Chapter 4
It was the Monday after Easter, and Kristina was staying home from school for the week. Donald had gone out that afternoon to play softball with his friend Cy, and of course their father was busy at his office. Old Mrs. Weidman had been given the first three days of this week off to visit her cousin in Peoria, and, to make the school vacation something out of the ordinary, David Ainsley had promised
Kristina and Donald to take them out to a different restaurant each of these three nights.
The honey-haired teenager still wore her pretty blue dress and the coquettish lingerie sent by her mother, and she had definitely given up her pigtails for the grownup barrette and long sheaf of shimmering, silky hair which she carefully combed out into a neat cascade. Early yesterday morning, she'd awakened at seven out of a strange, disturbing dream in which she saw herself seized by a masked man who had led her by the wrist into a dark room, undressed her, taken her over his lap and spanked her till she cried and begged him to fuck her instead. And when he had done it to her, she had squirmed and wriggled so frantically from the rapturous sensations teeming through her pussy that she had ripped off his mask and discovered it was Daddy. He had laughed and told her that she was the one he really loved and that was why he had spanked her. When her eyes had opened to find herself in her own bed and to realize that, vivid though it had been, it had been only a strange, haunting dream, she had blushed to discover that her forefinger was buried to the knuckle inside her soft pink cunt, and that she was wet between her legs.
Daddy had taken her and Donald to Easter brunch at Hugo's at the Water Tower, and the wonderful treats and the chocolate eggs and rabbits had occupied her enough to distract her from thinking about last night and the night before that. Donald had been on his best behavior. In fact, Daddy had asked him if he was sick or something, he was so unusually quiet. And she'd looked away quickly and tried very hard not to blush.
Kristina had made her own lunch this afternoon and put away the dishes. Mrs. Weidman had often let her help in the kitchen and shown her how to cook a few simple things. As she went back to the living room to turn on TV, she thought to herself how cozy it would be if Mrs. Weidman didn't ever come back-though she was awfully nice-so that she could cook all of Daddy's meals and be closer to him. From the way he'd acted yesterday and some of the things he'd said, she knew he was really missing Mother. She was glad she was growing up so fast she could understand things about grownups which used to seem so mysterious to her. Maybe that was what Mother had meant in her note.
And from what Donald had said about f-fucking Saturday night, how he was putting that rubber thing on so she wouldn't get a baby, Kristina had done a lot of thinking and figured out that that was exactly how Daddy and Mother had got her and Donald to be born. And now, if Mother was gone for good, Daddy didn't have anyone to fuck and be sweet on, so no wonder he was lonely and looking so sad so much of the time.
The doorbell rang, and Kristina hurried to the door, then remembered what Daddy had said about keeping it on bar till she knew who was outside. Carefully she drew the door back, peering through the crack. "Who-who is it?"
"Kristina, it's your Uncle Bjorn," came the answer in a strong baritone voice.
"Oh, just a minute, Uncle Bjorn, I'll let you in!" she happily exclaimed as she slid the bar free and opened the door.
Bjorn Berndtsson was Helga's younger brother, 38, with curly, sandy-colored hair, sturdy as a Viking, with twinkling blue eyes and full sensual mouth, and a perennial bachelor. He had been best man at his sister's wedding to David Ainsley, affably insisted on standing treat to the wedding reception. Then he had taken a plane to Los Angeles and rejoined the Swedish freighter, of which he was third mate, at San Pedro. From time to time, over the years, he had mailed gifts to both Kristina and Donald from various exotic ports of the world to which his travels took him. Last year, a week after her twelfth birtgh-day, he had come to Chicago on a cargo cruise up the Great Lakes, now master of the freighter, and he had brought Kristina a little garnet ring from Morocco and a tortoise-shell comb from Andalucia.
"How's my favorite niece, sweetheart?" he lifted her up in his arms and kissed her on the mouth, then set her down and stood back, hands on his hips, to study her admiringly. "Ah, I can see you've grown up fast since your last birthday. And you've made your hair very lovely, too. That beautiful golden hair, which you inherited from my dear sister, the mark of a true Swede."
"T-thank you, Uncle Bjorn. You haven't written for ages, I didn't know if you were coming-specially now that-well-you know-" Kristina flushed, looked down at her pumps, embarrassed for having referred to the divorce.
