Uncle Bob Ch. 19

All the while, we were stealing glances of Hannah and Amy-Beth, happily munching each other's pussies, but they then broke off to watch when Stacey finally announced "Oh yes! Oh my God! Hey guys, I'm getting fucked up the ass!"

They were both looking in our direction, just as I slid all of my length up Stacey's tight, well-lubricated and very willing ass. She threw her head back and let out a squeal.

"Fuck, that's deep! Ohmygod, Uncle Bob, that feels - that feels awesome!"

Maybe Stacey was playing to Amy-Beth's fantasies, or maybe she was just being more explicitly vocal than usual, but she certainly got the tattooed girl's attention. I could see her, paused in mid-pussy-lick, staring at my dick sliding in and out of Stacey's ass.

"Oh yes! Fuck that feels so goooood!" Stacey crooned. "Oh please, Uncle Bob - harder. Fuck this filthy little anal slut sooo hard. I want it so deep in my ass, pleeeease!"

Yes. Stacey was giving it the whole works. It was the kind of thing guaranteed to make me come really quickly if I let it. I glanced across at the tangle of limbs on the other bed, Amy-Beth's blue hair visible between Hannah's coffee-colored thighs, her wide, grey-blue eyes staring at Stacey's tight little ass accommodating my hard cock.

"Oh fuck, Uncle Bob, can you save some of that for me, please?" Hannah purred. "I've gotta get butt-fucked before you go home."

Shit! I was trying so hard to retain control, and here were Stacey and Hannah, both giving me the aural equivalent of a porn-movie soundtrack while I was enjoying the tightness of my sweet, cute, raunchy, slutty little niece's asshole. Some guys would kill to be in my predicament - ass-fucking one teen cutie while a second one was begging for the same treatment and a third was probably anticipating it. But honestly, if I was to achieve my mission - if I chose to accept it - then I needed the grit and determination of Tom Cruise in "Mission Impossible 12: The Triple Butt-Fuck."

I held on for maybe five minutes, with Stacey crooning obscenities and making it abundantly clear to Amy-Beth that being fucked up the ass was definitely the most exciting and sexy thing a girl could wish for, before, with some clit stimulation from me, I felt - and heard - one of Stacey's more violent orgasms. Whether she just really wanted it hard and deep, or whether her own dirty talk and mind games had ramped up her own response, this was clearly a Big One. Stacey doesn't often squirt, but there was definitely more than a dribble coming out of her so-far-unused pussy.

I tried not to cum. I really did. But Stacey's ass has to be my number one favorite place to park my dick, and when it was squeezing me like it was, and with Stacey's vocal encouragement and feeling the way her body was shaking, there was only one way my cock was gonna come out of her ass; and that was empty.

As my softening dick slipped out, followed by a dribble of off-white fluid, Hannah said "Oh, Uncle Bob! You came. Now how am I going to get my ass fucked?"

"Hey, Hannah, just wait a while, will you? Why don't you and Amy-Beth finish what you started, by which time I should be wooded like Alaska and ready to go again."

So while Stacey, in a lazy, post-orgasmic haze, watched her two girlfriends enthusiastically munching each other's pussies, I headed to the bathroom, cleaned up my dick and balls, and popped a Cialis pill. I'd bought a supply of these; fuck, I'm only in my early thirties but just one teenage slut-princess is enough to wear out a guy my age. Having two confirmed slut-princesses and a possible third in the room with me at the same time, all demanding my services, required substantial artificial support.

When I returned, Stacey had climbed onto the other bed and added her own skinny limbs to the tangle of woman-parts. I sat and watched for a while, waiting for reforestation below the waist. As my particular timber began to grow, I could hear the unmistakable sound of Hannah, about to come. Remember, I'd heard that sound many times before; there was often some hoarse panting, a few gasps of 'ohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuuck', and then something akin to a high-pitched squeak as the first spasms hit her.

And then Amy-Beth finally tipped over the edge. I could see that Stacey had taken over the job of munching the tattooed girl's meaty pussy, after Hannah had relinquished the task while she enjoyed her own orgasm. What started as a "mmm mmmm mmm MMMMM!" spoken primarily into Hannah's wet slit, then became an "OH! Ohohohohohoh OHHHHH! Ohmygogohmygod. Oh sweet Jesus yes! Yes! YESSSS!"

So far, so good. Everyone in the room had by now enjoyed one orgasm. And, thanks to the performance in front of my eyes, I was ready for round two. I hoped Hannah was too.

"Hannah?"

"Ye - yes. Sir?"

"Do you still want to get your ass filled?"

"Oh! Oh, yes - yes please. Sir."

"Then kneel and take what's coming to you."

"Yes, sir," she said meekly.

I turned to Amy-Beth. "Do you want some of this, too?"

