Chapter 12
Nola laughed shakily, quietly savoring his big, rough finger sliding snugly in and out of her passion-gooey cunny. "Heck, Fritz," she murmured, not minding that her fanny was sliding back and forth in its own coital motion, "I was just twelve-that was-sixteen years ago. You expect me to remember something like that?"
She liked the feel of his broad palm sliding down her back to just above the flare of her hips as he expertly worked her over with his hand buried in the deep, shadowy Vee between her parted thighs. "I don't think a girl ever forgets when she was de-flowered," Fritz chuckled softly, indulgently. "I know that I remember, indelibly clear, my first piece of tail."
"Boys would," Nola sniffed-and smelled the musky, warm aroma of her pussy that was snuck-led around his enchanting digit. Hazily, she wished he would stop fooling and fingering around and get down to business and take off his clothes and give it to her with his nature-intended tool.
"I was-I was just a blooming twelve," she said, voice labored because he was drawing her out, near a juicy climax. "Oooooooh, Lordy, I'm cumming, Fritz." And he began jabbing his fuck-finger in and out of her faster and faster, twisting it back and forth in a rotary motion as he diddled her clutching twat.
"It was on a Friday," she panted, eyes closed as she savored the sweet nuances of orgasm. "My uncle picked me up right after school to take me to the mountains with the rest of the family for a Fourth of July outing. Ooooooohhhhh, Fritz, that's soooooooo good, your finger in me. Keep finger-fucking me like that and I'll faint from sheer pleasure."
"Go on," he whispered, kissing her ear, her cheek, her throat, her hot, dry lips the sculpted ivory crowns of her titties, the turgid nipples.
"He was-he was-he was in his thirties-like a second father." She struggled to talk as ripples of erotic delight continued rippling outward from the center of her womanhood. "We had a car breakdown about halfway to the camp. In the middle of nowhere. And it was getting dark and was still so hot."
Nola arched her back so she could curve her pussy and tingling mound outward and upward into his palm. "He suggested I take a swim in the small river nearby while he worked on the car. I didn't-I didn't think anything of going down behind some bushes and taking off my clothes and-and -Ooooooh, Fritz, suck my titties and finger-fuck me fast again!-slipping into the water."
"You provoked him to do it to you," Fritz teased accusingly.
"Nooooooooooo," Nola whined, thrusting her snatch out and up to get all of his finger. She laughed nervously from the memory. "I was developing. Okay? But my breasts weren't big; I had just-a little bit of fuzz around it and I had never given sex a thought."
She groaned with ecstasy-and wouldn't have minded if he had worked one of his other fingers into her rectum and finger-fucked both holes. "I do remember I'd experienced some itching down there-a burning-and it scared me sometimes. But I'd never thought about sex. I'd never, even seen a man's things-yet." Nola paused, remembering. "But I saw a man's whole ball of wax and string-the works that evening in the hills . . ."
Little Nola, the water around her neck as she squatted in the cool flow of the water, watched her uncle stride to the edge of the quiet river. "I can't get it running," he said. "Maybe it's just vapor-locked and needs to cool off. Same as I do. Is that river big enough for both of us to take a swim?"
"Sure," Nola piped, flinging a hand across the surface of the water to splash at him. "It's fabulous and I sure am hot."
"Hot, huh?" her uncle grinned.
She didn't know what she had expected, but her breath caught with faint fright and anticipation as she watched him strip off his shirt and shed his shoes and pants. She guessed she had expected him to leave his shorts on. But he skinned out of them and stood there facing her, the water just flowing around his ankles. And her gaze was riveted on the profuse forest that grew out from between his legs and covered the lower portion of his belly. And there were those ugly, but fascinating appendages. His testicles and penis- which he lifted in his hand, seeming to point the hose of flesh at her.
A sense of consternation wormed through her and she stood up, not knowing whether to flee or remain where she was. And she was acutely aware of his eyes on the plump little knobs of flesh beginning to expand on her chest. And she sat back down in the water.
Then his soft laughter, almost mocking and amused, soothed her and he flung his body outward into the current and swam across the river and back, circling her. "Don't you swim?" he chided her, standing beside her. And she watched the water run down his muscular body and drip from the bulgy end of his thing. The water had taken the kinkiness out of his pubic hair and it hung in strings from his groin and his prominent balls.