"Oh. I see. But that makes no difference, wouldn't I still love my prettiest, my only, niece?" he chuckled jovially. He wore a visored cap, leather jacket and heavy corduroy trousers. Delving his big hand into the pocket of the jacket, he produced a tissue-wrapped jewelry case. "This is for your birthday, pretty one. Open it and then you will thank me."
"Ohh, what is it?" Kristina hurriedly unwrapped the case and opened it, then gasped with delight to see an imitation pearl necklace.
"That, young lady, is all the way from Macao. Oh, there is no better life than a sailor's, to see so many beautiful places all over the world, to have the wind and the sun and the sea blow away the dust of living all the time in a house. That is why I am always on my ship, you see, little one."
"Oh, it's just beautiful-thank you so much, Uncle Bjorn!"
"Now you must hug your uncle and kiss him nicely for such a present!" he chuckled. Blushingly, Kristina obeyed, tilting her mouth up to be kissed. His big hands gripped her sides, then slid down to press against her jouncy bottom. Suddenly his blue eyes narrowed and his mouth came down hard on hers, prolonging the kiss beyond the amenities till Kristina gasped and squirmed and finally put her hands to his cheeks to push him away.
Her cheeks flamed as she stepped back, a hand to her bruised mouth, for she had just felt the unmistakable thrust of his hardened prick against her soft cunt when he had pulled her to him.
"Oh ho!" he boomed in his resonant voice, with a lewd grin, "you are more grownup than I think, I, Bjorn Berndtsson, say this to you because we are alone and by ourselves. But, little one, a man who is on the high seas almost all year long, has little time to take himself a wife, and so after my long voyage up your dirty lakes, which cannot equal the beauty of our fjords and bays, here I see my niece in a pretty dress and nylon stockings. I am a simple man who appreciates such beauty even if I cannot have it for myself. Come now, give me the kiss of peace to show you are not angry with your Uncle Bjorn."
Kristina had placed the necklace round her slim throat and touched it with her sensitive slim fingers. Somehow, it seemed to convey a kind of magical power, making her feel ever so mature. And he was so good-looking and so full of fun she could not be angry with him.
"I-I'm not angry," she whispered as she shyly moved back to him to link her lovely arms around his neck and arch up on the toes of her suede pumps to offer him her mouth.
"Now that is mine-eskalde, my little sweetheart, truly," he chuckled as his lips came down lingeringly on hers. His fingers again glided down from her waist to her lithe rounded young hips, and pressing intimately against the base of her resilient buttocks. Even as she gasped and struggled to break free, his fingers pressed her fiercely to him. His pelvic basin ground into hers, so that she could not help but feel the avid thrusting of his fully erect prick, pressing frock and petticoat and panties lasciviously into the soft pouting pink lips of her young cunt.
"N-no, please-you-you mustn't," she whispered, twisting like an eel to get loose.
"Ho, ho, you try to tell your Uncle Bjorn you know nothing of boys, min eskalde? But this I cannot believe, your body is already full and sweet as a young woman's, and there is about your face a look which I did not see last year. Surely you have a sweetheart at your school, a boy you let kiss and play with you?"
"Oh n-no, Uncle Bjorn, oh no I don't-please-don't hold me that way-please be-be n-nice!" she stammered, flustered by the torrid emotions which his unexpected caresses and kisses had wakened in her burgeoning, young flesh.
"Nice?" he mocked her, his hands rubbing up and down against her tensing bottom cheeks as he continued to press her tightly against his rigid prick. "But a delicious eskalde such as my favorite niece, when she is dressed like a woman who loves to flirt with strong men, must know that she must take the consequences if she excites them. My sister knew that-ja, Kristina, your own beautiful mother. It was only a pity she wasted so many years without your father's understanding how it is with women who wish to be women but are too proud to ask their men to treat them so. Now, there is something else that must be done, in honor of your birthday. Come along, my sweet little tempting eskalde!"
So saying, he grasped her by the wrist and led her up the stairs. "Wh-what are you going to do, Uncle Bjorn?" she stammered, self-conscious as she had not been even with her own father or with Donald.
"You will see, Kristina. Now, which is your room?" he authoritatively demanded, tugging her along as she followed. Stumbling and hesitant, an uneasy premonition grew with every step.
