Marcus Huttning - Linda's strange vacation

Bites and kisses were bestowed upon her mouth neck and breasts.

Uncle Arthur backed off for awhile and contemplated his victim.

“She's well?made, my little niece.” He laughed and spoke to himself. “Is she really a woman now? Do you know what one does to delicious little girls like you?”

With one hand he pushed her legs apart and stabbed a finger brutally in her anus. Linda squeeled, but her uncle pushed harder with his finger.

“Now, don't scream.” He rubbed his cook against her belly. It was as hard as a policeman's club. “What are you going to do when you have this up there?” He indicated his words by applying pressure with his buried finger.

Linda screeched an 'ouch'. She was horrified by the thought that his big instrument would pulverize her rose?bud behind. Even a finger hurt as it went back and forth. What would an enormous piston like his do to her? The idea made her faint. She spread her legs wider apart to relieve the pressure of the thick finger.

Pleasure mixed with pain ebbed in the cellar of her lower body. The tickling sensation close to her vaginal hollow was undeniable agreeable in some ways although it plugged up her very tiny aperture. “You're beginning to like it, aren't you? Very well.”

He withdrew his finger and inhaled with satisfaction. He played the part of an aging tarzan.

“Come here. We're going to do 'it' on the divan.” He led her by her rump which she found embarrassing to say the least.

Delicately he lay her on the soft divan. Linda felt the rigid sex against her body and awaited the tormenting moment to unveil itself, the moment when he would penetrate. She was sure he would be brutal about it and it would all come about when she would be unprepared for it. She was not had by her uncle's 'scotch showers', sweet and then brutal. No, he was too jealous of what Bert had accomplished with her and he wanted to be one up on his loathsome nephew.

She sensed his preparation, his heat and his terrifying, throbbing sex.

He leaned over his niece and bade her open her thighs. She obeyed and watched his face sink like the sun as it buried itself in her sex. His tongue healed her vagina which had been wounded by the assaults of cousin Bert.

It was the first time she realized that this area still hurt.

Then he put his mouth at her anus and penetrated with the tip of his tongue. Uncle Arthur was full of improvisations. She hoped that he meant his tongue and not his thing. Linda prayed that he would reconsider his terrible plan.

What he was doing to her now proved to be entirely to her liking. He licked around the orifice and then tongued slightly in the interior like a timid bee. It sent chills of warm delight up and down her spine. She even enjoyed his chiding bites on her rump that caused her to squirm. Linda wiggled her buttocks in order to please her uncle whom she hoped would spare her.

Arthur was drunk with the intoxication of love. He began to lick her furiously. Both the vagina and anus were neatly combed by the unfailing tongue, but the anus was particularly favorized.

Linda started to moan with pleasure. It felt good, but really good. Squeels of animal delight issued from her wet lips.

“Do you like that?” cried Arthur with his face buried in the croupe.

“Oh, that's fine,” murmured the transported youngster. “It's delicious. I love it so.”

The uncle remained spellbound as though he were contemplating two gorgeous hunks of fruit. He squeezed the buttocks as though he wanted to rip them off.

“And now comes the fun. We are going to see whether you'll like what I am going to do?”

Linda's mind reeled in a mad attempt to ward off what might be a true disaster. A sudden thought occurred to her. Perhaps he would be less brutal if she pretended that she wanted it as much as he. He might lose interest.

It was worth taking the chance for she had nothing more to risk.

“Do what you like? You can do whatever you choose, uncle dear.” Somehow her voice sounded unassured and weak.

He waited for nothing more. He had the permission and even if he hadn't it would have amounted to the same thing. Arthur turned her over and her head was quickly buried in between the two silky pillowy. Through her spread out legs she was able to see the enormous cock wend its way toward her rump. It rolled around as though it were getting its bearing and then it stiffened in aim and finality of purpose. At that moment Linda knew she was doomed. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily.

Instinctively she recoiled and tried to dodge his thrust, but it was too late. He had already lodged the head of his member in the tiny opening. A tear fell from the cheek of the unlucky adolescent. Arthur noticed the whimpering of his child?like niece, but it made no difference or alternation in his operations. He attacked for a second time, lubricating the anus with saliva and a adept finger.

“You see, little doll, you'll never be a real woman until you're deflowered right her in this region. It may just as well be me…”

And he proved what he meant. With one heave he burst through that tight band of flesh into the entrails of his beloved niece. Linda let out a savage howl. She had never felt such a painful sensation before. It was a profound suffering that caught in her throat. A staff of masculine flesh had protruded her anal sector with all the animal force needed to rupture a tiny, undefended aperture.

Thoughts spun in her broken head. 'That's not the way one makes love. He's trying to kill me..' Her body remained pinned to the divan with her hopeless thighs spread apart and her face tormented and crisped on the pillow. Linda was in a stupor. The only reaction and return to life she could muster up was the repulsion toward her uncle's biting embraces on the neck and his teeth marks against her mouth. He was horrid to her, she mused. Who could have such a wicked, monstrous uncle.

Uncle Arthur was only half in the small opening. He still had his work to cut out, so to speak, and he was never one who shirked a task, whether it was literature or love. For this man both of them entertwined and drained his very senses.

He plunged once more, only more brutally, more indecently. He managed to strike bottom of the stricken girl who seemed to bob and remain paralyzed with her neck stretching taut and her eyelids tightly closed.

The grey?templed man accelerated his movements while he played with the red?lipped vagina of his lovely niece. Linda was unaware, due to the violent pain, that she had two rectal orgasms. Only during the second one did the element of pleasures enter into play. A strange smile crept over her like a light veil of soft silk.

Her uncle rolled on her like a rough sea captain. His pleasure was immense as the sea and as hopeful as a sky of deep blue.

“Tell me, Linda, does it hurt? I think you are beginning to enjoy it. You're as wet as a little puppy… Come now own up with it.”

“I… I… like it. Yes… It's good.” Her voice was oozing with a certain sensual hovering shrill.

“My little pup, pup, pup.” Her uncle whispered in her ear and then pushed up and laughed heartily as though a victory had been won.

Linda moaned with the new onslaught of pleasure that filled her body. This time she felt that she was on the verge of having an orgasm. Stimulated and prepared she wished to carry the position to its ultimate glory. So she took the man's testicles and adeptly toyed with them. She even pulled on them indicated that he should not spare the rod to spoil the child. Linda wanted him deep, very deep within her.

Arthur was getting his just due now. He reeled with the throbbing sensation of pre?orgasm pleasure. The man roared with joy and impulsively bit into Linda's back as he hammered away with his huge instrument.