Uncle Bob Ch. 06

Just as I achieved full penetration, and rested my hips against her hard, skinny ass cheeks, I started to feel the first ripples of Stacey's orgasm. I pulled back and almost out, making her squeal, then thrust in again, quite hard and to the full depth. By the time I did this a second time, she was already being swept by a powerful climax.

I kept thrusting for maybe another half minute, trying desperately hard to use non-erotic mental images to avoid shooting my load, all the while feeling every ripple, wave and full blown tsunami of Stacey's extended orgasm. By the time she was sobbing, begging me to stop, I'd exhausted my entire repertoire of Dubya - every mangled saying, every dumb facial expression - and was forced to think about Sarah Palin. (That was possibly less attractive than Dubya.)

"Oh please -- please stop! Please -- I -- I can't cum -- any mo-ORE!!" Stacey begged, throwing her head back violently. I felt another jolt of her ass clutching at me as her body writhed to get away from her impalement. It was only my grip on her prominent hipbones that stopped her from falling over. As she sometimes does when she comes really strongly, she was dribbling a stream of pussy juices onto the bed. I held still and waited for her to quiet down, before slowly -- desperately slowly -- sliding out of that tight tube. She gave a few gasps, especially when my cock head pulled back through her sphincter, but she seemed utterly spent. As soon as I'd uncoupled from her, she collapsed onto the bed, her breathing still ragged. I climbed on the bed to hold my little angel close, stroking her hair. She snuggled up and kissed me softly. I could feel her trembling slightly.

Barbie was watching, spellbound. "Is she always like this?"

"Actually, most women are like this after I fuck them in the ass," I quipped. There was some truth in that. Apart from Stacey, Cheryl used to come really strongly when we were ass-fucking. As for the others I'd tried it with, well, they were usually sobbing and moaning after I'd finally pulled my cock out of their butt-holes, though it wasn't always with orgasmic pleasure.

Barbie wasn't sure whether I was joking or not, but was clearly impressed by the effect it had had on Stacey.

"To be fair, Stacey is my most talented pupil." I continued to stroke my angel's hair, gentling her like a stressed animal. "But it's usually pretty intense for most girls that get into it. Do you think you're ready to try it?"

"Well, I suppose that's why I came here with you. And Stacey certainly seems to like it..."

"Awesome.... Totally, totally, awesome..." Stacey moaned, dreamily.

"How does the plug feel in your butt?" I asked turning back to Barbie.

"It's -- good. It feels -- like a say, a little weird, but good."

"OK, so I'd like you to increase the intensity a little. Maybe around two thirds. I need to put a condom on - I'm sure you'd prefer me to wear one. Stacey and me, we do it bareback, 'cuz we know she's clean and we're not fucking anyone else, and it feels better for both of us." Not strictly true of course, but with Josh it had been only her cunt penetrated, and then wearing a condom, so I wasn't too worried. I kissed Stacey again, and began to get up.

Barbie wound the intensity control up, as I had requested, as I released my still-dreamy, post-orgasmic angel and reached for the condoms. Having applied one, I took up position behind Barbie, testing the wetness of her pussy with my fingers. Yep -- she was definitely very wet. As my fingers started to move around, she responded in what I took to be a positive way -- head back, little gasps and moans -- so I took that as my cue to start removing the plug in order to fill her ass with something meatier.

As with Stacey, I used the plug to tease and widen Barbie's tight hole. I checked that the gasps and moans she continued to make were good. "It's a bit strange in my butt, and not completely comfortable, but it doesn't actually hurt."

So out came the plug, and in went two, then three fingers, stretching the hole a little more, teasing the sensitive surfaces around the entrance. ('Fuck the rubber glove', I thought. 'I still have the mental capacity to know which hand os for the ass and which for the pussy.')

"Are you ready, Barbie?" I asked when I sensed she was suitably excited.

"I guess so. Just -- just be slow, gentle, please? Try not to hurt me." Her voice had a tiny note of fear.

"Barbie, my sweet, of course I'll take it slow and gentle. I don't know any other way. I want us both to enjoy this. Just relax, baby. Just relax."

Stacey got up and shuffled alongside Barbie, lying on her back. She took the brunette's head in her hands and kissed her, very gently. "Barbie, you're gonna so love it. Uncle Bob is totally gentle. And when he's in your ass, it's, like, the best. Like Uncle Bob says, just relax, Barbie, and let him in." Then she kissed Barbie some more, and started stroking and teasing her titties and nipples. Barbie was clearly enjoying that.

