Marcus Huttning - Linda's strange vacation

Benjamin didn't have to catch on to what was happening. He rammed his rod home and Linda yelled like a martyr. Once the pain was established the ecstatical point was reached. The mere thought of having such a tremendous weapon in her cunt made Linda proud and she was in form to give everyone what they came for.

The girl bucked and grinded like the best of professional belly dancers, only she was presenting her rear.

Benjamin was delighted. He let out a few 'hee?haws' that gave all a few laughs. The ass kept driving home in Linda's boiling arse?hole.

“This is one of the better shows you've put on Arthur, my lad. Continue the good work.” Edgar commented.

It wasn't long before Benjamin rammed his cock in so far that Linda froze half way in the air.

“Ahhhhhhhh.” The girl cried as a golden smile crept over her lips.

Linda had arrived on schedule but she was still being pommeled by Benny. Chris came to the aid of the hapless, luckless girl by mouthing the donkey's testicles.

The animal's voice grew harsh and hoarse. Then with a bellowing rough cry he let out his explosion. Linda almost was shot forward as though she were being ejected from a shot gun. Chris was pinned underneath the hind legs that had given away.

Everyone applauded.

“Bravo” Nick and Helen shouted in unison.

The party had reached its denouement successfully. The guests as well as the hosts were content.

When the bunch left that evening after having another round of excellent fornification, Arthur felt proud and placed his arm over Linda's shoulder. The girl was dog?tired. She smiled bravely and excused herself for being such a slouch at the beginning of the evening.

The gang hailed her as an excellent newcomer, and Nick invited her to his home for the get?together the following weekend.

Arthur heartily shook Edgar's hand and the friends patted each other on the back.

“You're a real champ, Art, believe me. Give the girls some more for me.” Edgar waved goodbye as he parted with the appeased highly?happy guests.

That evening late at night, uncle Arthur came into Linda's room. His strange eyes grew grave and insisting.

Linda was happy to submit to her relation. She felt the hour was perfect, three in the morning, and that her uncle in excellent taste had wakened her in the middle of a most sensual dream.

The man violated the girl. He bit into her ear lobe, her calf, her behind. Arthur, completely thrown into a peculiar state of lust sucked at the girl's pussy as though it were the remains of a dried lemon.

Linda was driven to passionate heights as she chewed Arthur's majestic rod. The two ransacked each other for the delights of the flesh, and it was evident that they had discovered each other.

Suddenly Arthur leaped up and put his thin fingers on Linda's splendid shoulders.

“Linda. I believe I'm in love with you.”

“But uncle, what about Lola? You have been with her for a good number of years. It wouldn't be fair to her.

She is so fond of you.”

Arthur tumbled out of bed quite naked. He began to rubbed his hips. The man was bothered by the thought of Lola.

“Lola doesn't mean a thing to me now that you've come into my life. She will just have to resign herself to it.

Besides Lola doesn't care about anyone but herself. She is mad with lust and has not the slightest notion of what love might be.

Linda stretched her mutilated side, still sore from the powerful grasps of her uncle.

“Uncle Arthur, isn't our relationship incestuous?”

“My dear little nymph. It has been from the beginning. The only thing I hadn't counted on was my love for you. Linda, that princess I wanted to create. Well you're the creation. And I have become a luckless pygmalion.”

Uncle Arthur came back to the bed and took Linda's hand and placed it on his cock which was half limp.

Uncle and niece gazed into each other's eyes and read the bright symbols of love. For Linda, it came as a shock. She could not really say whether she was truly in love with her uncle or not.

She was very, very fond of him. Her love for him was much more in the vein of respect for an elder, although she had a craving for him sexually.

In her confusion, Linda placed her arms around Arthur's neck and squeezed tightly.

“Oh, uncle Arthur. I don't know how I feel really.”

Uncle Arthur, still sitting close to the girl, placed his stiff prick at the love lips of his sentimental niece.

“This time, my dear, we are going to make love slowly and with… feeling.” He enunciated 'feeling'.

The thin, greying man slipped his cock into the warm bush of the young fresh collegiate. She arched back and accepted the full weight of the handsome man.

Arthur's hand crawled up and down her spinal cord and finally came to rest on her buttocks. He squeezed and then sighed.

“How I love your fanny, darling.” He stuck his finger in the crevice.

Linda put her long tongue deep within the somber mouth of the ardent uncle. Their tongues entertwined in serpentine delight. Their salivas joined and mixed with a tepid flow of juice.

They embraced for several minutes, unaware that the door to Linda's room was slightly ajar.

Arthur crushed the girl to him and his rod drilled within the warm flesh.

“Can't you feel me, dear. I'm as hard as a rock. I want to last a lifetime with you. Buck a little, Linda and show me your grace.”

The girl obeyed and demonstrated her talent as a qualified lover. The two rode the high waves of glorious love. Their rippling movements would have pleased an esthetician of love.

Suddenly the door burst open and Lola, red?eyed with her hair mussed and agitated, strode into the room.

In her hand she brandished a horse'?whip. Lola had fire in her eyes. Her hand nervously gripped the ugly weapon.

“So Arthur. This is what you plan on doing to me. No more shall we pass the wee hours of the morning making love. You've found someone else. A girl who passed as a friend at first and now look at her. A tramp.

Well, I'll get my vengeance.

She let the whip crack at the bed?post. It made such a loud smack that Linda had to blink from the noise it made.

“The donkey wasn't enough for you was it Linda? Well maybe we can give the evening some variety yet.

A wicked blow caught the girl around the neck and almost strangled her. When Arthur got up to protest, he was met with a vicious whip?lash that got him around the mid?section. The man doubled up in pain.

“Lola, you… you've gone out of your mind. What are you trying to prove?” The man spoke in pain.

Another sting of the lash caught him directly on the back and took the wind out of him for several seconds.

“Go ahead Arthur. Suffer a bit. It will do you good. You've been the great lord here. Everything you wanted was placed at your feet. How does it feel to get a genuine hot?foot?”

Lola crushed the whip down on the man's left foot. He yelped like a dog writhing in pain.

Linda came to the protection of her uncle. But she was met with a reign of blows that weathered off her breasts and behind.

“Lola, put down that whip or I'll never forgive you. You've lost your head.” Arthur just managed to puff these words out. He fought to regain his breath.

For a moment Lola hesitated. She knew Arthur's wrath, but this time she was definitely going to face it all the way. The tigress was determined to fight the man to the last straw.

By a glance of daggers the two former lovers declared war. Linda began to whimper. For the first time since her visit to the villa, she became afraid, truly afraid.

With back?alpas and overhand blows Lola let fly that horrible lash. Instead of seeking cover, Arthur crawled toward her. He had the disadvantage of having the frightened Linda to him like a leech.