Uncle Bob Ch. 12

"D'you want to fuck it?"

"Does Santa wear fur? Sure I want to fuck it. Would you like me to fuck it?"

"Yeah. Only don't play with my clit to try to make me come. It's way too sensitive right now after what your mouth did to it just now. Just fuck me 'til you come, Bobby. It's your prize for winning the pussy-eating contest. Then we can try something different."

I was in no mood to argue -- and I hadn't realized there was a contest for pussy-eating. (If I had, I'd have submitted my application months ago). I reached for a condom from the bedside.

"Hey Bobby, do you always practice safe sex?"

"Sure. The only girl I fuck bareback is Stacey, and she's under strict instructions to make sure I'm her only bareback guy." I tore the wrapper.

"Then save the rubber for later. Just stick it in, Bob. I'm clean -- I just got tested - and I'm fixed, and I prefer it without the rubber. You can come in me if you like, or paint my titties or my face."

As I understand it, there are things called dark matter and dark energy. Scientists have no idea what they are and can't actually detect them, but without them, the universe doesn't fit any theory we currently have for it. It seems there's another force in the universe that no-one, least of all me, understands. It's called 'weird shit,' and I seemed to be detecting it quite a lot lately. Barbie had just asked me, in a kind of matter-of-fact way, to fuck her delectable pussy without a rubber, and maybe to squirt my jizz all over her beautiful face. It seemed to me that if scientists couldn't figure out dark matter and dark energy, how the fuck could I, of all people, understand why mega-babe Barbie would offer that kind of service to me?

But hey, I'm not one to refuse a gift horse -- or pussy, for that matter. For safwety, I removed Barbie's boots -- I didn't want scars on my ass. Then I settled into the oh-so-comfortable saddle formed by Barbie's smooth, firm, stocking-clad thighs, pointed my dick at the ultra-wet hole in that beautiful pink cleft, focused on gazing into her big, brown eyes, and slowly, deliciously, sank into that tight, wet, silky hole.

When I say 'tight,' she was definitely tighter than I remembered -- maybe even tighter than Stacey's pussy. I had to ease in slowly. I guess the difference was because she had a butt-plug inserted. Whatever, I was appreciative.

And then we were fucking -- like, properly fucking. I could feel her tight, wet, silky pussy gripping my cock. Her legs wrapped around me, and she started moving with me, her legs opening and her back arching to meet my thrusts.

"Oh yes, that's -- that's nice, Bob. Yes, right there," she murmured softly as I tried some exploratory thrusts at different angles of approach, depths and velocities. It seemed that I'd pretty quickly located the spots that Barbie appreciated, so I maintained my advantage by exploiting them some more, carefully adjusting my angle and adding a little shimmy of the hips to rub her up the right way.

"Oh yes. Oh yes!" she continued. I didn't want to stop her, but I did want to kiss her, so I placed my mouth over hers and tried some exploratory lip and tongue moves, much as I'd done on her other lips a while before. Although we'd kissed last time, I was a little nervous about whether she'd kiss me this time. I know some hookers won't kiss; they'll deep throat your cock or take it up their asses, but they find kissing too intimate. Now Barbie is no hooker -- if she was, she could afford an upscale apartment on South Beach and a Ferrari on what she could make -- but I wasn't sure whether kissing might now be off limits, given Dean's increased possessiveness.

But Barbie wasn't that kind of gal. She returned my kisses enthusiastically, even hungrily. Resting my weight on my elbows, I moved my hands to her delightful breasts and started stroking them and playing with her nipples. I felt the rhythm in her hips become more intense. Fuck, this was fun! I could really get used to pussy-fucking this babe -- if, that is, I could control my own climax for long enough.

