Chapter 2
Edith Samantha Ross was a terrified little girl. To be robbed of both her parents in so short a time as twelve years was totally frightening. She had no idea what would become of her, and was more than grateful when her uncle Pete had agreed to let her live with him. At least it was better than being put into a foster home, where people took money for taking care of her, but spent very little of it on her. She had heard all about foster homes, and didn't want to be taken into one.
Edie was small for her age, at least in height. She was only four feet ten inches tall, though her breasts were already starting to form, and she had a large round ass. She knew that if she wasn't careful, when she grew older, her buttocks would really start spreading. She had short brown hair, fluffed around her head, and it enhanced her oval face. The girl had large, wide, green eyes, and thin, wide lips. Now, in the late spring, her figure could be seen starting to ripen, for she was no longer wearing a coat. What she did have on was a pink dress that came halfway down to her knees.
The girl had arrived at her Uncle Pete's house at five o'clock in the afternoon. It was Saturday, and she thought her uncle would surely be home, but a nearby neighbor assured her that if his truck wasn't in the driveway of the small house, Pete Ross wasn't home.
From the outside, it looked like a nice house. It was a single story frame dwelling, with white aluminum siding and yellow shutters. The garage was unattached, at the rear of the house Perhaps because she was so young, or perhaps because she had never been close to her father, Edie didn't feel too greatly overwhelmed with grief. She was more afraid of what would become of her than she was sad at the death of her father.
Putting her suitcase down on the front stoop, she sat on it and waited, looking down at the hands she had clasped in her lap. Her naivete and trusting nature was plainly evident, almost scrawled across her pretty face. Other than her fear of a foster home, the girl knew nothing about life. She had been taught nothing about man-woman relationships, and though she was certain babies weren't brought by the stork, she had no idea how they were made.
Her period had started a year earlier, and she had been lucky enough to have a schoolteacher explain it away as a natural phenomenon, and not something of which to be frightened. But she still didn't associate it with baby-making.
Edie looked up as the blue van pulled into the gravel driveway. Behind the wheel was her Uncle Pete. She had seen him the half dozen times he had visited with her father, and she recognized him. He had always been good to her, giving her candy or a present each time he came, but she had never spent any real time with him.
"Hi," he smiled, getting out of the truck.
His smile made Edie feel better. He had a handsome face, even if he had no hair in front, and very little on top. Edie noticed his teeth looked small when he smiled, and wondered if they were really his.
Ross draped an arm around his niece, treating her as a father would his daughter after just coming home from a hard day's work. He unlocked the door, then handed the key to Edie, telling her it was hers.
Edie could smell the masculinity in the house the moment she walked in. Luckily, her uncle had a cleaning service that came early on Saturday morning, so the place was clean.
While Pete Ross went and washed up, Edie looked through the small house. It had five rooms, and only one bathroom. The master bedroom was at the rear of the house, and to get to it, one had to pass through a small hallway from the livingroom. Once in the hallway, a left turn would take her into the bathroom, while a right turn would take her into the yellow kitchen. The kitchen furniture was all walnut and, except for one chair, looked almost completely unused.
Edie's bedroom was at the front of the house. The moment one walked through the front door, a left turn would take her into the small, homy little room with a new bed just recently put in, along with a vanity and stool, a dresser, and a small closet. Across the hall from her bedroom was the hall closet. Then one walked through the small diningroom to reach the livingroom, which in turn led to the rest of the house.
All in all, it was a comfortable little house. The furniture in the livingroom and diningroom still looked new, which meant her Uncle Pete spent very little time in the house. Well, he was a busy man. Edie could understand that.
Edie went out to eat supper with her uncle that evening. He introduced her to some of his friends, all of whom good-naturedly kidded him about becoming a father. They also complimented Edie on how pretty she was.
After supper, Edie sat and watched TV in her uncle's livingroom while he went bowling with his friends. And at about ten o'clock, the girl turned off the TV set and went to bed in the new bedroom her uncle had furnished for her.
It took her a little while to get used to the new bed, and even then she didn't fall asleep right away. When she did, she slept for four hours, and then suddenly woke up in a cold sweat. She had been dreaming, and in her dream she had found herself all alone, with no one to take care of her or help her.
"Oh, gee, no!" she sobbed, and still half asleep, jumped out of bed, wearing a pair of flannel pajamas, and nothing else. She ran through the house, hurrying to her uncle's bedroom, where Pete Ross was fast asleep. He had come in more than two hours earlier, and seeing that Edie was asleep, had gone directly to bed himself.
Without thinking twice about it, Edie slid under her uncle's covers and pressed her body to his. Ross, still fast asleep, automatically closed his arms around her and wrapped the girl in a cocoon of security. He hugged her tightly to him, feeling her soft, little-girl body. But in his sleeping mind it was the body of an adult woman, and his hands began to run over it, touching her small titties, rubbing them, making the girl squirm as she felt more and more secure, but also felt hotter and hotter without knowing why. When her uncle kissed her cheek while she was still asleep, the girl snuggled all the more closely against him, noticing he slept only with pajama pants. He had a hairy chest, and Edie had to admit the matted fur against her own body gave her a feeling of greater security.
The young girl writhed and wriggled as her uncle continued kissing her, palming her small breasts, and rubbing her flat belly. And when his hand slid down between her thighs, not knowing enough to fight him off, Edie opened her loins and let him rub his fingers against the crotch of her pajama bottoms.