"I - I - I think so..."

"Stacey, take Amy-Beth into the bathroom and prepare her. Hannah, are you ready?"

"Yes. Yes - sir," she murmured.

Hannah had taken up position, kneeling on the end of the bed, her arms stretched out above her head and her face and her excellent tits pushed into the mattress. This was the position she'd adopted when I first took her anal virginity, several months earlier. I felt sure that, when it came to getting butt-fucked, she had a fondness for this submissive pose. Like Stacey, she sported a butt-plug; it seemed that my slut-angels couldn't imagine going to a meeting of a sorority focused on sex without wearing anal jewelry. I tugged on the plug - and released. And tugged again. Hannah made all the right noises.

And then I surprised her. I lined up my cock and, in one, smooth movement, pushed it about halfway into her pussy. She let out a long moan. I adjusted the angle and repeated the motion, this time going in balls-deep. As I'd guessed from her orgasm a few minutes before, she was very wet and suitably 'open' for me to enter without causing her discomfort, so the aim was to stoke up some good g-spot friction before I changed holes.

While I was still plugged in deep, and swirling and tugging the plug in Hannah's ass, to the sound of muffled but very positive-sounding moans from somewhere around mattress level, Stacey and Amy-Beth returned from the bathroom. The expression on the blue-haired girl's face was worth a selfie. I could hear a gentle buzzing and figured that her ass was full of one of Stacey's vibrating anal plugs, and she was experiencing stimulation in that tight hole for the first time. Clearly, she was finding the sensations and the action going on before her eyes new, probably exciting but definitely weird.

"Stacey, baby, get Amy-Beth's pussy nicely warmed up while I demonstrate what I'm about to do to her using Hannah's tight little ass. What do you say, Hannah?"

"Mm. Yes, please, sir," she murmured.

So out came the plug, and in went my cock - by now rock hard and enjoying the sensations as I forced myself through Hannah's tight little sphincter. She whimpered, moaned - and pushed back to make sure I went inside. And then...

If anything, Hannah was noisier than Stacey. I got my fingers onto her clit within a few moments of burying my cock into the snug, juicy depths of her asshole. She turned her head to one side and let out a stream of noises and words; "Oh God, oh yes, oh my God, deeper, oh fuck yes, oh YES! Oh shit oh fuck oh my GAAAWD!"

And so on. I glanced across to Amy-Beth, who was staring at what I was doing to Hannah while Stacey played with her pierced nipples and pressed her fingers into the tattooed girl's meaty slit. I could see - and faintly hear - the vibrating butt-plug in Amy-Beth's ass, and I recognized the far-away look developing on her face as she experienced - and grew to enjoy - her first real anal stimulation.

By now, Hannah was getting plenty of anal stimulation of her own - my full length on every stroke - and was grunting and squealing every time my hips met her nicely-rounded butt-cheeks.

"You like that up your ass, Hannah?"

"Oh God I - OH! OH! Oh I love it - love it love it love it! Oh FUCK! Oh I love - LOVE! OH SHIT! OHMYGOD! Oh I - oh YES! Oh please, please pleAAAASE! Oh YES! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck my ass, uncle - AH! AH! AAAH! Oh fuck, your cock's so good, so - OOH! GOOOOOD!"

Shit, there's only so much a guy can take, even if he's already come once. Hannah's ass was deliciously tight. I pulled right out - she squealed in distress - and then slipped it all the way back in - and she almost screamed.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! I'M - I'M CUMMMMMING!!"

And she was. I bit down hard on my lip. I held on like a madman as I felt her shivering beneath me. Her legs, her ass - all of her went into spasm. She let out a whole string of incoherent noises and bucked so much I had to hold her down to prevent her snapping my cock off.

Finally, she collapsed onto the mattress, making soft sobbing noises, and I followed her, resting on my hands. Then I pulled out, very carefully, having narrowly avoided a second coming. (Jesus, I'm not Jesus!)

I took a number of deep breaths, then turned to the girls on the opposite bed.

"OK, Amy-Beth. Are you ready for some of what Hannah's just had."

"Oh, fuck yeah," she breathed. "Only - only please be gentle. That all looked a little - brutal - to me."

"Brutal? Was that brutal, Hannah?"

Women look at their most beautiful when they come. Stacey is, in my not-so-humble opinion, one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever seen, and when her mouth is wide open and she's staring into space as the universe spins about her in a really-powerful orgasm, I don't think I could find anyone anywhere - in Hollywood, in classical painting, in Greek sculpture - who ever looked more stunning. Seeing Hannah in a similar state, her huge brown eyes wide in orgasmic shock, her full lips pulled back over her even, white teeth, her rich, dark hair mussed over her face, I felt she came very close to matching my slut-princess for sheer, erotic gorgeousness.

