Chapter 8

Yes, she had been nine when her sex life had really begun. That is, if you don't count the day she was born, since that is, in truth, when even one's sex life actually begins. Nine and a half, really, give or take a few weeks.

But time passes, and things change. She and her Uncle Tommy had an "anniversary." At least, he said it was exactly one year since she had come downstairs and had found him asleep, his balls so filled with jism that his cock was about to burst.

He stood her in front of him, both of them naked, of course, and they looked at themselves and each other in the tall mirror on the old-fashioned golden oak vanity.

"Look at yourself," he said in the low voice that always gave her such a thrill. "Look at these tits! I told you I'd make them bigger, didn't I?" He had his smooth, warm hands on them, pinching them so hard that they hurt. Really hurt, like a bad bruise. But in a way that made her belly crawl with warmth, made her pussy feel like it was opening and closing, like a mouth, sucking on nothing.

She had her hand behind her, gently squeezing on his hard cock. It was still the smoothest skin she had ever felt. Not as slickly smooth, maybe, as the inside of her outer lips, where the vein-marked labia swelled and dripped. But they weren't really skin, anyhow. Membraneous tissue, epithelial tissue. Yes, and erectile tissue as well. She knew because Uncle Tommy had let her read his secret store of books, let her look, with glowing loins, at the lovely pictures of men and women doing all the things that men and women can do to each other. But she couldn't read these. The plain books, the ones without pictures, were printed in English. Printed in England itself, as a matter-of-fact. But the ones with the pictures were in French. But who needed to read?

"Look at the hair on my cunt, too," the proud young child said, her warm little hand closing tighter on her uncle's big prick.

Strange how it was no longer frightening to her. After that first time of fucking, once it had gone in, it had seemed no longer a frightening thing at all. But she had never tired of it. Which was not so strange. She loved the man.

He might have been looking into her mind.

"Is there anything new you want, baby doll?" he asked her softly. "Did you like when my finger was in your cut, puckery, pink little rectum, and I was sucking on your hard little clit?" He laughed, also filled with pride. "You screamed loud enough."

She shivered and tugged at his cock. "I want you to stick this in my ass," she said, and shivered with the hard, chilling joy of rectal anticipation. "Right up my butt! You said you would, as soon as my pussy was covered over with hair."

The man grinned at her, feeling under her slender young arms, lifting her off the floor. "Leggo my dick," he growled, "or I'm liable to stick it in your ear. Listen," he said earnestly, as he turned her to him, so that he could feel her hard nipples boring into his chest, "that's too much for a little girl. You are still a little girl," he reminded her, stroking her buttocks lovingly.

"You're chicken," she scoffed. "It's always you who's afraid. Let me suck on your dick a minute, glom it up with spit. It'll go in easy, I'll bet. Your finger just felt great!"

She felt his cock grow, felt it harden still more, and stepped back. "Hey, don't shoot it before it's in," she gibed, but her voice was tender and loving. Somewhere in some dark place in her mind, she acknowledged to herselft that she could not hold him always. Some day, of course, he'd leave as he had come. Let me have all of him, God, she prayed. Oh, let me have all of him to remember!

He pulled her over onto the bed, and her young heart leaped. I'm going to get it. He's going to lick my asshole, and drizzle spit into it, and then he's going to give me that wonderful peter, all the way up in my guts. He wouldn't pull me down on the bed if he wasn't going to brown me! "Brown me!" What a phrase. She had heard one of the big boys at school use it. And, feeling so grown up in her liaison with her uncle, she had boldly asked him, in the cafeteria line, what he meant by it.

He had almost dropped his tray, blushing beet red, and an older girl in front of him had said scornfully: "It means a guy stuck his cock into this guy's asshole, Miss Brighteyes."

The poor guy had fled from the line, and the girl, mean-faced, had said: "Damned queer! That's all those fags know-butt fucking and cocksucking!"

But the courageous child had thought the girl protested too much. Probably tried to cop the poor guy's jock and got rejected. What did words mean? Uncle Tommy had said: "Never be afraid to be yourself. No matter what some prune-faced old bitch says. Do what you feel like doing. Listen, kid, if I wanted to suck cocks, I would suck them with aplomb, and if any sonofabitch called me 'cocksucker,' I'd spit a little jism in his face!"

