get into it like other girls do. When they describe a night with a guy, they describe being so turned on they can't breathe. That doesn't happen to me."

"Forget all that. Will you play a naughty game with me?"

She looked really apprehensive but nodded, "Yes."

"When you read my stories or have fantasies of your own, do you ever get turned on?"

"Sometimes."

"Chloe, you are going to have to be open with me, if you want me to understand and answer your questions. Do you fantasize and make yourself cum? I think you do. I want to know what turns you on."

It was very apparent that she had never risked sharing these personal thoughts with anyone. "I always imagine I am powerful and my lovers have to do what I say to please me. Sometimes I have to correct them. I get excited when I think about spanking them or forcing them to do what I say. I know something is horribly wrong with me. I need help. I don't want to be kissed and rubbed and then make it in the back of a car. I know I should, but I don't."

"Slow down Chloe. There are millions of people who are into Bondage and Discipline. But you know that. Why do you think it's wrong?"

"All the people who play that way in you stories, like other things too."

"Well in the real world some do and some need a real hard core experience to really get off. Some people who spend years having good sex with their partner, eventually experiment with B & D, like it and make it part of their lives. Some start with B & D. They may or may not add other sex acts into their lives. Again no right and no wrong. You just have to find the matching partner through organizations, publications, friends and the Internet."

"I could never do that."

"You're talking to me. Come with me. I'm turning into a prune in the tub."

We climbed from the tub, dried and went into the house. I know you have a dry bikini. Go put it on and come to my office."

By the time she returned, I had this no windowed room almost dark. I had also changed into dry trunks and was sitting in armless chair. "Sit in the desk chair facing me, relax and close your eyes. Now, tell me your favorite fantasy."

She struggled for about ten minutes getting started. I would try to help her by adding things that I knew were wrong and she would have to say, "No, No, that's not what I'm thinking" and straighten me out. Chloe was getting into her story telling how she slapped a man.

"Do it Chloe."

I saw her eyes open and focus on me. "Do it Chloe. Slap me."

I felt a very tentative pat. I returned her pat with a solid slap across her face. "I said, 'Do it Chloe.'"

Her eyes flashed in anger and she slapped me hard. She continued her story but now it had some fire in it. When she said she tied his hands behind the chair, I handed her two pair of Velcro cuffs. Her eyes were sparkling now. She cuffed my hands behind me and then used the other cuffs on my ankles. She sat back down breathing harder. She did not close her eyes. She was looking at her captive.

She told of straddling, pulling his head back with his hair, biting his neck and forcing him to kiss her.

"Do it, Chloe."

She straddled me, but started to get back up when she settled on my hard cock. "You are in total control. Do it Chloe."

Chloe, pushed her bikini-clad cunt hard onto my cock, put both hands into my hair and forced my head back and bit my neck lightly. 

"Damn it Chloe, do it, play out your story." She bit the shit out of me, roughly tilted my head and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She was breathing hard when she pulled back.

"Its just you and me. Play this all the way out, just don't kill me."

She hesitated. 

"Chloe, is your pussy wet?"

"Yes"

"Bullshit, you don't know. Prove it. You are a little lying cunt."

Chloe really slapped me this time. She pushed her hand into her bathing suit and put two fingers into her very wet pussy. When she pulled them out, her eyes were full of passion. 

"You called me a lying cunt." She pulled my head far back and forced her wet fingers into my mouth and throat. "Suck, asshole" was all she said.

My head swam from the smell and taste of her cunt. A moan escaped my lips signaling her about how much I liked her juices.

Chloe needed no more encouraging today. She removed her top and commanded me to lick, kiss and suck her breast. She moved my head as she wanted, used my ears as handles and made me learn quickly. She even slapped me again just because she wanted to.

She was really getting turned on. My office was filled with the smell of her over heated cunt. She stood, removed the bottoms of her suit and settled in my lap again; but this time, she spread her pussy's lips and centered her clit on my covered cock.

Chloe rode my cock, using me to take herself through two orgasms. She was licking me, tasting me, making my face and neck wet. She sunk her teeth into my neck hard both times she came.

She sat on me for a long time coming back from her fantasy. Finally, she said, "Bob that was fantastic. Better than I thought it would be." She stood, un-cuffed my hands and ankles.

I pushed Chloe into the overstuffed leather chair in the corner and bent a leg over each arm. "That one taste of your hot cunt was not enough. Please, mistress, may I lick your cunt?" I was completely directing now but she was getting back into character.

"I have never had oral sex before. Yes, Slave, you may lick me."

I put her hands on the sides of my head and lowered my mouth to her eager little slit. I would not be thirsty for days after this; she was flowing. I licked, kissed and sucked every part of her beautiful pussy. I was sucking her clit when she came, pulling me painfully into her. When she relaxed, I pushed a finger into her and kept time with my tongue. I worshiped all around her clit and pussy's lips. She came again and tried to hold me still.

I wasn't finished with my Mistress. This was a massive first lesson for her inexperienced body. I continued to lick lightly until she began to build again. When Chloe climbed near the top, I lowered my mouth and licked her little pucker. She started to close her legs but I held them in place strongly until she relaxed. I kept licking her from asshole to clit and rubbed her clit with my thumb when my tongue wasn't there. She was close again. I wet my finger in her juices and pushed it slowly into her ass as I sucked hard on her clit. She screamed loudly and came very hard.

Chloe's body was limp but still convulsing softly when I pulled her from the chair to the floor. She lay motionless with her eyes barely open. My bathing suit was soaked with her pussy's juice and my precum. I slipped it off. As I started to guide myself into her, Chloe closed a hand around my cock and spread her legs wider. She pulled me into her and whispered, "Fuck me, Slave."

I knew I wouldn't last long, but it would be long enough. "Mistress, you have made me so hot I'm going to cum soon. I cannot make you pregnant. Please let me cum in you and let you feel me fill your womb."

She moaned under me but never answered. I fucked her slowly and firmly until I reached my limit. "Take me now, Mistress." I came a bucket inside her when I felt her body arch up against me to get my cock deeper into her.

When I lifted my weight from her limp body, Chloe was asleep. My cock was still hard. I pulled a throw and pillow from the couch and made her comfortable on the floor. Tickles was banging around in the kitchen, so I slipped my trunks back on and went see what she was doing.

"She fucked the hell out of you. Damn, look at your neck. Come over here and let me clean you up."

I did as I was told. She was not mad as she washed my neck. I asked, "You set this up didn't you?"

"Chloe was going off the deep end. I knew you could help her and you admitted you wanted to fuck her."

"Chloe is asleep on the floor. I didn't get taken care of. Come here." Tickles came to me and we kissed deeply.

"You taste like Chloe's pussy."

"And just how do you know how Chloe's pussy tastes?"

Tickles blushed deeply. She had just told on herself. I loved my new knowledge. My instant hard on said I wanted to watch these two beauties together.

"Tickles, I'll make it up to you later. Just suck me off before my balls explode."

She knelt in front of me and pulled my suit down almost putting her eye out. Her aim was better on the second try. My knees almost buckled as her lips closed over my Chloe dipped cock. 



Uncle Bob and His Niece Ch. 03



A good read, less sex than most of Uncle Bob's stories. Tells why both girls came back from college, set's up Chloe's new career as a dom, starts getting Tickles off meth and introduces the tall thin pro, Trisha.

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I was surprised to see Chloe's little red Miata in my driveway when I returned home from, of all things, pool-shooting lessons. She and Tickles had been in college for three months. Both had told me just last week that they were doing well and would not be coming home for Thanksgiving. That bothered me. My boundless male ego secretly hoped the two nineteen year olds couldn't stay away from my 53 year old body. Or at least that Tickles would need to visit my tongue.

I had not really tried to find a woman since they left. Truthfully, my body and my ears were resting.

The shower turned off in my downstairs bathroom, just as I set my bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.

She was beautiful, nude and wet. She bounded into my arms, "Surprised?"

"Yes, you just told me a few days ago that you weren't coming home for Thanksgiving."

"I need to talk with you."

"If you want me to have any intelligence at all for our talk, put some clothes on that tasty cunt of yours. I'll make us some coffee."

"All you want is my cunt."

"After three months? This exact minute? Damn Right, that's what I want!"

"Lick me until I cum, before you make coffee."

"Suck me off first."

She pushed me down on the bed, stripped me and said, "We'll do each other." 

This was a new trick for Chloe. In all our times together she usually wanted to be on top, in control and serviced to her specifications. I often had to take her to get satisfied at all. Sixty-nine was a great new mutual game.

She was still rough, grinding her cunt into my mouth and lightly chewing the head of my cock. It didn't take long for her to cum but she hadn't finished me. When she got very still, I was puzzled. I heard her giggle and then she peed a little into my face.

I rolled her over, turner around on her and pushed my cock into her in one smooth powerful stroke. "Give me a little warning when you do that."

She laughed and wiggled until another climax crept upon her. "You better still be on the pill." I arched and came into her. I kept thrusting, even with my softening cock, until she finished.

"Damn, Chloe, that was fast. I didn't get enough of you."

"Later, I want you too, but I need to talk first. You're really going to be angry with me."

Wrapped in a big, thick bathrobe, she joined me at the little breakfast table for coffee.

"Bob, I really appreciate you getting me into the same college with Tickles and paying my way. The problem is, I really don't belong in college. The classes are boring and the students are mostly interested in having a good time and getting laid. I feel I am wasting time. I want my own business and want to make money."

"I'm not disappointed. Lots of successful people didn't go to college. They just learned what they had to when they needed to. What is it you have in mind that you want to do?"

"That's the problem. I don't know. I was hoping you could help me find out. You do all that business consulting and stuff. You know everybody."

My light robe parted as I rose to refill my coffee cup and my hard dick bounced in front of me.

"Damn it Bob. You didn't listen to me."

"O yes, I did. I even have some good ideas for you, but you are going to have to fuck me dry to hear them."

When I sat back down with my coffee, Chloe stood dropped her robe, straddled me and impaled herself on my dick. I grabbed her by her hair and kissed her passionately. "I have really missed you, Chloe."

She began a strong rocking thrust with her hips and said, "Me too."

I did very little. I let her fuck me. All the friction had me groaning and begging to cum. She knew that she had me totally under her control. She could see that I was intoxicated watching and feeling her soft body move against me. She could feel that my hands were struggling to but could not touch her enough. 

"Take me now Chloe." This time it was satisfying.

"Thank you. Now I can think and talk for a few minutes, even though I'm next to that magnificent sexy body of yours." She hugged me, rose, put on her robe again and sat down to hear my thoughts.

"Yes, I can see you operating a small business. Initially, you would have to learn supervision and business skills but I could teach you. I couldn't see you running a coffee shop, women's apparel store, Kinko's, doggie day care or anything like that. I can't see you wanting to learn skills like hair styling or catering to uppity demanding women."

"I agree, but what else is there?"

"Hear me out on a few wild ideas. We will come up with something. How about being the Mistress of a Dungeon. You could whip, boss and ..."

Chloe interrupted me, "That sounds wild. Isn't that illegal? How would I learn and get started? I would be turned on all the time."

"That's just a quick idea. You would get used to the business quickly. It would become a business. You would not be turned on all the time. Within limits, it is legal in some places but you would have to be low profile and very discrete to protect your customers. Remember, anything we talk about would be a business, with records, taxes, employees, assets, bills, etc. All businesses are lots of work. But if you like the work, you'll want to do it every day."

"The dungeon idea is exciting. Do you know of any such businesses?"

"That's why I thought of it first. I consult with a woman who has a very successful BDSM business and has been hinting at retirement for a couple of years now. If you wanted to work for her a couple of months to check it out, I could arrange it."

Chloe was very excited. She wanted me to make everything happen right now.

"I have a few questions first, Chloe. Do you want to live with me? Are you hoping I will buy the business for you? Is Tickles part of this idea? Are you conning me? What is going on?"

She really looked hurt and confused by my questions.

"Chloe, you had me thinking one way and then out of the blue you showed up. I've trusted and cared about people who have used me and picked my pockets. When it comes to business I have to be cold, demanding and calculating. If you want my help you are going to have to grow up fast."

"Everything I've told you is the truth. If you help me I'll pay back every dollar that you agree to loan me. Yes, I want to live with you and share your bed, if you'll have me. Tickles is not part of this. I've been distant because I didn't want you to know that she has gotten into the meth scene, doesn't go to class and is a mess."

Chloe could tell she had just cut me in half. I had lost two sons to meth. Meth and Viet Nam were two subjects I could not handle.

"I'm sorry Bob. I didn't know how to tell you."

Tears were rolling down my face, "I have to go get her. I'll call Kirsten Howard so you can meet sometime during the next few days. She owns the Dungeon. You stay here and talk with her."

I had never seen Chloe cry but she felt my hurt and was crying for me. True, Tickles came to me last year and gave me her virginity. True, we were often playful and passionate lovers. But it was also true that I had protected her and loved her since the day she was born. Now she was into something I had never seen anyone come back from.

I drove three hours, stayed in a motel and was at the Dean's Office at eight a.m. Tickles was failing all subjects. Her parents had not been notified and would not be after my conversation with the Dean. The Dean's staff directed me, after I promised not to disclose that I had learned anything from them.

I found the small cluttered house with eight shabby cars out front. No one looked like they had slept last night or were going to any time soon. There was one small child running around the house. Meth and needles were on the coffee table. A young pregnant girl started to say something as I pushed by her. Tickles was coming out of the hall bathroom. She never said a word and did not resist as I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me toward the door. A tall, unwashed, blemished skin young man headed me off.

"Hey, dude, that's my squeeze."

To avoid any problems I handed him two one hundred dollar bills and said, "She's mine now, get another one."

He smiled revealing bad yellow and brown teeth. "Come on back when you want another one."

We drove for an hour before Tickles said a word. "You are really mad aren't you?"

"Disappointed. I thought you were smarter."

"I hated school and just wanted to hang out."

"Don't lie to me or yourself. You chose to be human trash, lazy and weak. You probably fucked ten guys who don't care about you to get your meth. I bet you now have sexual diseases and are pregnant. Take a deep breath Nicole, you stink, your cunt stinks, your clothes are dirty. Remember who you were and see what you have become."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm taking you back to my house. I'm going to try and get you off that crap. You had better kick it or I will burry you in the back yard. I will not allow you to live as a crack whore."

I called from the car as we drove and we went directly to the hospital to meet with a wonderful doctor friend of mine. Being right is a bitch. Nicole was still hyped, under the influence of meth. I was hard and cold. She wasn't my Tickles as we learned the treatments for chlamydia, hepatitis B and gonorrhea. After we had been at the hospital for eight hours, she was starting to come off the shit. She broke down when her abortion was scheduled. I wanted her to hurt but she needed some hope.

I pulled her up and hugged her almost nude, dressing gown clad body, "Nicole, if you stay straight we can make everything right again. All the diseases you have are curable. You don't have herpes or AIDS. The doctors don't believe your reproductive system is damaged. You don't even know who the father is of the baby in you. Let's get you healthy and all this behind us. Let's get you happy and laughing again. As long as you try, you can stay with Chloe and me."

"Chloe's not in school?"

"School wasn't right for her either. She is still deciding what she wants to do."

"Maybe I can get out and find something too."

"Nice try. For a few months, I'm going to get the toughest woman I know to be your shadow when you are not with Chloe or me."

"Will you, at least, call me Tickles again, so I know you love me?"

I held her tighter; her request hurt, but I couldn't let her twist me around her finger like she had done all her life. "Tickles, I do love you, more than anything. But I will not let you hurt yourself, no matter how much you think you need the stuff. Today you still have that shit in your body. Starting tomorrow, every morning I'll hug you, tell you I love you and ask you to stay straight for me just 24 hours."

Chloe hadn't met with Kirsten Howard yet. We caught her up on Tickles medical issues and I left them together while I went to call Trisha, my tall, pencil-thin, sickly, hard as nails meth expert. Trisha had done seven years of hard time for doing crazy things to feed her habit. She had been a stripper, escort, hooker, thief, gun seller and dope dealer. She had heard it all. She was straight now; she was the person who taught me about meth when my sons got hooked. She was very crude, foul mouthed and likable. She agreed to work for me and be Tickles shadow for two months. 

Before we hung up Trisha gave me something to think about, "You can keep her straight for two months but she will probably go back on the stuff when you let up."

"I know, but we have to try anyway. Can you baby-sit between eleven in the morning and nine p.m. weekdays? You are welcomed to stay here anytime it makes it easier for you."

"Of course I can. You're still a nice sucker, Bob. When are you going to keep your promise and fuck me?"

"I've have often thought about those long, long thin legs of yours. You know too much, I wouldn't be able to think up anything new to excite you. I would bore you silly."

She laughed, "Orgasms are never boring. See you tomorrow, chicken."

Tickles and Chloe had never run into anyone like 

Trisha. Within five minutes of her arrival, she had told Tickles that she looked like shit, discovered that Tickles had lost all her clothes, told her to get ready they were going shopping to spend some of my money and told her to strip first so she could see what she had to work with. I was about to bust a gut laughing. Not to be out done, Tickles stripped in front of all of us. Trisha whistled, looked at me and said, "Bob, you have to get these girls and me a stripper pole for exercise."

"Exercise, hell, Trisha. Your mouth is watering."

"You trying to keep them just for yourself?"

"Well, yea!"

Soon after noon, I was alone. Chloe had left for a meeting at the "Dungeon" and Tickles had left to go shopping and get felt up by Trisha. I took my first deep relaxed breath in forty-eight hours and had a peaceful feeling that all this was going to work out.



Uncle Bob and His Niece Ch. 04



Over the last month, we were all becoming strangers to each other. Chloe was working long hours almost every day learning her new business and becoming a fantastic dom according to Madame Kirsten. Tickles and Trisha had really hit it off and had made personal goals to buy out the local malls just to find out the limits on my credit cards. I bumped into all three of them a lot. Coming or going. Never sitting for a meal or having time to talk. One Monday evening, I put a chain lock on the front door trapping everyone inside until we could talk for a few minutes.

"I never get to talk to you three anymore. I don't know what's happening with you and I miss you."

Almost in unison they all mocked me, "Ahhhhhh, that's so sweet."

"No, really, we need a night where we all get together for dinner and to catch up."

Trisha had to put in her two cents, "Sounds boring but sort of fun in an 'Old Fashioned' sort of way."

"Thank you for your support. I think."

Tickles bought in, "So what do you have in mind."

"Tuesday nights are slow for all of us. Let's make Tuesdays a dinner and movie night. That's the day Blockbuster puts the new releases out. Tickles could arrange for the food, Chloe could pick out the movies, I'll cook and set up the house. Trisha, I keep asking you but you never stay in the evenings."

The silence was deafening. Trisha jumped in, "You two should humor the old guy. That's about all the excitement he can handle any more."

"O great, my wonderful idea is now reduced to a 'Pity Movie Night with the Old Guy.'"

Tickles came to my support, "No, it's a good idea. We are all going separate ways and we don't want to loose touch. Bob has been running off the club just to have something to do each evening. If you can call shooting pool, watching nude girls, drinking and men acting like jerks 'having something to do.'"

True to form, Trisha begged off the first 'Tuesday Night at the Movies.' Chloe, Tickles and I all bathed early and arrived in the TV room wrapped in warm robes about the same time. Food was vegetable munchies with dip and Papa Murphy's stuffed pizza. The first movie was a slow chick flick. I always thought it was funny that Chloe, who professed to hate such things, picked so many romantic movies. I was half reclining on the couch with my feet toward Tickles and Chloe sitting on the floor when Tickles turned, put her legs outside mine and pulled my feet into her crotch. She used my right foot to rub her clit while she watched the kissy, feely scenes. 

The bottom of my foot was getting wet. Turnabout is fair play, so I lifted one of Tickles' legs and settled her foot onto my dick. She used her talented flexible toes to play in the pre-cum flowing from the tiny lips of my cock. Our movements caught Chloe's attention.

Chloe opened our robes wider and teased our nipples while she watched our busy feet. She had something in mind and soon had all three of us naked. Chloe maneuvered both of Tickles' feet so one was on each side of my dick and started to work them up and down jacking me off. Each stroke slid my cock across Tickles' arches and pushed the head into her toes. Chloe was squeezing tightly. There wasn't enough lube so Chloe licked our feet, our toes, my cock and slobbered freely.

I could barely keep from pushing them away. The sensations were so intense they hurt. All too quickly my balls tightened and I came between Tickles toes and on her feet. Chloe slowed her pumping hands, lowered her tongue and lips and began to suck my cum from Tickles toes. This was a very submissive act for Chloe. She cleaned every drop then moved so her face was above Tickles lips. She used Tickles's hair, pulling her head back. Tickles' lips were wet and slightly open. A thin line of cum slipped from Chloe's mouth and dropped the eight inches into Tickles' mouth. The taste of cum and having a nipple twisted hard by Chloe brought a needy moan from Tickles.

Through her cum filled mouth, Chloe gave Tickles an order not to swallow as she lowered her lips along the stream until their lips met. Chloe let all my cum flow into Tickles' mouth. As they kissed, licked lips and sucked each other's tongues, I caught glimpses of the white stringy puddle in Tickles' mouth. They played with the snowball long enough to have most of their faces covered then Chloe pulled Tickles by the hair across my body until her face was over mine.

"Give him his cum back."

Tickles opened her mouth copying what Chloe had done to her. A stream slowly fell onto my lips; I opened my mouth and her lips followed the stream. The kiss was passionate; I had a raging hard on. Chloe roughly grabbed my cock and pushed it into Tickles' hungry wet cunt. She took my balls into her hand and used them to force me to fuck upward into Tickles. Chloe licked the tissue where my cock stretched into Tickles. I knew her tongue was trailing upward and licking Tickles' asshole.

Neither Tickles nor I were swallowing but the ball was getting smaller. It was melting down my neck, flowing onto my chest and smearing across Tickles' breasts. Chloe was controlling Tickles keeping her cuming. She wanted still more control, so she pushed a strong wet finger smoothly into my ass and pressed firmly into my prostate. Now she had control of me too. My body convulsed and I came deep into Tickles womb. The combination triggered some primal thoughts. Never had I had such a thought. In that instant, I wanted Tickles to be pregnant.

Tickles and I were drained but both knew we owed Chloe one. We slipped to the floor, pushing Chloe down under us.

"Don't fight us Chloe. If we hold your hands or legs down you are helpless. Surrender your body to us and let us please you."

Tickles was on Chloe's right side holding a leg and an arm while her lips were poised over a breast. I had the mirrored position. In unison our heads lowered and captured Chloe's nipples. We sucked and licked until Chloe wanted more. Without words we chewed her nipples lightly causing her to wither and complain yet arching for more.

Our foreheads touched, slipped lower and never broke contact as we licked over Chloe's ovaries torturing with tickles instead of bites this time. I pushed Chloe onto her side, raised her upper leg and buried my mouth into her cunt. Tickles slipped down in perfect time, opening Chloe's ass cheeks and slipping her tongue in between them. Our foreheads bumped again while I sucked Chloe's clit and Tickles tongued her asshole.

Chloe had settled onto a wonderful pleasant plateau. I wanted her to go higher and cum for us. I pushed two fingers into her cunt and began a firm steady rubbing pressure on her g-spot. Her body surrendered, opened and welcomed us inside. Just as she was ready to begin her climax, Tickles nibbled the tender skin of her asshole. She expected pain but none came. But the surprise was enough to delay and heighten where she was going. Again she started to build. This time I nibbled her clit hard enough to stop her progress.

Chloe was groaning with every breath now. Desperately wanting to cum. Her body was begging; she was nearing the edge again. What would happen to stop her this time? Her climax was on her, consuming her before she realized nothing could stop her this time. The relentless pressure inside her, the sucking on her clit and the wiggling tongue in her ass were too much. Her cunt erupted giving the tasty treasure of her body as a reward to her abusers.

Tickles pushed lower to force a three-way kiss with me and Chloe's spewing cunt. For a moment the only things that existed in the world were the wonderful taste of pussy, the heat of sex, the magnificence of giving another pleasure and a million wonderful sensual feelings.

Chloe was asleep when I helped Tickles to her feet. I had done this before. I put a pillow under Chloe's head, covered her and left her asleep on the floor. My dick was hard but I wasn't sure Tickles was up to another round. I reached out taking one of her hands. Tickles' half closed eyes looked lustfully into mine. Our faces glistened with Chloe's juices. I felt her other hand close around my bobbing hardon and pull me toward the bedroom.



Uncle Bob and His Niece Ch. 05



"You are the dumbest smart person, I have ever met. You have helped a hundred people get straightened out. Now you fall for a stripper who is playing you like a cheap violin."

You could hear the love flowing out of Chloe as she tenderly counseled me.

"You have all the hot sex you can handle. I know dozens of women who want to be with you. You're so active, successful and happy. Why did you fall for a bitch who just sees you as a mark? Do we have to fuck you into a stupor before we let your fifty-five year old dumb-ass body out of the house?"

I deserved all this. It was all too true. I had long wanted an older female friend with common interests to go places with and talk to. Chloe, Tickles and all of Chloe's girls were so young. I loved to look at them, touch them, make love with them, kid with them, taste them. But as soon as the sex was over, talking and spending time with them just didn't do it for me. Their interests were I-pod avant-garde music, clothes, boys and shopping. Their language was valley speak. I was getting overdosed with nineteen-year old brains.

Chloe had discovered that I had been matching my schedule to that of an older stripper at our local club. When Tickles also found out that I had given her several expensive gifts, she told Chloe and the shit hit the fan. It was still splattering around the house.

"I can just see you at the rack, drooling like a PLM (pathetic little man). I bet you beg for VIP dances and for her to meet you outside the bar. Damn-it, Bob, you know the score. You set me up in the BDSM business and are part owner in two clubs. What's wrong with you? Are you getting senile?"

I got up and started to get a glass of wine.

"You just going to walk away from me?"

"No, just waiting for you to wind down so we can talk. I'll admit, I'm screwed up on this. I don't think getting dressed down is helping but you and Tickles probably can help me get my head back on straight."

"O Bullshit. Pull you head out of your ass. Do you think your stripper cares about you? If she did she would tell you. She would ask you out. Or at least clarify the situation by giving you an out call price. Next, maybe you can look for a date on death row at the women's prisons. Those women probably make better friends than some old cold hearted, usury stripper."

"Chloe, I know you are mad at me. I am too. But my feelings are raw. You're pissing me off. I'm hurt, rejected and horny. Keep it up and I'll throw you down on the couch and fuck you out of spite."

With hindsight, I know her response was on purpose just to goad me. "Your pitiful. Do you think your old body could take me. I'm in better shape than you. You better pick on some old worn out hooker. That's more your speed. Maybe she will let you pay her three times what she's worth and let you tell her you love her."

I lunged toward her; she stood in defiance. I grabbed a handful of her hair and the waistband of her sweat pants and spun her roughly, slamming her face down on to the overstuffed brown leather couch. She struggled, so I forced my knee and all my weight into the small of her back and stripped off her pants with my right hand. My thumb pushed into her cunt and between that grip and my handful of her hair, I pushed her head and shoulders over the arm of the couch and knelt behind her, forcing her legs apart.

Chloe and I had had sex a couple of dozen times. Usually she liked control. I suspected she would respond to rough sex but this was bordering on rape. I didn't really want her. I wanted to control her, make her shut-up and get rid of the pain inside me. All this struggling had excited me. My cock was hard and sticking out the leg of my baggy shorts. I pulled my cock and balls free, aimed and brought the head to Chloe's cunt. For a second, I started to think about what I was doing. But she took logic from me.

"Do it, you dumb Son-of-Bitch. Fuck me. Rape me. Do what you want. Cum in my cunt and then force Tickles to suck it out of me. Fuck me until you know when a woman wants you and is worth fucking."

With a roar, I buried my cock into her. She was holding her head off the floor with her hands as I pounded into her. Her ass cheeks were jiggling with each thrust and the heavy couch was scooting around. Our bodies were loudly slapping together.

"Harder, you wimp. I barely can feel you fucking me."

I pulled her hips back and thrust. She knew what she was doing. She knew I was longer than she was deep. She knew this was going to hurt. I drove hard hitting her cervix. Her whole body recoiled and she screamed, "Again. Do it again."

I gave her what she asked for. With each thrust I felt her battered insides slip around my cock trying to escape the assault. She pushed back into my thrust making it hurt even more. I slapped her ass.

"Harder, you asshole! Make me cum!"

I put an open hand on each of her ass cheeks. She was drooling on the floor, making unintelligible sounds and begging to cum. When her climax raked through her body, I squeezed her ass as hard as I could and drove my dick into her at an angle that would give maximum pain to her. Her scream almost made me care. But I could not care right then. I was pumping rope after rope of sperm into her. I kept driving into her until my dick began to soften. I wanted her to pay.

About the time Chloe's and my eyes began to focus again. Tickles and Trisha began clapping. They had been leaning against the wall near us, watching.

I helped Chloe back on to the couch, laying her on her back, pushing one leg over the couch's high back and spreading her wide. Her eyes sparkled. She remembered what she had asked.

Tickles spoke first, "That was the hottest, roughest fuck I have ever watched. I wish I had gotten here sooner to watch the beginning."

I walked to her with my dripping dick pointing the way. "I promised to do one more thing, Tickles."

"What's that?"

She was a little reluctant as I manhandled her across the room and pushed her down between Chloe's widely stretched legs and cum drenched pussy.

"Chloe told me I had to force you to lick my cum out of her cunt." 

Tickles would have done that readily, but I forced her head firmly between Chloe's legs anyway. I could see her lips and tongue willingly seek our combined juices. Tickles let the pressure from my hands rock her face, opening Chloe's cunt and to pushing her mouth deep into the slippery hole.

Chloe was returning to her primary nature. Her hands pushed mine away, closed around Tickles' head and she directed everything. She would cum soon and push even more of my cum out of her body for Tickles to suck and lap and swallow.

My cock noticed Tickles' little shaved wet pussy smiling from under her skirt as she licked away. Sex could never be better than it was with these two. My cock was hard wanting its second cunt in less than fifteen minutes. When I slipped into Tickles, she groaned into Chloe. Chloe began to cum and feed Tickles. I watched and pumped steadily, not really needing release, just enjoying the massage my cock was getting from Tickles magnificent tight sheath.

Tickles didn't usually cum from just fucking. I wanted to cum again and Chloe owed her one now. I lay down on my back on the floor and pulled Tickles to me. Her cunt swallowed my dick with ease, right to the base. I motioned for Chloe to sit behind her, across my legs. As Tickles rocked, Chloe reached around her. One hand teased Tickles' nipples. The other rubbed her clit and occasionally dipped a finger into Tickles' cunt, stroking its way beside my embedded cock.

The earlier show and all the stimulation had Tickles cuming quickly. But she could tie a few together and was so beautiful to watch when she did. Her head rolled back onto Chloe's shoulder, her arms hung limply. She was forcing herself to be still. Outwardly only her moans gave her away. Inside her, my cock knew when she came. Three times she clinched and rippled around me before she pushed Chloe's fingers away from her clit.

They were so beautiful. Chloe gently held the very relaxed Tickles until Tickles raised her pussy off my now soaked, but unsatisfied dick.

"Before you girls go anywhere, would you please finish me off?"

Four hands, two tongues and two sets of lips are magnificent torture to a well-fucked sensitive cock head. Chloe especially loved my discomfort. She even moved to my side and used her legs and entire weight to pin one of my hands down, then she had Tickles pin the other so I could not protect myself. She would suck and lick then twist her fist around the ridge. Then she would pull the skin back tightly and hold my cock straight up for Tickles to copy every torturing lick, suck and twist.

The pain was so exquisite, my entire body curled into a ball when I came. That pushed Chloe completely away but left Tickles with her mouth on me sucking every drop hungrily. After my balls were dry and my dick was half soft, Tickles lay her head on my belly with my cock still in her mouth. I closed my eyes for just a few minutes. Every once in a while she would nurse.

Something different was touching me. I looked up to see Chloe staring down at me with her foot and toes rubbing around my dick and balls.

"Don't think we are finished with you. We have lots of plans to cure you of your puppy love for your dirty old stripper."

From the near by wall we heard another voice, "Smile when you say 'dirty old stripper' or I'll pull your nipples off." We all laughed and turned to Trisha. She had her hand down her pants.

As I got to my feet, Trisha met me, reached out and massaged my wet soft cock with her hand, "Bob you are a big lying tease. You just screwed two nineteen year olds; I bet you even bruised Chloe's cunt and you have the gall to tell me I know too much."

"How can I argue with you holding me like this. Stay with us tonight and let me risk embarrassing myself. You know that I've wanted you for years. We even tried to get together a couple of times but you always were so busy bailing out a boyfriend or something."

"I'll stay. You remember my rules?"

I took her hand from my half hard cock, pushed it and her other one behind her and pinned her roughly to the wall. She was a very strong girl. We had wrestled before and she was as much as I could handle. She started to fight but I pushed my free hand down the front of her pants and began fingering her wet cunt and rubbing her clit with my thumb. She had already worked herself near climax.

"I remember your rules but some of them conflict with mine. You'll cum plenty but you're in my house. In fact I want you to cum now."

I kept her hands pinned and eased us both to our knees still finger fucking her. My finger pumped fast and hard. In less than a couple of minutes she came. When she did I kissed her.

I very softly rubbed her sensitive clit, making her squirm in my grasp. "OK, I broke two of your rules, I didn't use lube and I kissed you. What are you going to do about it."

Playfully and for our audience's benefit she said, "Let you break most of the others."

She leaned into me and whispered. "That was good. You surprised me and I surprised myself by responding. Just remember some of my rules are very important to me?"

I whispered back, "I know which ones not to break and why but I'll break all the other ones I want to, just to make you fight before you cum. I'm not one of the people you have intimidated. Remember who you are trying to boss around."

She didn't like that answer. She looked so strong but I knew she had colon cancer and had to shun anal. She worked harder than anyone for ten hours but collapsed exhausted, often without eating just to be able to rest enough to work again. Most of her teeth were false and she was embarrassed to be seen without them. She avoided oral, less, in reciprocation, she was asked to take a cock into her mouth. Her thin body was beautiful in clothes but her breasts were fake and hard: she had heard many unkind words about them. Many times she had said she needed to have sex but wanted straight sex, no foreplay. I had known her way too long to believe that. She just did not want to be put down any more, about her past, her health or her body.

"Please stay tonight, Trisha. You know I like your company. We can pick on the kids together."

"OK, I'll stay because I still need to get fucked. You're the only male here. No telling how long I'll have to wait for you to recover."

"Why is everyone pushing my buttons today? Be careful. You saw what happened to Chloe."

"Yes, I did, big boy. Can you do it again? At least before morning."



Uncle Bob and His Niece



I covered Tickles to shield her from the cool night air. She slept for about 45 minutes. Several times, I held up the blanket to see if her body was really as I remembered it. Several times, I snaked my tongue back into her sleeping pussy to flood my taste buds with her wet, young, virgin nectar. Every time I tasted her, my mind flashed back to what a wonderful, adventurous lover Alice had been. She pushed our limits to keep our marriage fresh. I had not cared for her strap-on night. Several times she wanted me to fist her; we never succeeded, but trying was fun. There were water sports, remote control toys, vibrators, porno, talking about others, role-playing, food and sex in public. She had a fantasy about being with another woman. I regret not having arranged that for her.

Tickles woke up nuzzling my body and still sleepy. She moved her hand to my dick, encountering my slacks. She just said, "Take them off." I did. She laid her head on my stomach, watching and holding my hardening cock. She started to move her hand up and down. "Is this right?"

"Squeeze a little harder."

"Have you ever seen a man cum?" 

"No"

"You have control of my body. Keep that up and I won't last long. Just watch and feel my body. You will know where I am. Do what you want with me. Do what you want with my cum." 

She looked puzzled. 

"Sometimes you'll want me to cum inside you, sometimes somewhere on your body, sometimes in your mouth, sometimes just in your hands. This time, you are in total control. You decide."

I closed my eyes and let her inexperienced hands use me as her toy. She varied her strokes; I was slippery. She discovered my most sensitive spots and learned not to squeeze my balls. She was doing a good job. When my stomach tightened, she sensed to back off. Her first time with me and she made me say, "Please let me cum." 

Her lips closed softly around the head of my dick. She licked all the pre-cum off, sucked firmly, then she sat upright giving me long strokes with her right hand. She learned to twist around the head on the down stroke. My body told her it was ready. She did not vary anything. I started cuming like I was thirty again. Cum covered her hand and ran down my shaft, onto my belly. 

Another twist around the head and I winced. Tickles liked the control. She was gentle but also seemed to like hurting me a little, playing with my overly sensitive dick. My eyes opened and watched as she played with my cum and softening dick. She sucked at a puddle of cum in her palm and rubbed some onto her nipples and breasts. She pulled one last drop from my dick and rubbed what was left into her pussy. She was perfect.

I pulled Tickles to me and kissed her deeply. Her mouth tasted of my cum and I'm sure she could still taste her pussy's juice on my tongue. "You're a beautiful woman and a wonderful lover. Your body is every man's dream. You have made me feel wonderful." I pulled her down to my chest and felt tears drop by my nipple. I covered us both up and we slept a few hours till the sun came up.

My sack rat was still sleeping when I got up and went to make breakfast. I figured she needed a hardy one so I ignored most of the vegan rules again. Dressed in that white robe again, she soon stumbled into the kitchen. I said, "You were magnificent last night." She gave me a big smile, drank a glass of OJ and dug into an egg, cheese and veggie omelet. 

When she was done, I said, "You did not have to get dressed for me." 

Tickles slipped the robe off her body. She had cum stains on her breasts and belly and her pussy hair was matted. She looked at me and said in her little girl voice, "You have to help me get all clean." We both had a great laugh.

When Tickles was just learning to talk, I would tell her to go get in the tub and get clean. She would go into the bathroom, splash water around and come tell me, "See all clean." I'd chase her around the house and go bathe her. What could I do? I chased an eighteen year old, naked Tickles, around the house, caught her and pushed her into the bathroom, stripped naked, got into the tub and bathed her under the shower.

It was time to push her limits and see if she would run away. I washed every inch of her, but it wasn't a proper Uncle-Niece bath. I raised her left leg putting her foot on the side of the tub and begin to lick, suck and explore, looking to see how formidable that dreaded ring of protective skin was. It didn't look like much and she didn't object when I pushed one finger in. I found her G-spot rubbed and sucked her clit like it was a little dick. I think she broke my nose. She grabbed my head and smashed it into her. She was going to be a vocal, dirty talking lover. "God, yes lick me. Suck harder. Make me cum. If you don't fuck me today, I going to bite your balls off." Then she screamed, leaned against the wall over my head and gave me her weight. Good thing I was holding her up with one hand on her butt and a finger in her cunt. 

Soon Tickles said, "I really have to pee." 

"Go ahead." I figured she was going to give me some static, but, no, she peed. I licked her and drank a little. She was ready to go again.

I stood, turned her around toward the spray and soaped her ass. Wonderfully, the hot water was holding up. Almost, as if she were leading, she pushed back into me and I guided my dick to her little tight pucker. She stopped, but when I did not move, she pushed back a little harder. The head of my cock slipped by the first ring of muscles. She immediately clamped down. I reached around and began twisting her nipples and lightly biting her neck. Then I whispered, "Masturbate for me." She began rubbing herself and rocking her hips. She had a couple of inches of cock in her asshole now. Her fingers were working up to "fast" speed.

She got used to being stretched and started to push back for more.

"Don't take any more of me into you right now. You can make me cum easily like this. When I cum in you the first time, I want to be deep in your belly, feel your body suck me dry and then watch our cum run out of you and down your legs." She moaned and came on her fingers. Her knees buckled and another inch of me slid into her. If I did not have a good grip on her she would have pushed my dick all the way up her ass.

Her breathing returned to normal. I pulled out, washing my dick as I did. 

"Turn around and set on the back of the tub. 

"Hands to your side. 

"Push your breast out. 

"Open your mouth. 

"I am going to jack off for you. 

"When I come I'm going to push into your mouth. You are going to take me deep in your throat and you are going to swallow every drop of my cum." 

Tickles took orders well. I'll remember that for a BDSM night. My hand started to slide up and down my shaft. Tickles added her tongue to my efforts. When I groaned she closed her lips around my dick and sucked me until I had to use her shoulders to hold myself up. My stomach muscles cramped, I came very hard.

I was spent. She still looked horny. She whispered to me, "Please fuck me." 

"No," I replied, "I'm going to flirt with you all day. Touch you, rub you while we are shopping and make you so hot you will not know your name. Then tonight, I'll fuck you until you scream at me to stop." 

"But I'm ready now." 

All I could think to say was, "Yes, but not ready enough." We dried each other off and I went to dress, taking my limp, currently unimpressive noodle with me. I knew, tonight was going to be half a blue pill night.

She was dressed like I remember she dressed, like a model, short skirt, belly shirt, hair perfect, make-up perfect. Ok, maybe tonight would require an entire blue pill.

When we got to the mall, Tickles slid out of the car making sure I saw her light blue panties. I commented, "Little girl, you do not have any pictures on your blue panties. But you do have a wet spot." She actually blushed.

Where women get the energy to shop, I'll never know. By two she had been at it three hours and showed not signs of slowing down. I had felt every inch of her body as we visited one store or another. We even went into dressing rooms together. If I went too long with out touching her pussy she would flash me. Even with all that stimulation, I finally nudged her, "Lets go get some lunch." Without argument she went along with me. No argument, this was something new. 

As we stood in line for her to get her veggie wrap, she whispered, "I want to go into Spencer's and see the naughty things they have." 

"No," I smiled. 

"Then, how about Victoria's Secret?" 

"No," 

She looked puzzled, I never told her "No." 

"I'll show you why after we eat."

We ate and started to leave the Food Court. "Well?" she said. I pulled her toward the women's restroom. 

"Go in there, take off your panties, wipe your pussy dry with them and bring them to me." 

She gave me a look as if to say, "Is that all you are going to ask of me?" 

Off she went. When she returned she was hiding her little blue treasure. Both my arms were full of packages. I was standing right in the middle of the mall where the escalators come into the Food Court. 

"Shake them out, push them into my face." 

She turned bright red, but did as she was told. Several, men and women caught the show. Most smiled. "Now hold them by the waist band and let them dangle from your fingers while we walk out of the mall." 

Tickles stood straight and tall, put her free hand on my arm and walked proudly, swinging her panties with the wet spot.

I was falling in love with this naughty little girl.

We make it home and unloaded our treasures. I handed Tickles a rum and coke and said, "After this I want to bathe my little girl for the last time."

"You mean your are not going to bathe me any more?"

"Oh, I'll bathe you often but you will be a woman the next time I shower with you."

We both sensed that taking each other's clothes off was different this time. I was preparing her body for me; washing her with just warm water. I wanted her clean but not smelling of soap. We dried off and wrapped ourselves in those big white robes. Tickles sat in the armless wicker chair at Alice's makeup table, I stood behind her and brushed her hair slowly, taking time to kiss her warm neck and suck her soft earlobes. 

The robes were too hot. The bedroom was bright with the afternoon sun. We threw the robes on the bed. Tickles immediately stretched out on them, rolled onto her back, raised her knees and opened her legs. She definitely was telling me what she wanted. I knelt between her creamy thighs and began to lick her pussy. 

The day full of play had worked. She was wet, slippery and needy. Her hips began to churn the instant my lips closed on her button. Very carefully, I pushed my right index finger into her stretching her hymeneal ring and began to rub her g-spot. I kissed, licked, sucked and fingered my young lover. Once, twice, three times I felt her tighten and I backed off. Her body was demanding a climax. She was groaning in frustration. It was time to take her. 

I helped her off the bed, sat on the chair and had her straddle me. I rubbed my dick all around Tickles' pussy, teasing her clit and getting us both very wet. I rested the tip of my cock half-an-inch into the mouth of her virgin pussy.

Rub your button for me." She followed all my orders perfectly. She was very wet. Before we realized what was happening, she had stretched and most of the head of my dick had slipped into her. I put a hand on each of her butt cheeks to steady her and keep her from pushing me farther inside. Within minutes, Tickle's eyes were closed, her body made pleading noises, she expected me to stop her climax again, but I did not. I helped by sucking those beautiful nipples. I could feel her body getting ready to fly. Her arms moved around my head for leverage. She was starting to cum and was about to say, "Oh my God." Just the "Oh my" made it out, when I pulled her strongly, impaling her two thirds down the shaft of my cock. Then the "God" came out as a definite growl. 

Tickles was not a virgin any more but she definitely was not finished. She began to roll her hips, working the rest of my dick into her and using its base to rub her clit. She was learning fast, getting rough and I had to struggle to keep us on the chair. She had felt just enough pain to keep her near but delay the height of her climax. When she started toward the top again, I squeezed her nipples hard. That kept her teetering again. My dick felt like it was in a milking machine. I could feel her flinch when her thrusts forced the head of my dick to hit her cervix. 

I had not planned this part. I began to cum. Tickles realized that I was cuming inside her and she violently tried to force me farther inside her newly opened body. That sent her over the top. She rode and rode the crest of a long climax, struggling not to pass out. I felt her body relax all at once, lodging my cock as deep into her as I could go. Our hearts were beating together and we both struggled to breathe. We were both sweating but that is not why we were wet from dick and cunt down. Even my feet were wet. At least for this one time, my Alice was back, fucking me, using me, making love with me, making me complete. 

Tickles started kissing me, realizing she was now a woman. I felt her hand go down between us and feel where we were joined. She brought our mixed juices up with her fingers, wiped them onto my lips and then covered my lips with her mouth. I felt her tongue savor the taste and I fought for my share before she stole it all. When my softening dick slipped from her, she giggled. A victory giggle I think.

We stayed together kissing and touching, until I had to move or face never walking again. I moved her off me and tried to stand. My butt seemed to be part of the wicker now. Pulling my ass off really hurt. 

Tickles, hugged me, I felt those tears again. She said, "I love you."

"And, I love my beautiful, new woman." 

I took her hand and headed for the shower again. We bathed, kissed and touched. We could have slept there in the tub but the hot water ran out. Instead, nude we went back to the bedroom and slept like newlyweds.

When I awoke, I knew instantly what was missing – Pancakes. Alice and I always craved pancakes after a hot love making session. The first cakes were coming off the grill when, Tickles bounded into the room, "What did you do to me, you dirty old man?" 

"Let me eat some pancakes and I'll show you." 

She had to admit defeat, "No, I'm way too sore. But I could use some pancakes." 

"Ok, but you'll owe me." 

She was serious, "Can it be that good again?" 

"Even better. Sit down and eat." I loved seeing how tenderly she sat down. I loved knowing I had satisfied a woman and that she was pleased with me.



Uncle Bob & Micky



I begin this tale on a sad note, a note of despair, a note of loneliness and emptiness. I begin as I walk away from the grave of my sister who died of cancer at 45 years. She left behind four children, two still living at home, two ex-husbands, and me her only sibling.

The tale worsens as I remember my father dying four years earlier on my 45th birthday and my mother dying four years before my father near their 45 wedding anniversary. Cancer was the beast taking all three and I am, always have been, cancer free. 

I was dazed. How could it be that out of a family of four, three died of cancer? Perhaps I should have been despondent, yet dazed and empty is all I felt now. My cell phone rang with the caller ID telling me it was my oldest niece, oldest of my sister's four children. 

Micky, short for Michelle asked to come visit me in my hotel room. "Lets have dinner together Uncle Bob." Micky is about five feet and eight inches tall and has been modeling since she turned 16 and now, at 23, she models full time and makes a good living. "We don't see each other very often and I took bereavement leave for a couple weeks. How about I meet you around 7:30."

Micky said to dress casual, "jeans and knit top is all I'm wearing," she related. I was thrilled with being casual after a few days of suits and dress shoes.

I was the older brother, three years older than my sister, 48 compared to Micky's 23. I was not in bad shape except that beer expanded my waist a bit over the years. I do jog and use gym facilities several days a week.

With three hours before Micky arrived, I rested for a couple hours before having a fresh shave and shower. I prefer wearing loose fitting carpenter jeans and microfiber knit tops and slipped into clean clothes and New Balance cross fit shoes and waited for Micky's door knock.

As if she was reading a cue card, Micky knocked right at 7:30. I opened the door to see a stunning Micky, hair tied in a perfect ponytail, make up that not over done, and clothes that must have been painted on. Micky made jeans and knit tops look like evening dress. "Welcome to my humble hotel room, Micky. Come in for a moment, have a drink." Micky slipped past me entering the room and I got a whiff of her perfume, it was a lite scent barely perceptible. "You look lovely, Micky."

Even though Micky wore a smile, it was obvious she hurt badly. I lost my sister and she lost her mother. Losing mother hurt much more than losing sister. I closed the door, turned to Micky and she feel into my arms sobbing deeply. "Uncle Bob," she cried saying nothing else. I held her gently letting her have her cry.

After a couple minutes her sobs subsided, I rubbed her back a bit and kissed her forehead. "Micky, I cannot imagine how Cher's death affects you. We both lost someone, but you lost a lot more, your mom." We stepped out of our embrace.

Micky's eyes were now red and swollen from crying. "That drink offer sounds good right now Uncle Bob." I mixed a simple whiskey and water over ice for us and went to the bathroom for a clean washcloth to make a cold compress for Micky's eyes. 

Micky took the compress, sat in one of the chairs, took a long pull on her drink, then leaned back placing the cold compress over her eyes. Micky exhaled a sigh as the cold relieved her sore eyes. We did not speak as Micky relaxed with her drink and compress.

When Micky spoke next, her words were not to me. "Thanks, mom. I feel better now." Immediately she realized she spoke to her mother not me. "I'm sorry Uncle Bob. Just for one quick second it was mom caring for me."

"Micky, sweetheart, Cher and I learned from your grandmother. If you feel it was Cher then maybe she pushed me to make the compress." We smiled affectionately as Micky began recovering getting more color back in her face. "Do you want to order room service or eat in the hotel restaurant," I asked.

"Let me use the bathroom, fix up my mess and we'll go out. I'm your trophy date tonight." Micky shocked me with those words; she was my niece not a lucky catch.

"Micky, I don't want a trophy date. I want to be with my niece." Then I shocked my self, speaking aloud, "However, you are a very attractive date." 

Micky smiled broadly, "At least I know you see me as more than nice, I mean niece." My mind raced; were we locked in some kind of sexual banter; did we both have ideas and thoughts about the other?

Micky fixed her make up and her eyes were clear again. I guessed she used eye drops to get the red out. "Uncle Bob, I have a suggestion, lets eat at a little Spanish place I know. It is authentic Spanish, not Mexican, and has the best Mediterranean shell fish in city. Plus, it has secluded booths for quiet conversation."

Shell fish, secluded booths, I was not sure what she had in mind; however, I took her hand as we strolled to the parking lot. Micky guided me to her car; "I'm not good giving directions, probably better if I drive." 

With reluctance, I gave Micky her hand back and took my place on the passenger side. "You're in charge. Drive on."

Micky's smile became coy, she turned to me with an innocent look saying, "I'm driving now but I'm not driving all night." There was nothing innocent in her words and I darn sure did not miss her intended meaning. Worse, I had no remorse for the incest we might commit tonight.

The drive to Micky's choice took almost 20 minutes, it seemed that every traffic light in town was set to red as we entered an intersection. I used each stop light as an opportunity to reach across the center console to touch Micky's hand and offer her a smile and she returned each in kind. Our conversation centered on my work, Micky wanted to know everything that freelance do and I enjoyed telling her all she wanted to know.

If I believed Micky's description of the restaurant as having secluded booths, I believed wrong. This restaurant was intimate, dimly lighted with flickering battery candles on each table. The booths were horseshoe shaped with very high backs. I could hear snippets of conversation as we reached out booth, then upon sitting deep in the booth, nothing from adjoining booths was audible.

The headwaiter knew Micky as a regular diner rather than a models face in an ad. He gave Micky an embrace and a very friendly kiss. "Micky, I read about your mother's death. I always enjoyed coming to your house for parties. She let us be kids but kept us under control somehow. I miss her and the parties too."

Micky dipped her head a bit and sniffled a bit at the waiterÕs remembrance. "Thank you David, it still hasn't sunk in all the way yet. David, this is my Uncle Bob, mom's only sibling."

David extended his hand to mine and gripped it sincerely. "Your sister made us kids feel welcome whenever we showed up. Tonight, I return the favor." Micky explained that David was a classmate throughout middle school and high school, "... and this is his place. This is where I come when I need a friend to spoil me."

We settled into our booth and David asked if we wanted a wine to prepare our pallet and suggested a Spanish red wine to start. We agreed and he left to draw our wines. Micky sat closely next to me in the back of the booth; she found my hand and squeezed it. "Uncle Bob, I am glad you consented to have dinner with me tonight." Micky leaned into me planting an obviously intimate kiss on my lips. 

David returned with our wine, set them down on the table waiting for me to sniff and taste the wine for approval, with that formality complete, he asked if we wanted a menu. I looked at Micky before saying, "Micky knows the quality here; I will trust you to choose our dinner and appropriate wines." Micky agreed and David again left us.

"Micky, you have asked me about my work, tell me about you and your work. Really, I want to know about you." I placed my hand on her upper thigh and gave a squeeze. A very low ah escaped Micky's mouth from my touch and she covered my hand with hers. 

"Most people think I have a glamorous life running with the beautiful people and traveling the globe. I cannot begin to tell them how false that image is. I have not had a relationship since high school and live out of a suitcase calling some hotel somewhere my home. Yeah, I've earned enough money to retire right now but that isn't what I want. I want to relax and enjoy life for a while, take a couple years off. I want to sleep in the same bed every night not some bed dozens have already used. I want a hug when I am happy, a hug when I am sad, and a hug for any reason." I took my cue and hugged Micky to me feeling a woman not my mourning niece. We looked into the other's eyes before dissolving into a very warm kiss. We both knew where we were headed and we had no qualms.

David served us an excellent dinner of Spanish shellfish prepared several ways. There were more raw servings than cooked and several flavors of dips for seasoning. Each serving came with a different wine that complemented the taste of each serving. I cannot remember having a better meal, ever. This meal was not inexpensive and David wrote the whole cost off. 

I spoke to David before we left, "Leaving a tip would be an insult to your kindness, David. However, I want to make a contribution to a charity you represent." David accepted the offer and took my check for five hundred dollars saying he would use it to feed people at homeless shelters across town.

We drove back to the hotel and the traffic light gods turned all the lights green. "Micky, we don't have to call it a night right away. Come in for another drink." Micky smiled broadly and accepted the invitation. 

In the room, Micky dropped into one of the lounge chairs; I mixed our drinks and sat in the opposite chair. "It isn't easy saying good by; unless there is a hello that follows. Let me say hello, Micky, and let me say you don't have to say good by unless you want." I tipped my glass to her and drank deeply.