In the early days with Stacey, I'd had to rely on the memory of Dubya's inane ramblings to fight the insane rush as Stacey's indescribably sexy little body drove me closer and closer to premature ejaculation. I'd worked on my control a lot since then, just as I'd cleaned myself up & developed my rather-neglected physique. I could now last a full ass-fuck with my slut-angel and time it so I only came after her ass was milking my cock really hard, possibly even for the second time. But, I guess, that was because I was used to the routine. It could never be stale, but it wasn't the new and unexpected experience it had been back then.

But Barbie's pussy -- and the rest of her, moving beneath me in obvious enjoyment -- was something different. Right up there with winning the lottery and being the first man on Mars, fucking a mega-hot babe like Barbie remained pretty high up my bucket list. And here I was, my cock sliding in and out of that hot, tight and very wet tube, relishing the amazing experience. I loved the way she moved under me, her silky, stockinged thighs spreading to allow me to penetrate deeper inside her. The way her hips tilted, rising to meet me and welcome the soft friction of my cock-head on her sensitive spots. The way she pressed those lovely smooth tits into my hands, enjoying the way I teased and rubbed her nipples. The way her tongue snaked between my lips, while her mouth tried to eat mine. The way I could feel as well as hear her moans as she enjoyed what I was doing.

So you can see that control was tough. But I felt I needed to show that I wanted her to feel pleasure, even as she gave me mine. Every time I tried to shift my brain kinda sideways to make the whole experience less intense, she'd do something else to bring me right back into the moment. She'd run her nails up my back, or hold my head as her kisses started to suck the life-force out of me, or hook her legs behind mine and pulse her pussy up and down on my cock. I knew that any moment I would shoot my load.

Then she reached down and squeezed my butt-cheeks, pulling me into her in short, urgent thrusts, while her hips mirrored the action, rising quickly to swallow me and then falling back to release my cock. She broke the kiss, her head fell back and a series of moans came out of her pretty mouth. She was coming. Barbie, the hottest babe I'd ever fucked, and probably the hottest I was likely ever to fuck, was coming. Because I was fucking her.

About then I knew I could take no more. I scooted my knees forward and tried to sit back on my heels. I moved my hands to her delicious inner thighs, which I eased apart as I pulled out. I know I've said that coming outside of a wet woman-hole is disappointing, but Barbie had offered me something I felt I couldn't miss. The first arc of jizz hit her tits, spattering the corset. But then she lifted her head and pushed her elbows back so she could take the second on her face. Then her mouth was wide open to receive the third, and fourth, and fifth. And then, with an untangling of legs and a shuffle, her mouth was on my cock, sucking the last drops of cum out of me, and I thought that if I had to die anytime soon, now would be a good time, as I'd experienced one of the Seven Wonders of the Sexual World.

When we'd both gotten our breath back, she suddenly turned away from me, got off the bed and went to the mirror.

"Great job, Bob. Nice facial," she said, smiling at me. I looked at her, every stunning, Playboy-Model-plus-plus inch of her, my cum splattered on her beautiful face, and assumed that, somehow, I must have done something really, really good to have been given this gift. She jumped back onto the bed and kissed me again, before laying down on the pillow next to me. She was still smiling, and in that moment I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Then I felt a pang of guilt that I would dare to place her above my own slut-princess.

"Bob," she said, kissing me again, "I never thought that a guy with a smaller cock could make me come like that. You were great."

"Smaller?" I was a little surprised. OK, I'm not John Holmes but I'm not Mr Tiny either.

"Sorry, Bob. I mean, I usually only get off with a guy with a very big cock, like Dean. And he's very forceful. He likes it -- well, we usually both like it -- kinda rough. But you were gentle, and affectionate, and -- and it felt different and -- I don't know, sorta loving. Is that how you do it with Stacey?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied. "Sometimes she wants me to fuck her brains out, and sometimes she likes me to make love to her. I can do both. I really enjoyed making love to you. You know you're very special, Barbie."

"Thanks, Bob. I'm not sure that Dean always thinks so. I think he's screwing someone else."

"Barbie, I'm genuinely shocked. You're the hottest thing since Chernobyl. How the fuck could he want anyone else?"