"Here it is," she gasped. With a chuckle, Bjorn Berndtsson pulled her into the room, kicked the door shut, and then seated himself on the straight-backed chair beside her little writing desk near the bay window. To her consternation, he pushed her down over his knees, slid his right leg out from under hers, and promptly clamped it over her slim ankles, while his left arm pressed like a steel vise over her supple waist.
"Oh nooo! Uncle Bjorn, what are you going to do? Oh please let me up!" Kristina tearfully protested, turning her contorted, flushed face back to her handsome, Viking-like uncle.
"Min eskalde, as I could not come in time for your exact birthday, I must make up for it today," he announced, his right palm slyly caressing the firm, resilient curves of her well developed butt through her frock and savoring her frantic wrigglings and weavings. "So now you must have your birthday spanks, it is the tradition, and as your uncle I would not have you think I do not have love and affection for you."
"Oh noooo, noo, I already had my b-birthday spanking, Uncle B-Bjorn!" Kristina wailed, plunging her hands back over her bottom to protect it from the threatened castigation.
Bjorn Berndtsson chuckled, his eyes glittering with lustful admiration of the pretty youngster's burgeoning figure, then expertly pinned both her wrists with his big left hand and forced them back high along her back till she winced with pain. Tightening his clamp over her struggling nylon-sheathed ankles, he reached with his free hand to loft skirt and petticoat and roll them neatly up above her supple waist. "Ah ha," he pronounced delightedly when he saw the round saucy globes of her virgin butt contracting and huddling under the snug white nylon panty sheath, "it is as I thought, you are already a very tempting young woman. And only thirteen? It is truly incredible. Well then, min eskalde, you must have thirteen good strong spanks and an extra one to grow on from your Uncle Bjorn!"
"Ohh noo, stop, stop, I don't want you to, please, Uncle B-Bjorn!" Kristina wailed, trying to free her wrists.
"And," he went on as if she had not even spoken, "to make sure that your lovely backside gets its full accounting, I am going to give you the spanks on your bare skin."
"Oh nooo! Not that-ohh for Lordie's sake, don't take my p-panties down, no, please don't, Uncle Bjorn!" she twisted frantically to avert the threatened disaster, but in vain. With the forefinger and middle finger of his right hand, he seized the waistband of the filmy sheath, gave it a vehement tug, and Kristina's despairing wail proclaimed the descent of her final veil of modesty down to her knees.
"Ahhh, now I can truly see how much you have matured in the year I have been away, my little blonde Viking goddess," he chuckled suggestively as his right palm lingeringly stroked the flinching, tightening rounds of her naked butt. "Such warm satiny skin, so soft and yet so firm-and you still tell your old uncle you have no boyfriends to take pleasure in that lovely body of yours?"
"Oh noooo! Oh my Lordie, oh please pull my p-panties up, Uncle Bjorn! This is just dreadful of you-you've no right to treat me like this, my birthday's over!" she tearfully protested, again trying to jerk her wrists loose of his inexorable hold. As she arched and twisted her loins over his big lap, she unwittingly exposed the soft pink fig of her delicious, well formed cunt, and his eyes glittered more ardently than ever at the exquisitely provocative sight.
"Not for me it is not, min eskalde. Now be a brave good girl and take your spanking properly, or I will think you are still a naughty little child, and then of course you will have to be punished severely," he declared. Patting her cringing bare behind, he suddenly raised his hand and descended it briskly, flattening the inner edges of both satiny butt-cheeks at the exact, ripest center of her delightfully contoured naked posterior.
"Owww, that stings!" she ruefully called out, sniffling and looking back imploringly at him.
"And that is only one. What, you start to cry already? Bah, you are not yet a worthy descendant of your dear mother's heroic ancestors. But I will do my poor best to make you proud of your heritage, my little niece!" he taunted as his big hand came down sonorously on the base of her right buttock. Kristina's legs stiffened, jerked, then clenched, her hips squirming lasciviously from side to side, then unrearing lewdly as if to invite more spanking. Once again, unknowingly, she exposed the palpitating lips of her tender young cunt.
"Two!" he chuckled, staring fixedly at the bright crimson splotches, imprints of his spanking palm, which stood out in lewd contrast against the pale glossy sheen of her carnation-tinted naked flesh.