"I haven't learned yet," she said sheepishly, glad he sat down, but kind of regretting she couldn't explore his male things with her eyes. "I'm just a splasher-yet," Nola smiled wanly. A kind of forbidden excitement coursed in her blood as she tried to digest the fact she was in the river alone with a naked man-even if he was her uncle. And she was naked, too. And he had seen her naked, his eyes had rubbered around over the little gourds on her front that had been an embarrassment to her at times. And there was such a tremendous difference in boys and girls-between their legs, that is.
"I thought you were taking swim lessons in P.E. class," her uncle peered into her timid eyes.
"We are," she said, voice hushed and painful, "but I just haven't gotten the hang of it. Can't even float."
He patted her cheek and flung himself out into the current again, swimming strongly. And she stared after him, at the hard, white loaves of his male ass as they broke the surface. She swallowed hard, dryly when he turned onto his back and let the current float him past her. His big balloon between his legs floated on the water and his long hunk of meat lolled up across his lean, hard belly.
Her brain quickly made a comparison between girl and boy again. And, instinctively, she guessed why men and women were different. Intuitively, she knew that her uncle's penis would become rigid-probably much thicker and longer-and it was made to do that so he could put it in a woman. Down there between her legs where there was just a slanted parting of the flesh and she had a hole. That was why she was built the way she was and he was the way he was. And his piece of flesh had to get hard and stiff-how else could he get it to go in her hole?
"I just splash-so far," Nola said awkwardly.
"Want me to give you a lesson in swimming?" her uncle smiled. "I'm a pretty good teacher-of swimming-and other things. Nola-honey, it ain't hard to learn to swim. All you need to learn anything is a good, patient, tender teacher. Let vie show you a few things."
"Okay," she said, remaining in water up to her neck.
"Well, stand up and come on," he chided her. "Stand up and wade out here where it's a little deeper. Try to swim there and you'll skin your knees on the rocky bottom."
Curiosity kindled in her-and the young girl knew it wasn't just the idea of how her uncle would teach her to swim. She stood and waded after him, into deeper water. She only half-heard his directions on how she should kick her legs and feet in a scissoring motion. And when he demonstrated how to use her arms, his left elbow brushed gently against one of the tender little fruits on her bony chest, bringing a sweet tingling to the tiny dark button on the tip of the flesh that hadn't yet started coning.
"Understand?" her uncle smiled.
She nodded, eyes straying out across the water, not looking down, but knowing his intriguing parts dangled beneath the surface of the water only a foot or so from where her so dissimilar counterpart was positioned.
"Just lie out across my arms," he instructed, "and begin working your arms and legs the way I showed you. Take your time until you get the hang of it."
The hang of it, her uneducated mind pondered -and her thoughts were warmly preoccupied with those things of his that were hanging under the water.
Timidly, she floundered out across his forearms, keenly aware of one of his bony wrists crushing the buds of womanhood and the other supporting her tummy-just inches away from the suddenly tingling slit between her legs.
She struggled briefly as he let her face dip into the water and she swallowed water. Quickly, he held her up. "Now start kicking your feet- keep your legs sorta stiff."
She wanted to see that part of him stiff- more than sorta! Obediently, she began kicking timidly. "That's great," he complimented and she glowed with appreciation. And his left hand had slipped from her tummy and she could feel his thumb between her slender thighs, pressing against the fattiness of her girl-place. And his other hand was cupped across her chest, the heel mashing one little tittie and finger-tips pressing firmly into the other.
"Am I swimming ?" Nola asked as her legs and arms slashed and flailed the water. But she didn't care; her attention seemed to be focusing on the thumb that had slid into her little split, creating sharp wonderful sparks of excitement deep inside her.
She almost protested as he withdrew the hand from her tummy, but instantly it was brushing against the rounded mounds of her butt and he slid his fingers in between her white legs and she could feel them parting them, inside the sensitive crease.
Unaccountably, her kicking became less concerted and her feet were far apart. And his palm commanded a position that held her curvy little crotch. "Don't let my head down," she gurgled and spit out water.
"No way," he promised.
And Nola grew almost still in the water, relaxing and letting him gently nudge one of his fingers into her. And all her senses told her he was sticking it in her pee-hole. And it felt strange and really kind of wonderful. But it did create a stiffness in her hips and a hind of ache inside her.
She could feel it penetrating her and she found herself liking it-the foreign sensation. And she liked the way his other hand was gently, demandingly, too, massaging her super-sensitive little globes. "You're gonna have fantastic jugs," he said. "And a box full of fruit-a ripe cherry," he seemed to gloat with appreciation.