As much as I love watching girls make out with each other, I had a job to do. My three fingers seemed to be able to move reasonably freely. Yes, her asshole was still tight, but I could swirl my fingers around inside her ring without her wincing, so I guessed she was ready. I carefully removed the fingers, pausing to stimulate the sensitive area around the entrance, and took up position, still rubbing her clit with one hand while positioning my cock head with the other. I'd gauged that she had enough lube up her ass, so I simply smeared the excess from my hand over the rubber of the condom and then pushed.

"Ohmygod ohymygod OH!" Barbie murmered, having broken away from Stacey's sensuous kiss. But the 'oh!' was because my cock head had slipped straight in. Maybe it was because I hadn't over-lubed, maybe it was because my cock was a more streamlined shape in the condom, the head not so bulbous, and maybe I'd just spend plenty of time and effort stretching Barbie's ass. Whatever, I was in.

I paused, concentrating on rubbing Barbie's clit and letting her ass adjust to the stretch. Then I tried a little exploratory rocking motion, barely an inch either way, opening her slightly and pulling back on the ring.

"How's that?" I asked after I'd listened to her little gasps and stifled moans for around a minute.

"I -- er -- I -- it -- it feels kinda - strange -- but -- but -- Oh! Yes, yes -- mmmm!" she gasped.

"Good. Just relax. You can feel that I'm not gonna hurt you. Just let it slip in slowly. Tell me if you want me to slow down or stop."

I eased a little deeper, again rocking back and forth, making sure the lube was well spread. In fact, now that I'd gotten about three inches inside her, I pulled right back so she just had my cock head in her ring, took the lube that I'd set beside me before starting and dribbled some on the shaft of my cock, spreading it around and then sliding back in. No point in chancing that her ass might dry up in mid fuck.

A few more gentle strokes, each time a little deeper. When I judged she'd taken about two thirds of my length, and she still wasn't complaining, I tried tactic number two.

"OK, Barbie, you horny little babe. How does it feel to have a cock up your ass?"

"G-good. It feels -- OH! It's -- so -- so deep. Oh God!"

"It looks so horny from here, baby. And so dirty. I'm opening your tight, dirty little ass. I'm filing it full of nice fat cock. Do you like how that feels? Nice and dirty and so, so sexy, right up inside your peachy ass?"

"Oooooh!" she moaned as I pushed in another half inch, then slowly pulled back, right to the ring. "AH! AH!" she gasped as I almost pulled out, stretching and teasing that oh-so-tight sphincter with its sensitive nerve endings. "Aaaaaah!" she sighed as I then slowly and smoothly slid almost all of my length into her.

"Mmmm, I totally love it," Stacey said between kisses. "It's so dirty when he sticks all of that big cock up my ass. I feel such a slut. It makes me so horny, I, like, sometimes don't even need to have my clit played with. It's so awesome, I just get off on Bobby, reaming my tight little ass."

Stacey had clearly warmed to her role of ass-fuck tutor. I had also gotten into my stride. Even though Stacey's ass had got me fizzing nicely, the condom was slowing me down. I had to be careful here. If I looked in the mirror, there was a view of this horny-as-fuck woman with her ass in the air, and my cock in that ass. Not to mention my hot little Stacey making out with her. If I looked down, I had an outstanding view of my own cock, sliding smoothly in and out, now nearly balls-deep, inside Barbie's unbelievably peach butt.

"Do you -- like it -- Barbie? Do you -- want me -- to fuck your ass?" I was trying to goad her over the edge. I guessed that if I carried on too long, she may become sore.

"OH! OH! Oh yes! YES! Keep -- keep doing it!"

"Keep doing -- what?" I asked. My thrusts were becoming faster, more urgent. I still hadn't reached the intense, pistoning rhythm that Cheryl used to love and that Stacey was beginning to enjoy, but it was still getting pretty intense. Thanks to the condom, I could last a little longer, just so long as I kept looking at the wall and not at the insanely erotic images beneath me and in the mirror.

"Keep on -- keep fucking -- keep fucking -- my ass!" she gasped.

"Your dirty little ass? You like it -- dirty, do you -- Barbie?"

"I -- I love it -- so -- so dirty -- so nasty."

"Right up -- right up you ass, Barbie? Is that -- that how you like it?"

"Yeah! Oh, oh, oh YEAH! Right -- in my ass!"

"How do you want it, Barbie?" I was now thrusting quite hard, almost as much as if I was in her pussy. And she was pushing back to meet each thrust.

"Yes. Yes, deep, hard. Oh fuck! Yeah! Deep -- deep in my -- in my -- my ass! Oh God. I want it! I want it!"