"Hello, Bob," Micky chimed leaving uncle unspoken. "Does your offer include tonight?" She drank deeply from her glass as well. 

The hour was closing in on 11:00 p.m., the wine and now our drinks were making us content and relaxed. "I have a clean T-shirt you can wear to sleep." We completed the over night sleeping negotiation and toasted the decision.

Micky mixed another drink for us and rather than returning to her chair, she snuggled into my lap. "Kiss me, Bob. Kiss me like you did in the restaurant." The warmth of her 23-year-old body against mine was no longer that of my niece, it was that of a woman who sought a man's affection. I recalled her restaurant lament about having no real lasting relationships and sleeping in beds dozens used before her. I twisted my body and brought my lips to hers, we locked in a passion filled kiss and embrace.

Our hands roamed the other's body feeling wantonness grow. Micky was young strong and firm in her breasts and butt. My hands tugged at her shirt pulling it over her head exposing her breasts encased in a tiny lace bra with a front clasp that popped open, fell away, and allowed beautifully firm and full breasts to fill my eyes. Micky tugged at my shirt, which joined hers on the floor.

We returned to our kiss letting our hands explore bare skin. It did not take long for me to begin fondling Micky's butt and up the inside of her thighs right up to their junction. My hand went higher to the snap and zipper of her jeans. Micky wiggled out of her pants without leaving my lap. Her panty was a matching lace to her bra and came off smoothly with her jeans. My sister's naked daughter sat on my lap begging my touch and kiss.

Micky fumbled with my button and zipper finally slipping off my lap to her knees between my legs. Quickly Micky freed my button and zipper to begin pulling my jeans and shorts off. I am not going to lie saying I am well endowed, yet I do measure up fairly well and Micky saw me naked and at full staff when my pants and shorts came off.

Micky gently caressed my cock and balls, pulling and massaging. She was tender and loving in her touch, stroking my length and using my natural lube to ease her hand movements. I was close-eyed when I sensed a warm moist breath on my cock followed by Micky's tongue licking at my dick head. Then her mouth closed over my cock and sucked. I warned her to be prepared because I was already primed and would cum soon. Micky stroked and sucked harder as if daring me to cum. With a loud gasp, I began filling her mouth. Every blast I ejaculated, she swallowed and only turned me loose after every drop found her warm mouth.

Micky moved to the bed and beckoned me. She was surprised and upset that I said no. I explained I did not want to take her on a bed where dozens of others had already spent themselves. I took her hand and sat her on the same chair I occupied. We kissed deeply before I began kissing down her body exploring her with my mouth and tongue.

I took time adoring her breasts, licking at her cute little belly button, before making my way to the perfect triangle at the center of her being. Micky was shaking, twitching, rotating her hips upward to my face, her scent filled my nose and her musk tasted sweet in my mouth. Her tiny love button perched openly awaiting some attention and I offered it a tiny lick before kissing and licking her thighs just below the open petals of her vagina. When I finally made direct contact on her awaiting pussy and clit, Micky exploded in a wet gush of cum. She stiffened, took a deep breath, held it a couple of seconds before screaming out an intense orgasm.

In a quick move, I slipped my cock into her still quaking pussy and that set off another orgasm. Her clamping muscles on my cock were tighter than vice grips. Micky slowly calmed down from two simultaneous orgasms before we began making love.

Our lovemaking lasted long, was sweet and natural, and very fulfilling. We did not change positions throughout the entire session and in the end, we came together locked in a kiss and embrace. We knew what we did was incest and we did not care. Our after glow lasted many minutes before we got in bed to sleep.

"Bob do you have to fly out tomorrow?" My ticket was as an open-ended bereavement flight and I knew I did not have to. Something in Micky's voice compelled me to answer, no.

"I can stay a couple days longer but I do have assignments waiting. Micky, what are you asking or expecting?" We lay face to face our lips almost touching, our bodies fully sated from our lovemaking.

"I want to be with you, Bob, with you everyday. It is wrong to love my uncle, yet love is what I'm suffering, for you. Don't jump to conclusions about being mom's brother, I want to take time off from modeling and be a woman for the man I love." Micky wrapped her arm around me and draped her leg over mine. "My bags are packed and in my car."

I pulled her body to mine; she felt my cock straining against her. Micky rolled me on my back and mounted me. We began slowly and before long Micky pounded her pubic bone against mine and ground her clit into me with total abandon. We both came hard. As Micky collapsed onto my chest, I told her, "I'll cancel the flight when we wake up."

It dawned on me as I drifted off to sleep, we just added our contribution to what dozens before us did. We slept in the same position we were in when our lovemaking ended and woke hours later.

When we woke, the scent of sex was strong and our bodies reeked of sweat and cum. There was nothing sexy about us and we did not pretend. "Maybe we should shower, Bob," Micky smiled. She had to peal herself from me and I had to peal myself from the sheets.

"You know, Micky, we did use the bed and added our contribution." Micky laughed standing at foot of the bed as I dragged sheets stuck to my back. Even sweaty, cum covered, and smelling bad, Micky was a sexy sight to gaze upon and I began to react.

We darted into the bathroom where Micky, very unceremoniously, sat on the toilet and peed. I took my turn after her. We took washcloths and liquid body soap into the shower. After adjusting the water temperature, Micky twisted the shower nob and the warm spray hit us; we stood under the spray for a long time before beginning to wash.

I massaged shampoo into Micky's hair as she stood with her back to me. Her beautiful butt rubbed against my cock in a provocative way, intentionally teasing me. I finished washing her hair and as she dipped her head under the shower spray, I bent at the knees giving my cock a clear path to her freshly washed pussy. With a push of my hips and a gasp from Micky, we joined at the hip a third time. We were in the shower much longer than I have ever been and after sex, we washed again. The hotel provided toothbrushes and toothpaste and Micky was able to take care of her oral hygiene.

I had my clothes in my suitcase; however, Micky did not have fresh clothes. "Bob, please go to my car and get my powder blue overnight bag. I need clean clothes." As I left for her bag, I heard the hotel hair dryer blowing her hair dry. 

Micky's car was far enough away that I had time to ponder the last day and a half. Yes, I buried my sister. Yes, I was the only remaining member of my nuclear family. Yes, I felt the loss of my parents and sister. Yes, I grieved. Yes, I fucked my beautiful niece three times. Yes, I planned to cancel my flight. Yes, I planned to let Micky be my lover. With all these yes answers, was I able to say, yes, Micky I love you too? Or, was I taking advantage of a young beautiful woman who was grieving as much as me.

"I ordered a light brunch for us, Bob. I'm guessing you are hungry as well." I acknowledged I was, kissed Micky, and thanked her for ordering. She took the bag and disappeared into the bathroom to dress. "I'll give you a show, but not the room service guy." Sure enough, room service arrived within a couple minutes. While I waited for Micky, I called the airline and canceled my return flight.

Micky's brunch was fruit, cheeses, and lean ham. We ate the healthy mix while talking about plans. "I need to get back to Nebraska by the end of the week, Micky. I have two important deadlines that cannot wait past next Monday. Are you really taking a leave from modeling?"

"I feel like people I love took a ride in the back seat while I made a name for myself. I wanted people to know me and since I was 16, seven years, I flaunted myself in front of cameras. I told you I have enough income from residuals and enough savings and investments to retire. I am not lying to you about love or about taking time off." There was sincerity in her voice that matched the sincerity my sister used. I could not imagine any way to fake the tone.

"Micky, you have three siblings. Aren't you concerned about them, shouldn't you spend time with them?" A sad look spread across Micky's face, she was on the verge of tears.

"I burned a few bridges, Bob. We are still family but it is going to take time to heal. You are the only one I did not try to escape from. Let me show you a picture." Micky showed me a well-worn picture of her as an infant held by her proud Uncle Bob. "Look at your eyes as you hold me, look. I always fanaticized about you holding me and yesterday I decided to go after what I want."

"I could have rejected your advances. Where would that have put you?"

Micky answered quickly, "You didn't reject me."

********** We decided that I would stay one more night and we would begin the long drive tomorrow. I made Micky take me to see her siblings asking her to start rebuilding relationships with them. We spent a tense afternoon and cried many tears. In the end, there were agreements to try being closer. We left our plans out of the conversation and avoided any appearance of our new status.

As evening approached, Micky drove us to the grave sight and we stood quietly. Micky wrapped her arms around me and sobbed some more. For that moment, we were Uncle Bob and niece again.




Uncle Bob & Micky



We had an early dinner in the hotel and returned to my room. With plans to start our drive tomorrow, I began packing leaving out my road clothes. Micky had traveling clothes in her overnight bag and we were set for the morning.

"Is it too early to go to bed, Bob," Micky asked in a sultry tone as she began pealing off her clothes. We quickly took care of toilet needs, finished undressing, and turned down bed covers. I was fully hard and I could tell Micky was ready, too. Her pussy glistened with her womanly moisture and her nipples swelled.

"No foreplay, fuck me." I took my position as Micky aligned me with her waiting love nest. I took her at her word and drove in hard to the hilt. Micky gasped, moaned, and drew her legs up. I hooked her legs with my arms and drew them higher giving my cock more pussy to fuck. I pounded into Micky with total abandon as she begged me for more. 

Micky had a powerful orgasm but I did not relent from my bruising pounding of her cunt. I was possessed by some sex demon that drove me on harder. Micky was a full player; she got the fucking she asked for. As a second orgasm took over mind and body, Micky begged me to cum with her. Her second orgasm was huge and she went limp as my cock expanded and contracted shooting her full of my thick fertilizer.

"Micky that was just plain raw fucking. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" I panted into her ear after the power of our orgasms subsided. I released her legs and they fell like sacks to the bed. I could not imagine how; however, I was still hard and still filling Micky's pussy.

"Bob, that was one hell of a bitch fuck! I loved it and I love you." Micky began kissing my neck and nibbling at my ear. I shifted slightly so we could kiss, kiss lover kisses. I slowly began moving my hips, sawing in and out of her cum drenched pussy. I wanted to make gentle love to Micky.

"It is a little late to ask after two nights of lustful cumming in you, are you protected." I did not break my slow lovemaking and did not actually care what the answer might be. I began realizing I was falling in love with my niece and if baby made three, then fine.

Micky looked me in the eye; I wondered if she saw my inner feelings. I wondered if she could see my growing love and acceptance of the consequences. "Make love to me Bob. All I want is your physical love, your emotional love, and your mental love. I want you in every way a woman wants a man. Maybe some day we will make a baby, but not now. Kiss me like you love me."

We made love very slowly, neither trying to orgasm nor avoiding it. "I see love in your eyes, Bob. Is that love for me? Tell me, please." I did not try to answer immediately; rather I continued the slow dance of love.

"Micky, if you see love in my eyes, then you see clearly. Yes, I love my niece and I am growing in love for a beautiful young woman." It was like flood waters bursting from a broken dam. Micky began to orgasm and cry at the same time. My emotions boiled over at her tears and her orgasm and I cried and came, too.

"If you said you were not protected, I was ready to bring our love child into the world." That set off another round of sobs. Micky sobbed herself to sleep and I drifted off into a sound and blissful slumber.

The scent of coffee drifted to my nose before I awoke and as I became conscious, I saw Micky in her naked glory smiling at me. "I am not very domestic, Bob. I never make coffee even for myself. Hopefully, I followed the directions."

"First thing, the coffee smells good. Second thing, smell means it is good. Third thing, even if it tastes bad, it is delivered by the sweetest vision I could ever hope to wake up to or wake up with." I accepted the offered cup and tasted. 

Micky looked apprehensive as I set the cup down and rose from the bed. I stepped in front of her, took her into a loving embrace and kissed her apprehension away. "Excellent coffee, made with love and accepted with love. I better drink it before it gets cold because you are making me hot."

We quickly showered, dressed, finished packing, and loaded the car. I settled the hotel charges and returned to the car. Micky sat on the passenger side telling me to drive a couple hours. "We can get something along the road when we take a break."

I started heading toward the interstate with Micky telling me shortcuts. When I80 came into view and we merged onto it, Micky took out her cell phone. "This is Micky Watson calling for David Jones." I heard only half the conversation, Micky's half. "David, there are a of loose ends with my mothers estate. I'm taking some time off, six month at least, maybe a year." 

I guessed David was her agent because the next couple of sentences from Micky made me understand the pressures she must experience as a photo model with high face recognition. "David, do you think I don't know how much you make in real dollars from your cut of my residuals, and, that you've enjoyed that cut since I was 16? I am not some brainless blonde with no clue. I have decided to take time off to rebuild family ties and don't care. You know, a client can fire an agent just as an agent can fire a client. What way do you want it?"

After a couple more minutes, the call ended. Micky made another call to her broker putting a hold on her assets blocking anyone from making deposits or withdrawals without her authorization. She made a similar call to her bank with the same instructions.

"Bob, that is the life I live, well lived. I hope you understand why I want to escape. The glamor only shows after the photographer prints the pictures." I explained some of deadline pressures and how I fought publishers. This helped explain I somewhat understood.

We rolled up on a large interstate rest area with a fast food restaurant on the border of Illinois and Iowa and stopped to have something as nutritious as fast food can produce. We took our food to a table where we sat side by side.

"Bob, can we make Council Bluffs tonight? I want to visit grandma and grandpa's graves." Micky snuggled up and whispered, "I need to talk to them for a few minutes." I wanted to pry what she needed to talk about; however, I hugged her, gave her a chaste kiss and said yes.

"It is about 400 miles to Council Bluffs and we will have to drive hard and take few breaks. But we can make it." With this new plan, we got back on the road. Micky slept for a couple hours and took over driving after a gas and bathroom break near Iowa City. "Watch out around Des Moines, I80 and I35 merge there and it is easy to get on the wrong road." I settled in the passenger seat for a little rest.

Micky's car gets good gas mileage even at highway speeds and she stopped for gas neat Atlantic. "We are just a little over an hour from Council Bluffs, we can stay at the Horseshoe and visit the graves tomorrow. York is another three to four hours further."

I started driving the last hour as Micky got on the phone again. "Horseshoe reservations, this is Micky Watson." Again, I was getting only half the conversation. "I need a suite tonight in Council Bluffs. ... That's right, tonight. ... Myself plus one. ... An hour maybe hour and a half. ... Just tonight."

"You want to explain," I quizzed. Micky smiled and simply said something about contractual privilege. As we approached the casino and hotel, Micky told me to follow a different route into the hotel, handed me a pass card, and told me to swipe it through the card reader at the private parking entrance.

As we parked, we were met by a Bell Captain, "Welcome Miss Watson your suite is ready and I will deliver your bags." We deposited the bags we needed on the ground, took the offered key card, and went to the private elevator. 

Micky clung to me tightly; I sensed a new emotion that must have something to do with being in Council Bluffs, the city where her mother and I grew up. "Bob, I love you. Tomorrow after I talk to grandma and grandpa, I will love you more. I promise!"

If it was possible, I pulled Micky closer. "You want to tell them about us and get them to intercede for you with me. Am I right?" This is as close to prying as I felt necessary; Micky's next move seemed to confirm my suspicions. She poked me hard in the ribs and smiled.

We arrived at our suite door where I scooped Micky into my arms to carry her across the threshold. Inside as the door closed, we kissed deeply with both passion and lust. We didn't break the kiss until the Bell Captain knocked with our bags. Micky made a point to tell the captain she was making a pleasure stop not business. I tipped him 50 dollars for two bags and he told us to enjoy our night.

"Micky, lets go to the fitness center for an hour to work out these road kinks then we can order a salad for dinner. I am feeling stiff."

"Bob, you are not stiff," Micky laughed as she rubbed her hand over my crotch. "But if you want to use the gym, lets change and go."

We had a jog on the treadmills and worked out some on the weight machines before doing some cool down stretches. We both felt refreshed and limbered when we returned to our room and jumped into the shower together. Micky took immediate notice of the only muscle that had gotten stiff after the gym, "I hope that muscle stays stiff all night long."

Micky bent to adjust the water giving me a perfect view of her pretty pussy and rosy red rectum. I was confused but decided on pussy. My cock slid in easily and Micky turned on the shower spray. Warm water cascaded down over us adding to the heat of our joined bodies. The shower is a fun place for sex, yet it does not allow for different positions. Our sex ended with a mutual orgasm and we both knew better sex would happen later in the king size bed. I was growing more in love with Micky.

Room service delivered our salad and soup dinner. We talked about visiting the graves tomorrow. "Micky, how private do you want your time at the graves tomorrow? I can stay in the car while you have your time alone."

Micky bowed her head for a moment then spoke, "I think I want you to hear everything. I want us there not you in the car waiting, together, lets tell them." 

Another brief silence then Micky spoke again, "Bob, tonight, please make love with me, cuddle me, kiss me, make me feel extra special."

It saddened me a bit to hear those words, was I not making love, was I not making her feel extra special? "Micky, you are special and wonderful, worthy of love and loving. I want you to tell me what you want and need to make you feel extra special. Are you afraid that I think of you as the model on the glossy pages of some magazine? You are not a trophy notch on my bedpost. You are my beautiful niece, my beautiful lover, and, when I am honest with myself, you are my love."

"That is a good start, a real good start. I want warm cuddling, sweet talk, and slow gentle sex with my lover. I want to spoon you and let you feel me. I want your baby in my belly someday and when that baby grows, I want you holding it and me forever."

I pulled Micky to her feet, wrapped her in my arms, and waltzed her to music only audible in our minds. She rested her head in my chest as I stroked her back. I kissed the top of her head and continued our slow waltz. My passion grew as strong as my cock grew hard. Yet, this was Micky's moment and her desire for tenderness. With all the restraint of a superman, I cuddled her and kissed her head making no moves overtly sexual except knowing she felt my hard cock against her stomach.

"Um, Bob, hug me tight, mold my body to yours. Dance me to the love seat so we can make out likes teens on a date." Micky lifted her head as she spoke and when she finished, I pulled her tightly against me, bent my head to kiss her lips. As I did, Micky moaned and pushed her hips against me. "You made me cum a little Bob," she sighed. "I like dancing to our own music and making love."

"I am a little out of practice making out," I smiled. We danced across the room to the love seat.

"I never had the teenage right of passage to make out with a boy. I was always in the spotlight, never allowed to be a young teen." The sound of dismay was clear in Micky's voice and I decided to give her make out session complete with boyish groping and a lot of teen 'if you loved me...' lines.

We were wearing the hotel supplied terry cloth robes since our shower and nothing else. It was not going to be easy playing a teen boy and girl with so little clothing on but I tried to get into the roll.

We sat on the love seat side by side, both knowing what was to come and both trying to be in character. "Micky, can I hold your hand, you are so pretty." I reached to touch her hand and tried to give her leg a touch.

"You can hold my hand, Bob, but you can't touch me like that." Micky gave me a shy smile and offered her hand. We sat in silence for a while.

"Micky, can I put my arm around your shoulder and hug you? You smell so nice." I was more than getting into the role; I was a teen boy again trying to seduce Micky. I let go of her hand and stretched my arm around her shoulder.

"Be careful, Bob, I told you no touching my private places." I pulled her tightly to me although we continued sitting side by side. After a couple minutes, I let my palm drift low over her chest trying to feel a little breast.

"I said no touching, Bobby. If you don't respect me, you can take me home." Damn, I was beginning to feel like a frustrated teen.

After some time, I asked for a kiss and bent my head to kiss Micky. My opposite arm went around her waist to draw her body to mine. As we kissed a clumsy teenage kiss, my arm around her waist drifted higher to her ribs under her arm. There was just the slight hint of breast under my wrist with Micky's breasts tight against my chest.

"That was a nice kiss, Bobby, do it again," spoke Micky softly. As I kissed her more deeply, she opened her mouth to me and with pensive movements, we touched tongues. My arm against her ribs slid more purposely to her soft firm breast. My hand touched her breast and a jolt of electricity shot through me. "I said no touching! Stop it!" Micky threw my arms and hands from her body and told me to take her home.

Time for the teenage love lines, "Micky, you know I love you. If you loved me, you would prove it. You are so pretty, I can't leave you alone."

Micky sat in a huff, cold and unresponsive. I got up in pretend anger and walked across the room to sit in another chair. "Take yourself home if that's what you want!"

Micky leapt to her feet smiling, giddy and happy. "Bob, that was perfect! I feel like a teen girl and you gave me such a wonderful moment. You can take me to my new home tomorrow."

"Come sit on my lap Micky, I need some more cuddles." Micky all but leapt onto my lap and settled in against me. We were arms and legs tangled in a snug cuddle with kissing and passion flowing. This was a real make out session that surely preceded our lovemaking.

Micky twisted her limber body until she sat with her legs on either side of mine. Facing me, she kissed me deeply while opening both her bathrobe and mine. Again, as a teen sitting in a car, she exposed herself to me and me to her. "Will it hurt me when you put it in?" Micky was trying to play the virgin and I played along.

"It might, Micky. Go slow." She wiggled her sweet butt higher on my lap, my cock touched her pussy, she was ready. Lifting a little higher, she made sure we were in the alignment then began lowering herself.

Panting and obviously wanting, Micky let herself drop taking me fully. "Oh no, Bobby, it doesn't hurt, it feels good. Do you really love me?" I didn't answer. "Bobby, tell me. Do you love me!"

I could not remain in character of a teenage boy any longer. I embraced Micky lovingly, tenderly, looked as deeply into her eyes as I could, "Yes, Micky. I do love you and want to make you happy tonight and for a million tomorrows. Not as a teenage boy trying to get a girl, but as a man in love with a sweet princess."

Micky came hotly as I called her my sweet princess. I cupped her butt with my hands, picked us up, still joined, and moved us to the bed. Only when we fell to the bed did we disconnect. I spooned Micky to me and we resumed making love, just as slowly as Micky said she wanted.

Micky began making stronger thrusts against me, her signal that she wanted more. I had no plans to do anything more than she wanted and began being more forceful with her. We built to a mutual orgasm of love, not just sex, and we both moaned and cried. "Thank you for a wonderful night, Bobby. I think you really do love me." We fell asleep in a lovers tangle.

Like our first morning together, the scent of coffee brought me to my senses this morning and my naked goddess Micky served it with a sweet kiss. "You made me feel like a teen last night Bob. It was wonderful to pretend with you." Micky slid close on the mattress and nestled against my chest as I drank coffee.

Micky's behavior was a little different this morning as her fingers lightly grazed against my skin playing little circles around my nipples down my torso and around my navel then lower to my cock. My cock was well on its way to proudly standing tall when Micky encircled it with her hand. "I want some of your special cream for my coffee," Micky breathed as she began working my cock, stroking it, and massaging it.

I set my mostly empty cup down as Micky shifted her weight to straddle my stomach. "My hot little milking machine wants to pull you in. Can I milk you this morning?" Micky lay on my chest as she worked getting me to the verge of penetration. Then she sat up and my cock plunged fully into her warm moist cunt. Micky's face glowed with pleasure, she moaned as her pubic bone and clit rubbed my root. 

As Micky slowly rocked her hips against me, she spoke softly, "I am so alive, Bob. I'm happy. I have my love and my lover. Love me, Bob. Please love me."

I pressed my fingers to my lips then pressed them against her. She kissed my fingers and I returned them to my lips. "Micky, since you were born I loved you. I held your tiny form in my arms and kissed my niece, kissed you. I held you to my heart and that was our first snuggle. How can I not love you now and not be in love with you, too?"

Micky began riding me with more enthusiasm as she begged me give her my essence. "Oh, god, Bob. I feel it; I'm cumming for you. Oh, god! Oh, god, grandma and grandpa, can you hear me cum?" Micky sat hard on me and her scream could shatter glass. I pushed hard against her and delivered my contribution to our union.

Our afterglow burned brightly as we snuggled and kissed. However, our plans for the day also included another four hours on the interstate after visiting the graves. We were content in our loving although we both knew we needed to get moving. 

With no ceremony, Micky jumped up, pulled me to the bathroom where we completed our morning toilet, showered, and finished our morning routines. As we dressed, Micky called the private bell captain to collect our bags. We met him in the garage near Micky's car. It was the same captain as last night and just as last night, I tipped him another fifty dollars and thanked him for taking care of us. Micky autographed a piece of poster art with her picture on it and told him to keep it, "Never know, could be worth something in another hundred years or so."

The cemetery was on the opposite side of town. We stopped to pick out some flower arrangements for their graves and drove to their gravesites. "Bob," Micky asked very concerned, "are we doing the right thing, I mean right thing being together?"

Standing at the graves, I held Micky's hand and answered. "No, we are not doing the right thing in the eyes of everything we ever learned about being family. Our last names are different and society doesn't need to know anything else. Let them think what they will about us, old guy and young well known beautiful model."




Uncle Bob & Micky



We arranged the flowers in the little vases next to their head stones. We lingered a little while longer before Micky asked me to seal our graveside visit with a kiss. "Didn't you have something to say to grandma and grandpa?"

Looking at me with a very contended smile, Micky said, "No, you already said it. Take me to my new home, Bob."

"I have an idea, Micky. Why don't I take us to our home." We left the cemetery and started the boring four-hour drive across Nebraska to York. We arrived late afternoon and began unpacking Micky's possessions.

"What about your apartment and furniture, Micky? Don't you have a lot more?" I presumed Micky had household goods and the normal collection people acquire.

Micky laughed, "I was a kept woman, the agency owns everything in their apartment. Now that string is broken and all I own is stuffed in the trunk and back seat. And, you know something, Bob, I have the one thing I have always needed, someone to give my love to completely, emotionally, and," Micky's tone became sultry and provocative when she added, "physically."

It did not take long for neighbors to learn that I now have someone living with me. When one of the older teens in the neighborhood discovered it was Micky Watson, talk really started. We showed up at the gym together, grocery shopped together, worked in the yard together. Neighbors saw that my appearance changed and that my continence was different.

No one wanted to believe our story that that I knew her from birth; we did not care, and did not change our stories. Of course, we were silent about being related. Micky reestablished herself in York and her agent continued pressuring her to come back to work and after six months, Micky took an offer that had her working in Omaha for a photo shoot advertising the nationally ranked zoo in Omaha. Then other Omaha clients wanted her to model for them. Finally, the NCAA College World Series gave her a huge contract for print and TV ads, it was a contract for a quarter million dollars.

Micky dropped a bomb after the college World Series gig. "Bob, I am not modeling any longer. I have something else I want to devote my time to, someone else I want to satisfy. And, I do not need an agent for him, for you. If I stop modeling, are you okay with that?"

"I take it, Micky, you have already pulled the plug. How did your agent take it?" I watched as Micky only smiled.

"He will survive, he is good at exploiting parents until girls get old enough to make their own choices, then he exploits them. I never fell completely under his spell and he knew it." It was a night for celebration in high order. 

We went to McDonald's for hamburgers, fries, and a shake then a stroll through the park. "Micky were you serious months ago about wanting to have a baby someday?"

The look on her face was a mixture of confusion at the question, and love of the thought. "I want to someday, yes."

We stopped to admire the fountain in the center of the park. "Don't the beads of water look like diamonds, Micky? I wish I could catch one and put it on your finger." Micky was even more confused but she soon realized what I meant.

"Diamond, put one on my finger? Bob, are you? You are serious." Micky locked me in a hug and we kissed, kissed deeper and more lovingly than ever. My passion grew and Micky felt it.

When Micky released me from her hug, I made it official by taking a little ring box from my pocket asking Micky to marry me. "Take me home, Bob. I want to say yes a few times." We scurried to the car and sped through town to our home. 

To my surprise, Micky said yes to me six times during the night. The final time came as the sun was just showing itself on the horizon. My sixth load of sperm was cocked and ready to shoot when Micky went completely stiff. An orgasm overtook her so strong that she stopped breathing for a few seconds before sucking in a deep breath a screaming yes, I'll marry you. I came with gusto I did not know I had.

We did not set a date because we had to reconcile ourselves with her siblings and her father. The siblings were easier than father was and even he finally accepted us and agreed to give the bride away with no hint of our incest. When the family accepted our decision, we set a date for a spring wedding, four months off.

Looking back on the sad day of my sister's burial has since become a happy day for Micky and I. I am not sure exactly; however, we believe our first baby was conceived on the anniversary of that date.

We now have two kids, a boy eight and a girl six. We probably will not have more but we will not stop making love everyday. Now at almost 35, Micky has returned to modeling to modern women with careers and children. Micky demands the shoots are near York, because, "my family needs me and my husband loves me."



Uncle Bob Ch. 01



Chapter 1 – Discoveries

"What are you watching, Uncle Bob?"

Shit! I grabbed for the remote, but the damned thing wouldn't respond. I knew I should have replaced the batteries sooner. 

Stacey was standing in the doorway in her short nightshirt, staring at the screen. On it, a big-tittied blonde was taking one guy's cock into her throat while some black guy was fucking her from behind with a dick that must have been a good nine inches long. I had the sound turned down so as not to wake her.

I realized that I was still holding my own dick in the other hand, and quickly tried to slip it back inside my pants. Stacey stepped into the room and plopped down beside me on the couch.

"Mommy won't let me watch porn at home. This looks real good. Can I watch it with you?"

"I – I …" I didn't know what to say.

"It's okay. You can jack off while you're watching if you like. I won't mind." She smiled at me sweetly, pulling her long, skinny legs up on the couch.

To be truthful, Stacey was the main reason I was sitting there, jerking off to a porn movie at nearly midnight. See, she's just eighteen, skinny and lithe, and heart-breakingly, dick-achingly pretty as only teenage girls can be. Whether she realizes it or not, and I'm sure she does, she's the most accomplished cock-teaser I have ever met. She runs around in tiny shorts or even tinier skirts over miniscule thong panties (I have looked, of course) and skimpy little tops. She has such a cute, innocent little face with a button nose and big baby-blues. Long, pale blonde hair that she ties up in little bunches. Skin so silky you could make stockings out of it. Whenever I have to baby-sit her – which is quite a lot of weekends because my asshole big brother, her dad, is seeing some new broad and her bitch of a mommy is trying to trap a new man, when they're not both working 24-7 – I tend to walk around with a boner you could use to drive nails in.

She's my fucking niece, for fuck's sake! And just a kid. I've known her since she was a baby. My bro and my sis trust me to look after her and protect her. And now when she's around, I fantasize about systematically fucking every little hole in her sweet little body. Am I depraved, or what?

So, this is really the biggest fuck-up in my entire fucked-up life. Stacey's sitting on the couch beside me in a little pink t-shirt top that just – only just – makes it past her hips, some cute pink socks and what appear to be little pink panties, which she's making no attempt to hide. 

And I was sitting there with a big pink boner in my stupid pink fist, watching a movie in which a hot blonde was getting a big dick pushed between her pink-lipsticked lips and another shoved into her wet pink pussy. Nobody would ever trust me with the little cutie again. 

The fucking remote still wouldn't work, but Stacey took it out of my hand, flipped it over, and waggled the batteries around, then turned the TV sound up. The guys were grunting and the girl was moaning and I was feeling very embarrassed. 

"Do you like girls with big boobies like that, Uncle Bob? I think they look a bit gross." 

Actually, no. I prefer skinny little teens with pert little titties and… and all that stuff, but I could hardly tell her that. Or, come to that, anyone. 

"Look, Stacey," I finally managed to say, "I'm sorry you have to see me like this. It's just not… appropriate. Look, you need to get back to bed and we both have to pretend like this never happened, or your Mom and Dad are gonna kill me – probably very slowly and painfully. Is that okay?"

"Sure," she said brightly with a sweet little smile. "Only, can I stay up and watch this with you for a while? See, I try to watch my dad's porn when he's out, but I've only been able to find two DVDs and I've watched them both. They suck; just fat guys with, like, moustaches and stuff and girls with huge fake titties. This looks much better." Then she gave me the soulful eyes – she knows I'm a sucker for that look. Shit, what was going on here? 

"Stacey, sweetie, I really don't think we should be doing this. Look, you should go to your room right now!" I tried to sound strong and resolute, but Stacey could see right through me. I was pretending I had a will of iron. Actually I had a rod of iron and a will of putty.

She turned the eyes toward me again. What was worse, she turned the little pink panties toward me as well, her legs lifted onto the couch with those long, smooth, skinny thighs open in a V in front of her, her feet tucked under. Oh my god! 

"It's okay, really, Uncle Bob. I won't tell a soul. I'll jerk you off while we're watching if you like?" Looking at her sweet smile, you could imagine she'd just suggested fixing us milk and cookies. And then she reached out and unfastened my pants.

My expression must have been a picture of confusion. On the one hand, I was terrified of what I was getting into here. On the other hand – actually, by now in her other hand – I had a rampant boner that I had always fantasized about using on my niece. Oh fuck, what was I going to do?

"Ooh, this is a nice one, Uncle Bob!" she said, looking at my dick like it was a pretty new toy for her to play with. "Not too small, not too big. And a nice shape. I like it." Like it was some new fashion accessory. She started stroking it up and down. 

I let out a moan. So did the big blonde on screen. 

Stacey looked up. "Ooh, now that's gotta smart!"

I dragged my eyes away from my view of Stacey stroking my cock to glance at the screen. The big black guy had now transferred his cock to the blonde's ass.

"Ricky says that all girls really enjoy anal sex, but I don't believe him. I can't see how having something that size shoved in your butt like that could feel good, can you, Uncle Bob? In fact, I think that guy would be too big even for my little cooze."

I could hardly comment, now could I?

"Uncle Bob. Have you ever – you know – put it in a girl's butt?"

Now, what sort of question was that for an eighteen-year-old to ask her uncle, even if she was jerking him off at the time? 

"I – I …" I decided it was best to change the subject. "Who's Ricky?"

"Oh, he's, like, this boy I know in school. We've been making out once or twice, but he's always wanting me to try new stuff, and I'm like, 'whoa, how's this gonna feel good for me?'" And while she was telling me this she was stroking my dick, spreading the pre-cum around. Whoa! 

"You've been… making out with him?" I felt a pang of jealousy, alongside the delightful sensations from my dick. "What… what have you been doing?"

"Oh, nothing much. He fingers me up and I jerk him off. Sometimes I suck his dick a bit. Trouble is, he's way big, so it's hard to keep my mouth open, and he keeps trying to shove it deeper when I'm not ready. Like, euch! And he keeps wanting to put it in me, but, like, I'm really not sure if I'm ready, or if I want it to be him. And now he's talking about anal all the time. So, Uncle Bob, you must know. How does it feel for a girl?" 

"Er – well – it depends…"

"I figured as much. But, like, you've done a girl 'up there' before, right? Did she like it?"

My mind was immediately filled with an image of Cheryl. We'd dated for around six months. She was a bitch but a great fuck, and she loved anal. I didn't have to beg her for it as I'd done with previous girls. She suggested it, offered it even. And she clearly loved it and got off on it. 

"I – I knew a girl once who really enjoyed it. One or two others – well, not so much."

That was just a slight understatement. Alice screamed when I stuck it in her ass, then she shouted at me for about an hour afterwards and left me two days later after a lot more shouting. Leanne made all the right noises while we were doing it, then told me she hated it and never wanted me to try it on her again. Chicks, eh?

"I could see how it might feel good if the guy wasn't too big, and he, like, stroked your pussy while he was doing it, but – I dunno. A boy'd have to spend like hours eating me out before I'd think about letting him do that." 

The whole time she had been stroking my cock, talking about blowjobs and pussy licking and anal sex. It was like I'd suddenly dropped through some sort of wormhole in the space-time continuum to a world where sick fuckers like me get to fuck whoever they like. My brain could barely believe it, even though my cock was totally convinced. 

Then the noise from the TV distracted us both for a moment. The blonde was now straddling the white guy and the black guy was reaming her ass, and abusing her loudly in this half-intelligible jive shit. (Why don't guys just shut the fuck up in porn movies and leave the dirty talk to the chicks? It always sounds better from a girl's mouth. Which reminded me…)

"Uncle Bob, this movie's made me real hot. Would it be okay with you if I touched myself too?"

Oh fuck! This was getting way out of control. I should – I should…

Without waiting for me to answer, she jumped up off the couch, pulled her panties down, and sort of snuggled in beside me like we were watching "the Simpsons" or something together. One hand went back to my cock, the other into her pussy, and I watched spellbound as her finger slid back and forth in her sweet little slit, the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair already glistening with her juices.

Her eyelids fluttered as her fingers found the spot. For a moment, I just watched like some stupid dumbass as my cute little niece stroked her pussy, right before my eyes. Then I could take no more – I had to act!

As I slid my hand across her smooth, concave little belly and under her own hand, she let out a little moan and leaned in against my shoulder. I turned to her, and she looked into my eyes, and then we kissed. 

I've kissed my niece on many occasions, held her close when she was frightened, kissed away her tears when she was devastated by her parents' divorce. Like all kids caught up in that spirit-mangling machine, she blamed herself. How could I tell her that her daddy was an asshole and her mommy was a bitch, and as two hot-shot lawyers, their main pleasure – apart from making shit-loads of money – seemed to be savaging each other in court?

But this kiss was different. It started as an 'I love you because you're my lovely niece' kiss, and slowly it transformed into an 'I think you're sweet and incredibly desirable, and I really, really want to fuck you' kiss. Totally appropriate for the situation – except the situation was totally inappropriate.

And she responded. Boy, how she responded. It was as if no-one had ever properly kissed her before, and she was moving into this kiss as if it was some magical new country she was longing to explore. Before long we were locked into a soft, delicate, sensuous and very erotically-charged exchange of lips and tongues. And all the while I could feel her slim little body responding to the touch of my fingers in her sweet, wet pussy, and her little delicate fingers gently stroking my throbbing dick.

When at last we separated, she looked at me wide-eyed. "Wow, Uncle Bob, that was way rad! No boy's ever kissed me like that before. Can we do it again, please?"

We did, and I changed hands so I could hold her while I played with her pussy. Her mouth was unlike any other that I remember kissing. Cheryl had been so hungry, Alice's kisses hard and rather cold, Leanne's absent and distracted. Stacey's kisses were unlike any others I'd experiences, so innocent and yet so sexual. Oh shit, I can't explain it. It was just like the oral equivalent of how I'd imagined taking a girl's virginity would feel – not that I'd ever had that privilege. 

This time when we broke, she suddenly jumped up, and I thought, "Shit, it's over!" But no, instead she pulled off her t-shirt in one smooth movement, leaving on only her little pink socks, and then she grabbed the TV remote so she could hit the OFF button. 

"Uncle Bob, we don't need that porno any more when you can kiss like you do. Would you – would you please lick me 'down there', Uncle Bob? I'm creaming like crazy and I like have to come sooo soon! I'll suck you off after, I promise!" Her tone was almost pleading, and this was the point where my resolve finally snapped.

Fuck morality, fuck responsibility, fuck my stupid brother and sister. All I really wanted to do was to fuck Stacey, or do as much with her achingly-sweet body as she would allow. If her dad ever found out, I was a dead man, so can't a dead man have fun?

I stood up and stripped off my t-shirt, pants and shorts in record time. I just held her for a moment before gently laying her down on the couch. 

She spread her legs and let out a long "Oooooooh!" as my mouth made contact with her sweet slit. And I mean sweet: smooth, silky, beautifully shaped, surrounded by the softest blonde curls, juicy and oh-so delicious. I went slow, using all of the skills I've learned over three failed relationships and a whole mess of one-night stands. But hey, Cheryl used to come like Old Faithful (quite literally; she would squirt all over me) when I spent some time eating her out, so I must've learned something. Every little gasp, every sweet little sigh that I extracted from Stacey's cute little mouth by licking at her cute little snatch was like music, and my boner throbbed even harder.

They say that guys should write the alphabet on a girl's pussy with their tongues. I used a Gothic font with serifs. Sometimes I went into bold type. Once or twice I underlined, then went back, rubbed it out and just penciled in lightly with italics.

When she came, it sounded to me like angels singing. She was pretty vocal, and I froze for a moment before I remembered I'd shut the windows when I put the porno on. I adored the way her slim little ass bounced up from the couch as she tried to shove her clit deeper into my mouth. And then her thighs clamped hard on my head and blocked out the angel-song for a chorus or two before she collapsed back onto the couch.

I gazed up the narrow expanse of her skinny, pale body, at her sweet, angelic little face, and was filled with tenderness for her. Then she said, "Uncle Bob, that was sooo fantastic! I came and came for like, ages! Can I please suck that nice big cock now? Pleeease?" And those big baby blues hit me hard, and the force of that blow hit me right in the crotch. 

She sat up and kissed me again. "Ooh – I can taste my pussy on your lips, naughty Uncle Bob!" And then she was on her knees and her sweet, soft lips made contact with the knob of my cock and I was like – okay, officer, slap the cuffs on me now, I confess!

She slowly rocked her head up and down on my cock, taking me just a little bit deeper each time. Then she looked up at me with those sweet, innocent eyes and THIS WAS UNREAL! I've seen all the 'just 18' websites, the amateur 'point-of-view' blow jobs, the cute 'audition' videos, and they can be hot, but when you're watching them you don't generally get the sensation of a hot, sweet and remarkably skilled mouth on your dick. When she slipped me out for a tip-to-balls-and-back-again lick, she smiled up at me and said, "Do you like that, Uncle Bob?" 

"You're – you're amazing, Stacey. How'd you learn – ah – to be so good?"

"Practice, Uncle Bob. I have sucked dick before, you know! And I've practiced on bananas and stuff. Hey, see what you think of this."

Then she opened wide and engulfed about half my cock, and then, to my amazement, kept going. I could feel the back of her throat. She slid up and down a few more times, from lips to throat, taking a large portion of my cock at each gulp.

"Like it, Uncle Bob?" she asked when she came up for air.

"Fantastic, Stacey. But I mean …"

"Hey, I haven't shown you the best bit yet!" she interrupted. She went back down on me, and with some hoarse, gagging noises, took me further. I couldn't believe it when that button nose nudged my pubes. Then she pulled back about halfway and did it again. Then again! And then, as she worked my cock head around in her throat, I felt her tongue come out and lick my balls. On the very edge, I looked down and saw her straining to look up at me. Those cute, innocent blue eyes met mine. And I came.

Not one of those short, dribbly little cums, you understand. It felt like the end of my dick exploded. I must've squirted maybe a quart of cum down that little girl's throat – that's what it felt like. And she just held on, still licking my balls until I was trembling with the release of so much orgasmic energy.

And when I finally pulled back, she grabbed hold of my dick and licked and sucked the end clean of cum. Well, that triggered another spurt and sensations on the verge of pain. She just smiled up at me. "Thank you, Uncle Bob," she said with this wise-ass grin, "I love the flavor of cum, but when a guy comes down my throat like that, I don't usually get to taste it much. Yours is yummy!"

Then she stood up and kissed me, now not so shyly, letting me taste my own cum on her lips. I held her so close, feeling her firm little titties pressed against my chest, her gorgeous skinny body so tiny, I felt my arms would go round her twice.

"Uncle Bob," she said softly in my ear. "Can we please go to your room now? I need to lie down for a while."

We collected up our clothes; I checked the DVD player was off and grabbed us some water, and we headed upstairs. She ran into my bedroom and jumped onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress. I was suddenly reminded of an eight-year-old Stacey bouncing on my bed, hitting me with a pillow at around seven in the morning and yelling to me to "Get up, Uncle Bob. I want to go to the beach!" And an even younger Stacey running into my room, squealing and terrified of a loud thunderstorm, falling asleep in my arms, sucking her thumb. 

And here was a very different Stacey. She was no longer in cute pajamas and holding a teddy-bear, being my innocent little niece that I just wanted to protect from all the shit that the world throws at kids. And it wasn't her thumb she'd just been sucking. But she still had that same 'naughty but nice' smile that had melted my heart, almost since I'd first cradled her in my arms when she was a new baby and I was just fifteen. Only now it was also stiffening my cock. 

Oh God, this is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! But then she said, "C'mon Uncle Bob. I need you to cuddle me for a while," and all I could do was climb onto the bed beside her.

Moments later she was resting in my arms, her beautiful, slender body pressed up close to me, her head on my shoulder. She was my lovely niece, who I'd doted on since she was tiny, who had confided in me, and cried on my shoulder when she was upset or hurt, who always let out a delighted shriek of "Uncle Bob!" and ran to hug me whenever I arrived. It often seemed to me that she was the only person in the world who was always pleased to see me.

Basically, Stacey's parents should never have had her. They're selfish, focused on 'success' as they see it – which means money and status above everything else. Privately I think of them as A and B – Asshole and Bitch – though I never admit this to Stacey. Me, I get by as what you might call a software geek, but I think relationships and people are more important than money.

Having said that, my relationships have all gone pretty pear-shaped – except for Stacey. She'd call me nearly every day to tell me about what she did at school. She used to show me the presents her parents had given her – to make up for the lack of love, I felt. And it was to me she had turned when she found out about the divorce. I remember holding her close as she sobbed and sobbed. "Please, Uncle Bob, please say you'll always be there for me?" she begged. How could I not be? I loved her.




Uncle Bob Ch. 01



So what was this? Was I now defiling the only beautiful thing in my life? Or was this a new and exciting stage in our relationship. I didn't know, and I was in no hurry to analyze it. I was living for the exquisite moment. I gently kissed her closed eyelids, and she smiled up at me.

"Uncle Bob? Y'know how I said I've been making out with Ricky and stuff? Well, you see, I've never really done that much with him. I sucked him off once or twice, but he's too big to go into my throat like you do. Did you like that?" Her smile was so bright, feeling that she'd done something good and almost begging for praise.

"Stacey, that was the best – the very best – blow job I have ever had. And I really mean that." I did. The expression of pure joy on her face was almost heartbreaking.

"Oh Uncle Bob, I'm so pleased! Can I – can I ask you something else?"

"Sure Stacey, my sweet. Anything." I was really enjoying this close intimacy.

"Only, you see, I don't want to give my cherry to Ricky. He's so full of attitude. I sorta know that if I let him he'll call me a slut and if I don't he'll call me a bitch. Why should I give my cherry to someone who disrespects me like that, huh?" She did a little Homer Simpson look as if to say that if the boy was so stupid he didn't deserve her. 

I agreed. "That's right, Stacey. You should save it for someone who respects you, preferably someone you love and someone who loves you back."

"That's just what I thought, Uncle Bob. So please, Uncle Bob, can I give you my cherry?"

My heart gave a jolt – as did my cock, which the little teaser had just started stroking again.

"Stacey – I …"

" 'Cuz you see, I love you, Uncle Bob, and I know you love me, and you'd never hurt me or brag about what we did or try to make me do anything I didn't want to. And I know you'll be gentle and make it feel good, and I want my first time to be special. So will you, please?" 

So just when I thought I couldn't get any more depraved, my teenage niece, who had recently given me the best freaking deep-throat blow job of my entire sorry existence was now asking – no, begging – me to take her virginity.

It was about then that my cock finally took over and got me to abandon all moral and rational thought. "Sure, Stacey," I said – I think there was a tremble in my voice – "I'd be proud to."

"Oh Uncle Bob!" she shrieked, throwing her arms around me and kissing me passionately. You'd have thought I'd just told her I'd bought her a car for her birthday.

Then her face became a little more serious. "Only, I'm afraid you're gonna have to wear a condom, 'cuz, like, I'm not fixed yet."

"No problem, sweetie," I said, and reached into the bedside drawer to extract the condoms and lube I keep there. It was only then that it occurred to me how this must look – a ready supply for any girl I might bring home to fuck, but Stacey seemed not to notice. 

"I don't think you'll need the lube, Uncle Bob. I'm very wet. Here." She took my hand and pressed my fingers into her sweet snatch. She was wet all right - like a reservoir.

Then she grabbed one of the condoms and tore the foil off, looked at me, smiled, and slipped the tip between her teeth. 

When we had first started making out, Cheryl sometimes put a condom on me with her mouth. It felt good. With Stacey, it was terrific. How she had learned the technique I didn't want to know, but the sensation of having this hot wetness creeping along my dick as the rubber unrolled was delicious. 

Then she dropped back onto the mattress beside me and opened her slim thighs wide. I just stared. How could I slide my cock into that perfect pinkness? It was just too pure, just too innocent, just too …

"I'd like you to fuck me in missionary if that's okay, Uncle Bob? I just want to look into your eyes when I feel your cock inside me."

Oh this was too much. "I'd like you to fuck me." Just like that. What was I going to do?

What I was going to do was what she'd asked me to do. But first, I reached down and gently stroked her pussy. I love it when a girl tilts her head back, opens her mouth, and closes her eyes. It says that I've hit the spot. A little more of this and she was moaning softly. When I slid a finger inside her, she gasped. I nearly gasped too – she was so tight, I thought I'd probed her asshole instead of her pussy. I didn't find, and hadn't expected, a hymen – I understand most girls have lost them by the age of sixteen from riding bikes or horses, or perhaps a bit later from experiments with vibrators or fingers. I teased around, seeking out the g-spot, trying to get her ready for me. Eventually I was able to get two fingers inside, though it was difficult, got my thumb on her clit and started Uncle Bob's patent 'come-hither' action that seems to get them going every time.

After a very short time she gasped, "Oh Uncle Bob, I'm going to come very soon. Please do it now." Her eyes were bright and pleading. What else could I do?

I gently removed my fingers and slipped between those lovely thighs.

"Gently, please, Uncle Bob," she said, softly.

"I couldn't do it any other way with you, Stacey, my sweet," I replied.

I lined up my cock-head with her entrance and pushed gently. She gasped a little, and I bent down and kissed her. As she relaxed a little, I pressed a little harder, but found some strong resistance. She let out a little cry, but I knew I had to keep going. She was really wet, and open really wide, but even so, it was very difficult to get in. I'd never had the opportunity to relieve a girl of her virginity before, so unsurprisingly, Stacey's was the tightest little pussy I'd ever tried to enter.

I'd rested most of my weight on one elbow so I could stroke her hair with my other hand, and I kept kissing her softly and watching her face for signs of distress. Her eyes kept looking into mine, silently pleading for me to go in, but also for it not to hurt her any more. I was torn. I kissed her softly, then whispered, "Relax, my sweet baby. It's going to be beautiful. Just open and let me inside." 

Slowly, so slowly, she opened for me. Her cute little face screwed up a little as I stretched her for the first time, but I knew I couldn't stop. If I did, she'd probably clamp up tight and we'd never make it.

She looked so sweet, so vulnerable, pinned there beneath me as I slowly, gently impaled her on my cock, but apart from some little gasps and squeaks, she didn't complain. And we finally did make it; slowly, slowly, a little in, a little out, at little bit further in, until we reached that magic point where our bodies met and she had all of me. When she realized that we were over the worst and I was in her to the hilt, her face lit up with one of her sexy little smiles, and she hugged me hard.

"Oh, Uncle Bob, we did it! I'm – I'm not a virgin any more. You're way inside me, and my cooze feels so full up and it – it feels good, and it doesn't hurt any more. You were so gentle, Uncle Bob."

We kissed a lot more, and she held me, and we stayed like that, me buried to the hilt in her oh-so-tight pussy for maybe a minute or so. Then I said, "Are you ready for some more, Stacey?"

"I think so Uncle Bob," she replied. "Just go slow, please." Her eyes were bright and excited.

So I settled into position, then slowly eased back, watching her face as she experienced the unfamiliar sensations for the first time. A slow, long withdrawal at first, then an equally slow slide back in, gradually getting a little faster as she relaxed more around my cock. Then I changed the angle, angling to rub her g-spot with my cock head, which seemed to work okay.

I changed position a little, rising up and trying some CAT – the famous 'coital alignment technique.' I find some girls really get off on the friction of my cock on their clit, especially when their g-spot isn't so sensitive, even though the penetration is less. Stacey seemed to enjoy everything I was doing, and was getting off on the naughtiness of what she was doing.

I have to admit, holding back inside Stacey was probably the toughest thing I'd ever had to do in bed until then. It wasn't just her tightness, though that was something else. It was the fact that I was fucking not just a beautiful teenager – a fantasy that sits about number two on my "would love to do" list, just after fucking a short list of celebrities – but that this wasn't any teenager. This was my niece, who I'd loved and protected and, more recently, lusted after. Short of sticking my cock into Gwynneth Paltrow's ass and having her talk dirty to me – c'mon guys, who hasn't been there in their heads? – I couldn't imagine anything more raunchy.

But the number one priority now was to get Stacey to come before I did. If I could give her an orgasm during her first ever fuck, she would not only be better off than most of the women on the Earth, but she may just let me do it again with her. Which at this moment was my highest ambition.

The CAT and the g-spot work were doing okay, but she wasn't going to come like that – at least, not this first time. So another shift of my weight, and I sneaked my hand in between us and got my thumb on her clit. Her little gasp told me that this was both unexpected and welcome.

Soon she was bringing her hips up to meet me, and my thrusts were getting faster and more urgent. I was going to blow any second. I could tell she was close, but I was racing her to the edge and I was afraid I might win. I leaned forward and whispered, "Come for me now, Stacey baby. Come around my cock. Come for your horny Uncle Bob. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeezing me hard while you're cumming. Take it baby, take it my sweet. Take it now."

"Uncle Bob – I'm – I'm so near. Not quite …"

I took a chance. "Open your hot, wet pussy, Stacey. Swallow my big cock like a good little girl. Fuck yourself on my dick. Let it fuck you hard and deep."

I felt the first spasm, gripping me so hard I thought it would squeeze my cum out of my ass. It had worked – a bit of dirty talk was all she needed to go over the edge and into that swirling whirlpool of orgasm. Like I said, Stacey likes to make a lot of noise when she comes, and she hollered and squeaked and squealed like a dirty little angel. And after about twenty nanoseconds I was doing the same, only in a lower register, as her throbbing little cooze milked my cock so hard that I filled that condom with as much spunk as my over-taxed balls could summon up.

We held each other until we'd both come down from our orgasmic cloud, gently kissing, both of us grinning like idiots. When I finally, reluctantly pulled out of her, it was mostly to stop the condom from sliding off inside her. I rolled over onto my back and she immediately moved on top of me and covered me in kisses.

"Uncle Bob, that was soooo rad! Thank you. It felt real good and I came so hard." She kissed me again. Then she reached down and pulled off the wet rubber, holding it up and admiring the contents.

"Hey, looks like you came pretty good too!" Then she did something I've only ever seen in porn movies; she picked up the used condom and poured the contents into her mouth, sticking out her tongue to show me the white puddle before swallowing it. "Mmmm! Delicious!" she giggled. "I just love the taste of your cum." Then she slid down to my crotch and took my cock in her mouth, licking and sucking the rest of the cum from off my now softened dick. I was astonished and delighted.

Then she shimmied back up my body and snuggled down against me. She'd done this so many times before as a child, seeking the warmth, comfort and loving reassurance of being close to her favorite uncle, especially during the dark days of the divorce, around six years ago. In those days, I'd occasionally let her sleep alongside me, as a parent would with a distressed child, and loved the feel her trusting closeness. She was the beautiful daughter I would probably never have, and, as she often told me, her best friend in all the world.

