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Jennifer's Holiday Ch. 01

By: Scot1234



Jennifer didn't know whether to be happy, sad or disgusted. She lived with her grandfather and, much as she loved him, she was becoming a young lady now and wanted her own space, wanted to be treated like a woman. Should she be sad that her aunt and uncle had split up? She was their regular babysitter and knew them both very well but wasn't too surprised when her aunt told her the news. She had always looked on her uncle as a dirty old man, always checking her out when she came round, always hugging her a little too long, always finding an excuse to brush against her. So, no, she wasn't surprised but it wasn't the separation that was making her sad.

She had finally convinced her grandfather to let her go on vacation with them and she had been looking forward to it for some time now. She had even bought herself a tiny bikini, without her grandfather's knowledge, that she knew would make her uncle's eyes pop out when he saw her. Now she thought she wouldn't have the opportunity to tease him as he deserved.

But those feelings had changed when her aunt angrily announced that her ex-husband still intended to go on their dream holiday, even if he had to go on his own. This news had given Jennifer an idea and she had called him hoping to plead her case and beg him to take her with him. The fact that he pretended to be reluctant only made her beg even more, a situation that she couldn't know her uncle was revelling in. Eventually he gave into her pleas and agreed that she could accompany him. So that was why she was happy.

But why was she disgusted? Her uncle had said she could still go on holiday with him but there was one condition. She would have to go with him as his girlfriend. Jennifer could imagine his wandering hands feeling up her pert bottom; she could imagine him making the most of their close quarters, accidentally on purpose dropping his towel whenever he came out of the shower; and she shuddered at the thought of what it would be like if he decided he wanted more out of their arrangement while they were away. So she was disgusted at the thought of a man as old as he was touching her. She was disgusted at the thought of what other people, even strangers like the hotel staff, would think of a young girl like her holding hands with a man old enough to be her father. And she was disgusted with herself that she had accepted his condition and was now packing her suitcase, including the tiny bikini, ready to leave for the airport.

As her loving grandfather waved her off at the departure gate, she turned to see her uncle waiting for her, a smug, self-satisfied grin plastered across his face. She tried her best to ignore him but even in the departure lounge he kept his arm around her in a very proprietorial manner. As soon as they were seated on the plane, however, it got even worse. He shocked her first of all by fastening her seat belt, taking far too long to ensure that the belt stretched tightly across her small waist. As the air hostess brought them blankets to relax under she felt his hand caressing her thigh, high enough that she actually thought he was going to touch her pussy. Worse than any of that, however, was the tingling between her legs that she could do nothing to stop and almost made her wish he would touch her in that special place.

She had had a few boyfriends at school and, even though she was now eighteen, she had refused to let any of them go too far. Yes, one had touched her small breasts and another had even managed to prise her legs apart long enough to run his hands up to the very top but she had always kept her clothes on and no boy had ever seen her naked. She loved her grandfather too much to run the risk of getting pregnant and believed the easiest way to avoid such a calamity was to ensure no boy ever got close enough to break through her barriers.

Thankfully they reached their holiday destination without further incident and Jennifer dared to believe that her uncle may yet act like a gentleman and remember that he was her father's brother. Even so, she could not deny that there was something about him, something that the boys at school didn't seem to possess and she knew she wanted to find out what it was. The moistness between her legs made her suspect that it was just his raw sexuality but she knew that wasn't something she could even think about.

She knew all the boys at school lusted after her and even some of the girls seemed to allow their hungry eyes to feast on her body a little too long in the showers after games. Ever since she had started to develop she had become the centre of attention at family gatherings and school dances but now she found herself in a situation that was far from her comfort zone and one which she knew could easily get out of hand.

She decided to take the matter in hand and, once they had unpacked in their adjoining rooms she told her uncle that she was heading down to the pool. He decided to join her as soon as he was ready but he knew he could never have been ready for the sight of his niece as she walked out of her room. She had on the bikini, the one she had bought with the sole purpose of teasing him, and when she saw his reaction she knew she had chosen well.

