Chapter 3
She'd heard the word "fuck" before, and she knew pretty much what it meant. That was how a man and a woman made babies. He deposited his sperm in her uterus where they fertilized her egg and in nine months ...
"No!!!!!" Lydia screamed, backing away. "I don't want to do that!!" Her legs bumped against the tub again, and she rocked on her heels. Uncle George caught her wrist just before she fell and he snapped her erect, dragging her toward him.
"Come on," he said. "I won't tell you again. We've got to hurry. Your Aunt Martha will be home before long, and I want to bury my dick in your little baby hole before she gets here."
Lydia whimpered and sobbed like a whipped puppy as he pulled her across the bathroom floor, through the doorway, into her own bedroom. His cock still thrust from his unzipped pants, hard where she'd sucked it up, glistening with tiny bubbles of Lydia's spittle. George pushed her into the bedroom, then hastened after, slamming the door behind him. "Over there," he said. "Stand in front of the mirror and touch yourself, the way you like to do. Feel your tits. Feel your pussy. Turn around and look at your ass. Wiggle your ass. Wiggle it just for me. Oh, Christ, Lydia, I've been watching you for the last year or two, wondering how I could get around to plugging you, and now I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna fuck your little pussy till you moan and scream and drip hot juice all over me, and those lips of yours snap at my cock like a snapping turtle's jaws, and your legs wrap around me while I fuck the bejesus out of your twat!!!!"
His face was red and drool oozed from his mouth. He was like a madman, and she didn't dare speak in reply or contradiction. Instead, she hurried to the mirror and did as he commanded. While Uncle George watched from the bed, Lydia posed before the shiny reflective glass, touching herself lasciviously. Most of the time this kind of self-caress brought her incredible pleasure and delight. Now it only brought her shame and sadness. As she cupped her breasts, offering them to the mimicking Lydia who shined at her in the glass, as she let long, slender fingers stroll across the puff of her pussy, she could see him in the mirror too, sitting on her bed, stroking his cock as he took in her display. What had happened? What had become of the old Uncle George, the potbellied, balding man who came home from work, ate his supper, and settled down with his evening paper and a can of beer? That wasn't the man she was seeing in her mirror now. Wasn't him Lydia turned around, and by that time Uncle George had lowered his trousers and shorts. His cock still thrust up, big and erect, the foreskin now drawn completely back to reveal a gleaming purple knob, so big, so thick, so dangerous . ..
"Come here," She moved toward him. "On your knees, I want you to suck it some more."
Lydia knelt. It wasn't as fearsome as the first time, but it was no more pleasant. She took his prick in hand and moved her face closer. A thin watery liquid had begun to ooze from his slitted opening, and the tip of him was wet. Was he pissing slowly or something? What was this? She didn't know. With a sinking heart she licked the underside of his prick, finding that the strange liquid, strange as it might still be, wasn't piss. It had no taste of its own. At least she could be grateful for that.
"Suck," he told her. "Suck my cock. And then I'll fuck you. Have you ever been fucked before, Lydia? I'll bet you have. Girl with titties like yours—" He reached down, pinching her reddish nipples. Lydia moaned as she felt her teats expand and stiffen between his fingers, just the way her teats stiffened when she plied them with her own, more delicate hands. Closing her eyes, she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck it.
He tasted hot and salty in her mouth, his cock furiously hard. She couldn't get much of him in, not this time, not when he was so stiff. "Suck me deep," he commanded, trying to lance his penis up into her mouth, to fill her oral cavity with the thing. She gagged and groaned, and her teeth scraped unknowingly at the barrel of George's dick.
"Aaaaaahhhh!!" he yelped, jerking his cock from her mouth. Lydia looked up in surprise and George slapped her angrily, first on her right cheek, then on her left. It hurt, and her head snapped with the blows. "Damn you, don't bite me! You little bitch! I'll teach you to bite a man!" George grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. Lydia shrieked in dread, but the shrill cries didn't save her from Uncle George's wrath. He stood too, and he cuffed her lustily, the slaps resounding throughout the confines of her bedroom, and she felt salty tears running down her livid cheeks. She'd bit her lip, too, and she could taste the bitter spurts of her own blood, and she looked up at the man, hating him, despising him, wishing there was some way she could be as strong as he was, some way she could brutalize him the way he was brutalizing her.
"There!" he said. "And if you ever do it again, you'll get twice as bad!" He threw Lydia down upon the bed. She fell on her face and stomach and lay there, sobbing, unable to move. She felt the bed groan as George too crawled upon it, and then his hands were on her ass and thighs, opening her, parting her trembling legs. "Lift your ass," he said, and by then she had no will to resist any further. She couldn't bear the thought of being slapped and pummeled again. Lydia reared her ass up, and Uncle George moved into the gape of her legs.
"Dog style," he told her. "Just like a dog and a bitch, and you're the hot bitch this dog is gonna fuck. You ever get it dog style before? Ever get it in your pussy from behind? Huh?"