Nola didn't understand what he was talking about, but she suspected that it had something to do with a tinkle of pain and his finger stopping. He just let it stay there, intruding into the throbbing little hole between her legs. Tentatively, he let his hand fall away from her bosom and she threshed her arms.
And the finger sticking into her virginal little twat held her on top of the water. Slowly, he let her middle sag into the water until her feet found the bottom. But he kept his finger up her, with her back to him. She emitted a faint, "Eeeekkk," as he crooked his finger and towed her backwards.
She wanted to turn around and look at the firm hotness touching her back, beneath the water. Oh, she knew what it was, his dangling meat had grown stiff and was touching her. But, she wanted to see it in that condition.
"Hot little hole," he breathed against her wet, stringy hair. And Nola almost blurted out boldly that he had a hot big thing against her back. She stared at the far bank, but didn't see it, or the three deer that had approached the water, then blended away into the shadowy timber.
An unsated tremor ebbed through her as he extracted his finger, leaving her little gash throbbing, her dainty hole pulsating. She wouldn't look up into his face as he turned her and pulled her frail young body against his full hardness. She stifled a gasp of surprise as his hard pillar of flesh crushed into her belly, the hot point reaching far above her belly button.
His hands on her bottom provoked a thousand delectable shocks in her innards and she loved her titties being flattened against his ribs. She sighed softly as he began rubbing himself against her-she would learn in years ahead that this was a form of 'dry-fucking'.
She looped her arms around his neck as he bent his knees and lifted her, hands on her lean, quivering buttocks. She could feel her girl-gash resting against the protuberance of his bloated ball-bag.
Although her eyes were closed, she was aware of his wading from the water and carrying her along the shore. "Nice, sandy, secluded little beach here," he breathed. She clung to him mightily as he bent to lay her down.
"Aaaahhhh," she sighed as the still-warm sand titillated her skin, from butt to shoulders and along her back in between.
She let him push her feet up and away, his hands pushing her knees far apart. Nola raised her head to look down to see what he was seeing: Her skin-bare crotch-except for a sprinkling of fine hair. And she got a close look at him as he stood on his knees between her spread thighs. And her eyes bugged as she stared at the mammoth tusk of flesh and heavy balls, still dripping water.
For a moment, her eyes questioned him, but she made no sound as he leaned over her, let his huge, obscene, yet exciting hunk of meat sag onto her taut tummy. She watched as he took his huge sausage near where it protruded from his crotch and bent it into her Vee. And she couldn't see anymore so she let her" head loll back on the smooth, warm sand. To wait-and enjoy, she hoped.
"Wooooowwwweeeeee," she gasped as he used the bloated head to separate the immature outer lips of her pussy and swab it up and down her narrow groove, evoking really neat sensations when he prodded one tender place at the top of her little sex-smile.
"It won't hurt," he soothed her.
"You sure?" she asked poutishly. Nola was aware her feet had lifted, unbidden, from the sand to curve her virginal receptacle upward in an arch so he could do his business unhindered.
"That's the way to cooperate," he praised her. And Nola took a deep breath, held it as she awaited the unknown, felt the increase of pressure against the tender inner folds of her vulva.
"It won't hurt?" she whined, first doubt and helplessness hitting her mind as he pressed the big, bluntish end against what she knew was the entry to her body. It was aimed right at her little hot pee-hole.
"No. Maybe a little-at first," he confessed.
"Aaaaiiiiieeeee!" she gurgled, sensing a creaking of her bones as he dobbed it at her with little lurches of his hips.
"Easy," he admonished softly. "Tight little cunt," he panted.
"Heeeeeeyyyyy!" Nola shrieked, not liking his hand over her face and mouth. And she felt some of his tusk forced into her. It caused a ripple of pain and burning even in her little butt hole.
"Easy, Nola-honey," he kissed her forehead where little beads of sweat had sprung out. "Your cunny sure pinches your uncle's prick. But it will be good and sweet. You'll see."
A scream died in her throat as she felt a splitting sensation as he labored his cock into her snug, cringing little pussy.
She tried to cower away from the intrusion, but the scrape of sand on her shoulders and back and the crowns of her butt discouraged her. Besides, he clasped his hands against her hip bones and held her down, in place.
"Baby, I wish you could watch my prick spearing into your little twat. That's the worst part of being a woman and fucking-a woman can't watch a guy's prick banging her snatch. All she can do is lie on her back, or go down on all fours and take his prick up her snatch or asshole and enjoy it."