And now here she was, lying naked on top of me, cum dribbling out of her mouth – my cum – and smiling like the cat that got the cream. Our relationship had taken a new, exciting and somewhat scary turn. As we drifted off to sleep in each others' arms, I just couldn't help wondering where it might go next.

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Many thanks to my patient editors, CopperSkink and "L'Angelo Mysterioso", for your invaluable help with this. Chapter 2 on its way very soon!



Uncle Bob Ch. 02



Thanks to everyone who wrote such nice things about Chapter 1 and demanded Chapter 2, and again to copperskink for the excellent editing. I hope you enjoy it as much as Chapter 1, and it whets the appetite for Chapter 3...

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To boldly go...

I can't think of a better way for a guy to wake up than with his dick fully surrounded by a girl's hot, wet mouth. I suppose that it might be just possible, if you had a boner in your sleep, to wake up with it inside a girl's hot, wet pussy, but I always think that my dick is even more sensitive when it's still soft, and the sensations of hardening in a girl's mouth are hard to beat - and easy to beat off on when you remember them!

So there I was, waking slowly to a world where Stacey was not only now my lover as well as my niece, but one where she was already sucking me hard after the first night of our 'new relationship'. In a few short hours, our love had moved from familial to deeply carnal, to get all Latin, and I was hanging on for the exquisite ride.

I looked down to see her cute, mischievous face looking up at me from dick level. All I could think of to say was "Good morning, Stacey."

I watched as my thickening cock slowly emerged from her sweet mouth. "Good morning, Uncle Bob," she said, smiling sweetly. "How d'you like your wake-up call?"

"It sure beats the hell out of an alarm clock."

"Like some more?"

"Sure, but I'd like some liquid breakfast to go with it. Do you have any for me?"

"Coming right up, Uncle Bob," she said, shimmying around, and moments later I was enjoying a big slice of pussy pie while she hardened me up nicely in her throat.

Now I dunno about you, but 69 can be great or it can suck -- if you'll excuse the intentional pun. I mean, on the one hand, you don't get to focus fully on your pleasure or hers, her tongue is the wrong side of your cock to really do the business and it's almost impossible to rim her. But on the other hand, it's a great way to get both of you simmering along nicely. You get a lot of lovely sensations, and a fabulous view. I've had -- and given - really good orgasms in 69, but to me it's like a great plate of smoked salmon; sometimes a meal in itself, but usually best as an appetizer for the main course.

It seems like Stacey felt the same, because after she'd given me the benefit of her precocious young throat for a minute or two, she slipped off me, spun around and straddled me. God, she's so pretty! I was looking up at a sweet, sexy, raunchy little angel, with her legs spread across me, holding my dick in one hand and fitting a condom with the other before pointing the rubber-clad invader straight at her holiest of holes.

"I hope I can do this properly, Uncle Bob. Will you help me, please?" Does the Pope shit in the woods? (I may have mixed my metaphors there somewhere).

I held her bony little hips and guided her as she slowly sank down on my cock. Her face was a mask of concentration and perhaps a little discomfort, but after maybe a minute of a so-so-slow descent, she was resting on my hips, and her smile returned.

"Gotcha, Uncle Bob! Now I got all of you!" It was almost like we were playing hide and seek. She'd just hidden my cock in.... oooh!

The up-stroke was even better than the descent; tight and sucking like drawing liquid up into a syringe. So tight, so hot, and all the while I was looking at every schoolboy's (and dirty old man's) wet dream, looking down at me with a sweet innocent face and a delicate little body. I think I deserve a prize for not shooting my load then and there.

One hand moved to one of her firm little titties, the other to her clit, and soon we were riding together, with her rising and falling, moaning and mewing, and me just doing the best I could to please my darling and not come too soon. By a Herculean effort, I managed to delay my orgasm until after I felt her first spasms, but it was very hard. (Both the act and my dick, that is). By the end she was rising and falling on me in a rhythm driven by her own need, the hunger for my dick on her g-spot, opening her and plunging deep in that dance that men and women have danced since the dawn of time. She just wanted to be fucked, and I really wanted to fuck her.

After our post-coital cuddle, which I found that I enjoyed almost as much as the act of fucking her, she said "Lets clean up and go the mall! We can get breakfast there, and we can buy some stuff and have some fun!" And she was off, into the shower.

I joined her, relishing the feel of her body as I soaped her all over, and her soft, delicate touch as she returned the compliment. We kissed under the streaming water, and I could have fucked her again if she hadn't slapped me playfully and told me "Later! My cooze is a little sore and it needs a rest for a while." So we toweled each other dry, and hugged and kissed and laughed and giggled some more, and then we got dressed.

Actually, in Stacey's case, this is not quite accurate. What Stacey did next was put on what I would describe as an incitement to riot. The outfit was all matching, cream and red plaid, like a 'sleazy schoolgirl' set. A tiny pleated skirt, a tight little cropped top, little ankle socks and -- get this -- a red plaid choker with a little silver padlock in the middle.

"Stacey, you can't go out in that! People will think..." Actually, people would think 'that poor girl, being dressed up and paraded around like that by that sick pervert.' "People might get the wrong impression," I finished, lamely.

"Don't be silly, Uncle Bob. I wear this outfit all the time and no-one says anything."

My thought was 'Probably because the guys are too busy drooling and the women are speechless', but short of saying 'you look like a child prostitute', I couldn't dissuade her from wearing the outfit. For my part, I dressed conservatively in t-shirt and jeans, and tried to look like her uncle taking her out for a treat, rather than some old perv with a Lolita.

Stacey didn't make it any easier for me. In the diner, she sat up on a stool and half the guys sitting round the room tried to look up her skirt. (The other half were probably gay or very short sighted.) When we'd finished our coffees and muffins, we set off toward some 'young-fashion' stores she wanted to visit, and I watched as just about every young guy in the place turned round to look at her, and a lot of the older ones tried to do so more subtly. She seemed blissfully unaware, linking arms with me and almost skipping along. I'd rarely seen her more happy, and on the one hand I was really happy for her. And on the other, I was worried that someone might call the cops any minute.

The first store we went into sold clothes every bit as outrageous as the ones she was wearing. I sat outside the changing room as she appeared in a whole sequence of provocative outfits, posing for me as if she was hoping my pants would burst open from the sheer pressure of my overtaxed boner. "Stacey, where do you think you can wear that?" I sighed in a mixture of exasperation and extreme erotic frustration as she appeared in some semi-goth outfit which was slashed in so many places that it exposed ten times as much flesh as it covered. 

She leaned close. "In our bedroom, silly!" she said softly. "I can see what it's doing to you, and I want to do it some more!" She giggled, and I nearly came at the sound.

She bought about a dozen items on her card. "Mommy pays the bills and never seems to look too hard at what I spend it on." I was glad I didn't have to pay for it, as the total was a couple of hundred bucks, but I imagined the possible 'fashion shows' back at my place, and what might happen afterwards, and... and if I thought much more about that, I'd have to explain a large wet stain in my pants.

After two more stops for more clothes and some accessories and make-up, I was carrying maybe a dozen bags for my niece. We left the mall, but instead of heading for the car, she turned left and went into a store that was on the outside of the building. It was an 'adult superstore'.

The guy behind the desk made no pretence of hiding his direct, leering, lustful looks in the direction of my niece. I felt like going over and punching him, but Stacey grabbed my arm and smiled up at me in her 'sweet and naughty' way. "Uncle Bob, I want to buy some stuff in here, but I don't want it on my card statement, or Mommy really will ask questions. If I choose what we need, can you pay for it on yours?"

"Sure honey. Let me help you." I was intrigued by what an 18-year-old almost-virgin was going to buy in a sex-supermarket.

"No Uncle Bob, I want it to be a surprise. Would you mind just looking over the porn DVDs while I get the stuff and take it to the checkout?"

I had no idea what the little minx had in mind, but I was happy for her to surprise me at home. So I browsed the titles and kept one eye on the guy at the counter as Stacey shopped. There were several 'just 18' and 'barely legal' titles, with 'actresses' rejoicing under names like 'Little Cinderella' and 'Lil Bit More'. None of them looked as cute or raunchy as my Stacey. Shit, if I didn't get home soon, my pants would explode!

Stacey called me over to the checkout, and the guy gave me a look that seemed to say 'are you really fucking her, you dirty old man? Why don't you just stand there, if you can, while a real man gives her what she needs?' I ignored his mixture of lust and contempt, and passed him my card. After completing the transaction, wordlessly, I picked up the small, anonymous tote-bag, which seemed to contain quite a few 'goodies', and with Stacey again on my arm, carried the mass of shopping to the car and placed it carefully in the trunk. Then we put the top down and drove off with the wind blowing Stacey's long blonde hair out behind us.

Halfway home, she suddenly unbuttoned her top and flung it in the back. "Pull off here, Uncle Bob!" she yelled over the wind noise, and not wishing to disappoint, I drove off down the dirt-track she'd indicated and into a small stand of trees. 

No sooner had the car stopped than she had my pants undone and my cock in her mouth. She slurped and sucked for -- ooh, must have been all of thirty seconds -- before I came.

"I could see you had a huge boner, Uncle Bob. I couldn't let you suffer any longer, could I?" she grinned, a little trail of cum dribbling down her chin and onto her sweet tits. "Now it's my turn!"

With that, she lifted her butt off the seat, pulled down her tiny white panties, and then climbed into the back of the car. "Lunch time, Uncle Bob. Come and get it!" she shrieked as she flopped down in the back seat, her legs spread wide and her skirt around her waist. 

I slipped out of my pants and climbed in the back with her, making a nose dive into that tasty little muff. I didn't lift my head until she'd stopped trying to pull my hair out by the roots and scare off all the local the birds and critters with what sounded like a series of Red Indian war cries. My face was so wet that I guess she must have squirted.

"Oh Uncle Bob, that was soooo rad! Oh, you make me come like -- like, forever!"

Given her uninhibited vocal expression, I thought it best to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible before anyone else came, so I slipped back into my pants, jumped back in the front and drove off as quickly as I could. In the mirror I could see Stacey, still naked from choker to waistband and wearing not a lot below that. 

"Stacey, baby. Please put your top back on and pull that skirt down. I don't want the cops pulling us over." 

We got home without further incident, and jumped together into the shower again to remove the sexual fluids we were both wearing like perfume. Then she sent me down to fix some food, while she got ready for our afternoon and evening entertainment.

I'd just got us some pasta and salad, and I was opening a bottle of wine when Stacey appeared. She had on the goth outfit -- a black mesh top with nothing underneath, a tiny black skirt with a ragged hem that zigzagged up and down, and some seriously spiked long black boots. It was topped off with a black spiky dog collar and a black cap, a bit like a cop's, that sat jauntily on top of her soft blonde hair and framed her face in a very sexy manner. The make-up was extreme, with a range of dark colors and thick black mascara around her eyes, and heavy dark lipstick. I had to be careful not to drool over the food.

"Is this naughty enough, Uncle Bob?" she said, her hands demurely behind her back and a 'butter wouldn't melt' expression on her sweet face.

"I think you'd be naughty enough in a nun's outfit" I said, and instantly regretted the image this conjured up in my depraved brain.

"Good. 'Cos after we've eaten, I want to get very naughty!"

I didn't enquire further, as I felt she wanted to surprise me. She insisted I pour her some wine, even though she was under age, which she drank like it was root beer. Over our meal she did an infuriating mixture of demure and raunchy. After nearly half an hour of this teasing, I was getting so uncomfortable in my pants that I had to adjust myself several times.

I cleared away, and we finished the wine. I could tell that she wasn't used to it, and was more than a little drunk. Then she stood up, and carefully paraded around me, posing and slinking and driving me absolutely insane. Then she climbed up on the chair and onto the table, and paraded back and forth.

"See anything you like, Uncle Bob?"

Well firstly, the skirt covered very little to start with. And she wasn't wearing panties, so I had a superb view of her pussy. And it seemed that she'd shaved it, because those soft blonde curls were gone, and there was just a pink, pouting slit looking down at me. But as she turned around, I saw what for me was the final straw -- the end of a black butt-plug in her skinny little ass. Holy fucking fuck!

"Stacey -- I -- I mean..." I had been reduced to a gibbering moron.

"Only my cooze is still a little bit sore, so I thought about what we said last night, and I wondered whether -- well -- if you might be the best guy to take my other cherry. What do you think, Uncle Bob?"

When she turned back to face me, her usual pretty smile had a more wicked tinge to it, probably brought on by the unaccustomed booze. "See, I thought about what we said when we were watching the porno, and I was, like, this is so the right thing to do! 'Cuz you see, Ricky just wants to use me, but you -- well you're so different, Uncle Bob. And I want someone who's done it before to show me how it's done. And I know you won't hurt me, 'cuz you didn't when you took my other cherry, and that was so cool!" She gave a little shriek, as if the memory of her -- our -- behavior last night had given her a new thrill, tottered on her spike heels and almost fell off the table. I caught her, helped her back down and held her loosely in my arms.

"You see, I'm all ready for you," she smiled up at me. "I got these like douche things from the sex-store, and I cleaned up real good. I'm all lubed-up and I put this plug in, so I, like, stretched the hole. It hurt a little bit, and felt way weird but so, so naughty at the same time. So can we do it, Uncle Bob?" Her eagerness was palpable.

This was totally unreal and completely depraved and -- totally irresistible. As I said, I've often had to beg to fuck a girl up the ass -- sometimes just to fuck her at all. I've never had a girl beg me to fuck her up the ass. Well, only in that dream about Gwynneth Paltrow...

I did think about reasoning with her, telling her she was still young, that she'd been a virgin only yesterday and this was way too fast. And then I thought 'fuck it! If I don't do it now, when she's begging me to do it, it'll hurt her feelings, and she'll go and give it to some little piece of shit who doesn't deserve her and will probably hurt her, physically and emotionally. And I'll also miss out on the erotic experience of a lifetime.

"OK, Stacey, but promise me you'll stop me if it hurts?"

"I promise Uncle Bob. But I know you wouldn't hurt me. So -- can we do it now?" She was really excited and fizzing in a drunken sort of way. Neither of us could stop now even if we'd wanted to.

"Let's go to the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable there," I suggested.

"Cool!" she said. "And can we, like, set up a mirror and maybe your video camera? It's so naughty and I'd like to see us actually, like, doing it. It's gonna be so cool to watch your cock going in my butt!"

I've always found that the first qualification for anal sex is a rock-hard dick. If you're a little soft it just won't go in, unless the girl is experienced and very relaxed. Stacey's attitude, plus watching her cute little ass wiggling around the butt-plug as we went upstairs, certainly did it for me.

The second qualification is a really motivated girl, with a clean, well-lubed and stretched asshole. It normally takes me about thirty minutes to an hour to prepare a girl for this, and that's after she's cleaned up. Firstly a massage and a lot of pussy play to get her relaxed and sufficiently horny, then loosening her up gently using fingers, beads and a plug and about half a pint of lube. Seems that Stacey was sufficiently motivated to have done that job for me, but I still made sure I had lots of lube on hand -- in my experience, there's never too much.

The third qualification is gentleness and patience. My advice to any guy who thinks he can just shove it in is to get a big dildo and try it on yourself. Then, when you've stopped screaming and wiped the tears from your eyes, you'll know how important this step is. Brute force was never my style. With Stacey, I'd rather have my balls held in a vise and rubbed down with a cheese-grater than hurt that little girl, so while my dick was twitching to feel the squeeze, my instincts were as always to take -- it -- slooow.

I set up the mirror so that Stacey could pose and prance and get herself even hotter. As I'd looked up her skirt coming upstairs -- c'mon, she insisted! -- I could see that she was so wet that her upper thighs were glistening. The girl was tripping out on hormones, and it was my duty to keep this trip going as long as possible. So while she flounced around, flicking her skirt up, bending over and looking between her legs, pushing her nipples through the holes in her top, I got my camera and tripod and set it up with the little screen pointing in the same direction as the action so I could check we were in shot. (I once made a two-hour porn movie which turned out to comprise of not much more that two pairs of feet). After getting a few minutes of Stacey's show, I angled it to include most of the bed. After that distraction, I had to rejoin the action...

I put my arms around her from behind, and caressed her tits through her mesh top, feeling and tweaking the nipples the way I'd discovered she really liked. When my hand snaked down across her smooth, silky stomach and towards the waistband of her saucy little skirt, slung very low on her hips, she sighed and pressed her hard little butt back against me. I could feel the end of the butt-plug rubbing just above my crotch. All the while she looked at her image in the mirror, posing for the camera that stood beside it. She was acting the porn star -- much better than most girls I've seen in porn movies.

My hand drifted lower, over the scratchy skirt fabric and onto the silky skin of her inner thigh. She let out a soft moan as my hand moved upwards. The skin of her pussy lips was, if anything, even silkier, and very, very wet. Within moments she was grinding her pussy against my hand, forcing her lips to part around my insistent fingers, moaning out loud as I found and teased her clit. Soon she'd coated my hand in enough pussy juice for me to jack off with.




Uncle Bob Ch. 02



But that wasn't where I was going. My other hand reached down to her butt, stroked her ass cheeks, slipped a finger into her slit from behind and wet up a finger. Then I started to pull on the end of the plug, which was tight inside her tightest hole. I heard her catch her breath, felt her brace herself a little to allow me to slide the plug out. But it wasn't easy. Butt plugs are shaped with a long cone to allow gentler entry, but the curved surface at the back is to stop it slipping out, not to make it easier. The pull on Stacey's tight little ring must have been pretty strong, because she winced and gasped. Thanks to the lube, it slowly began to slip out, while Stacey made little "Oh! Oh! Oh!" noises.

When I'd got the plug about halfway out, and her little hole was stretched about as wide as it would go, she made a few little whimpering noises. "It's OK, baby. If it's too painful, I can take it right out. We don't need to do this."

"No Uncle Bob, it smarts a little but it's cool. I really want to do it. It just feels way dirty, it makes me so hot just thinking about it."

"OK sweetie. I'm just gonna use the plug to loosen you up a little. You tell me if it hurts or if you want to stop."

She turned and kissed me. "Uncle Bob, just keep doing what you need to do. If I want you to stop I'll just yell 'whoa!' If I make like little noises and stuff, don't worry. I know it's gonna feel like weird and it's maybe gonna hurt a little, but I so have to do this now. Oooh, and your fingers in my pussy make me feel way hot!"

I kissed her again, then slowly slipped the plug a little further out, and just as slowly back in. She made a little moaning noise, but following her instructions, I continued. I repeated the in-out action with the plug another dozen times, making sure the thickest part passed back and forward through her tight sphincter, loosening, stretching, softening her up. As I was doing it, she twisted around so she was sideways on to the mirror and the camera and could watch me slowly fucking her ass with the plug. And all the while, my other hand stroked her clit, keeping her pussy simmering nicely.

Then I pulled the plug out and inspected the empty hole, making sure it was stretched and open. I placed the plug on the night-stand, and picked up one of the condoms I'd left there. Stacey saw what I was doing and said "Oooh, please, let me!"

She took the condom out of my hand, tore off the wrapper and used her mouth to put the rubber on my cock again. She also took the opportunity to push me right into her throat and do her trick with her tongue on my balls, turning her head and eyes as much as she could to the side to check how she looked in the mirror. I had to concentrate quite hard on a mental image of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out to stop from shooting my load.

When she came up for air, Stacey smiled wickedly. Her eyes shone, though her mascara had run a little. "This is way cool, Uncle Bob. It all feels so slutty and dirty. We're making a real hot porno movie! And now," she turned to look straight at the camera, "you're gonna fuck my tight, slutty little asshole with that nice big cock." She turned back to me and gave me the sweetest smile, as if she was looking for me to reward her with an ice cream soda for doing her homework. Hearing her talk dirty like that made me unbelievably horny.

So how should I play this? I needed to fill that little hole soon, before it closed too much. I needed to make sure she was relaxed and in the right frame of mind. I had to keep her pussy on the boil so that any pain she felt in her ass was balanced by the pleasure she was feeling through her clit. But most of all, I needed to get the mood right. If I said the wrong thing, she might lose it and clamp up. If I got the mood too right, the sheer insane fucking raunchiness would tip me over the edge way before Stacey was ready.

I experimented. "Ok, my little slut-princess. On the bed with your ass in the air so I can fuck your little asshole!"

It seemed to work. She gave me a look of delighted outrage and almost bounded onto the bed, shedding her cap and insane little skirt on the way, kneeling with her legs apart, her ass upwards and her head down on a pillow, looking at herself in the mirror. Un-prompted, she reached behind herself and pulled her ass-cheeks apart again, this time for me. I grabbed the lube and squirted a thick trail along my cock, spreading it out with one hand while I used the camera remote to zoom in a bit closer to Stacey's new position. Then I climbed up onto the bed and squatted over her, smearing a thick coat of lube around and into her slowly-closing little hole, making her shriek with the cold contact. And then I carefully inserted the tip of my cock, took a hold of her skinny little hips, and pushed.

I expected a gasp, maybe a moan. The plaintive little whimpers that came from Stacey's sweet mouth almost stopped me in my tracks. I was hurting my little girl! I was... I was... I was doing what she'd asked me to do. And she hadn't said 'whoa!' yet.

So I kept on pushing against and into the incredible tightness of Stacey's little ass. And she pulled her cheeks apart, and whimpered and moaned and gasped. But me, heartless bastard that I was, just kept going. Finally, the head of my cock popped through and she closed around my shaft. Fuck! I was really doing this! I was actually fucking Stacey up the ass!

"Oh Uncle Bob. Your dick feels so big in my ass! Oh it hurts, it hurts Uncle Bob! My little ass is sooo tight and your dick is sooo huge." But she didn't say 'whoa!', so I took this as part of her play and kept pushing slowly, agonizingly in.

Once we were locked together with about half of my cock inside her, and I felt sure that the back-pressure of her tight rectum wouldn't shove me back out again, I stopped pushing and reached around and grabbed hold of her pussy. She was so wet I almost couldn't get a grip! When my finger stroked her clit, she let out a long moan. Good, this was beginning to work.

I slowly eased back, perhaps half of the length I had inside her, then slid a little further in. Gently rocking a little deeper, a little deeper, a little...

"Whoa!" 

I stopped dead. What had I done? 

"Please, not so deep, Uncle Bob. It hurts a little... when you push in deep... like that. Just a little bit less. Please?"

Whew! "Sorry, baby. Is it OK as long as I don't go too deep."

"Sure. Feels good." Her voice sounded a little tense, as if she was straining to get the words out. I could understand how she felt.

Actually, how she felt to me was incredibly tight around my cock. And her skin was so smooth against mine, and her hard little body felt so... I had to bite my lip and think of George Dubya to stop myself coming.

Slowly I pulled back, until I was almost out, tugging on that tight ring until she gave some more little mewing cries. Then slowly I slid it back in, not quite so deep this time; then back again, gradually building up the speed and a rhythm that carried my cock like a piston from just inside her tight ring to about two-thirds in. All the while I rubbed her clit, praying that I would be able to hold back long enough for her to come before I shot my load -- something that I felt would happen very soon.

After about a minute of the most exquisite ass-fucking I had ever enjoyed, I felt her beginning to push back to meet my thrusts. After about another minute, she was pushing back enough that my hips met her ass-cheeks on each thrust. She seemed to have got over the discomfort of her initial tightness and her ass was opening enough to take me to the hilt.

My hand was glued to her liquid pussy, and I watched her slim body moving, undulating as we fucked. Stacey's eyes were glued to mirror, and after a little while she said "Oh! What are you doing, Uncle Bob?" in a rather plaintive, child-like, almost surprised tone. At first I thought I'd done something wrong again, maybe pressed too deep. Then I realized what she wanted.

"I'm -- I'm fucking your ass, Stacey. I'm fucking your tight, sweet little ass." If the words were what Stacey needed to tip her over, they were sure as hell pushing me toward the same destination. All the while I was thinking 'Hold on, Bob! Think of Dubya! Don't shoot yet!'

"Uncle Bob. That's so naughty, so dirty! Why... why are you doing it to me?"

Oh shit! Help me now, Dubya! "Because... because you're... you're a dirty little girl, Stacey. And dirty girls have to... have to take it up the ass." Oh God, I can't do much more of this!

"Oh Uncle Bob. I am I dirty girl? Am I... am I a slut, Uncle Bob?"

"Stacey. You're... you're a dirty little slut... who likes to be fucked up the ass... just like she loves it... up her cunt. You need a big cock... in your ass... to teach you a lesson. Take my cock... up your ass... you hot little slut... you... OH FUCK!"

Dubya had failed me; I came. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I started pumping my load into the condom. And I'd failed her! In trying to talk dirty and take her into the storm, I'd been carried off myself.

But just then I felt an answering spasm, and her tight little tunnel throbbed for me. Suddenly my ears were full of those thrilling little cries that made my own orgasm even stronger. Together we sang an orgasmic duet as her pussy juices flooded my hand and my own juices filled the rubber.

I collapsed sideways onto the mattress, pulling a yelping Stacey with me. We lay there for a few moments as our orgasms subsided, then we both burst out laughing. Stacey turned her head and kissed me.

"Thank you, Uncle Bob. That was... that was unreal! And Uncle Bob? You didn't really mean it, did you?"

"Mean what?"

"About -- about me being a -- a dirty little slut. I'm not really, am I?"

"Only in the nicest possible way, Stacey. Only in the sense that when you want to be, you can be so naughty, and sex with you is the best; the absolute best. You're my little slut princess. And I love you. But then you knew that anyway." My arms encircled her.

"Oh, Uncle Bob, you're so cool! I love you, and I love what you do to me. I think Ricky was right -- I really loved feeling your dick in my butt." She giggled delightfully. "Guess that makes me a slut after all, Uncle Bob."

She wriggled off my cock, turned around and lay down on top of me, kissing me and nuzzling her cheek against mine. Then she looked up with a puzzled expression in her face. "Hey Uncle Bob, you've like, put your cock in all my holes now. Does that mean we've done everything?"

I laughed. "Stacey, it just means we've started everything. You've been so good and so hot and so naughty, and I really shouldn't have done all those things to you, but I enjoyed them and you enjoyed them so -- so what the hell? But for God's sake don't tell anyone what we did! And we just need to do more of those things, and try them in different ways."

"What kind of ways?" She gave me a look that showed the sort of eagerness and innocence that got my cock hardening once again.

"Well, changing things around. Doing it in different places..."

"Like in the car today?"

"Yeah, like that, but more. You know, different rooms in the house, outdoors, maybe..."

"Maybe in, like, a movie theater, or -- or in a restaurant?"

"Stacey, you'll get me arrested. But yeah, in different places, and wearing different clothes..."

"Yeah, cool. I forgot I bought those other outfits. We should try them. And what else?"

"Well, then there's different positions -- you on top, me on top, doggy, cowgirl, missionary, you know. Then there's using toys and mirrors and tying each other up..."

"Hey! So you could, like, tie me up and spank me and stick your dick in my butt and I could scream and struggle but I couldn't stop you and I'd have to take every inch. And stuff like that?"

Jesus H Christ! That girl could say things that would make my cock go from putty to rebar in 5 seconds flat!

"Yeah -- yeah and stuff like that." I didn't trust myself to say any more.

"Oh Uncle Bob, I was so frightened that we'd done everything and all we could do now is the same all over, but that sounds cool. So how about I get some more lube in my butt-hole and then try on another one of those slutty outfits I bought?"

I could only nod dumbly, my cock twitching in time, and wonder what the fuck I was doing -- and how much longer God would let me keep doing it before I got struck by lightning or thrown in jail.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Uncle Bob Ch. 03



I've had lots of requests for Chapter 3, and I have 2 excuses for the long delay in publishing it. Firstly, life got in the way. Secondly, my editor, the venerable Copperskink, is such a hard task-master, and made me re-write bits. (Actually, I think it's a lot better now, so thanks a million, Vic).

So in this chapter, things start to get a little bit complicated for our horny uncle and his insatiable niece... Enjoy (and that's an order!)

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Chapter 3 - Sunday Morning

The next morning, I woke up with Stacey still asleep. I went downstairs, fixed us breakfast and took it up to the bedroom on a tray. Stacey opened her eyes dreamily.

"Hey, Uncle Bob. Good morning."

"Good morning, sweetie. How did you sleep?"

"After my butt-hole got back to its normal shape, pretty good thanks. How about you?"

I set the tray down by the bedside. "Well, my balls are still aching. I couldn't believe I could come so many times." After our first ass-fucking, she had insisted we repeat the exercise with her on top and a vibrator on her clit. Amazingly, she came twice before I did -- though I'm sure that was only because my balls were pretty dry by then. A quick visit to the bathroom and then she got me to lick her out -- she came again -- and then she sucked me off before we both cleaned up and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

Stacey giggled. "Oh Uncle Bob, I think they're gonna ache a lot more. Now you've shown me how good sex is, I keep, like, wanting more and more. But first, this breakfast looks way yummy. Is that fresh orange juice? Hey, awesome!"

We ate, and kissed and hugged a little, and she put some boysenberry jam on her nipples which I duly licked off -- and kept licking long after all the jam was gone. I could have gone straight to fucking her, but I thought I'd take it a little slower, so I turned her over and gave her one of Bob's patent back-rubs.

Now these back-rubs have, on many occasions, induced feelings of well-being and increasing levels of lust in the ladies who have received them -- shit; let's just say it gets the girls horny. True, one or two have fallen asleep, but that depends on the circumstances and the techniques. Some stroking, fingernail-work and what I think is called 'petrossage', applied to the right parts of the body and mixed with some tongue-work seems to do the job pretty well on most gals.

Stacey was no exception. I started on her shoulders, kissing and licking the back of her neck as I ran my palms across her back and my fingernails down the backs of her arms. 

"Ooh, Uncle Bob! That makes me go all tingly!" she giggled.

I teased the insides of her elbows, first with my nails and then with my tongue, blowing gently on the wet skin. Then back up her arms and shoulders, down across her back in light, even strokes, then tracing her spine with my tongue, breathing on the wet skin. I gently stroked her ass-cheeks, dipping my tongue to lick between them and at her perineum. She moaned softly.

I continued down her thighs, all the while just enjoying the softness of her skin, the young tightness of her body. I licked and stroked her inner thighs, and every little gasp and moan made my cock harder. I teased the backs of her knees with my mouth while I slid my hands under her legs, stroking her shins, the fronts of her knees and her thighs. I dipped lower, teasing and sucking her toes, making her giggle and squirm with the tickling. Then slowly up again, homing in, leaving wet trails with my tongue along the insides of her thighs.

When I finally made contact with her pussy, she was wet. But I pulled back, turned her over, and kept away from that little cleft, instead keeping up the soft sweeps across her concave stomach, her prominent hip-bones, and smooth, slender thighs, all the while slipping in a few long strokes of the tongue on that silky skin.

By now, her eyes were closed, and she was cupping and stroking her tiny, sweet titties. I knew that she would be very wet when I finally made contact. And she was. I slowly homed in, tantalizing right at the tops of her thighs and over that sweet mound above her slit, spiraling inwards, teasing the outer lips and tasting the juices already flowing there. I edged ever closer to her darker-pink slit, slowly, slowly teasing, lapping, tracing outlines with my tongue. Finally, I gently probed that delightful pink valley, starting at its rim and pressing only a little deeper with each pass along its length.

My slow progress towards the delicious liquid feast that was spread out before me required every ounce of my patience. For Stacey, it was exquisite torment. My palms held her thighs wide apart as she moaned and squealed and wriggled and pushed to make me go deeper in, more quickly. But I held back, tantalizing, teasing every millimeter of the way. When my tongue finally traced the cleft between her neat, rose-pink inner lips, she let out a sweet, intensely erotic cry.

She moaned and sighed and squealed and gasped a lot more as I traced every soft contour with my tongue, pecked at the soft flesh gently with my lips, even grazed the sensitive surfaces with my teeth. I rimmed and probed her tight little butt-hole, I lapped at the nectar flowing generously from her hot, fragrant vagina. I traced every little crinkle and curve, lapping, sucking, probing deeply, fucking her with my tongue. But I stayed back, away from the one spot that most craved attention. Until I was ready.

When I surprised her with a swift, soft stroke up and under the clitoral hood, her hips bucked so violently that her pubic bone nearly socked me in the mouth. But I held her down with my hands on that silky skin on the insides of her thighs and returned to my feast, lapping, tasting, but always tantalizing. And every few moments, a surprise lick, occasionally a soft suck, on that sweet, sweet rosebud of a clit..

At last, Stacey could take my teasing no longer. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands, forcing her pussy up against my mouth, spreading her thighs wide to maximize the contact between my mouth and her most sensitive areas.

And she screamed. I mean, it was a cry like I've never heard a girl make before -- at least not in bed with me. It was beautiful and scary at the same time. Recognizing it as a sign of extreme release, I kept on -- in fact, Stacey's hands in my hair wouldn't let me do anything else. And that first high-pitched burst of sound was followed by more squeals and cries and moans and gasps and noises that just didn't sound human.

After nearly a minute of clutching at each other, I finally emerged from between her thighs. She was literally sobbing, reaching for each breath. Her body seemed to be trembling from the intensity of her climax. Her face had that post-orgasmic aura that makes all women in that state look more beautiful -- and she was gorgeous to start with.

As for me, my face was covered in her juices. Her orgasm had been so intense that she had gushed all over my chin as I sucked and licked her clitoris. My hair must have looked pretty strange, as she'd sunk her hands into it, trying to force my face harder onto her open pussy. But I was smiling, as I'd just done something pretty special for someone who was pretty special.

I slid up the bed, reaching for a tissue to wipe my face before settling down beside her. Her chest was still heaving with the exertion of her orgasm, and she turned to me and opened her eyes dreamily, like someone just coming down from some glorious drug trip. To me, she had never looked more beautiful. I took her in my arms and she lazily snuggled up against me.

"Uncle Bob", she said at last, dreamily. "That was -- awesome! Truly, truly awesome! I've never come so hard for so long. That was way, way -- awesome!"

Her experience hadn't improved her vocabulary, but what the fuck? She loved what I'd done, and that was cool by me.

We stayed like that while she slowly drifted down from her orgasmic peak. Then she reached down and took hold of my cock, still semi hard from the thrill of eating her sweet pussy, and looked up with one of her naughty little smiles.

"Hey, Uncle Bob. It's, like, so your turn. Where do you want to put this? I think my butthole is still a little sore from last night, but my cooze is nice and juicy, or I can, like, suck you off again."

I was instantly hard. I looked down at the glistening pink skin around her pussy, and knew what I wanted more than anything. She saw where I was looking and her grin widened.

"I know what you want!" she said in a sort of sing-song voice like she was in the school yard. She shuffled back onto the bed, placed her hands on the insides of her knees and opened her slim thighs so wide that they were almost flat on the bed. She lifted her head to have a look at her pussy, gaping wide open, wet and pink. She looked up at me and saw I was looking in the same place.

"Do you like my pussy, Uncle Bob? Would you -- would you like to -- to fuck it, Uncle Bob?" She said the word with a sort of child-like emphasis as if she knew it was a word she shouldn't use but she wanted to be naughty.

Fuck, I wanted to be naughty too. I wanted to stick my dick in that sweet hole and, and... "Stacey, baby, I'd love to."

I reached out for a condom from the bedside.

"Uncle Bob? Could we, like, do it, like -- without -- the condom? Only -- only..."

"Stacey, I can't. If I come inside you I could make you pregnant, and that would ruin everything."

"No, Uncle Bob. Couldn't you just, like, pull out before you shoot your load and give it to me like in the porno movies? I so wanna see you shoot your cum all over me. That would be awesome."

"Stacey, if I do that, I don't think I'll last long enough inside you to make you come."

"That's okay, Uncle Bob. I just came like sooo hard that I don't think I can come again for like - forever. So, like, this is just for you. Is that cool?"

So I was faced with quite a choice: get the feel of a delicious hot, wet, silky, tight pussy around my cock, skin to skin, and run the risk that I'd lose control and come inside her, or -- oh fuck it, it wasn't really a choice at all.

I scuttled across the bed and shimmied between her legs, placing my arms on either side of her. She still held her knees wide apart, and I was mesmerized by that pink wet slit and that inviting little pink, shiny hole. I hovered my dick just inches above it, wanting to savor the moment a little longer.

Stacey looked up at me with a serious expression on her face. "Uncle Bob, I'm like, wide open for you now. Are you gonna stick your dick inside me? I wanna see it go in. I wanna feel it. It feels so awesome when you -- when you fuck me, Uncle Bob. I so wanna feel the skin of your dick opening up my cooze."

How the fuck was I gonna last ten seconds with Stacey talking to me like this? The touch of her wet pussy against my cock as I moved lower was so luscious that I knew that this had to be fast and furious. As the head of my cock pressed into the entrance of her tight little cunt, I closed my eyes and conjured up a picture of Dubya at his most inane. My desperate lust eased back a notch. "Raise the pie higher, put food on your families," Dubya said in my head. 

"Fuck me Uncle Bob -- fuck me hard" Stacey said in my ear. "Don't tease, Uncle Bob. Stick that nice, big cock inside me." My lust ramped back up a further notch and a half. Fuck! This was just impossible!

'Okay, okay' I thought. 'Just go for it!'

So I did. I slid my cock into Stacey's slick, wet, juicy, hot, silky, ever-so-tight little teenage cunt as slowly and as gently and as deeply as I could. It was, as Stacey would have said, awesome. She was still almost as tight as the first time I'd fucked her, not thirty-six hours earlier, but her nervousness was gone and she was more relaxed, plus I now had direct contact of skin on wet, silky skin, without the rubber. And she rose up to meet me, pushing her pussy toward me.

"Oh, yes, yes!" she was gasping, "fill me, Uncle Bob, fill me up with cock. Fuck me sooo deep!"

I opened my eyes -- I hadn't dared look at her so far for fear of shooting my load on entry - and she was in that 'sexual rapture' position, head thrown back, eyes half closed, mouth open. I guessed that most of it was from the excitement of the situation and the fact that she was, well, coming down from coming. I couldn't imagine that one thrust of my cock could do all that.

Once again I closed my eyes and called on Dubya. "We're making the right decisions to bring the solution to an end," he gabbled. "A person is just another opinion," he opined. "Our nation must come together to unite," he waffled. And all the while his inane expression was there, behind my eyes, willing me not to lose it, to keep thrusting and -- and keep thrusting.

And sweet fucking Jesus it felt glorious. You see, a tight, virgin cunt or asshole is gonna feel great under any circumstances, especially when you're watching and feeling and hearing its oh-so-pretty little owner wriggling and gasping and moaning as you give and receive pleasure. But felt from the inside of a rubber tube, sex is -- well, a bit rubbery. Skin-on-skin is where it's really at, and this was skin on such amazing skin that it was like losing my virginity all over again. Except that time, I lasted for less than one complete thrust, and fortunately I was wearing a rubber, or else I'd be a mother-fucking daddy instead of a niece-fucking uncle by now.

"Stacey, baby" I gasped, after barely a minute of some of the most divine fucking I've ever felt, "I dunno how long I can last. Your sweet little c... your tight little pussy is making it... really hard... not to come..."

"Oooh, Uncle Bob, it feels so good. I love the feeling of your cock inside my cooze. Oooh it's so big! Oh, fuck me harder...."

"Stacey! Please! If you keep... saying things like that.... I'm gonna come really soon..."

I bent forward and pressed my mouth to hers, hoping that the kiss would be less of a trigger to my oh-so-near orgasm than her words. My eyes closed again, and there was good ol' Dubya. "You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test." Cool -- I could last another few seconds. "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?" I was learning -- learning to control my impulses. Maybe another thirty seconds before I blew my load. "One of the great things about books is sometimes there are some fantastic pictures." I had to avoid the fantastic pictures in my head -- the ones of my cute, sexy niece, her skinny, smooth little body spread-eagled under me, massaging my cock deep inside her juicy, wet, little cunt....

OH FUCK!

I pulled my hips back and up as rapidly as I could. Just in time, my cock swung into position above her belly-button and unleashed a thick stream of off-white goo all over her titties. As my body felt the overwhelming onrush of a huge orgasm, I hollowed my back and the next spurt arced higher, landing on her sweet face, across her lips and her open mouth. Even as the third and fourth spasms shot forth more sticky cum, she raised herself on her elbows, positioning her face to receive the bursts. My God, my cute niece was playing the porn star -- and the performance merited an Oscar!

I think there are few sights more sexy than a pretty face covered with cum. That's why almost every porn shoot has to end with a facial, and why there are so many websites dedicated to that particular image. Only, it's even better when the face is heartbreakingly sweet and pretty, and it's smiling up at you, and it's your cum that's all over it.

"Oh Uncle Bob, that was, like, awesome! You were shooting cum all over me for like, ages, and it's all thick and gooey and like..." she licked her lips "real yummy too! Hey, how do I look? Is it, like, way porno?"

"Stacey, you look beautiful and very, very sexy!"

"Yeah, but like, is it way sexy in a slutty sort of way?"

Fuck. "Stacey, like I said yesterday, when you want to be, you're my slut princess. Is that what you want?"

"Oh yeah, that's so cool! Hey..." 

She sat up and turned so she could see her reflection more clearly in the mirror we'd arranged at the bedside last night. 

"Way to go, Uncle Bob! I look way porno with cum all over my face and my boobies and leaking out of my mouth and stuff! Hey, next time, can we, like, do it with the video on?"

I was amazed at the transformation in my sweet, previously innocent little darling. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I lay down on her skinny little body and hugged her hard, kissing her hungrily. I got my cum smeared all over my face and body, and some in my mouth, but hey, it's good to share.

"Uncle Bob -- I love you so much. You're so sweet." She said, smiling up at me when at last I broke the kiss.

Hmmm -- sweet? A guy who fucks his niece -- including up the ass -- and covers her delicate, silky skin in thick blobs of cum doesn't sound sweet to me. But hey, I wasn't about to argue with my slut-princess.

Everything seemed pretty good -- amazing, in fact. I'd had a weekend of some of the best sex ever with someone I loved deeply -- even though not previously in that way. We still had a lot of the day ahead of us, and a secret relationship which, if we could keep it a secret, could give us both a lot of pleasure in the future.

I gave her another kiss, then I got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. I looked out of the window, and the world looked really good. There was not a cloud in the sky. The sun was shining, the birds were singing -- even the flowers in my front yard were looking pretty -- thanks to Stacey watering them after I'd forgotten.

And there was a black Porsche 911 with the top down, cruising up the street towards my house. With Dolores at the wheel. Stacey's mom.

There are certain moments in your life when you think, "Oh fuck -- I'm dead." This was definitely one of them. In fewer than two minutes, Dolores would be ringing my door bell. What would she find? Let's see...

Firstly, there's her eighteen-year-old daughter in my bed, naked and covered with cum. My cum.

Then there's my bedroom, littered with discarded clothes, used condoms, a butt-plug, a tube of lube -- y'know, stuff... Oh, and a breakfast tray for two people.

Then there's Stacey's room. Bed un-slept-in, and on the bed a bunch of very unsuitable, very slutty-looking clothes and a bag full of goodies from the sex store.

Downstairs, in the kitchen, last night's dinner things, including an empty wine bottle and a wineglass with slutty-red lipstick marks to show I'd been giving Stacey alcohol, and that she had been inappropriately made-up at the time.

And in the lounge, a hard-core DVD by the TV and a video camera still hooked up, ready to re-show the epic porno of me fucking Dolores' daughter up the ass. Twice.

So I had fewer than two minutes to save my sorry ass. And Stacey's. Fuck!

So, where could I take Dolores when I opened the door for her? Certainly not upstairs. The kitchen was the least bad place, but she could see straight through to the lounge and would spot the camera and DVD box with her lawyer's eagle eyes.

And even if we avoided that, there would be the conversation. "Hi, Robert" she would say. She always called me by my full name. "What have you been doing all morning?" It was nearly eleven.

"Oh, you know, not a lot. Just eating your daughter's pussy, fucking her bareback and spraying her with cum. You know -- the usual." Hmmm.

I'm not really the best guy in a crisis, but for a moment time seemed to stand still, and my mind free-wheeled. Where to take her? Nowhere in the house was suitable. Hey, the pool-deck! If I could get her outside, that would stop her seeing the evidence. And I could pretend we'd been at the pool all morning.




Uncle Bob Ch. 03



In a flash I turned to Stacey, still lying in her dreamy, cum-covered condition. My dick gave an involuntary twitch at the sheer raunchiness of the sight.

"Stacey, sweetie. Don't panic, but your mom's here."

"Mom! Oh my God!" she shrieked, jumping up.

"Stacey. Listen carefully. What you have to do is get everything that shows what we've been doing and throw it all in the laundry chest. Then go to your room, throw all of your new purchases in the closet and get in the shower. Come down to the pool in a bikini and carrying a towel and a magazine. Your mom needs to think we've been in the pool all morning. OK?"

Stacey looked terrified, but she nodded.

"Now do it quick. I have to get downstairs sorted and get your mom out to the pool."

I grabbed a pair of swim shorts and pulled them on, threw a towel around my neck and picked up the breakfast tray. I went downstairs at a run, put the tray down briefly and shoved the video camera and the DVD box behind the TV. Then out to the pool deck, breakfast tray on a table, towel on a chair. Back into the kitchen, wine bottle in the trash, glasses in the dishwasher (wiping the lipstick with my thumb first).

The doorbell rang as I sprinted to the deck and jumped into the pool. I splashed and rubbed to get rid of the cum on my skin; a bit yukky washing it off in the pool, but hey, it's all organic. Then I jumped back out of the pool, quickly toweled off the worst of the water and ran to the front door as the bell rang for the third time.

"Hi, Dolores! What a pleasant surprise! Have you been waiting long? I was in the pool."

"Hi, Robert. You're dripping on the floor."

"Oh -- oh yeah. Look, come through to the pool deck with me and then I'll fix you a drink."

I led the way back to the deck, hoping that Dolores would follow me without getting side-tracked. "Oh, sorry -- I still haven't cleared the breakfast things." I picked up the tray and motioned for Dolores to sit down at the table. "Would you like a drink? Coffee, iced tea, a soda, beer, wine, chilled champagne, a margarita?" I smiled.

Dolores gave me a quizzical -- possibly suspicions -- look "An iced tea would be good, please." I headed back into the kitchen, put down the tray, quickly checked that I had cleared away anything incriminating, then put the rest in the dishwasher, poured three iced teas and headed back to the deck. Dolores took the glass.

"Where's Stacey?"

"Oh, she was worried about the chlorine in her hair. She went up to have a shower. She'll be down soon. How are you doing?"

"Fine, thanks."

"How are you getting on with Alvin?" This was Dolores' new guy, a wealthy broker with an up-scale house on the beach and a red Ferrari in the garage. These seemed to be excellent qualifications for a new partner for Dolores, who was a grade-A money-fixated bitch.

"Didn't Stacey tell you? Alvin and I split up two weeks ago. He was becoming too demanding."

This probably meant he expected Dolores to provide some compensation of a physical nature for the money flowing in her direction. Now, Dolores was very attractive for a woman of around forty. Her tits had clearly had work, and judging by her hips and ass in her designer jeans, some lipo had also been involved. I detected a hint of Botox in her smile, but I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed. (In fact, an image of a mother-daughter session suddenly came unbidden into my head, and I nearly choked on my iced tea.)

But I always felt that Dolores had her standards as far as sex was concerned, and that probably meant she only did what she wanted, regardless of how much money was lavished on her. I'd never met Alvin, but when Stacey had shown me a picture of her with her mom and the guy, she had done so with an 'euch' sort of expression on her face. Alvin was around fifty, balding and with a definite beer-belly. I couldn't see Dolores happily wrapping her well-toned thighs around that guy for less than ten thousand dollars a fuck.

I was just about to make some more idle chat when Stacey appeared. Her bikini, white and very 'virginal'-looking, was quite conservative, but I still started to get wood just looking at her.

"Hi, Mommy! Great to see you!" She hugged and kissed her mom, picked up the third glass of iced tea and flopped down at the table.

"Why have you come all the way out here to see me and Uncle Bob? I'll be home again this evening?"

"Stacey, Robert -- I came because I heard some rather disturbing reports from a friend of mine who was at the mall yesterday, and I wanted to talk to you face to face." 

Dolores glanced at each of us, as if expecting some sort of guilt in our faces. Fucking lawyers! Then she carried on. "My friend recognized Stacey, who was -- and I quote -- 'dressed like a cheap hooker', and apparently with some 'skuzzy guy', as my friend said. What was worse, she says she saw them both go into a sex store. So I thought I'd better come straight down here and talk to you directly." 

Again, the look. Was I blushing? Was Stacey? Shit, this sounded like serious trouble. "Stacey -- what are you doing, going into sex stores, dressed like a slut? And Robert, what do you think you are doing allowing my daughter to go out dressed like that, on her own, around a mall, so she can meet assholes and go into sex stores?" She stopped, fixed me with those pitiless, lawyer's eyes, then picked up her iced tea and waited for me to respond.

What should I say? Should I be grateful that she didn't recognize me as the 'skuzzy asshole' who was accompanying her daughter around the mall and into the sex store? If I told her I was there, I'd only be incriminating myself. But clearly we'd been seen, so this was gonna be a toughie. I felt like saying "I don't know what the fuck she does when she goes out. You expect her to stick around here all day? She comes over here to get outta your hair; she's eighteen and I shouldn't need to babysit her all weekend."

"Look, Dolores," I began. "You've gotta remember. Stacey's eighteen. She can.."

Then Stacey suddenly interrupted.

"Mom, it all happened when Uncle Bob went to the john. Y'see, he'd taken me to the mall and he was looking after me real good, buying me sodas and being sooo patient when I was in the clothes stores and stuff. And really, I was only dressed in the same clothes I wear to go to school in -- not slutty or anything! But then Uncle Bob went to the john when I was looking in a shop window, and this skuzzy guy came and stood near me, so I moved away but he followed me. So I went outside -- I wanted to, like, get back to the car, but then I thought 'Uncle Bob has the keys!' And the guy was right behind me, so I went into the nearest shop I could find. Yeah, it was embarrassing. It was a sex store. And it was full of all this really gross stuff. And then the guy followed me inside, so I got my phone out and I called to Uncle Bob, and he showed up and rescued me. You're not mad at me, are you?" She gave her mom a really 'embarrassed and upset' look that could have won another Oscar.

I was amazed. My respect for Stacey's skills was growing by the minute. She'd shown that she was a first-class little cocksucker, a grade-A ass-slut and cum dumpster, and now an accomplished little actress. I thought I was good at embellishing the truth; but hey, I'd met my match here.

Would Dolores swallow the story? If it had been me in the witness box, I'm sure I would have suffered a much harsher interrogation. Knowing my previous relationship with Dolores, it may have involved waterboarding. But this was her dear little Stacey providing the evidence. I just smiled and nodded, as if confirming Stacey's story, and for once kept my big, stupid mouth shut.

"No, sweetie, I'm not mad at you. I'm just happy you're safe, that's all." Dolores showed a surprising -- and previously unexpected -- level of motherly concern, getting up and hugging her daughter. Over Dolores' shoulder, Stacey winked at me mischievously.

Then Dolores turned to me. "And Robert, what did you think you were doing, leaving her alone like that?"

"Dolores -- I went to the john! Would you rather I'd pissed up against a shop window?"

"Don't be crude, Robert. I've had my doubts about you for some time, and I think it's unhealthy, you spending so much time with my daughter." Recent developments showed she had a point, but this was pretty hypocritical coming from her. Before I could get a word out, she turned to Stacey.

"Stacey, get your things. I think we should go home now. In fact, I think I'll come and help you." 

Fuck! And things had been going so well.

Stacey cried "Mom! That's so unfair!"

I turned to Stacey. "Sweetie, why don't you go upstairs and tidy your room and pack up a few things? I'd like to speak to your mom in private for a moment."

Stacey gave me a wounded look, but I shot her back a glance that said 'I'll handle this,' and she sulkily flounced off upstairs, aiming a "You're so mean!" at her mom as she left.

"OK, so, what do you have to say, Robert?" Dolores said smugly after Stacey had gone. "Are you going to offer me an apology?"

"No, Dolores. I rather hoped you'd have one for me."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Well, let's see. For most of the last twelve years, even some before that, I've provided you with a very dedicated and largely free babysitting service for your daughter. In that time, it seems to me that I've seen a lot more of your girl growing up than either you or my idiot brother did, if you take off the times she was asleep or at school or in her room doing homework."

"Oh yes? So, are you about to present me with a bill?" Dolores' tone was sarcastic, her eyebrows raised in derision.

"On the contrary. I'd even be prepared to pay you for the privilege of having that young lady as my very dear friend. Dolores, it probably didn't occur to you, but I stopped babysitting her several years ago. She comes here because we're best friends, and she likes to hang out with me. I listen to her, I take her seriously, and I don't preach. She's not a kid anymore, Dolores, in case you hadn't noticed, she's a young woman. She drives her own car. In three months' time she'll be going to college for God's sake. She can make her own choices in life."

"Not while I pay her bills. She does what I say!" Dolores was beginning to look angry.

"Yeah, I believe you could try to make her. But you're already losing her, and if you take that attitude with her, you'll turn her away for sure. She still loves you -- for now. But if you try to control her, she'll run away from you, or at best she'll only stay under duress, and you'll keep her but lose her love. And that's a very precious thing, Dolores. It's not something I'd be willing to pass up for anything. She's a very special young lady."

Dolores looked shocked. "Who are you to lecture me about my daughter?"

"Well, I'm just the guy who is always there for her."

"What? You really flatter yourself, don't you?"

"Do I? Where were you during the divorce? The poor kid took shelter at my place for three months while you and fuck-face ripped into each other and ignored your daughter. Where were you all those times I took her to the park, or the beach, or the movies, when you were too busy? And for fuck's sake, where were you on her sixth birthday?"

This was a very sharp barb that I knew I could throw at Dolores. When Stacey was six, she was obsessed with Disney princesses, and her dearest wish in the world was to go to Disney World. But Mom and Dad had an invitation to go schmooze with a millionaire on his yacht in the Caribbean on the weekend of Stacey's birthday. So what came first -- their daughter, or their brown-nosing? I think you can guess.

The solution was that a twenty-one year old Uncle Bob took Stacey, in her pink princess outfit, to Disney for the first time in her life. I loved the kid, and it was a real thrill for me to see the expression on her face when she saw Princess Jasmine at the Princesses' breakfast on her sixth birthday. Stacey was so excited she was bouncing off the ground. She ran straight up to Princess Jasmine and gave her a big hug. (I felt like doing the same thing -- hey, the chick playing Jasmine was hot! I asked her what she was doing after work, but she gave me a look that said "you're the fifteenth asshole to ask me that today, and breakfast isn't even over!", so I knew I was wasting my time.) 