Odooooh! It felt good! Uncle Pete was making her feel safe and secure, and all the fright was leaving her tiny body. She pressed against him even more tightly, smelling the odor of stale beer on his breath.
Had Pete Ross not enjoyed four beers while bowling with some friends, the chances were he would have awakened. But even though he'd emptied most of the beer from his body before going to bed, the alcohol circulating in his blood vessels was at its peak, and had the house been on fire it would have been very difficult to wake him up. Yet, while his conscious mind slept, his subconscious was wide awake, and sensing a female body, it ordered Pete Ross's body into motion, telling it to do what it always did with a female body.
Edie felt secure for the first time in a long time. Her uncle's fingers running through her pajama-covered crotch only made her feel more secure, though she had to admit it made her feel something else as well. The girl wasn't certain just what this new feeling was, but she did know she liked it. And since her Uncle Pete was the one responsible for making her feel this new sensation, Edie knew it had to be good. Even when he undid her pajama top and drew it off her shoulders, Edie didn't have the slightest doubt. At that moment, all that stood between her body and that of her uncle were two pairs of pajama bottoms.
Ooooooh! His hands felt so good, rubbing her breasts and ribcage. She felt warmer and more aroused now than she had moments earlier, with the pajama top on. That she was half naked while lying against her uncle never bothered her. His hairy chest pressing against her nipples made her squirm even more, while pinpoints of fiery delight continued building in her body.
When her uncle's hands cupped her small, rounded, growing breasts, Edie felt something else of which she was first aware at that moment. Something had lurched against her belly. Yes, she felt it again as her uncle pressed his body against hers, rotating his belly against hers. She could feel something thick, like a leaden crowbar, between her uncle and herself. But it wasn't lying there, stiff and dead like a crowbar. On the contrary, Edie could feel it throbbing and pulsating. It was something alive, something attached to her uncle. It was something she had never been aware of before.
Her young nipples grew and swelled as they'd never grown before, hardening and enlarging like two pieces of chocolate candy topping two tiny vanilla mounds, with splashes of chocolate syrup dousing the pieces of candy, and splashed in a circle around each piece. And though her uncle was still asleep, Edie raised her body- when she saw him lowering his head with his mouth open. He was going to kiss her nipples. She felt more of that funny feeling burning its way through her. And she shuddered when his beery mouth finally closed over her left nipple. The girl shuddered with thrills, feeling her uncle's, tongue begin to suck and lick her sensitive breastpoints. God! It was good, really good! She felt him continually drawing the tiny, budlike nipple between his sucking lips, and she clutched her uncle's head to her breast, feeling more relaxed and aroused than ever. He was a good man, and he was wonderful to have taken her in. But to sleepily welcome her into his arms this way was something else. Oh golly, he had to be the most terrific uncle a girl ever had!
His sucking lips sent startling flashes of new sensation through Edie's girlish body. These were passionate flashes of heat, which the girl was totally unaware were living in her body. Now the heat was trying to come out, and Edie was responding to it in the only way she could, gasping and sighing, totally reveling in it, having no idea this was something taboo in society.
The girl was startled for an instant when she felt her uncle's hands automatically pull down her pajama bottoms, rolling them off her ankles. She felt even more aroused and delighted as his hands wandered over her body, caressing her naked buttocks. Edie could feel the cool air in the room swirl over her bare pubic triangle. She felt more sensually aroused than ever, realizing that her body was at the mercy of her uncle's wonderful hands. She had no idea what would happen next, but she knew that she liked being here with Uncle Pete, and whatever he wanted to do was all right with her . She felt safe and warm and good with Uncle Pete, and she was certain he would do nothing that didn't have her best interests at heart.
Pete's eyes opened, but in the darkness he had no idea whose female body was next to his. Not that he was surprised. In his beer-bleary mind, he thought he might have talked some girl into coming home with him, though his fuzzy brain ; couldn't see her features. God! She had such a slender, almost boyish figure. He must be slipping. He usually took home the zoftic type. He loved big tits, Oh, what the hell! She was here ... now! Might as well show her a good time.
Let's get a look at all we can see, Ross thought, and leaning back, took his mouth from her erect nipple. He stood up, staggering for a moment, steadying himself with his hand on the headboard, and he looked down. Her short, fluffy, brown hair puffed out on all sides of her head, framing her pretty white face ... a face he was sure he had seen before, though he wasn't quite sure where. Nothing was very clear. The man's blurred eyes roamed over the young girl's loveliness, taking in all her youthful sensuality at once. She was such a sweet-looking young thing. But God, she was fantastically sexual, and the sight of her trim naked body made his hard-on lurch even more.
His eyes wandered down to her bare pubes, seeing how smooth and white it looked in the darkness of his room. The young pouting lips of her sodden treasury was the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen, even with his mind all awhirl. Christ! It must be because there's no hair on it. Well, hell, it would be nice to fuck a shaven cunt! Yeah, man, he was going to fuck into this sweet, young vagina until he had totally emptied his balls into her tender little belly. The man was so aroused by the girl's lush angular form, he never looked into her green eyes and saw the trusting warmth there. Even if he had been able to see in the dark, his mind was too befogged to recognize features.
Edie stared at her uncle, wondering why he had gotten out of bed. She wished he would get back in. It felt so nice to feel his body against her nakedness. Though she had no idea why he'd undressed her, the girl had no complaints. She loved feeling her naked body press against his solid warmth. Seeing him stagger made her wonder why he was trying to stare at her in the darkness. Was there something he was trying to see?