The third spank flattened the base of the other buttock, drew a plaintive, sobbing "Owww, oh please stop, Uncle Bjorn" from the disconsolate blonde teenager, and was duly counted. Pausing a moment now, he ran his palm very slowly, appraisingly, over Kristina's huddling bare butt, a forefinger tip insinuating along the ambery-rosy sinuous crevice that led to her anal maidenhead.
"Ohhh noo!! Oh please take your hand away, Uncle Bjorn, that's not d-decent!" she sobbed, again struggling to get loose, but accomplishing only his further arousal in witnessing the lascivious wrigglings of her naked hips and the glimpse of that palpitating soft pink cuntal niche.
Perhaps if Kristina's virile bachelor uncle had not caught a pretty blonde stowaway, a 19-year-old hippie dressed in jeans and man's shirt, who had sneaked aboard his freighter just before it cleared the Erie Chanal, he might have been more circumspect with his luscious young niece. But the stowaway, Elsie Torrance, had strikingly resembled Kristina in demure, saucy features and the intense dark-blue eyes and turned-up dainty nose. like Kristina, too, her tits were small but perfectly formed, round and arrogantly firm, and her skin a soft pale glossy pink. She had kicked and cursed him when two sailors had dragged her out of a hogshead into his cabin, and though he had at first been inclined to put her to work earning her keep and then letting her off at the next port of call, her vicious obscenities and struggles had inflamed his rut. He had had the sailors tie her down over a tall stool and wind a cord round her waist and under the top, then had fucked down her jeans and men's shorts to bare a surprisingly spacious, round tight-spaced pair of butt-cheeks. Taking his belt, he had striped her wriggling ass some thirty times, then demanded she apologize for her insults. And when she had tearfully told him to go fuck himself, he had smeared his prick with shaving cream, waggled his cream-smeared forefinger into the dainty pink orifice of her ass hole, then buggered her enjoyably.
Unhappily for unsuspecting, precocious young Kristina, her now denuded young hips and loins and her struggles and her sauciness had feverishly aroused the exciting images of his subjugation of the audacious young stowaway. Now, lifting his hand off his niece's bare behind, he applied a noisy smack to the upper right summit, calling out "That makes four!"
"Oww, you're hurting me so, Uncle Bjorn-oh please stop, that's enough," Kristina tearfully entreated, again turning back her flushed, contorted face to her handsome, obsessed uncle.
Smack! His palm flattened the lower left summit of her now vividly reddening ass and was greeted by a shrill wail of "Owouuuu! Ohh, no more, you-you spank too hard, Uncle Bjorn, oh please don't, I'll be good!"
"Five! And you know you are fibbing to your uncle when you say you have no boyfriends, you are much too pretty and well made not to have them!" Smack! His right palm visited the upper right summit again, darkening the bright crimson hue already imprinted, and making Kristina's voluptuous bare ass jerk and twist lasciviously from side to side as if to shake off the excruciating hot sting of the spanking. "Six!" he gruffly declared as she sobbed and again pleaded with him to spare her.
"Ohh-ohh-but-but I'm telling the truth, Un-Uncle B-Bjorn, I don't have any b-boyfriends, h-honest I don't-oh do let me up and pull my panties back, puh-puh-lease, you hurt my bottom so!" she besaught him in a voice choked with intermittent sobs.
"I will see for myself, you little vixen," he chuckled lewdly, as, maintaining his tight grip on her slim wrists, he artfully probed with his right forefinger under her tossing, angrily reddened bare ass to insert within the pouting, soft lips of her vulva and, before she could frenziedly wriggle and try to jerk herself away, had gouged his finger in up to the knuckle.
"OH NOOO! DON'T DO THAT, OH UNCLE BJORN, THAT'S AWFUL OF YOU! OH I'M SO ASHAMED, LET ME BE! OH SPANK ME IF YOU HAVE TO, BUT PLEASE TAKE YOUR FINGER OUT OF MY PUSSY!" Kristina wailed hysterically.
"So, you have been fokking, min eskalde, and do not try to lie to me this time, for my finger tells me different," he muttered thickly, his eyes narrowed and flinting with his mounting lust. "If you were still a virgin, my finger could not go in so far! So you are playing tricks on boys already and you try them on a full grown man such as myself? For that you shall have not only your spanking, but also a little taste of the way the Vikings did to shameless hussies when they made them slaves in the olden days!"