It was white, the bra no more than two tiny triangles of material which covered her nipples and not much else. When her uncle's eyes were finally able to move down from those gorgeous breasts, down as far as her thong, he was met by yet another tiny triangle which, if it got wet, he was sure would disappear into her pussy of its own accord. When she smiled and turned away from him, walking down to the pool side, she knew he would now be staring at her pert bottom.

That's exactly what he was staring at and the cock in his shorts had already to grown to its full length, throbbing in excitement at the thought of what he had in store for this young tease while they were away from the restrictions of family eyes and family disapproval. What was turning him on more than anything, however, was the fact that the back strap of her bikini bottom had obviously sunk between her round cheeks so that her arse appeared naked and he vowed it wouldn't be too long before it finally was.

All afternoon he had to struggle to contain himself as his niece tormented him, diving into the pool or climbing out soaking wet; bending over in front of him as she pretended to dry herself after her swim; asking him to rub sun tan lotion on her back, knowing only too well the effect she was having on her uncle, laughing to herself as she saw him having to adjust his position so that his erection was not too obvious to the other guests.

Finally he could take no more and announced that he was going back to his room to get ready for dinner. He had to hold his towel in front of him to ensure no one noticed the large bulge at the front of his shorts. He knew she was laughing at him but he also knew that he would get his revenge and very soon his teasing niece would learn the error of her ways.

Jennifer didn't stay too long by the pool either. As soon as her uncle had gone there seemed to be an unending stream of men who wanted to approach her as she lay there in her tiny bikini. She could see some of their wives and girlfriends glaring at her but she didn't understand what she was supposed to have done. It was just the same whenever her grandfather invited family round. Her uncles and male cousins would always seem to forget the women in their lives and concentrate almost entirely on her. It didn't please her aunts or their daughters but there was nothing she could do about it.

What was it about her that seemed to reduce men to raging sex maniacs? The boys at school seemed to be only interested in getting their hands up her school skirt or pawing her breasts. Now the other guests were making lewd suggestions as they offered to rub in her sun lotion. Men were imbeciles, she concluded. No, they were worse than that; they were disgusting imbeciles.

So she had retired to her room and relaxed before it was time to prepare for dinner. She knew she would have to accompany her uncle again but surely he would behave himself in a public restaurant. Wouldn't he? Either way, she knew she better not keep him waiting so she had her shower then began to get dressed. It was only then that she realised that her case was not where she had left it.

When she had returned to the room and noticed it had been moved she presumed it must have been the hotel staff. But now that she thought about it she was sure she had heard a noise when she was in the shower and had the creepy feeling that she was being watched. What was even worse now was the fact that she couldn't find any of her panties. She knew that she had packed them so she didn't understand what could have happened to them. She suspected her uncle might be playing some kind of trick on her but, if that was the case, then it was a mean trick. What could he possibly want with her panties?

Deciding not to give him the satisfaction of asking, she got dressed and decided to wear the sarong that her grandfather had bought for her. She knew it was just his clumsy attempt to make sure she was hidden from lustful eyes and she loved him even more for trying to protect her. Tonight it would have the added advantage of foiling her uncle's perverse attempt to embarrass her.

She was ready by the time he wandered into her room, not even bothering to knock. She scolded him for invading her privacy, pointing out that she could have been dressing when he had come in. If she thought he would be apologetic then she was badly mistaken. Instead he simply grinned at her and whispered, "Maybe next time," into her shocked ear.

She was still shaking in anger and embarrassment when they were led to their table in the restaurant but she started to relax when her uncle ordered a bottle of champagne and she thought that maybe the evening wouldn't be too bad after all. She was badly mistaken.

As soon as the waiter had taken their order her uncle turned his full attention to her once again. Each time she took so much as a sip from her first glass of champagne, her uncle topped it up again. After doing this a few times, she realised that he had deliberately positioned the ice bucket across the table so that each time he reached for the bottle his arm would brush against her breast. She almost laughed at the childish ploy but couldn't deny that the continuous stimulation was having an effect on her nipples. She could feel them growing and this was having a further effect between her legs. She remembered that she was naked beneath her sarong and wondered if anyone would notice if her juices left a damp patch on the back of her sarong or on her chair.

