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.