Later that day, two big security guys had pulled me to one side and asked me, politely but firmly, what I, a young, single man, was doing there with a six-year old girl. I started trying to explain, and got as far as 'This is my niece, Stacey, and it's her birthday today', when Stacey hugged my legs and told them in a very serious voice "And this is my Uncle Bob, and he's the bestest uncle in the whole world! He took me to see Princess Jasmine!" I could have cried like a girlie. So I had a seriously big lever over my idiot brother and sister. How could they possibly miss their own daughter's first visit to Disney?

"Are you never going to stop harping on about that?" Dolores asked, but I knew I had the advantage.

"I don't harp on about it. I hardly ever mention it." That was true, so obviously Dolores still felt guilty about it, and it hurt her. "It just seems to me that you still treat Stacey as a fashion accessory or a pet you can pick up or put down when it suits you, and you don't realize how much it's hurt her over the years. I know she's a very special person; she's probably my best friend -- and I'm definitely hers. We love each other dearly, and have done for at least the last twelve years. You think you're being clever in trying to split us up by sending her to what you call 'home' on the excuse that she had an incident with some weirdo at the mall. In fact, Dolores, you are most definitely not being clever at all. All you'll do is alienate her, and stir up all the hurt you've caused her by ignoring her when she needed you most."

Dolores seems genuinely taken aback. "So do you think her father does a better job? Don't tell me you're trying to make a case for Michael here?"

"Dolores, are you listening to what I'm saying? I'm not taking your side, but I'm certainly not taking your idiot ex-husband's. He may be my brother, but I'll never forgive him for how much he's hurt Stacey over the last few years. She idolized him, and he let her down badly. Hers is the only side I'll ever defend. So give the girl a break. Treat her with respect and the sort of love she needs, and she'll pay you back a thousand times over. She has the ability to make people feel happy just by being herself. I know she's made me very happy over the years." Especially over this weekend, I thought, but didn't dare say. "I think one of the main reasons Cheryl stayed with me as long as she did was because every time Stacey came to visit -- which was a lot -- she just seemed to bring sunshine with her. She was like a bubbly little kid sister to us both. If you try to do anything to drive a wedge between uStacey and me, you'll be the one to suffer."

Dolores seemed about to say something, but I sensed I had the advantage and pressed on. "How much do you know about your daughter, Dolores?" Careful, Bob, this could be tricky. "Have you noticed that she's turned into a beautiful young woman? What do you know about her boyfriends?"

"Boyfriends? She doesn't have any boyfriends?"

"OK, so she hasn't mentioned Ricky yet?" Dolores looked startled, but I didn't give her a chance to interrupt. "Do you even know the names of her best girlfriends? Or where she likes to hang out? Her favorite flavor of ice cream, her favorite movies, what she likes to watch on TV? She talks to me about all these things or we share them together. Does she share them with you, her mom? Perhaps you need to stop telling her stuff and try to listen a bit more, Dolores."

Well, I'd said my piece. I looked carefully at Dolores' expression. Was she going to be angry, or defensive, or defiant? To my surprise, it turned out it was none of those things.

"Robert, I think I've underestimated you, and I'm genuinely sorry. All those times you did the babysitting and took Stacey away for treats, I just thought you were helping your brother out. It seems you're more of a father to her than her real father was -- or still is. And it seems you really are looking out for her."

Now, that was a bit awkward. In general, I agreed with that sentiment, but it made my current behavior with Stacey all the more reprehensible. I decided to change tack.

"Thank you, Dolores. I really appreciate that. Stacey's going through a critical stage in her life. She's transitioning into an adult, and she wants to show her independence, but at the same time she wants to be reassured that she's still okay. I know you love her and you have her best interests at heart, so let's work together on this. Leave her here for the rest of today, then when she comes home, give her a little space. Talk to her, but listen more and don't pry too much. You can't keep a pretty bird like Stacey in a cage, even a golden one. Let her fly. If she loves you -- and I think she does -- she'll come back to you of her own accord."

Dolores seemed genuinely moved by what I'd said. I was secretly delighted, but I didn't want to appear too triumphal about it, so I decided to be friendly and charming. (I don't often pull this trick off, but I gave it my best shot). I asked her "Are you sure you wouldn't like something stronger than that iced tea? And it's getting around to lunch time. Would you like something to eat? I can do a mean chicken Caesar salad. Real anchovies, home made dressing, none of that bottled shit."

She smiled. Actually, when she did that, she looked human, even sweet -- little echoes of her daughter, perhaps. "Robert, that's very kind of you. I'd love to, thank you very much. And a glass of white wine, if you have some, would be very welcome, thanks."

I had hoped to keep Stacey to myself for the rest of the day, but hey, I had to be polite and try to build some bridges with her mom, especially now that I'd delivered so many home truths.

"Great, Dolores. I'll call Stacey down and tell her she's staying 'til tonight. She can to help me fix some lunch."

Stacey had changed into a t-shirt and shorts, expecting to have to follow her mom home, but now, delighted at being able to prolong her weekend with me, she hugged her mom hard and was back to her irrepressible self. I sent her into the kitchen to get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and bring back two glasses. 

"Hey, can I have some too?" she asked, brightly.

"Certainly not. You'll have to wait until you're twenty-one," her mom said. Stacey's face fell.

"Oh, lighten up a little, Dolores. Let the girl have one small glass. I'm sure you started developing a taste for wine before you were of age."

Dolores relented, surprisingly quickly I thought, and Stacey came back with a tray; a bottle of Sauvignon, three glasses, some corn chips and guacamole. I took a sip of my wine, then left mom and daughter to chat while I went to cook the chicken and fix the salads.

I was afraid that lunch would be a tense affair, but I was pleasantly surprised that Dolores was friendly, smiling, even laughing at times. The whole atmosphere was warm, like a nice happy family. And if I hadn't known better, I would have thought that Dolores was flirting with me. Normally I would have been flattered and receptive. With Stacey there, I felt that would've been in poor taste.

As she was leaving, around two pm, Dolores did a strange thing. She kissed me. And not just a formal peck on the cheek -- this was on the lips, and accompanied by an affectionate squeeze. Our relationship had always been cool, but it seemed that my obvious concern for her daughter had changed Dolores' view of me. If only she knew -- and thank God she didn't!




Uncle Bob Ch. 03



After her mom had left and we'd cleared away the lunch things, Stacey went into the lounge, and a minute later skipped out to the pool deck, carrying the video camera that she'd retrieved from behind the TV. She pulled off the t-shirt and shorts that she'd been wearing. Watching her remove them was a thrill in itself, and she looked cute in the white bikini she still wore underneath.

She handed me the camera. "Wanna take some video of me, Uncle Bob?" she asked coyly. I guessed that she had something in mind. I switched it on and followed her around the deck as she pranced and danced. 

Then she jumped in the pool and I followed her with the camera as she splashed around. When she climbed out and stood there with her hands on her hips, I saw what the little show was all about.

The soft, white fabric of the bikini had gone transparent in the water. It clung to her hard, skinny little body, outlining her sweet little breasts, her nipples poking out stiffly through the thin fabric, and sticking enticingly, almost obscenely, to the curves of her pussy.

"Do you see anything you like, Uncle Bob?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

"How about 'everything'?" I said, scanning her body with the camera, zooming in on the wet little cleft.

"I saw the bikini in the sex store. It's paper. First it goes, like, transparent, and then it sort of dissolves. Seems pretty cool to me. So what shall we do, Uncle Bob, now that my bikini's, like, disappearing?"

I set the camera down on the table behind me, again turning the display around so I could be sure we were in shot. I flipped off my shorts.

"Ooh, nice dick, Uncle Bob. Looks like you really do like what you see!"

I padded over to her, kissed her and then moved behind her, slipping my arms around her, checking in the camera display and moving us a little to get the best framing.

Her skin felt cool to the touch, her nipple hard and long against my palm. She moaned as I nuzzled her neck, and began stroking her skin, slid my hands up and down until one hand covered her pussy and the other held a firm little titty.

She pressed back against me, and my cock rubbed up and down her smooth skin, and against the scratchy fabric of her bikini. Meanwhile, my fingers ripped through the wet paper covering her pussy lips, and she let out a long sigh as I finally probed her slit. After a few moments, I had to take my hand from her titty to rip away what was left of those wet paper panties, as the friction on my cock was becoming unpleasant. Instead, by taking a wide stance, I could position my cock to slide in the crack of her pert little ass. That felt seriously good, after all of the stress with Dolores.

She turned her head and we kissed, a long, slow, lingering embrace of soft lips and lazy tongues.

"Mmm, and what warm lips you have," she sighed as we parted.

"All the better to kiss your sweet mouth and your delightful, smooth skin." I licked and nibbled at her neck, and she let out another moan.

"Oooh, Uncle Bob. That feels nice. And what clever fingers you have."

"All the better to stroke your sweet pussy, my dear." I probed and stroked in that silky, smooth slit. She was deliciously wet, and that wasn't pool water I could feel.

"And my, what a big cock you have, Uncle Bob."

She'd deliberately set it up for me. "All the better to fuck you with, my dear."

"Oh please, yes, Uncle Bob. You can feel how wet I am -- inside and out. Why don't you just slide it into me from behind right now?"

Well, I mean -- it wouldn't be right to refuse the gal, would it now? So I just lined up and slid forward. And up. And in.

Jeez! Did I already say how hot and tight and wet Stacey's pussy is? Fucking the girl bareback is just something else. My earlier experience in that hole told me to take it slow and use a lot of clit stimulation so that Stacey could come before me. Her g-spot isn't all that sensitive, but she loves the feeling of cock inside her and the way that makes her feel very naughty. So while I tried to stimulate her with my cock, my main aim was to get her off with my fingers before I had to pull out.

She didn't make it easy for me. Oh, the clit play was fine -- she was opening her legs and letting me stroke all around her pussy, and fuck, she was wet! The problem was that she kept wiggling her sweet little ass, grinding my cock deeper inside her tight little cunt, and moaning things like "Oooh it's so big, Uncle Bob!" and "Deeper! Harder!" Control is tricky with a new pussy at the best of times. With Stacey it was a nightmare.

I clung on, with Dubya as my friend again, as I frantically strummed Stacey's clit and tweaked her nipple, thrusting and twisting and doing everything I could to get her to come. Finally I heard her squeals getting louder, so I took my hand from her titty and clapped it over her mouth, just in time to stifle her shrieks as the spasms ran through her and her pussy began to rhythmically crush my over-stressed dick.

I couldn't last much longer inside her. I held still, buried to the hilt, praying that I could get out in time when the moment came. And the moment came pretty soon -- and I came. I let out a yelp, pulled back really quickly and she almost fell over. To my immense relief, the first big spurt of cum splashed over her back, but the little slut spun round and dropped to her knees, taking the next blast on her face before grabbing my dick and shoving it in her mouth.

Did I say how good it is to come inside a girl's mouth? I love those fucking money shots -- they look so horny - but when it's my dick, give me a hot slut sucking down my cream any day. Stacey, sweet angel one minute and horny slut-princess the next, was doing it by the book -- my book. I had to clamp my jaws shut to stop roaring the place down.

"Hey, you came like, way, way heavy, Uncle Bob" Stacey said eventually, smiling, cum dribbling from her lip after my dick had finally stopped throbbing and had slithered from her wet embrace.

"I think you came pretty good too, Stacey. It certainly felt like it. You nearly crushed my dick there!" 

"Hey, cool. I bet you like that, really."

"Stacey, I absolutely adore it, like I enjoy everything about f... about making love with you, baby."

She stood up and hugged me close, resting her head on my chest.

"Uncle Bob, this has been the most awesome weekend I've ever had. Like, you always make things pretty awesome, but this is like, the best."

We held each other tight and kissed for a while, then I suggested we go upstairs and get showered. We washed each other's bodies down, and I started getting wood again, despite the fact that my balls were really beginning to complain. Stacey was all for fucking again in the shower, but I begged a break while my balls recovered.

So we slipped into bed, and I held her close in a soft, romantic, loving way. She nestled down, lying mostly on top of me with her head on my chest, in the way she used to fall asleep sometimes when she was small. I just felt such a surge of love for her, and I wrapped her up in my arms.

After a few minutes she asked, "D'you remember the time -- oh, ages ago -- when I was little and there was, like, this big thunderstorm, and I came into your room like sooo scared? And you, like, held me close all night just like this, and you told me it was nothing to be scared of, and I felt so safe and I fell asleep on top of you?"

I smiled. "Of course I remember it, sweetie."

"You see, Uncle Bob, that's a bit like this weekend's been. Like, boys are always hitting on me at school, and it's cool that I'm so popular, but they, like, want me to do stuff I don't really wanna do -- at least, not with them. And I was, like, sooo confused and a bit scared, like this storm is going on all around me, with all these guys wanting my body. So then I came to your place this weekend, 'cuz, you see, you're the guy who's always made everything good again, even when things were really, like, shitty. And you, like, took me over the rocks and brought me down safe. You showed me how much fun all this sex stuff can be, and you kept me safe and happy even when we were doing these, like, scary things. And I wanted to do the scary things with you, 'cuz with you I knew I didn't need to be afraid. It was awesome - like running out into the thunderstorm knowing that lightning couldn't hit me 'cuz you were there. Does that sound weird, Uncle Bob? -- 'cuz that's how it feels to me."

The lump in my throat was so big, I could barely speak. I felt like I'd done so many unforgivable things with my niece in the past two days that lightning should strike my sorry ass and then hit me again just to be sure. But here was Stacey telling me how much I'd made her feel safe while I was fucking her pretty ass and squirting cum down her throat. The world was definitely upside-down, but for now I was happy to hang on and enjoy the ride.

"Stacey, baby, you don't know how good that makes me feel. I always -- only -- want things to be good for you. There have been times when I've felt such an asshole for taking advantage of your sweet nature and doing things to you that no uncle should ever do to his niece. But at the same time I've loved every minute, and more than anything I've loved the fact that you seemed to be enjoying it too. I'm so happy you feel that way."

She turned to look up at me. "You know I love you, Uncle Bob? And I think I love you more than mommy and daddy and Ricky and everyone else combined. Is that scary, or what?"

"Stacey, it's scary and it's beautiful. And I love you back at least that much, maybe more." I kissed her very softly, then smiled at her. But she looked sad.

"Uncle Bob. You know -- I'd really like to marry you, but I don't think that can happen, can it? I mean. Mom and Dad would be so pissed."

"Stacey, baby, it's not your mom and dad we need to think about. Unfortunately, the law says that I can't marry you. In fact, the law says I can probably be thrown in jail for what I've done to you this weekend."

"But Uncle Bob, I asked you to do all those things, and like, they were beautiful and I came and came and came! That's so unfair!"

"Sure baby, but it's not whether you liked it or wanted it that counts. The law says that we've committed a crime called 'incest', and if anyone finds out, I'll be in the slammer. They won't hurt you; they'll think of you as the victim. But if anyone finds out, Stacey, you'll be seeing your old Uncle Bob through a glass screen for a few years."

Stacey looked truly alarmed, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh Uncle Bob, I never meant to hurt you. I'll never tell a soul -- never!"

I hugged her close. "Stacey, sweetie, I don't think you could hurt me if you tried. This has been the best weekend of my life -- and you and me have had some great times together, eh?" She smiled at me. "So just you make sure that this stays our little secret, and we'll stay safe. And maybe we can do it some more?"

"Oh yes, Uncle Bob! I want to do it, like, over and over and over. You make it feel so good, and there's loads of stuff -- really naughty stuff -- I wanna try with you. Can I come visit with you next weekend? That would be so cool, and maybe we can, like, try some more things?"

Just the thought of another weekend like this made my cock swell -- and my balls ache.

"So what sort of things do you have in mind, you naughty girl?"

"Weeelll...." A look of wicked excitement crossed her face. "There's all that tying up and dressing up and doing it in the shower and outdoors and with toys and -- and like everything!"

My boner had by now made its presence felt between our bodies, and I could sense Stacey's rising excitement. "It sounds like you have quite a lot in store for me."

"Oh yeah, Uncle Bob. It's gonna be awesome. And -- and could we, like, fuck just one more time before I have to go home? Pleeeease?"



Uncle Bob Ch. 05



Chapter Five -- Ups and Downs

Author's Note: After some feedback from the ever-faithful Copperskink, I've changed the story around a bit from what I implied in my note for Chapter 4. Chapter 5 shows the strains beginning in Stacey and Bob's sexual relationship. Chapter 6, involving a 3-way adventure, is now written & being proof-read, and the 'awesome' bit I referred to last time has been moved back, and will probably become Chapter 9. So there's lots more to look forward to!

Enjoy - and lots of feedback, please!?

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The next three weeks were pretty bad. Actually, they were mostly the fucking pits, with just a couple of highlights. 

Stacey called on Tuesday to say that her dad wanted her to go visit on the next weekend. Usually Michael was only too happy to forego the contact with his daughter that he had fought so hard for during the divorce proceedings -- which is how I got to see so much of her. It seems that after he'd won the access to Stacey that was so symbolically important to him, my shit-for-brains brother found that keeping up contact with the girl was too much like hard work. Much easier to let good ol' Bob do the work. Except that for me, it was never work.

So Michael had been happy to let me take up around three-quarters of his access visits. I think he was trying in some way to punish me for all the things I had called him during the divorce, probably the least offensive and most accurate of which was 'self-obsessed asshole'. If this was the case, I think he managed to make the punishment fit the crime; I'd told the truth, so I got rewarded by seeing a lot of Stacey.

And when, like most teens, Stacey started trying to assert her independence around the age of fourteen, making life difficult for her mom, I was always around and available to help. I can't say that Stacey could never be mean -- sometimes she was a little bitch, even to me -- but for the most part, I was the one she saw as her friend and ally. I was the one she confided in, even if she sometimes did try to use me against her parents. Dolores was initially reluctant to let anyone from Michael's side of the family see her precious daughter any more than absolutely necessary. However, this coldness began to thaw when she realized that Stacey returned from weekends with me a calmer and nicer young lady. That was mostly because I never grew tired of listening to the shit that teenagers talk -- at least, not from Stacey.

So I'd gotten used to spending a lot of time with my little angel. By the time of her eighteenth birthday -- Dolores threw a big party, which my asshole brother, her dad, did not attend, even though he was invited -- Stacey was spending maybe two weekends in three with me. Occasionally, her dad would take her somewhere or buy her a lavish present, just to pretend he fucking cared. The car was her eighteenth birthday present, but delivered a week late because he had an important appointment in Aspen, somewhere half way up his latest bimbo.

See, I've always thought that parenting is one of the most important and toughest jobs on the planet, but frankly, if you can't spare the time and effort to do it, you shouldn't be a fucking parent in the first place. Which is why I despise my brother so much.

But this next weekend, he had pretty-much demanded Stacey's presence, so that she could 'get to know' Chelsea, the latest in a line of spectacularly-stacked bimbos. Stacey knew that to refuse would mean some serious shit being asked about her allowance, quite a lot of which daddy paid. So when Stacey called, we were both pretty depressed. I had watched the video we had made maybe twenty times, and it was the horniest thing I'd even seen on a screen. I'd refused to give Stacey a copy, on the grounds that, if it fell into the wrong hands (ie Dolores'), we would both be as good as dead.

"So why don't I come over and take you out to the movies?" I offered. "Except the movies we'll watch will be the ones we made ourselves. And then we might find someplace to make another one."

"It's a cool plan, Uncle Bob, but mom will want to know all about what movie we saw when I get home, and I can't make it up." Shit. What other excuse could we think up? Stacey extemporized for me. "Maybe we could say it was, like, a gig by a friend of yours?"

Stacey was into music in a pretty big way. I'd taught her to play the guitar, and she was getting nearly as good as me. (My buddies say she's better, but that's because they just like to look at her and don't listen hard enough). Her mom knew very little about modern music, and would only let Stacey go to concerts if I was there to look after her, as she distrusted music venues and the people who hung out there. (She's probably fucking right, and I could well be one of the more disreputable fuckers that frequent these places.)

So we agreed on our story, and Wednesday night I picked her up from her mom's place. As we were driving down the highway, she casually reached across and unzipped me, took my cock out and started to blow me as we were driving. This was seriously unsafe, but I didn't want her to stop, so I drove off down a dirt track off the highway as soon as I could, and came down her throat about a minute after hitting the parking brake. I tried to eat her out in the back seat, but there wasn't room, so I put the picnic rug on the hood, spread her legs and feasted for a while (to her evident and noisy delight), before my cock was hard again and found its way inside her sweet little cunt. As usual, I sprayed her tits, face and stomach with cum, so I had to clean her off with baby wipes. (Well, it wouldn't do for me to take her home to her mom smelling of jizz, would it?)

Then I got my laptop out and we watched the videos -- especially of me ass-fucking her that first weekend, and the one of her getting severely and comprehensively fucked, tied to my bed. She got so horny that she started fingering herself. I took over, and she came twice watching the movie of her getting DP'ed by me and the vibrator. Then we put the rug on the ground and fucked for maybe another hour. We stopped at a gas station washroom to clean up a bit more before I took her home.

The following weekend frankly sucked like a black hole. Stacey kept texting me, telling me what a nice lady Chelsea was, and sending me some photos of her and Michael and Chelsea in various places. Sure, the woman was hot, in a sort of blow-up sex doll sort of way. Her tits were way too big, and quite clearly not real -- perhaps a better word would be 'unreal' -- but that was how Michael liked them. I just spent the weekend editing our home movies and jacking off over them.

Stacey and me had a long Skype conversation on Monday evening. She told me that Michael and Chelsea seemed very happy together, that she thought that Chelsea was pretty and very sexy. "She has these, like, dresses and stuff that are totally hot. And she has these amazing boobies. We were at their pool deck and she was in this tiny bikini and you know, Uncle Bob, her body looked awesome. I know that she's so had work done, but it looks way good on her. And Dad's always smiling these days. He's not grouchy like he so was when he was with that douche-bag Taylor."

"Probably the sex is better, and she spends less of his money," I suggested. I also guessed that Chelsea spoke like Stacey, as my angel seemed to have become even more 'Valley' since the last time I'd spoken with her.

"Oh sure. I think the sex must be way good. She has, like, this big mouth, and these huge boobies and these long, long legs. I was totally jealous. And one time, when we were out, she had her purse open and I saw a tube of lube there, so I guess she, like, takes it up the butt."

"Sounds like she's a lot like you, but not as cute."

"Oh but Uncle Bob, she so looks sexy and awesome. I just look way scrawny and lame alongside her."

"Stacey, my beautiful babe, you are totally sex on legs." Even I was sliding into Stacey's exaggerated speech patterns now. "Look, baby, just because she has big plastic tits and a mouth that could swallow a supersize salami whole, that doesn't mean you're not the sexiest girl around. She's a lot older than you, but you do the horniest things -- possibly even hornier than her. Just think about our videos. Just think about what we did last week!" I sure as Hell was, and the memory made me hard. "And anyway, who're you trying to impress? You're surely not looking to seduce your dad now? That really would be sick."

"Oh Uncle Bob, that's gross!" She paused, perhaps thinking that fucking her dad's younger brother wasn't much less gross than fucking her dad. "No, it's like, I just wish I looked a little hotter -- you know, with bigger boobies and stuff."

"Stacey baby, next time you can get your sweet skinny ass around here, I'll show you just how sexy your titties -- and your ass and your perfect pussy -- really are. You're gorgeous, baby, and it's not just me that thinks that. You said yourself that boys chase you, and think about those three losers at the beach, hitting on you. It's because you are so perfect. Please don't wish for bigger titties, and for fuck's sake don't ever, ever get anything plastic put in them. When Chelsea hits fifty, hers will either be around her ankles or she'll be leaking silicone through her nipples. Just please stay beautiful and natural for me."

We planned the up-coming weekend, with some more bondage, dressing up and role-play. "I wanna be like this street hooker, and pick you up and talk totally dirty and stuff. And could we please try to do it, like, outdoors again -- somewhere a little sleazy? And, like, could you get some sort of uniform? You know, maybe you could be like this cop who's punishing me, or maybe a soldier and I'm your prisoner. And, like, I'd be maybe tied up or handcuffed and you'd make me take it up the ass and I'd be like crying -- but not really -- and that would be so hot. And could we do it again with a vibrator or a dildo in my cooze and your cock in my ass?"

That night, I jerked off four times just remembering what she had said, imagining us doing it -- and, of course, watching our bondage video.

But our plans had gotten royally screwed by the Thursday Stacey called, and I could tell she was seriously pissed. "Mom says I have to stay with her this weekend. She says she has some sort of surprise for me. It's so unfair. Like, I've got this awesome cheap whore outfit I was gonna wear for you, and I got totally horny just trying it on - I had to get my vibrator out like straight away. But she says I've so gotta do this, but she won't say what it is. She says I'll like it, but Uncle Bob, all I wanna do is come around to your place so we can fuck all weekend."

So that weekend, instead of getting my cock inside the tight little ass of my slutty angel, dressed as a cheap hooker, I spanked the monkey a few times. Then, bored with that, I went down to a titty bar I know and paid a bored-looking brunette to do the same thing for me. I figured that a handjob in a skuzzy back room wasn't really being unfaithful, given the desperate circumstances, but I still felt guilty about it.

But it got worse. Apart from a few 'Hi, how are you?' texts, I didn't hear from her all weekend. On Wednesday evening she Skyped me. She seemed sad, and kept looking down -- not her usual, bubbly self at all. I asked about the weekend, and she brightened up a little, but said that there were some surprises, and they were good, but she couldn't tell me about them. Not just yet.

"Baby, there's something wrong, isn't there? I can tell. What is it?"

"Oh Uncle Bob, promise you won't be mad at me?" 

This sounded ominous, but I solemnly promised.

"Well, you know that we said that we couldn't get married and stuff? And that someday I'd have to find someone else? And, like, we've had two weekends when I've had totally no sex? Well, like -- I blew this guy on Friday. And today, after school, I -- sorta - let him fuck me." Her voice trailed off and her face pulled an embarrassed grimace.

Jesus! I was feeling guilty about a paid-for handjob, but Stacey was doing it all -- or nearly all -- with some geek! I took several deep breaths. I'd promised not to get mad.

"Was this Ricky?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh no, Uncle Bob. There's this new kid at school. His name's Josh. He's only been here for a couple of months. His folks are working down on the coast, and then they're moving to, like, the Caribbean. He's like, training to be a dive master and sail boats and awesome stuff, and he's sooo cute." She was obviously smitten by the boy, because her enthusiasm had returned. This was wrenching my guts.

"So, like, he asked me out to a party last week, and mom said I could go. You know, Uncle Bob, I so haven't been to a party since, like, forever, so I went along, and Josh and me were kissing under the stars, and it was totally romantic. And then he got his hand under my skirt, and I didn't want to do it but I sooo did. And like, you're way better than Josh with your fingers and your tongue..."

"So he ate you as well?"

"Well, sorta -- I guess. Like, this party was in this big house down by the Intracoastal, with this huge garden, and people were totally making out all over the place, and me and Josh just sorta found this place near the water, hidden by some, like, bushes and stuff. And Uncle Bob, it was only 'cuz I was sooo horny, 'cuz me and you so haven't fucked in, like, weeks. So when he put his hand up under my skirt I was like, oh whatever. And like he's way cute and awesome and all the girls think he's a total hunk. So he like took my little panties off and fingered me, and then he got down and licked me. Uncle Bob, you're so the best at licking my pussy, but when Josh did it, it still felt so cool and tingly. I guess it was because I was being so naughty. Like, he's a boy from school, and I've only ever done this with you and Ricky, and I was totally horny. So, like, he fingered and licked me, and he made me come."

I felt the pain in the pit of my stomach get worse. My slut angel was putting out for other guys. But that wasn't all.

"So then I was like 'Josh, can I do something for you? Could I, like, suck your cock?' 'Cuz like you know, Uncle Bob, I have sucked other boys' cocks before, so it's not like I was being totally unfaithful to you"

Yeah, I knew. How else could she have got to porno-class deep-throat level? Although I was more interested in feeling the benefits of this experience than thinking too hard about how she'd learned it.

"So he was like, 'well, you don't have to, but whatever'. So I just unzipped him and pulled it out. You know, he's not that big, but it sorta looks bigger 'cuz he's like, uncut. You and Ricky, and those other guys I blew, they were almost all cut, and I think it looks prettier. And Raoul, his cock is like, totally huge, I suppose like most black guys."

"Thanks, Stacey. You're making me feel a whole lot better about this. I suppose all the boys you've sucked off were bigger than me."

"No way, Uncle Bob! I'm so sorry if I'm saying this all wrong. No, your cock is awesome. Raoul is totally the biggest I've ever seen, and I can so not get much of him in my mouth, There's no way I can get him down my throat. Ricky's is about the biggest I can do that with, but yours is a really good size. It fits my throat and my ass and my little cooze so well. And, like, you're totally the only one who's been in all those places."

"Until Josh," I added with poorly-disguised annoyance.

"Well -- I suppose, yeah, but not, like, everywhere. And it was like, different. See, he's not like the other boys. Raoul keeps calling me a 'ho', like he does with all the girls, and wants me to sit on his dick. Ricky tells me I'm pretty, and he used to, like finger me and even lick my pussy in his car when he drove me home from school."

"While he was driving?" I added with a strong note of bitter sarcasm.

"No, silly. We'd pull off the road, like me and you do. But he so never got his dick between my legs. Like, I was totally a virgin until you showed me how, Uncle Bob."

"Well that's something, I suppose. So what did you give Josh?" Although it broke my heart to hear her tell me about fucking other guys, I still needed to hear the filthy details, to see what my rival was getting.

"Well, like I said, I blew him in the garden on Friday. He came real quick. He said he was totally impressed when I took him all in and swallowed his load. See, it was easier than doing it for you, 'cuz he's, like, smaller, and way easier than with Ricky. So we cleaned up and kissed some more, then we went back to the party, and he got me home by eleven like my mom had made him promise. I so think she likes him." 

"I'm pleased for all three of you," I managed to say, though my throat was tight. The way she looked and sounded so excited made me ache inside.

"Oh, don't be so mean, Uncle Bob. He's a boy my own age, and you know how I so need sex now that you've shown me what it's like."

"I know sweetie. It's just that I get jealous to think of any other guy getting his cock inside you. Please tell me you didn't let him fuck your ass."

"No way! I'm saving that for you. It's mostly 'cuz I want to be totally faithful to you, and 'cuz it's so awesome when you do it. But I so think boys are too clumsy. You totally make it feel good, and I don't think, like, Josh or Ricky know how."

"Well, I suppose that's something to be grateful for. But you did give him your pussy. Please tell me you stayed safe, baby?"

"Duh, do you think I'm, like, some airhead bimbo, Uncle Bob? Of course I stayed safe. See, he wanted to stop and do it in the back of his SUV on the drive back to my mom's on Friday, and I was, like, scared. Neither of us had a condom, but he was like, 'it's cool, I can pull out', but I was like 'no way!' Then on Monday, he, like, came up to me when we were alone during the lunch break, and told me how good it was on Friday, and that he totally wanted to, like, 'make love to me properly'. (All the other boys just say they wanna fuck me.) And he kissed me sooo softly, I was way tingly again. And then he felt me up. Well, Monday I was like, thinking of you and me, and about last Friday night and stuff, and I'd left my panties off 'cuz it was hot and I felt horny and my skirt was totally long."

By Stacey's standards, a skirt that's two inches below her pussy when she's standing up straight is 'totally long'. I really hoped that, on the times when she left her panties off at school, she was at least wearing something a little more restrained.

"So his fingers on my clit were so what I needed, and he, like, asked if I'd left my panties off just for him, and I was like 'sorta', and then he gave me a lovely quick come, just rubbing me. And so then he got this condom out of his pocket and he was like 'so how about we do it after school?' And I was like, 'I don't know.' But after school, he was waiting for me. And he was like, 'leave your car and come for a ride with me down to the beach.' And we parked in the dunes, a little way from where me and you had our awesome sixty-nine, and the Frisbee guy so nearly caught us? There was no-one about, so we went out into the dunes, and we, like, totally kissed, then he just took off his t-shirt and jeans, and he has this awesome body. So I sucked his cock a little -- not down my throat this time, just in my mouth. And he took off my clothes and went down on me and so made me come. Then he pulled out the condom and put in on, and before I knew it, he was, like, totally between my legs and slipping it in."

"Oh -- a sort of 'accidental fuck'," I said rather bitterly.

"Well, kinda, but I totally wanted it. Oh Uncle Bob, you don't know how it feels to be horny all the time and to so have nothing but a dildo for company. I even left my butt-plugs at your place! I totally needed to fuck. And Josh is so the cutest boy in school."




Uncle Bob Ch. 05



I nearly told her how it feels to be horny and have nothing but your own hand -- and, to be fair, a stripper's hand -- to help. But I thought I'd better not.

"So how was the fuck?" I didn't really want to know. Actually, I wanted it to be total shit.

"Well -- it was, like, OK. I didn't, like, come, and he was quick -- it was like, over in a minute. But I didn't mind, 'cuz, like, he'd made me come with his tongue and it so felt good to wrap my legs around his cute butt."

My throat felt tight. I knew I was behaving like an asshole, feeling jealous of some eighteen year-old because it seemed my angel had fallen in love with him. Maybe a few weeks earlier, I'd have felt differently. Then, I had been shocked that my sweet little niece was giving blowjobs, but not really that surprised. She is a very pretty girl, she's eighteen, and at that age you have hormones instead of brains. I wanted the best for her, wanted her to be happy, to find a decent guy who would care for her the way I did, but could look after her more physical needs in a way that no Uncle ever could -- or should. Then it all happened. She blew me, then blew me away. I laid claim to her snatch -- and now it seemed that that was about to be snatched away.

"It sounds like you're in love, sweetie. When are you gonna fuck him again?" 

"Uncle Bob, I so don't know. He's pretty, and his kisses feel awesome, but I'm worried that he's just gonna be Mr Nice for a while, then maybe go fuck someone else who's chasing him. So maybe I'll see how he behaves next before I let him do any more, like, sex with me. But see, I wanted to be honest and open with you -- 'cuz -- well," she glanced around as if to make sure no-one was listening. Frankly, if her mom had heard anything she'd said so far, the shit would have gone way beyond the fan. She continued "... 'cuz this weekend I want to be really wide open for you. If you want to, you could totally tie me across a table with my legs as far apart as they'll go and fuck me until I like, bleed, for being such a bad girl."

My crotch gave a lurch. "So you're not going out with Josh this weekend? Or staying with your mom, or your dad and Chelsea?"

"Hell no, Uncle Bob. Josh's cock just gave me a little taster. I totally crave some meat, and yours is, like, so awesome. I so want to do totally dirty things with you. Last time we fucked, I came so much it totally freaked me out. Please Uncle Bob -- pretty please..." she slipped into a sort of pouty teen whine "can I come and be your nasty little cunt-drooling, throat-fucking, ass-gaping slut whore?"

She must've rehearsed that line -- it was just like an obscene version of some ancient Pepsi ad - but it blew me away. It was all I could think about for the next two days.

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On Friday evening, she ran up the path to my house from her car, threw her arms around my neck, then kicked the door shut behind her and jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Ooh Uncle Bob," she gasped, between red-hot kisses, "is your cock hard?"

"Well hello Stacey," I gasped. "So lovely to see you too."

She giggled, then her face took on this sort of concerned look. "See, it's, like, I totally want you to fuck me right now. But there's this good news and bad news. The bad news is that my period's not finished, so you'll have to, like, pull out the tampon before you stick your cock in, and there'll be blood and stuff. But the good news is that you won't have to pull out to cum. I can be your nasty little cum-dumpster all weekend, anywhere you want to shoot your load!"

Holy fuck, that was some weekend. After nearly three weeks with just one hot session with my baby (not to mention a handjob from a stripper, which I wasn't about to mention!), plus the terrible news that now someone else had also fucked her, I had more wood than a forest of giant sequoias. With Stacey wrapped around me, kissing and hugging me close, I staggered through to the kitchen and laid her down on the table. Within moments, my pants were around my ankles, and I tugged her tampon out and threw it in the sink. There wasn't much blood, but I wouldn't have cared if her snatch had resembled something out of a slasher movie. Between the moment when she had kicked the front door closed to her throwing her head back and moaning when my cock first slid up her to the hilt, barely a minute had passed. I tore the buttons from her sweet little blouse to gain access to her cute titties with their hard, erect nipples. Her long, French-polished nails left scratches on my back as she clawed my t-shirt up my back and over my head. And her voice was urgent, pleading, as she goaded me on with some of the dirtiest talk I'd yet heard her use.

"C'mon. Yes! Harder! Right there, yes! Stick it in, Uncle Bob. OH! Gimme your cock. Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me good, fuck me hard! Oooh yes! Give me that big dick! Yes! I can take it all! Stick it up me! Stick it right up -- right up my cunt! Yeah, yeah! Harder! More! MORE! Fill my cunt! C'mon, stick me with that awesome cock. OH YEAH! Stretch my little cunt! Oh yes! Oh yes! Give it to this dirty slut! I wanna feel you cum! Cum in my cunt, baby! Cum right up my tight cunt! Cum for me - Uncle Bob!"

I knew I was going to come before her. She gets off on the sexiness of fucking, but she usually needs something on her clit to really take her there, and though I was doing my best to make contact with the button, she was holding me down so tight with her arms and legs that I just couldn't get a hand between us. Also, I was enjoying the abandoned feeling of really hammering her pussy, and I couldn't easily change the angle for more clit friction. And anyway, she'd fucked someone else, and we both seemed to feel it was my turn to come first, maybe as a little punishment for her.

So I did. I let go and squirted what felt like a pint of jizz inside her tight, soaking wet little cooze. And it felt glorious. Like I said before, cumming on a girl looks great but it feels much more awesome -- to use a Stacey word -- to cum in a girl. Cheryl had been on the pill, so I could do what I liked (and frequently did, sometime to Cheryl's disgust). With Stacey, I'd so far decorated two holes with milky fluid, and two out of three ain't bad, but all three is the best. It was dirty and depraved and beautiful, all at the same, seriously fucked-up time.

We kissed for ages. "God, you've become such a little slut, Stacey," I grinned at her.

"Hey, are you saying that like it's a bad thing, Uncle Bob?" There was a playful light in her eyes.

"Stacey, right now, it's up there with winning the Nobel prize."

"Cool, 'cuz this weekend I'm gonna be the biggest slut ever!  Do you like it that you can cum in my cooze, Uncle Bob? I think it's neat. Sorry about the blood, though."

I kissed her again hungrily, and about then, my dick slipped out of her. I grabbed some kitchen paper and mopped up the puddle of pink fluid dribbling from her pussy, then took the used tampon from the sink, wrapped it in the paper and dumped it in the garbage. Stacey was still lying on the table. Her blouse was torn open, her little skirt was around her waist, and had some splashes of blood and cum on it. Her legs were wide open, giving me a seriously horny view of a very wet and wide pussy, and a thoroughly fucked and open cunt. Her whore-pink lipstick was smeared across her face, her hair stuck to her perspiration-covered forehead. She was a picture of total and utter sexual depravity. I was already starting to get wood again at the sight.

Then strangely, my mind went back to a cute little blonde moppet, who had run, crying, into my bedroom, clutching her teddy bear, around twelve years ago, looking for protection from a scary thunderstorm, hugging me tightly for security. And here was the same little girl, whoring out all her sweet holes to the same guy. My first thought was 'what have I done to her?' Then she gave me a very dirty smile, and my next thought was 'what can I do to her next?'

Like I said, it was a seriously wild weekend. We went upstairs and showered. With the water still running over us, she went down on her knees and tonsillized my dick. Just as I thought I would burst again, I pulled her head back. She gulped air.

"Hey, no protein shake for me, Mr Woodman?"

"Not yet, you naughty girl. How's your ass?"

"Clean and lubed, sir!" she said with a mock salute. "No plug though. I, like, left all my best ones here last time."

"So turn around and present for me. It's time it was filled."

"Aye, aye, sir. Just please don't be too forceful at first, sir. It's had, like, nothing shoved into it for weeks, and we so want it to last all weekend!"

I turned off the shower and we stepped out, still dripping, onto the cold, tiled floor. The air was warm anyway, so I didn't bother to towel either of us. She took up her position holding on to the marble washstand, as I got some more lube from the bathroom cabinet, squirted some on my hand and slipped a finger in her tight hole. "Ouch! That's cold!" she protested. She let out some endearing little "Ooh! Ooh!" noises as I worked the extra lube in, then opened her with first two and then three fingers. I could see that she was wincing a little at the stretch; it had been nearly three weeks since she'd had anything in her ass. Still, I was sure she wanted it, and I was absolutely desperate.

I squirted more lube onto my cock, then smeared it around so I was well slicked-up. A couple more strokes with my fingers, trying to spread them and stretch her some more, then out with the hand and in with the cock-head. 

Fuck, she was tight. Every previous time, there had been some more lengthy preparation, usually with a plug. I pressed my cock-head harder against her so-tight little hole, and at first it slipped and slithered around, before finally going into the opening and starting to stretch her sweet little ass.

"Ohmygod! Oh Jesus! Shit! SHIT! Oh! Oh fuck you're big! I must've -- AH! -- must've -- closed up -- since -- OW! - since last time -- AH!"

"It's OK, baby," I said, suddenly concerned, "we don't have to..."

"NO -- DON'T PULL OUT! FUCK MY ASS! AH! AH! DO IT! " she demanded through gritted teeth.

It was like the first time all over again, only I think this may have hurt her rather more. When my cock-head got inside, she let out a loud gasp. In the mirror in front of us, I could see her face. Her eyes were wide with what seemed like shock, then as I pushed deeper, she screwed up her face in pain.

"Stacey baby, I've gotta stop, I can't..."

"NO! No Uncle Bob, it's just -- it's just that I'm -- I'm AH! -- totally tight and - AH! -- you're like -- like -- bigger than I -- AH! AAH! -- than I -- remember. OW! OhshitohfuckohohohOH!"

I slid another inch in, and she drew a long breath.

"Hold it there, please -- please -- Uncle Bob. Just let my butt -- get used to -- to the stretch. Fuck. That feels totally -- like, totally full. Whoa!"

She took several deep breaths. I realized I was just holding her hips, so I slid a hand around to her pussy, put it over her soft, silky mound and slipped it into her slit. After a few moments, I heard her catch her breath.

"Oh! Oh yes! That -- that's better, Uncle Bob. Just -- ooh -- just keep doing that."

We stayed like that for several minutes, me stroking her clit, she getting used to the stretch in her ass. Then slowly, tentatively, she pushed back towards me. I heard her catch her breath again, and then change direction. I thought she would slide off my cock, but she just pulled back about halfway and then pushed again.

"It's not so -- so tight now -- Uncle Bob. I sorta -- sorta stretched. And your hand -- on my clit -- is cool. You can try again -- to, like - push your cock in -- slowly - please."

So I eased my cock slowly back and forward, short, slow strokes to open her up and spread the lube. Then, when I could move around three inches either way, I tried pulling back and just using the head of my cock to tease her tight sphincter, just tugging against it. That used to drive Cheryl wild, and I could see that Stacey was enjoying it too. The pain had gone from her face, and there was just this look of lustful pleasure.

About now, what my body most wanted to do was to shove my cock in hard, straight up Stacey's tight little ass. Inside, I was still a little angry that she'd cheated on me, and I had been getting a little sicko pleasure from her earlier discomfort. But I owed her some gentleness, some good orgasms, something to bring her back to me. So I teased and stroked her pussy, jiggled my cock-head around just inside her ass where I knew she was most sensitive, cupped her cute little titties, nibbled her ears and her neck, and told her what a luscious little slut angel she was. I told her to look in the mirror, watching herself being a dirty little slut, being fucked up the ass.

I saw that the pain had mostly gone, that she was now into it, was responding to each stroke. Slowly I pushed back in, sliding around half my length inside, pulling all the way back, almost out, and then back in again, just a little deeper. And again. And again.

I sensed she was close, so I whispered in her ear, in sexy, husky tones, "come for me baby. Let me see you come. Let me feel your tight little slutty ass squeezing my big, hard, dick. Let me... OOOH!"

And she did it all for me. I heard her moaning, felt the spasms in her tight ass, squeezing my cock. I pushed my finger further back in her slit, and felt her pussy clenching too. So I took that as my signal to thrust a little deeper, to enjoy the ripples in her oh-so-tight tunnel. 

I fucked her ass for maybe another minute. She moaned and cried out a few times, and when I finally came, she slumped over the washbasin. Her asshole was still so tight around my cock, I had to wait until my hard-on was gone before I could pull out. Stacey looked all in, so I wrapped her in a large towel, dried her off and carried her to the bed, where I cradled her gently.

She looked at me a little wearily. "Uncle Bob, did you cum good?"

"It was beautiful Stacey. But I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"It's OK Uncle Bob. It was like, somehow, my ass just clamped tight and it wouldn't, like, stretch. But I so wanted it to be good for you. Thank you for being patient with me, making me come."

"Baby," I said, stroking her hair, "I really didn't want to go on when I was causing you pain like that."

"It was OK, really, Uncle Bob. Honest. It mostly stopped hurting soon after you rubbed my pussy and pulled back a little. I totally wanted you to fuck me hard in the ass, I was so feeling like a slut. But you made the pain go away, and you made it, like, good. You always make it good, Uncle Bob."

I fixed us a light snack -- just a little fresh pasta with some sauce I'd prepared earlier and re-heated -- and brought it to bed. I also offered Stacey some wine, and she soon cheered up and became less subdued.

"Uncle Bob, I'm sorry about, like, the problems with my ass. I so felt I was ready for your cock, but, like, my ass just wouldn't open."

"Stacey, hey baby, it's not your fault. Like I said, I should've stopped when it first started to hurt. I wonder if this is anything to do with your period. Maybe it was some sort of cramp or something."

"Hey yeah, maybe it was. Do you think I should, like, sleep with a plug in tonight, so my ass can get used to it and be ready for some total fucking tomorrow?"

I kissed her. "Stacey, you're frankly fucking amazing. Any other girl would say 'no way' if I even suggested ass fucking them after I'd caused them pain like you had just now, but you seem to want to keep on regardless."

"Hey, Uncle Bob, it's cool. Like, if it had really hurt before -- and it only hurt a little bit the first time, and then, like, it was totally awesome -- then maybe I'd be sorta scared, but I know just how amazing it can feel, and I so want to do it again. And, like, how can I be your little slut whore if you can't stick you dick up my ass?" She smiled that beautiful, innocent-looking demure smile that has always melted my heart, and has usually gotten her anything she wanted.

I couldn't help but laugh, but as I was feeling horny again, I grabbed a couple of vibes from off the nightstandt, threw them on the bed, and before she could even react I grabbed her ankles, lifted them up and dived my face between her legs. The taste of her was different -- more musky, and with overtones of blood, but why should I care. She was happy to guzzle down my cum -- and, it would seem, other guys' as well -- and I felt sure that those fluids are not always delicious. Some girls even do ass-to-mouth, though I've no idea why. I mean, if you asked a guy to stick his finger up his own ass and then suck it, he'd probably punch you in the face. But the same guy would expect his girl to suck his cock after it had been up her ass, and that's really pretty gross, if you think about it.

So I spent quite some time at Stacey's wishing well, first licking and sucking, then adding a g-spot vibrator to the fun. Once or twice she nearly broke my neck as her thighs locked onto my head and she twisted and turned in erotic ecstasy, but hey, that's a small price to pay for giving a beautiful girl multiple orgasms.

I finally decided that I'd earned another one myself, so I pushed her legs wide apart and up, holding her down so her knees were on either side of her tits. I scooted my body up and inserted my cock in double quick time. Stacey's surprised and delighted cries as I settled into the saddle and began pounding her pussy spurred me on. I'd never fucked her in this position before -- the sort of thing you see in porn movies, usually of flexible young pornstars -- but her openness was a big turn on, as were her little squeals. I wasn't intending to last long, and I didn't, relishing the opportunity to shoot my load inside those liquid depths.

After we'd cleaned up and Stacey had put in another tampon, we snuggled down again. "Uncle Bob," she said in her 'cute' voice, "I've been, like, thinking about us. See, I totally want to be having fun with you, and doing all of the awesome, nasty, dirty things we do. It's so cool! It's just that, like, it so isn't fair that we can't get married and stuff. And we totally need to have a way that we can have, like, normal boyfriends but still be fuck-buddies, right?"

"Well, I don't think I want a boyfriend, and in what way am I not a normal boyfriend? Are you implying, young lady, that I am in some way gay?"

She dug me playfully in the ribs with her finger. "You're just being silly, Uncle Bob. You know what I mean. Like, we should so both be able to meet and fuck other people, but still stay totally fuck buddies and bestest friends and stuff. Don'tcha think, huh?" She looked up at me with those big baby blues, knowing from long experience that I'd agree to most anything when she gave me that look.

"So what do you have in mind, baby?"

"Like, I have all these guys chasing me, and I've, like fucked Josh and stuff," -- she said it in a tone as if she'd forgotten to wash up her coffee cup -- "but like, you don't have anyone to fool around with when I'm not here. I so need to find you some regular girlfriend, but, like, one where you can still get away to fuck me. Yeah?"

"I agree that might be an interesting scenario. But it could get fucking complicated, but how's it gonna happen? Do you have a plan?"

"Sorta. But, like, you have to not get jealous when I, like, fool around with boys. Deal?"

I was too fucked out to argue, so I just kissed her.

"We need to, like, shake on it," she said, reaching out her hand, but instead of shaking my hand, she wrapped it around my cock and started stroking it. "So Uncle Bob, do we, like, have a deal?"

I couldn't take any more. I gently pulled her hand away. "OK, baby, we have a deal. Just leave my cock alone until the morning, will ya? It's had a hard day and it wants a soft night to recover."




Uncle Bob Ch. 05



She giggled, kissed me, snuggled down and in barely a minute she was asleep. 

I lay awake for nearly an hour, thinking about what was going to happen to us. Maybe this was for the best. We'd each find a 'normal' partner and live happily ever after. Every once in a while, we'd meet for some crazed session together, then go back to reality. Sure. That's how it needed to be, especially if we were not always to be living in fear of the cops dragging me off, or -- possibly worse - Dolores throwing the world's biggest hissy fit all over us and finding some legal way of barring us from ever seeing each other again.

Stacey was still asleep when I woke up. I went to clean my teeth, and was going to fix some coffee when I glanced back at the bed. She was naked, sprawled across the mattress with her long, skinny legs wide open. Her hair was spread out around her face, a couple of loose locks just caressing her cheeks. Her arms were up in a gesture of surrender. Fuck -- the coffee could wait. I grabbed a few necessary items and slipped my face in between Stacey's thighs.

I'd been licking gently for maybe a minute before she woke up, which I took as my signal to extract the tampon, catching it on the tissues I'd prepared and mopping up the little trail of blood, without missing a lick. When she grabbed hold of my hair and started pressing my mouth closer, I took that as a sign that she liked what I was doing. I reached out for the toys I'd put in reach, slipped a slim vibrator into her snatch, and heard her little cries and moans join with the soft buzzing of the embedded toy. A few minutes later, I managed to get a well-lubed finger in her ass, and, with my mouth still glued to her clit, maneuver a slicked-up butt-plug into the same hole. (Oh the dexterity of the musician!) It was only a small one, but Stacey gasped as it slipped in, and then moaned each time I tugged the toy back to stretch her tight little sphincter.

She came within a couple of minutes, but I now knew how to keep her on that plateau, and I kept her coming for quite a while, until she was begging me to stop. She was panting and gasping when I slid back up her body, pausing to kiss her. "Euwww! I can so taste blood and stuff. How can you like, eat me, with my pussy making all that, like, goo?"

"Stacey, do you ever complain about my cum?"

"No way! It's like, so yummy."

"Always? Doesn't it sometimes taste a bit yukky?"

"Well, Uncle Bob, I don't always get to taste it properly if you're like, cumming down my throat. But it's always so naughty and hot to be, like, doing the porno thing, and I so don't ever mind the taste. It's not like you pulled your cock outta my ass and stuck it in my mouth. That's like, a little gross. But horny all the same"

"Stacey, I could never do that to you. I happen to think it's gross, and though it might look horny on some of those pornos, I have too much respect and love for you to make you do that. And Stacey, I don't ever mind the taste of you. When I was doing martial arts and football at college, I got smacked in the mouth a few times and I know what blood tastes like. It doesn't freak me out."

"Cool. But, like, Uncle Bob, I can feel, like, this huge boner against my thigh. Why don't we, like, find somewhere nice for it? Hey, I have this cool idea. Roll over."

So I rolled over onto my back, and Stacey let the vibrator slip out of her wet, pink cooze, straddled me and, taking my cock in one hand, slowly lowered that hot, glorious hole over it. The butt plug was still buzzing in her ass, and she put her feet flat on the mattress, her arms behind her, and proceeded to fuck herself on my throbbing wood. It was a joy to watch; that beautiful wet snatch, open for me, her tight, pink cunt taking me to the hilt, then rising up to almost release me, and all the while, the slippery, silky feel, caressing me. The buzzing through that slim layer of skin between her two holes was an extra thrill.

"You like that -- Uncle Bob?" The exertion was making her out of breath.

"I love it baby. How does your pussy feel?"

"Hungry. It wants to eat -- you all up. And my ass -- is, like -- buzzing. Feels so good -- so good!"

"Cool, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick. Take it all baby."

"Oh yeah! Oh -- oh yeah!" she gasped, her eyes closed in concentration, her head thrown back as she rode that tight, wet tunnel up and down on my dick. She looked like something out of a porno director's wet dream.

About then, I picked up the discarded vibrator and slid it onto her open pussy, holding it so it kept contact with her clit. She squealed, her head swung forward and her eyes and mouth both snapped open wide. Just as she was coming, still riding me up and down fiercely, I changed the angle, placing the slim toy tight against my cock, so that her next downward stoke drove both cock and toy into her slippery cooze. 

She screamed. I mean, a really loud scream. But she didn't stop coming, though she did stop riding my cock. "Ohmygod! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" she gabbled. I was so near, I lifted her skinny hips with my arms and plunged her down on me again. The vibrator skittered away, but it had done its work and I rode the waves inside Stacey's cunt until the firehose burst into life and I was cumming straight up inside my niece.

"Ohmygod, Uncle Bob," Stacey gasped after she had collapsed forwards on top of my and I was holding her close, her head on the pillow beside me, "what was that?"

"It was just your dirty old Uncle Bob being very naughty, Stacey baby. I wondered how it would feel for you to have, like, two cocks inside your little cunt at the same time. Not a really big one. Not mine, I mean the vibrator. So how was it?"

"Well, it was sorta weird and a bit, like, painful, but still hot and sexy and naughty. And I totally came all over again and again."