"How does that -- make you feel -- Barbie?" I could sense she was close.

"OH! OH!" she gasped as I increased the pace and the depth even further. "OH GOD! So -- so -- so dirty. So -- slutty. Nasty. All your cock. In my ass. OH!"

"Are you gonna -- cum for me -- now, Barbie? Cum on my cock? Cum with my cock -- deep in your -- dirty -- slutty -- little -- ass!

"Oh GOD! Fuck -- fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck my -- fuck my -- aaaaaaah!"

She came -- and thank fuck she did. I was about to burst my balls. My cock, despite its rubber sheath, was screaming for release. And one glance in the mirror was enough for me. As I felt her coming, I had to let go.

When my balls were pumped dry, and the condom was full of my spunk and my spaced-out, horny self had climbed down off the ceiling and returned to my perspiring, panting body, I surveyed the scene. Barbie was sprawled out beneath me, having dragged me by the cock down onto the mattress. I lay on one side of her, joined at the hip -- well rather, the cock, still firmly embedded in her tight ass. My legs were entwined with Barbie's and with Stacey's, who lay the other side of the woman I'd just fucked, still kissing her and stroking her hair.

"That looked awesome, Barbie. How did it feel."

"A -- amazing. So strange, not like normal fucking, but so -- hot."

"Totally! Like, I was so scared when my boyfriend in school asked me to do anal. I was like, 'no way! How's that gonna feel good for me?' But then when I thought about doing it with Uncle Bob, who's always been, like, so good to me, I was like, 'if anyone's gonna be gentle with me and not, like, hurt me, it's gonna be him.' So I sorta asked him, and I was nervous, but he was so totally gentle, and it felt awesome. And so now you see, huh?"

"Oh yeah, Stacey," Barbie sighed, "I see." She looked exhausted, but happy, which was the desired effect.

"As I recall, Stacey, you did't 'sorta ask me'. You sorta deep throated my cock without as much as a how-do-you-do, then proceeded to beg me to take both of your cherries in turn. I'm only a man -- how was I meant to resist?"

Stacey giggled. "Yeah. I was totally naughty. But Uncle Bob, I bet you're so not angry with me!"

I smiled and looked down at Barbie, who had turned her head toward me, and there were tear-streaks down her face.

"Thanks -- thanks, Bobby. That was -- so good. It hurt a little. I can't pretend it didn't. Mostly just after you went in, and a little bit toward the end when you really started pounding my ass. But -- but it still felt -- amazing. How did you know to -- to talk dirty to me? That always gets me off when I'm near but I can't quite get there."

"It's the beauty of the butt-fuck, my dear. The whole point of it is not just how good it feels in your butt -- though I hope I did make it feel good. It's much more about how dirty it feels in your head. Your peachy ass is the forbidden fruit. I just plucked it -- and fucked it. You need to get off on the nastiness of it, or you miss the point."

I bent in as close as I could, given how we were plugged together and kissed her. She kissed me back. That felt really nice. Apart from Stacey, no-one had kissed me in that soft, affectionate, almost loving way for a very, very long time.

"I'm so glad I met you guys, and that I let Stacey talk me into this. Is there any more of that Margarita left?"

I eased slowly out of her, consigned the knotted condom and the discarded glove to the trash, and cleaned up a little in the bathroom, returning to the bed with three more Margaritas. We lay side by side, just sipping our drinks, talking, kissing and gently caressing -- nothing too sexual, just skin and thighs and titties and stuff. Just enough to start getting me passably hard again after about thirty minutes. Stacey and I lay on either side of Barbie, and found that she had started to get quite turned on by our attentions.

Stacey asked Barbie about Dean. "So is his cock, like, totally huge? Do you like him to stick it in hard? Does it hurt? And like, you've never had it up your ass, right?"

Barbie laughed. "Stacey, that's very personal stuff!"

"Sure, but, like we're here naked, we've eaten each others' pussies, you've swallowed my boyfriend's cum and totally let him fuck you up the ass. So, like, what part of that isn't personal, huh?"

Barbie laughed again. "OK, OK. Dean does have a very big cock. He's over nine inches, and pretty thick. The first time he took his pants off, I was just like 'whoa! That's never gonna go in my little pussy!' But he was gentle -- at least at first. And he has these really strong muscles. He can lift me up and hold me in all sorts of positions, and fuck for hours, which is good sometimes. But yes, he can be a little too forceful. If I'm not really ready for him -- and I have to be really, really wet -- then it can hurt. I suppose it's a little like Bobby in my ass. Thrusting too hard or too deep, or if I'm not well lubed up, that can be a bit painful."