Looking around, Edie saw a small lamp on the table next to the bed on her side. The lamp cord had a switch on it. She could just barely see it. Reaching out, she turned it on, and a small, fifty-watt shaded lightbulb sent a yellow light into the room. The light made her feel a little self-conscious about her nakedness, but she relaxed when she heard her uncle say, "Thatta girl, sweetheart. We should look as well as touch."
True, with the light on, Pete Ross could see the young girl's body more clearly, but he still couldn't see clearly enough to distinguish her features. This was bad. He wanted to know just who it was he was going to fuck. Oh, the hell with it. He'd get a good look at her in the morning.
Edie's eyes shifted to her uncle's groin as he undid his pajama pants and tugged them down. She had never seen an erect male penis, and when her uncle pulled his bottoms down, she was momentarily frozen still by the awesome sight. Wow! He was as naked as she, and yet he looked so different. And that crowbar she had felt wasn't really a crowbar but an attachment to her uncle. Gee! It was so long and thick, and it had felt so stiff and hard. She couldn't believe a man would walk around with something like that sticking out of his groin. How was it possible? Her eyes continued staring fixedly at the rigid column of hardened masculine muscle. She studied it with a kind of nervous fascination. Edie saw how the thick-veined column seemed to pulsate very noticeably as it stood straight out from the deep dark tangle of Pete's pubic bush. The red rubbery flesh of the mushroom-like tip seemed menacing, staring at her as it did through the dilated slit, looking so much like an unseeing eye, with tiny tearlike drops of lubricant clinging to it. Her eyes moved to the twin globes hanging in their softly swaying sac, holding his waiting semen.
Edie felt the urge to examine everything more closely. Before she could do so, Pete Ross stumbled and fell to his knees on the bed beside her. Edie wondered what he was trying to do.
With his eyes attempting to focus on the girl's bare pelvis, seeing how silken the flesh appeared, Pete moved up on the bed, sliding his knees between those of his young niece. He had to grip her knees and literally tug them open, though the girl offered no resistance. She was curious as to what he was going to do. Edie merely lay back with her head on two pillows, remaining perfectly still and limp as her uncle continued moving higher between her thighs. He was almost up to where he wanted to go when he fell forward, his mouth opening and automatically covering her right breast this time. He tongued the nipple, making it swell and enlarge. Pete drew the stiff little rubbery extension deeper into his mouth, swirling and rubbing his tongue all around it, making the little bud grow longer and harder, causing Edie to gasp and sigh. The girl moaned, enjoying what her uncle was doing to her. And now that she could see it, she enjoyed it even more.
In his mind, Pete realized he would have to move slowly. He didn't want to frighten this young quiff, whoever she was. In spite of not having big breasts, from what little he could make out, he had seen this girl somewhere before, and if he was first getting her into his bed now, it meant she must really be something special. Damn! He wanted to fuck her until neither of them would be able to walk for a week.
Moving slowly, carefully, Pete Ross lifted his hungering mouth from the small, firm, fleshy mound of tit, and carefully using his tongue as a tracer, he slowly, carefully began licking his way down the girl's quivering naked flesh. The flat plane of her naked belly began to writhe, twist and jerk as his oral digit hesitated near her navel ...
Edie felt one shiver of electricity follow another through her body as she watched what her uncle was doing. He was washing her with his tongue, as if they were cats. She stared as his lingual extension dipped into her navel, then lapped out again, seeing it kiss and lick its way further down her belly. When she saw the tip of his tongue wash over her bare pelvis, she trembled and watched him move the tongue toward her left thigh.
Pete Ross was still dizzy and couldn't see clearly, but he could think clearly enough to know he wanted to throw a mean fuck into this sweet little cunt. His nostrils were already quivering as he barely sniffed the light scent of her girlish sexuality. Christ! He'd let his tongue do the work for a while, and then he'd fuck into her so she would never forget him. He was still unsure how the young girl would react to what he was doing. By now, he could sense she was younger than all the other broads he'd fucked, but it never once occurred to him that this was his pure, innocent niece. All he could think of was worming his anxious tongue into the soft, wet warmth of her tight, young pussy. True, he had no idea the pussy was virginal, but he could see that this was a small, tight orifice, and he was going to have a lot of fun opening it up.
Oh my! Edie thought. This is a lot of fun. Wow!
Her muscles tightened, reacting to his roving lips and tongue, as his licking digit slowly traced a wet path along the soft velvet of her inner thighs. Edie could see his face drawing closer and closer to her pouting cuntlips and wondered just what it was he had in mind. She was willing to bet it was something really special. Her uncle had been so good to her. So far.
Staring at the girl's quivering, leaking cuntlips, Pete Ross could wait no longer. Many times in the past he had found his face this close to a burning pussy, but there had always been hair framing it. Not this time, for this cunt was bare and open to his gaze. This was the first time his face was about to come into contact with a naked, hairless vagina. He moved his hungry mouth a little closer to the narrow band of pink flesh bisecting its. way through the girl's crotch. Then he carefully reached his hand forward, moving it around and bringing it down so his thumb and middle finger pressed against the delicate outer labia. The pink, bare slit, as narrow as a hair line, now slowly began widening as he applied more pressure with his fingers. Pete could see the rich pink trench unfolding before his eyes, and now everything seemed to come into sharp, focus. He stared at the girl's dripping interior, seeing the viscid liquids starting to ooze out. If he didn't lick fast enough, he wouldn't be able to catch any of it. Moving his head forward, he flicked his tongue out, stabbing at the tender, quivering little bud of her clitoris.