"Good. So what do you want to do today, my naughty angel?" I kissed her gently, and she responded in a way that would've got me hard again, even while I was softening inside her.

She broke the kiss. "Can we, like, go to the mall? I need to get some things -- surprise things -- and it's been, like, a week since I did any shopping!"

So we skipped breakfast, and instead had coffee and Danish in Starbucks. I insisted that she dressed a little more conservatively than last time. Her t-shirt wasn't too clingy, and only exposed her belly button when she stretched up. The skirt was almost mid-thigh length, and the sneakers, though colorful, were unlikely to give anyone a boner -- unlike some of the heels she might otherwise have worn. She just looked like a pretty teenager, out for a day with her uncle; not some horny slut who'd just been riding said uncle's dick.

But she insisted on putting in a butt-plug. "I so don't want it to hurt next time you butt-fuck me, Uncle Bob," she informed me demurely as we sat, sipping our coffee. I nearly sprayed her with latte, and glanced around in panic in case someone had heard. Fortunately, the only people nearby were four noisy teenage nerds two tables away, talking loudly about some shitty X-Box game, and occasionally looking hungrily and hopelessly in Stacey's direction. They were far too fixated in their own little world to hear what Stacey was saying. (Most likely, they wouldn't have heard what she was saying if she was actually talking to them -- they'd just be drooling over her nipples pressing through her t-shirt. I know; I was like them at that age).

Keeping my voice low, I replied "neither do I, sweetie, but that's not a topic of conversation for public places. I hope you're wearing panties today?"

"Duh! I wouldn't want it to, like, fall out, would I?"

"I've seen the pictures of you at school. You weren't wearing them then."

"I so did!" she hissed, leaning forward and talking in a hoarse, indignant whisper. "Like, I just took them off for the picture, is all. And that plug was way bigger than the one I have in today. And you so said we shouldn't talk about it!" She sat back, her expression changed and she sipped her cappuccino as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. At times like that, I just wanted it to be me, melting in her mouth. Why the fuck did I have to share that experience with anyone? "So what do you want to get today, Uncle Bob?" she asked, demurely.

"Baby, you're the one who wanted to shop. What do you need?"

"Oh, nothin' really. But if you like, you can buy me a present." Again, the sweet, angelic look that had had me splashing the cash for her for years -- and now was threatening to make me splash the cum for her. Ooh, she is such a naughty girl when she wants to be. And most times I want her to be.

So we toured the clothes stores, and she selected some mildly outrageous outfits. Tiny skirts, saucy little thong panties, tops that revealed more than they covered, earrings that almost brushed her shoulders, garish make-up. When I told her I would look like a pervert buying those things for her, she produced her own card. "But there's one special present I'd really like, Uncle Bob. Can you please, please get it for me?"

"What's that?"

She just smiled and led me towards the sex supermarket, just outside the mall. When I realized where she was going, I had a good look around to make sure nobody could see us go in. I didn't want a repeat of the last experience with Dolores. Inside, the same skuzzy, bored-looking guy was behind the counter, and a really hot-looking broad was putting stuff out on shelves. When I say she was hot, that's, like, smokin'. Around mid-twenties, short brown hair that made her look a bit 'elfin', big brown eyes, tits that were perfectly proportioned for her slim body, long legs and a peachy ass, all sheathed in a tight t-shirt with the name of the store and a pair of skin-tight jeans. She was obviously employed to fuel the customers' fantasies. Stacey went up to her and asked her about wireless vibrators. The woman smiled at my little angel, asked for ID to make sure she was eighteen, and then led her to the shelves at the back. 

I followed in their wake, admiring two very hot girls and feeling like a total pervert. The assistant had probably been sewn into her jeans and top; I even caught a glimpse of camel-toe and nipples -- pointing at me accusingly - as she turned around to show Stacey the various models of toy. Stacey was particularly taken with the wireless-controlled butt plug.

"Are these for you?" the assistant asked. The badge pinned to her tight t-shirt said 'Barbie', and I could see why.

"Totally," was Stacey's almost predictable response.

"Good. It's just that, if you don't mind me saying so, you do look a little young to be trying something this -- er -- sophisticated."

"Oh, like, I understand, but it's cool. Like, I've totally done anal and it's so the best. Do you like it? Isn't it awesome?" She giggled, her eyes alight with the memory of extreme naughtiness.

The assistant looked slightly embarrassed at Stacey's question, especially as I was standing nearby. "I -- well, sorta. But," she shot a glance at me, then turned back to Stacey, "I find it hurts a little too much."

"Oh, you so need a guy who really knows how to do it, like my Un -- like my boyfriend. He's so cool, and so gentle, and he totally knows how to make it feel awesome. He makes me come with just his cock up my butt. He doesn't even need to touch my clitty. Though, like, when he does, I just kinda go wild." Stacey's face was a picture of innocent -- but naughty -- abandon, her eyes flashing, her giggle infectious.

Barbie looked at me with renewed interest. "This guy?" she asked, looking surprised.

"Sure. He's so cool. And so hot."

The assistant paused, as if assessing me. "He's a little -- old -- for you, isn't he, sweetheart?" But the look said 'but not too old for me.' I tried to look disinterested. Actually, I would be very interested in teaching Barbie to enjoy butt-fucking. If this was part of Stacey's plan, I could go along with that for a while...

"NO WAY! He's like, fit and strong and so gentle and he makes me cum and cum and cum." I glanced around to see who else was hearing Stacey's sales pitch. The guy at the desk was looking in our direction. "Stacey, baby, try not to tell the entire mall."

"Sorry Un- er, Sorry." Stacey looked at me and smiled saucily. This was getting embarrassing -- it was like Stacey was pimping me - so I moved away, pretending to be interested in some BDSM gear on the next shelf, and left them to talk.

A few minutes later, Stacey came over, holding three boxes. "I can't decide which ones to have. Can I have them all, please, Un- er -- Bobby?"

Bobby? Shit, no-one ever calls me Bobby unless they want their ass kicked across the car park. But she could hardly call me Uncle Bob in the shop, could she. I looked at the boxes. Two butt plugs, one small, one large, and a combined g-spot vibrator and clit stimulator. All claimed to have a wireless control that worked from up to twenty feet away.

Barbie came up to us. "We have a special offer on the Sybian this week. Have you ever tried one?" she asked Stacey.

"No. What does it do?"

"Well, it's like a half barrel, with this plug that sticks up and a pad that presses on your clit. You just straddle it, wind up the intensity to however you feel, and the orgasms are out of this world."

I immediately got an image of Barbie, naked and coming noisily as her hot, writhing body straddled a Sybian, her wet pink pussy pressed against the body and her firm titties with their hard nipples jiggling. I wondered whether she would offer to demonstrate the machine to Stacey. I'd be happy to wait around and maybe watch a little while they both tested the machine.

Barbie must've caught my expression, because she blushed and looked away. But then she looked shyly back up at me. Maybe something was going on here.

"No thanks, Barbie," Stacey said, breaking my reverie. "I have my own version of the Sybian, and he provided me with a mind-blowing ride at home this morning." She looked at me cheekily. I glanced at Barbie. She had an interesting expression on her face. It felt like something ought to happen.

"We'll take these," I said, handing Stacey's toys to the assistant. "And maybe you have a card -- for the store -- in case we want to check on any other offers you might have?"

Barbie took the payment -- nearly $200, shit! -- and put the purchases in an anonymous tote bag. Then she wrote a cellphone number on a store's card and passed it to me. "This is the number to call if you need to ask anything," she said, giving me a look that said 'anything -- anything at all'. The skuzzy guy behind the counter turned a look on me that said 'you asshole! I've been trying to get inside her pants for months! You walk in and she's giving you her phone number! What have you got -- a twelve inch dick or something?'

I smiled at Barbie, smirked a little at the skuzzy guy, and headed for the door. "Stacey, baby, remember last time," I said. "Let me go first. I'll stand over there, and if it's all clear, I'll nod and you can come out. OK?"

We got back to the car without (I hoped) getting noticed. As I put our purchases into the trunk, Stacey reached into the bag and pulled out the biggest butt-plug, and then climbed into the back seat. I didn't watch what she was doing, but a few minutes later, she emerged looking a little flushed. "How about we go for something to eat now, Uncle Bob?" she said without commenting on what she had been doing.

We sat in a booth, me drinking a beer and her sipping on a Diet Coke, as we waited for our food. Stacey reached into this little purse that had been hanging from her shoulder -- almost snagging the big hoop earrings that she had put in -- and pulled out a little pink plastic box.

"This is the remote, Uncle Bob. I sorta set it to a slow buzz after I put the plug in, but I want you to have this now. I so want you to have control."

"Stacey, we're in a restaurant, for fuck's sake! What do you think you're doing?"

"Uncle Bob, I so need to come! Please! After talking to Barbie about, like, butt-fucking and stuff, I started to get so horny again. And like, I thought about you and Barbie, and I kinda imagined you, like, giving it to her up the ass like you do with me. Oh, that would be so cool! And, like, it so got me all wet and hot just, like, thinking about it."

"Stacey, what are you doing? Are you really trying to get me and Barbie into bed together?" I still wasn't sure whether the episode in the sex store had been just her little game.

"Why not, Uncle Bob? Like, I've done it with Josh, and she so needs to learn how awesome ass-fucking really feels." I glanced around nervously. I really wished that Stacey would be careful discussing anal sex with me in public places. All it would take would be one cop on a donut break and I'd be the one taking it up the ass, in some Federal penitentiary!

"Stacey, please be quiet."

"Cool. But I thought Barbie was so hot. And she so liked you. I can tell. Oh, and you totally liked her!"

"You can tell that too?"

"Sure. It's the way you start, like, drooling." She saw my expression and laughed outrageously. "No, really Uncle Bob, you don't really. It's just, I've seen your face when you're turned on -- like, millions of times -- and she turned you on. She so has a hot body, don't you think? I mean, like, I'm a girl and I thought she was hot. You should call her, like, maybe when I've gone home. She so needs a man like you."

Why does my mind torture me so much? Another depraved image came into my head, this time of Stacey and Barbie locked in a sixty-nine, while I fucked Barbie up the ass.

"Do you, like, think she gets to try out all the toys, Uncle Bob? She so wanted to sell me that Sybian thing. I guess she must have, like, given it a ride and stuff."

'No, Bob', I thought. 'Don't...' But there, in my mind, was Barbie on the Sybian, bending forward so I could slip my cock up her ass, begging me to....

"Hey Uncle Bob. Please, would you turn the control up?"

I glanced down at the pink plastic box in my palm, The control knob was set to 'Lo'. I turned it up two notches. Stacey's eyes widened and she let out a low "oooh!" I watched her expression, as she felt the new, stronger sensations tingling through her.

"Oh that feels so naughty, Uncle Bob! Could you, like -- sorta reach down and play with my pussy -- please?"

This was madness, but very exciting. I glanced around. No sign of our food yet, so I slipped a hand under the table, and onto Stacey's smooth, skinny thigh. She was sitting at the back of the booth, at right angles to me, so I could reach her, although the angle was a little difficult. With some slight twisting of my wrist, and by leaning down over the table, I could get my thumb onto her clit.

"Where are your panties, baby? I thought you said you needed them for the plug?" I asked, softly.

"This one -- it's way bigger than -- oooh -- than the other one," she gasped, breathlessly. "I wanted -- oh yes! - I wanted to -- stretch it properly -- for you -- oooh! -- so that -- so that you could, f-f..."

"Two burgers, one with cheese?"

I felt sure that the waitress must have guessed what we were doing, but if she did, her bored expression didn't betray her. As casually as I could, I slowly withdrew my 'pussy hand', sat back and lifted my beer glass as the plates were put down. There was a slightly strange look on the woman's face, but she said nothing, apart from "any relishes or sauces?" before returning to the kitchen.

"Uncle Bob, please. Please - put your hand back, like, now. I've so gotta come. Please?"

Checking again that we were not being observed, I snaked my arm back under the table, under Stacey's skirt, and my thumb started to rub and tease her clit. I felt her spreading her legs, pushing her pussy against my thumb, and I spread my fingers across her smooth mound to brace myself. With my other hand, I picked up the control box from the seat beside me, braced it on my thigh.




Uncle Bob Ch. 05



"Stacey, pick up your burger and take a big bite."

She obeyed, and that was when I turned the control knob to full.

Stacey's shriek was muffled by the burger in her mouth. Even so, people looked in our direction. I turned to embrace her, making a show of hitting her on the back as if she'd swallowed something that had got stuck. Meanwhile, my thumb kept on rubbing her clit. When I felt she'd come enough, I took my thumb away and sat back, surreptitiously turning the vibrator off.

"Are you OK, honey. Did something go in the wrong hole?"

She coughed, spluttered a little and took a swig of her coke. "I'm -- I'm OK, Uncle Bob."

I looked around at the concerned faces. "She's OK now," I said, smiling, and the diners returned to their meals.

"Are you really OK now, baby?" I asked.

"Oh sure, Uncle Bob. That was so unreal! Like, wow!"

"Good. Tell me about it after lunch. My burger's getting cold."

In the car on the way home, Stacey wouldn't stop talking.

"Oh wow, Uncle Bob. That was so amazing! Like, I kept thinking about Barbie and the Sybian, and I, like, so wanted to come real strong. And that plug up my ass felt totally awesome, and then your thumb on my clitty was so good. Like, mega unreal!"

"Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. But I think that the waitress maybe guessed what we were doing, and we're gonna get busted if we keep taking chances like that."

"Oh Uncle Bob, but it's just so totally, totally amazing and awesome! Like, doing it like that, so in a public place, it makes it -- like totally hot!"

"OK, OK Stacey. I get the picture. But we need to show a little -- discretion. You nearly called me 'Uncle Bob' in front of Barbie. If she'd noticed the name on your ID and on my credit card and put two and two together, I could already be on my way to the slammer. You could see she was suspicious of me and you -- about the age gap."

"Yeah, but now she knows you're like, the best ever fuck, 'cuz I told her. And you should so call her and fuck that tight juicy ass of hers. She so wants your dick up her butt."

"Stacey, for fuck's sake! You're like some weird matchmaker, except you're not trying to get me to take a girl up the aisle. Instead, you just want me to take her up the ass!"

Stacey laughed. "Oh sure, Uncle Bob. But you're so the man for that. And Barbie is totally missing out. You'd so be perfect for each other."

Mentally, I agreed. Well actually, whether my brain was involved at all, I'm not sure. Certainly my dick was in no doubt that exploring between Barbie's peachy buttocks would be an excellent idea. However, the complications involved would be rather hard to manage.

"I'm not sure about it, Stacey. It'd get complicated."

"Complicated? Like, how?"

"Well, imagine your mom coming to visit. 'Hi Robert, who's the new girlfriend?' Oh, this is Barbie. 'That's nice. What does she do?' She works in a sex shop. 'Oh really? And how did you two meet?' Well, I was in there with your daughter, buying her some vibrating butt plugs, when Barbie offered Stacey a ride on a Sybian. Stacey said she preferred being fucked up the butt, and Barbie wanted to know if it could feel good. So Stacey suggested Barbie and I should hook up so's I could show her how good I could be at fucking her up the ass. Now, Dolores, would you like wine or iced tea?"

Stacey slapped my arm and fell about giggling. "Uncle Bob," she said when she'd calmed down. "Stop being silly. You know you want her, and I've, totally saved you the trouble of having to ask her out and persuade her to go to bed with you. Now she so knows that you are Mr Buttfuck -- no, Prince Buttfuck -- and she, like, gave you her number. Hey, here's a cool idea! Why don't we call her up now, and ask her around to your place tonight. We could, like, give her a demonstration of how it's done, then you could give it to her up the ass while I maybe played with her clitty. Wouldn't that be cool?"

It's quite hard to drive with a monster boner, and half of me -- the bit below the waist -- wanted to make that call right there and then. However, the part of me above the neck wanted to return to the real world, where letting a stranger share a deeply erotic and rather perverted sexual experience with a girl and her uncle might not be the wisest of courses. Also, the title of Mr Buttfuck -- even with the addition of a royal title -- was not one I cherished. It had unpleasant connotations of what would surely happen to me if my sorry ass ever hit the slammer -- which, given Stacey's increasingly wild behavior, was pretty likely, any time soon.

"Stacey, appealing as the prospect might be of having two hot girls in the room, both gagging for a butt-fuck, it's not realistic. One little slip, like you calling me Uncle Bob without meaning to, and we have a potential witness for the prosecution. And I'm sure she must have a boyfriend."

"She has. His name's Dean, and it sounds like he's a total loser. He, like, works in a gym and spends all his time pumping iron. Barbie thinks he's a total narcissist."

"Jesus H Christ, girl! So if I don't get my sorry ass in the slammer when Barbie tells the cops that I'm fucking my niece, I'll get it pounded by some serious jock for trying to fuck his girlfriend up the butt! Stacey, have mercy on your poor old uncle!"

"Don't worry, Uncle Bob. I'm sure there's a way. Why don't we just call her?"

"And say what, Stacey?" I could still remember Barbie's peachy ass in her tighter-than-skin jeans, and sincerely hoped there could be a way in there. But I felt that this was all madness. "We really need to think about it first. Let me call her on Monday, maybe fix something up with her during the week."

"But Uncle Bob, if you do that, then I can't be there, and I get sooo hot thinking about it!" She gave a little giggle. "And if we don't call her, she may get fixed up for tonight and, like, we'll miss the opportunity." Before I could protest further, she picked up her cell-phone and dialed the number. "Hey Barbie? Hey, it's, like, me, Stacey. Like, me and you just met in your store, with my boyfriend Bobby. Yeah, you remember? Like, he's a friend of my dad. I sometimes call him my 'Uncle Bob' -- I think he gets off on it." She turned to me and winked.

"See, Bobby and me, we've been so thinking about you and how you are so hot and what you said and stuff, and we wondered if you want to, like, meet up tonight. Maybe go to a bar and stuff? Then, like, if we're all cool, go on someplace else?"

There was a pause in the conversation. Barbie seemed to be thinking about it. Then she said something to Stacey, whose face brightened.

"Awesome! So we'll see you there. Around seven -- totally cool!" She closed the call and turned to me with a huge smile on her face, bouncing off the seat in her excitement. "Oh Uncle Bob, we are totally gonna have an awesome night tonight!"



Uncle Bob Ch. 06



Chapter Six -- It's good to share

Author's note: Thanks for the feedback so far - but please could I have some more? The next few chapters extend Bon and Stacey's relationship, sometimes into dangerous new territories. If anyone has an idea for how I can get some MMF into this story, please let me know! Enjoy

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We arrived at the restaurant at the mall -- the same one where Stacey had nearly been discovered in mid-orgasm earlier that day - just before seven, and found a quiet booth where we could be fairly private. I had persuaded her to dress some way short of the goth/skank/street whore outfit she had originally suggested. By comparison, her mid-thigh pleated skirt and sweet little pink t-shirt were demure. I'd even got her to wear a pair of shoes that, despite having an ankle strap and four-inch heels, didn't immediately scream 'hooker!' at you as she sashayed by.

A waitress brought our drinks, and while I made a show of reading the menu, Stacey sat so she could see anyone coming through the door.

"Stacey, I'm still not convinced this is a good idea. This could be dangerous, or embarrassing, or both." I felt sure that we were taking a big risk here, but Stacey had, as usual, wrapped me around her finger, and once more I demonstrated my will of putty when faced with the prospect of some hot pussy -- or especially some hotter ass.

Then Stacey waved, and Barbie appeared at our table. Stacey rose and kissed our guest on the cheek. I decided to do likewise. I then nodded to the waitress and ordered Barbie a Margarita, and some chips 'n' dips for us to share.

After we all sat down again, I was able to admire Barbie a little better. In the store, I could barely take my eyes off her peachy ass. This evening, she'd put on a dress with a lot of spandex in it, and it clung to her curvy figure -- just like I wanted to do. On a lot of girls, a dress like that would be, well, rather too revealing. It would show all the unwelcome curves -- the bulging belly, the cellulite thighs, the Jell-O ass -- as well as the lines of underwear. With Barbie, there were no unwelcome curves -- and no lines. The skirt was perhaps a little shorter than Stacey's, and it showed off her excellent, nicely-shaped legs. She had obviously dressed to impress. Her makeup was sexy but sophisticated, and her short, dark hair was nicely cut and shaped.

I wasn't the only one to have noticed Barbie. Every pair of eyes in the place followed her to our table. As she sat down opposite Stacey, I could see all the guys looking at me, thinking "so what does he have to be there with two hot chicks? A twelve inch dick or a million bucks or something?" I felt proud, and a little embarrassed.

Actually, I had also made a real effort to look my best, guided very firmly by Stacey. She'd insisted I shave, she tidied my hair using lots of gel, and made me put on a smart shirt, jacket and tie. "You so want to look like you're a regular, sophisticated guy, and totally not some skuzzy stalker."

"So is that how I usually look to you, Stacey?" I had said as I adjusted my tie, just before we left my place.

"No, Uncle Bob. It's just that, like, I know that you have this totally awesome body under your clothes, but in those old t-shirts and baggy pants you don't, like, show off what you're made of."

I wouldn't exactly say that my body is 'awesome'. I do try to stay fit, and I built a pretty decent body shape doing karate and tae-kwon-do at college. I could see what Stacey meant, though. My day-to-day wardrobe could best be described as 'skuzzy casual'. I mostly work from home, building games and the websites I used to market them. I only put on anything even halfway smart when I meet clients, who are often more casually dressed than me. I'd gotten so used to jeans and t-shirts, I'd forgotten how to look smart. So I felt a little uncomfortable in my jacket and tie, but the look seemed to impress Barbie, which was the desired effect.

"You know," she said, as she sipped her drink, a little nervously, "I really wasn't sure when Stacey phoned -- it is Stacey, isn't it? I mean, when I saw you in the store early, I didn't know what to think. You see, Stacey looks so young, and you, Bobby, you look so..."

"Old?" I added, quizzically.

"No, not old," she replied quickly. "No. but sort of -- well, more mature, I guess. And a little -- well, strange looking. I was surprised by what Stacey had said. To be honest, I found it hard to understand what a pretty girl like Stacey was doing with -- if you don't mind me saying so -- a rather average looking, and definitely older, guy like you. Please don't take this wrong. I just mean that -- well, you weren't exactly dressing to impress."

"Yeah, he's, like, so not into dressing up. But when he does, he totally looks cute, don'tcha think?" Stacey giggled with excitement, sucking suggestively on the straw in her glass of Coke.

"Well, Bobby, I think you definitely look more attractive than earlier. Frankly, when I first saw you, I thought you looked a little scary. It was only because Stacey seemed so sweet and spoke so highly of you that I agreed to even meet in a public place. But now I can sort of see what she means."

'Gee, thanks,' I thought. Having been Mr Buttfuck earlier, I was now Mr Skuzzy. Some girls really know how to build a guy's ego. But I wasn't going to interrupt or challenge a girl as hot as Barbie.

"So what's with you guys?" She addressed her question mostly to Stacey. "Like I said, when I first saw you in the store, I felt that this ought to be wrong. You know, Bobby being so much older than you. And then you just coming out and saying how you guys do," she glanced around, leaned across the table and said, more softly "like, anal sex. And then Stacey saying how good Bobby is at doing it. I really didn't know what to think."

"Hey, that's totally OK," said Stacey. "Like I said, Bobby is a friend of my dad. I've known him for, like, years, but when my dad and my mom got divorced a few years ago, he was so there for me. We became totally close, like so the best buddies, and he never did anything, like, sexual, with me. He was just so cool and loving and kind and stuff. And we just used to hang out, and I sorta got used to calling him my 'Uncle Bob', even though we're not, like, related. Then when I hit eighteen, and I was horny all the time and had these guys totally hitting on me, and I couldn't, like turn to my mom and dad for advice, Bobby was there for me. And when I needed to like, learn stuff, I just asked him. And he totally helped me, and, like, made it all good."

"I see." Barbie looked rather unconvinced. "Of course he'd be there to help you." There was a note of irony in her voice.

"Totally!" Stacy said, in her usual breezy tone.

"I think what Barbie means, Stacey, is that an old -- an older guy like me would clearly have manipulated you so that I could take advantage of your innocence." I could understand her suspicion, but it wasn't for me to refute it.

"NO WAY! When I wanted Uncle Bob to take..."

"Stacey!" I gave her a sharp look, and she realized that half the people in the restaurant were looking in our direction. She pulled a face and leaned in across the table.

"See, when I wanted to -- to lose my cherry, it was like, I needed someone who loved me. Now see Uncle Bob -- Bobby -- he had loved me better than my daddy for like, years, and he'd never hurt me or tried to touch me in, like, a sexual way, and totally never even looked at my titties through my t-shirts or up my skirts and stuff."

Actually, that wasn't strictly true. The last year or so, it had been harder and harder to ignore Stacey's increasingly more blatant jailbait outfits. But no, I never did touch her 'inappropriately', and I didn't really go out of my way to admire -- OK, ogle -- her increasingly sexy little body. Or, for that matter, to avoid getting tantalizing glimpses of it. But I wasn't about to contradict my slutty little angel. After all, she was always the one who led the physical contact, apparently considering that it was perfectly appropriate to hurl herself on top of me on the couch and snuggle down as if I were some giant teddy bear, from age six to age seventeen. 

"OK, Stacey, I believe you. It's just that when I see an older guy with a young girl, I can't help thinking 'sexual predator'." Barbie gave me a still-suspicious look.

"Barbie, if you don't mind me asking, have you had a bad experience with an older guy?" I felt there was definitely something behind this apparent hostility. If we couldn't defuse this, tonight was going nowhere.

"I -- well, yes, you could say that. I -- I don't really want to talk about it."

"Sure, I understand. But please believe us both when we say that our relationship has been built on love and trust over many years, and has only recently turned sexual, and then completely at Stacey's instigation. We've actually talked about getting married, if we can and the time is right." I looked at Stacey, and she bit her lip and nodded back.

"I see. But if you love each other so much, why did you -- approach -- me? Surely Stacey is enough for you. And why would she want to share you? I was surprised when Stacey started telling me how hot you were. To be honest, I didn't really believe it. It was only because she seemed so genuinely excited that I gave you my number."

Stacey and I looked at each other. It was a good question. Exactly why had we approached Barbie when we had so much going? 

Stacey spoke first. "Like, when we saw you, we both thought you were sooo hot. And, like, when you talked about the Sybian, and I sorta said how totally awesome anal is with Un -- with Bobby, and you so looked interested, we thought it could, like, be sorta -- fun."

"Barbie. I'd also like to know why you agreed to meet with us tonight." I needed to get to the point here. I kept my voice low and directed my gaze straight at Barbie -- not a bad view. I wasn't used to making eye contact with girls this hot. "You seem to me to be rather suspicious of our motives, which I can sorta understand. But here's the deal; Stacey and me approached you because -- well, because we both thought it would be fun to hook up with you. Stacey gets off really strongly on anal. I think that when she first had the idea, she was excited about demonstrating to someone how good it is for her, and being a generous kind of girl, she just wanted you to experience the same pleasure she does. Actually, I think she wanted the thrill of teaching someone else how to do anal."

"Totally," Stacey added with deep sincerity.

"Then when you started talking about the Sybian, I think it also occurred to Stacey that it could be fun to play with another hot girl. Stacey's very adventurous -- perhaps the most experimental girl it's been my good fortune to meet. Nothing's off limits, and she's very up-front about sex. Like she said, she seduced me, and believe me, I was as unsure as you seem to be about how appropriate our relationship was when she first suggested it. But as you can see, Stacey is very persuasive. So Barbie, I think you know what we want out of this. What made you want to come here tonight, and what do you want to do next?"

"I -- I really can't say why I agreed to this meeting. I guess that my sex life with my boyfriend right now is a little -- repetitive. Dean's quite a guy, very strong, with a big dick and lots of stamina. It's just that -- it's kind of a routine, if you know what I mean. He can fuck me for hours, and he usually makes me cum, but it's the same program each time. And when he tried anal, it hurt like hell. He does want to do it with me, but I guess he's just too big and I'm too tight. I don't know."

"Yay! Un -- Bobby can show you how cool it can be. He's not, like, small, but he's so not enormous either. Sorta totally perfect. And it feels awesome!"

Barbie smiled at Stacey. Then she reached out and took Stacey's hand gently, looked into her face, then turned her gaze on me.

"Maybe what really made my mind up was Stacey. Bobby, I can see that you know she's pretty special, and when she started talking about all the stuff you guys had done, so matter-of-fact and excited, it made me feel wet and tingly. And it wasn't just her enthusiasm for anal, but I felt... You see, I've never been with a girl before. Well, that's not strictly true. A few kisses and feel-ups in high school, but never -- never anything, serious. So seeing Stacey, hearing her talk about sex so breezily, I thought she had the right sort of mix of adventure and innocence. I just thought -- why not?"

She looked at me, and I nodded and smiled. Her expression had thawed considerably, and she now seemed much more comfortable than when she'd come into the bar.

"And what about your boyfriend? Isn't he going to miss you on a Saturday night?"

"Dean's away at this bodybuilder's convention. I used to go along to those things, 'cuz there were all these really fit guys there and I got loads of attention, but that only made Dean mad, and one time he hit me when he thought I was too interested in someone else. Actually, if Dean spent more time licking my pussy and less time posing in front of the mirror, I'd probably be really happy with him. But I thought, well, he'll be back on Monday, and I won't have a chance to get away, and then I might never know -- what it would have been like. I was only working today because he wasn't around."

"So it seems, Barbie, that we all want to keep this pretty discreet. You wouldn't want Dean to know about us getting together, and Stacey and me want to keep the nature of our relationship private. It wouldn't do for her dad or mom to find out about us." Or the cops, I thought. "So do you want to take it further? What would you like to happen tonight? Did you fantasize about something before you came here?"

Barbie looked a little uncomfortable. "This all seems a little -- sordid. Like I'm some sort of hooker or something."

I reached out and put my hand over Barbie's. It was a slightly cheesy gesture -- I tried to not make it look like we were building a pyramid of hands, mine over Barbie's over Stacey's, if you see what I mean. I kept my voice soft, friendly and above all, quiet.

"Barbie, it's cool, and I understand where you're coming from. If you like, we can just stay here and have some drinks and food and stuff and be friends. Or you can leave now and never see us again."

"I -- no, that's not what I want..."

"Or you can finish your drink, and we can all go to a motel, and Stacey and me can spend the evening giving you a lot of pleasure -- and I do mean a lot. And we won't do anything you don't want. If you'd like me to please you with my cock inside that beautiful peachy ass of yours, I'd be delighted. If you're not sure, you can watch Stacey have multiple orgasms as I do it to her."

"Yay! Oh yes please, Uncle Bob!" Stacey said, again forgetting to use my 'grown up' name.

"Or the two of you can munch pussy all evening while I watch."

"Totally! Like, whatever Barbie wants, I'm so gonna need some cock. And do you have, like, one of those, like, Sybian things I could try? They sound way cool. And I think I'd so like, er, Bobby's cock in my ass at the same time. That would be totally awesome!"

I had to stifle a laugh at my slutty angel's enthusiasm. I looked into Barbie's eyes. They were wide with excitement at the thought of what we could do. She smiled at me, the first time that I felt she had properly relaxed all evening.

"I have a Sybian I use for demonstrations in the shop. I have my keys with me. If you tell me which motel, I can meet you there."

"Sure. There's a small place on Lincoln that I know. The rooms and the beds are big, and it's discreet. I'll check that they have a room, and maybe we can meet in the car park and you can follow us?" I'd spent a few blind-date, one night stands at the place. You can park right by the door of your room, so there's no need to drag any hot babes (or in my case, desperate, under-dressed no-hopers) through the reception and arouse suspicion. "Oh and Barbie? If you're still a little worried about your safety, you can always leave a note in the shop saying where you've gone, as a sort of insurance policy."

"Bobby, I don't think that will be necessary, but thanks for reassuring me. I'll see you in the car park in ten minutes."

Stacey and I watched her sashay out of the bar. So did every other guy in the place, and at least half the women. "Oh Uncle Bob, this is so awesome. Tonight's gonna be, like, like..."

"Awesome?" I suggested.

"Oh, so beyond awesome! Barbie's so hot! I so want to lick her pussy and feel those lovely big tiitties, and see your cock go into her butt!" Actually, I thought, so did I.

I drained my beer -- just one, as I needed to concentrate -- and Stacey finished her Coke. As I squeezed out of the booth, I was aware of a wet slick on the leather seat where Stacey had been sitting. So, it would appear that my slutty angel had forgotten her panties again. I surreptitiously wiped it up with a napkin, and reflected that it was going to be an interesting night.

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The room was OK. It was clean, and the furniture wasn't too tired or shabby. There was, as requested, a single, king-sized bed that could sleep three comfortably. Not that we would be doing much sleeping. There was a good-sized mirror on the wall opposite the bed, and another on the wall alongside it -- always a nice touch if you're planning on fucking a hot girl -- and the bathroom had a large whirlpool tub. In short, it's not the kind of place you go for a restful vacation by the pool (there isn't one). It's the sort of place that people go to fuck, and the management clearly know this. There was a good selection of cable porn on the TV, according to the little cardboard strip along the top of the big flat screen, but I felt sure we wouldn't be needing that.

I'd decided against filming our little adventure, as I guessed it would freak Barbie out. Instead, I'd brought a bag-full of booze, including wine and Margarita mix, and as soon as we got there, I went and filled the ice bucket. When I got back, Barbie and Stacey were 'getting introduced'.

There's something deeply and inherently horny about seeing two hot chicks kissing. Watching hot lips and tongues slipping and sliding around, over mouths and necks, while hands wandered, at first shyly and tentatively, and then more urgently over sexy female curves, is quite a spectator sport. After a minute or two, while I sat, totally engrossed, on the edge of the bed, Barbie pulled Stacey's t-shirt up and over her pert little titties, and then dipped her head to taste the hard nipples. By now, my boner was of a significant size and pressure was building in my pants.

I decided I'd try to join in, just tentatively. I moved in behind Barbie and started kissing the back of her neck, and running my nails down her upper arms. I usually find this conveys more of a message of 'don't worry, baby, I'm here for your pleasure' than simply grabbing the girl's tits or slapping her ass. After this had received a broadly favorable reaction, I started to peel the tight jersey dress down over her shoulders and past those rather lovely titties.

And those titties were even lovelier in the flesh than under the tight fabric. Some tits look great in a low-cut dress or a sassy lace bra, but sag disappointingly when unsupported. Others are so patently plastic that they look like a pair of those domed plate covers they use in fancy restaurants. Not only do they not sag, they don't actually move. They just hang there, nipples pointing accusingly at you as if to say 'don't you dare tell me these are false!'

Not Barbie's. Her name -- or nickname -- may have been based on something made of plastic, but her tits certainly didn't look the part. Nicely rounded, just the right bounce, slightly up-turned nipples with small aureoles. I ached to touch them, but I waited until Stacey's curiosity led her to the same place. I guessed Barbie liked that, because her back arched and she let out a rather husky little moan.




Uncle Bob Ch. 06



Encouraged, I pulled the dress lower, and when Barbie freed her arms from the shoulder straps, I took this as a sign to carry on. As I inched it over her gently-flaring hips and peachy ass, I revealed a small and reasonably-tasteful tattoo at the base of her spine, and then confirmed that Barbie, like Stacey, preferred to dress according to the style of that well-known designer, Commando. As I pulled the stretchy fabric down past her knees, and helped her step out of it, I couldn't resist lightly licking her ass cheeks and upper thighs.

Barbie and Stacey seemed engrossed in one another. Stacey was feeling and licking and sucking at Barbie's lovely tits, her hands on the older woman's hips, while Barbie stroked my angel's blonde hair and reached down to return the compliment with her hands, clearly enjoying Stacey's hard, long nipples. 

Now, where, I wondered, was the best place to join in the fun? My urge was to slide my tongue between Barbie's firm ass-cheeks and to lick around the tight puckered hole I had started to yearn for. However, I thought that that might just freak her out at this early, tentative stage, and the focus needed to be on what Stacey was doing to Barbie. So instead, I started removing my clothes -- tie, shirt, shoes, socks and pants. Like the girls, I'd decided to dispense with underwear, so I was naked and ready in double-quick time.

Stacey still had on her skirt, and both girls were in their shoes. Now I think a girl in nothing but shoes and jewelry looks really hot. (That's in contrast to the porno you see with guys still wearing their socks while fucking, which looks ludicrous!) Stacey and Barbie were no exception, but Stacey's skirt was in the way. Also, my boner was throbbing, but as much as I ached to slip it into Barbie, I knew this would be premature. So I moved around behind Stacey, unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was still bent forward, sucking on Barbie's nipples, and, I was pleased to see, beginning to stroke Barbie's pussy with her fingers. 

I knelt down and carefully lifted each of Stacey's sexily-shod feet in turn out of the circle of fabric, then turned my face to the task in hand. Or rather, in mouth. When my tongue hit Stacey's pussy and began probing and lapping at that gorgeous juicy slit, she let out a shriek of delight. I drank deeply, lapped and licked and probed and tickled. There was no trace of blood this time, so either her period had finished or she had douched very effectively. 

I licked her from just behind her clit to around her plug-filled ass. Yes, you guessed it. Stacey had inserted the larger of her two remote-control plugs before we came out. Well, it was obvious I was going to get some ass tonight, one way or another.  

Then I had an idea. I reached for Stacey's purse, found the remote for the plug and wound it up about halfway. Stacey suddenly arched her back and let out a gasped 'ohmygod!' I took the opportunity to shuffle in behind my baby and slide my hand around to her soft little mound, gently tapping the shaft of her clit with my finger. Stacey let out the sort of sobbing 'Huh! Huh!' noises that make my dick tingle -- a sort of aural sex. I'd spread my legs, so that my cock was pressing and rubbing at the back of her slit. When I then lined up and entered her tight, wet cooze in a single slow but relentless stroke, she gave a long "aaah!" and almost flopped back against me. I had to encircle her with my free hand to stop her collapsing.

Then, to my delight, Barbie dropped to her knees, lifted my hand out of the way, and started tentatively licking Stacey's wet snatch. I now needed both hands free, as my angel flopped back more against me, reflexively opening her skinny thighs to give my cock and Barbie's tongue greater access. The angle wasn't great for me, and it wasn't easy to keep my cock inside Stacey for the whole stroke, but it was pressed hard against the front wall of her ultra- tight cooze -- made even tighter by the plug - and this certainly met Stacey's requirements for a successful fuck.

I reached for the remote, which I'd placed near me on the nightstand, and managed to turn the knob another couple of notches. I could feel the buzz of the toy increase through the thin membrane between her cunt and her ass. Then my dick slipped out. Shit! Stacey gave a yelp, and I tried to move my hand down to reinsert myself.

But Barbie was there before me. To my surprise, she took hold of my dick and steered it not back into Stacey, but into her soft, wet mouth. Now this wasn't a Stacey-style, balls-deep tonsil thrust, but rather a nice, wet, slightly tentative suck of my cock-head and an inch or two of shaft. God, it felt good, especially as it was the first real sexual contact I'd had with our new fuck-buddy.

After only a few delicious moments of this, she returned my cock to Stacey's wet little fuck-hole, and resumed lapping at my angel's sweet pussy. As you can imagine, with her tight ass being fiercely stimulated, my cock rubbing hard on the most sensitive spots in her cunt, and Barbie's tongue exploring her clit and pussy lips, Stacey's orgasm wasn't long in coming -- but she was. When she finally broke through, she came and came for at least a minute, probably much longer. (I never seem to have a stopwatch handy on these occasions). Every time I thought she'd finally had everything that she could take, something that Barbie's mouth or my cock would do would tip her over again, and a renewed bout of squeals, moans, obscenities and even screams would issue from her dirty little mouth.

Finally, Stacey's squirming dislodged my cock once more, and Barbie, delightful girl that she was, took that as her cue to capture me again and this time work my over-sensitized dick with her mouth. After barely thirty seconds, I thought it polite to warn her -- "Fuck, that's so good. I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna -- gonna -- CUMMM!"

Now Barbie was very much my kind of girl, and she didn't let up, didn't go for the pearl necklace or the facial. No, like a real trouper, she sucked me dry. I tried to resist shoving my cock deeper in her mouth, as I would have done with Stacey. This was not a time to test her limits. This was a time to hold still and be thankful for the small miracle that was the phenomenon of the God-be-praised, dedicated, cum-swallowing cutie. And also, to marvel at the wonder of my own slutty angel, who had convinced the out-of-my-league Barbie to join in our games.

We separated, and Stacey collapsed on the bed. "Oh, Uncle Bob, please turn it off! Turn it off! I can't stand any more! Please!"

I switched the vibrator off, and then turned to Barbie, who had now stood up. I put my arms around her, and kissed her. I sensed she was surprised.

"Hey, Dean won't kiss me if I have his cum in my mouth. You don't mind?"

"Mind? Baby, you've just swallowed my load. I gave you the choice, but you didn't make me pull out. If the taste isn't too bad for you, why should it be for me?"

"I see. So that does mean that if I take it up the ass, you will as well?" She smiled saucily -- even more so as some of my sauce was dribbling down her chin.

"Actually, I did try it once."

"Tell me more!" Barbie said, with some interest. We sat on the bed next to Stacey, and I explained.

This wasn't something that I mentioned too often, in case girls got the wrong idea and thought I was a fag. After a good anal reaming one night, I'd asked Cheryl how it felt. "Pretty good. A little uncomfortable when you started banging me hard, but I still came," she had said. "Why don't you try it? See how it feels for the girl?" 

I'd explained that it didn't really appeal, but she said that if I expected her to take a full-sized dick up her ass on a regular basis -- actually, it was her who insisted on taking it, but that was a technicality - then I should be prepared to give it a try myself. So reluctantly, I agreed, and she lubed me up and used first a hand-held vibrator, and then her strap-on (which I'd never seen before). It felt weird but not unpleasant. I even came with her doing my ass with a vibe while deep-throating my dick. (Cheryl was almost as good as Stacey in that department). But it wasn't an experience I felt I needed to repeat.

"I appreciate your honesty, Bobby," Barbie said, as I got up and poured us all a drink. "And the fact that you appreciate me swallowing your cum. These days, it doesn't occur to me to do otherwise. Dean insists on it, and he's so big it makes my jaw ache to suck him off."

"You could've let me cum on your face, you know. That's very popular, you know. Though personally I prefer to have the wet contact while I'm coming."

"Yeah, but it messes my makeup, and it's still early." She smiled and sipped her Margarita. "So what now?"

I looked at her perfect body, the beautiful tits, the clear, smooth skin, the flat belly with the cute little piercing, the pretty face, the smooth, pouty little pussy, the long, shapely legs. "Barbie, my sweet, it just has to be your turn." I kissed her some more, to which she responded as if enjoying it. "Would you like to try anal, later tonight? If so, we should prep you up now, so you'll be ready."

"I -- I think so. The thing is, it really hurt when Dean tried it, and it wasn't much better when another boyfriend tried to introduce me to it, about a year ago. I'm a bit scared." She sipped some more of her drink.

"Stacey," I said, "are you happy to demonstrate getting fucked in the ass for Barbie, to show her how good it can feel?"

"Yay! Totally, totally!" she chimed brightly, looking up from where she had started to suck Barbie's nipple again. It was as if I'd just invited her to a party.

"So Barbie, why don't you let Stacey take you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up and ready? Then you can relax while we give you something really special."

Stacey, who a few minutes earlier had looked totally fucked, who had lain sprawled, mouth open, panting, across the bed, her thighs and pussy soaked in juices and a butt-plug protruding from her ass, suddenly sat up. The suggestion of getting involved in more sex was something she could rarely resist.

While the ladies were in the bathroom, I got out everything we'd need for the next stage. A big bottle of lube, a selection of beads, plugs and anal vibrators, some small clit-stims, a strip of condoms and some surgical gloves. I don't normally bother with the gloves, but Cheryl had taught me not to risk accidentally using a finger that had been up her ass into her pussy. I guessed that it would be better to prep the girl's ass, then spend some time getting her horny, excited and anally relaxed without having to rush to the bathroom in between to wash my hands. Just to be sure, I put some antiseptic wipes by the bed.

Barbie and Stacey returned from the bathroom. "How was that?" I asked.

"Not the most erotic experience I've ever had," Barbie said. "Enemas and douching have never really been my thing."

"Yeah, but that's the worst part over, I promise you. Now, come on over here, kneel on the bed and put your ass in the air. Better still, Stacey, how about some pussy-eating practice?"

"Yay! Totally!" she squealed, throwing herself onto the bed on her back, and sliding beneath Barbie, who adopted the position I'd requested -- except now with a blonde head and an eager tongue-twirling face between her legs.

I put on one glove, lubed up the index finger, and carefully and gently inserted it. I felt like a proctologist rather than someone about to fuck a pretty girl, and Barbie winced at the cold sensation. When I extracted the finger to add some more lube, it came out clean, and had no odor.

So more lube, and more probing. Then more lube again, and a slimline vibrator. Barbie was getting very aroused in sixty-nine with Stacey, who also seemed to be enjoying her close up view of me preparing Barbie's ass. I used a ribbed vibrator, which stimulated her tight ring, and this seemed to meet with both Barbie's and Stacey's approval. Next some beads, which did the same thing, but a little more so. Then a tapered anal vibrator.

At about this time, Stacey was giving Barbie's clit some serious treatment, and in between her own gasps and moans, I guessed that Barbie was pretty close. So I kept the vibrator in, pressing a little deeper with each stroke. And I was rewarded by the sight of Barbie's plump pussy lips and tight pink asshole rippling, as she started moaning loudly.

The final thrust of the vibrator took it inside her ass almost to the thickness of my cock-shaft -- though not the head -- and about four inches deep. It was encouraging to feel Barbie's orgasm, knowing she was coming while being most of the way into a simulated butt-fuck. Barbie wasn't as noisy as Stacey, but her moans and little cries were still very arousing.

"How was that?" I asked, when she'd come down a little.

"A little strange, but good." She was rather breathless, but looked happy.

"Are you still up for the real thing? That is, my cock in your ass?"

"I -- I think so. But I thought Stacey was going to show me how it works first?"

"Sure, that's what we agreed, so I think it's about time for little Miss Assfuck to demonstrate her skills. Are you ready, Stacey?"

With an enthusiastic 'Yay!', Stacey rolled out from under Barbie.

"Did you come yet?" I asked. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and Barbie's saliva.

"Just a little, but I'm, like, so saving the main event for when your dick's up my ass. And it's gonna be totally cool to be, like, teaching assfucking! She giggled. "Hey, maybe I should, like, suggest that to Mr Grazinski as an extra-curricular activity. Sorta like a show and tell? And I could..."

I tried to ignore the direction this was going. "Sweetie, could you hand me the smaller butt-plug, please?"

"But, like, I've already got the bigger one in. It feels so neat."

"This is not for you, sweetie, this is for Barbie. I need to keep her butt-hole stretched while I demonstrate on you, so she'll be ready for my cock when it's time."

"Cool. Like, can I put it in her?"

I was still holding the anal vibrator in place, still mostly embedded in Barbie's ass, so it was relatively easy, once I had slowly removed the vibrator, for Stacey to slide the plug inside, covered with another thick coat of lube. Barbie gasped a little, I guessed mostly at the coldness of the lubricating gel, but said nothing as we changed the plastic that was stretching her asshole. 

Then Stacey jumped back onto the bed, holding the lube, and knelt down with her ass in the air. "Hey Barbie, you gotta, like, watch what we do. It was awesome watching Bobby sticking that vibrator in your ass. I so nearly came. But, like, Bobby's gonna slide his cock totally up my ass, and it's gonna feel awesome, and, like, I'm so gonna cum. And then you'll get to see why it's, like, totally the best to take it in the butt. But, like, it would be cool if you wanna play with my pussy while Bobby is ass-fucking me. Please?"

"And Barbie, while I'm fucking Stacey, I'd like you to use the controls of your butt-plug. Here's the remote. Try it on 'Lo' to start, then slowly wind it up. If you'd like another vibe on your clit, there are several on the nightstand. But like Stacey says, I need you to help Stacey to come, so please stimulate her pussy and clit. Use your fingers or your mouth or a vibrator, or whatever you like. Now I need you to watch closely as Stacey takes it up the butt."

"Yay, Uncle Bob. Give it to me!" Stacey was teasing me, waving her cute, skinny butt around, head on the mattress, grinning wickedly up at me.

I eased the big plug out of her ass, then gently slid it in and out, widening the hole a little, to a chorus of 'Ooh! Ooh!' noises. Then I put down the plug, turning the vibrations off, and ripped off the glove, hurluing it towards the trash can (and missing).

I took up position over Stacey's up-raised asshole, pressing my heavily-lubed cock-head against the already-slick pink entrance. The first insertion is always one of the horniest and most interesting parts, especially if, like me, you're into the whole 'dominance' thing. I love watching that part in the mirror, or on video, or in the real, tight, well-lubed flesh. The guy rearing over the girl, looking threatening, his cock apparently too big to go in the hole. The girl submissive, braced to receive, ass-cheeks spread, maybe biting her lip in anticipation of a less- than-comfortable battle to force that big thing through her tight ring and deep up inside her well-oiled rectum.

Of course, Stacey was by now a huge fan of the butt-fuck. Her anticipation was not of a painful entry and an uncomfortable stretch of somewhere that was never meant to take something that big. She was looking forward eagerly to a very dirty, nasty and delicious coupling, and sensations that would take her to at least one powerful orgasm. 

That's the great thing about Stacey; as she has become more confident in her sexuality, she can be the sexual aggressor, taking, demanding what she needs to get her off. But equally, she can play the innocent submissive - the one it is being done to, whether she appears to like it or not -- as easily as she can slip into the role of the nasty slut. She knows instinctively what to play and how to play to milk every last drop of eroticism -- and cum -- out of each and every sexual encounter. That's why she's the fuck buddy made in Heaven. (That's a particularly dirty part of Heaven that's not described in either the Old or the New Testament.)

So Stacey was clearly fizzing, and in a very playful mood. "Pweeeze swide it in gentwy, mister. I'll twy not to skweem too much when it stwetches my tight wikkle butt-hole!" Her eyes were fixed on our reflection, and she was pouting filthily.

"Hey, Stacey, I know you like to pretend it hurts to make it more raunchy, but this is for Barbie, not you and me. She needs to know how it's really feeling for you. You've gotta be serious. If it hurts, you need to say so. If it feels good, tell her how good. OK?"

"Sure. But, like, please, Uncle Bob -- please stick it in me soon. I need your nice big cock, and I've had to wait soooo long for it." She gave me a look like a child who's been promised an ice cream maybe an hour ago, but still hasn't received her treat.

So I pushed. I'd over-lubed my cock -- better than under-lubing -- so I had to hold it quite tightly in place and shove pretty hard with my hips to make any progress. Fortunately, Stacey's asshole had been well-stretched by the plug, and she knew what she wanted and pushed back hard against me, so I slowly forced the head inside. Stacey gave the endearing little gasps that turned me on so much as I edged deeper.

"How does it feel?" Barbie asked, clearly concerned that this unfeasible stretch was causing Stacey pain.

"Awesome! It -- sorta -- hurts -- just a bit. Not, like -- sore -- but, like -- sooo -- stretched -- but -- cool -- and so -- so -- dirty. AH!"

The bulbous head of my cock had just gone through her tight ring, and her heavily-stretched muscles relaxed back a little to grip the slightly-slimmer shaft. I pushed in maybe another inch, then pulled back, teasing and tugging at the sensitive inside surface of that elastic sphincter, just as I knew Stacey loved.

"OOOH! Ohmygod ohmygod!" she gasped.

"Is it -- is it hurting?" Barbie asked with both concern and excitement on her face.

"OH! OH! Oh YES! Oooh that's -- so -- so -- good!" Stacey gasped.

"Barbie. Please stroke Stacey's clit some more. I think she's going to come really quickly, and I want it to be good for her."

So Barbie slipped her fingers deeper into Stacey's slit, and also reached between my angel's up-raised ass and my legs, to probe a finger into Stacey's drooling cunt. I could feel it go in as I started my pattern of long slow strokes, pressing maybe half an inch deeper each time, tugging on the sphincter on each back stroke, in a way that I knew drove Stacey wild.




Uncle Bob Ch. 06



Just as I achieved full penetration, and rested my hips against her hard, skinny ass cheeks, I started to feel the first ripples of Stacey's orgasm. I pulled back and almost out, making her squeal, then thrust in again, quite hard and to the full depth. By the time I did this a second time, she was already being swept by a powerful climax.

I kept thrusting for maybe another half minute, trying desperately hard to use non-erotic mental images to avoid shooting my load, all the while feeling every ripple, wave and full blown tsunami of Stacey's extended orgasm. By the time she was sobbing, begging me to stop, I'd exhausted my entire repertoire of Dubya - every mangled saying, every dumb facial expression - and was forced to think about Sarah Palin. (That was possibly less attractive than Dubya.)

"Oh please -- please stop! Please -- I -- I can't cum -- any mo-ORE!!" Stacey begged, throwing her head back violently. I felt another jolt of her ass clutching at me as her body writhed to get away from her impalement. It was only my grip on her prominent hipbones that stopped her from falling over. As she sometimes does when she comes really strongly, she was dribbling a stream of pussy juices onto the bed. I held still and waited for her to quiet down, before slowly -- desperately slowly -- sliding out of that tight tube. She gave a few gasps, especially when my cock head pulled back through her sphincter, but she seemed utterly spent. As soon as I'd uncoupled from her, she collapsed onto the bed, her breathing still ragged. I climbed on the bed to hold my little angel close, stroking her hair. She snuggled up and kissed me softly. I could feel her trembling slightly.

Barbie was watching, spellbound. "Is she always like this?"

"Actually, most women are like this after I fuck them in the ass," I quipped. There was some truth in that. Apart from Stacey, Cheryl used to come really strongly when we were ass-fucking. As for the others I'd tried it with, well, they were usually sobbing and moaning after I'd finally pulled my cock out of their butt-holes, though it wasn't always with orgasmic pleasure.

Barbie wasn't sure whether I was joking or not, but was clearly impressed by the effect it had had on Stacey.

"To be fair, Stacey is my most talented pupil." I continued to stroke my angel's hair, gentling her like a stressed animal. "But it's usually pretty intense for most girls that get into it. Do you think you're ready to try it?"

"Well, I suppose that's why I came here with you. And Stacey certainly seems to like it..."

"Awesome.... Totally, totally, awesome..." Stacey moaned, dreamily. 

"How does the plug feel in your butt?" I asked turning back to Barbie.

"It's -- good. It feels -- like a say, a little weird, but good."

"OK, so I'd like you to increase the intensity a little. Maybe around two thirds. I need to put a condom on - I'm sure you'd prefer me to wear one. Stacey and me, we do it bareback, 'cuz we know she's clean and we're not fucking anyone else, and it feels better for both of us." Not strictly true of course, but with Josh it had been only her cunt penetrated, and then wearing a condom, so I wasn't too worried. I kissed Stacey again, and began to get up. 