She didn't have time to worry about that, however, because her uncle was becoming bolder, himself buoyed by the amount of alcohol he was consuming. He kissed her softly on her cheek and reminded her that she was supposed to be playing the part of his girlfriend and only that reminder saved him from a slap across his face. What he said next, however, shocked her to her very core.

"Do as you are told or I will tell your grandfather what a cock-tease you have been today and how you came down to dinner without any panties."

Now she knew for sure that it was this hateful man sitting next to her that had stolen her underwear. Now she knew that she had put herself in an insidious position by coming away with him. And now she knew that she was at his mercy if she wanted her grandfather to go one believing that she was the innocent girl he wanted her to be.

She steeled herself for what would come next but, even so, she was startled when she felt her uncle's hand on her thigh. She instantly regretted wearing her sarong because she knew it had a split the whole way up and she shuddered as she thought about just how far her perverted relative would go.

If his hand on her thigh was bad enough, when he found the gap and prised her legs apart, she thought she would die of shame. And she thought she would explode with lust. Feeling his rough hand on her naked skin sent thrills through her body that she knew were wrong, wrong and wonderful in equal measure.

When his hand moved agonisingly upward she inadvertently slid forward, wanting nothing more than to escape his unwelcome advances, wanting nothing more than his fingers to stroke her dripping slit. She knew that anyone watching her would see her acting as only a slut would and she knew her grandfather would be ashamed of her. Most of all, however, she knew she wanted her uncle to touch her most private place.

When he finally reached his goal and felt her juices pouring from her desperate pussy, he stopped. She moaned aloud in frustration and was shocked to suddenly see the waiter standing in front of the table holding their starters in his hands. He looked down at her, mystified at her reactions, but her uncle simply withdrew his hand and began to lick his fingers before he started his meal

"Like mother, like daughter," was all he said as he tucked into his first course.

The rest of the meal passed without incident but Jennifer couldn't help but think that her evil uncle wasn't finished with her yet. He seemed to be lingering over his coffee, almost as if he was waiting on something, when another couple approached their table. The waiters quickly brought two more chairs for the newcomers and it was obvious that her uncle knew the man and woman. What wasn't so obvious was exactly what he had in mind.

Jennifer soon found out and immediately wished she had never even met her father's brother, far less having agreed to this sordid deal just so that she could go on holiday. She knew he held the upper hand with his threats to tell her grandfather how she had been behaving but she really didn't think she could take much more of this.

Having asked the couple to join them, her uncle now introduced her as his girlfriend and Jennifer suddenly found herself sitting opposite a woman she had never met before with two older men on either side, one she knew very well and hated, the other she didn't know at all. That was soon to change.

As soon as the waiter had brought another bottle of wine and Jennifer's glass had been refilled, her uncle proposed a toast.

"To good wine, good friends and good sex."

Jennifer couldn't believe that even her uncle could be so bold, and so loud, in such a public place but the others simply lifted their glasses and joined in the toast. Having taken a sip of their wine they all turned to her, wanting to see if she would join in too. She hesitantly lifted her glass but, when her uncle placed his strong hand on her thigh and glared at her, she knew what she had to do. Raising the glass to her mouth she attempted to taste just a little as the others had done but he was having none of that. Tipping up the bottom of her long stemmed glass, he ensured that she drank almost the full amount in one swallow. It was either that or the wine would have spilled over her top. The last thing she wanted was for these strangers, or any other diner for that matter, to see her making a mess like a child. She longed to be seen as a grown up and tried to tell herself that this was how adults behaved.

Feeling the effects of too much wine she gently placed the glass back on the table, only to discover that the newly arrived guest at their table had now placed his hand on her other thigh and both men seemed to be intent on pulling her legs apart. Her uncle leaned over to her and whispered into her ear to remember their deal or her grandfather would hear about how she got drunk and let a stranger touch her in public.

Jennifer knew that she was trapped and resigned herself to what was going to happen, still believing that they wouldn't go too far in public. When the stranger's hand inched up her naked thigh, however, she began to doubt even that.

Sure enough, within minutes the man's fingers reached their target and began to touch her over-sensitive lips, running up and down them ever so gently. When he realised just how wet she was already he became even more bold, fully believing that his friend had told the truth after all; his new girlfriend was a slut and was up for anything.

