But at the same time he turned the butterfly vibrator up to full speed, the shocking orgasm exploding between my thighs sending me right back into the world of sexual pleasure, pleasure that was even better because of his finger.
“Ohhhh, God, I'm coming again!”
And I was, coming so hard and unexpectedly that my throbbing asshole clamped tightly onto his finger, gripping at it wetly as he continued to slide it feverishly in and out of my squirming bare butt.
“Just relax,” he told me. “It'll make this so much easier. That's why I gave you the drinks and put the vibrator on you, so you'd relax and like getting fucked in your little asshole.”
Then, taking me completely by surprise, he apparently chose even another method to relax me back there, his tongue suddenly licking the now-lubricated crack of my little ass up and down slowly.
Until he ended at my asshole. I gasped as his tongue wetly lapped around it. And then slid into it.
“You're sticking your tongue up my butt!” I complained. “That's disgusting!”
He laughed, pulling his face back slightly.
“No, it's not,” he informed me. “Your asshole tastes like the mango-flavored lubrication I used. So your asshole is delicious.”
“Great,” I sighed, shaking my head, but not crying any more.
And then the butterfly vibrator got me off yet again, the build-up between my orgasms growing shorter with each one. I was entirely helpless to resist, instead coming and coming and coming once more.
“Ohhhh, it's doing it to me again!” I panted hoarsely. “Ohhh, God!”
“It's time for the main event,” my Uncle Dan said. Playfully smacking by bare ass one more time. “Try to relax, Jennifer.”
And as my most recent orgasm slowly left me, my wet pussy and my well-lubed asshole still shaky with the residue of overwhelming pleasure that'd coursed wildly through me moments before, the man I'd grown to love as much as my own father knelt behind me.
And then slid the swollen head of his stiffly throbbing cock between the slippery cheeks of my ass.
When I felt that fleshy tip touch my taut asshole, I tensed with expectation, but the pain I knew to be forthcoming didn't arrive.
“Ohhh, my God!” I moaned, anyway.
Yet before I knew it, the entire head of my Uncle Dan's cock was already inside of my ass. It'd slid into me so smoothly and effortlessly that I'd felt no pain, but rather a odd almost-pleasure.
“I barely felt it going in me!” I said, without really meaning to. “I can't believe it.”
Without a word, he held onto my bare hips and pressed his own hips steadily forward, his long cock sliding inch by trembling inch into my rubbery anus, stretching it open as he entered me.
But without any specific pain.
It was more like a dull sensation of increasing pressure, almost as if I had to suddenly run to the bathroom.
“I think I have to poop,” I told him, between gasping breaths. “I mean it, Uncle Dan, I don't want to make a mess.”
He slapped the side of my bare ass again, as playfully as before, having no real interest in actually causing me pain, I knew.
“It'll pass,” he told me. “By the way, my cock's all the way up your asshole. How's it feel?”
I steadied myself, then took a quick inventory of every sensation and feeling I was experiencing. Only the slightest discomfort was evident in my tightly clenching, overly lubricated asshole. The very real throbbing of my uncle's buried cock was far more noticeable.
“Well…” I started, wiggling my butt slightly to see how it'd feel. “My cunt is soaked, my tiny nipples are sticking out like little pencil erasers, my clit is sticking out even more and dying for further attention, and my butthole is…well, sort of liking your big cock all the way up it.”
Uncle Dan laughed, the sensation as his cock jerked slightly in reaction not the least unpleasant.
“I told you,” he said smugly. “Jennifer.”
And he began slowly stroking his hard penis back out of me, almost pulling it all the way out of my asshole, but then surprised me, his favorite oversexed little niece, with a sudden thrust that took him back to the hilt within me.
“Oh, yes!” I moaned. “That felt good…”
I'd been wrong, wrong, wrong all along, I guess, about anal sex. And I was willing to admit it.
Every time before, when we'd fucked like rabbits in Uncle Dan's basement, me wearing all the sexy clothes he'd bought me, lacy crotchless panties and the like, or using all the sex toys he'd also got me, vibrators and dildo's and the little paddles we both loved spanking each other with, he always wanted to fuck me up my ass. Begged me to do it, In fact.
To butt-fuck his little niece.
But I always stopped him. My always-wet pussy was enough for anyone, I kept telling him, or my mouth-I'd swallowed his hot cum about a thousand times. So nothing would ever happen in my tight little butt, I'd said, meaning it.
I was no friend of real pain, which I'd expected to be a big part of it.
But tonight, the night of my birthday, he'd proven me wrong.
And he'd also managed to include my favorite fantasy of all, rape! Which I'd confided to him many times. I don't know why the thought of being forced against my will excited me so greatly, but it did.
Particularly, being forced by a relative.
“Uncle Dan!” I gasped, panting once again. “Keep doing that! Fuck me in my asshole! Ohhh! It's so dirty, doing it to me! You're in my butt! I'm such a filthy little whore, loving it so much!”
“You are a little whore,” he laughed, beginning to screw my butt in earnest. “And a filthy one besides! And your asshole feels every bit as good as your tight little cunt-at least to my cock, it does!”
“You're the best uncle ever!” I groaned. “I love you so much!”
“I love you, too, Jennifer…”
And I could already feel another orgasm sneaking up on me, my new butterfly vibrator humming happily away on my clitoris and my favorite uncle's big dick pistoning smoothly in and out of my throbbing anus.
It was all the wanton and perverted pleasure a very young girl could want for her 10th birthday.
“Oh, God, Uncle Dan, here I go again…!”
Sexsomnia
Mrs. Rimfield was shocked to discover something terribly amiss with the young man hired to assist her at the Meadows Retirement Community. So much so, in fact, that she was at a complete loss as to how to proceed.
On the surface, he seemed ordinary enough. Somewhat handsome, dark-haired, in his late 20's, but ordinary.
From Alabama and somewhat shaken by a lengthy and difficult divorce, Alex Wolfe had moved down to Ft. Meyers, Florida to begin life anew and was hired to handle general maintenance. His sweet young daughter, an adorable little 10-year-old named Stephanie, slim as a twig, pale and finely blond, was to stay with him for a week.
She was to be merely a visitor in the otherwise over-55 community, children normally not allowed. The little girl would stay there until the man's ex-wife moved into her new home in Alabama and then Stephanie would go back to live with her.
So far, so good.
It was only, in fact, after Mrs. Rimfield heard the father and daughter in what was clearly a sexual situation that she began to suspect the worst. As the live-in Resident Manager, and with all the time in the world on her hands, Mrs. Rimfield wanted to know the exact truth of the matter before reacting.
Or overreacting.
To wrongly accuse the man of something so horrendous wouldn't do.
The very night before, in her apartment above theirs, the sound of sharp groans had drifted upward, followed by a rhythmic thumping, a bumping, actually, accompanied by rapidly creaking bedsprings.
This had immediately prompted Mrs. Rimfield to get down and press her ear into the tightly woven carpet to hear better.