Barbie wound the intensity control up, as I had requested, as I released my still-dreamy, post-orgasmic angel and reached for the condoms. Having applied one, I took up position behind Barbie, testing the wetness of her pussy with my fingers. Yep -- she was definitely very wet. As my fingers started to move around, she responded in what I took to be a positive way -- head back, little gasps and moans -- so I took that as my cue to start removing the plug in order to fill her ass with something meatier.

As with Stacey, I used the plug to tease and widen Barbie's tight hole. I checked that the gasps and moans she continued to make were good. "It's a bit strange in my butt, and not completely comfortable, but it doesn't actually hurt."

So out came the plug, and in went two, then three fingers, stretching the hole a little more, teasing the sensitive surfaces around the entrance. ('Fuck the rubber glove', I thought. 'I still have the mental capacity to know which hand os for the ass and which for the pussy.') 

"Are you ready, Barbie?" I asked when I sensed she was suitably excited.

"I guess so. Just -- just be slow, gentle, please? Try not to hurt me." Her voice had a tiny note of fear.

"Barbie, my sweet, of course I'll take it slow and gentle. I don't know any other way. I want us both to enjoy this. Just relax, baby. Just relax."

Stacey got up and shuffled alongside Barbie, lying on her back. She took the brunette's head in her hands and kissed her, very gently. "Barbie, you're gonna so love it. Uncle Bob is totally gentle. And when he's in your ass, it's, like, the best. Like Uncle Bob says, just relax, Barbie, and let him in." Then she kissed Barbie some more, and started stroking and teasing her titties and nipples. Barbie was clearly enjoying that.

As much as I love watching girls make out with each other, I had a job to do. My three fingers seemed to be able to move reasonably freely. Yes, her asshole was still tight, but I could swirl my fingers around inside her ring without her wincing, so I guessed she was ready. I carefully removed the fingers, pausing to stimulate the sensitive area around the entrance, and took up position, still rubbing her clit with one hand while positioning my cock head with the other. I'd gauged that she had enough lube up her ass, so I simply smeared the excess from my hand over the rubber of the condom and then pushed.

"Ohmygod ohymygod OH!" Barbie murmered, having broken away from Stacey's sensuous kiss. But the 'oh!' was because my cock head had slipped straight in. Maybe it was because I hadn't over-lubed, maybe it was because my cock was a more streamlined shape in the condom, the head not so bulbous, and maybe I'd just spend plenty of time and effort stretching Barbie's ass. Whatever, I was in.

I paused, concentrating on rubbing Barbie's clit and letting her ass adjust to the stretch. Then I tried a little exploratory rocking motion, barely an inch either way, opening her slightly and pulling back on the ring.

"How's that?" I asked after I'd listened to her little gasps and stifled moans for around a minute.

"I -- er -- I -- it -- it feels kinda - strange -- but -- but -- Oh! Yes, yes -- mmmm!" she gasped.

"Good. Just relax. You can feel that I'm not gonna hurt you. Just let it slip in slowly. Tell me if you want me to slow down or stop."

I eased a little deeper, again rocking back and forth, making sure the lube was well spread. In fact, now that I'd gotten about three inches inside her, I pulled right back so she just had my cock head in her ring, took the lube that I'd set beside me before starting and dribbled some on the shaft of my cock, spreading it around and then sliding back in. No point in chancing that her ass might dry up in mid fuck.

A few more gentle strokes, each time a little deeper. When I judged she'd taken about two thirds of my length, and she still wasn't complaining, I tried tactic number two.

"OK, Barbie, you horny little babe. How does it feel to have a cock up your ass?"

"G-good. It feels -- OH! It's -- so -- so deep. Oh God!"

"It looks so horny from here, baby. And so dirty. I'm opening your tight, dirty little ass. I'm filing it full of nice fat cock. Do you like how that feels? Nice and dirty and so, so sexy, right up inside your peachy ass?"

"Oooooh!" she moaned as I pushed in another half inch, then slowly pulled back, right to the ring. "AH! AH!" she gasped as I almost pulled out, stretching and teasing that oh-so-tight sphincter with its sensitive nerve endings. "Aaaaaah!" she sighed as I then slowly and smoothly slid almost all of my length into her.

"Mmmm, I totally love it," Stacey said between kisses. "It's so dirty when he sticks all of that big cock up my ass. I feel such a slut. It makes me so horny, I, like, sometimes don't even need to have my clit played with. It's so awesome, I just get off on Bobby, reaming my tight little ass."

Stacey had clearly warmed to her role of ass-fuck tutor. I had also gotten into my stride. Even though Stacey's ass had got me fizzing nicely, the condom was slowing me down. I had to be careful here. If I looked in the mirror, there was a view of this horny-as-fuck woman with her ass in the air, and my cock in that ass. Not to mention my hot little Stacey making out with her. If I looked down, I had an outstanding view of my own cock, sliding smoothly in and out, now nearly balls-deep, inside Barbie's unbelievably peach butt.

"Do you -- like it -- Barbie? Do you -- want me -- to fuck your ass?" I was trying to goad her over the edge. I guessed that if I carried on too long, she may become sore.

"OH! OH! Oh yes! YES! Keep -- keep doing it!"

"Keep doing -- what?" I asked. My thrusts were becoming faster, more urgent. I still hadn't reached the intense, pistoning rhythm that Cheryl used to love and that Stacey was beginning to enjoy, but it was still getting pretty intense. Thanks to the condom, I could last a little longer, just so long as I kept looking at the wall and not at the insanely erotic images beneath me and in the mirror.

"Keep on -- keep fucking -- keep fucking -- my ass!" she gasped.

"Your dirty little ass? You like it -- dirty, do you -- Barbie?"

"I -- I love it -- so -- so dirty -- so nasty."

"Right up -- right up you ass, Barbie? Is that -- that how you like it?"

"Yeah! Oh, oh, oh YEAH! Right -- in my ass!"

"How do you want it, Barbie?" I was now thrusting quite hard, almost as much as if I was in her pussy. And she was pushing back to meet each thrust.

"Yes. Yes, deep, hard. Oh fuck! Yeah! Deep -- deep in my -- in my -- my ass! Oh God. I want it! I want it!"

"How does that -- make you feel -- Barbie?" I could sense she was close.

"OH! OH!" she gasped as I increased the pace and the depth even further. "OH GOD! So -- so -- so dirty. So -- slutty. Nasty. All your cock. In my ass. OH!"

"Are you gonna -- cum for me -- now, Barbie? Cum on my cock? Cum with my cock -- deep in your -- dirty -- slutty -- little -- ass!

"Oh GOD! Fuck -- fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck my -- fuck my -- aaaaaaah!"

She came -- and thank fuck she did. I was about to burst my balls. My cock, despite its rubber sheath, was screaming for release. And one glance in the mirror was enough for me. As I felt her coming, I had to let go.

When my balls were pumped dry, and the condom was full of my spunk and my spaced-out, horny self had climbed down off the ceiling and returned to my perspiring, panting body, I surveyed the scene. Barbie was sprawled out beneath me, having dragged me by the cock down onto the mattress. I lay on one side of her, joined at the hip -- well rather, the cock, still firmly embedded in her tight ass. My legs were entwined with Barbie's and with Stacey's, who lay the other side of the woman I'd just fucked, still kissing her and stroking her hair.

"That looked awesome, Barbie. How did it feel."

"A -- amazing. So strange, not like normal fucking, but so -- hot."

"Totally! Like, I was so scared when my boyfriend in school asked me to do anal. I was like, 'no way! How's that gonna feel good for me?' But then when I thought about doing it with Uncle Bob, who's always been, like, so good to me, I was like, 'if anyone's gonna be gentle with me and not, like, hurt me, it's gonna be him.' So I sorta asked him, and I was nervous, but he was so totally gentle, and it felt awesome. And so now you see, huh?"

"Oh yeah, Stacey," Barbie sighed, "I see." She looked exhausted, but happy, which was the desired effect.

"As I recall, Stacey, you did't 'sorta ask me'. You sorta deep throated my cock without as much as a how-do-you-do, then proceeded to beg me to take both of your cherries in turn. I'm only a man -- how was I meant to resist?"

Stacey giggled. "Yeah. I was totally naughty. But Uncle Bob, I bet you're so not angry with me!"

I smiled and looked down at Barbie, who had turned her head toward me, and there were tear-streaks down her face.

"Thanks -- thanks, Bobby. That was -- so good. It hurt a little. I can't pretend it didn't. Mostly just after you went in, and a little bit toward the end when you really started pounding my ass. But -- but it still felt -- amazing. How did you know to -- to talk dirty to me? That always gets me off when I'm near but I can't quite get there."

"It's the beauty of the butt-fuck, my dear. The whole point of it is not just how good it feels in your butt -- though I hope I did make it feel good. It's much more about how dirty it feels in your head. Your peachy ass is the forbidden fruit. I just plucked it -- and fucked it. You need to get off on the nastiness of it, or you miss the point."

I bent in as close as I could, given how we were plugged together and kissed her. She kissed me back. That felt really nice. Apart from Stacey, no-one had kissed me in that soft, affectionate, almost loving way for a very, very long time.

"I'm so glad I met you guys, and that I let Stacey talk me into this. Is there any more of that Margarita left?"

I eased slowly out of her, consigned the knotted condom and the discarded glove to the trash, and cleaned up a little in the bathroom, returning to the bed with three more Margaritas. We lay side by side, just sipping our drinks, talking, kissing and gently caressing -- nothing too sexual, just skin and thighs and titties and stuff. Just enough to start getting me passably hard again after about thirty minutes. Stacey and I lay on either side of Barbie, and found that she had started to get quite turned on by our attentions. 

Stacey asked Barbie about Dean. "So is his cock, like, totally huge? Do you like him to stick it in hard? Does it hurt? And like, you've never had it up your ass, right?"

Barbie laughed. "Stacey, that's very personal stuff!"

"Sure, but, like we're here naked, we've eaten each others' pussies, you've swallowed my boyfriend's cum and totally let him fuck you up the ass. So, like, what part of that isn't personal, huh?"

Barbie laughed again. "OK, OK. Dean does have a very big cock. He's over nine inches, and pretty thick. The first time he took his pants off, I was just like 'whoa! That's never gonna go in my little pussy!' But he was gentle -- at least at first. And he has these really strong muscles. He can lift me up and hold me in all sorts of positions, and fuck for hours, which is good sometimes. But yes, he can be a little too forceful. If I'm not really ready for him -- and I have to be really, really wet -- then it can hurt. I suppose it's a little like Bobby in my ass. Thrusting too hard or too deep, or if I'm not well lubed up, that can be a bit painful."

"But you like it most of the time? Does it, like, get easier the more he fucks you?"

Barbie smiled. "Dean's was my first -- and only - really big cock. The first few times, he took it really slow, and eventually I got so excited I came, despite being really, really stretched. Then he started playing this game with me. He makes me beg for his big dick. It's very slutty, and I have to use all of the nasty words, but it sorta gets me in the mood. I guess it's a little like when Bobby was talking dirty to me, and making me talk dirty back. I've started to get off on it, and it feels nasty and horny to be begging to get fucked by an enormous dick."

"But like, has he tried to stick it in your ass?"

"Oh yes! That was why I felt I really never wanted to do it. One night I was bent right over an armchair with my legs up around his hips. He calls that the 'wheelbarrow' and we both usually like it. Anyway, he lubed up his thumb and slipped it in my ass while he was fucking me. That felt good. Then he asked if he could put his cock in my ass. I told him 'no way!' I said he was far too big. But he just stuck two fingers in my ass, which didn't feel as good as his thumb. Then he pulled out of my pussy and just said 'try it baby, you might like it.' Before I could even complain, he started trying to shove his dick in. It hurt like hell. I was screaming and yelling, and all I could feel was this enormous thing stretching my asshole, pulling and scratching because there wasn't enough lube. And it was so huge, it felt like I guess childbirth must feel. And I was wriggling to get away, and he kept trying to force it in. He only stopped when I begged him to stick it back in my cunt -- I knew the word 'pussy' wouldn't do it. And then he fucked me so hard, even that hurt."

She grimaced at the memory.

"And it brought back memories. You see, I was abused when I was young. A neighbor made me suck his dick from when I was about eleven, and then when I was thirteen he raped me. It took me a long time to get over that. That's why I'm so nervous with strange men."

"Barbie, that's terrible. It's like, awesome that you can have sex and stuff at all after that. And this Dean sounds like a total loser. And, like, a complete asshole. Uncle Bob would never hurt me like that."

"So Bobby's never hurt you? Not even the first time in your ass?"

"Well, I guess sometimes. But it's like, I sorta want it to hurt, just a little. See, he's my Dad's friend, and he was so like, 'I'm not gonna fuck my buddy's little girl'. And then I guess I seduced him and stuff." She gave me a naughty look, partly from the memory of what we'd done, partly because she was pleased with her little spin on the facts. 

"And I had to be, like, a little slutty to make him do it to me. And it was so cool. Like, everyone thinks I'm like, this, A student. The boys in my class, they're always teasing me 'cuz, like, I'm so this good little girl who totally never does anything bad. And then I, like, blew my Dad's buddy, and teased him and sorta made him take both my cherries, like Bobby said. And I guess he felt a little guilty about that, and I sorta felt a little like a slut. But totally in a good way. So if it hurts a bit, it just feels like I'm being dirty and nasty, and it's so like my punishment for being such a naughty girl!" Stacey giggled.

"Stacey, baby, I never mean to hurt you. You know that. I always ask you to get me to stop if it hurts."

"Sure Uncle Bob. I know you're totally trying not to. It's just that if you do, it's so OK, and it's part of the game and awesome and stuff."

I'd noticed that Stacey's little hand had slid down to cover Barbie's smooth mound. Then her finger slipped into her slit and started stroking gently. Barbie did nothing to stop her.

"I like your belly-button stud. It looks totally cool. Have you ever thought of, like, getting a piercing in your pussy."

"Actually, Dean did try to persuade me once to get my clit pierced. I told him to fuck off. That was way too much for me."

"There's this girl at school. She's like, a sorta goth, and she has these piercings in her eyebrows and tongue and stuff. So in the shower, I noticed she had one in her clitty. And I was like 'hey, that musta smarted! And like, doesn't it feel kinda weird?' And she's like 'hey no! They did it with, like, anesthetic, and now every time my boyfriend goes down on me, he sorta sucks it and pulls on it and I, like, come so strongly I pass out.' Seems kinda gross to me."

I was shocked. "Stacey, baby. Please promise me you'll never have that sort of piercing. Please leave your pussy and your nipples and your eyebrows and lips and tongue free of any ironmongery. And no tattoos on your silky skin, baby. Please?"

"But Barbie's little tattoos look so neat." I'd forgotten about the little butterfly I'd noticed on her ankle, and the small pattern across the base of her spine. Yes, they did look sexy.

"Sure, they look hot on Barbie, but at least leave it a couple of years before you get anything done."




Uncle Bob Ch. 06



"What about you, Bobby?" Barbie asked mischievously. "Don't you want any tattoos? Maybe 'suck me', on the side of your cock?"

"I don't need that with Stacey around. I maybe need 'please give my cock a break!' instead."

"So", Barbie said, taking the organ in question in her hand and giving me an enticing look, "you wouldn't want me to suck you right now?"

Fuck! I instantly got harder. "Well..."

"Or maybe," she looked at me, then at Stacey, "maybe Stacey and me could take turns sucking you?" She shuffled around and positioned herself, laying at right angles to my body, her head hovering over my cock, which was still in her hand.

"Yay! That sounds totally porno! And maybe -- maybe when we're not sucking cock, we could like, play with each others' pussies? I'm, like, way horny again."

I was about to express my ironic surprise that Stacey could possibly be horny. However, I got as far as "Well I -- oooooh!", expressing my genuine surprise as about half of my cock slipped into Barbie's wet mouth. Stacey scuttled around on the bed, and stuck her face between Barbie's legs and made the hot brunette give a little moan of her own, somewhat stifled by my cock.

After overcoming my initial delight, I managed to reach out and start to stroke Stacey's pussy. A bit of shuffling for both of us and I soon had two fingers in her cunt and was lapping at her clit. But she didn't stay still for long. As soon as Barbie came up for air, Stacey wriggled across and took me balls-deep. She then bobbed her head, taking my cock from her lips to deep in her throat in a dozen wet and wild strokes, making little gagging noises.

"Oh my God, Stacey! That's -- that incredible! How do you do that?" Barbie looked amazed at the talents of my slut-angel, with good reason.

Stacey pulled off my cock with a loud gasp. "Well, it takes a little practice. I've learned to relax my throat, and, just slide it in. Just try working it in, like, side to side."

Barbie went down on me again, this time pushing me into her throat. The sight of that gorgeous, sexy head trying to deep-throat me was horny enough, but the feel of her throat pressing on my cock-head, working it from side to side, trying to press it deeper, was almost too much. Then I felt my cock begin to slide down further, and Barbie suddenly gagged and pulled up again, gulping and gasping.

"Yay! You nearly made it, Barbie. Awesome! Here, let me try again."

Down went Stacey's head again, and I had to fight not to cum. She kept pushing down and pulling up, making those disgusting 'gwah! gwah!' noises you hear on porn films. It was, in the words she would have used, 'totally awesome.' When she came up again, she gulped air, then turned to Barbie and said "Now try again."

Barbie slid down my pole, not as energetically as Stacey had done, but it still felt good. Once again, she worked me into her throat, making little gagging noises but this time pressing on. I could feel the tightness of her throat stretching around my cock head. Fuck, this was unreal. I'd been the first to butt-fuck this mega-hot babe, and now she was learning to deep-throat on my cock. My cock! If this was how it would work out whenever Stacey decided to pimp me, well -- bring it on!

As Barbie began to raise her head, Stacey suddenly pushed her back down, and act that surprised me as much as it did Barbie. "No, like, you gotta hold it there. You've totally gotta get your throat used to opening for a cock. Keep it there, like, breathe through your nose. Try to relax. Now slowly up. Cool!"

When Barbie's head came up, her eye makeup had run and there were strands of goo between her mouth and my cock.

"For fuck's sake, Stacey!" she said hoarsely, "that was unexpected. Jesus, you're a brutal teacher." She wiped some of the goo away with the back of her hand, sniffed and gulped.

"Hey, sorry, Barbie. I so just wanted to show you how to do it. You were totally getting it. You so got his cock through your throat, but you, like, have to keep the cock down for as long as you can or your throat stays totally tight. Here let me show you."

Stacey went down again, slowly this time, making an effort to demonstrate how to slide and push my cock past the barriers. I knew that any moment, despite having already cum twice, I was going to give one of these ladies a sperm dinner.

But Barbie said, "hey, Stacey, thanks for the lesson. But right now, I don't think my throat can take much more. But my pussy can. Why doesn't Bobby show me if he can fuck a girl in the hole nature intended?"

"Cool. And Barbie, can I, like, try out that Sybian machine you brought with you?"

"Sure, it's in the bag over there. Meanwhile, Bobby, how are we gonna fuck?"

How we fucked was frantically and in several positions. I was still recovering from the dual blowjob when she unrolled the condom onto my dick, straddled me and slid down my pole like the horniest fireman you have ever seen.

Have I said how sexy her body is? Mostly I'd been looking at her ass and her back that evening, so the sight of her beautiful firm titties bouncing as she rode her pretty, wet, silky pussy up and down my cock, her smooth, shapely thighs spread wide to improve my view, was frankly amazing. My control had improved significantly after weeks of mind-blowing sex with Stacey, but I was still struggling to prevent my over-sensitized dick from exploding, even inside the rubber. I got my thumb onto her clit, which took her farther along the road she needed to travel. Unfortunately, the sight of her with her head thrown back and her mouth open, uttering sweet little gasps and moans, didn't help to stop me racing down the same road and overtaking her.

Then I heard a buzzing noise, and turned to see Stacey, straddling the Sybian, which she had set up on the far edge of the bed. She was facing Barbie and me, obviously wanting to watch the action. The problem was that I could see her action as well. This involved having her skinny thighs spread wide as she shoved her tight little cunt down onto a large-ish plastic plug, and ground her open pussy and exposed clit onto the vibrating pad. Her mouth and eyes were also wide, as she felt the extreme sensations, and she was mouthing and gasping 'oh fuck, ohmygod' and similar expressions.

It seemed that neither view was going to help my self control, so I closed my eyes, focused on Dubya and slowed myself down. Not too much; I'd once done that while ass-fucking Cheryl, and lost my erection completely, unable to recover. She'd gone apeshit at the time, so I took immense care after that.

I opened my eyes and took a long, lustful look at Barbie, bouncing brazenly on my cock. Oooh, that sweet, pink open pussy, those perfect, rounded tits, that sexy, gorgeous face. If I was going to make her come before me again, I needed to change position.

I sat up, shuffled around with her still impaled on my dick, kissing and fondling as I went. With a little bit of maneuvering -- I think she was impressed at my strength -- I managed to lower her onto her back, and proceeded to give her pussy a serious pounding in missionary. Lots of kissing and fondling ensued, her legs first wrapping around mine, then around my waist. Then I knelt back, lifted her ankles high and wide and pounded her from a kneeling position. I guessed that although I couldn't compete with Dean on size, I could at least try to make up for it in energy and ferocity -- something Barbie seemed to be enjoying.

"Stroke your clit," I managed to gasped, my breathing becoming heavier and more ragged. Alongside us now, Stacey seemed to be in the throes of a prolonged and continuous orgasm. There was this strange little keening note coming from her throat, and her mouth was wide open. I had a sudden intense desire to pull my dick out of Barbie and stick it in there, but refrained. Barbie's cunt was about the only hole I hadn't cum in at least once, and this could be my only chance. 

I could tell Barbie was close, but I was terribly afraid I was closer. In an attempt to delay my orgasm until after hers, I turned both of her legs to one side and fucked her sideways. I thought this might help her, since having her legs closed would mean her cunt would feel more full with my average-sized dick in it. I also managed to get a finger into her pussy and another up her ass, slick with her own juices.

Then she turned those big, brown eyes on me. There were still streaks from where her makeup had run, and her face was damp with perspiration.

"Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh!" she moaned in rhythm with the pussy-pounding I was giving her. I was so close, but I had to keep up the pace or this would be an epic failure. Then she started gasping "Oh yeah. Fuck me - Bobby. Fuck me - so hard! So hard! Gimme -- gimme -- your cock -- harder -- HARDER! -- oh fuck -- fuck -- fuck me -- pound my -- pussy -- my little -- wet -- puuussy..."

Anything she said after that was drowned out by a roaring in my ears, as I completed my secret ambition to come inside every one of Barbie's holes. I clung on for as long as I could, praying that my orgasm, the twitching of my cock inside her, the sight of me coming might tip her over. Unfortunately I was not so lucky, so as the friction on my slowly-softening cock became unbearable, I muff dived.

I'm not sure what the movement looked like, but I thought it must look pretty graceful and balletic. A backward swing of the hips and the upper body, at the same time pivoting her upper leg back over, spreading her wide. Fingers returned to their original locations, only now the clit finger became two, finger-fucking her sweet wet cunt, while my tongue and lips seized her clit and refused to let go.

Fortunately, Uncle Bob's patented tongue and finger action works every time -- well, nearly every time. The important thing was, it worked this time. Barbie shrieked. Somewhere in the long babble of sounds that streamed from her mouth I noticed the word 'fuck'. However, with her pussy thrusting straight into my face, her sweet cunt and ass fucking themselves on my fingers, and a near delirious Stacey moaning loudly off to one side of me, it was hard to make out anything else.

When we were finally finished, Barbie and I realized that Stacey was still riding the Sybian, looking dazed. We had to lift her off it. Her body had gone almost rigid, her limbs flopped by her sides, and she was trembling all over, gasping wordlessly from an open mouth. Barbie switched the machine off and moved it onto the floor, and the three of us collapsed in a heap in the middle of the bed, Stacey this time in the middle.

"Wow! I've had some good orgasms from the Sybian, but it looks like it's totally freaked out Stacey. Are you OK, sweetie."

"O -- o -- o..." Stacey stammered, "awe... some!" That seemed to be all she could say.

Barbie and I snuggled either side of Stacey. I looked into Barbie's eyes and we smiled at each other.

"Actually, fucking you was about as awesome as Stacey found riding the Sybian. You're an amazing fuck, Barbie."

"Thanks, Bobby. You're pretty amazing yourself. I've gotten so used to the size of Dean's cock, I wasn't sure I could get off on anything smaller. You took me so close, and it was still pretty spectacular when you got me off with your mouth and fingers."

I was delighted. I'd come like a fire extinguisher, and if it hadn't been for the condom, I'd have sprayed cum everywhere. And here was the sort of girl that fuels a nation's wet dreams, telling me I was a good fuck. Of course, she could have been just flattering me to make me feel better, but hey, what the fuck? I can take a compliment.

I looked down at the expression on my slutty angel's face. It was like she was in a dream. Her eyes had that faraway look in them. "Uncle Bob," she finally said in a weak voice, "did I come for, like, ages and ages? You see, I sorta lost count..."

I glanced at the clock beside the bed. To my surprise, I guessed that I'd fucked Barbie for around fifteen glorious minutes -- probably a record for me with anyone but Stacey. That isn't to say that Stacey isn't so horny that she can't make me shoot my load in record time. It's just that, with practice, I've learned how to control myself a little better with her. It's just that Barbie is so far out of my league that it's a miracle I could keep going as long as I did. (What am I saying? Both girls are way out of my league, and I was just living in an orgasmic fool's paradise, for as long as I could make it last!)

But Stacey had started coming soon after Barbie and me had started fucking. Stacey and I had discovered how to keep her on an orgasmic plateau for quite a while, but having her come continuously for maybe as long as ten minutes was probably life-threatening! Instinctively, my hand moved to Stacey's pussy. I could feel it, still giving little spasms, and Stacey let out a weak little moan of protest. "Please, Uncle Bob, no. It was -- soooo intense. I'm just -- totally freaked. Hold me, please?"

Barbie and I both held her, and gradually she regained her composure. "I don't think I should, like, get one of those Sybian machines. I guess it's, like, an addiction. I just so wanted it to go on and on and on. Then I so couldn't come down, and it was starting to hurt my poor pussy."

It was probably another ten minutes before Stacey calmed down enough for me to stop holding her and get up and get us all another drink. Then we each visited the bathroom and cleaned up, before climbing into bed. It was around midnight, and we'd been fucking on and off for about four hours. The girls insisted that I sleep in the middle, and it was amazing to feel a hot, sexy female body on each side of me. I don't think I'd ever fallen asleep so contented in all my sorry life.

I woke to a warm, wet feeling on my cock. I glanced down, to see Barbie giving me her best impression of deep throat. I wasn't fully hard yet, but she had most of my cock in her mouth. Like I've said before, that has to be the best wake-up call any guy can get. But then, it got better.

Stacey came out of the bathroom, climbed onto the bed and proceeded to straddle my face. Her pussy was already moist; not dripping, like I'm used to when she's really horny, but sufficiently wet to allow her to appreciate a good tongue fucking, followed by some serious clit-munching. I noticed that she had a butt-plug in, which for Stacey has become almost like wearing earrings.

After some delirious minutes, in which Barbie showed that she had learned quite a bit about deep-throat from my slutty angel (to my intense delight), Stacey said "OK, change." My cock slipped out of Barbie's lovely wet mouth, and Stacey wriggled free of my mouth and the hands that were steering her pussy around it, and then I had Barbie's luscious wet snatch on my face and Stacey's mouth on my cock. I thought, 'I could die now and be so happy!'

Interestingly, Barbie's ass also contained a plug. It was the same vibrating one that she had used the night before, and I could feel the buzzing through her pussy as I tongue-fucked her and teased her perineum. 

Then, just as it was all getting so good I couldn't imagine any better, Stacey let go my cock and slid up the bed beside me, and Barbie, reluctantly it seemed, climbed off my face.

"Uncle Bob, see, Barbie's gotta go home soon, and she, likes, wants to do anal once more, 'cuz she says it was totally awesome for her yesterday. But I, like, want it up my ass too. So could we, like, take it in turns to get ass-fucked?"

"What?" I was confused. How was this going to work? What was Stacey suggesting? And could anal sex be fatal for the guy? Was my dick about to explode into a thousand pieces or drop off from over-use in the wrong hole?

I watched in amazement as the two ladies went into a sixty-nine across the bed, Stacey on top, Barbie underneath with her legs dangling over the edge. I saw them each then easing out the other's butt-plugs, while chewing pussy. This was a show I could watch all day, but Stacey broke off from licking Barbie's cunt to say "When you're ready, Uncle Bob, just stick your cock in, like, one of our asses. Fuck it for a while, then move to the other one. We're both totally cleaned and lubed -- I did us both in the bathroom."

I reached for a condom, rolled it on and lubed up. Which one to choose? Stacey was still ass-fucking Barbie with the vibrating plug, so I chose to give it to my slutty angel first. Barbie watched wide--eyed as, right in front of her face, I sodomized my little slut. Stacey loves it so much that she doesn't need me to be gentle and slow, but I took it easy as much for Barbie's benefit as for Stacey's. I wanted Barbie to see what it was like up close, to anticipate the dirty, perverted pleasure before she experienced it.

Stacey squealed and moaned as I slowly slid my cock in. The usual slow, insistent rhythm, inching in, pulling back, focusing on the sensitive areas inside the ring, stimulating on the back-stroke. I kept this up for around five minutes, trying to watch Barbie's face, gauge when would be right for her. She had been watching, fascinated at what I was doing to Stacey's ass, while she kept up the pressure on my sweetie's pussy with her mouth and fingers.

"OK, Barbie. Your turn, I think. Ready to get fucked up the ass?"

"Oh yes, please, Bobby."

"You want it?"

"I want it. Fuck my ass, Bobby. Please?"

I can take a hint. I don't need to be begged by a hot babe to stick my cock in her ass -- though I do enjoy it. But what I enjoy more is the actual fucking, rather than just thinking about it. So I pulled out of Stacey's ass -- to a squeak of protest from my blonde princess - and waved my well-lubed cock in front of Barbie's face.

"Where's this going, Barbie?"

"Right up my dirty, slutty ass, Bobby. Do it now. Please, Bobby, just stick it in my ass, right now."

Barbie was warming to her subject. Stacey, on the other hand, was unhappy.

"Oh, Uncle Bob, I'm not there yet. My little ass is so empty."

"Barbie, stick the plug into Stacey's ass again, will you?"

Barbie managed to free a hand and re-inset the large plug, which was still vibrating gently. I grabbed the remote control and wound the control up to full.

"OH SHIT! OH FUCK! Fuck, that's -- AH! - so intense!" It was Barbie's protest, not Stacey's, and I realized I had the wrong remote. Barbie was getting a very high and totally unexpected level of anal stimulation. So I grabbed the other remote and wound that up, but I left Barbie to squirm a little longer. Stacey squealed at the renewed stimulation of the nerve endings in her ass, but seemed not to mind at all.

I shuffled around, reduced the buzz that Barbie was receiving, and decided to change condoms. (I know what they do on porno -- out of one hole and into the other -- but in real life there are such things as infections. I was happy to do nasty things to them, but I didn't want to give either of these lovely ladies anything nasty to remember me by.) I flipped off the used one and threw it at the trash can, but before I could finish unwrapping the new one, Stacey saw my cock in front of her face and steered it straight into her pie hole.

I was trying to concentrate on getting the condom out of its wrapper, as Stacey throated me. Not easy, I have to say. Reluctantly I pulled back.

"C'mon, Stacey baby. Give Barbie's pussy some treatment while I rubber up."

Stacey gave me a look that said 'I just want to be naughty', and plunged her tongue back into Barbie's wide-open slit. I rolled the condom onto my dick and then wound up the intensity of Barbie's butt vibrations again. A muffled shriek from the other end of Stacey told me I'd hit my target.

"Where' do you want this cock, Barbie?"

"Ah! AH! In my -- in my -- ass. Stick it -- stick it in my -- my ass! OH FUCK! PLEASE! Take the -- take the plug out -- OH SHIT! Stick your -- stick your cock -- in -- in -- in my -- in my ass!"




Uncle Bob Ch. 06



The butt-plug was doing its work well, so I took hold of it, and without reducing the intensity I tugged it slowly out. Barbie shrieked again as it stretched her sphincter, while the pressure increased the stimulation on the inside of her ring. I would normally have used the plug to ensure she was open for me, but I guessed she was pretty close to an anal orgasm, and I wanted my cock to trigger it, so with just a little extra lube, I pointed at the hole and pushed.

The shrieks and moans were replaced by a loud gasp and a little strangled cry. 

"Remind me, Barbie. Where is this cock going?"

"Oh! OH! It's going -- it's -- it's going up -- up - AH! Ohmygod! It's -- AH!..."

Her sphincter was tighter than Stacey's had been, and in my haste to be inside it, I'd not been so careful to ensure it was stretched. But at that moment, the head of my cock popped through. I was in Barbie's ass again, and it was glorious.

"What was that, Barbie?"

Barbie sighed. "It's -- it's going up my ass. Right up my tight, dirty little ass." My rocking movements, mimicking the way I had ass-fucked Stacey a few minutes ago, were taking me deeper, and taking Barbie higher.

"I thought only sluts wanted guys to fuck them in the ass. Are you a slut, Barbie?"

"Oh yeah! I'm a total -- AH! -- a total, fucking slut. I'm -- Oh! OH! I'm so nasty, such a total dirty little -- OOH! - dirty little slut!"

For the next few minutes, I edged my cock in until I was balls-deep and making long strokes, giving her all my length. Every now and then I'd flip my cock out and then force it back through the tight ring, making Barbie moan even louder. All the time I was encouraging her to tell me how she was a nasty little whore who loved to have a big cock up her ass. Stacey joined in too. When she wasn't licking and sucking on Barbie's clit, or licking my balls when I got close enough, she was adding her own little slutty monologue.

"Yeah, and me! Like, I so love it up the ass. I totally love a nice fat cock in all my holes. I'm like this total slut-whore. You can, like, fuck me any way you want. And I totally love the taste of pussy. Mmmm."

"Stacey, you little whore. Don't talk, eat! Barbie's the slut who's taking it up the ass, and you and me are gonna make her cum. Is that right Barbie? Are you gonna cum with my cock in your ass?"

"I -- OH YEAH! OH! OH FUCK! OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGAAAAWD!" was about all that Barbie could manage.

I may have said this before, but to do anal sex well, you need four things. Firstly, a clean, well-lubed ass that's been pre-stretched with fingers, a plug or other tools. Check. Secondly, you need a dick hard enough to punch a hole through a sheet of paper, and not so big that it brings tears to the girl's eyes and leaves her asshole leaking for a week afterwards. And the guy has to know how to use it, especially on the back-stroke. Check. Then you need lots of clit stimulation, with fingers, a vibrator or (in this case) another girl's tongue. Check. But most important of all, you need a girl who gets off on the sheer dirtiness of the act; ideally a good girl from nine to five, and a total dirty slut-whore on her day off. So that was check on all four counts.

So it was no surprise that Barbie started to come within just a couple of minutes of serious ass-fucking, and her orgasm went on for quite a while. Stacey kept licking and sucking Barbie's pussy, which was good. And despite everything -- perhaps because Stacey's back was between me and Barbie's oh-so-horny front, preventing me from seeing that hot babe in her ecstasy -- I didn't cum. 

When I felt that Barbie couldn't take any more, I pulled out and moved around the other side of the bed. Barbie's already-pretty face had the incredible erotic beauty that all women in orgasm have. I watched for a moment, then flipped off the second condom and slid my cock into Barbie's open mouth. Her eyes snapped open in surprise, but to her credit, she opened to let me in. I pushed down, and was pleased to see -- or rather feel -- that she'd learned her skills well. My cock-head went past her throat, and she took all of me, although she was gagging.

I'd only managed two or three slow strokes, but I was getting pretty close to coming, when Stacey turned to see what was happening. "Hey, that's so unfair! Uncle Bob, my ass needs fucking and I haven't come and I totally have to. Please?"

Reluctantly I withdrew from Barbie's mouth. She gasped a little.

"Did you just do me ass-to-mouth?" She looked upset.

"Well, not exactly. I had a condom on my dick when it was in your ass, and I took it off before I stuck it in your throat."

"OK. I didn't think I could smell or taste shit. Thanks."

"My pleasure, Barbie. Hope you liked the ass-fuck. Oh, and excellent deep-throat."

"Hey guys," Stacey said getting up and looking seriously pissed, "while you're being all, like, lovey-dovey, I'm so waiting to be fucked."

"OK, Stacey, how do you want me?" I said. I'd been really close to coming, and I wasn't sure what I could do for Stacey.

"Get on your back, like, right away." I'd never seen her so demanding. Anyway, I shuffled into the middle of the bed and lay down with my cock in my hand. Stacey straddled me, removing the butt plug. It was buzzing furiously, and I couldn't understand why Stacey wasn't coming like that.

"Hey, Barbie, could you, like, guide his dick up my ass?" She lowered her body, squatting astride me, as Barbie took (and incidentally, stroked) my dick, pointing it at Stacey's gaping hole. No slow and considerate insertion here. She just shoved down quite hard, and I marveled at the elasticity for that tight little hole as she took me all the way up her ass in one smooth and eye-watering stroke.

That is, eye watering for us both. Her tunnel was still tight, especially in the deeper parts where her plug hadn't reached, so the intense, almost painful pressure on my cock head took the edge off my imminent orgasm, or I'd have shot my load then and there. As it was, I had to ask Barbie to frig Stacey's clit, and I still came a few seconds before Stacey did, but at least we got there almost together.

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Barbie zipped up her roller-case, having carefully stowed the Sybian inside it. I'd been denied the sight of Barbie riding the machine, so I would just have to imagine it for the present. "Come around to the shop on a Wednesday when we're usually very quiet. I'd be happy to sneak out the back and demonstrate it for you." I thought that was sufficient invitation to look forward to.

"Barbie, you were awesome. You so blew us both away, didn't she, Uncle Bob?" Stacey kissed Barbie again -- a long, lingering and affectionate kiss -- and I started to get hard again, despite my balls aching like they were in a vise.

When they both came up for air, Barbie smiled at me. "You guys were pretty awesome yourselves. I never would have believed that I'd actually beg someone to have anal sex with me, and that I'd really get off so strongly on it. Or that I'd enjoy playing with another girl. Or even that I could learn to deep-throat. You both taught me so much this weekend. I don't know how I can ever thank you enough."

"Well, you could come around and fuck us again soon," I ventured.

Barbie pulled a face. "You know, that's gonna be kinda hard for a few weeks. Dean will be back tonight, and he gets so jealous, and doesn't like me to be out of his sight, especially on the weekend. I'm sure he'll want sex when he gets back tonight, so it's a good thing that we didn't work my pussy too much. Look, I'll text you if he's going to be out of town again soon. Maybe we can all hook up again then?"

I did think about suggesting I could come around to the shop, and that there was no reason we couldn't also try to mix her a protein shake for lunch and help her with her throat-opening exercises, but then I thought better of it.

Barbie and I kissed, another dick-stiffening kiss that I would never have received from a woman of that class just twenty-four hours earlier. The feel of her gorgeous firm tits on my chest was very hot indeed. "You know," she said when we separated, "you're at least as good as Stacey said you were -- maybe better."

"Cool. I'll get some cards printed, and maybe you can hand them out at the shop. 'Bobby, champion ass-fucker. Call ...'"

Barbie slapped my arm -- quite hard, I thought, though it was meant to be playful -- and Stacey gave me a little punch in the ribs. "Hey, are we starting a round of S&M?" I asked, rubbing the place on my arm. "If so, I'd better go for my gimp mask." I ducked another blow from Stacey, but both women were laughing.

"Bobby, if you're serious, I could see if any of my customers buying butt plugs or douches need a lesson, and refer them to you guys." I could just see it. 'If your asshole yearns, and you want to learn -- call Captain Buttfuck.' 

We kissed again -- a quick, friendly goodbye sort of kiss, and then Stacey and me watched her drive away.

"That was so cool, Uncle Bob. She is like, totally hot, and you and me, we both so fucked her, and she totally loved it."

"And you, Stacey, did you totally love it?"

"Sure. It was awesome, Uncle Bob."

"And you didn't mind sharing me with another woman?"

"Well, like, sometimes I did want you all to myself. But it was totally cool to, like, have this total hot babe licking my pussy and stuff. But, like, Uncle Bob? Could we, like, just go home now and make out, just you and me?"

I took her in my arms and held her close. And when we got home, I started up the hot tub, we bathed together for a while, Stacey nestling in my arms. Then I brushed her hair like I had when she was a little girl -- she still loves that - massaged her, and then made slow and very gentle love to her for over an hour. She came three times, I came twice, and then she lay in my arms again for a long time, just kissing and holding me.

"You know, what we did with Barbie, that was awesome. But you and me -- we're so the best, huh?"

And she was right. That's what love is about.



Uncle Bob Ch. 07



Chapter Seven – Why d'you have to go and make things so complicated?

By Bad Hobbit ©

Sorry it's taken me so long to get this onto the site. It's been lying around for some time, awaiting a final review. Hope you feel it was worth the wait. I guess there will still be 3 or 4 more chapters to go, so watch out for them!

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On Tuesday evening my cellphone rang. I was expecting to hear back from Stacey or maybe Barbie, but when I looked at the display, I saw it was Dolores. Oh fuck, had she found out? Had she heard something from another friend? Had she picked up Stacey's mobile and seen the string of obscene texts and images that had passed between us over the last few weeks? I took a deep breath, forced a smile to my lips and answered the call.

"Hey, Dolores! Great to hear from you. How are you?"

"I'm good thanks," she said in her usual non-committal tone. "I've just been talking to Stacey..." 

'Oh fuck! Here it comes!' I thought.

"...and she suggested we invite you over for a meal tomorrow evening. Return the favor for all the weekends when Stacey's been your guest, and that time you made me lunch. What do you say?"

My first reaction was relief. We hadn't been discovered. All was good.

My second reaction was – 'fuck – what's Stacey planning here? If she's trying to find some way for us to fuck at her house, she's just ratcheted the old risk factor up several notches.' But how could I say no? In reality, I most wanted to climb back between the thighs of my dear niece and perform the deed – or deeds – we both continued to crave. How we were going to make that happen at Dolores' house, I had no idea.

"Dolores, I'd love to. That's really kind of you. What time should I be there?"

Wednesday night was surreal. I sat at the table with Dolores, who was wearing a very nice, tightly-cinched, rather low-cut black dress with a mid-thigh floaty skirt, sexy-looking seamed black pantyhose and ankle-strap black high heels. Not completely blatant, but subtly sexy. Her appearance was what I think used to be called 'svelte'. 

Alongside me, opposite her Mom, sat Stacey, dressed – well, not quite like jailbait, but certainly more provocatively than I thought Dolores should be comfortable with. And actually, under the circumstances, a lot more provocatively than I was comfortable with. A little crop top, no bra, a cute short skirt and knee-high socks. It wasn't as extreme as some of the outfits she'd tried on for me, but it wasn't exactly demure either. Perhaps Dolores thought it was sweet and little-girly. To me it was less Hannah Montana and more somewhere between Britney in her schoolgirl outfit and the girls in Max Hardcore's fucked-up fantasies. Get the picture? Got the hard-on yet?

But the strangest thing was that I realized from quite early on that Dolores was subtly hitting on me. This was bizarre. Just a few weeks ago, I thought that she would have been happy to bust my sorry ass in one of her courtroom performances and send me down for twenty to life, just for being her shitty ex-husband's dumb-ass brother. But something had changed - for the weirder. Not only was I now no longer the enemy and the apparent right-hand man of the Antichrist, but I was a potential sexual target! 

Ordinarily I would have been flattered – and very tempted. Dolores may be a ball-breaker and around ten years older than me, but she's seriously fit, has had some very high-quality work done, and the space between her well-toned thighs would entice many a man with ten times my (admittedly pathetic) will-power. Her tits are firm and, though undoubtedly artificial, then at least classily so. They look like the real tits of a well-endowed woman of twenty five who works out a lot – or at least, that's what I'd concluded when I'd last seen her in a bikini, about a year before. Oh, and her ass is firm and rounded, and her thighs – just let's say that when she walks into a room, be it a courtroom or Wal-Mart – she usually gets the attention of every non-gay man present.

And Stacey sat there like nothing was going on, sweet and demure looking – despite the outrageous outfit – sipping her soda and looking really pleased with herself. When Dolores cleared the starter plates, bending over the table, I noticed, so that I could look down her cleavage (which of course I did – well, who wouldn't) and headed for the kitchen, Stacey turned to me and smiled.

"Well, what do you think?"

"About what?"

"Mom, of course! Don't you think she's hot?"

"Stacey, what sort of a question is that to ask me?"

"But she is, isn't she? I can see it on your face. Bet you'd just love to!"

Oh holy fuck! Now what could I say? I really had no idea what was going on here. I'd assumed that Stacey had persuaded her Mom to invite me over so that somehow Stacey and me could find a way to fuck in some clandestine manner right under Dolores' nose – so to speak. That would be dangerous enough, for both of us. But here I was, becoming the meat in a hot pussy sandwich, not sure who was playing me and to what purpose. Surely Dolores couldn't be serious about trying to seduce me? And fuck, if she did, could I resist with sufficient grace to not offend her? And if I didn't resist, how seriously fucked-up would my relationship with my new fuck-buddy be – let alone the relationship I was trying to start with Barbie? I decided on a direct approach, as I'm too dumb to be subtle.

"Stacey – what game are you playing here? I thought you..."

At that instant, I felt Stacey's slender hand start to unzip my pants, and before I could stop her, snake inside to capture my swelling cock. That was about five seconds before Dolores returned with the main course.

So there I was, sitting at the table with two seriously sexy females, one bending over and flaunting her rather impressive tits at me as she served the food, while the other played with my cock under the table. To some guys, this could be heaven. At that instant, I was so terrified I thought I might shit myself!

"So Bob" (notice, no longer 'Robert') Dolores began as she spooned pasta and sauce onto my plate, "do you have a girlfriend at the moment? Has anyone special turned up since – what was her name? Oh yes, Cheryl!"

And for a moment, there was a flash of the old Dolores. That tone of her voice almost implied that she'd prefixed Cheryl's name with 'that little ass-fucking whore' – which as we know would be a true description, if a little cruel. But I knew that Cheryl and Dolores never got on, and after she'd tired of my dick and my rather slovenly ways, neither did Cheryl and me. But suddenly the smile returned.

"Don't say that you're all alone, a nice, handsome young guy like you?"

I concluded that either Dolores was becoming hormonal or she was being facetious. In any event, this was dangerous ground.

"Hey, I don't need a girlfriend. Stacey comes around most weekends and we hang out and have fun. It's cool. She's like a girlfriend without the complications."

'Truer than Dolores realizes', I thought. A girlfriend without the complications is usually a fuck-buddy. I hoped my flippant remark wouldn't give the game away. And I was desperately trying to ignore the clever, delicate fingers sliding up and down my dick, under the table. I glanced at Stacey, who had that sweet, rapt little 'butter wouldn't melt' expression on her face.

Before Dolores could probe any deeper, I returned the shot. "What about you, Dolores. An attractive, and may I say, hot woman like you must have a lot of guys chasing after her. Who do you have in tow right now?"

Dolores smiled sweetly – something I'd rarely witnessed before. "Thanks for the compliment, Bob, but right now, no-one. Oh, there have been a few, but they're all such losers. Frankly, I can't be bothered with any of them."

I turned to Stacey. "And what about you, Stacey? Anyone special floating your boat right now?" Dangerous, I knew, but at the end of the road Dolores was pursuing was the phrase 'why don't you and me just go to bed?', and as attractive as it might be to get my cock inside Dolores, I'd look pretty stupid with my dick cut off and on a spike outside Stacey's bedroom window, if her main plan was to test my resolve.

"Sure, there's guys hitting on me all the time, but they're all such assholes."

"Language, Stacey!" Dolores said, in an almost automatic tone of voice. "What about that nice boy Josh?"

"Sorry, Mom, but they are. Josh is OK, but we've only just started to get to know each other, and I'm not sure if he's gonna treat me right. Jason spends almost all day trying to look up my skirt. Raoul tried to squeeze my titties yesterday, Darren slapped my ass and Shane said I should go down on his dick – and that was all before lunch break. It's just a whole load of sexual harassment. And I'm sure that if I turned to them and said 'OK, go ahead', not one of them would know what to do. I'm so bored with boys. They're all so lame."

"What about girls?" I blurted before my brain could cut in and stop me.

"Robert! What are you implying?" Note, Dolores had reverted to my full name. That was not usually a good sign, and I couldn't blame her.

"Dolores, it's well-known that girls have crushes on each other, and with boys behaving the way they do these days, who can blame them. But I just meant, does Stacey have any special girlfriends she's really close to, like in a friendly way. Not, like, sexually. I mean..."

I decided that the best course of action was to stop trying to dig the hole I'd gotten myself into any deeper. To my surprise, Stacey smiled.

"Well, my best friend Hannah once kissed me at a sleepover at her house."

Dolores looked shocked, but Stacey, perhaps deliberately trying to outrage her Mom, pressed on.

"Yeah, it was cool. She kisses so much better than the boys. And Uncle Bob's right. I think girls are, like, so more attractive than boys, and I think if Hannah, or maybe Rachel or Lauren, wanted to kiss me or even make out with me, it'd be way better than Raoul or Darren or Jason. So no, Uncle Bob, there's, like, no-one – yet. But it's, like, not impossible. Maybe Josh could totally turn into Prince Charming. Or I could so meet someone when I go to college."

And what was really evil was the way that, all the while she was trying to shock her Mom and fill my head with images of pussy-eating sessions at sleepovers, the little slut-angel was still stroking my cock. This was becoming unbearable.

"It's – it's all the fault of the media", I blurted. "Women are so objectified. They're made into little more than sex-on-legs, used to promote products and distract us from anything real. Guys' brains just turn to jelly when they see an attractive woman. I blame Britney Spears in her schoolgirl outfit and Christina Aguilera in her boxing video for getting Dubya re-elected. Men just focused elsewhere." To my surprise, Dolores smiled. I wasn't sure whether to be pleased or scared; I'd seen some of her smiles before.

As the food was now served, and we'd started to eat, I carefully removed Stacey's hand from my cock. God, it was fantastic while it lasted, but I would have difficulty explaining stains down my pants and white streaks over the dining-room floor. I tried to concentrate on the meal and the conversation, but Stacey kept giving me these sly little looks and smirking. 

We finished the main course, which wasn't bad, and as I watched Dolores' shapely ass wiggling in her flared and rather short skirt through the door of the kitchen, Stacey quietly began a little playground chant of "You wanna fuck my Mo-om! You wanna fuck my Mo-om!"

"I do not!" I hissed back, reluctantly fending off Stacey's hand which was trying to return to my cock, and quickly re-fastening my pants.

"Why not? She's hot, she wants you, you both need an outlet."

I glanced at the still-closed kitchen door, and whispered urgently "Stacey, you know why not. You're my outlet – or is that inlet? Look, I love you, I want to fuck you all the time, and I think you want to fuck me. Then on Saturday you hooked us up with Barbie, and on Sunday we made love and I thought it was just you and me again. Now you're pushing your Mom at me, and at the same time jerking me off. I'm getting totally confused. I know you say you want me to have another girlfriend, but do you really, and if that was your mom, would that be sensible?"

She sidled a little closer. "See, I'm not jealous, Uncle Bob. What my Mom most needs right now is a good stiff dick, and I know where I can find one of those, attached to a handsome, sensitive, clever guy who knows how to use it. If you and my Mom started fucking, it would be really cool. Really. It'd be, like, better than you hooking up with a total stranger, or even someone we both know, like Barbie. But I'd still be cool with that too, if that's what you wanted. But my mom is so hot, and you'd so be good for each other. It's just that you'd, like, so have to fuck me whenever we could. Do you think you could do that, Uncle Bob?"

I was frankly amazed. This was so surreal. "Stacey – you're – you're pimping your Mom to me! That's – that's just so bizarre!"

"Oh Uncle Bob, it's not like that at all. I so think she hasn't had a fuck in, like, months, and probably not a good fuck in years. Now that I know just how good a good fuck really is, I just think it's totally important to make sure she gets what she needs. And you need to fuck someone, like, regularly. Someone, like, legal. So, will you help her? I so think she could help you."

"Stacey – I can't believe we're having this conversation. I thought you'd got me over here because you wanted my dick so badly that you were prepared to risk sex under your mother's own roof. I was going to try to talk you out of it." Actually, I'd been prepared to risk it for the sensations of some hot, tight, wet holes around my dick, but I wasn't on the point of telling her that. "Now I'm totally confused. If I do fuck your Mom – then what? Say she and I become lovers – get married even. Where does that leave you and me?"

"Under the same roof, like you say, and you with, like, six holes to choose from instead of three." Fuck, this girl was getting nastier every day.

I passed over her implication that her mom would like to be ass-fucked as much as she did. "Stacey, for fuck's sake! How's that gonna work? As soon as your Mom catches us fucking, which she's bound to do if we're all in the same house, I'm toast and you're grounded, and broke because she'll stop your allowance. And if she's my girlfriend, I'll never get to see you without your Mom tagging along. We won't ever get to be together."

She looked me very directly in the eye. "Look, Uncle Bob. It's like we've been talking about. Like, me and you, we totally love each other, but we can't ever get married and stuff. What we do is like, so awesome but so illegal. So we've gotta get real. We've both got to, like, find someone else, see? Now me, I'm only eighteen and I don't have to rush into anything and I have this gorgeous man who like, loves me to bits."

"Who's that?" I asked, suddenly jealous.

Stacey giggled. "It's YOU, silly! So there's no need for me to go falling in love and stuff – at least, not for like, ages. I don't need some creepy guy to tell me he loves me so I can feel, like, validated and cool when he sticks his dick inside me. And I don't need to hook up with creeps or losers or bullies who'll treat me bad, just to try out some really hot sex. I can do that with you, and I trust you and I know you'll love me and be gentle and never hurt me and stuff, and that's way awesome! But..." Here she grimaced slightly. "But like, I know that sooner or later I'm gonna want to settle down with someone, and we both know that can't be you, and that sucks. So like we said, I need to try other guys, see who treats me right and who turns out to be an asshole, knowing that I don't have to prove anything to anyone or do anything I don't want. And you know about Josh. And, like, there could so be others, better than him. So Uncle Bob, I sorta need to say – would you be terribly upset if I was to like..." she glanced at the kitchen door, "fuck some other guys? Like, not just Josh, but, like, try some more for size?"