So saying, he pulled her closer to him, shifted his right leg higher along her nylon-sheathed, sinuous calves, and then began to spank in earnest without bothering to keep count. His big hand rose and fell vehemently, and the noisy, crisp slaps were punctuated with her woebegone, feverish cries and choking sobs as she tried with all her might to twist herself free. Her thighs flexed violently, tried to clench, then yawned apart, then bent, while her flaming naked round-cheeked ass weaved, flattened, arched, swung furiously this way and that, unable to evade the barrage of burning spanks that attacked it from hip slopes to the tops of her long lithe thighs.
At last he paused to catch his breath, and Kristina, sobbing as if her heart would break, abandoned herself, going limp over his lap, head bowed, shoulders jerking with her uncontrollable plaints. "Oh-ohhh, puh-puhlease-no more, please, d-dear Un-Uncle Bjorn-I'll do anything you want-just anything! Only please don't sp-spank my poor b-bottom any more!"
"Are you telling the truth for once, min eskalde!" he angrily demanded, releasing her wrists and twisting the fingers of his left hand into her tumbled, honey-gold hair, yanking at it to force her to look back at him.
"Y-yes-oh yes-oh please, I-I can't stand it any more-I'll do anything you want-honest-"
"Then, naughty one, start by telling me who it was took your flower-you know very well what I mean-who was it fokked you?" His thickly accented use of the Sweedish word for "fuck" was close enough to the lewd word her own brother had taught her, and Kristina's face turned as fiery red as her wriggling naked bottom. I don't dare tell Uncle Bjorn, I just don't 'cause it was my own brother-and if I told him about D-Donald, then-then-it might come out that that was what D-Daddy himself wanted-wanted to do to me-and I'd die before I'd let anybody know that-oh how hard he spanked me, my poor bottom's burning so, but I won't tell him, I won't, not even if he goes on doing it to me-ohh, I'm so ashamed-he-he stuck his fingerr-right in my pussy-my own Uncle Bjorn-he's holding me so tight I can't get hose, he can do anything he wants to me and I can't stop him-oooh, it's starting to tickle again inside my pussy-j-just the way it did when Daddy sp-spanked me and-and when Daddy kkissed my pussy-and-and then Donald f-fucked it-oh, why do I feel this funny way when I get spanked and when somebody t-touches my little pussy?
"Ah ha, I see, you are ashamed now and you want to keep it a secret. And I bet also your own father does not know what a naughty little girl he has growing up in his house. Well then, if you want me to keep your secret, you must be as nice to me as you were with whatever boy it was you let between your legs, min eskalde!" Bjorn Berndtsson grinned triumphantly as his right hand resumed fondling and kneading Kristana's inflamed, pain-throbbing bare ass cheeks.
Oh noool What does he mean? Oh no-he-he can't-he wouldn't-not what D-Donald did to me? Oh my gosh, this is just terrible-but I'm only a little girl, I can't stop him, he's so big and strong and he's holding me down over his lap and my panties are off and my poor bottom is still stinging from that awful spanking-and he'll go on doing it till I say I will-ohh, nobody's home to stop him either-I'm all alone here with Uncle Bjorn, I never thought he could be so mean and wicked to a helpless little girl, oh what am I going to do?
"I am waiting to hear you answer me, Kristina," he said hoarsely, giving her reddened naked ass a sharp slap that drew a stifled gasp from the frantically shamed teenager. His left hand was still twisted in her tumbled hair, and he gave it a sudden little tug to remind her of her helplessness. "So, shall I go on spanking your pretty behind till you make up your mind, eh? like this-and this-and this one too-well now, are you going to decide? Or do you enjoying being spanked like this-and also this?"
At each "this," his right hand rose and swiftly made impact with Kristina's writhing, huddling, inflamed butt cheeks. "Owww-ouuu, don't, ohh, I won't tell you, oh please don't ask me to tell, Uncle Bjorn-aiii-yes-yes, all r-right, I-I'll do what you want-if you'll only stop-oh, it hurts me so!" she blubbered.
"Very well, I will let you off the spanking, then, if you promise to do nice things for your uncle. Get down off my lap and kneel between my legs, just so!" Releasing her, he leaned back and avidly watched the sniffling young blonde gingerly squirm off his lap and sink down on her knees between his straddled thighs. "Now, pull down the zipper and take out what you find, min eskalde," he chuckled with a salacious wink. "And do not be so foolish as to tell me you do not know what it is, not after my own finger has made sure you have had something like that inside you long before this! Hurry now, be quick, or back over my lap you go!"