"Haaaiiii!" Edie gasped, shocked by the electrical pleasure bursting through her. It was a heated bolt of pleasurable lightening. Lord! But it was something the young girl had never expected. Now more than ever she was convinced of the goodness of her Uncle Pete.
Thrills and delights slammed through her body and her quivering mind. What she was feeling was like nothing else she had ever known. And Edie had known many pleasurable things. There was the time her daddy had taken her to the amusement park and the jet of air had blown her dress up. She could still remember the fun feeling of the air jet against her little cuntlips. And there had been the fun of riding the merry-go-round, rubbing her young, girlish crotch against the wooden horse saddle. And there were all the times her daddy had massaged her little body while giving her a bath. But all that was nothing compared to the feeling she was experiencing now, with her uncle's tongue titillating her tiny clitoris, sending bolt after bolt of fiery lightening shooting through her. Not only had his slithering tongue, lapping against her clitoris, caught her completely off guard, it had also caused her lower, inner belly to ignite with a brand-new fire she had never known could be inside her. The burning sensation rapidly spread through her entire young body, and Edie felt it would totally consume her taut, girlish pussy. Her interior was a complete ball of flame. Uncle Pete's wild lapping and slurping was touching a multitude of nerve-endings inside her, making her wild with thrills and passion.
"Unnnggghhh!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh! Geeeeeee! Wowwwww! It feels so good, so good! Unnnnhhhh!"
The girl's sighs of pleasure made Ross all the more diligent as he continued working at his heavy slurping of her delicious vagina. Christ! He had tasted a multitude of cunts, but this one had to be the best. It had a natural flavor he loved.
Edie felt her uncle's lips press solidly against her vulva as he sucked her clitoris as far into his mouth as it would go, lightly nibbling at it with the edges of his teeth. She moaned and gasped loudly as he did so. Not knowing the innocence in the mind of the girl whose cunt he was sucking, Pete Ross intended to continue doing so until he heard her burst with desire for his swollen, lancing cock. He wanted to hear her beg for it.
Pete felt his hard cock press into the sheet, rubbing and straining. He felt it throb with an urgency he knew he would not be able to contain much longer. Christ! This was such a fresh, sweet, delectable nookie. He had never come upon one this tasty. Most of the cunts he fucked and sucked were so old they were almost moldy. Jesus! The pressure in his balls was building higher and higher, and soon something would burst. He could feel the anxiety of the semen within him, aching to come forth from the sperm reservoir holding it back. His testicles had swollen up to the size of tennis balls.
Backing his lips away from the saliva-wet clitoris, Ross moved his tongue like a lancing wedge between the soft, velvety lips of his niece's tantalizing vagina, He could feel each labiums pulsating against his tongue, and it made him shiver. His mouth tasted the sweet unguent pungency clinging to the rim of her inner scalloped cuntlips, and he almost shot off then and there. Christ! She had to be the most perfect female there was. Her labial flesh was tight, like a strong rubber band waiting to be stretched. Ross hesitated for only the briefest instant, then once again began to probe tantalizingly into the depths of her never-before-plumbed pussy. His hands forced her young thighs to open even wider as he pressed his mouth against the liquid warmth of her taut virgin nookie, hungrily lancing his tongue into her seething depths.
"Eeeeeyyuuuuhhhh!" Edie helplessly gasped, feeling his burning oral digit slashing and slicing deeper and deeper into her soaking, flushed, feminine depths.
To the young girl, her uncle's tongue seemed to roll out like a fancy red carpet into her. It unraveled like a coiled serpent, insinuating itself into the heated slickness of her feminine orifice, licentiously building thrilling sensations that the twelve-year-old girl had never known to be inside her. And now that she did know these feelings were there, she wanted to feel more and more of them. Edie had no idea where all this was leading, but one thing she could be certain about ... there was more!
Now the young girl felt Pete Ross's pleasure-giving lingual instrument start sliding in and out of her anxious pussy, feeling her vaginal walls attempt to clamp onto it like the jaws of a hungry hound. She could hear her uncle panting like a beast sweltering in heat, and little by little her mind sank into the heavenly mire created by Ross's moving tongue. Edie became totally oblivious to anything else around her. All she cared about was the thrilling, arousing assault taking place between her widespread girlish thighs. For the moment she had totally forgotten about that funny-looking, hard length of masculine flesh dangling between her uncle's loins. Totally forgotten was her curiosity at seeing it. Uncle Pete was doing something so wonderful to her taut torso, that the passion she felt building in her was completely overwhelming her.
The girl felt her uncle's hands gently raising her knees, lifting them higher and higher, then pushing them back until her rump came straight up, and her thighs rubbed against her small, growing budlike nipples. This also bared the sweet young girl's virgin pussy to the mad tonguings of her hungry, dizzy uncle. She could feel the hot, wet digit swirling through the sucking depths of her wide-open pussy.
