acquainted with it for a long time and her head bowed over the purple mushroom that was oozing a white liquid ever?so?slowly. Linda began to bite on it as though it were really a fruit or vegetable.
Then his cock began to pulsate with a sudden spasm and before Linda could think of what she might do under such circumstances, her mouth was full of salty burning fluid. She looked up bewildered and flushed. Uncle Arthur placed his hand over her mouth preventing her from spitting it out. So it went down swallowed, mouthful after mouthful. It was strange to see the girl brimming over with his hot soup, there must have been a bowl of it. Arthur had mentioned this in a letter he wrote to a friend not many years ago.
Linda did not seem unpleased with the taste of Arthur's come. She even went back to sucking the phallus trying to get the last drop out of it. It was though she were a baby calf trying to gel at the dripping remainder of milk.
When her gourmandise came to a halt, she drew back and took a good look at the man who was dropping in his armchair, his arms akimbo and his eyes half?closed.
“Little wench. You had me in the stars for awhile. I had no idea you were so handy with that lovely mouth of yours. And did you enjoy it?”
What could she say? She blushed, her eyes could not meet his enflamed eyes and so they remained downcast.
The act had been accomplished and words, she thought, were useless. However, she managed to utter a few wise ones.
“If it pleased you uncle, it had the same effect on me?”
They sat quietly for a few minutes and then Arthur's hand began to wander up Linda's thighs in the same direction. This time he pinched at her bottom and his finger came to rest on the orbit of her ass?hole.
“No, don't touch tonton.” She jumped up and ran to the window. “Please don't touch it.”
Arthur wandered about his niece. What was this 'tonton' business? Did she have an anal complex? He planned on finding out. He strode over to the door and locked it. When he came back to the center of the room, Linda was sitting on the table her legs offering an attractive sight.
“And now my darling you're going to see something that will perhaps shock you and rob you of that snippy and carefree attitude you have.” His voice grew hard and his lips turned cruel with its mocking air.
When Linda saw him close the door and lock it, she had already suspected that something unpleasant was in store for her. She thought of screaming out, but there was no one who would come to her rescue. But on a second thought, what more could he do to her? She was too nervous to appreciate the situation for what it was worth.
Her uncle did not even take the trouble of placing his drooping cock back in his trousers. He walked to the window and closed the curtains and then came back to her.
“I was told that you were “devirginized ” this morning. It was just what I wanted to do myself. I counted on it, but one can't have everything. At any rate there are parts of you that are still in tact, and healthy, and virgin.
Just the same, Bert wouldn't have operated in two directions. There is a limit to the young lad's experience.”
He noticed that Linda didn't catch on to what he was saying. He quickly put his hands on her legs and uncovered her skirt. Uncle Arthur was in complete control of himself this time.
“I am speaking, my dear cousin, in terms that you will understand better… I am speaking of your “virginal anus”.
Linda put her hand over her mouth in an effort to hold back a stifling cry.
“My what?”
“Yes, exactly, my cabbage. And I promise you that you will not get out of this room before you have given me your little flower of a pink asshole. I want some sort of pleasure today. Quick, get undressed.”
He had already unbuttoned his shirt. Arthur rapidly took off his pants and shorts as though he had been used to it all his life. It is true that this was almost a daily practice with him in his adult life.
Her uncle revealed two strong legs and a muscular torso. His chest was covered with dark crinkly hair the same color that outlined his huge sex. As he eyed Linda who was undressing slowly with a contorted expression on her face, his cock went up like a flag?pole. In a few seconds his prick had taken on the respectable proportions of the last half?hour.
Linda seemed drained of all thoughts and pluck to fight back. She was incapable of making a gest.
Arthur's fierce eyes burnt right through her while the same cruel mouth twisted in delight and terrible passion.
“Ah, you don't want to behave, is that it? Well, we shall see about that. I'll have you just the same.”
She had not as yet taken off her blouse and Arthur with one fell swoop of his large hand ripped it from her body. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he did the same with her bra. Linda's breasts vibrated in the air. Ravaged and hungry, uncle Arthur pounced on her and merciless bit into those two ripe fruit with the raspberry trimming.
Linda felt the teeth marks and she cried out in pain. The sudden burst brought him back to his senses and he let up for an instant looking strangely at the girl who dared to defy him.
With a thrust of his hand he ripped off her skirt and then put his fingers around the elastic waist?band of her panty and snapped the cord ripping the nylon under garment.
Linda was now completely nude. Her uncle leaned heavily on her as she was forced to arch over the table.
His weight and extreme passion crushed her and she felt the jabs of many items that loitered on the table.
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.