So she held his swelling cock, squeezing it so that it wouldn't shoot off prematurely.

It rarely did, now that she kept him so well fucked. For it was this ten-year-old who felt she was the responsible party. The one who managed things. Much as she loved him, much as she knew that he was teaching her all she knew, she also felt it in her woman's mind that it was she who used the knowledge properly.

She had had her first period just before she had gone down to his room that first time. Her pussy had been swelling regularly, at monthly intervals. And her breasts, soft little nubbins that were mostly nipple, pained her at those times. But of course, once she had been getting that big, hard, hot cock, with the rubbery knob that Uncle Tommy called his "glans," battering it harder and harder against her tiny, hard cervix, she had really begun to pour out the menstrual blood, the cellular trash and thin, clear goo. And naturally, her little bud breasts had flowered, until they were as big as mama's. And mama, hidebound church-goer that she was, still had had to be secretly proud of how such a young girl had grown so.

"Not even ten," she would marvel. "And just look at your little boobies! It's this California sun, all these vitamins."

And little Lola would look down at her plate, blushing, not daring to look at Uncle Tommy. When he was at the table with them, which wasn't often. For he managed to keep always on different shifts than mama and daddy.

She squeezed his wonderful, smooth skinned, purple headed, big veined cock. He had taught her how.

"I knew this nurse, or medical student, or something like that. When I was in school at Minnesota. She was taking some sort of course in sex education. Wow! Hold it like this, see? Your sweet little hand around it and your thumb on the hard part, just under the head. There. That's right. Now, just squeeze, real easy, and hold it. Man, is that magic! I was about to shoot my wad, now I'll bet you I could suck it for a half hour without me letting it go!"

So that's how she held it. The way that graduate student, or whoever it was, had done, the one that was trying to get her Masters degree in sex education. So now, because Uncle Tommy had taught her, she knew.

"Stick it in me," she whispered. "I held it the way you said. You won't cum too soon. Oh, Uncle Tommy, it's our anniversary. You said you'd do it like that, stick it up my fanny. Please!"

He laughed and goosed deep into the crease between her young, softly firm buttocks. "Right up there, hey, baby?" he teased her. "Listen, if you give me everything, or I give you everything, won't we get tired of each other?"

Laughing, she gave his hard cock a hurting jer. "Not me," she vowed. "You, maybe. It's the guy that gets tired, isn't it? But not me. Not ever!"

She turned and sucked really hard on the red knob, holding it between her lips like a ripe plum out of which she was trying to suck all the juice. "I'm not tired of being your cocksucker!"

He groaned. "There you go again, talking trash," he complained, but his voice was tender, and so was his hand, pulling at one of her soft, full breasts. "But if I get tired, then you'll have to bring me some new stuff. Would you do that, Miss Priss? Would you be old Unk's procuress?"

She jacked the thick, soft skin up and down, each time exposing the swelling red head, looking so smooth as it filled with blood.

"There's two chickies at school," she said. "Both of 'em just dying for a chance even to see a man's prick. Let alone play with it. Or suck it. Older'n me. Want me to bring them? Then give me a sweet, solid fuck in my sweet, solid little ol' butt! Looky!" and she turned, got on her knees and elbows, her sweetly divided little rump stuck right up to her uncle's face.

He clutched her, one softly muscled asscheek in each warm hand, and pressed until her puckered little asshole opened to show the pinkly grained inner skin. Exactly like her cunt. But even tighter. And I hear it's a degree hotter. A whole degree.

Still holding her that way, he ran his tongue into her rectum, thrusting its muscular point as deep as he could get it, while Lola squealed with delight.

"It's better than my pussy!" she moaned. Honest, Uncle Tommy, I'll get you those babes. You'll love 'em. They're beautiful. And never had so much as a finger up their little twats! Please buggar me!"

There was an intense pang of need in her as she got up, at his direction, and brought back the vaseline.