Although Pete Ross had no idea that his tongue was dipping into virgin flesh, he could sense the tighteness of the fragrant young cunt he was licking. And so he decided to keep on lapping it until it relaxed, and then he would have less trouble fitting his thick, long penis into the girlishly tight opening. He continued licking into Edie's cunt, but with the passing moments he realized that even though the girl was relaxing, there was no discernible difference in the opening of her taut cunt. Whatever he was doing seemed to frustrate him. God! It was no use. He was never going to open her throbbing pussy any wider with his tongue, and no matter how delicious it tasted, no matter how good it felt to his tongue, it simply wasn't going to distend.
Ross thrust his tongue deeper, feeling frustrated. He licked and lapped and slurped through the young vagina, holding his breath until he thought he would collapse from lack of air. And then, in spite of her lingering curiosity, Edie's softly rounded buttocks began slowly rolling with each stab of his anxious tongue. Her short, loud gasps became louder and more pronounced as she sublimated her mind into the sensations of her body as her inner self flared into total arousal. Edie was suddenly very much the female animal in heat. She writhed and gasped, feeling her uncle's hands reach up and caress her growing breasts, kneading the soft, resilient, fleshy mounds of feminine softness as his fingers incessantly pulled at her turgid nipples. His hard cock now beat uncontrollably against the bed, growing and stretching beyond its own limits. Wild, thrilling sensations resounded and crashed through his aching body, and it was all rapidly becoming intolerable. Jesus! He had to fuck this cunt, and he had to fuck it now!
Edie thrashed about on the bed, sighing from the wonderful wanton pleasure that Uncle Pete was giving her. She loved the feel of his tongue squirming inside her vagina, and when he lifted his tongue and pulled his face back, she could feel her wetly clenching lips folding in on one another.
She ached to grab his head and tug his mouth between her thighs. God! She had to have his tongue licking into her, she just had to!
His head was up and he was staring vacantly into space, once again not seeing her, but this time because of the blistering heat invading his own body. Edie could see the vacant stare in his eyes and couldn't understand why he was staring so emptily, his eyes absent of everything, save total carnal lust. His look frightened her. Edie had never seen anyone wild-eyed before.
When he spoke to her, Edie became frightened for the first time.
"I'm going to fuck you, girlie," he said to her. "And I'm going to fuck you now."
Edie could see the dripping moisture of her vaginal juices mixed with his saliva glistening around his mouth, shining in the dull light of the room. The girl had no idea what he meant, and she was becoming scared. The word "fuck" had come from him as if he intended killing her rather than doing something nice. It scared her a little, even though deep down she knew her uncle would never deliberately hurt her. She had never heard anyone say something so obscene to her before, but her fear was already tempered by the shuddering excitement she was feeling.
"Are ... are you going to hurt me?" she asked.
God! Pete Ross thought. Where have I heard that voice before?
"Hurt you?" he smiled. "Hell no! I'm going to fuck you and give you the greatest thrill any female body ever enjoyed."
"Oh good!" she replied. "I like feeling good. Make me feel good some more."
So, Edie thought, my uncle is going to fuck me, whatever that means. Well, gee, it must be something good. He said so. She could feel lewd, licentious burning sensations in her gut, flickering through her belly, crying out that she was aching for it to happen so she could learn what new thrills were in store for her.
Uncle Pete was levering himself up over her defenselessly naked body as she trembled and shuddered. To her, he was a great animal, hovering like some huge, solid mass of passionate flesh. But why? What was he doing hovering over her this way? This was something still totally beyond the young girl's comprehension, and she had a strong yearning to learn, to know, to understand.
Edie looked down between their glistening bodies, her eyes shifting and staring at the immense penis he had worked between her thighs. Suddenly it dawned on her. Her uncle intended pushing that immense log into her narrow hole. God! That huge thing would never fit inside her. She'd never be able to take something so mammoth. Sure, she was able to handle his small, slick, malleable tongue, but a thick, hard, unbending what-is-it? No way!
"Don't hurt me," she begged, starting to whimper. "Oh please, don't hurt me."
"Of course not," his slurring, gentle voice assured her. "Why should I wanna hurt you. We're just gonna fuck, that's all."
"Why?"
"Aw c'mon, you know why. Because it's lotsa fun. Now you just keep those pretty legs wide open, and I tell you what. I won't do a darn thing. I'll let you do it all. That fair?"
"Well, gee, I guess so."
"Good girl," he said, pushing his penis forward until the rubbery head seemed to bounce off her gentle cuntlips.
Edie saw him leaning down, his palms on both sides of her head, and he whispered, "Okay, kiddo. Now you just guide it in. Reach down with your own hand, put the point right in between those sweet, luscious pussylips."
Thinking by doing what her uncle told her she might escape any possible pain, Edie dutifully obeyed him. She had no wish to look at his monstrous flesh log at the moment, believing that the sight of it forcing its way into her might cause her acute pain. In any case, the girl reached down between their bodies, then gently wrapped her small, slim fingers around the blood-bloated extension of her uncle.
Wow! the girl thought, fingering it for a moment. It felt like nothing else she had ever known. The texture was the most fascinating thing she had ever touched. Yes, remembering how it had throbbed against her body when she had first felt it, she could now feel it pulsate as his blood heatedly pumped through his flesh. It jerked and twitched and flexed in her hand. But in spite of all the fascination she felt about it, Edie realized that it felt even bigger than it looked. Now she was even more reluctant than ever to place the massive dome against the tiny entrance of her trembling contracting pussy.
