Jon Reskind - Uncle Gaston and niece Voluma One

"Cunt! Bitch!" he gasped. "On the floor, whore! On your belly, damn you!"

Ginny's breath caught in her throat. Had she gone too far? What in God's name had he conceived of now? She dare not hesitate. Nimbly, she hopped off him and dropped onto all-fours, her tongue-tip protruding between the two white even rows of her small teeth.

"Down!" he snapped, and she dropped flat on her belly.

Slowly, he came out of the chair and knelt to stare lasciviously at the warm, voluptuous body beneath him. He slid his hand along the inner side of her soft, white thigh to the moistened lips and thin pink slit of her pussy, tracing the hair-line separation with a forefinger upward between the creamy hued orbs of her firm, white buttocks, watching the round, soft moons arch and fall in growing excitement to his touch; then, he felt the desire in his own loins beginning to glow hotly. Mon Dieu, the feel of her satin-like skin could still set him off… damn, but she was a desirable bitch!

Ginny Novak swallowed tightly. Her subservient prostrate position, and knowing she must submit to whatever vile whim that might titillate his warped passion, was making her brain whirl in a growing kaleidoscope of sensual lust. She had no idea what he was going to do to her… or make her do to him; she only knew that she was rapidly losing all control in her rising need. Now, he was over her, and she squirming beneath him to the excitement of his near magic touch, little tongues suddenly licking salaciously at her loins and belly, building to greater and greater heights of captivating pleasure with every passing moment from the obscene teasing of his vile hands.

She dropped her face to the nap of the carpeting and groaned into it stifling the licentious throaty grunts of need emitting involuntarily from between her now tightly clenched teeth. God, how often had she vowed that she wouldn't let her body run away with her as it had so many, many times with him… and now there was less control than ever. When she lost her head like this, he became absolutely fiendish… Oh God, his hands… his hands! Her full, round buttocks hollowed and ground wantonly beneath the caresses of his pudgy, but relentless, hands, and she knew that he must sense the sudden urgency of tremors rippling obscenely over her body.

She heard his rammish laugh. She couldn't see his face but assumed he was grinning… rubbery lipped… wet and loose mouthed from the sight of her near total surrender. God… she wanted him… as always, she wanted him… and as always, she hated herself for it… but she couldn't resist the thought of his huge, wonderful cock slipping into her… "Ooohhhh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick fingers slide up inside her moist, tingling vagina to further taunt her.

Gaston Larreau gloatingly listened to her whine down into the softness of the carpeting… her voice unnatural, thick with desire and ever growing wantonness.

"Ahhhhh," she groaned once more, twisting her passion contorted face to the side so that he could see the effect his teasing was having upon her, and then it occurred to him that she was trying to anticipate his every move and he chuckled to himself; it was of the utmost importance to his sensual gratification that a woman be kept completely in the dark, lest the ultimate pleasure of shock and subjugation be destroyed.

Ginny, her bottom churning incessantly beneath his hand, made no effort to fight against the lewd, carnal urges now racing uncontrollably through her incited body, and in her mind she had begun to pray that he would fuck her soon, before his tormenting hands drove her completely out of her mind. Oh God… I want his viciously mean, beautiful cock inside my tingling cunt. I do! I do! I've got to have it or I'll go mad! Why doesn't he fuck me? Please… please… make him fuck me now… now!

But instead, his thick middle finger surged with relentless force and depth into her vagina and she froze, momentarily catching her breath, until the sensations it caused finished skyrocketing through her.

"Oooohhhhh, do it to me… do it, for God's sake!" she pleaded back at him, forgetting all of her vows to resist and not be conquered by his foul beast's lewd manipulations, trying now to twist her neck so that she could watch his maddening hands working back there at her crotch between her wide-spread thighs.

"Do what ma chere?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at her lust-contorted face as she gaped helplessly and near glassy-eyed back at the continual growing of his massive, rock-hard cock.

"Oh, damn you… fuck me!" she moaned, the words tumbling from her lips. "Fuck me animal fashion… like a dirty bitch in heat!"

Larreau began to laugh gleefully. "Oui, ma chere, as you say… but remember, you requested it, eh?" He gazed evilly down at her squirming back, a thin line of sweat beginning to form on his upper lips. "Raise up your ass," he commanded.

She was still on her stomach and without hesitation arched her hips higher, then felt his hands reaching for her to pull her up onto her knees. She let him guide her and kept lifting herself until she was entirely raised before him, high and open. She felt the weakness and trembling in her legs and wished he would hurry, but there was no way of making him enter into her again until he was ready.

Finally, he moved in behind her, spreading her thighs even wider with his knees, his heavy, pulsating cock heaving lustfully as it pointed itself toward the crinkled pinkish ring of her tiny anus so lusciously displayed to him from between the full rounded spheres of her buttocks. Suddenly, he inched backwards on his knees, then, leaned forward, probing his saliva-wet tongue upward from the moist, hair-collared flanges of her cunt-mouth, along the spread crevice to her small, prune-wrinkled rectum where he tried to penetrate with its stiffened tip, but the sphincter was too snug, and instead, he accomplished his main purpose… to lubricate it well. Then, he raised up sliding in close to her once more to taunt her cunt with the violent purple head of his peeled-fore-skinned prick, until her whimpers drifted back to him as he ran its insinuated head between the splayed lips to gently tease her clitoris, and she began to moan incessantly.

He probed tentatively at her with the gigantic fleshy weapon, searching for the hot moisture of her vagina and left her buttocks clasping at his jerking cock as he guided it with his hand down the smooth white crevice past her anus to the eager hair-lined opening that awaited him. He felt the organ brush across the softness of her pubic hair and once again reach the quivering lips of her vagina. He was playing a game. His caresses had aroused her to the point where the flowing secretions inside her had completely lubricated her whole genital area with a hot, slippery wetness that made it easy for him to worm his throbbing prick into the smooth, tight gripping flesh between her legs.

She groaned in pleasure as she felt him introduce the massive tip into her viscous coated channel, never stopping, but continuing a constant penetration… Oh God… it's so big! So hot…! until its entirety, was near submerged in slow, tormenting inches into the very depths of her belly.

"Ooohhhh yes, yes! Give it all to me… all of it!" she choked in her passion, catching herself the several times she was about to cry out, realizing that this devastating, constant plunge into her entrails was what she wanted… what she had to have.

The grotesque little czar grinned lewdly, his lips curling wetly back to expose his golden teeth as he began to fuck into her with long, powerful strokes… never hurrying, but leaning back and watching his thick, lust-hardened rod of flesh moving in and out of her wide-stretched vagina… watching the soft, pink flesh gripping him, clasping his rigid prick and pulsating against him. He sensed the muscles deep inside her passage flexing and constricting around his mighty shaft as he fucked deeper into her.