Chapter 5
Claud had not been all that surprised to get the letter from his nephew telling him about the young girl he might be able to bring down for him to seduce. He knew that his nephew was well aware of his liking for girls of school age and that he would pay well for the chance of sampling their sweet charms.
He showed the letter to Mrs. Briggs. The woman was as lecherous as he was in her own way. He could tell she would look forward to having the pretty girl from Tommy's digs down to stay with them. It should be easy to arrange for the child to come down with her mother and Tommy for a brief visit and once here it would be easy to take care of her mother with the aid of some strong sleeping drugs and then the girl could be taken care of in his own special way!
Old Claud remembered the first young girl he had gone the whole way with. He lay back in his chair and closed his eyes. It did him good to look back on some of his happier seductions. It had been young Gwenny, the daughter of his brother. She had come to stay with him and Mrs. Briggs for a few days while her parents visited another relative who was very ill and living in the north of Scotland.
Gwenny, such a sweet faced pretty girl, was thirteen at the time. He remembered going up to her bedroom on her first night under his roof. She had been reading and was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I've just come up to make sure you are alright, Gwenny dear," he had told her as he sat on the bed beside her, "have you got everything you want?"
"Oh yes, Uncle, thank you very much. I feel a bit lonely being away from my parents you know, but otherwise Mrs. Briggs has made me very comfortable," the girl replied.
"I don't want you to feel lonely or homesick my dear," he said, sliding his arm round her waist.
"Oh I'm alright really, Uncle Claud," she said, afraid that she might have upset him by appearing unhappy. After all he was kind enough to have her while her mother and father were away, "I shall be quite OK Uncle dear."
He gently kissed her cheek, making her blush although her uncle had kissed her many times before, this kiss seemed to be one of the stolen prohibited kind and it made her feel uneasy.
"Of course you will be alright, my dear," he went on, squeezing her a little tighter, "do you know a sure remedy for homesickness, eh? It is a nice kiss, let me kiss your mouth."
The girl turned towards him, not that she intended to invite his kiss but rather in surprise at his remark. But no sooner was her face near his than he pressed his lips full over her mouth and gave her quite a long passionate kiss.
She trembled slightly, "Oh Uncle, I am sure you should not kiss me like that," she gasped.
"Perhaps not, my dear, but it will help to make you less miserable at being away from home," he said, sliding his arm up so that he could grip her shoulder and pull her backwards, "Now I'm going to kiss you again-a real kiss this time."
"Oh no Uncle ... please ... no ... let me get up!" the girl cried, trying with all her force to pull herself up to a sitting position again. He kept a strong grip on the slim shoulder and lowered his face to hers. She quickly turned her face away from him, finding she could not break his grasp on her shoulder, she could at least keep her face turned from him. But she reckoned without the strength and tenacity of her uncle. He used his free hand to grip her small chin and pull her face so that he could get his lips to her quivering girlish mouth and began to lick with his wet tongue along her lips and her teeth.
He kept his mouth pressed to hers until he felt her squirm and become almost frantic for air. He raised his lips a fraction and her mouth opened to gasp at the air and that instant he lowered his mouth to her slightly agape lips and this time he sank his tongue well into the cavity of her mouth.
In and out of the wet warmth he snaked his tongue tip and soon she gave up pretence of struggling and allowed her licentious uncle to work his thick tongue freely in and out of her mouth. When he raised his face from hers he saw that she was flushed a color of beetroot, but he could tell that she had not found the experience unpleasant. He took his weight off her body and if she had wanted to she could now raise herself to a sitting position. She lay there breathless and excited in a new way, she wondered if her uncle would now leave her alone and go from her bedroom.
I expect your mother and father always kiss you goodnight, he said as he bent over her to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.
"Yes, Uncle, they do," she muttered.
"And I am going to kiss you goodnight too," he said, as one after another of the blouse buttons were released, "but I am going to kiss these pretty boobies you have inside your blouse. Sit up dear, I can't get this blouse off while you lay down."
As the young girl sat up he quickly slid the opened blouse over her shoulders. She trembled violently as she felt the touch of his hot hands on her flesh as he slid his arm round her to fumble with the clip fastening of her brassiere. As soon as the bra was undipped the cups fell forward from the small girlish cones, to reveal to his gaze the perfect whiteness of her young breasts, each hillock tipped with a very pink nipple.
Gwenny felt terribly embarrassed now and was glad when her uncle pushed her down on her back again as she could cover her eyes with the back of her forearms. His left hand moved to cover her right breast. For a moment he fondled the globe and then bending his face forward to her left tittie he took the small bud into his lips. While he massaged her right nipple with finger and thumb he sucked avidly with his mouth and was pleased to feel both breasts responding almost at once.
By the time he had used his right hand on her left tit and his mouth on her right both nipples were flint hard, both a crimson in hue instead of pink and the youngster was breathing very heavily. He now sat back away from her. She opened her eyes when she no longer felt his hands or his mouth touching her. She looked up at his leering face. She had never seen him with that sort of expression on his face. It both excited her and made her fearfully apprehensive.