"Hurry it up, honey," Pete Ross grunted, thinking if she didn't insert it soon, he would go stark, staring mad. The cool touch of her delicate fingers made him feel as if he was going to explode. Jee-ee-susss! He had to have that hot hole of her surrounding his throbbing dork. Taking a deep breath, he crammed his hips forward as if emphasizing the need for his urgency. Damn! It had to go into her. He couldn't remember ever fitting his prong into a vagina this narrow in all his life. She was going to be fucked, and he was going to do it.
A myriad of different sensations suddenly tingled through Edie's mind, winking on and off in her brain as the girl heard her uncle's pleading voice. She wanted to please him, to let him "fuck" her, as he had referred to it, letting him know she was willing to do anything because in the long run she was certain it was all for her own good. But at the same time the poor girl felt terribly frightened, certain that the stretching of her vagina would cause her some pain. Edie could feel her uncle's cock poised like a gigantic battering ram just outside the gates of her girlish temple. It was poised and ready to thrust into her, and she feared it would rip her inner belly to shreds.
No! No! Her uncle wouldn't hurt her. Her uncle had been good and kind to her, taking her in when he hadn't needed to. She had come running to his bed. He hadn't sought her out. Now all he was doing was offering her solace, and here she was, too afraid to accept what he was offering. She had to do it.
Clamping her teeth tightly together, Edie fumbled with the swollen, heated instrument for an instant, until her slim fingers had a sure grip around it. Then, using it as a wedge, the girl ran it up and down, back and forth, parting the thick hairless lips of her aching vagina until the smooth rubbery dome pressed solidly against the tight, never-before-penetrated entrance of her bubbling vagina.
"Okay, Uncle Pete," she gasped, as if having completed some formidable task, proud that she was doing it correctly. Any uncertainty was blotted out. But a moment later she was sorry for her efficiency.
Pete Ross, with the words "Uncle Pete" ringing in his ears but not registering on his brain, suddenly shoved his hips forward rapidly and hard, and the first feelings of sharp hurt from the tightness of her narrow virginal channel skittered up her spine into her brain. The young girl had to $ ' consciously fight off screaming, not wanting her uncle to think he was causing her anguish, since she was still certain he wouldn't be doing this if he believed it would harm her. But she felt the powering, drilling, blunt-nosed head stretch her elastic vaginal mouth until it slipped in, and her cuntal membranes covered the pulsing point like a skin-tight condom. The cockhead made a slight "pop" as it fitted in, and it completely overwhelmed the pretty young girl with unexpected pain.
"Aaaaannnngggghhhh! Ohhhhhh no-o-o-o-o- ... " she wailed, as the force of his sudden entry into her pounded through her twelve-year-old body like the sudden stabbing of a white-hot sword.
Edie felt herself impossibly stretched in the corridor between her delicate thighs, and she responded immediately by pounding her soft, round buttocks solidly into the firm mattress under her in an attempt to escape the rest of the impalement. Her reaction was purely from the gut, coming automatically, as if fighting for self-preservation, even though her mind still wanted to make her uncle happy by not resisting him. For an instant she was certain she would black out because of the intense pain racking her body, but after the first blast of burning agony she was able to bring herself under control. Pleasing her uncle was the single most important thing at the moment. He had taken her away from the fate of a foster home, and she was certain his intentions were good. Everything would work out. Yes, yes!
Pete Ross felt a demanding urge in his balls. He was certain they would explode with sensation because of the tightness of her vaginal hallway gripping and sucking on his cockhead. Ross tried to block a multitude of things from his mind, including the overpowering urge to ram the rest of his cock all the way into her tightness. Her cries made him hesitate, but only for a moment. Having so sweet and sensual and tight a young body under him, writhing helplessly, was intensely stimulating, especially when most of the women he fucked had been blowsy, middle-aged women who were cock-starved and loose-cunted. He had to have this young piece of meat. He had to fuck her, no matter what the consequences. He cocked his hips and rammed forward again, sinking his stone-solid cock another inch into the girl's tight, clutching pussy.
"Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, her eyes rolling upward. "Ohhhhhh Goddddd! Pleeeaaaasssseeee!" the girl whimpered in wild anguish and desperation, wanting her uncle to at least give her inner tunnel a chance to adjust to his thickness before driving more of it into her. She felt a mad conglomeration of wild throbbing, shooting, tearing pains as they crashed into her in wave after wave.
Edie finally resigned herself that this was going to be a totally agonizing experience. She could do nothing but accept what was going to happen to her, much as it anguished her. If her uncle powered forward again, she knew it would be the last sensation she would feel on earth.
She was almost right as the mighty cock tore through her hymen as if it were a wall of tissue paper, and the worst pain of all began lancing through her, making her writhe and twist in tormented anguish. Resistance of any kind was totally useless, and the girl forced herself not to tighten up. Little by little she relaxed as her uncle's long, hard cock began sinking into the very depths of her widely stretched, tortured pussy. The immense, burning, hotly throbbing head seemed to sear its way through her delicate membranes, now riding easily through her wetly clinging inner passage. It pushed her cuntal walls outward as it sank deeper and deeper into her tight, narrow interior.
Edie took a deep breath and held it, and suddenly realized that her uncle was firmly embedded in her, up to the hilt, filling her to the belly. When he pulled back she braced herself for more pain, and when he pushed forward, she felt his throbbing cock slide in with no resistance this time, like a sword into a custom-made scabbard. She gasped, her mind confused as she realized there was less pain with this thrust. And as he continued moving in and out of her, the agony became less and less until it subsided altogether. Each time he rammed forward, the girl felt his scrubby pubic hair against her sensitive, bare pelvis, creating a scratchy sensation against her delicate skin.