"Sure," I stammered. "Sure, I'd be cool with that." I can't imagine I sounded convincing; I'd be about as cool as Mount fucking Kilauea, where the lava hits the sea. In my head I was getting pretty mediaeval, dreaming up new and excruciating tortures for any asshole who tried to put his cock anywhere near my Stacey. Nothing humane like waterboarding - oh no! What I could dream up would leave permanent disfigurement.

But at the same time I was trying to say to myself, 'Get real, Bob. Just because she can't be yours forever doesn't mean you can't let her have some fun. Stop being such an asshole and grow up!' I had to admit that growing up was not one of my strongest suits, but for my Stacey, I needed to make an effort. I put my hand over hers and smiled.

Just then, Dolores came back through the kitchen door with the dessert – a tiramisu that she claimed to have made herself. It was good, and Stacey and I both had large helpings. Then she went back and brought the coffee.

Then totally out of the blue, Dolores said "Did you know Stacey's going to be bridesmaid at Michael's wedding?" I choked and almost spat coffee all over Dolores' tits.

When I'd stopped coughing, I spluttered "so the asshole has decided to make a decent woman out of his latest whore has he?"

"Uncle Bob, don't be like that! Like I told you, Chelsea is a really nice lady! And Daddy is way nicer since he met her." Stacey said with some outrage. "Anyway, that was why my Mom wanted me here that weekend I couldn't hang out with you. We went and chose the most beautiful bridesmaid dress. It's, like, white and silky and totally awesome!" I remembered Stacey in her princess outfit at Disney, aged six. She'd never grown out of her love of dressing up prettily. Except now, for my benefit, she'd added a desire to dress up sluttily as well.

Dolores just smiled at me benignly "I'm glad you share my opinion of your brother and his bride to be, but for Stacey's sake, it would be best to show just a little more tolerance. I've tried to put the whole sordid mess behind me. I shall ignore Michael's past behavior and just be a proud mom watching my little girl looking beautiful as she performs her bridesmaid duties."

"You're – you're actually going to the wedding?" I coughed again.

"Sure – I've had an invitation. It seems that Michael would like to let bygones be bygones."

"Not with me he hasn't." I didn't know whether to be outraged that my own brother had missed me off the wedding invitations list, or feel smug that the piece of shit still smarted from what I'd said when he'd told me in a brotherly, conspiratorial way that he was leaving Dolores, and more importantly Stacey, for some pneumatic blond bimbo.

"So no invitation for you, Robert? I had no idea the enmity ran so deep."

"Oh yeah. I don't suppose he mentioned what I called him when he said he was deserting Stacey and you."

"No. Actually, he seemed to imply at the time that you were comfortable with it. He just claimed you and he had fallen out because you were jealous of him for finding a hot woman."

"Jealous! Shit, Dolores, I spent maybe an hour telling him what a worthless piece of shit he was for deserting his beautiful daughter – and, of course, you – for some overblown plastic whore. He seemed to think he was being clever, which shows how dumb the arrogant little..." 

I stopped in mid-flow, realizing that I was just making something of an exhibition of myself, and using language that was not appropriate in the current circumstances. Even so many years later, I was still angry at the hurt he'd caused Stacey. I remembered all the long phone calls when my angel would call me, sobbing that her Dad, and sometimes even her Mom, didn't love her anymore. Clearly Dolores and Stacey had moved on, and I was still in my own little pit of venom.




Uncle Bob Ch. 07



"Well look, you guys," Stacey interjected into the rather awkward silence, "it's getting late and I have school in the morning. Uncle Bob, if you help me clear these dishes, I'll get off to bed."

"And I suppose I'd better be getting along..." I began.

"I don't think so, Bob. You've had far too much wine to drive." I glanced at the empty bottle on the table and realized that she was right. She'd had one glass – I'd sunk the rest. "Look, we have the guest room made up, so why don't I just pour you a Jack Daniels – I recall you like that – and maybe we can relax and continue our little chat? I want to talk some more about this wedding."

"I – sure..." I muttered lamely. "But first I'll help Stacey clear the dishes."

In the kitchen, Stacey gave me a big hug and a kiss – mostly in the style of the old 'I love you Uncle Bob' genre I'd known for years, and with only a little of the 'and I'd like your fat cock in my ass, please' twist that had developed lately.

"Now look, Uncle Bob, don't go getting yourself upset over Daddy and Chelsea. Mom and me have talked about it and we're putting it all behind us. You should do the same. And remember what I said earlier. We have to be realistic. You and me'll still have each other, like, forever and ever. But I've gotta, like, date other boys or Mom'll get suspicious. And you and Mom should learn to be friends. Stick around, play nicely." She gave one of her endearing little giggles. "Or nastily, if you want to!" She leaned close and whispered in my ear. "It'd be so cool if you guys got to fuck tonight. Please try – for me?"

She kissed me again, gave me another of her heartbreaking, groin-aching smiles, and skipped out of the room to say goodnight to Dolores. I stacked the dishes in the machine, then poured myself another coffee while I tried to get my head straight. Tonight had been another little puddle of weirdness in the great sea of weird that had flooded in during recent weeks. As I summarized it all in my brain, it all seemed like some alternate reality. My sweet 18 year old niece, who I was regularly fucking, sodomizing and generally debauching, was trying to get me to fuck her mom. I gathered that this was so that she would then feel able to go out and fuck other boys and maybe return our relationship into something a little closer to what might pass, from the outside, as normal; that is, only fucking me occasionally, possibly in her mom's house while her mom and I were more regular fuck-buddies. With maybe some of Barbie on the side. I was in this way, way over my head, and my cock wasn't exactly pointing me towards the way out.

On the contrary. When I went through into the lounge, Dolores was sat on the sofa looking particularly horny. Her long legs were crossed, and the rather short, floaty skirt of her tightly-tailored dress had ridden even further up her smooth thighs, showing a little bit of stocking top – so not pantyhose after all! She'd poured me a large JD, which she held out to me. The act of raising her arm lifted her quite spectacular breasts, and I stood, perhaps rather obviously staring down her cleavage. Like I said, she wasn't wearing – didn't need - a bra, so her nipples were pointing invitingly toward me through the black fabric. The air was charged, and my dick was feeling like it might soon be a lightning rod. I took the proffered whisky and sat down beside her on the sofa.

Her smile had taken on a slightly more devious look – one that I recognized from the past and was always wary of. "I've been thinking about Michael's wedding, and I have an interesting idea. How would you like to see Stacey looking lovely as a bridesmaid?"

Being the sort of guy I am, my mind instantly filled with the kind of image that should never be seen outside of porn flicks. Stacey in virginal white, sweet little tiara in her cutely-styled hair, smiling at me as she held her cheeky little skirt up around her waist, bending over so I could fuck her up the ass. The fact that it happened to be by the altar rail in a church full of people surprised me a little. I shook my head to clear this deranged picture and tried to focus.

"Robert?" Dolores was looking at me in some concern. "You have a strange expression on your face. Are you OK?"

I rapidly recovered my composure. "Sure, Dolores. I'm sure that Stacey will be gorgeous. I was just thinking about something else for a moment."

She smirked a little. "Maybe we're sharing the same thought. I try to be nice to Michael for Stacey's sake, but from what you said earlier, neither of us exactly seem to wish him well. This Chelsea is better than that odious Taylor that he left me for, and better than the half-dozen or so that he's been trailing around since her. But she's still an airhead whose main appeal seems to be enormous tits, a big mouth and a pair of legs that won't close. And frankly, it would be poetic justice if, straight after the wedding, his dick shriveled up and dropped off, so he was just stuck with a brainless gold-digger whose body he could never use. Am I sounding vituperative, Robert?"

I wasn't really sure what 'vituperative' meant, but I guessed it was something like 'pissed'. "Not without cause, Dolores. But you're going to the wedding?"

"It's for Stacey's sake, really. As you know, Michael has been inviting Stacey up to his place more often lately. He says it's because he wants her and Chelsea to be friends, now that they're planning to get married. Anyway, around two weeks ago, Chelsea asked Stacey to be her bridesmaid. Stacey came back with an invitation to the wedding for me and a partner. I guess it was Michael's way of trying to bury the hatchet. Frankly, I'd prefer to bury it in his crotch!"

"And you're going – for Stacey's sake?"

"Partly. But here's the twist." She smiled that lawyer's shark-smile and leaned closer. I could smell her perfume. I could feel her body heat. I could look straight down her cleavage – and I had to fight not to. "The invitation is for me and a partner. Now like I said, I don't have anyone in particular at the moment. So I wondered if you'd like to accompany me."

I must have grinned from ear to ear. "Dolores, you're a genius. That way we get to see Stacey looking beautiful and really spoil my bro's big day! If he sees you and me together, like, as a couple, that'll really piss him off. Inspired!"

Spontaneously, I put my glass down, placed my hands on Dolores' upper arms and kissed her. It was meant to be a gesture of delight with a fellow conspirator, but when we broke the clinch, Dolores looked at me in an odd way, and said "Interesting. Could we try that again, but just a little more like this?"

Her arms went around me, and this time her lips were soft and sensuous against mine. Her tongue teased its way into my mouth, and her firm tits pressed hard into my chest. They were bigger than Barbie's and rather firmer than real ones, but it was still a very sexy experience.

I responded – well, it would have been impolite to do otherwise. My arms embraced her, and I became lost in the heat and wetness of her kiss. She tugged my tie off, then slipped her hands up over my shoulders and down my back, down as far as my ass. For my part, I could feel the taut outlines of her well-honed and expensively-shaped body as my own hands traced the outlines of her less-dangerous curves. At this stage, I felt that tits and ass should be left until some ground-rules had been established.

"Mmm, some nice muscles you have there, Bob," she said when we both came up for air. Are you that strong everywhere? Here, for instance?"

Her palm rubbed across my crotch. Oooh, yes. It was at that point that I think those ground-rules were clearly spelled out, and I finally decided to take Stacey's advice. The decision was made well below the neck, but it was a very firm decision, as Dolores' hand was finding out.

"Oooh, yes, that feels nice. I think I'd like to find out more about what's happening there. Why don't we head upstairs, and maybe we can get to know each other properly, after all these years?"

We stood up, and she kissed me again. My hands rode down her back to her nicely-rounded ass, which felt tight and, it seemed, pantie-less. She pulled back and looked into my face. Her smile had a hungry, predatory look to it, but I wasn't about to complain. The way I felt at that moment, I would have been happy for her to eat me all up.

As she led me upstairs, I could see part-way up her skirt. She was definitely wearing stockings, but I couldn't see what else. She closed the door of her very large and luxuriously-furnished bedroom, and then locked it. "We don't want Stacey walking in on us, do we? It wouldn't do for her to see her Uncle Bob naked? Especially if he was between her mom's legs at the time. Don't you think?" She removed the key from the lock, holding it suggestively in front of her and smiling wickedly.

Shit, this was another dose of weird. I could tell her that Stacey had indeed seen her dear old Uncle Bob naked on numerous occasions, including between her own legs and in other, very intimate, places besides, but that didn't seem a good idea right then – or ever. Equally, there was absolutely no doubt that Dolores was determined to fuck me before the morning. She had locked the door so I couldn't get away. Like I wanted to....

"No escape for you, Bob. You're locked in. Looks like you'll have to tunnel out. I hope you've brought the right tool for that sort of work." Again, that predatory smile.

She turned around. "The zipper is at the back. Could you please help me?"

I unzipped the dress and she peeled it down, stepped out of it and turned to face me. As I'd guessed, the underwear was minimal; no bra, but the tiniest thong panties I've ever seen, with a very flimsy strap around the hips – barely a single thread - dipping to a sheer panel that pressed between, rather than covered, her pussy lips, increasing the camel-toe effect. Plus a skinny little silk garter belt with black seamed stockings, and of course, the black heels. Yowza!

Unlike Stacey, she wasn't completely smooth, but had a small dark triangular 'landing strip', pointing straight to the promised land. The way the panties exposed, rather than covered, her pussy lips was extremely horny. Anyway, I find myself drawn to a pussy that's framed nicely by stocking tops and a garter belt. Fuck it; I find myself drawn to a pussy, period!

But I was at least momentarily distracted by the tits. They were – well, spectacular is probably the best word for them. I'm sure that Michael had paid for them, so it was ironic that I should now be getting the benefit. My first reaction was how similar in shape they were to Barbie's. The aureoles were larger, but then the size was bigger too. An intelligent guess would put Dolores' breasts at around a D-cup, maybe bigger, whereas Barbie's were a perfectly-formed C. The thing is, on Dolores' well-toned frame, they looked big but right. Just unfeasibly high and firm for a woman of her age.

My fuck-wit brother seemed to become increasingly fixated with large breasts. When he married Dolores, she was moderately endowed, but having Stacey really fucked with her body. Afterwards I was aware that she'd had some work done, but I had no idea how classy that work was. When Michael left Dolores for Taylor, I guessed it was because the dumb blonde's tits must have been at least two sizes bigger than his wife's. I think Michael confuses himself with Russ Meyer.

Now I'm not really a tit man. I like them in all sizes, as long as they don't sag too much, but I tend to focus more on asses, legs and especially pussies. I'm a sucker for a pretty-looking pussy; well, a licker at least. Dolores' pussy looked enticing; nice plump outer lips and quite a long slit. Perhaps I'm biased, but Stacey's is perhaps the most beautiful I've ever seen, with small, discreet inner lips that are hidden until she spreads for me – ooh! - and a lovely long slit that points up into her mound and provides a perfect 'vertical smile'. But from what I could see from where I was standing, her mom's was in pretty good shape too.

"Like what you see, Robert?" Oh, so we were getting formal again. Did that mean some control was going to be exercised, that someone was gonna get their ass smacked? Knowing Dolores' nature, I couldn't imagine that that would be her. And she was still playing with the door key, as if reminding me that I was her captive. Mmmm.

"Outstanding, Dolores. You have an incredible body."

Standing – or rather, posing - in her black lingerie, she reminded me a little of Joan Collins in those risible old soft-porn movies from the seventies, except in rather better shape. I knew that Dolores worked out, though I'd always assumed that her favorite exercise was breaking balls. However, she looked more athletic than I had imagined, almost muscular. Perhaps the sort of gal that Barbie's Dean would meet at one of his conventions. I wondered if Dolores' inner muscles were as well developed as those I could see. Shit, if that were so, my cock could get severely mauled.

"Thank you, Robert. But now, fair play. I've shown you mine – time to show me yours!"

There is an art to male undressing. I've never had an ambition to be a male stripper – though having seen some of the videos on the web, I could tell that it could be an interesting career move. You just wouldn't have to mind getting blown and fucked in a room-full of screaming women, and maybe wearing a stupid mask at the time. But for normal, everyday bedroom duty, the sequence has to be right. Never take your pants off before your shirt – that looks so fucking ridiculous. And for fuck's sake, don't leave your socks until last. A girl being fucked wearing cute ankle socks, or knee-highs, is sexy. A guy fucking her, wearing black ankle socks, just looks stupid and about as erotic as a gimp mask.

So off came my shirt, then my shoes and socks, then my pants. I was wearing a pair of black jersey trunks, so that Dolores could see the outline of my imprisoned and seriously swollen cock, and the little wet patch of pre-cum wasn't too obvious. (In white jockeys, it can look like you've pissed yourself).

"Oh, yes. When I saw you in your swim shorts at your place, I have to say I was surprised at how good a body you have. Even Stacey remarked on how fit you looked." Even Stacey? The girl who had probably smeared every inch of this body with pussy juices and saliva – especially seven very specific inches – but obviously couldn't tell her mom that?

"Thanks. I like to keep in shape. Want to see more?"

"Definitely. But let me help you."

She set the room key down on a nearby shelf – I noted its position in case I had to run for my life – and sort of shimmered over to me. That was a hell of a walk. I watched the pussy lips rubbing together and the swing and sway of her firm, stockinged thighs. However, the titties seemed bolted to the front of her body. Unlike Barbie's there was not much natural bounce, but the nipples were erect and quite long, like her daughter's, and pointed straight at me. I felt she could probably take someone's eye out with those.

Then she did what she had to do, and what most guys crave; she stopped around two feet in front of me and went down onto her knees. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of my shorts, and in a well-practiced move, she peeled them down over my hips, holding the elastic out far enough for my cock to spring free without being painfully snagged.

"Oh yes! That looks like it's more than capable of the task I have in mind for it," she said in slightly husky tones. She continued to slide my shorts down my legs and allowed me to step out of them, to my relief. Sometimes, Leanne would peel them halfway down and then blow me, leaving me looking ridiculous with my legs trapped and with me at severe risk of falling on top of her when I came. Dolores clearly had other ideas, as I discovered when she had flung the garment across the room.

From her position, kneeling in front of me, she looked up and puckered a kiss, which she then applied directly to the tip of my cock, cradling the shaft in both hands. Then her slippery, lipsticked lips slowly opened and engulfed the bulging head, rather like a snake consumes its prey, and her tongue swirled around.

It felt very strange to be watching my cock filling the face of a woman who, until recently, I'd felt was someone to be rather afraid of. I half expected her to bite down and then spit out the top half of my dick. Instead, what she was doing felt really good, truly erotic. Stacey's throat jobs are amazingly hot but unsubtle. She mostly lets me – and, unfortunately, it would seem, other guys – use her mouth as a cunt with a tongue inside. Dolores has some real skill with her lips and tongue that means she doesn't need to take you all in to make your knees start to tremble. I thought absently it would be interesting to put mom and daughter side by side and compare technique. But that way lies madness – and probably castration!

When, after around a minute, she released me, the head of my cock shone with a high gloss, and she'd spread a lot of saliva down my shaft. Then she started to get up, and I supposed that her initial approach was to warm me up for a prolonged period of pussy licking. Not a problem really. I'd been given a taste of my reward if I did a good job.

"Robert," she said, looking me straight in the eye. "I need you to be totally honest with me now. When was the last time you had unprotected sex, and with whom?"

Fuck! How would it sound if I said "last Sunday, with your daughter, in all three holes", huh? But then I realized what she was asking.

"Dolores, I'm very particular about sexual hygiene. I've had only protected sex with anyone whose entire sexual history I didn't know." With Stacey, I pretty-well was her entire sexual history. "Cheryl and me had STI tests when we started living together, and I believe we were faithful to each other until we split up. I had another check after she'd gone, just to make sure she hadn't gifted me with something out of spite. Since then, the brief relationships with strangers have all been carried out with condoms."

But I thought 'unlike the frantic developing relationship with your daughter, that has allowed me to inject sperm into every available orifice and decorate her skin with it as well.' Except I couldn't say that.

Apparently satisfied with my answer, Dolores smiled. "Good. I can't stand rubber, and I can't get pregnant, so I think we'll both enjoy this more the way God intended it. The thing I most need right now, Robert, is a good, old fashioned, extended, hard fucking. I haven't had a decent-sized cock inside me for more than five minutes at a time in the last six months. Plastic is no substitute for the real thing. I hope you won't be insulted if I say that I particularly wanted you because I felt you had the physique and the experience – and possibly the need – to do that for me. Am I right?"

"If you want a good fucking, Dolores, I'm your man." Shit, this was getting weirder by the minute.

"Alvin was fucking useless – or should that be a useless fuck? He bought me nice presents and treated me like a lady, but he was hopeless in my pussy. I think I'd rather have been treated less like a lady and more like a slut, and to have had fewer diamonds and more orgasms. I really hope you don't disappoint, Robert."

I glanced over to where the key lay on the shelf. I wondered what my chances might be of successfully collecting my scattered clothes, grabbing the key and driving off into the night before Dolores cut my balls off with a blunt knife. Not good. So I seriously needed to perform here.

"Tell me what you need, Dolores, and I'll do my best to deliver."

"Good. I need you to check my pussy for wetness. Assuming I'm good and ready – and I'm pretty sure I am – then I'd like you to shove that nicely-proportioned cock inside me and keep going until I scream the place down. Oh, and my panties are so flimsy that I put them on under my suspenders, so you may have to rip them off for speed. Do you think you can do that?"




Uncle Bob Ch. 07



My cock gave a little twitch, as if nodding in agreement. 

I reached out and slid my hand down into the crotch of her panties. The fabric was tight, not just molding to the contours of her pussy but, as I said, pressed into her slit. The finger I finally managed to insinuate between her panties and her flesh was in danger of dissolving in the pool of hot liquid it found there. I moved in close to kiss her, and felt those warm, soft lips on my mouth and those ultra-firm tits and pointy nipples drilling into my chest. My other hand snaked behind her, dipped into her cleft from behind, and probed a little deeper. The entrance to her cunt was wet and surprisingly tight. I probed it a little, eliciting a small moan from her throat, swirled my finger around in her juices, then rimmed her asshole with my finger.

"Oh! Naughty boy! That's not the hole I need you to focus on. You know what you need to do. So do it now, Robert!" That last phrase almost hissed at me, her eyes wide and demanding.

So I tugged out sharply with both hands, and my wrists snapped the flimsy panties, which then hung briefly, trapped in her pussy slit, until I flipped the ruined garment onto the floor at her feet. I straightened up, swung my arms around her and swept her off her feet, lifting her – she was surprisingly heavy – and starting to move toward the bed.

"No! In front of the mirror. There!" she commanded.

I set her down again on her sexy black heels, and she took up position, her arms on the frame of a full-length mirror on the wall, her legs spread, back arched, presenting her pussy and ass to me. Dolores' ass, by the way, is something of a bubble-butt. Not big, you understand, but more rounded than, say, Barbie's smooth peach and much more than Stacey's skinny little half-handful buttocks. My cock twitched again at the thought – can cocks think? – of forcing its way into the tight cleft and up Dolores' ass. It seemed appropriate that a woman who had caused me so much anguish in the past should be forced to take it up the ass from me. But not yet, I thought. At least, not if I still wanted to have a cock I could stick into Stacey at some time in the future.

"Don't you want me to lick your pussy, Dolores?"

"Robert," she said with a faint note of annoyance in her voice, "what part of 'fuck my pussy good and hard for as long as I can stand it' do you not understand?"

"You're the boss, Dolores," I said, shuffling up behind her and taking position. I could see her watching in the mirror, her horny-looking reflection goading me. She was braced for impact, legs spread, dark triangular landing strip functioning as an arrow, pointing towards where she wanted me.

So I gave it to her. I placed my hands on her hips, my cock-head at her entrance, and then shoved. This was not like entering Stacey for the first time, or even exploring Barbie with my dick. She had said 'good and hard', so I gave it to her hard. I just hoped she thought it was good.

She let out a loud cry as my cock went straight in and deep. She was definitely tighter than I'd anticipated. I've fucked a few mothers in my time, though I don't think that makes me a motherfucker. Anyway, women who have given birth are generally not as tight as those who haven't, which is probably why black guys are so popular with older women. Dolores either had Stacey by caesarian section or she'd spent a lot of time on her Kegels. It wasn't quite like my Stacey's ass, but the fit was definitely what I might call 'snug'.

So then I started a medium-paced thrusting action, getting deeper each time until she had my full length at every stroke. My hands moved from her hips; one to her clit, the other to a firm, long-nippled breast, and I started nibbling and kissing her neck and shoulders. I like a standing position like this, as it means you're mostly using your thigh and butt muscles to thrust, rather than your abs. This means I can go on much longer without fatigue – assuming the woman is reasonably tall and has heels on. (If her pussy is too low down, it means I have to spread my legs too wide, and my back starts to ache after about ten minutes.)

Dolores was just the right height for this kind of fucking. And from the noises she was making, I guessed I had the angle about right and the finger work good. Being a musician and singer teaches you independence of hands, fingers and mouth, which is particularly useful when you use these – plus your cock –on a woman. It means you can simultaneously stimulate several sensitive areas. The concentration involved also helps take your mind off the powerful signals coming up from your cock, and enables you to continue for longer. Dolores seemed to appreciate this.

"How am I doing, Dolores, baby?" I asked. Normally I wouldn't dare to call her 'baby', but I felt I could get more familiar as she had my dick buried deep in her cunt and my fingers on her tit and in her pussy.

"Oh! Oh yes!" she gasped. "Fucking – fucking amazing. Amazing – fucking. Keep – oh yes! – keep fucking me – oh! Oh YES! Right there right there right THERE!"

I made a mental note to try fucking Stacey in this position, to see if the increased pressure on the sensitive front wall of her vagina could be enough to take her to orgasm. (That's if I could persuade her to let me put it in her cunt occasionally, instead of her ass.) 

Ask most women what their favorite position is and they'll probably say 'doggy'. Like a lot of guys, I prefer missionary, because of the sight and feel of the open pussy, the tits on your chest, the face in rapture, the kissing – all that shit. Standing doggy, like this, in front of a mirror, is a good compromise. The girl gets the g-spot contact, the guy can reach the clit without fracturing his wrist, and both parties get a good view of the tits bouncing, the cock pounding in and out of the cunt, and everything that the girl is feeling, registering on her face.

And watching Dolores' face in the mirror was a show in itself. Her mouth was open, her eyes fluttered, now closed in rapture, now wide open in surprise as I hit another interesting spot or maybe squeezed a little hard on a sensitive nipple. As for me, I had to actively prevent myself from watching the scene in case I came too soon.

I transferred my attention to her neck, nuzzling through the thick, dark, exotically scented locks (so different from her daughter's golden gossamer strands) and licking and nibbling around the top of her spine and those sensitive areas below and behind her ears and where her neck meets her shoulders. Several times I nearly had my skull fractured as she threw her head back in reaction to some new, intense sensation, but her thick hair helped cushion the blow.

When I judged I'd given her good measure and good length – that is, I'd probably fucked her for around fifteen minutes, and my legs were telling me it was getting time to stop – I focused on the final trip wire. Dolores had not been as vocal as either Stacey or Barbie. Sure, there had been plenty of moans and gasps that told me I'd been doing the right thing, and if the whole exercise hadn't required so much effort and concentration, that and the sight of our coupling might have taken me over. Certainly the sensations from my cock were pretty sensational, as she'd remained pretty tight, hot, silky and very wet throughout. But now I was ready to shoot my load, and having come so far, I needed Dolores to come even farther before I could come, if you see what I mean.

"How are – how are you – enjoying it – now?" I asked, my breathing ragged from the exertion. Both our bodies were now slick with perspiration, and I could see that even her big, mega-firm tits were heaving up and down as her breathing was becoming more labored. I actually find the sight of big, firm tits on a skinny ribcage rather erotic – the expression 'skinny, with melons' comes to mind. Dolores wasn't exactly skinny, but in this position, with her arms up and braced against the wall and her back arched, her ribs were quite prominent – as was her impressive six-pack - and that was the overall effect.

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Fuck me, Robert! Harder! Hard – hard! Deeper! Right in – right in – my pussy! Oh yes!"

Good. "You like it – like this – fucked – fucked hard – up against – the wall – huh?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh! Stick it in hard. Harder. Harder!"

Fuck, I was going like a steam hammer as it was. If I shoved it up her any harder, I felt I'd probably burst through her vagina and tangle my cock in her colon! But I tried to increase the speed and ferocity of my thrusts, while focusing on the hand that cupped her mound. I switched to what I call my 'vibrato rub', rapid light strokes over the clitoral shaft, maybe three or four times a second, halfway between normal fingerwork and a vibrator. Hard to co-ordinate, especially when you're fucking hard at the same time, but worth the effort. (It helps if you've played guitar, or preferably bass, to perfect this technique).

The shrillness of her noises increased. 

"Look at yourself!" I gasped. "Fucked hard – up against – the wall – like a – dirty – little bitch – getting her – pussy pounded – by a nice thick – cock."

"Ah! Ah! Ah! OH YES! OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD – HARDER – HA – HA – AAAAAAAH!"

The first jolt of her orgasm came as a massive relief, as I was able to relinquish control. I looked at her in the mirror, and was pleased to see that even Dolores' rather fierce-looking face could become softly and deliciously erotic in orgasm. Like I said before, a woman is at her most beautiful when she's coming, and Dolores looked radiant and deeply horny. As I felt her pussy throb again and again, I let my mind wander. I no longer focused on the hand that was beginning to ache with the effort of flipping rapidly back and forth in her slit. I shut out the dull ache in the muscles of my thighs, butt and back. Instead, I relished the sensations that were welling up from my over-used cock-head, pressed hard against Dolores' front vaginal wall, and the feeling of her pulsing, super-wet cunt, fucking itself on my cock as she thrust back hard to meet me.

In short, I let myself cum. I shoved my cock in hard, one final time, gripping her mound tightly and pulling her cunt as tightly onto me as it would go. As I felt her ripples, I hoped she could feel my spurts. They were certainly strong enough and numerous enough to have painted a trail up the mirror if Dolores hadn't been there to receive them.

At last, both of us panting like dogs, she turned her head and we kissed. It was a deeply carnal type of kiss, a kiss of taking, not giving, for both of us. This whole episode had been about a mutual desire – strongest on her side – for sexual release, not about affection. It was sheer animal need between two sexually-attracted relative strangers, even though I'd known Dolores for around twenty years.

This was totally different from what Stacey and I did. No matter how nasty and dirty our role-play became, or how perverted or brutal our actions – ranging through verbal abuse, bondage, spanking, throat-fucking and deep and energetic sodomy - might appear, underneath it all was a decade-old bond of trust and love as deep as the ocean. Stacey always knew that whatever I called her during our wild sexual encounters, whatever I did to her, however she behaved – innocent or deeply slutty, submissive or fiercely dominant – she was still my princess and I adored her with every fabric of my being. Because she was safe in that knowledge, she felt free to explore wherever she wanted to go, and I was ecstatically happy to be her fellow traveler.

With Dolores, a lot of our twenty-year relationship had been tainted by my brother. At first, we'd all been friends. When their relationship started to show strain, I was seen by her to be in the enemy camp. When I saw what they were both doing to Stacey, probably without either of them realizing it, I took on the role of human shield between my angel and the pit of venom that had opened between her parents. Dolores just saw me as her husband's brother, rather than as her daughter's protector, so our relationship had become pretty frosty.

Now, oddly, it had thawed. Maybe it was our discussion a few weeks ago, or more likely my angel was interceding for me. This new direction was exciting (and dangerous), but I doubted that Dolores and I could ever be lovers. Fuck-buddies, yes. Frankly, the old Bob, pre the Stacey-fucking phase, would have begged to do what Dolores had just seduced me into doing. But I could never see me feeling for Dolores what I felt for her daughter. There was too much baggage on both sides for that.

"Bob," Dolores said when her breathing had quietened, "I wouldn't want you to get complacent, but that was the best fuck I've had in years. I just thought you'd like to know that, so you'll be encouraged to do it again. When do you think you'll be ready?"

"Fuck, Dolores, give a guy a break! As delicious as that was – and I have to say you have a particularly silky-feeling pussy and a very sexy manner – I had to work hard to meet your demands. I may be fit, but I need some time to recuperate."

I was still plugged into the aforementioned silky-feeling pussy, looking at the reflection of the horny bitch I'd just fucked, when she turned her head, opened her mouth and didn't so much kiss me as eat my mouth. Half way though, my cock slipped out of her and a dribble of cum ran onto the marble floor. When we finally broke, she smiled and said "I'll just go and clean up, and then I'll get us another drink, if you like. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling thirsty and if I'm a little drunk it helps me stay horny. Oh, and by the way, never call me a bitch again, understood?"

"Sorry, Dolores. It's just that a lot of women like to have me talk dirty to them when they're about to come." Especially your daughter, I thought – but of course, didn't say.

"That's OK. I normally like some dirty talk. You can call me a slut if you like – even a whore or a cunt. Just not a bitch. I heard that too often from your brother, and it's a turn off. Understood?"

"Understood, Dolores." OK. It seemed like it was a case of 'I'm not A bitch, I'm THE bitch and it's MISS Bitch to you!' Still, I had a plentiful vocabulary of dirty words that I could use. I'd avoided calling her a slut this time, as a lot of girls don't like that. Maybe I could use that next time, and see how she reacted.

She wiped her pussy with a tissue and headed for the en-suite, and I stuck another tissue over the end of my cock to catch any seepage and knelt down to clean up the small slick on the marble. Then, domestic god that I am, I collected up our discarded clothes and hung them up in the closet – except for the ruined and, I noticed, very wet panties, which were consigned to the trash. 

As I hung up her dress, I discovered that Dolores had a fantastic range of outfits in her closet. Some of them looked pretty raunchy. I tried not to linger too long there, in case she thought I was either prying or a cross-dresser. I simply hung my own clothes over a hanger so they wouldn't look like I'd slept in them when I put them back on in the morning, and waited for Dolores to reappear

When she emerged from the bathroom, she was in a short, white-silk robe. The garter belt and stockings (and the shoes) were gone, most probably into the laundry basket.

"What can I get you?" she asked, recovering the key from the shelf.

"A Mojito, if you have one, please. Not too strong, plenty of soda."

She left the door slightly ajar as she headed downstairs to the kitchen, and I soon heard the sound of ice being crushed. Then the door swung open, and there stood Stacey in her usual little happi-coat – except it wasn't fastened, and as it swung open I had a perfect view of her sweet pink pussy.

She looked at me, dressed in nothing apart from the tissue that was stuck to my cock, and giggled.

"Way to go, Uncle Bob!" she said in a stage-whisper. "I could hear mom moaning and screaming from right down the hall. Is she an awesome fuck or what?"

"Hey, Stacey, I don't think I can tell you about my sex with your mom, any more than I can tell her about us."

"Why not? You fucking my mom isn't illegal. It so sounded like fun. Did she, like, take it up the ass?"

"Stacey, for fuck's sake!" What normal daughter would ask that about her own mother?

"Oh, I guess not. Not, like, on the first date. Like, she may be a little reluctant to let you fuck her there. I think dad, like, tried it and she yelled at him for weeks. I'd stick with the pussy, if I were you, but so make up for it with my ass as soon as you get the chance." She giggled. "Like, I'd better get back to my room. We wouldn't want mom to see us like this, would we?"

Then she reached out, peeled the tissue off my dick, and encouraged by the noises of Dolores pounding the mint for the cocktails in the kitchen, calmly dropped to her knees and swallowed my dick. I gasped, but after a few moments of exquisite sucking, she stood up and wiped her mouth.

"Mmm, so that's what my mom tastes like. Kinda cool, don't you think?"

I was speechless. She just giggled again, and kissed me on the lips. "Please keep going, Uncle Bob. Creepy Alvin couldn't get it up, which is why mom ditched him. You gotta show her why you're the number one fuck-buddy in the Southern States. I hope you don't have to be up early tomorrow, 'cuz you like, need to be up my mom all night!" She giggled again saucily and skipped off down the hall to her room.

I closed the door again, then took a few minutes to shower the sweat, pussy juices and cum off my skin, splashing on a little expensive cologne I found in the bathroom. (I guessed this was left over from when Alvin was visiting regularly). A quick peek into the drawers near the bed revealed some lube, massage oil and vibrators. Excellent. I climbed onto the enormous bed and waited. 

By the bedside was a picture of Dolores and Stacey. I picked it up to examine it more closely. In some ways they were so alike – the turned-up nose, the long, slender neck, the wide, generous mouth (very generous in Stacey's case) – but in other ways very unalike. Stacey's fine pale hair was so different from her mom's rich, dark mane. Stacey's eyes were baby blue, which I guessed she got from Michael, as Dolores had dark, soulful brown eyes. And perhaps, as Stacey got older, her tits would grow bigger and her butt would round out like her mom's. I hoped not, as her skinniness was one of her most attractive features as far as I was concerned. But if she did, there were worse people to look like than Dolores.

Dolores returned, handed me the cocktail and climbed onto the bed beside me. It wasn't the best Mojito I'd ever had – a little sweet for my tastes – but still it was pretty good. Dolores looked at the picture I was holding.

"Very pretty, don't you think?"

"Which one?" I quipped. She gave me a look, unsure of whether I was being facetious or complimentary. "Dolores, I think you are two of the most beautiful women I've ever met. Really. Stacey is so angelic, so lovely. But then as you know, I'm totally biased where that little girl is concerned. And her mom is hot, hot, hot – as she's just proven to me. And if I'm lucky, she might prove it again!"

"Bob, I never know when to take you seriously. To be honest, I used to think you were an asshole, just like your brother. But every time I said something uncomplimentary about you, Stacey would leap to your defense. It seems my daughter idolizes you, and though I don't always agree with her, she's a pretty shrewd judge of who the good guys and the bad guys are. So I got to thinking that maybe you couldn't be such an asshole after all."

"Gee, thanks Dolores. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"Bob, can you be serious for once? What I'm trying to say – and I don't say this very often – is that I was wrong about you. Very wrong. Every time Stacey and I get to talk, your name comes up. It's always 'Oh, me and Uncle Bob did this, and it was so cool', or 'Oh Uncle Bob took me here, or gave me that, or showed me this, and it was, like, awesome'." We both chuckled at her impression of her daughter's mode of speech.




Uncle Bob Ch. 07



"You've been so kind to her, and I never really understood what that was about. And then I came around to your place, annoyed because someone was telling tales about my eighteen-year old, already adult, daughter, as if she was still a kid, and I tried to act – well, as much as I dislike the word, I was acting the bitch. But you put me straight, and you told me some truths that hurt, but that didn't stop them being true. So I've thought a lot about you and Stacey over recent weeks. I've decided that you're about the best thing that's happened to my daughter. I think you love her as much as I do, and you want everything to be right for her, just as I do."

I was genuinely moved by what Dolores had said. "Thanks, Dolores. It's true. I'd crawl from here to Seattle over broken glass for that little girl. She's very, very special, and I feel privileged that she seems to love me as much as I love her." And also that she's the horniest, sexiest, dirtiest little slut this side of Timbuktu, and is sharing all of that with her deliriously-happy uncle – but of course, I couldn't say that.

"Bob, that's so lovely to know. And you're looking out for her, like her dad should be."

"Huh! It seems that Michael is quite happy to be let off the hook for those duties, but fortunately I've never found them a burden, and I'm delighted to say that I sure am looking out for her." And... no, best not to go there.

"What has she told you about the new boyfriend?" The slight hint of the lawyer was in her voice.

"Josh? A little."

"He seems nice."

"So she says." I tried to remain non-committal.

"Is she fucking him?"

Now that was a tricky one. If Stacey hadn't told her mom, I shouldn't be breaking confidences. However, Dolores was a clever lawyer and could get the truth out of a Trappist monk with his tongue cut out. Also, and entirely selfishly, if Dolores knew what was going on, she might take steps to stop it, which would suit me.

"Yes." I tried to make it sound like I was cool with the situation, and waited for Dolores' reaction. To my surprise, it wasn't the angry outburst I'd expected.

"I guessed as much," she sighed. "Frankly, I'm surprised that she's lasted as long as this as a virgin. I lost my virginity at fifteen. Do you think Josh is her first?"

"He's the first boy to get access to her pussy, if that's what you mean." 'Boy', as opposed to 'dirty old man'. "But I understand that she may have been practicing blow-jobs for a while."

"She is staying safe, isn't she?"

"I've told her I'll bust her ass if she doesn't. But yes, she's a sensible girl, and she knows what she's doing. I think it's really important that she knows that she's loved, by both of us. The worst thing for a girl of her age is low self-esteem. She needs to know that she's worth it, or every boy will take advantage of her and she'll get used and hurt terribly. It sounds as though this Josh is very cute and not too demanding."

"Oh, he is. Totally charming. In fact, when Stacey's finished with him she can send him in my direction. I'm sure I could teach him a lot."

"From what Stacey says, he probably needs it."

"She seems to confide in you and give you a lot of details. You might have thought that she'd talk to her mom about this, rather than a guy."

"Actually," I said, sipping my drink some more, "it's interesting. She probably won't talk to you about it precisely because you are her mom. You're naturally protective of your little girl, and every other mom is the same. Stacey's afraid that if she tells you what she's doing, you'll forbid it because it might be dangerous or bad for her. Moms have to say no a lot. She tells me because I'm the guy who likes to say yes." Especially to the request 'would you like to fuck me up the ass, Uncle Bob?'

"So are you encouraging this relationship?" Dolores raised a quizzical eyebrow and waited for my response, sipping her drink.

"Fuck, no! Inside, I feel as possessive about that little girl as you do, and the last thing I want for her is some nasty little teenage asshole fucking her and then throwing her over, after telling half the school in lurid detail what he did to her."

"Josh doesn't seem that sort of boy," Dolores protested.

"Hmm. Like Stacey, you may be thinking with your pussy, Dolores. I'm sure he's cute, but it doesn't mean that he's not a bastard."

"So do you think I should discourage her from seeing him?"

Oh, the temptation. This is just what I'd hoped for. But I thought, if it's not Josh, then it'll be some other asshole. Maybe I should just try to be around when he came calling. Then I could act the father figure and let him know in no uncertain terms what would happen to him if he ever hurt Stacey. It could be quite graphic. I could even draw him a picture – in color, so long as I had a red pen with me.

"Dolores, he seems to be the least evil of all of the guys Stacey knows at school. If she hooked up with Ricky or Raoul, I would be seriously worried. She's a hormonal teenager. She'll have crushes on boys – maybe even on girls, which might be better." No Bob, keep those images right out of your head! "And basically, Dolores, she has wants and needs, just like you and me. She'll want to fuck, just like we do. More so, because she's young, she's just realized how beautiful she is, all the boys want her and there are loads of new experiences out there for her to discover. But you and me, we need a plan here. We just need to keep an eye on Josh, and make sure that he doesn't do any serious damage to Stacey's heart – or any other part of her, for that matter. She's a very bright, very sensible girl. We just have to use a light touch and some caution."

"Thank you, Bob. It feels strange to hear confirmation from a guy that my daughter is no longer a virgin. Not like you'd have looked or anything."

I laughed, and hoped that it wouldn't have sounded quite as nervous as I was. Fuck – this was getting scary! I noticed her glass was nearly empty, so I took it from her and put both our glasses on the nightstand.

"Dolores, I don't really want to be thinking about who is fucking Stacey. Right now, I'd like to focus on who is about to fuck her mom. I'd like that to be me, and I'd like that to be soon. What do you say to that?"

Dolores smiled at me. It was a horny smile, but less obviously predatory than before. "I've always thought that actions speak louder than words," she said. She lay back on the bed, placed her hands on her knees and spread her legs wide, so I was gazing into a delicious, pink and very open pussy. It was a little fleshier than her daughter's but almost as attractive. "Over to you," she said in that husky voice.

"Mmm. Looks a little dry to me. I'm sure it would benefit from some wetting."

I shuffled down and started eating her out, using a very similar approach to the one I'd used on her daughter all those weeks ago when our relationship had first exploded into sexual frenzy. After my tongue had slithered around for a while, probing her spicy cunt, tracing her inner lips, rimming her ass (she giggled like a teen but didn't stop me) and then homed in on her clit, she grabbed hold of my hair quite hard and forced her pussy up into my mouth. I was giving her the four-finger treatment – that is, two inside her cunt, rubbing her g-spot and two pulling back the hood of her clit so that my tongue and lips could really ratchet up the sensations on the tip of her clit – when she started to come very, very noisily. With some difficulty, I managed to move my third finger back – oh, the dexterity of the musician! - and probe her asshole, that was already slick with her pussy juices and my saliva. Her body bucked so violently that she almost broke my teeth, but I held her down. She screamed, and kept squealing and yelling for nearly a minute.

When she'd stopped, and was simply gasping and moaning softly, I disentangled myself and slid up the bed to kiss her.

"Don't – don't ever – do that again!" she panted.

"What? I just ate your pussy and you came for ages. Surely you'd want some more of that?"

"The pussy licking – was great. Just – just don't try to – to stick anything – in my asshole. OK?"

"Dolores, I stuck one little finger in there, to the depth of one knuckle, and it seems to have blown all your orgasmic fuses. Now you say you don't want me to do that again! What the fuck is up?"

"I just – I just don't like – the idea of – of anything – in my ass. That's all."

"But you just got off on it. What's the problem."

"Michael – tried it once. It hurt – like hell – for days. Never – never again."

I laughed.

"What's so – so fucking funny – Robert? Do you – like the idea – of me – being in pain?"

Actually, after all the shit Dolores had given me over the years – most of it totally unjustified – actually, yes, I did like the idea of her suffering, especially with a cock, preferably mine, up her ass. But that wasn't what had made me laugh.

"No, Dolores. It's just that my moronic brother is not only an asshole, he clearly has no idea how to fuck one either."

"And I suppose you do? And you're going to tell me that I'd love it up the ass?"

"Well, actually, yes and yes. I have signed affidavits from at least three women who will attest in court that I am the real Captain Buttfuck, and that I have repeatedly and with malice aforethought given them the most exquisite anal orgasms on many occasions."

"Well, that's somewhere you won't get to go with me, Captain Buttfuck, or whatever your name might be. It's a shame your name isn't Captain Pussyfuck, because there's a job for him around here somewhere."

"Would that be here, by any chance?" I asked, sliding two fingers back inside her very wet cooze.

"It might be," she said, coquettishly. "But I'm not sure I know anyone who is capable of doing the job – properly, that is."

"Oh, that can be arranged. You just have to summon a superhero using his proper name, and using his magic words."

"And what are they?"

"Well his real name is Captain Cuntfuck, and you summon him by saying, out loud, 'Captain Cuntfuck, please fuck my cunt!' What else?"

"And if I said that, do you think there's a boner in it for me?"

"Sure. Right in it. Big enough and hard enough even for you, Dolores."

"Well then, I suppose I'd better give it a try." She looked at me, and said softly "Captain – Captain Cuntfuck. Please, please fuck my – my cunt." I could tell she was more comfortable with the word 'pussy' than with the stronger term, but I wasn't going to let her off the hook.

"I don't think he heard you. You have to speak up so he knows you mean it."

All the while I was teasing her pussy, finger-fucking her. I could tell that she was ready for a seriously good shafting, and I was totally ready to give it to her, as Stacey might have said. But I was going to tease this out of her if it was the last thing I did.

She looked a little exasperated, but deeply horny. "OK, you bastard." She looked me straight in the eye, and said "Captain Cuntfuck, please fuck my cunt. Right now. Don't fuck about any more. Just fuck me. AH!"

My thumb had wandered onto her clit, and she threw her head back and howled as I worked her cooze and clit together.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that."

"AAAH! FUCK ME YOU BASTARD! FUCK MY FUCKING CUNT!"

I felt sure that Stacey had heard that in her room down the hall. My dick had heard it, because an instant later, I was between Dolores' well honed and slightly muscular thighs, and my dick was exploring the region in order to start drilling activity. So for the second time that evening, I sank my cock into the wet hole belonging to my angel's mom, and clung on as she bucked and struggled and thrashed beneath me.

It wasn't easy, but I found that if I moved some of my weight directly onto her, in a way I'd never normally do with a woman, I could hold her still enough to hammer her cunt without risking being thrown across the bed. It was like trying to fuck a live tiger. Then I managed to get a hand under the pillow and extract the small vibrator I'd hidden there earlier.

"Dolores – stick this – on your – clit!"

"NO!" she gasped. "Just fuck me. I just need – need your cock. Just – just do it. Fuck me. Fuck my – my pussy."

So I adjusted my angle to gain more clit contact. I wanted Dolores to come once more, and I'd never yet got a girl off from just fucking. Sometimes close, in doggy, with lots of g-spot pressure, but never in missionary. But Dolores seemed determined, bucking her body up to meet me, clawing at my back, grinding her nipples into my chest until I thought they'd leave little trails, so I pressed on.

"Fuck! Your cunt – is so – wet – and hot!" I gasped.

"And – your – your cock – is so – so fucking – HARD. OH FUCK! YES! JUST LIKE THAT! YES! GIVE IT TO ME! HARDER! HARDER! YES! RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE! YESSS!!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW! AAAAAH!"

Suddenly I'd lost control. I was spurting like Old Faithful, my control blown to pieces through wrestling with a woman who was hotter than a very hot thing, and having her shout obscenities in my ear. It was only after I'd begun to spiral back down to earth that I realized that she was coming as well.

"How was that for you?" I asked eventually, still held captive by her arms and legs – and her still-tight cunt - and breaking from our third post-orgasmic kiss.

"Awesome – fucking awesome!" Dolores said, giggling a little. "How about you?"

"Totally unreal!" We both laughed. "I have to say that that has to be the first time I can remember fucking a woman to orgasm without stimulating her clit at the same time in some way. How do you do that?"

"I don't know. I just guess that the inside of my pussy – my cunt, as you insist on calling it, you crude, dirty bastard," she kissed me, "is very sensitive. My boyfriends, lovers, husband – my fuckers, whatever you want to call them – have always appreciated that aspect of my sexuality. It means they don't have to work so hard, and we both get off on precisely the same thing. It doesn't mean that I don't enjoy clit-play; just that I don't need it to come."

"Amazing. I think we could have some great fun together. And Dolores?"

"Yeah?" she said dreamily.

"Why did we never think to do this before?"

She thought for a moment. "I'm fucked if I know. Actually, I've been seriously and comprehensively fucked, thank you very much, and I still don't know. I guess it has a lot to do with Michael."

"And Stacey, I think," I added.

She kissed me again. This time, there was a lot more affection in the kiss. 

"Why Stacey? You realize of course that she was the one who brought us together tonight?"

"I guessed as much. What did she say to you?"

"She persuaded me that you were a nice guy, reminded me that you were very fit, physically, and suggested that both you and I needed some sex. I was surprised at the frankness of her tone."

"She did much the same for me. But I was thinking that we've been apart because we both love Stacey. Maybe we mistrusted each other's involvement with her, and were perhaps a little jealous of each other. It's silly really – she needs us both."

"And I think we'll be a lot closer from now on." She kissed me again. "Would you mind pulling out now? I need another drink after all that."

"Sure". I slid back, grabbed a handful of tissues and tried to mop up the fluid leaking from Dolores' wet and very open cunt. "You did say you couldn't get pregnant, didn't you?" I asked, just a little concerned.

"I thought you knew. There were complications, sometime after Stacey was born. I don't really know what happened, but I couldn't conceive again. We went to specialists, checked out our fertility. Michael was OK, excellent sperm count and motility and all that shit, but it seemed that I'd become completely infertile. We tried for several years, but eventually gave up. I suppose that was when Michael and I started to drift apart. We'd always wanted a brother or sister for Stacey, but it didn't happen. The compensation is that I've been able to fuck who I liked without worrying about the pill, condoms or unwanted pregnancies. And I do like to fuck, when I get the chance, as I think you could tell tonight."

Dolores got up and went for some water – we both decided it was all either us could face, it being after midnight. Then she snuggled up to me in the big bed.

"You know, I've slept alone in this bed for so long – maybe a total of five out of the last six years – and it's always nice to share it with someone. Do you get lonely much, Robert?"

"I'm OK. I mean, yes, since Cheryl walked out, the bed has felt a little empty, but Stacey comes to visit me most weekends, and the house feels like a home again." And the bed isn't empty anymore. Wrecked, with the sheets strewn everywhere, soaked in cum, lube and pussy juices, but never empty.

"So, are you going to accompany me to Michael's wedding?"

"Dolores," I said, turning to kiss her lightly on the forehead, "I wouldn't miss it for the world. It'll be worth it just to see Stacey in her bridesmaid's outfit, but I'm sure that the look on Michael's face will be priceless. Do you think we should let it be known that we've fucked?"

"Well, it depends on how many more times we can do it before breakfast tomorrow, and over the next few weeks – and Robert, I do intend to fuck you a lot more, whether you like it or not, and I guess from tonight that you will like it – but I'd say yes. The deeper we can rub Michael's nose in it, the better."

"Amen to that!" I said with feeling. But then she started feeling again – mostly around by crotch – and I just thought "Oh well, if rape is inevitable..." and gave in to my new fuck-buddy's apparently insatiable demands like the weak-willed loser I am. It was glorious.



Uncle Bob Ch. 04



Hi, Uncle Bob fans -- and apologies that it has, totally taken me so long to write, like, the further adventures of the awesome Stacey and her lame Uncle Bob. (Sorry -- I'll drop the Stacey-speak now). I had some time on my hands in 2009, so 3 chapters got written. 2010 got busy, so here at last, for the new year, is Chapter 4. You'll be pleased to hear that the AWESOME Chapter 5 and the intriguing Chapter 6 are not far behind. I hope you enjoy these as much as 1-3. Again, feedback PUR-LEASE, especially anywhere I've failed to make the language sound genuine.

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The days after my wild weekend with Stacey were torment. I mean, I'd just had the most amazing sex of my whole sorry existence with a girl who, until quite recently, I'd thought of as a cute and adorable kid. Well, that is -- mostly. Yeah, it's true that for about a year or so I had begun to notice Stacey's pert little ass in her oh-so-cheeky little shorts and skirts. And those long, smooth, slender legs hadn't completely escaped my attention. And the sweet little teeny tits covered -- almost -- by a bikini bra on my pool deck. But until that weekend, I really only considered that Stacey's sweet hugs and kisses were just for her loving uncle -- not an invitation to become her fuck-buddy.

But that's what I'd become. And on Monday morning I woke up and turned yearningly to where her skinny, sexy little body had lain on Sunday evening, and got a serious boner before I fully realized she was not there to relieve it.

On Sunday evening she'd insisted we fucked once more before she went back to her mom's place. This time we did it really slowly, gazing into each other's eyes, moving through maybe five positions before she came, riding me in cowgirl while I stroked her clit. It was as well that my cock was de-sensitized and my balls ached, as it would have been almost impossible to pull out in time. Instead, she slid down my body and sucked me off once again, giving me a deep-throat blowjob that no-one her age should know how to do. But my God, when I finally emptied my last drops of seed down her throat, despite the almost agonizing cramps in my scrotum, I blessed whoever it was that taught her those tricks -- even if he was an asshole for getting deep-throated by my slut-angel.

So on Monday morning, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, made some coffee and checked my emails. In among them was one from Stacey, entitled 'thinking of u'. I opened it, and found an attached jpeg image, showing the little minx with her legs spread, a dildo in her ass and a vibrator on her clit. The picture had been taken at around 7am, just before she left for school. Jesus, that girl must have a Kevlar cunt! After all the times we'd fucked in the last 24 hours, my cock felt sore, but Stacey was still up for more.

For the next two days, I kept getting emails and texts from her. One with a picture of her cleaning her teeth, toothpaste dribbling down her chin, entitled 'remind u of anything?' A text message with a little poem that read "All I can think of, here in my class, is uncle bobs cock, balls deep in my ass." Several times during the day she sent me pictures from her phone, taken up her skirt, panties pulled to one side or removed completely. Her pussy looked wet and glistening. My cock was rigid and throbbing. The problem was that we couldn't bring them together.

That night, around 11pm, I got a Skype call from her. "Hi Uncle Bob", she said softly. "Mom thinks I've gone to bed, but I can't sleep. I still feel soooo horny! It's been, like, unbearable all day! All I can think about is your cock and your lips and your fingers. My panties were soaked before lunchtime and I had to take them off. Jason Masters sure got a surprise when he looked up my skirt as I went upstairs to my last class this afternoon!"