Jennifer tried to move back in her chair but her uncle's firm grip prevented her from going anywhere. As the stranger took encouragement from her pouring pussy juices he slowly inserted a single finger between her lips and entered her tight hole. She had to grab hold of her napkin and pretend to dab at her mouth when, in reality, she was biting down on the linen to stop herself from moaning in delight. She could do nothing, however, to mask the wet sounds the man was causing to rise from beneath the table and from between her legs as he began to push his finger in even deeper, even faster. She could hear them, her uncle and the stranger could hear them and even the woman sitting opposite her, smiling at her, could hear them. She was mortified that such a thing could happen to her; she was mortified that such a thing could happen to her in such a public place; and she was mortified that such a thing could happen to her in such a public place with her grinning uncle watching her so intently.

she had just about lost control when she suddenly felt the man's thumb reach up and stroke her far too sensitive clit. Her face burned in shame and arousal as she bit down on the napkin again. Tears started to well in her eyes as she knew she was about to cum at the hands of this man and her uncle and there was nothing she could do about it.

The napkin could no longer disguise her moans of pleasure though and, as the biggest orgasm of her young life washed over her, she threw back her head, closed her eyes and gave herself up to the moment. The waves of pleasure seemed to go on for a very long time and she never wanted them to stop but, like all good things, they did indeed eventually subside and stop. Her head slumped forward as her body slowly returned to normal and when she opened her eyes and raised her head she was horrified to see the whole restaurant staring at her, her uncle still grinning at her and the woman opposite putting away her phone.

"That should be a nice momento to send to your grandfather but I think it's time we got out of here and go to the club," declared her uncle as he paid the bill and practically dragged her past the mixture of disgusted and jealous looks that the other diners threw at her.

Jennifer was in a daze after all that had happen. She had drank too much wine and had allowed herself to be used by the two men in a way that would have shocked her dear grandfather. Her shame was compounded when she thought about how the woman had recorded the whole episode on her phone and knew that her guardian would be thoroughly ashamed of the way she had behaved.

Before she knew where she was the perverted trio that had manipulated her so easily had led across the road from their hotel to a seedy looking nightclub. Jennifer had barely noticed it when they had arrived earlier in the day but now it was ablaze with lights and she was led through the suspicious looking doorman, down a flight of stairs and into a large darkened room which was dominated by a revolving stage.

It was only when the other three had settled her into a booth with each of the men on either side of her that her eyes became accustomed to the low lighting and she looked up at the stage. Jennifer couldn't believe her eyes as she watched a woman strip off all her clothes, dancing around the stage, throwing her skimpy garments to the leering men sat around the stage.

"What sort of club is this? I shouldn't be in here. My grandfather wouldn't like it."

The other three laughed at her innocence and the woman, who had sat down beside her uncle, teased her naivety.

"What sort of club did you think it was, honey? Didn't you see the posters outside or the naked waitresses as you came in."


Jennifer's Holiday Ch. 01



Jennifer hadn't noticed any of these things but, now that she looked around, she could see that it wasn't just the woman on the stage who was naked. Some of the others in the club were going way beyond just fooling around and Jennifer's mouth fell open in shock when she saw a woman in the next booth being stripped naked by her two companions. She couldn't tear her eyes away as the woman slipped under the table and knelt down between the two men.

They both quickly pulled down their zips and presented two very large cocks to the impatient woman on the floor. As soon as she got her hands on them she sucked one then the other into her mouth, trying to fit them both in at once but settling for just one at a time while she tugged on the other.

"Why don't you try that, sweetheart? I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind sharing your delicious mouth. After all they both worked together to give you such a wonderful orgasm in the restaurant and it's only fair that you do something for them in return."

Jennifer was horrified. The thought of letting one man, never mind two, putting his penis anywhere near her mouth disgusted her. The boys at school were always begging her to do it for them too but she had always resisted their advances. Now she was expected to do it in public, with her own uncle, not to mention another man too? No! That was going too far. She shook her head resolutely. But why could she feel the heat building between her legs even as she refused to cooperate with their evil plan?