All that Hannah could muster was a long sigh. "Awesome! Fucking awesome!"

"Don't worry, Amy-Beth, I'll be as gentle as you want me to be, and I'm sure Stacey will help you on your way to your first, full-on anal orgasm."

The tattooed girl looked a little unconvinced, but I suggested that she adopt a suitable position. After a brief discussion with Stacey, she chose prone-bone; flat on the bed, with a small pillow under her skinny hips. I would've suggested Hannah's ass-up pose, or maybe spoons. But each to their own.

Stacey slid onto the bed beside Amy-Beth, slipped a hand under her friend's body to stroke her clit, and they started kissing. I teased Amy-Beth's ass with the plug - she let out a few squeals and moans as I did so, and a cry of 'OH FUCK!' when I pulled the plug right out - and then, unsatisfied that the hole was big enough, I started with two and then three fingers. There were a few quiet whimpers, but nothing else. I used the tapered vibrator, which seemed to help raise the excitement level a little.

When I felt I'd opened her sufficiently to allow my cock inside, and applied enough lube to grease a tractor, I finally lined up.

"Are you ready, Amy-Beth."

"I - I think so," came an almost-whispered reply.

"Baby, you're cleaned, stretched, lubed and my cock's pressing on your tight little ring. If we wait much longer, you're gonna close up again. So do you want this? Do you want to try a cock in your ass."

"Er - er, yes. Please." Again, soft, hesitant.

I decided against trying to get any more out of her at this stage, so I took that as permission and pushed.

She let out a high-pitched little yelp. I heard her gasp "Oh my!", and then another squeak in her throat as she experienced the pressure on her sphincter.

"Oh! Oh my! Oh - oh fuck. Please stop. Please..."

"What's up, baby?" I asked. I had about half the head of my dick inside her ring, possibly the most uncomfortable place to stop for either of us, so I needed to either press on or pull out.

"It - it hurts. Please. It's stretching my ass so much," she murmured.

Stacey came to the rescue. "Hey, sweetie, just hang on in there for a moment. Sometimes, you're kinda nervous and tense to start with, and it can hurt a little. Just give Bob a moment to get his dick inside you. Then he can stop, and you can let your ass relax around him. I promise it'll feel better."

Amy-Beth turned her head to try to look back at me. "Promise me - promise you'll pull out if - if it hurts too much?"

"Of course, baby. Try pushing out - like you were trying to take a shit. Do it now." And as I felt her asshole dilate, I pushed. She let out a squeal and kicked her legs. And the head of my cock pushed through her ring.

For a few moments, she just lay there, panting. "That was - huh, huh, huh, huh - that was fucking - huh, huh, huh - fucking painful. How - huh, huh, huh - how is it so good for - for - huh, huh - you guys when it - it fucking HURTS so much?"

"Whoa, Amy-Beth. Just hold it there for a moment." Stacey was stroking the blue hair even as her other hand continued cupping the dragon's tongue while sliding her finger between those prominent pussy lips. "Breathe. Feel the good sensations from your pussy. Let your butthole relax a little. You're too tense, and your ass won't let itself be fucked. Me and Hannah, we know how good it can feel so we chill and open. You're kinda expecting pain, so you tense up and you get pain."

Amy-Beth looked up at her, and I could see she was conflicted.

"Just hold still, baby. I'm not gonna move until I think you're ready. Breathe. Like Stacey says, just feel the good sensations in your pussy. Let them grow. Relax into them."

After Stacey and I had spent maybe a minute of pussy stroking, nipple pulling and a lot of kissing, trying to help Any-Beth relax, I edged back slowly and let my cock-head tug on the inside of her sphincter. Amy-Beth gasped, but didn't protest. So I slid maybe an inch further in, then pulled back. Again, little gasps, but no apparent objection, so I began repeating that motion, maybe an inch or two either way, each time pulling back to stimulate the inner surface of her ring. Apart from a few little squeaks and moans, there was no reaction, until...

...until she pushed back toward me. I definitely felt her lift her tight, skinny ass off the bed to meet my down-thrust. This time, I went in around three inches, and a half-moan, half-sigh escaped from her open lips.

"You like that?"

"Mmm," she said, weakly.

"Is it starting to feel good?"

"Uh huh." Again, just a quiet little noise.

I tried a different tack.

"So where's my cock, Amy-Beth?"

"In - in my ass," she said, dreamily.

"Do you want in in your ass?"

"Uh - yeah. I guess."

I pushed again. She lifted to meet me. I went a little deeper. She gasped. I pulled back. She let out a long moan. And so we proceeded.

Slowly, a little at a time, I increased the depth of my thrusts, each time pulling back to tease that ring. And Amy-Beth was now moving with me, rising slightly to meet each thrust, pulling down a little to increase the pressure and friction on the back-stroke. And, all the while, making little whimpering noises.