"Ohh, Uncle B-Bjorn-that-that's d-dirty-oh please don't make me do that!" she implored in a dying, sobbing voice.
"I will use my belt instead of my hand on your bare sit down place, naughty little Kristina, if you do not at once do as I have told you!" he sternly countered, putting a hand to the heavy black leather belt of his corduroy trousers.
Squirming restlessly on her stockinged knees, feeling the hot throbbing pangs assail her quivering young bottom, the honey-haired teenager faltering extended a trembling little hand to his zipper and reluctantly tugged it down. Then she recoiled, a hand to her mouth to stifle the incredulous gasp that rose to her lips. His savagely stiff prick had bobbed out like a Jack-in-the-box, the glans hugely plum-shaped and broad, set off from the taut, bony-looking shaft by a wide shallow circumcisional groove, the lips of the meat was twitching and contracting to evince the furious lust which now had full possession of his senses.
"Ja, now take it in your soft hand, my Kristina, and kiss it!"
Ohhh, Lordie, how can he ask a girl my age to do such a horrid thing? My goodness, his is so huge and long and-and th-thick! Oh it's ever so much bigger than Donald's-yes, or even Daddy's! But he's looking at me so cross and scowling, and he's got his hand on that awful big thick belt, and it would hurt my poor bottom just dreadfully if he spanked me with it, I can't help doing what he wants, I just can't! Oh Donald, just see what an awful mess you got me into, all because you had to go and tell Daddy to-to give me a birthday spanking-I'll bet all this wouldn't have happened if you'd kept your big mouth shut-oh my goodness, Uncle Bjorn is pointing to-to his big hard t-thing-he-he wants me to k-kiss it-I-I guess I'll just have to!
Cupping the shaft in her left palm and grimacing as if it were a hot coal burning her tender flesh, Kristina approached her stricken, scarlet face to his heavy, inflamed prick. Closing her eyes and drawing a shuddering breath, she brushed the glans with her trembling lips.
"How very shy and sweet you pretend to be, but you and I know differently, nichts?" he chuckled slyly. Then, in a harsh, taut voice, "Better than that, Kristina, or I will use the belt on you very hard-put as much of it as you can all the way into your mouth, and suck on it, as you would do with a lollypop I had brought you for your birthday! Quickly, now!"
"Ohhhh, Uncle Bjorn-please don't make me do that-I couldn't-"
"No?" he softly purred, eyeing her steadily and beginning to unbuckle the heavy leather belt.
"Yes, yes, I will, don't sp-spank any more, please, Uncle B-Bjorn!" she despairingly sobbed. Then, fearful, that he might carry out his threat after all, the blonde teenager hastily opened her mouth, took firmer hold of his throbbing prick with her left hand and, leaning to it, inserted it deeply before she closed her lips. Her eyes went very wide with repugnance and alarm, and also something more, something she herself could not explain for her nostrils dilated and shrank convulsively, her firm round tits heaved erratically and as she wavered on her stockinged knees, she felt her thighs ripple and prickle with the same treacherous hot waves of female awareness that had betrayed her on the night of her birthday-and on that even more memorable night following it when her own brother had claimed her virgin cherry. I can't believe it, I-I've got Uncle Bjorn's c-cock inside my month and I'm sucking it! Ugh, it-it tastes so strong and b-bitter-and I can feel it move when I suck it, as if it was trying to-to bite me back! I hope I won't get sick-ugh, I never thought I'd ever do something like this-I can feel it fill up my mouth and press against my cheek, I can hardly swallow-my-my bottom still stings so, but-but it's so funny, it sort of doesn't really hurt, it's tickling me lots more in-in my-p-pussy and I can't seem to stay still on my knees, I-I'm swaying-am I going to faint or something? Oh my, how big his c-cock is getting, I can feel the big red head of it getting bigger every minute-
"Now that's enough, little one," he said roughly as he pushed her head away and abruptly rose, his big glistening red prick bobbing between his sturdy thighs. "Now take off that dress and your panties too, while I go find something so I don't hurt your sweet little hole! Do as I tell you to, Kristina girl! Or do you want a taste of my belt, hm?"