"Oooooh, Uncle Pete," the girl gasped, still afraid to move, fearful that the excruciating agony would return. She felt as if he had spiked her to the bed. One false move would result in her being disembowled.
Uncle Pete! Uncle Pete! The words rang in Pete Ross's brain, and suddenly he realized he was staring down into the face of his twelve-year-old niece.
My God, he thought, what am I doing?
But even as he thought it, he continued pounding into her, unable to stop himself. He was fucking his brother's daughter, and he was enjoying it! He loved the taut clutch of her vaginal walls, holding him, sucking him deeper, pulling him further and further into her. It first came to him that she had been screeching in pain, but he was also aware that she was no longer crying out. For a brief instant he wondered if the young girl had fainted, and as he powered his driving cock forward, he flexed the glans, expanding it to the utmost as it drove a little deeper into her unrestrained depths.
"Ohhhhhh, Uncle Pete," she sighed softly, making the violator realize that she was not only getting used to his penis, but was also starting to enjoy it.
No wonder she's so damn tight, he thought. She was a virgin. My God! I've popped her cherry.
Her gasps had turned to sighs, and Pete Ross was glad she was making sounds of pleasure. It let him know he was doing a good job. And if he couldn't tug his cock out of her, knowing who she was, at least he could make her enjoy the fuck. The girl looked beautiful and exciting under him, reacting perfectly to the way he was thrusting his cock into and out of her.
Edie felt him tug his monstrous pole back until only the solid head remained lodged between her inner lips, and then she felt him pounding forward, driving the entire length of solid meat into her weeping depths.
"Huuunnnhhh!" Edie gasped, realizing her tiny, narrow vaginal interior had swelled enough to swallow up the massive log her uncle had thrust into her. More than that, she realized a new heated sensation was enlarging in her belly, swelling with each of his forward thrusts. And it wasn't pain. It definitely wasn't pain.
Each time she felt Uncle Pete pull his fat prick back, the girl could sense her vaginal walls shutting after it, as if aching to return to their former state. Then, as he thrust back into her, the walls seemed to gladly give way, as if enjoying this game of attack and retreat.
The sensation of being helplessly skewered like a piglet gradually faded, replaced by more of the wonderful, heated thrills building up in her belly. The girl knew she was different than she had been before. She was letting her uncle use her body to keep her from feeling insecure. Yes, yes, the lance working in and out of her made her feel as if she had become part of her uncle for a short while, and Edie was no longer afraid. The more he fucked into her, the more secure she felt. And knowing how much he was enjoying doing this to her, Edie felt certain that her uncle would want her around for a long, long time.
Not wanting him to think he was still hurting her, Edie decided she should let him know how much she was enjoying this. Each forward thrust made her feel better and better, and as he continued pummeling his long hard stick in and out of her tight, set, sucking passageway, the sensations became so strong, the girl suddenly realized this was the best feeling she had ever had in her entire life.
"Ooooohhhhh, Uncle Pete, keep doing that," she gasped. "It feels so good, so good!"
Edie could see him smile as he heard her words. She could tell her uncle understood what she was saying, and she felt even better, seeing the honest lust shining in his wide-awake eyes as he stared at her. The girl felt him driving his hard cock up between her loins with all the pent-up energy he could muster. And Edie responded to Pete's fucking with a lifting of her asscheeks from the bed beneath. This was fabulous. She could feel something even stronger pass the burning thrills filling her body. There was a mounting sensation inside her, and she knew if her uncle could keep up his poling of her tight pussy she would soon feel something fabulous. It was lurking down there, just waiting to come out.
The girl felt his thudding balls slam against her asscheeks each time he powered into her, and the dangling testicles were an enhancement of everything she was feeling. She watched as Pete Ross rose from his elbows to the palms of his hands, enabling him to drive even deeper and harder into the sucking, swirling center of his beautiful young niece. Edie was breathing more and more heavily, feeling her hot cunt dilate with each breath she took. Her pretty tongue was tucked in the right corner of her half-open mouth as she all but wheezed to take in more air.
The young girl was the most single sensuous female Pete Ross had ever seen in a lifetime of fucking. He wanted to pound into Edie until she screamed out her orgasmic passion and lust. Christ! Young virgins were no different from older women when it came to enjoying sex.
Edie rolled her head from side to side as Ross mercilessly pounded away into her. Her hips automatically lifted and lowered, responding to his fucking thrusts. The girl, with her head on two pillows, was able to look down the length of their joined bodies each time Pete Ross backstroked. Her eyes looked past her twin, budding breasts, past the flatness of her belly, and finally at the link joining her naked body to that of her uncle. Edie sensed her tight, pink cunt willingly yielding to the man's downward thrusts, welcoming his cock into her narrow, confined depths with tight, pressuring squeezes. She felt his curling, pelvic growth scrub the bare flesh of her own pubis as their aching groins continued slamming hotly together. She could see the way her inner labia seemed to curl out each time her uncle's cock withdrew from inside her. Edie thrilled to the weighty smack of his testicles against her asscheeks. She noticed his balls weren't dangling quite as low now. They no longer hit against her so asshole. But she was dipping and stroking his hard cock into her at a faster and faster rate of speed, and she liked the feel of the massive testicles hitting her flesh each time his monstrous cock sank itself into the twitching depths of her squeezing pussy. Edie could feel excited dribbles of lubrication running out of her vagina, soaking her thighs and buttocks. She was certain her uncle's leathery sac was also covered with her secretions. And the outpouring grease coating her uncle's cock made it slide all the more easily back and forth inside her tight vagina. Her hot burning channel of lust ached for more and more.
