Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book three

"That's my girl," he encouraged, his lips moving against the inner curves of her butt, his words tickling her twitching anus. He licked and licked, all around her sensitive twin holes, tasting her silken pussy hair, inhaling the gentle odor of her sweat and fresh urine. He would drink her piss, and eat her shit if he could have her like this every day. Damn, but she was beautiful. Perfect.

Robin's firm, plump, round buttocks were pumping sensually against his face, moving with a life of their own even as her mind rebelled against this. It was pure sensual feeling she was experiencing, and had nothing to do with her affection for her uncle. She had never, ever, ever thought of him this way. It just wasn't right, that he should have to put his mouth on her dirty bottom just to help her feel good. She was still weak with fright, her veins flushed with adrenaline and her nipples and clit with the blood of irresistible arousal. Uncle Jim was licking her where no one had ever touched her before, looking at things, parts of her body, that she considered ugly and unfit for human view.

"Uncle Jim, agh, agh, Uncle… Jim!" she sobbed unevenly against the mirror, her bottom jerking back to his slavering mouth, the cleft engulfing his face, her nipples grazing the marble counter. "You've got to stop! Please! Oh, I'm so ugly there."

Jim licked her again and again. "So beautiful here, Robin," he groaned, smacking his lips. "You're really so beautiful." She was. The pink rim of her pussy was turned in, the lips not prominent or protruding or ragged, but like a baby's pussy, and her asshole was smooth, barely puckered, and a light cocoa color. The pubic hair was thick, shining, and straight, lying down neatly over the labia majora like the tendrils of a bird's feather. And the hole was oozing the sweetest juice he had ever tasted.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, Robin," he reassured her, but her eyes were turned up in her head, her whole body vibrating with passion and her ears heard nothing.

For Jim, it was time to take her, to plunge his red-hot cock into her girlish vagina, to fuck it, and shoot it full of his manly seed. Already, his shaft was aching in the confines of his jeans, and while he continued to lick at her cunt, he used both hands to undo his belt and pants and liberate his rampant penis. It sprang free, brushing its head against the back of her knee, streaking the skin with the slime of his own need.

The nineteen-year-old virgin shivered with fear, arousal, and passion. A man more than twice her age was giving her a kind of attention she had never had, in a way she had not known was possible. The realization that it was her beloved Uncle James that was doing it to her exploded in her brain again and again with the waves of pleasure that he was giving her. He was seeing parts of her that she thought would remain hidden from everyone forever, and telling her how beautiful they were. She was ashamed at how weak she had been in letting him do this to her, though the thrill of her near death did indeed have something to do with it, whether she knew it or not.

James Devereaux backed away from the warm, wet cleft of his niece's pert bottom, giving it one last fond glance where a stream of pussy juice trailed from her virginal slit to leave a drop on the bathroom floor between her feet. As he stood up, his pants slipped from his narrow hips and bunched up around his ankles. Quickly, while kicking his shoes off and pulling his feet free of his pants, he assumed his position behind the trembling girl's defencelessly displayed buttocks. He lost no time in directing his huge cockhead toward the tiny hole he had just licked and stimulated to a soft and slippery receptivity. He felt the soft and wet contact of her vagina over the very tip of his shaft, and groaned lasciviously.

"Robin, darling, it's time that I made you a woman," he whispered.

She moaned, pushing her butt back against him with her hands against the wall, weakly trying in her virginal fear to push him away from her like that, but she only succeeded in pushing the small and tender mouth of her vagina over the head of his massive penis, engulfing nearly the whole bulbous tip.

"That's the idea, Robin," he encouraged her.

"Uncle… Uncle Jim," she gasped, trembling violently. "Please stop. We mustn't do this."

Devereaux took her soft hips in his hands and pressed forward, until her saw the shining, red rim of her cunt completely swallow his cock and he came up against the barrier of her hymen.

"But, my baby girl, we must. We can, and we must." He pushed against her hymen and heard her yelp. "Because you need it and want it."

Robin felt his cock stretching that precious membrane of her virginity. He was going to tear it, take away her innocence, make her unfit to marry a decent man. "Oh, please, no more, I can't stand it!" she moaned, but she felt her hymen tearing as her vagina, with a life of its own and in spite of the pain, moved in circles of arousal, the baby mouth of her pussy making tiny, wet smacking sounds. And then she felt him give a hard shove.

"Uncle… Jiiiiiiiiiim!" she squealed as her maidenhead was finally, decisively torn and the massive shaft slipped into her tender, young wetness a good half of the eight inches he had to offer her.

The feeling was incredible! So deep, with a feeling of fullness and intimacy. She opened her mouth wide but could not catch her breath. She gasped several times as he worked it inside her another inch, drew slightly back, and then pushed in again, another inch, then out, and back in, deeper each time until he was inside, pressing her cervix back so that the flaring head with its drooling opening was seated against the mouth of her womb, that small hole in the end threatening to fill her full of his manly, fertilizing seed.

Devereaux looked down to where his cock vanished into the purity of her creamy, white body, the thick brown hair of her cunt clasped around the thick base of the shaft like a loving, furry collar. There you go, John brother. I'm fucking your churchy little daughter now, and there's nothing you can do about it. It was a form of revenge, he thought, for his religious brother's supercilious attitude toward him and his own beautiful, wayward daughter Priscilla. Your daughter's fucking for the first time in her young life and she's going to learn to love it, if I've got anything to say about it.

"Oh, Uncle Jim!" Robin whimpered. "Please, take it out! It hurts."

Devereaux flexed and flared his cock inside her pussy and heard her grunt, saw her asshole wink reflexively. With a gentle finger, he tickled that tight, moist hole, and flared his cock again.

"Stop that," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. "That feels funny."

"Just stretching you a bit for the fun to come," he said, and while he continued with the intermittent throbbing of his massive organ, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off his shoulders to the floor. Then again his hands were on her, stroking her back and butt-cheeks, up along her ribs to her sweaty underarms, and then down to hold her firm, rounds breasts in his big, work-toughened hands.

Robin was stricken with the enormity of her sin. She had let her uncle go inside her. She was a virgin no more, and though she hated herself for her weakness and sensuality, she felt the pain in her feminine hole dissipating and giving way to a pleasant tingling that spread out through her entire insides. She felt the flaring, throbbing shaft in her womb, felt her pussy clench on it with an answering desire. A man was inside her and there was nothing she could do about it. In fact, she wasn't sure that she wanted to do anything about it.

Uncle Jim initiated gentle fuckstrokes into her hot vagina, feeling it loosen slightly in acceptance. In, deep, deep, until his hanging balls brushed pleasurably against her tingling clitoris that he had so recently licked nearly to the exploding point, then out, almost all the way, his prick now glistening with her fluids, until the flanges of the knob caught at the tight ring of her pussy with a sweet, little, wet smack. The girl's silky cunt was heaven and the feel of her tender walls sliding over the surfaces of his cock drove him on.