"Smear it on my cock, baby," he ordered, his voice now tense.

He had wanted this, he had wanted both these things. To sink his cock in her virgin asshole, and for the girl to bring him the fresh young cunts of her schoolmates. But he wanted her to beg to do both. "Smear it on thick, baby. This old cock isn't all that big, but it's going to feel like the thick end of a baseball bat, going up your ass!"

He loved to watch her delicate, graceful hands at this job. It felt even better, a girl so young, with such tender hands, preparing his cock to plunge into her bowels. Whew! He reached out and squeezed her breast, hard, making her jump, making the pussy juice build up in the inner pouches of her young vagina.

"Now," she said, turning her butt toward him, handing him the vaseline bottle, "You do me."

He touched her in the sensitive closure of her trembling cunt.

When she bucked back so hard that his finger went clear into her, he twisted it around and said: "You're a juicy little angel! How about I just insert it in your sweet little twat?"

But he slipped his left hand to the front of her thigh, holding her while he stuffed vaseline into the twitching, tender, sensitive rectum. Goddamn, she was ready for it!

"Okay," he said, "I want you to be in charge. How it goes in, how far, how fast. Understand? How do you want to do it? Looking at yourself in the mirror, watching it sink slowly into your butt? Or looking at me, watching me screw up my face as you fuck the skin off my poor ol' cock."

She was over him, facing him, on her feet, knees bent in a hard squat, feeling for his cockhead with her blind little asshole.

"I want to look at you, Uncle Tommy, she whispered huskily. "I want you to have it, just like you've had every other virginity I've got. And I won't hurt your 'poor ol' cock,' you big ninny! I know a little more about men's cocks than I did a year ago!"

She stuck out her tongue at him, and he looked between her straining thighs, seeing the nice bush of taffy blonde hair on her pussy. It made him proud. Of her, of himself.

"Reach behind you," he said, finding it a bit hard to control his voice. In a few seconds, he'd have it in her tight little ass. Something about the slick way he'd engineered it made him gloat. She'd do anything for him! If she had a cunt in her ear, she'd give it to him.

She had his greased cock, now, and was doing exactly the right thing-trying to find her asshole with the cock, instead of trying to find the cock with her asshole.

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "OHHHHH! NOT SO FAST!"

She fell forward on him, and he still kept it in her, but it was almost out.

"Back," he hissed. "Back! Try to get back up on your legs. The way you were! Oh, baby, that's a tight squeeze!"

The feeling was so big that it was making her cry. It was much worse than she had expected, and still, much better. She could tell that there wasn't much of it in, maybe only two inches. But she felt like Uncle Tommy had said. Like a baseball bat was up her ass. And it felt, strangely enough, more cunty than the first time she had gotten on it. "It feels so good," she croaked, dry mouthed. "It hurts me, but it hurts me so good, Uncle Tommy!"

He reached under her and held her buttocks, holding them open again, helping her at least to get back on her knees. It was good as he had hoped, and now, he was going to teach her something more.

"You know how your inside muscles work when we fuck?" he asked. "How you clamp down? Like when you're on the toilet, and you're cutting off your peepee, you know?"

The cock seemed to be sliding into her, for all she could do to stop it. It was her weight; no, it was her choice "OHHHHH! OHHHHH! It's too much!" But she still chose to push down.

Her entire body shook, giving the man the most excruciating pleasure along his cock nerves. By looking down, under his niece, he could see that all of his cock except the last inch was buried in that virgin rectum. She trembled. "What did you ask me?" she breathed.

"Clamp down on the cock," he coaxed. "Bite me with your muscles. Suck up! Use your butt muscles!"

"I can't," the girl sobbed. "I'm too tight. You're too big! It feels good, but I can't do it. Oh, please, Uncle Tommy. I can't!"

He suddenly remembered an old song. Something about trying a little tenderness. After all, a kid ten years old. And he did love her, just as she loved him.

He took her little face between his hands, rubbing a trace of vaseline in her hair. "Kiss me, little lovey," he whispered. "Never mind. I wanted it to be right for you, and I'm sorry I'm so big. Just open your sweet mouth and kiss old Unk!"