"Well it would be a shame to let these fine pieces of meat go to waste. If you're not going to do it, I sure am."

It was only as the woman got down on her knees in front of Jennifer's uncle that she noticed the woman was already rubbing the bulge in front of his trousers. She spun around to see if the other man was going to protest about his wife playing with another man's cock but he already had his own erection out and was tugging on it, obviously revelling in the actions of his sexy partner.

When the man pulled her closer to him and kissed her openly on the lips, his tongue forcing its way between her young lips, she tried to push him back but then she heard her uncle whispering into her ear again.

"You either suck his cock or suck mine. Your choice. But hurry up and choose or we send that recording to your grandfather right now."

Jennifer knew she was defeated, knew she had no choice, knew she could never allow her poor grandfather to see the proof that she had acted no better than the slut who had now pulled out her uncle's admittedly impressive cock and who was sucking on it with a hunger that mystified and aroused the young girl. Sliding to the floor in dismay, she literally pushed the other woman off her uncle and got into position before him.

The other couple simply laughed at her again before the woman sidled over to her husband and, barely seeming to care whose cock was in her mouth, she resumed her energetic sucking and left Jennifer to satisfy her uncle.

The poor girl was now faced with a throbbing cock, her uncle's throbbing cock, for the first time ever. She wasn't sure how she should begin, it looked so big and angry in front of her face. Looking across at the other couple she decided to follow the woman's lead and nervously reached out her hand to hold her first cock. It felt so hard yet smooth and her moistening pussy made her think that maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

When her impatient uncle pushed it against her lips she opened them slowly and allowed him to push into her mouth. As he pushed deeper in she tried to control his thrust with her hand while her mouth struggled to accept his wide girth. She thought she had done enough and tried to pull back but he put his strong hand on the back of her head and pushed her even further forward.

Her eyes started to water as he nudged the entrance to her throat but she couldn't deny that she loved the feeling of him filling her virgin mouth, loved his taste, loved his strength, loved his power. It suddenly mattered to her that she should be seen as a grown woman, as just as good at sucking a cock as the slut kneeling next to her.

As her uncle forced himself into her throat, she forced herself to accept what was happening, telling herself that this is what women had to do. Looking up she saw that her uncle had his eyes closed, his head thrown back as he now roughly fucked her mouth and she knew she was doing something right. Her own juices were running freely between her legs again as she rejoiced in being a woman when her uncle suddenly thrust deeper than ever before.

His whole body seemed to stiffen as he called out her name, "Jennifer!" and tried to push her face even closer to his body. The sound of her name being used in this way, in this place, by her own uncle, seemed to bring her to her senses and she suddenly pushed away. But it was too late.

Her uncle's cum shot from his cock, and although she had freed her mouth, it still hit her. It hit her across the face, time and time again. She couldn't escape the onslaught of his cum as he still had a hold of her hair but, when he finally finished and relaxed his grip, the poor girl broke free and ran from the club.

She was so desperate to get away from there, away from her perverted uncle, that she forgot her face was covered in streaks of his white cum. It was only when she burst into the hotel and everyone turned to stare at her that she realised how she must look. She burst into tears as she ran to her room, the condemnation of the other guests and the staff ringing in her ears.

"Slut!" they called her. "Tramp!" "Whore!"

Once Jennifer reached her room she ran straight into the bathroom. Her only thought was to scrub herself clean and she quickly stripped off what little clothes she was wearing. Turning up the water as hot as she could stand it, she let it wash over her, let it wash away her uncle's cum, let it wash away her sin. She must have stood there for nearly half an hour and still she didn't feel clean. Reaching for her shower gel she began to wash herself, first her face, then her body and finally her legs.

It was only when then that things started to go wrong again. As she washed between her long, smooth legs she started to feel that tingle in her private place that she was beginning to recognise all too easily and beginning to enjoy much too readily. Her soapy fingers found their way to her sensitive lips and they began to slide back and forward almost of their own free will.

When they suddenly nudged against her engorged clit the squeal of pleasure that escaped from her mouth brought her back to her senses. She quickly rinsed the suds from her young body and turned the shower to "OFF". Stepping out, she quickly dried herself with one of the luxurious white towels provided then walked through to the bedroom.