While he kept his eyes directed at her flushed face he moved his right hand to her bare knees. For several moments he ran his fingers all round and under her plump knees and then very slowly ran his palm upwards until it rested quite a few inches up her leg above her knee. She half sat up, reaching down with her right hand to try and push his arm away and at the same time to push her skirt into a more respectable position from where his wrist had pushed it upwards.
He laughed: "Now there is no need at all for you to be shy or modest my dear, with your old Uncle, is there?" and as he spoke he flicked her skirt well up with his other hand. She made a vain effort to push the hem of the skirt down to its former length but taking both her small wrists between his left hand and making her helpless he now yanked the skirt up to her waist so that the navy blue schoolgirl panties were exposed.
Finding that there was nothing she could do while her uncle kept that vice like hold on her wrists she lay back again. Her breathing became even more pronounced when she felt his hand touching her panties and the finger tips moving lightly over the material of the gusset of her panties. Being the experienced lecher that he was the old fellow fingered her lightly and gently through her panties until he had her tossing her loins from side to side and her small belly heaving up and down every so often in compulsive spasms.
He released her wrists, knowing that now she would not try and stop what he was doing, she was experiencing too much pleasure. He got his fingers into the taut elastic waist band and slowly drew her panties downwards. She raised her bottom off the bed enough to help him get them down to her ankles.
He parted her lovely white thighs and gazed down at the perfectly formed slit framed with crisp dark hairs and topped at the base of her lovely belly with a triangle of wispy matting.
"You have never been touched by a man, have you," he asked softly as he placed his palm on her belly and slowly moved his fingers downwards and inwards towards her groin. Lightly, very lightly he brushed along the immature cunny lips of this thirteen year old, making her tremble to his touching and making her whirl her toes in delight.
Taking that small pert chin in the finger and thumb of his left hand he held her face so that he could look down into it all the while he was touching her up. Gently he prised his index finger in between the soft warm and tightly compressed outer lips of the girlish fanny. Inwards his finger went. He felt the inner lips like a very small mouth, protesting at the pressure he applied to get his fingertip through them and to push against the taut barrier of flesh that was her maidenhead.
If he needed any further proof that he was the first man to interfere with his pretty niece here it was-the intact hymen. He stiffened his finger and probed deeper, watching her face all the time. Just like pushing his finger into a tightly closed mouth, her flesh gripped him, in and in, he kept his finger probing until it was lost in the soft squelchy warmth.
Gwenny was moaning softly now from this new wonderful sensation her uncle was giving her. But even so he was not at all sure he had his young niece on heat enough for the act of copulation he intended. He knew that girls of her age were usually terribly excited at the exposure of the opposite sex. So he rose from the bed and while she watched him he began to take off his clothes.
He watched that pretty face with its changing expressions of shame, excitement and great interest, when at last he stood close to her bed quite naked, his immense tool rearing up from his black forest of pubic hair. The exemption of absolute lustful interest on her pretty face resulted in his next line of action. Kneeling on the bed close to her and taking her face in between his hands he arched his body so that his swollen and angry inflamed knob was near her mouth.
"Now Gwenny, dear," he muttered, "I want you to give your uncle a nice kiss," and he moved forward slightly so that his knob actually touched her lips. She tried to pull her head back but his hands held her too firmly. "A nice kiss, Gwenny, just a nice little kiss, please, for your Uncle." His voice was chiding and coaxing as he pushed his prick head against her mouth; slowly the lovely young lips opened slightly and the bared knob sank a fraction into the juvenile mouth.
"That's it, Gwenny!" he said, "Close your lips over it, just suck it a little for me, tha's right ... "
Gwenny had closed her lips just as he had told her and by holding her head firmly in between his hands and arching his loins out to her face he made her accept more length into the cavity of her warm wet mouth. He felt the soft tongue touching his satiny fleshed knob and he wondered what his brother and wife would say if they could see their thirteen year old girl at this moment with her uncle's great cock stuffed almost down her throat.
For fear of having her suck him to his climax he had to at last pull her face away from his tool. They both looked down at his throbbing monster, the knob and several inches down the shaft was covered in her slimy saliva. He put his mouth to her ear and murmured softly:
"You know where I am going to put that lovely prick now, don't you dear?" and not waiting for her reply he was pushing her down on her back and already sliding his naked body over on top of her.
"Open your legs, my dear child," he whispered and obediently the lovely warm white thighs spread apart as he placed two fingers on the upper surface of his throbbing giant and pushed it downwards until he could feel his knob prising apart the soft wet cunny lips.
It took him several minutes of slow grinding insertion to get sufficiently inside the girl's vagina to start his fuck. When he did commence the vigorous in and out thrustings he soon brought the writhing little Gwenny to a climax. Her wet spend made further much needed lubrication so that the tightness of the cunt sheath still thrilled him without causing his prick or her cunt walls too much pain from the heated friction.
"When do you anticipate asking nephew down with Mrs. Ross and the little girl?" the sudden sound of Mrs. Briggs speaking to him brought Claud back to the present reality from his dreaming of past conquests!
Plans had to be made for the arrival of Tommy and his friends and for the debauchment of the pretty child ...