So I picked up the pace. The thrusts became faster, deeper and I pulled harder on the back-stroke. Amy-Beth squealed and moaned and sighed. And I was providing an ongoing commentary.

"Amy-Beth, what's happening to you?"

"You're - you're fucking me - up the ass. Up the ass!" There was almost a pleading note to her voice.

"That's right. You're a big girl now. You're being ass fucked. With a nice fat cock. How does it feel?"

"We- we-ird. But, but hot. So - so naughty..."

"Sure. You're a very naught girl. And very hot and sexy. And your ass feels so good. Does my cock feel good in your ass?"

"It's - it kinda hurts - a little but - OOOH - but it feels - ohmygod - yes, it feels good."

"So you like - being fucked up the ass?"

"Ye - yeah."

"Then ask me to do it, Amy-Beth."

"Wha..."

"Ask me to fuck your ass. Nicely."

"Er - fuck my ass?"

"Louder."

"Please - please, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass, Bob. Please, fuck my ass. Fuck - fuck FUUUUCK!"

And we achieved the desired result. I could feel Amy-Beth's previously-virgin asshole pulsing around my cock. Her skinny legs and tight butt cheeks started shaking. She moaned. She squealed. Her face took on a kind of faraway look.

And I then took the opportunity to pump a load of man-cream into her tight, pulsing tunnel. It was fucking glorious.

Later, we ate take-out pizza, then three of us munched pussy while Amy-Beth showed off her throating skills. And then she spread her legs and opened her meaty little slit for me, and with her arms hooked through her legs, she squealed and moaned as I fucked her, this time in rubber, while teasing her clit with my thumb until she came again.

Just before midnight, I left Hannah and Amy-Beth in the dorm room to make their own amusement, and drove Stacey to my motel. There, we made slow, gentle love until around two, and then she slept in my arms.

I lay awake for a while, thinking about life without Stacey. Shit, three weeks apart had been torture when she'd gone to Europe. What would three whole years feel like? Sure, I knew she would come home for a while at the end of each semester, but for month after dreary month I wouldn't see my gorgeous slut-angel. And actually, while I would definitely miss the sex, it was Stacey I'd miss most - every sweet, gorgeous inch of her, brightening up every day. For at least the past twelve years she'd been there for me, even if I hadn't realized that's what it was. Even when I was a teenager, I'd looked forward to my sweet little niece, excitedly running to me whenever we met. Her blonde hair would be in bunches or little plaits, her big blue eyes and sweet little mouth would show a huge smile as she threw herself into my arms and hugged me, like I was the best thing in the world. She'd look like a tiny angel, and that's what she became to me.

Yes, to me, she was the most beautiful thing in the world. She was always pleased, to see me, even when others seemed less enthusiastic about my presence. My brother and I had always had a kind of love-hate relationship. He could be cruel, a bully, when he wanted to be, and it seemed he often wanted to be. Dolores and me, we'd got on fine in those early days. But Stacey was the essential element, the glue that kept me close to my brother, especially after my folks died. She was always the one who could brighten my day, show me unconditional and undisguised love when no-one else seemed to care.

We'd talk on the phone nearly every day, see each other at least once a week, even when I was at college. I guess my college friends used to think I was a little weird, talking to a small child, going home most weekends just to spend time with a five-year-old kid rather than a girlfriend. I don't know whether I'd consciously chosen a college in Florida so we wouldn't be too far apart, but I used to look forward to going back to my brother's house so Stacey could use my body as a trampoline, a pretend horse, a punchbag, a pillow, a giant teddy bear, a climbing frame. So she would wake me at six in the morning because she wanted to play or get me to take her to the beach or the park. There was something about the trust, the sheer pleasure of being together, the tangible love we shared that started really early on. It wasn't so much that she was my niece; she was my unconditional best friend. And after I'd taken her to Disney when she was six, I was also her hero, her go-to guy for everything.

It's hard to explain it to someone who hasn't had what we had. I watched the little girl I love grow up and transform. First, she was a giggling, squirming, dancing, constantly-bouncing-around kid who seemed to be an irrepressible bundle of energy and enthusiasm, who loved hide and seek and spent hours telling me about the lives of her Barbie dolls. Then a sweet schoolgirl in blonde pigtails, so excited about what she was learning at school and wanting to share it with me and learn more, curious about absolutely everything, who studied insects in the back yard and looked with fascination into rock-pools. Then a young teen who wanted pretty clothes and to know everything about music and who squealed with delight when she'd played her first solo on electric. (I bought her a good secondhand Stratocaster as a thirteenth birthday present. I had to wipe off teen-pink lipstick from all over my face and then spend the next three hours showing her how to tap like Eddie Van Halen).