Pete Ross knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would be blasting a load of hot sperm into his niece's outstretched cunt. God! He couldn't wait. He would show her how to take care of herself, afterward. And after her next menstrual period, he would start her on the pill. But for now he had to know the enjoyment of shooting into this hot little pussy. It was a quim made to hold his madly thrusting cock.
As the sensations became more and more intense in her quaking little belly, Edie knew this was the start of something big and important. There was more than mere protection behind what her uncle was doing to her. Oh, she could feel the love. Edie had never doubted for one instant that her uncle loved her, even if Pete Ross hadn't realized it until now. But there was more. There was a special something which she would later learn was pure physical lust. Lust was something totally unfamiliar to her, at least as a word, though she had the feeling very strongly herself.
The girl felt Ross's cock sliding in and out of her taut twat like an insistent master, demanding that she totally surrender to his will. Any efforts at resistance would be futile, but at this point, Edie had no will to resist. She wanted to surrender herself entirely to him, and do whatever he wished.
The sensations he was poling into her were overwhelming her entire being, and the girl kept her head raised so she could enjoy the sight of his massive flesh column filling her up. As it ploughed more and more deeply into her inflamed passageway the girl came to understand that the slap of her uncle's sperm-filled balls against her cuntal mouth each time he thrust forward was what made the feelings grow. True, she had no idea what was inside the tightening leather sac dangling under his cock. In fact, she was certain the hanging balls were there for the sole purpose of slapping into her outer cuntlips and thereby enhancing the sensations inside her. She stretched her thighs as widely apart as possible to give his stabbing cock total access to the churning depths of her aroused cunt.
The pink, hotly grasping rim of her taut young vulva seemed to move in and out with the thrusting movements of his lancing cock. Not only did she pick up the rhythm of his meat driving in and out of her, but inadvertently took control by speeding up her own rhythm and making the man's body dance with hers.
Pete Ross felt the surging power of his heated sperm suddenly start rising in him. There was no way he could hold the tide back, and though he ached to make the girl come, he knew there was no way to stop what had started. The hot seed was racing from his balls into the tubes leading to his hard cock. Now the gooey liquid was racing up the tube in the underside of his phallus, feeling the girl's thighs tighten around him. Maybe, just maybe she was on the verge. Maybe he could make her come too. Muscle straining pleasure shot through Ross's body, and he tensed, his muscle cords suddenly straining to their utmost. He could feel the sperm ready to shoot from the enlarged, swollen tip of his elongated, stiffened cock, and he found himself caught up in a wild, wonderful world of ecstasy the like of which he had never imagined to exist. And then the entire world was blasting out of his body through the narrow slit in the head of his swollen cock. It began jerking, twisting, and spurting madly.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! YYYYYAAAAAGGGG HHHHH!" Ross shouted, "Owwwwwooooo!" Edie gasped as she felt the first, heated blasts of-simmering sperm shoot up into the depths of her tiny womb. The girl felt herself being buffeted wildly about on the bed under her uncle's thrusting body, feeling waves of lust smash against her belly.
The flooding heat started expanding in her anguished stomach, causing her stomach muscles to tighten and jerk frantically as one great spasm followed another through her girlish body. Edie felt herself being lifted off the bed with each seizure as the blasting sensations within became greater and greater. The tender walls of her delicate cunt transmitted blast after towering blast of his hot juices as they ran the length of his continuing pumping cock to splash into the anguished, anxious depths of her lusting womb. And then, just when Edie thought that wild sensation hiding in her would never arrive, it wracked her body too.
Suddenly the young girl thought her entire body had simply exploded into a countless number of tiny fragments as thrilling blasts of electric pleasure shot through every nerve-ending in her body. Her pink pussy flowered open, then clamped tightly shut around the twitching, spasming, softening column within. Again and again her belly erupted with flaming liquid. She was totally exploding in orgasm, and now she wanted to shout out the wonderful sensations she was feeling.
"EEEEEAAAAAIIIIIGGGGHHHHH! AAAA YYYYY AAAAA GGGGG HHHHH! HAAANNNGGGHHH!"
It was as if she had taken a barrel ride up Niagara Falls rather than down. She felt his burning semen mix with the flooding oil gushing around inside her own seething pussy, lewdly racing along the walls of her cuntal cavern in challenging waves. And then, as her vaginal walls contracted, she felt the mixture spill out around her uncle's still-thrusting cock. The hot spunk burned down her cuntlips into her anal crevice, getting caught and matted in Pete Ross's pubic hair.
Edie lingered on every tiny sensation her body could feel. Every little tingling felt amplified a hundred thousand times by her blasting orgasm. The girl bucked wildly on the bed as his softening cock continued sluicing through her. The girl clutched her uncle's hairy body tighty to her small breasts, humping her asscheeks up and down, hoping the sensations would go on forever.
Even before she felt the last dribble of semen inside her, Edie was feeling weak, falling asleep. She never felt her uncle pull the blanket up over the two of them as he too fell asleep.