"She's a female bodybuilder at his gym. She's blonde, has big false titties and a big mouth. I guess she can deep throat him, and I think she may also be taking it up the ass from him. I just can't do either. Jesus, he's nearly ten inches long and really thick. It'd be like taking a beer can up there, and my ass just won't stretch that much, and neither will my throat. Anyway, I think it's time I moved on."

An idea suddenly struck me. "If you need somewhere to stay, there's plenty of space here. Maybe -- maybe we could become more than just fuck-buddies?"

She gave me a puzzled look. "What about Stacey?"

I grimaced. "Well, you see, Stacey and me, we love each other but -- it's complicated. We can never get married, and in a few weeks she'll be in college, and she'll find boys her own age, and..."

"You really are her uncle, aren't you?" Barbie's arched eyebrow, with a few specks of my cum still clinging to it, looked perfect but challenging.

"Look, Stacey and me have been best buddies since she was six. The sex thing was entirely her idea. She instigated it when she was well past her eighteenth birthday, so it was totally legal..."

"Except for the fact it's technically incest," she replied, perceptively. Fuck!

"Yeah, except for that small but important detail," I replied. "So the thing is, I'm letting her have sex with other boys -- and girls -- while she's in Europe. When she gets back, we'll probably fuck each other's brains out for a couple of weeks, and then she'll be heading for Califor-eye-ay and into the arms of a lot of horny young guys. We're both pissed about the incest thing -- fuck, I'm sure there are places in the world where we'd be allowed to marry -- but if we want to stay US citizens and pursue normal lives and shit like that, we have to recognize that our little affair was just a wonderful and rather scary adventure that has to come to an end. Which leaves her free to meet the boy of her dreams, settle down, have kids or become an astronaut or whatever she wants to do. And me to meet other lovely ladies who appreciate my skill in bed and want to perhaps enjoy my cooking too."

Barbie gave me a quizzical look. It looked fine, but then any look looked good on Barbie.

"So Bob, are you suggesting I move in with you?"

"It's a possibility..." I said, perhaps a little lamely. "I have a lot to offer..."

She smiled. I couldn't tell at first whether it was a smile of pleasure or one of amusement that someone like me could ever consider that someone like her would be interested in a serious relationship.

Then she leaned in and kissed me.

"Bob, you're really sweet. You're such a kind guy -- even if it's a bit weird that you're fucking your niece, which I find just a little shocking. You fuck really well, and you've shown me ways to enjoy sex that I hadn't really thought would work for me."

"And don't forget that I can eat pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner," I added, rather flippantly.

She laughed. "Sure. And you can make me laugh. But let me explain something first. When I agreed to come here tonight, it was to finally realize an ambition I've had since our first meeting -- to get fucked up the ass while riding the Sybian. I've had some great orgasms, from Dean, from you and from -- from others. After you showed me I could enjoy anal, I've kinda fantasized about doing it on the Sybian, and I want to do that before I -- before I leave here. I find you attractive Bob, and I really like you as a person. But I mostly prefer guys like Dean who are, kinda pumped up. I guess I get off on the power they give off, on the big, big muscles and the big cocks. Don't get me wrong; what you do with your cock is great, and -- as you just saw -- I can come that way, which was a surprise to me. But although you're fit, I don't think I could commit to you full-time. Sorry?" That slight inflection of her voice, almost questioning her own statement.

Although I hardly expected to spend the rest of my life with Barbie -- I mean, how lucky can one guy get? -- I was seriously disappointed.

"So, are you staying with Dean?"

"Er, no. See, there's this guy called Craig at the gym. He's almost as ripped as Dean, but he's kinder and less aggressive. We've fucked once or twice, and I think Dean suspects. I really like him, and I think I'll leave Dean very soon and move in with Craig. Sorry, Bob, but this may mean that we have to end our fuck-buddying, too."