Shamefacedly, she stumbled to her feet, shaking her head, her eyes big and wide and humid with fear and also the inexplicable submission of a conquered young slave girl. She couldn't explain it, but his bold authority, outrageous though it was, had impressed her, made her afraid to do anything else but obey. And her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the huge, straining projection of his prick. Her own lips had sucked it, wet till it glistened with her own saliva. Her hands fumblingly tugged the frock off. Then, stopping, she husked her twisted little panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Clad in the petticoat, bra, garter belt, hose and pumps, she was bewitching in the Lolita-like allure of child-woman who had suddenly become no longer virgin, not yet mature and yet precociously instructed in what her body must perform to the demand of him who would command it.
Bjorn Berndtsson emerged from the bathroom with a little jar of cleansing cream and Kristina, who had just turned towards him, gasped and shrank back to see that he had doffed his corduroy trousers and shorts and was naked from the waist down, his prick enormously swollen, the heavy balls contracting and covered with thick dark-blonde hair. "Now take that petticoat off and come here to me, min eskalde, he huskily commanded, and the blonde teenager tremblingly obeyed, naked now save for bra and garter belt, nylons and pumps. She moved as if hypnotized towards him, eyes huge and humid, fixing on his face with an imploring yet submissive expression.
"Ahhh, now you are just the way I like a pretty girl, Kristina," he muttered, his eyes fixing on the soft pink lips of her quivering cunt. "God lay yourself over the side of the bed and spread your legs nicely for your Uncle Bjorn!"
"You-you aren't g-going to spank me any more, are you?" she quavered as she reluctantly approached the bed.
"Not if you do what I tell you to, Kristina. Stretch out now, that's it, and keep your legs wide apart-that's the way! Now hold still!" So saying, he uncapped the jar of cream and moved to her, bending to her reddened bottom as he daubed his right forefinger with the scented cream. Kristina uttered a shocked squeal when she felt him probe against the dainty coral-tinted lips of her virgin butt hole and daub the cream over the shrinking petals of her anus. Looking back, she gasped, "Ohh, what are you doing?"
"I would much rather fokk your sweet pussy, my darling, but I have nothing with me and I do not with you to be with child. So I will teach you how nice it can be in the other tight little hole, and I will make you have pleasure just the same, you will see," he explained, now anointing his prick liberally with the cream.
"Ooo-I don't know what you me-an-ohhhh, what are you doing to me?" for he had just yawned open the inflamed cheeks of her well-spanked ass to expose the flinching, stickied pink lips of her maiden anus, and now playfully prodded it with the tip of his huge, glistening glans. "Ohhh, noooo, it'll never go in, Uncle Bjorn, ohhh, don't f-fuck me there, please, no!" she tearfully entreated, trying to raise herself off the bed.
It will go in, do not worry, little one. And I will be very gentle and slow, I promise, so as not to cause you pain. Then you will learn how exciting it can be for a naughty girl who-likes to fokk and not tell her father how grownup she is," he playfully assured the squirming, uneasy half-nude teenager. "Now lie still and keep your legs well apart, or I shall have to spank you with my belt and you will not like that at all. Gently now-" his big hands very lingeringly opened her butt-cheeks again and he arched himself to press the glans of his straining prick against the tensing labia of her virgin ass hole. Kristina tilted back her head, eyes enormously widened, nostrils flickering, her mouth gaping in an anguished little O as she awaited her martyrdom.
Very gently, he pressed the tip of his heavy prickhead till grudgingly her ass hole lips gave way and accepted the swollen spear-point. Kristina uttered a long-drawn "Ahhh!", began to shiver as with ague, and kicked up. First one foot, then the other, her suede pumps thudded to the floor as she valiantly summoned all her young energies to withstand this novel and much-feared assault on her final cherry.
"Tell me how it feels, Kristina," Bjron Berndtsson demanded, both his hands kneading his young niece's reddened, saucy round butt-cheeks as he halted himself with a single inch of his prick burrowed into the tight warm grotto of her tender ass hole.
"It-it's so big-oh I'm scared-it-it'll hurt me, Un-Uncle Bjorn-please t-take it out-oh, if you-if you have to f-fuck me, please won't you f-fuck my p-pussy instead, please?" she tremulously petitioned, keeping her flushed, contorted face turned back to stare imploringly at him.