Her grandfather had given her a pair of old fashioned pyjamas that she had packed at the bottom of her suitcase, never intending to wear them. Now they reminded her of home and she dressed herself in the long trousers and full jacket. She made sure to lock her door before lying down on the bed, hoping to go to sleep, hoping to forget all about her wicked uncle and the things he had made her do tonight.

But she had forgotten about the adjoining door, she had forgotten that her uncle had the key and she had yet to learn how aroused and angry her uncle was after sucking his cock in the club.

When she heard the key turning in the lock she didn't have time to get to it before it flew open and her uncle burst into her room. She could see how angry he was. She could see that it was she that he was angry with. And she could see the bulge in his trousers that made his cock look even bigger than she remembered it.

"I thought we had a deal?" he raged.

"I thought you wanted to be seen as a young woman but tonight you behaved like a spoiled child. Look at you lying there in your childish pyjamas. You embarrassed me in front of my friends and now you're going to pay for that. Get up!"

"I don't want to," whimpered Jennifer.

"I don't care if you want to or not. It's time you learned just who is in charge here."

With that he began to strip off his clothes and Jennifer could only hug herself closer, hoping that this nightmare would soon end. Yet all the while she knew her pussy juices were running and she could feel her pyjama trousers get wet. She hoped her uncle wouldn't notice but she thought he would probably just use her body's response as another excuse to do whatever he wanted to her.

As she fearfully watched him pull down his shorts, she could only stare as his cock bounced free, reminding her just how big and angry it looked. Before she could think of any way to escape, seemingly frozen in fear, she watched him approach her bed then kneel down beside it. For a moment all he did was stare down at her and Jennifer had never felt so vulnerable in all her life. Why then was her pussy tingling like never before?

Her uncle reached out for her and she spun round onto her front, thinking that would somehow protect her. All it did, however, was to give her uncle access to her backside and, even covered by her pyjamas, he could see how pert, round and firm it was.

She suddenly felt the cool air on her upturned cheeks as her uncle lowered the waistband of her trousers and she wished more than anything that she had been able to find her panties. She was sure it was her evil uncle who had stolen them but she had no proof and now she could feel him staring at her naked bottom.

Knowing he was looking at her like that was bad enough but she cringed when she felt his hands touching her, grabbing her cheeks, squeezing them, even spreading them. She tried to clench to prevent him seeing her most private place but all he did was laugh at her and she knew was powerless to stop him.

As her uncle continued to gently caress her smooth cheeks Jennifer was shocked to realise that she was actually quite enjoying having a man fondling her bottom but she told herself that the man was her uncle and that what he was doing was wrong, very wrong.

Even so, when he used one hand to pull her cheek to the side, and one finger from his other hand to circle her tightest hole, she couldn't deny how pleasant it was. She could feel her breathing quickening, and her pussy moistening, the closer and closer he got.

She was disgusted at what he was doing, disgusted at how her body was betraying her, yet still her legs involuntarily opened just a little, a little but enough to encourage this experienced man andto give him access to more than just her tight arse.

His other hand now pushed insistently between her legs and began to stroke her dripping cunt. She buried her face in the pillows as she heard him chuckle to himself at how wet she was. His expert fingers seemed to know just what to do to her pussy to make her even more wet, more wet than she had ever been.

"I knew it!" he declared triumphantly. "You pretend you don't want it just like your aunt and her sister did but their bodies couldn't lie any more than yours can."

Jennifer didn't know if she was more shocked by her uncle's words or by what he did next. With that solitary finger still sliding along her soaking slit, he bent down and kissed her where no one had even touched her before. She shuddered in disbelief, shame and lust when she felt his surprisingly soft lips kiss her tight hole before his wet tongue licked all round it. She squirmed in unbelievable pleasure and shivered at the thought that this same tongue might have done the same thing to her aunt and to his own sister.

As Jennifer instinctively pushed back to meet her uncle's tongue, his fingers started to move up to her clit, circling it, teasing it, torturing her with pleasure. Meanwhile his tongue flicked between her dirtiest hole and the area between it and her pussy. She couldn't believe how good something so dirty could feel.