Nola thought she could hear a squeaking noise as his big bone stretched the walls of her little hole. Enjoy it? It hurts, she frowned, eyes pinched tight against tears. She felt so helpless. And there was a kind of humiliating and embarrassing lewdness, being sprawled out on the sand, held down on her back and having him plow his monstrous meat into her naked body.
And he had said something about a man sticking his thing in a woman's-a woman's asshole. Ugh, she thought with distaste, mind visualizing what it would look like and feel like, having such a huge organ shoved up her back hole.
"Aaaagggggggghhhhhhh," she screamed with alarm, feeling a tearing and stab of pain all the way into her scalp.
"Tough little skin," her uncle gasped. "But you ain't got no cherry no more."
Nola's eyes fluttered wildly at the brutal penetration. And all her senses were keenly aware of the slow, steady invasion of her little cunt by his massive, relentless cock.
Nola had no conception of how much of his prick she was absorbing, but she could feel him stuffing it into her, hear his panting breath as he worked his hips, stabbing and lunging until her little belly felt swollen and bloated and her tiny little lips were contorted and stretched out of shape.
"Oh, Baby, what a sweet, tight fuck you're gonna be. I hope we can do it a lot. And I'll teach you the joys of being cornholed. And I'll take you to drive-in movies and you can learn how to give me a blow job. You'll love going down on me and sucking my prick. I'll teach you to be the best little cock-sucker in the country."
Please stop, Nola was about to yell. But he had stopped. She was aware of an increasing heat inside her, all around his implanted prick that was soaking inside her pussy. She could feel his hard groin bone against her little mound and his big, hairy balls lolling in the parted crack of her ass, teasing her tight little butt hole. Slowly, her channel walls began to coil and undulate around his grotesque cock buried to the balls in her twat. And there was surge after surge of hot, liquid pleasure all through her and she didn't want him to stop. And she was fearful that this was all there was to-fucking and being fucked.
"You like it, Baby," he breathed, kissing her lips. "I can feel your sphincters begging for cock, wanting to be fucked by my big cock."
"What happens now?" she asked timidly, hoping, praying there was more than this to-fucking and being fucked.
He laughed gleefully and kissed her forehead. "I'll show you, Honey."
With his hands, he elevated her feet so that her entire cuntal area was arched upward to his intruding dong. He held her flanks, lightly but firmly and began fucking in and out of her slowly, tantalizing her with the snug rub of his passion-engorged cock against the lovely, snug walls of her young cunt.
"This is real fucking," he panted, beginning to saw his bludgeon into her with long, fast strokes.
"I feel so queeeeeeerrrrrr," Nola squealed, her body shaking and her pelvis grinding and bolting upward to receive the smooth inward thrust of his monstrous, vibrating prick.
"My God," he yelled triumphantly, "you're cumming, Baby. You're climaxing all over the sand your first time out. Come on, Honey, fuck with me and I'm gonna shoot your little snatch full of jizz."
A little later, he helped her dress. Arms about each other, they went to the car. "Like fucking and being fucked?" he asked.
Nola nodded silently.
It was now dark and silent and cool in the mountains. And the car started. They paused on a minor summit and he pointed to the velvety skies encrusted with millions of stars. "Did you like it, Nola?"
She responded to his gesture and slid across the seat to sit beside him. "I can still," she began timidly, voice just above a whisper, "feel your big thing in me, sliding in and out, deep and hard and thick and so hot. And I 'bout-pooped-when you gushed inside me. And your-peter-swelled up so huge."
"You like cock, huh?"
She wouldn't look at him, embarrassed and enthralled at what they had done together, on the warm sand, she on her back, he between her legs, pumping up and down over her, pouring his mammoth prick into her little, almost-hairless pussy. "I guess so." She shrugged her frail shoulders, snuggled against him. "Yes, I did."
She moved her right arm so his big hand could slip under and palm her gentle breast protuberance. "It was very fascinating and-fun," she added. "Yes, I liked it."
Before he put the car in motion again, he unzipped his pants and guided her right hand inside the fly so she could play with his cock and balls.
"Baby, I like fucking you so much, I wish I could get you a necklace strung with stars."
She laughed joyfully, glad to be with him, liking the feel of the firm rubberiness of his prick-that had been hunched into her so vigorously until it took her breath away-and the hot warmth of his big balls. "Silly, you can't do that."
"I know," he said, kissing her hair, scooting forward on the seat so she could get both hands inside his pants on his feverish genitals. "Anything you'd like that I can do?"
She squeezed both hands down on his fattening prick. "Do you suppose-late tonight-after everyone is asleep-we could slip away from camp ?
"And you could fuck me some more ?"