She must have seen my expression. "Hey, Bob, maybe not forever. Let me see what life is like with Craig. Maybe I'll turn out to be a one-man gal who dotes on him. Or maybe I'll stay the kind of slut who enjoys getting fucked up the ass while a girl sucks my clit." She gave me the sort of disarming smile that was calculated to either melt my heart or harden my dick. It did both.

"OK Barbie, so before we live out our mutual fantasy, would you like something to eat."

The saltimbocca was quickly prepared and eaten. Barbie drank two glasses of Chardonnay, then we got in the shower together. We were both slightly damp when we moved to the bed. I discovered that Barbie was rather more moist between her legs when I went down on her for a couple of minutes, before she begged me to stop. My cock was quite wet after it came out of her mouth. Although Stacey had shown Barbie how to deep-throat, it seemed this was a skill she was a little reluctant to practice -- maybe because she'd just eaten and was afraid of experiencing her meal a second time. Still, her blowjob was pretty awesome, especially as I was admiring her beautiful face and her pretty eyes looking up at me as she took around half my dick in her soft, wet mouth.

Then the Sybian was lifted onto the bed, and Barbie immediately straddled its large probe and settled her clit onto the ribbed cushion before hitting the 'on' button. When my well-lubed cock met her equally well-lubed (and stretched, thanks to the butt-plug that had remained in place throughout the proceedings) ass, she squealed. By the time I was balls-deep in her tight, brown hole, the noises she was making were more complex and interesting. I guess you could say that I fucked her like it was the last time, which it most likely was. I started slowly with long strokes that went deep and then almost pulled out, tugging at that tight ring and making her squeal even more, then sliding slowly deeper, deeper, until her ass was full and her pussy was vibrating like crazy.

Her first orgasm was beautiful. We'd set up a mirror at the end of the bed, but I had to screw my eyes shut and breathe to prevent me coming. The sight of Barbie in the throes of orgasm was something no man should have to endure if he doesn't need to cum immediately. I held on, and resumed my thrusting, though the vibrations through that thin membrane between her pussy and her ass were making it really hard to maintain control. Finally, I thought 'Fuck it! Craig's gonna get all of this soon. I may as well take what I want,' so I let loose with a few deep thrusts, and started to paint her rectum with my jizz.

There's one foolproof way to tell if a woman is having a real orgasm, or if she's faking it. With Cheryl, Alice and Leanne, I guess I was never really sure. I don't think Stacey would know how to fake an orgasm, and with me, she never has to. Dolores would never dream of faking it; if she didn't make it, any guy who failed to give her a real one would be toast -- except, apparently, Josh. But with someone as gorgeous as Barbie, it might be hard to tell, if you didn't happen to have a finger -- or a cock -- up her ass. Guys, trust me; if her ass isn't squeezing whatever you've put inside it, she ain't coming.

Barbie was -- for the second time. And, actually, so was I. It was, frankly, fucking glorious.

Barbie packed up the Sybian after breakfast. She kissed me -- a really nice, soft, lovers' kiss -- and left with a smile. I wondered sadly if I'd ever see her again. But I had the consolation of knowing that I'd fucked, eaten out, been blown by and sodomized one of the hottest girls I could ever wish to meet.

And also, thanks to having installed a couple of hidden cameras in my bedroom, I had video proof of the fact. I'm not the kind of guy who would ever use that against the girl -- what kind of asshole do you take me for? -- but the edited version made a fine addition to the Bob and Stacey home-made porn collection. One to share with my slut-angel when we finally had the chance to enjoy it.

I went back to Rocky's the following Sunday, with a copy of the video of me ass-fucking Barbie on the Sybian on my phone, in the hope of convincing Janine into a second coming. But she didn't show. Instead I played my Strat, had a beer, and got blown by a cute blonde in the parking lot, who I then fingered and licked to a quick and apparently satisfying orgasm. We didn't exchange names, and it seemed that was all she wanted.

More than anything, I missed my slut-angel, and couldn't wait to see her again.