The thought of Stacey wandering round in a short skirt and no panties was almost too much for me.

"Uncle Bob?" She was talking almost in a whisper. "I've, like, got this plug in my butt and a vibrator in my pussy and on my clit, and it all feels so good. But what I really need to make me cum is to see your cock. Could you, like, show it to me, like close up in the webcam? And maybe -- maybe, please -- just, like, jerk off a little for me?"

This was insane, but what the fuck could I do? "You -- you've got those toys in you -- right now?" I almost gasped.

"Sure. See..." She stood up, and untied the sash of the little silk happi-coat she was wearing -- one she'd worn at my place at the weekend. As the garment fell away, leaving her naked, she turned round and bent over. Sure enough, the end of a butt-plug protruded from her sweet pink ring, while a rabbit vibrator -- quite a large one if I wasn't mistaken -- was clearly embedded in her sweet, wet little cunt, churning around. The lighting was subdued, but I could tell by her glistening skin and the gleam on the shaft of the rabbit that she was very, very wet.

"OK, Uncle Bob," she said, turning back to the camera and sitting down in her chair, legs spread, "I've shown you mine. Now please, show me yours. Quickly, cuz I need to cum soooo bad!" She adjusted the camera to focus between her legs. It was an amazing sight.

I unzipped my pants and pulled them down. I needed no encouragement -- I was rock hard, and this was some of the best porn I'd seen in a while. A sweet little teeny snatch, shaved smooth and wet as Seattle, stuffed deep with a thick, twirling rabbit vibrator, the girl double penetrated with a butt-plug -- and the show was all for me. I stood up in front of the camera, checked the angle, and began to stroke.

"Oh yes, Uncle Bob! Oooh, it's so hard and thick. Can you imagine it sliding in and out of my tight little pussy? Maybe you'd shove it deep in there, and I'm sooo tight and sooo wet, and, like, I'd be squealing cuz it's so big, and it's like stretching me cuz I'm so little, and you're shovin' it in harder and harder, and then -- and then -- maybe -- you pull it out and -- and -- stick it -- straight in my butt -- and I, like scream, cuz it's big and my butthole -- my little -- butthole -- is like -- so -- so tiny -- and -- and you shove it -- all the way -- all the way IN! Ohmygod! And it feels like -- like you're -- you're - tearing my little butt -- wide -- wide open -- and it hurts -- and it feels -- so good -- so -- so good -- and your -- your dick is so deep in my butt -- so deep -- so -- so hard -- and I'm -- ohmygod -- ohmygod -- OHMYGOD!"

I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. There was a close-up of Stacey's pussy lips and ass, in simultaneous spasm. I could see both holes rippling, tightening and relaxing, again and again and again. And there was a little squirt of juices; not a great, Cytherea-style fountain, but definitely a little spurt of fluid. And I could hear this sound like muted sobbing.

A second later, another spurt of fluid hit the screen at my end of the link. Only this was off-white, and rather sticky. I quickly turned away and the next burst splashed on my desk -- thank Christ I'd missed the keyboard! I grabbed a handful of tissues, and stood still in the middle of a hurricane as my remaining spurts were absorbed, and my darling's pussy continued to undulate in front of my eyes. After the last spasm, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a cloth, returning rapidly to clean up the gooey mess before it damaged anything important. Stacey moved the angle of the camera, and I saw that her face looked beautifully flushed, her eyes shining.

"Oh thank you, Uncle Bob! I saw you cumming, just as I was cumming. It was so cool!" she gasped, breathlessly. "Hey, look at this!"

She held up her forearm to the camera. There was a bite-mark that was bleeding.

"Stacey, baby! Are you OK?" I was full of concern.

"Sure, Uncle Bob. Only I had to stop myself from screaming when I came, else Mom would have heard. You made a lot noise when you came, you know. Hope you shut the windows!" She giggled. "Hey, now I think I can get to sleep. Do you think I should leave the butt-plug in all night?"

"No, baby. I think you should take it out and wait until you're ready for my cock to go in there again." Jesus -- did I really say that?

"OOH YES, PLEASE! How soon will that be, Uncle Bob? Only I get all tingly just thinking about your dick in my butt!"

Before I could reply, there was a noise from behind Stacey, and she spun round in panic. I instinctively broke the connection. If Dolores opened Stacey's bedroom door and saw a picture of good old Uncle Bob with his dick out, then the pile of shit that would happen would be bigger than a banker's bonus.

A few minutes later, my cell phone rang.

"Hey, sweetie, is everything OK?"

"Yeah, it's cool" Stacey said in her usual, jaunty way. "Mom heard me talking and tried to open my door, but I'd put some clothes and stuff behind it so she couldn't get it open. I just told her that Hannah from school had texted me, and I'd called her and we were talking about shopping and stuff. And she didn't notice that my laptop was on. So -- when do I get your cock in my butt again, Uncle Bob?"

Fuck! The little cock-teaser wasn't giving in easily. "How about this weekend? Or are you going to your Dad's?"

"If I tell Dad that I want to hang out at your place, he'll be cool. He only really wants to be alone with his new girlfriend with the plastic titties and the expensive taste in jewelry. But, like, Friday is so far away -- it's like four whole days! My pussy and my butt-hole will have closed up by then!"

"Not if you keep filling them with plastic like you've been doing, you naughty girl!"

She giggled -- a sound that, after last weekend, was guaranteed to make my cock start to tingle again. "Do you think I'm a naughty girl, Uncle Bob?"

"Yes, Stacey. You're very, very naughty." I wondered where this was going.

"If I keep being naughty, will I need to be punished?"

"It depends on how naughty you're going to be." I was trying not to let this escalate again, but I was curious -- and still horny.

"Oooh, let's see. I'm sure I could be wickedly naughty. So naughty I'd have to have my butt smacked real hard. And maybe -- maybe even some worse punishments. Maybe -- maybe I'd have to be restrained -- you know, handcuffs 'n' stuff. And it won't be enough just to hurt my butt cheeks. No -- I think I might need REAL punishment. Like something big and hard, forced, inch by inch into my tight butthole. And I'll scream and squirm and struggle, but, like, I won't be able to fight back or get away 'cuz, like, I'll maybe have my wrists cuffed to my ankles and my cheeks apart and my butt-hole stretched wide open, and..."

"For fuck's sake, Stacey, please don't get me started again! Before you know it, I'll be jizzing all over my keyboard and your Mom will be back, wanting to know what's going on and we'll both be deep in the shit! Save it for Friday, and I'll give you whatever you want!"

She smiled that saucy-but-sweet smile of hers that always melts my heart and stiffens my dick. "OK, g'night Uncle Bob. Love you soooo much!" she said in a little sing-song voice. She was almost my sweet little Stacey all over again -- but not quite.

I could barely sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I got visions of Stacey's tight little ass, full of unfeasibly big things. Like my dick -- only it wasn't really my dick, more like some sort of huge elephant dick from some black super-stud pornstar. And then there was this sick image of me and some other faceless guy giving her the classic DP, him underneath, her astride him with his dick in her little cunt, me banging away at her ass while she sang a little nonsense rhyme. Oh my God, how fucked-up was that?

Tuesday was a blur. I felt so much like an asshole, dreaming of my niece's asshole and the sort of depraved shit I was going to do to it. I thought what a sicko I'd become. And then I got another Stacey picture on my phone. Up the skirt, again. No panties, again. But this time with the butt-plug in place. There was a text message saying 'my very personal trainer'. It was 11:30 am. She was in school. With no panties and a butt-plug in her ass. Oh Jesus fucking fuck! What had I done to her?

Wednesday and Thursday were just as bad. Stacey demanded a picture of my cock so she could masturbate to it. And through the day and at night, there were more pictures and a movie of her playing with her pussy. By the time Friday came, I was getting pretty desperate, so when Stacey arrived in her pink, soft-top Beetle, I was almost in pain.

She walked up to the house in the classic 'fetish schoolgirl' outfit; you know, the tartan micro-skirt, white blouse, loose tie, knee-high socks, her hair in pigtails, and looking shy and pouty. I was just hoping that my neighbors weren't watching, else they would get a pretty good idea of what Stacey and I were doing. Stacey gave me a shy little kiss, handed me an envelope, and without a word, headed straight upstairs.

I was surprised. I mean, what the fuck? She was sending me all of these weird, sexy messages all week, and now she was behaving, well, very strangely. I watched her run upstairs with her bag still over her shoulder, then looked down at the envelope. On it was printed "School report -- to be opened by a parent or responsible adult." I didn't know if that would include me; shit, in what way for fuck's sake am I responsible? But I guessed Stacey meant it for me, so I tore it open.

Inside was something that looked like a school report. But now I saw what my little slut-princess was doing. Every one of the entries said how she had been a bad girl, and needed to be punished. Now my little Stacey is an 'A' student, and I knew that she couldn't have changed into some sort of trailer-trash loser in a week -- even if she was currently dressed like something out of a Britney Spears video. The more I read, the more I realized that she had faked the report. Lines like "Stacey has become a little slut recently and needs her ass spanking real bad if her behavior is to improve" didn't seem like the kind of thing a teacher would say. Further down, another line read "Stacey has such a foul mouth on her, next time she opens it, someone should stick something in it. A dick should be about the right size."

OK, so I got the picture. This was going to be a role-play. Stacey wanted to play naughty schoolgirls with me, and try out some spanking and submission games. Trouble was, I never once raised a hand to my little angel. She had to tease and goad me all the way before I could fuck her, and I just didn't think I could bring myself to spank the girl or hurt her in any way. How was this gonna work?

But I guessed that Stacey wanted me to follow her upstairs, so I did. I found her in my bedroom, kneeling on the bed, face pressed into the mattress, arms stretched out above her head, skirt up around her waist. And no panties. And a black butt-plug in her ass. And a spanking paddle alongside her on the bed.

Without looking up, she said in a meek little voice "Oh, Uncle Bob. I'm so sorry I've been such a bad girl. I know I've been naughty, and I'm ready to get punished. Just -- just don't hurt me too much -- please!"

Under other circumstances, my reaction would have been to take her in my arms, hold her close, stroke her hair and tell her it was all OK and no-one was going to hurt her while I was alive. Only that wasn't what she wanted now. On no. I knew exactly what she wanted, and my swollen, erect dick was telling me I needed to do it, because then we'd both get what we both wanted. Oh yes.

The problem was, I had to hurt Stacey to make us both feel good. But it was all part of a role-play, so I needed to suppress my real emotions -- love and protectiveness -- and let loose the other ones -- pretend anger and some (very real) lust.

"Look, you little slut", I said as forcefully as I could. "Your teachers say you need to be punished, so I need to teach you a lesson. You know this is gonna hurt me as much as it hurts you, but I need to show you that such bad behavior will not be tolerated."

And with that, I slapped her ass. It was a pretty feeble slap. I just couldn't make myself hit her hard.

"Oooh, Uncle Bob. I don't think that's what Mr Grazinski meant when he said to smack my butt. He said he thought you were a bit, like, limp-dicked and couldn't hit me hard enough."

The next blow was harder -- a loud 'thwack' that both of us could feel. Stacey cried out, and was even louder when I did it again, a little harder still. After a dozen smacks, she was whimpering, her ass-cheeks were getting red, and my hand was beginning to hurt.

I stopped slapping, and ran my hand over her tight, red little ass cheeks. She made a little cry. My fingers brushed across her slit, and I found that she was soaked. Clearly she was getting off on the game, and even on the pain.

"So, have you had enough now, Stacey? Have you learned your lesson? Or do I need to use the paddle?"

"I -- I'm not sure...."

I grabbed the paddle and gave her two firm smacks, one on each cheek. She squealed.

"Whoa! Please, Uncle Bob. I'll do anything -- anything -- but please don't hit me again. It hurts so much!"

She turned her face to me, and I could see long mascara streaks down her cheeks. I'd made her cry, and I suddenly felt like a total asshole. But when I saw her expression, I realized that she was horny as Hell.

"Pur-lease, Uncle Bob -- could you take the butt-plug out. My little asshole is so stretched, I don't think I can take any more...."

I reached down and grasped the base of the plug, but instead of putting my other hand on her stinging ass-cheeks for purchase, I slipped it between her legs, slipping my thumb into her tight little cunt and my fingers onto her clit. The plug came out in one smooth movement, slick with lube. She squealed again, but this time, not in pain.

I knew an invitation when I heard it. Within five seconds, the plug and my pants were both on the floor, and Stacey squealed again as my cock pressed hard against, and then into her tight little hole. No messing with condoms this time. The plug had come out clean, so I guessed I could enjoy the natural silk of Stacey's tight tunnel without too many worries.

"No! No! Uncle Bob, what are you doing?" she sobbed, as I drove deeper with every thrust. I'd moved my hand around to cup and stroke her pussy from in front, rubbing her clit harder as my passion mounted.

"Ohmygod! Your cock is in my ass! Oh -- I know I've been a bad girl, but -- but -- but it's so big, so deep in my -- in my -- in AAAAAH!"

I felt the first spasm like a fist, squeezing hard on my dick, almost trying to crush it. Then as spasm after spasm wracked her sweet, pink tunnel, and I thrust again and again through the waves and ripples of her climaxing ass, my cock exploded inside her. Stacey was squealing and moaning, I was roaring and yelling obscenities, and both of us were coming with the power of a Saturn V.

When my consciousness had climbed back off the ceiling and returned to my body, I could barely stand. Slowly, gingerly, I withdrew my over-sensitized cock from her oh-so-tight ass, triggering aftershocks in both of us. A dribble of jizz followed my retreating member, trickling down her thighs, and she slumped forward onto the bed, panting loudly. I grabbed a handful of tissues and collapsed onto the bed beside her, wrapping her tightly in my arms.

"Oh, Uncle Bob! That was so awesome! It hurt real bad, especially when you used the paddle on me, but at the same time it was sooo sexy! It felt, like, wicked and wrong and naughty and so, so good!" She kissed me passionately, and snuggled deep into my embrace.

Me, I was just too stunned to speak. I slipped a couple of tissues between her ass cheeks to catch the leak, and she winced. "Oooh that smarts!" she said, but then kissed me again. I just held her tight, tenderly stroking her hair, feeling the tears from her cheeks on my shoulder, looking down into her wildly-glowing eyes that told me we'd moved our sexual bliss up another notch.




Uncle Bob Ch. 04



After a while, I got up, cleaned up a little, got myself a beer, brought her a Diet Coke and some chips, and then set about gently rubbing some soothing moisturizer into her ass cheeks as she lay face-down on the bed. She squirmed and squealed, but said that it felt better when I'd done.

"Y'know, Uncle Bob" she said through a mouthful of Pringles, "it felt so awesome when you pulled out the plug and stuck your cock in. My butt cheeks were so sore I thought I wouldn't be able to get off on it. But there's this little spot, about an inch inside my ass. The plug sorta warms it up, but your cock really makes it tingle and throb. And then the way you stroke my clit! Wow! I just knew it was gonna be a big one -- and it was!"

"But didn't it hurt, sweetie? You know, when I was spanking you?"

"Sure, but like, in a good way. I know that's so, like, weird, but really, the pain made me feel way horny. And playing the game, me being a bad girl and being punished, being used. It was so cool, so hot, so -- oh, like, I can't describe it, but it was awesome. But Uncle Bob, I'm not sure how we're gonna, like, fuck for the rest of this weekend, 'cuz my butt is too sore to lie down on. Maybe we can just, like, spend the whole time in 69 and stuff."

While the thought of spending two full days with my face in her smooth, juicy little snatch had a lot of appeal, and my cock was already hardening again at the thought of sliding it deep inside her demure-but-nasty little mouth, it still felt like a weekend without filling Stacey's cunt and ass was a weekend wasted. "I'm sure we'll find a way, sweetheart," I told her, stroking her hair, then tugging playfully at her pigtails.

"Sure!" she giggled, took a big mouthful of coke, swallowed it, then spun round and took a big mouthful of cock.

I couldn't protest. I just lay there and relished the sensations she was stirring up. As I've said before, Stacey's oral skills are far better than is appropriate for a girl of just eighteen, but I had no intention of complaining. After some moments of selfish bliss, I reached over to try to reciprocate, but Stacey pulled away and shuffled round so she was kneeling between my legs. Then, as I stroked her hair, she took hold of my hands and placed them on her tightly-woven plaits. I got the message straight away, and began using those silky ropes to alternately pull her to me and release her. I was basically skull-fucking my niece. It felt depraved, sick and awesome, all at the same time. It wasn't long before I was moaning loudly, my body bucking off the bed and my cock squirting gooey stuff down Stacey's open throat.

Stacey waited for me to relax before moving back up the bed and lying on top of me. "Did you like that, Uncle Bob?" she asked sweetly.

"I think you know the answer to that, my little princess." I kissed her, hugged her close, and then stroked her silky blond hair again. "So how about some turnabout, before I go get us both something to eat?"

"Mmm, sounds good. But I can't lie on my back right now, so how'd you wanna do it?"

"Ride my face, sweetie," I replied. "I need to taste your sweet pussy."

And I did. I mean, I've tasted a few pussies in my time, and they all have a distinctive taste, smell and texture. Without a doubt, Stacey's is the prettiest and tastiest I've had. Maybe I'm just biased -- after all, I've always thought of her as my princess - but it's smooth, silky, has cute little inner lips and an oh-so-tight little cunt-hole that I find irresistibly sexy. Her clit is quite prominent when you pull the hood back, and her juices are spicy-sweet.

I relished all of this as she pressed that lovely wet, open slit down on me, and I sneaked my fingers into her cunt and ass while my tongue worked up and down, round and round. I tried all sorts of little tricks on her clit -- rubbing it with my nose, flicking and lapping at it with my tongue, soft strokes, hard strokes. Then, finally and with some difficulty, maneuvering my free arm round so I could pull the hood back with two fingers and surround it with my lips, buzz-sawing it until she bucked and screamed.

As she lay on top of me again, resting her head on my shoulder and with a dreamy expression on her face, she said "Y'know, Uncle Bob, sex with you is just the best. Every time we do it, it just feels so totally awesome. Why didn't we, like, do it earlier?"

I chuckled. "Well, Stacey my sweet, I can think of three good reasons. One, you're my niece, so it's technically illegal. Two, you're only just eighteen, so it would have been even more illegal to do it any sooner. And three, your mom and dad would bust my ass to pieces if they ever found out. Quite apart from the fact that you've always been my princess and it's been my proud and solemn duty to try to stop assholes like me from doing those sorts of things to you."

"But Uncle Bob, you said we could never get married, right?"

"That's true, my sweet. There might be somewhere in Africa or Asia that would allow a marriage between an uncle and a niece, under the rules of some other religion or law, but I don't think any civil or religious institution in this country or anywhere they speak English -- or Spanish, French, German, Italian or Serbo-Croat for that matter -- is gonna be prepared to join us in holy matrimony. And I think if we tried to live together openly, we might get a visit from some law enforcement agents."

"But, like we'll always be bestest friends. And we'll always love each other, no matter what, right?"

"Of course, baby." I gave her an affectionate hug and a kiss on the forehead. "But where's this going?" I asked, a little puzzled.

"Well, like, I do wanna get married someday, maybe have kids and stuff. And you say I can't do that with you. So -- so I'd have to, like, marry someone else." She gave me a worried look. "I wouldn't want to, honest Uncle Bob. But I can't be, like, on my own forever and ever, can I Uncle Bob?"

And of course, she was right. We were just inside a little fantasy bubble, a short period of insanity before reason prevailed. And/or I got my sorry, sicko ass kicked by my brother and/or sister. And/or thrown in the slammer.

My heart gave a little lurch at the thought. Stacey was everything to me, but she and I could never live together as man and wife, or even man and lover. This last week had been wild, thrilling, scary and beautiful all at once. But sooner or later we had to face up to the fact that we would need to find different partners, stop being fuck-buddies and return to being just uncle and niece. We'd have to live most of our lives secretly yearning for a sex partner - a lover - that we couldn't have. I'd have to watch Stacey being happy, fulfilled with other men, knowing that they were fucking her, that they were enjoying that special little body and that dirty little mind. And maybe she would be bringing up kids and doing the whole domestic bit, secretly yearning for me to come round and fuck her pretty little ass again.

But it was inevitable, and there was nothing we could do about it. I hoped there would at least be a time when I could share her with other guys, when she could still come to me for advice, reassurance and a good ass-fucking between boyfriends, or just when she felt she wanted to. I tried to explain this, as tactfully as I could, to my little angel.

There were tears in her eyes. "Oh Uncle Bob, it's so unfair! I really don't want anyone but you. The boys in my class are just so stupid and horrible. All they ever seem to want is to have sex with girls and then brag about it to their buddies. I know you'd never do that, Uncle Bob."

Too fucking right I wouldn't -- not only because I could never hurt Stacey's feelings like that, but also to keep my ass out of the aforementioned slammer.

"So do you think that -- that if I get another boyfriend, we could still, like, keep doing this? You wouldn't mind if -- if someone else, like -- like, fucked me?"

Of course I'd mind. I'd want to slice the guy's cock off with a rusty, slow-moving chainsaw and stuff it down his spotty teenaged throat. But I knew that, realistically, the best I could hope for was a part-share in my slutty angel's pussy and ass.

"Stacey, I wouldn't like it, of course, but I recognize that you're a beautiful girl with lots of guys chasing after you. You're young, and you'll want to try sex with good-looking boys, just like those boys will want to try it with you. So no, I totally understand. But please try to save that sweet ass for the guy who first explored it. And do, please, only practice safe sex, for both our sakes. I'm really enjoying our bareback sessions, and I think you are, but you need to stay safe with people you don't know."

"And what about you, Uncle Bob? Won't you ever want sex with other girls? If you can't have me, like, during the week, or when I go away to college, you surely can't just jerk off?"

Well, I thought, this started when Stacey caught me jerking off, and I'd done it rather a lot this past week, remembering, and yearning for, Stacey's horny little body, and watching it on Skype. But she was right. When the fuck-buddy phase started to slow down, as it would have to when my brilliant little Stacey inevitably headed off to some distant university, I'd need to seek solace between the legs of another woman. If I could ever find one.

"Maybe, baby, but no-one could ever replace you. I'm not joking when I say you're the love of my life, and the best damn fuck I've ever had. So anyone else can only be second best."

She hugged me tightly. "Oh Uncle Bob, you're so much the best guy I ever met! Let's make sure that whatever happens, we make all our times together as good as they can possibly be." Then she looked up at me. "Hey, can we go eat now? I skipped lunch 'cuz I knew I was gonna suck you off and didn't want to puke up all over you, but I'm, like, sooo hungry!"

I decided that we should eat in, as Stacey's butt was still a little too sore to sit down comfortably. Together, we made Thai-style salmon with puy lentils, a favorite with both of us. Stacey's a pretty good cook, a skill she learned from her old Uncle Bob, as neither mom nor dad showed much interest in the kitchen -- both being more interested in the boardroom and the bedroom. True, Dolores can cook when she tries -- mostly pasta with sauces, some of which I swear she gets from her local Seven Eleven. But she has no feeling for food, and prefers fine dining on an expense-account -- someone else's where possible - to creating interesting dishes at home. 

Stacey and me love trying out new recipes. I learned to cook at college, when my girlfriend at the time got tired of take-out and frozen pizza and decided she would show me what food was about. Since then, I've passed on the skill to Stacey, who I taught to make real Caesar dressing from seven fresh ingredients when she was eight years old. All through her teens, she would come over and make me something new she had found in a book or on the web, and I'd try to do something to match.

So Friday night we sat -- or rather I sat and Stacey knelt on a chair -- at my table, eating our Thai-style dinner, feeding each other with chopsticks, and sipping wine. We played at sucking noodles from each others' lips. We kissed and fooled around. I licked plum sauce from off her nipples. She licked it -- and sucked it -- from off my dick. Then I shoved the dishes out of the way and gently fucked her as she bent over the table, bringing her off with my fingers and shooting jizz over her ass and back. Then I rubbed some more cream over her ass cheeks as she lay on the rug, watching some dumb-ass movie on the TV. And then we went to bed, and she lay on top of me like when she was a kid -- only back then we weren't both naked and didn't smell of sex -- and I stroked her hair and I told her how much I loved her until she fell asleep.

We spent the rest of the weekend playing games. By Saturday breakfast her ass was not too sore, so we took a picnic and drove down to the beach. I made sure she wasn't wearing another 'transparent when wet' bikini, and we just fooled around in the water. That is, we splashed and swam and dived under the water and pulled each other in. We didn't actually try to make out in the ocean.

However, in the dunes behind the beach she pulled my shorts down and blew me. We were barely fifty yards from the beach, and even less distance from the main path back to the car park, when she shoved me down onto my back and started giving me a full deep-throat blowjob. I managed to swing her skinny little body round on top of me to make it sixty-nine, pulling the tie-cords at the side of her bikini panties and burying my tongue in that sweet, sweet snatch. I'd just made her come and was ready to shoot my load down her throat when a Frisbee whizzed over us, hit the top of the next dune and fell onto the sand beside me.

Even though my cock was pumping jizz and my brain was seriously elsewhere, I realized that we were in serious shit. All I could think to do was grab the fucking stupid bit of plastic and try to throw it back the way it came. Then I lifted Stacey's skinny hips from off my face, pulled my cock unceremoniously from her mouth (the only time she ever grazed me with her teeth), and grabbed my shorts.

I was standing up and pulling my shorts up when I saw this guy heading towards me. I put my foot on Stacey's back and pushed her down onto the sand, turning my back toward the intruder, a young teenager. "Hey man! Can't a guy take a leak in peace around here?" I called to him over my shoulder. To my relief, the boy backed away.

"Sorry, dude. Just, like, chasing a Frisbee, man!" He picked up the plastic disk as if for evidence and retreated the way he'd come.

I waited a few moments after he'd gone, and I'd pulled my shorts back on, before saying to Stacey "OK, it's safe to get up now honey, but make sure your bikini's on first."

She stood up, tying one of the straps. Then she slapped my face.

"Uncle Bob, you shoved me down with your foot! I got sand in my face and in my mouth and, like -- everywhere. Why'd you have to do that? I wasn't, like, gonna get up and flash my pussy at the guy!"

"Sorry, baby, just needed to be sure. What can I do to make it up to you?" I probably had a none-too-apologetic grin on my face. After all, we had just escaped being discovered having deliciously illicit mutual oral sex. And Stacey looked very horny, despite being covered in sand. More so, as there was still a dribble of my cum on her chin.

"Well, you can start by buying me lunch. And then you can lick my pussy again for like, ages." She put on that haughty 'now you have to do what I say' look and flounced off toward where we'd left our towels.

So we collected our things from the beach and took them back to the car. Then we went across to a little beach bar with a shower outside, and Stacey showered off the sand -- and the cum -- before we grabbed a couple of stools at the bar, overlooking the beach and the ocean. Stacey asked for a Margarita, and got a diet Coke. Hell, I'd already done enough illegal things with her, and I wasn't planning to get busted for plying an 18-year-old with liquor. We ordered some food -- some mahi-mahi for me, a burger and fries for Stacey -- and sat, watching the beach and the sea.

It wasn't surprising to find a lot of guys surreptitiously -- and sometimes more obviously -- staring at Stacey. The girl is hot, after all. I'd spent so many years thinking of her as my pretty little princess, almost like a kid sister, that my brain was still having difficulty keeping up with my cock after her recent conversion to full-on fuck-buddy. However, I'd noticed guys looking at her for several years now, and it wasn't exactly something I welcomed.

We were half way through our lunch when three surfer-dudes came up to the bar. They ordered their drinks, and then started trying to talk to Stacey. She politely tried to show that she wasn't really interested, but they didn't take the hint.

"Hey guys. Just leave the little lady alone. Can't you see that she doesn't really want to talk to you today?"

"Hey, cool it, man," said the nearest guy, a gangly, spotty-looking guy with a tattoo around his shoulder. "I'm sure your daughter just wants to have some fun, don't you, baby?"

"She's not my daughter, and I'm convinced she doesn't want any 'fun' that would involve you."

"Man, you're pissing us off. You're way too old to have a cute chick like this with you. What say we take her off your hands today? You look like you need a rest."

Stacey's face looked worried. "I don't want to, like, upset anyone, but could you please, like, leave us alone."

"See man," said the tattooed guy, "she wants you to leave her to us. I'm sure we could treat her right." The other two laughed in a very unattractive way.

"Don't make you ask you again. Go and enjoy your drinks someplace else and leave us be. Otherwise I'm going to get very unhappy, and you won't enjoy the rest of your afternoon." I tried to sound as casual as I could. Shit, there were three of them.

Tattoo boy obviously thought he was on safe ground and was enjoying the game. He put an arm around Stacey. She cringed and tried to shove him away. I got down off my stool. "Let go of her now and back off, sonny." I tried to keep my voice level and cool.

I knew exactly what was going to happen next, and the next few seconds seemed to go by in slow motion. Tattoo-boy nonchalantly took his arm away from Stacey, and then tried to throw a surprise punch at me. But I could tell what he was going to do before he did. I ducked easily, and my side-kick caught him square in the guts. As he fell away, I turned toward the others. A rather fat, tanned asshole with spiky black hair and an eyebrow piercing tried to take a swing at me, but I just pushed that over my shoulder and went in close with a carefully-aimed knee in the gonads. With his two buddies lying groaning on the ground, the third guy thought better of closing with me and backed off.

I turned to see Stacey's eyes shining. I picked up my beer, and I'd just raised it to my lips when Stacey's expression changed. I saw a shadow fall across the counter, so I quickly jabbed back and up with my other elbow. I caught tattoo-boy in the eye, and he squealed like a girlie. I spun round, but I could see that no-one else was interested in taking me on. Fat-boy was still doubled up on the ground, and the tattooed streak of piss was sobbing.

"Way to go, man!" The barman was grinning at me. "Those three troublemakers keep hanging around here and hitting on any babe who comes in here. I wish I could do that sorta thing to 'em. Were you in the military?"

"No, I just did some martial arts at college. But thanks for the compliment. Look, I think we should leave now. How much do we owe you?"

"Hey man, don't go. You're the man, man, and the lady's really decorative."

"Thanks, but no. We really should be getting along before these three recover and come after me with baseball bats. Here, I have forty bucks -- will that cover it?"

"Hey man, it's on the house. Just promise you'll come back again. And if you need a job, I'd be happy to have you around, just to keep the troublemakers out."

Back at the car, Stacey was looking at me like I'd just landed beside her in a cape and tights. "Oh Uncle Bob, that was so awesome!  You were just so -- so strong and powerful. Can we -- can we go somewhere where you could like, take me over the hood of the car? I'm so wet I'm gonna scream -- and I want you to make me!"

About five miles from the beach there's this disused airstrip. Sometimes it gets used for drag-racing, and once or twice there have been these illegal raves there. Mostly it's deserted. I drove round behind some sheds, stopped the car and grabbed the picnic rug from the trunk. As an afterthought, I also picked up some sun oil.




Uncle Bob Ch. 04



When I opened the passenger door, Stacey had a scared expression on her face. "Oh, mister," she gasped, "you're not going to do anything, like, bad to me are, are you?" She was clearly getting off on the role play, and I still had the adrenaline pumping and a hard-on you could have used for a tent-pole.

"Out of the car, bitch!" I spat. It felt wrong calling my angel a bitch, but at the moment I could sense she really was a bitch on heat, and I was absolutely fired-up and desperate to fuck her.

She kept up the scared look as she climbed out of the car. I dropped the rug onto the ground, then pulled the ties at the sides of her bikini panties. She gasped, but I spun her round and used the discarded garment to tie her wrists. She kept murmuring "please mister, please don't hurt me!" Then I grabbed her arms and pushed her down to her knees on the rug. I dropped my shorts, grabbed the back of her head and stuck my cock straight down her throat.

That was probably a mistake. She'd just eaten, and she immediately started making gagging noises and pulled back, gasping and gulping. Disappointed, but realising my error, I slipped my cock out of her mouth as the goo dribbled from her lips. "Oh mister, that's cruel. Please don't. Please..."

"So not down your throat, bitch, huh?" Looking into her eyes, I knew what she really wanted. When Stacey gets horny, her pupils get huge and she's almost panting for it. "So where do you want it, huh, you little slut?" As you can tell, I was warming to my character. 

"I -- please mister. Don't. Please don't. I'm -- I'm a good girl. Don't do -- don't do anything..." Her voice was plaintive, her acting impressive. If this wasn't the same girl who'd made me spank her and fuck her ass last night, and sucked me off in the dunes barely an hour ago, I would have sworn she was the sweet little soon-to-be-rape-victim that she was playing right now.

I pulled her to her feet, as gently as I could while still trying to stay in character. "Where do you want it, you little slut? Yeah, I know you want it, you filthy little whore. Where's it to be? In that pink little pussy or up that tight little ass?"

Her eyes widened with excitement and feigned terror.

"Oh please no, no mister. I don't want it -- anywhere. Please just take me back home. Please, I..."

I picked up the rug and threw it over the hood. I knew the metal would be hot, and I didn't want Stacey to burn her tender skin. My heart was pounding and my cock was twitching. Jesus, I hadn't felt such an adrenaline rush in years. I just hoped I wouldn't get carried away and hurt my princess in the process.

I pushed Stacey down over the hood, her hands still tied behind her back, her pretty little ass in the air, and spread her legs with my feet. "Let's start with your pretty little cunt -- you pretty little cunt!" Stacey let out a sob, and a murmured "please, mister, don't -- OHMYGOD!"

My first thrust was hard and deep. To be honest, it was rather brutal, and I should have been ashamed of myself, but I was caught up in our game and I didn't stop. What's more, Stacey was so wet it was almost like sliding into a warm bath. I started really hammering away, using one hand to hold her down across the hood, while sneaking the other under her hips and into her open pussy.

Her shrieks of surprise and feigned protest turned to a scream as she hit her first orgasm, barely a minute into our frantic rape fantasy. I could feel her clenching and releasing my cock, and hoped like fuck that there was no-one in earshot, but I was so fired up that I knew I could keep going for ages yet. Her second orgasm was barely a minute later, after which I pulled out, grabbed her by the hips and unceremoniously lifted her onto the hood, facing me. As she met my gaze, I could see there were tears running down her cheeks, her mouth was open and she was panting wildly. But her eyes were on fire.

So without giving her any respite, I just stuck my cock back inside her, and she threw her head back and howled. I pulled her knees wide apart and kept shoving in hard and deep, moving my hands up her thighs so that both thumbs played with her clit. It wasn't long before she was coming again, an orgasm that seemed to go on for minutes on end.

Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I pulled out, reached for the bottle of sun oil, dribbled it on my cock and my fingers, then pushed her back and slipped two fingers up her ass.

"OH MY GOD NO!" she squealed, but I pulled the digits out, lined up the head of my cock and squeezed it in. It wasn't as brutal as the way I'd ravaged her cunt. She'd had no chance to prepare her ass, so I had to be slower and more gentle here, but her wide-eyed expression of feigned terror, real lust and acute pleasure-pain made me so horny I felt ready to burst. I kept one thumb on her clit as I pressed harder and deeper, feeling the tight hole slowly yielding to my invasion.

"Oh my God, mister," she gasped, breathlessly. "Not my ass, please! It's too tight! You're so, so big! Oh God -- oh SHIT! OW! It hurts, mister, it, it -- AAAAAH!"

To my surprise, and possibly hers, she came again almost immediately. Maybe she was on that orgasmic plateau, and having just dipped below it when I pulled out, she was pushed back through it by my cock entering her ass -- despite some evident pain. Either way, if the spasms in her cunt had been delicious and orgasm-inducing, then just a few short thrusts back there had me howling like a mad thing and filling her ass with my cum. It was one of the strongest orgasms I'd ever experienced, and I was feeling quite dizzy and had to hold on to the car to stop myself falling over and dragging Stacey with me.

Neither of us could say much on the journey back to my place. Every time Stacey looked at me, she broke down in giggles. All she seemed able to say was "so awesome!" At my place, she went up to shower while I fixed us some drinks -- this time I did mix her a Margarita, as I thought she deserved it -- and went and sat out by the pool. She came back down, toweling her hair and wearing her sweet little happi-coat. 

After a few sips of her drink, she turned to me and said "Uncle Bob, that was so weird and awesome and scary and stuff. I, like, came and came and came so much it was unreal. The trouble is, I'm still fizzing, but my pussy and my asshole are totally sore. You really gave it to me so hard." She looked indignant.

"Hey, I'm sorry baby. You know I hate to hurt you. Can I give you a massage, maybe?"

Her sweet smile said it all, so twenty minutes later, she was seriously relaxed, lying naked on a sun-lounger. (The lanai keeps away prying eyes, fortunately). She smiled up at me as I gently rubbed oil into her titties and across her flat stomach. "Uncle Bob, pretty please, would you, like, eat me? I'm just so horny. I still haven't come down from when you like, raped me, and I so need to come again."

So down goes good old Uncle Bob, and tongue and fingers display their skills on a juicy little snatch. Lots of licking, nibbling, tongue-fucking, finger-fucking, ass-rimming, clit-sucking and general pleasure on both sides. I lost count of how many times she came, but I realized that I seem to have struck an orgasmic seam from which Stacey was having difficulty coming down.

Finally, when my tongue could take no more, Stacey looked dreamily up at me and said "now you can fuck my throat if you like, Uncle Bob".

It would have been churlish to refuse, so I spun Stacey round on the sun-lounger and dangled her head over the end. On my knees and cradling her head in my hands, I slid my cock slowly down until she had all of my length, then started a series of long strokes, starting slow and getting faster. I marveled at how she could open up and take me so far down, and never once touch me with her teeth. I finished with some pretty urgent thrusts, deep into her throat, finally shooting my jizz straight down her gullet.

That evening, we sat in front of the TV and watched some pretty inane movie about a guy trying to get back with his girlfriend on Hawaii, and ending up with the receptionist from the hotel. We sent out for Chinese as neither of us could be bothered to cook, and after a day of more orgasms than either of us could count, it was good to just curl up together.

By Sunday morning, we'd gotten back to weird again. Stacey woke me with juice and coffee, dressed in an outfit she seemed to have got from some serious fucked-up porno. A tight, white lace basque that pushed her tiny titties up and out and finished above her hips, with long white suspenders holding up white lacy stockings, and then a white leather collar with a lead that hung down the front, white leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and spike-heeled shoes. Oh, and I forgot the panties - because so had she. And sticking out of her ass was the white-leather tail of a butt-plug.

"Morning, Uncle Bob. When you've had your coffee, could you, like, tie me down to the bed and rape me again? Only it felt so good yesterday, and my butt and my pussy are back to normal, and I want some more. Please?"

I drank my coffee while she showed me how the restraints attached to the bed and then to the cuffs. And she unloaded a whole mess of toys and stuff onto the bedside. There were several vibrators, butt plugs of several sizes, anal beads, a couple of tubes of lube (one flavored), handcuffs, blindfolds and a ball-gag for fuck's sake!

"Where did you get all this weird shit from, Stacey?" I asked, incredulously.

"Oh, it's mail-order, like, off the web. I used PayPal so my mom doesn't see what I'm buying on my credit card statements. Do you like it? I think it's way cool. Hey, can you get the video camera? I so want to see what happens when we're through."

So I fastened the restraints to her cuffs like she asked, putting a pillow under her skinny ass to lift her pussy and asshole up to where I could reach them. When she was spread-eagled on the bed, unable to move, I started taking the video, using one hand on the camera and the other to go over her exposed skin, first with some brushes that made her squirm and tingle, she said, and then with a vibrator, which made her squirm and tingle even more. Fifteen minutes in and I still hadn't touched her pussy. About then, she started to beg. After another five minutes of me caressing her skin and buzzing her nipples with the vibe, she was pleading with me to play with her pussy.

When I reached down and slipped a finger inside her, she let out a loud, sharp cry. She was soaked. The pillow and sheets were wet with the juices that were flowing out of her. I just swirled my fingers inside of her and felt the ripples of a little pre-orgasm. So then I shuffled forwards and rubbed the head of my cock gently, tantalizingly up and down her slit. "OH GOD OH YES!" she cried out. So I pulled back, and she let out a squeal of frustration.

"Please, please Uncle Bob. Stop teasing. Fuck me. Lick my pussy. Whatever. Just do it. I'm so near the edge. I can't stand it!"

"Stacey, baby, you have to stand it. I've barely started yet."

I tugged at the little leather tail on her butt-plug, and she squealed again. I noticed it was a vibrator, but that Stacey hadn't turned it on, so I started it up. Again and again, I pulled the plug part way out, then let it slip back inside. The moaning noises she was making were fantastic. Then without warning, I knelt up, pointed my dick and shoved it into her cunt, fucking her hard like I had the day before. Fuck, she was tight -- probably because she was being double-penetrated. That was when she came for the first time, and when I almost came inside my baby, as her firm little cunt muscles squeezed me again and again against the vibrator, buzzing in her ass. I was just able to pull out in time.

I held on until I'd regained control, and even began to soften a little, then scooted round, lowering my cock into her mouth and dropping my face into her slit. "Taste your pussy, baby. Taste it on my dick as I slip it down your throat," I said, just before getting a fresh taste of the real thing myself and eating it hungrily. It was as well that I'd filled her mouth, as the noises she made as I devoured her pussy would have deafened half the neighborhood.

For the next maybe twenty minutes, I kept her around the orgasmic plateau, tracing her pussy lips with my tongue, fingers or a vibrator, slipping different vibes -- or sometimes my cock - inside her, working the butt-plug in and out, sometimes throat fucking her, sometimes just rubbing my cock-head up and down her slit. By now she was literally shaking in orgasmic torment. Each time I touched her pussy, she shrieked, almost as if in pain. When I again rubbed my cock up and down her pussy lips, looking down at her sweet face, covered in perspiration, her eyes glazed in a sexual high, and tried to capture her deeply sexual expression on video, she started begging me in a weak voice "Please, please, fuck me Uncle Bob. Please, pleeeeease -- stick it in me. Oh God, please!"

The cry when I pulled out the vibrating butt plug was almost like a wild animal in torment. I dropped the plug, still vibrating, on the floor, and with my free hand, maneuvered my cock head into the vacant opening, panning the camera down to capture the action. "Oh yes, please. Stick it in my ass, please Uncle Bob. Anything. Just do it, do it now!" she pleaded. I panned the camera back to her face, and watched her eyes, wide open in agonized ecstasy, roll upwards as I slowly slid my hard, erect dick past her now stretched little sphincter and inexorably up her tight little tube. She was gasping by now, moaning "Fuck, fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck it, please, please," almost out the other side of sexual gratification.

Then, with about half my cock up the ass of my sweet, helpless niece, I took a fairly thick vibrator, rested it on her clit so she screamed, and as I felt the tight spasms starting again, I changed the angle and began to fuck her with it while I sodomized her with my dick. 

Looking at the video later, the horniest thing wasn't the sight of my cock pounding in and out of Stacey's ass, or the way the vibrator got almost buried to the hilt in her sweet little cunt. The two things that stand out are the way that Stacey's pussy lips rippled continuously and the expression on her face of complete, out of body trance as her mega orgasm took hold. Her skinny little body writhed in her bonds, and it was perhaps just the concentration of trying to hold the camera steady that stopped me blowing the head off my cock right up Stacey's ass. All I know is that at the end, the camera swings wildly away and there's this noise like a wounded bison. When the thing focuses again, there's a puddle of pale, sticky fluid dribbling out of Stacey's asshole. Not that she noticed. She had passed out.

She spent most of the afternoon sleeping on a sun-lounger by the pool. When she woke up around three, I asked her how she felt. "It's like my brains have been totally fucked out. Every part of me feels like it's come a thousand times -- even my eyelids. This is so weird and so totally, totally awesome!" She broke down in a fit of giggles. When I put my arms around her, she snuggled close to my chest, and I could feel tears of confused joy wetting my skin. I couldn't have been more happy.

Before she went home that evening, she insisted on giving me another blow job. "But Uncle Bob, you only came, like once, and I was just totally zoned-out and riding one awesome orgasm after another for like, hours!" So I sat on the edge of the pool, and she stood in the water, sucking me down and giving me one of her fabulous no-hands, down-the-throat-and-lick-your-balls spectaculars that no-one her age should be able to do. And I came pretty convincingly.

She headed back to her mom's place quite late, and as I waved her goodbye -- after a very long kiss and hug -- I wondered where our relationship could possibly go next.



Uncle Bob



Finally spent, he rolled off of her and they lay side-by-side, the tenseness and expectations over. She snuggled in against him, rubbing her tits and pussy on him.

The need began to heighten within a few minutes. The rubbing intensified and his cock stiffened as Alison worked away at him. He murmured, "Any chance that you might make good on that promise of a high end blow job?"

She sucked his nipples as she began to slide down his body, "Where do you think I am going right now?"



Uncle Brads Surprise



“Damn it.” Brad Thompson muttered to himself as ran across the parking lot to get in his Ford Expedition. Other than sex with his wife golf was his favorite pastime. Even rain usually did not keep him and his friends off the course but when the lightning began to flash just as they were starting the sixth hole that was enough for all of them. Hurriedly they drove the carts back to the clubhouse and settled in for a round of drinks. After two whiskey and cokes Brad decided to call it an afternoon and head back home. “Oh well at least an afternoon in the sack with Brenda will more then make up for this mess”, he thought to himself.

That thought caused his cock to stir. 

Even after fifteen years of marriage Brenda Thompson was still as sexy to him as the day they met. She was 5’6” with long red hair, green eyes and 38D natural tits. Brad hated silicone implants and loved the fact he had a woman with the “real deal”. The only difference was that as she grew older so did her sexual appetite. He had even become worried that he would not be able to keep up with her. They had talked about experimenting with swinging but had not been able to go that far and he also knew she had a very bisexual nature. He reached over to pick up the cell phone to call her then thought better of it. A surprise would be nice. Hell he might even catch her masturbating. Little did he know the surprise in store for him.

As Brad pulled onto the street where he lived he noticed a red Mustang in the driveway. “Shit, who the hell is here”, he grumbled to himself as he pulled around the sports car and into the garage. Shutting the engine off he sat for a moment wondering who it could be. Finally he stepped out of the vehicle and before walking in the house he removed his shoes. Brenda was an immaculate housekeeper and even guests had to remove their foot wear before entering. He walked into the kitchen and noticed MTV on the television blaring a rap song. Brad then mixed a drink before walking up the stairs to the master bedroom. About halfway up he stopped. The unmistakable sound of his wife moaning in pleasure made a wide grin cross his face. Then he thought about the car in the drive and his stomach knotted. Slowly he eased up further. Was she with another man? The thought both angered and turned him on at the same time. 

“Fuck yes, yes do it. Eat my pussy you bitch. You have me on fire!” Brad heard his wife squeal as he approached the bedroom. 

Slowly he eased further up to see the door to the bedroom slightly open. The bed was against the opposite wall and he could see his wife on her back pinching, pulling her nipples. What turned him on even more was another woman was kneeling between her legs her ass high in the air. She was obviously excited too as Brad could see her naked pussy was dripping wet. Like his wife she also had red hair and suddenly he could see her right arm pistoning back and forth rapidly obviously working his wife over. 

“Shit fuck yeah that’s it. Fuck my asshole” his wife screamed. 

His cock was about to burst from his shorts as he watched the erotic scene in front of him. It was like a dream come true. The other woman must have worked his wife’s asshole over non stop for at least three minutes before suddenly his wife grasped her by the back of the head. 

“Oh yes I’m cumming” she announced before pulling the redhead closer in. The other woman’s moans were muffled and Brad heard her make distinctive gulping sounds. His wife was a squirter and he knew the woman’s mouth was being filled with hot sweet pussy juices. 

“Don’t you fucking stop” his wife demanded as her partner continued to eat her through her orgasm. The woman gladly obliged. She ran her hands down to the back of Brenda’s thighs pushing her legs back then licking her from pussy to asshole and back. Brad could not stand it. He pulled his hard cock out and began stroking at his wife was brought to yet another orgasm. Finally his wife told her, “Ok, ok I cannot take it anymore.” She lowered her legs as the woman continued kissing licking her thighs. That’s when she looked up and saw her husband standing there. 

“Oh shit, Brad. How long have you been home.” His wife asked as she caught sight of her husband.

Brad walked in the room and replied “ Awhile baby. Don’t worry I am not mad. Just curious as who this sweet thing is. 

The young lady rolled her and Brad’s eyes widened with disbelief. “ Hi Uncle Brad”. It was their 24 year old niece Stephanie.

Brad stared down at his niece her face covered with his wife’s juices. 

“Oh Brad I am so sorry.” I know its wrong” his wife exclaimed. 

“No” Stephanie said. “Really Uncle Brad it’s my fault. I came on to her.”

Stephanie Thompson was a hot little thing. She like her mother and aunt had red hair but was smaller at 5’2” with 34D breasts as well. She was sort of the black sheep of the family at least where her parents were concerned due to her wild ways. They had never been able to control her and were shocked when she chose to become a stripper at a local adult club. Brad had secretly been turned on thinking of what it would be like to be with her. Now here she was, naked coated with his wife’s love honey. Stephanie seductively rose up off the bed and walked over to him. 

“Uncle Brad, you aren’t mad at me are you?”her eyes looking up at him seductively as she placed her hands on his chest. 

“Ah, well no honey” Brad stammered. His breathing increased as he looked up and down he length of her hot young body. It excited him more to see her pussy was shaved except for a thin strip of red hair down to her clit.

Stephanie extended her tongue out and licked more of his wife’s pussy from her lips. 

“Umm”, she moaned. “Aunt Brenda tastes so sweet. I bet you taste good to Uncle Brad,” she said. With that she reached out her hand and grasped his hard prick through his shorts. “I think we need to turn this loose,” Stephanie said and with that she knelt in front of her uncle undoing his shorts. Brad stripped his shirt off as she freed his cock. Eight inches of precum dripping fuck meat slapped her on the side of the face. 

“Oh my god, that’s the biggest cock I have ever seen” Stephanie exclaimed in delight. She grasped the base tightly and pulled up causing large drops of precum to form on the head. Brad groaned deeply and loudly as her soft hands began working his cock. He looked over at his wife and smiled at her as she began slowly finger fucking her hot pussy. Stephanie then leaned in and opened her soft lips sucking the head of Brad’s cock in. Brad looked down and was amazed to watch the young slut deep throat the entire length of his prick. She then began moving her mouth up and down the length sucking licking her uncle’s cock. Brenda Thompson then slid off the bed and knelt behind her niece. Her hands slid around her niece’s body cupping the girl’s large breasts, pinching pulling at the nipples. 

“Suck him baby, make him cum” Brenda urged. Brad Thompson was in heaven. He could not believe the expertise his young niece was exercising on his cock. 

“Fuck I am so close” he moaned. With that Stephanie stopped. 

“Wait I have an idea” she said. She turned and deeply kissed her Aunt. “Aunt Brenda get on the bed I want to do something.” 

Brenda Thompson obeyed her niece’s wishes laying back legs instinctively spread. 

“Come with me Uncle!”, Stephanie said in a low lustful voice. Brads cock was pounding as she stood them led him by it to the bed. Urging him between his wives legs she said, “Fuck her. I want to watch you fuck Aunt Brenda.” 

Brad knew as horny as he was it would not be a long fuck but he was now willing to do what both these hot women wanted. His niece guided his cock to his wife’s pussy lips and rubbed the head around them. Brenda moaned in pleasure as she felt her husbands cock head rub her clit time and time again. Finally Brad could take it no longer and with one thrust buried his cock to the balls in her pussy. 

“Shit yes fuck me Brad” his wife screamed.

Stephanie knelt beside her uncle as he deep thrust his wife time and time again. It excited the young girl to see her uncles cock coated with his wife hot juices each time he pulled out. Stephanie motioned for him to lean back a bit and as he did she lowered her mouth to her aunts hot clit. Sucking it up between her lips she began rapidly swirling her tongue around it causing Brenda to thrash her head back and forth in pleasure. 

“Oh Fuck yes, yes, yes!” Brenda screamed out. 

The feeling of her husband’s cock filling her hot pussy and her nieces tongue working her clit was far more then she could bear. Brenda’s eyes widened as a another powerful orgasm began sweeping over her sending her cunt into convulsions. Brad could feel his wife’s pussy milking his cock. With each thrust her juices were sent spewing from out around his prick. Stephanie leaned back and reached over her uncle’s ass and under him cupping his heavy cum laden balls. She leaned over kissing him on the cheek. 

“Uncle Brad don’t cum inside her. Pull out before you do please” she said to him in almost a whimper.

Brad continued to screw his wife until he felt the boiling sensation in his ball sack. He slipped his pussy soaked cock from his wife. The hot niece keeling by his side spread her aunt’s slippery wet pussy lips with one hand and began jerking her uncle’s cock with the other. 

“Cum now Brad” she demanded. “Cum all over her pussy.” 

Brad could not believe how brazen his niece was. After a few jerks his cock began to pulsate and a large stream of cum shot from his prick directly on his wife’s clit. The force of it causes Brenda to jerk in ecstasy. Time and time again his cock erupted large streams of cream onto his wife’s cunt until her clit was coated and no longer visible. Brad could not remember having an orgasm like that in years. His cum finally subsided yet his cock remained hard. Stephanie continued jerking him rubbing her fingers through her aunt’s shot soaked slit. She deep kissed her uncle for a moment then broke away. 

“Move aside Uncle Brad” she said in a demanding tone. Brad lay back on the bed as his niece yet again positioned her self between her aunt’s spread legs. She smiled at him then leaned in and began licking her aunts cum soaked pussy. 

“So fucking good” she moaned as she licked up and down the wet slit thoroughly cleaning her now squirming aunts hole. 

Up one lip and down the other time and time again enjoying the combined taste of her uncles cock juice and aunt’s pussy. Finally she buried her face in deep thrusting her long tongue deep into her aunts hot cavern. Brenda was squealing again and Brad was still hard as a rock watching what he had only seen in porn movies before his very eyes. Finally after thoroughly cleaning Brenda’s pussy she pulled back looking up at her uncle her face glazed with cum, pussy and lust. 

“My Uncle Brad. You’re still hard as a rock” Stephanie observed. Brad looked down and saw his cock was still stiff as metal pipe. 

“Yes it is” he agreed. “It may take a while for it to go down. Stephanie glanced down at her aunt’s pussy.

“Well I am still a bit, well, hungry so why don’t you get some of this.” His niece wiggled her hot tight butt in the air. 

“Sounds like it’s a plan to me as long as it’s ok with your aunt” Brad said and smiled.

Brenda grasped the back of her niece’s head pulling her beautiful face to her pussy. 

“Brad you talk to much. Shut up and fuck this slut” she laughed before squealing again as her niece pushed her legs back and plunged her tongue deep in her aunts asshole.