Marcus Huttning - Linda's strange vacation

“Oh. how good it is… It's so good…” She cried for the third time as a stronger orgasm gripped her sexual region forcing her to tremble like a tree in a windstorm.

She felt the sperm of her ravaging uncle flood within her and the two brought their respective orgasms to a fulfilled climax of joy and well?being. Uncle and niece had harmonized quite well in their act of love, a brutal ardent love that was only to be a beginning.

They moved around a bit. It was the aftermath and the nervosity of the immense feeling had stirred them.

Then tired and limp, the two buckled in silence. Linda could no longer move her arm. The calf had lost its footing.

“I'm dead.” She uttered briefly.

Uncle Arthur didn't say a thing.

Uncle Arthur lay there thinking of future treatment to administer on his lovely young niece.

Until then, they had just made love. How boring it was for him. He was a real connoisseur and, above all, he was gifted with a superb imagination. It was his duty to take care of the girl and initiate her into the realms of love in the best tradition of the family.

He moved away from the girl and went to his desk. As the light darkened in his library, he brightened his table lamp and began to write a few words.

… I find that the younger they are the more susceptible they are to ruthless attacks. Since their imaginations are wildly alive, they combine the little experience they have had thus in their lives and apply it to the act. The act is briskly approved when it suggests the erotic and the implausible for them. Strange creatures, everyone.

For Brigette, it was a horse, for she never forgot the huge equestrian animal's cock, hard and ready to function on the female who was grazing in the next pasture. For Linda, the bull. She was looking for the barrel?chested fellow who could snort and prove his valor against the odds of the sword… and then there was blood in her mind, signifying the 'deflorization'…

Everything was clear in his writer's head. He pulled out a cigarette and casually lit it as he slumped back into his leather armchair.

Linda's Strange Vacation

A few circles of misty smoke helped him to stultify the air around him and clear his thoughts. He hunched over his documents and read.

…”The young” 12?18 are essentially romantic. (Essentially was later crossed out.) Reality eludes them and they have no intention coming to grips with this unpleasant monster. Reality is a spanking, a chiding, harsh words. Reality, for them, is morality, adult society, and the humdrum of social this and social that…

Later on he read a passage that made him take notice and a smile curled his lips.

…”Teach your child, father, teach him a good dose of it. There's the hairbrush, your belt. Don't use a newspaper it's too weak. Mix the blood in that child of yours and give him some hope for the future. Let his romanticism win over all in the final run, but first let him taste the sweet brutality of pain. Break his britches, or more delightfully, concentrate on your daughter, daddy dear. And if you don't have one, go adopt one quickly or you'll yo mad. You're getting on and so is your mistress, perfumed and dry, trying so hard to be the flower she was and never will be again.

Punishment to evoke pleasure. Look into it. It's worth a try. (Consult list of punishing devices in Vol. 13, pages 164?246.) Punishment, pugilism, power, precision, perseverance, plunder, positivism, pleasure, pulsations, probing, pleasure and pure pleasure. Is there any doubt that “P…” yes standing for prick, pornography, and pimp is my favorite letter…

Arthur closed his book and crushed his cigarette. He went over to the cabinet at the end of the room and unlocked it. He appeared to be checking its contenance. After a swift glance, he closed.

He tip?toed over to the girl, who was laying there crumpled and worn, and with his forefinger he designed a “P” ever so lightly on her bare back.

When Linda opened her eyes, she discovered the pitch darkness of night. She caught eight of her uncle standing not too far away. Arthur had taken two glass and a bottle from his private cabinet. He held out one of the receptacles half?filled with whiskey.

“Here drink this. It will do you good.”

“But, but I don't drink.” Linda protested.

Her uncle seemed irritated and the two thin lines on his forehead showed his vexation.

“Now don't be silly. Drink it.”

The young girl used her better judgement and did as she was told. Although she made horrible faces and the liquid truly burned her throat, she managed to swallow it all the same. In all her young virginal life it was the first time she had tasted hard liquour.

“Now it's my turn to drink.”

He took his glass and approached Linda's cunt with a very serious expression on his face. Then he poured the liquid on her belly?button. With hungry lips he followed the alcohol down to her fent. Once more he poured the liquor and this time it rolled down her thighs. Rapaciously he drank from the boiling fountain. Linda hurled her painful cries. The alcohol was burning her rosey sex. Arthur buried his thin, elegant head between the immaculate thighs. Above, he let drip the last drops of whiskey on her curly bush and then slobbered away like a thirsty madman.

Linda felt lees pain due to the expert licking manoeuvres of her highly professional uncle. She offered her pussy without any precaution happy to be attacked by the ardent flow of affection. His tongue searched and searched as though it were looking for a maraschino cherry. While his face plunged deep within the entrails, his other hand found the whiskey bottle and Arthur without the slightest hesitation aimed the head of Haig and Haig at the girl's anus. It plugged in with a slurping noise that embarrassed Linda. With a brusk effort he flipped the helpless lass in the air and began to pour the whiskey down her entrails. Linda squeeled her pain and fright which were equally intimidated. The sudden flood of liquid, a powerful burning liquid at that, caused an irruption of suffering in the vicinity of the girl's over?heated sex. An uncorking sound came from the adolescent's rear indicating that the bottle had made its exit as violently as it had made its entrance.

Arthur's head was there to replace the transparent cock. He loved alcohol and he adored nooky and he was a man who loved to have his cake and eat it at the same time. Arthur spared himself of the misuse of pleasures.

He was proud of his delicate gourmet tendencies and he gave a royal proof of his aristocracy and a rough account of his virility.

The little rose cage turned brown as Linda scratched her blistered anus. She whimpered and moaned as she prepared to voyage on the very rough road of erotic indecencies.

“The best of scotch mixed with the excrement of my fair niece Linda,” Arthur howled with personal triumph and his laughter was shrill and piercing. “What could be better than this wholesome aperitif? Haven't you ever been ass?fucked by a bottle of whiskey, my dear? Think what you have missed.”

Totally mortified, Linda could not and would not respond to such an impossible question. Her uncle appeared to be completely drunk with his sense of power and amusement.

She thought of getting up and going to the toilet, but the eager excavation of her probing uncle forbade her to move. Suddenly she let go with a stream of urine that splashed unmercilessly on Arthur's handsome face.

Linda tried in vain to hold back, but the pressure on her bladder was too strong. Thus she squirted a yellow flow of steaming piss flush on her uncle's puss.

But Arthur did not quit his post. He was inextinguishable. Ready to receive the last discharge and already covered with urine, Arthur created such an imponderable impression on the sensitive harp of Linda's temperament that the poor girl turned half?way around and vomited.