"But you like it most of the time? Does it, like, get easier the more he fucks you?"

Barbie smiled. "Dean's was my first -- and only - really big cock. The first few times, he took it really slow, and eventually I got so excited I came, despite being really, really stretched. Then he started playing this game with me. He makes me beg for his big dick. It's very slutty, and I have to use all of the nasty words, but it sorta gets me in the mood. I guess it's a little like when Bobby was talking dirty to me, and making me talk dirty back. I've started to get off on it, and it feels nasty and horny to be begging to get fucked by an enormous dick."

"But like, has he tried to stick it in your ass?"

"Oh yes! That was why I felt I really never wanted to do it. One night I was bent right over an armchair with my legs up around his hips. He calls that the 'wheelbarrow' and we both usually like it. Anyway, he lubed up his thumb and slipped it in my ass while he was fucking me. That felt good. Then he asked if he could put his cock in my ass. I told him 'no way!' I said he was far too big. But he just stuck two fingers in my ass, which didn't feel as good as his thumb. Then he pulled out of my pussy and just said 'try it baby, you might like it.' Before I could even complain, he started trying to shove his dick in. It hurt like hell. I was screaming and yelling, and all I could feel was this enormous thing stretching my asshole, pulling and scratching because there wasn't enough lube. And it was so huge, it felt like I guess childbirth must feel. And I was wriggling to get away, and he kept trying to force it in. He only stopped when I begged him to stick it back in my cunt -- I knew the word 'pussy' wouldn't do it. And then he fucked me so hard, even that hurt."

She grimaced at the memory.

"And it brought back memories. You see, I was abused when I was young. A neighbor made me suck his dick from when I was about eleven, and then when I was thirteen he raped me. It took me a long time to get over that. That's why I'm so nervous with strange men."

"Barbie, that's terrible. It's like, awesome that you can have sex and stuff at all after that. And this Dean sounds like a total loser. And, like, a complete asshole. Uncle Bob would never hurt me like that."

"So Bobby's never hurt you? Not even the first time in your ass?"

"Well, I guess sometimes. But it's like, I sorta want it to hurt, just a little. See, he's my Dad's friend, and he was so like, 'I'm not gonna fuck my buddy's little girl'. And then I guess I seduced him and stuff." She gave me a naughty look, partly from the memory of what we'd done, partly because she was pleased with her little spin on the facts.

"And I had to be, like, a little slutty to make him do it to me. And it was so cool. Like, everyone thinks I'm like, this, A student. The boys in my class, they're always teasing me 'cuz, like, I'm so this good little girl who totally never does anything bad. And then I, like, blew my Dad's buddy, and teased him and sorta made him take both my cherries, like Bobby said. And I guess he felt a little guilty about that, and I sorta felt a little like a slut. But totally in a good way. So if it hurts a bit, it just feels like I'm being dirty and nasty, and it's so like my punishment for being such a naughty girl!" Stacey giggled.

"Stacey, baby, I never mean to hurt you. You know that. I always ask you to get me to stop if it hurts."

"Sure Uncle Bob. I know you're totally trying not to. It's just that if you do, it's so OK, and it's part of the game and awesome and stuff."

I'd noticed that Stacey's little hand had slid down to cover Barbie's smooth mound. Then her finger slipped into her slit and started stroking gently. Barbie did nothing to stop her.

"I like your belly-button stud. It looks totally cool. Have you ever thought of, like, getting a piercing in your pussy."

"Actually, Dean did try to persuade me once to get my clit pierced. I told him to fuck off. That was way too much for me."

"There's this girl at school. She's like, a sorta goth, and she has these piercings in her eyebrows and tongue and stuff. So in the shower, I noticed she had one in her clitty. And I was like 'hey, that musta smarted! And like, doesn't it feel kinda weird?' And she's like 'hey no! They did it with, like, anesthetic, and now every time my boyfriend goes down on me, he sorta sucks it and pulls on it and I, like, come so strongly I pass out.' Seems kinda gross to me."

I was shocked. "Stacey, baby. Please promise me you'll never have that sort of piercing. Please leave your pussy and your nipples and your eyebrows and lips and tongue free of any ironmongery. And no tattoos on your silky skin, baby. Please?"

"But Barbie's little tattoos look so neat." I'd forgotten about the little butterfly I'd noticed on her ankle, and the small pattern across the base of her spine. Yes, they did look sexy.

"Sure, they look hot on Barbie, but at least leave it a couple of years before you get anything done."