She didn't answer. What good would it do to tell the man that she'd never done anything like this before, that she was a virgin, innocent of man, of man's cock? He hadn't listened to anything she'd tried to say. He'd only been interested in making free with her body, forcing her to suck his prick, striking her when he found fault with her technique. And now— oh, God, now she felt the tip of his hard organ lurching up and down the slightly splayed crease of her cuntal slit. Lydia arched her back and started to move on the bed, away from him, but as she moved, so did Uncle George, and he worked the point of his stiff, swollen cock into her virginal cunt.
"Oh, my Godddddddddd!" He felt enormous, just the tip of him wedged between her tender cuntal lips, and she seemed to be on fire. Pain spurted through her body. "Oh, please, it hurrrrrrrrrrtsssss!!" she moaned, and there was a sibilance to the "s" sounds. If anything, it seemed to inspire Uncle George with more desire, for he lunged against the resistant sphincter of her pussy.
"Does it feel good?" he crowed. "Does it feel as good as all those young boys' cocks? Mine's as hard as theirs any day of the goddamn week! As hard, as horny! Here goes, baby, I'm going to ram my cock into your guts!!"
And he thrust, into the tightness, into the heated well of her pussy. "Oh, shit," he griped, "you're too goddamn tight! Wiggle your ass! Suck me up with your pussy the way you sucked me up with your mouth!"
"No!" Lydia screamed. "I don't want to do this! It's all wrong! You're my uncle, you're not supposed to be fucking me!"
"I told you that I'm the one who decides what's wrong and right, you little bitch! Your parents had to get killed in that car wreck and leave you for us to take care of. If I want a little bit of your pussy now and then, it's the fucking least you can do to pay for your keep. Now fuck me, the way a woman's supposed to fuck a man! Move your goddamned ass! Shake your hips! Swallow my cock with your hot tight little cunt!"
He slapped her ass, cheek to cheek, the way he'd slapped her face, and he pinched at the soft fleshy buttocks. Lydia found herself moving against her will, hips undulating, up, down, and as she moved, Uncle George began to work his cock into her with more determination. "Take it," he grunted. "Take my cock up your snatch! I'm fucking you, Lydia, and I'm gonna fuck you as many more times as I feel like. I always knew there was a good reason for having you in the house, and this is it!"
As he spoke, he punched forward with his penis, and the heat of him battered Lydia's cherry. She screamed, despite a mental resolution not to irritate him further, but her scream had no effect. "Goddamn my soul," he said. "I think you're a virgin. Are you cherry, Lydia? Haven't you ever been screwed before? Tell me, damn it!" And he made his cock jerk in the agonizingly tight clench of her pussy.
Lydia moaned. "I tried to tell you," she whimpered. "But you wouldn't listen."
"Hot shit," he gloated. "I haven't busted a cherry since I was about your age. But I'm gonna bust yours, Lydia. I'm gonna ram my cock through your cherry and I'm gonna put my prick in the tight wet part of your pussy where nothing's ever been before, and I'm gonna watch the blood leak out of your snatch. I'm gonna fuck you, little girl, I'm really gonna fuck you! Take this!!!"
And he rammed her, bursting like a jackhammer upon the fragile bud of Lydia's cherry. She didn't scream now. She was beyond screaming. The pangs were unendurable as he thrust furiously into her tender, splayed cuntal sheath, as he hammered the head of his dick onto her stretched, groaning maidenhead. She worked her ass up and down, back and forth, trying to pull herself away from him, but it only heightened George's pleasure. He grabbed her buttocks and manipulated them a little faster, still prodding with his dong.
"I'm gonna tear you," he announced. "I'm gonna rip that fuckin' cherry right out of you, Lydia! I'll be the first man, the first cock that ever made your pussy cream, the first cock that ever bulged your eyes out because you were stuffed full, the first load of cum that ever fired off in your snatch! Oh, Jesus, let me fuck her! Let me pop her goddamn cherry! Let me screw this hot little kid!"
And he rammed again, and this time his cock burst through the tissue of flesh. Lydia felt something very hot, wet, sticky, in her pussy, and he was in her, reaming out the unimaginably tight upper reaches of her cuntal tube. Her fingers had delved as far as the maidenhead, and her junior tampons had gone a bit further, but there was nothing in Lydia's experience to prepare her for this—for the sudden invasion of a rock-hard hot piece of flesh swollen to impressive size, far too big for her virginal twat to accommodate without pain.
"Oh, Jesus!!!" she moaned, burying her face in the bedclothes to muffle the screams of agony she longed so much to give off. Her ass lurched up as her face went down, and she felt Uncle George's groin slamming in to bang against her bottom.
It took her a moment to realize what it meant—that her uncle's cock was buried to the hilt in her tender young cunt—but as the realization swept upon her, so did the pain, and she wailed out her agony. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
When he pulled back for a second stroke, she was innocent enough to think he'd finished his obscene demands upon her and was extracting his pecker. She'd just started a sigh in relief when he rammed it up her again, nearly tearing the poor girl asunder. Again she felt his groin bang against her ass, and again she felt the ticklish presence of his balls, riding on her flesh when he was fully buried.
