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."