With a frantic little cry, she strained to kiss him, her tight young butthole coming up and partly off his greasy dick. The movement of withdrawal inflamed those erotic nerves more than when the two of them had strained her sphincter to get him into her. Beautiful! And a relief of that hard, pressing pain that was so good, but that hurt deep up in her guts, all the way to her liver. He's wonderful and big and hard. I'm so lucky he'll fuck me, teach me, love me!

She had her tongue in his mouth as she thought this, and it caused a mysterious change to strike her in her pelvic floor. It was all fucking, no matter what hole it was in. It was all delight. It started as a wave, a ripple of fire in her vagina. At least, she thought that's where it was. It made her move and leap and push down on his cock. She was cumming, that's what. And she always rode his cock, crazy with cum fever, when she began to spill it.

Only, this time, the cumming was inside her. Deeper. It didn't seem to be in her cunt at all. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed. "FUCK UP ME, UNCLE TOMMY! OHHHHHHH! IN MY AAASSSSSS! OHHHHHH!"

She realized that she was plunging up and down much harder than with any regular vaginal orgasm. The strain was twice as bad, now, and she knew it was because his cock was swelling bigger with its normal explsion of sperm from his balls. If she had not been so virginal, so tight, in her little rectum, it would not hurt so bad. OR SO GOOOOOD! OH! WOW! And she lost herself entirely, falling into a sensual put of writhe-and-absorb, quaking with a pleasure too deep to bear, to wonderful to describe.

"AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!" She was screaming inarticulately, now, the vital force of her orgasm making her a puppet of love, conscious only of the terrible delights of her first butt-fucking orgasm. She felt as if each new shot of Uncle Tommy's semen would blow her off his big, hard, jet firing cock, release her like a toy monkey frigging up and down on a toy stick.

Except for one thing. His arms holding her, and her arms holding him. And her sweetly gripping young rectum, now becoming fanatically in love with the stretching prick inside it, hanging on to the big organ with every loving muscle in her guts.

When she finally came down to earth, Uncle Tommy was stroking the sweated locks back from where they had tumbled down over her face.

"My baby blonde," he was whispering. "My little miniature fuck-freak woman! What a sweetheart!" And his hands were now going down to her round little behind, cupping the firm globes, squeezing them with loving brutality, so that her body kept moving on his prick, her weary muscles, slick with vaseline and the great white gobs of his semen, grasped and released unconsciously, as he had begged her to do when they started.

"Anniversary time's over, baby," the man said, kissing her on her sweating forehead. "Don't forget, this is your mama's early day. No work, only one of those missionary excursions. Her feet won't stand a whole afternoon of that."

The child released her rectal grip on his cock slowly and grudgingly. For a moment, she felt a glow of jealousy and anger at her mother. Interfering with the pleasure, and above all, the schooling, that she was getting from her wonderful uncle.

"She's so mean," the little girl choked. "Most of the time. She's into that religion of hers until it's freaked her out. She and dad, too. But she's the worst. You're always laughing about it, saying you can't understand it. Especially her. Why do you say that? 'Especially your mama.' What's that supposed to mean?"

She was cleaning up, wiping between her legs, between her asscheeks, for his jism and hers, for vaseline. She looked at the tissue. There was no sign of shit, merely one brown streak.

"I never realized I was so clean inside," she said.

She used a handful of new tissues on her uncle's cock as he lolled back on his elbows, grinning, his big old peter still pretty hard. Hard enough to sort of loll around, like he was doing.

She leaned and sucked on it, rolling her young eyes up at him. He was so great!

He patted her on her blonde head. "I've known your mama a long time, remember," he said. "When she was younger, she wasn't all that strict." Something made him laugh. "One thing, baby. As long as I'm around, she won't get too tough with you."

As she zipped up her jeans, he fondled one of her ripe breasts and grinned at her. Don't forget the new chickies," he said. "You know, the two who're dying for the sight of a man's dick."

She kissed him passionately. "I promised, didn't I? she asked. "I'll bring 'em. You just tell me when!"