But the second time he pulled back, he seemed to move with a little less friction in h was still tight around him, all around him, but his cock moved easier, less painfully. There was wetness seeping from the mouth of Lydia's hole, and she assumed it must be her virginal blood leaking out, but Uncle George said, "I can feel you, Lydia .. . you're greasing yourself for me. You're leaking pussy juice, and I'm oiling my cock with it. You like this, don't you? You like being fucked by me, don't you? Tell me you like it!!" And he pinched her ass savagely.
"I like it!" she screeched, hoping the lie wouldn't choke her. "I like it!!"
"Beg me to fuck you," he said. "Beg me to fuck you with my big cock. Say 'Uncle George, I want you to fuck me crazy!' Say it!!"
She gasped. How could she say anything like that? She didn't want him to fuck her. She wanted him to take his cock out of her ravished pussy, wanted him to button and zip his pants, wanted him to go out of her room and, hopefully, die in the hallway. But he was pinching her flesh, abusing her, nails of his fingers tearing into her skin. Groaning, Lydia repeated the words he had commanded.
"Yes, I'll fuck you!" he moaned. "I'll fuck you seven ways from Sunday, you little bitch, you hot, cunty little bitch!" and he began to fuck her with a vengeance, his cock slicking in and out, filling Lydia to overflow so many times she lost count of how often he invaded her, plugged her, screwed her to the gills with his fat, driving cock. She only knew that she trembled and shook as he raped her, that her hips quivered and bounced, that Uncle George leaned in as he fucked, that he nibbled on the flesh of her shoulders, that he reached underneath to entrap her titties, to squeeze and pinch the stiffened nipples.
She was wet inside now, and she knew that some of what he'd told her was right. If she were bleeding this much because of her ruptured hymen, then her cherry must be the outlet for a major artery. Some of it had to be her own interior cuntal juices, the same kind of juices that fomented in such abundance, sticking on her fingers, wetting her gash, when she masturbated. Somehow that seemed a double outrage, that such a pleasant experience as fondling her pussy could be in any way connected to this brutal rape.
But she felt herself straining, more with each passing moment, as his cock kept on its inexorable series of plunges, withdrawals, fresh insertions, and her tongue chilled in her mouth. "NNNNNGGGHHHHHH!!!" Lydia grunted, bucking up against Uncle George, and there was no way she could halt the flood of feelings that ran through her body. His cock was driving deep at that moment, and she nearly broke it off at the root with her sudden lurch, but he rode with her, and he took advantage of the agitated trembling of her pussy to stab deep, deep, deep, all the way to the mouth of her fluttering uterus. Lydia felt him strike, and her orgasm broke loose.
She thrashed, and her legs widened their gap as he screwed himself into the very depths of her snatch. Uncle George fell across her back, his hands coming in to grab her titties, and he buried his face in her hair, nuzzling at the nape of Lydia's neck. "Come for me," he groaned. "I can feel you coming all around my cock. You're milking me. God, what muscles you've got in that hot little hole! It's a tight cunt, but it's so sweet and so fucking hot! I can feel your juice Lydia, and Pm gonna give you my juice. I'm gonna fill your pretty little tummy with my cum. Get ready, 'cause . .. here . . . it. . . coooommmmessss!!!!"
And with that he slicked his cock in and out perhaps half a dozen times, grunting with each fresh penetration, and she felt it explode deep in her pussy, felt each blasting eruption that sent cum splattering even further up her sex channel. His cock swelled even more as he ejaculated, and her pussy was stuffed full and overflowing with Uncle George. She could hardly breathe, the congestion of her vagina was so intense, and she was certain that she felt her heart stop at least twice.
In a way it was very much like diddling herself in bed or in the tub, but in another way it was quite different. Her orgasm was different from her normal ones, principally in its ferocity. She'd never come so hard before, not even during her most splendid interludes of masturbatory love.
But mixed with it, and strangely wondrous to her fourteen-year-old mind, was the sensation of his cock exploding inside her, of that sticky hot goo being poured up her cunt. She heard him moan, felt his teeth gnawing at her shoulders, his fingers like bands of iron clutching her resilient firm tits, pinching off the strained nipples that jutted from her juicy mounds in ripe red erections. He was like an animal, grunting out his lust, filling her body with hot juice. Even with his cock in her, stuffing the tight sheath of her twat, Lydia could feel Uncle George's cum leaking from the flanges he'd brutally invaded, and the feel of it running down her thighs, clotting on her skin like drying snot made her sick.
"Sweet and hot, oh, Jesus," she heard him moan into her ear, his fingers trembly on her boobs, his cock starting to go soft in the tight wrap of her cunt. "So sweet, so hot. Lydia, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you. I'm really gonna enjoy fucking you."