The combination of what he was doing with his tongue and what he was doing with his finger was driving her wild and she suddenly realised that she wanted him to push in with his tongue. She actually wanted him to stick his tongue up her bottom!

She was so ashamed, so disgusted with herself and so turned on. She buried her face deeper into her pillows, she bit down on her bottom lip, she writhed on the bed to escape his attention. She knew she was going to cum again and just when she was about to go over the edge he stopped.

"No!" She wailed in frustration. "Please don't."

"Don't what? Don't stop? Is that what you were about to say. Don't worry, my little slut; I won't keep you waiting for long."

With that he flipped her on to her back as if she weighed nothing at all and began to slowly open the buttons on her pyjama jacket. As he pulled the two sides away and revealed her small breasts Jennifer nearly burst into tears. She hated her breasts even though her friends all told her that she was gorgeous and that her elfin figure made her look like Taylor Swift. Her uncle wasn't in the least bit disappointed in them as he had always thought of her as a young Kate Moss and was delighted that she was no more than a handful. Even so, he didn't just dive on to them but leaned down and ran his tongue lovingly around her nipples causing them to tingle and grow.

Jennifer knew she shouldn't be feeling like this but the more he licked, the more he teased, the more her pussy juices continued to flow. The longer he concentrated on her breasts the more she wanted him to return to her aching cunt. "God, what is happening to me," she thought. She had never used that word before, not even in her own mind. But now she was almost ready to beg him to touch her there, no, to fuck her there, to fuck her cunt.

But once again he stopped; once again he turned her over, manhandling her as easily as a rag doll. This time, however, he told her to get on to her knees while he forced her head down to the bed. Jennifer was so embarrassed to be in front of any man in such a position with her bottom up in the air but it was even worse because that man was her uncle. They both knew though that he could use her any way he wanted now and that's exactly what he intended to do.

She tried to prepare herself for what she knew was about to happen, what she knew she wanted to happen, all thoughts of her grandfather far from her mind. But her uncle wasn't quite finished toying with her. Instead of piercing her with his hard cock, he teased her some more with it, running it up and down her soaking lips, running back up to her arsehole, running forward to rub on her clit.

"Please," she begged. She couldn't wait any longer.

"Please what, Jennifer? I want to hear you say the words."

She couldn't have stopped herself saying the words she had never said before if her life had depended on it.

"Please, uncle, please fuck me."

"Of course, my little slut. You only had to ask."

And that was when Jennifer lost her final innocence as her uncle leaned forward, grabbed hold of her dangling breasts and thrust into her. She screamed aloud, certain that he was tearing her in two, but after a moment or two to let her recover, he started to move slowly in and out of her no longer virgin pussy.

The more he thrust in, the more she got used to the incredible sensation but then he asked her something which truly terrified her.

"Are you ready to take it all now, my little whore?"

She suddenly realised that he had been toying with her yet again and had only actually inserted about half of his throbbing length. By now she was so lost in her lust that she would have agreed to anything and, even though she was scared, she bravely pushed back on him, telling him she was ready to take all he had to give.

Her uncle smiled as he looked down on her young body, revelling in the sight of her tight pussy lips stretched around his cock. Deciding now was the time for her to learn what it was to be fucked, he thrust his full length into her, ploughing her ravaged cunt with everything he had.

As her uncle violated her, as he pinched her engorged nipples and called her every filthy name she had ever heard before, and some that she hadn't, she knew she wasn't going to last long. Having been denied her orgasm until now, her body wasn't going to be denied any longer.

As her uncle increased the pace of his thrusting, the pace and the depth, she could feel her pussy begin to spasm and so could he. With one almighty push, she felt his cock swell even larger deep within her and, as his cum began to fill her unprotected womb, she screamed again only this time she screamed with a pleasure she could never have imagined and had never felt in her young life.

As they both collapsed onto the bed, he whispered into her ear.

"You see what you do to me, my little slut. And this is only the beginning. Your teasing and toying with my emotions have finally caught up with you and now it's time for us both to reap our reward for my patience."