"I have already told you why I will not put it in your pussy, naughty little Kristina. Now try to relax yourself, don't fight me with your muscles, and you will see how nicely it will go in," he advised.
"I-I'll try, Uncle B-Bjorn-ohhhohhhhhh, I can feel it stretching me in there, Uncle Bjorn!" her voice rose shrilly as he pressed slowly forward, imbedding the full length and breadth of his plum-shaped glans inside the sphincter-ring of muscles which acted as repelling sentinels at the gateway to her virgin ass hole. Again she kicked up first one foot then the other, thrust her little hands back to her bottom as yearning to seize his ferocious weapon and pull it out of her dainty anal channel. But with a soft laugh, he grasped both her wrists in his left hand, whispering hoarsely, "Lift yourself up a little, sweetheart, now I will give you pleasure, you will see-trust your Uncle Bjorn!"
Whimpering, still apprehensive, the half-naked blonde teenager arched up her hips, whereupon he slid his right forefinger under her and probed to find the diminutive nodule of her clitoris. No sooner had he touched it than a stricken look of mingled wonder and alarm congealed on her saucy flushed face.
Ohhhhhhh whatever is he doing to me-he's touching my pussy, and it's tickling me like crazy, more than it ever did before inside my p-pussy. Ohhh now his finger's rubbing something inside there, so slowly and so lightly, and I can feel my bottom move around-ohhh now he's pushing his great big cock inside my bottom-ohh, ohhhh, how it stretches me-I feel I want to go to the toilet and push it back out but I can't-now he's tickling me faster and faster with his finger-ugghh-ahh-his cock-ohh Lordie, he's tearing me wide open in my bottom, I just know he is-ooooh, ahh, I feel so dizzy, it tickles so much I'm so dizzy, everything's going black, ohhh he just pushed his cock harder into my b-bottom-ohhhh I can feel it way down deep inside me, so very deep, oh his finger-his finger-I wish my Daddy were f-fucking me, oh I wish he were ohh I feel so funny, oh every time he touches me in my pussy there, I ... I feel my bottom jerking and w ... wiggling-and-and the spanking he gave me has made me so hot all over, I'm going to yell in a minute, I can't stand the tickling, ohhh Lordie, something's happening inside my pussy, I'm getting all wet and-and-
"Ohh fuck meeee oh yes yes ohhhh fuck me harder ohhh it's so good, what you're doing with your finger, Uncle Bjorn!" Kristina twisted her face round and plaintively sobbed, her tits shudderingly rising and falling as she was inexorably drawn into the dark swirling vortex of her very first true cum.
"Yes, yes, my sweet eskalde, I'llioA;A; you good now, cum with me, sweet Kristinaahh haa-now-now-ahhhhh oh how tight it is to my big cock-now!" he bellowed as, working his prick back and forth, pitilessly gouging her well distended young anal groove, he violently bubbled all his viscous come deep into the young blonde's quaking bowels. Kristina uttered a clamorous shriek of indescribable rapture, buried her scarlet face in the covers of her rumpled bed, turning it this way and that as her hips and loins threshed uncontrollably in the overwhelming frenzy of orgasmic bliss.
She lay sprawled, panting and whimpering, as he carefully and slowly pulled out of her stickied, clenching ass hole, then disappeared into her bathroom for a moment. When he returned, he was dressed, his face gentle and calm as he bent down to stroke her bottom and thighs, then kiss each quivering, reddened butt-cheek. "What a woman you already are, my little niece," he said tenderly. "How nice it would be if you were not my niece and I could wait perhaps three or four years till you are-as you will surely be-a magnificent woman born to give a strong man like me all the pleasures. Now, do you feel better, sweetheart?"
She nodded wanly, still shivering with the aftermath of that tempestuous carnal storm which had burst within her young flesh and nerves and psyche.
"You'd best tidy up in the bathroom, Kristina love," he murmured, kissing the deliciously hollow of her spine just above the chinkbone. "Then take a good nap. I shall be writing to you from the next foreign port, and I will send you a beautiful present. Remember, this is our little secret. You will keep yours about that boy who taught you so much already, and I will keep mine of the wonderful hour of love my true eskalde gave me."
He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Kristina sighed, shivered voluptuously, then slowly reached back to touch her reddened buttocks. Ohh Mother, she thought to herself, I never thought I'd grow up so fast or that there were so many ways to f ... fuck.