maidenhead and just lay there for a bit to allow her to get used to having me inside of her.
“This may hurt just a bit but I'll stop and let you tell me when you are ready. Here goes.”
I pulled back a bit and thrust forward to break through. To my surprise she pushed back just as I hit her hymen and it popped easily. She gave a little gasp and held me tight as I slid in as far as I dared. We lay together until I felt her start to move under me and allowed her to grow comfortable with having me deep in her. Soon we were moving in unison. I held back until I felt her start to orgasm and when she did I let mine join hers. She screamed and went limp under me as I collapsed on top of her and rolled kind of to one side. I was still in her and I could feel her muscles milking me as she rode the waves of her climax. Time stopped until we both were sated and we fell apart.
There was blood all over my cock, on the sheets, blood splattered on her thighs. I was afraid I hurt her too much. “Oh no,” I said.
And then she started to cry and laugh and kiss me anyplace she could reach. “Uncle Dave, that was wonderful, unbelievable, fantastic, I'm so happy I could die. Hold me for a while.”
“The blood…”
“I hurt a little but I'm okay,” she said.
We spent the night making love until we reached the point of exhaustion and fell asleep while cuddling.
It was late morning when we awoke and we showered together and went to find breakfast. We were touching at all times and after we ate I picked her up and carried her outside to a sunny, grassy spot and made long slow gentle love again. We spent the day just enjoying what we had and about suppertime I got a call from her mother. Was Rhonda here and would she be staying the night or would she need a ride home? It was strange and I had the feeling that somehow she knew what had happened and that she approved.
She and Rhonda talked for a bit and again I wondered what was going on. Rhonda hung up the phone “Mom says that I can stay if I want to and if it's all right with you. Can I stay, please?”
Like I could say no.
That night I thought she could take it in the ass but no matter how hard I tried, her anus would not give. She cried and was in pain so I stopped.
“Just do it, Uncle Dave,” she said.
“Later,” I said. “Maybe a finger…”
I did get a finger in. Her asshole was steaming hot. She liked it when I fucked my finger back and forth into her, shit getting all over my fingers. Again I tried and I could only get the head in. She was in too much pain.
“I'll get some small dildos next time,” I told her, “this way we will gradually stretch your ass till it's ready for a whole cock.”
“I just want to please you, Uncle Dave.”
“Oh baby you please me plenty.”
I mean, what other man could have an almost eleven-year-old lover like this?
I took her into the shower and had her get on her knees and told her to open her mouth. She did not once jerk back or complain about drinking my piss, because she meant it when she said she would do anything and everything.
We continued to spend time together and even spent some time with her mom and Ted, almost like I was an approved boyfriend or something. Our sex life knew no limits and she was eager to try everything that she had ever heard of. Anal was fine as long as we took our time and I was gentle; bondage was fine but after she got hot she wanted free to really move; toys, oh boy, that was anything and anywhere and she loved the feel of a small vibrator in her asshole as I made love to her. She drank my piss whenever I wanted and she would squat over me and piss on me, and I would drink her. I was not into scat pay but she had heard about it and I told her on some special day we would trey that. She giggled and said, “So weird, you'll take a dump on me.”
We even were able to sneak away for a few short trips. She loved Sea World and Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm. We made love on the sand on the beach and on the deck of a boat as the stars swirled overhead. We awoke and watched as the sun rise over the high mountains while we made love to welcome the new day.
Life was good.
It was good until Rhonda told me, when she was thirteen, that she was having sex with her mom's boyfriend. It had started a month back and she said Ted knew what she was doing with me and if he didn't let him fuck her, he would tell her mother and she would never see me again and Uncle Dave would go to jail. So she gave in. But she did not hate it. She loved sex all the time and when we could not be together, making love to Ted helped.
“He does not make love to you,” I said, aghast. “He rapes me.”
“The first time was rape,” she said. “Not anymore. Sometimes I ask him to make love to me.”
“He fucks you!” I yelled. “Not love!”
She was confused.
“Are you mad, Uncle Dave?”
“What do you think?”
“I thought you would be fine with this.”
“What? How could you?”
“You have other girls in your bed, when I'm not here.”
That stopped me in my tracks. How did she know about the other girls? I did my best to make them all feel they were the only ones.
“I 'know,' Uncle Dave,” Rhonda told me, “and girls talk.”
“It's never like it is with you, with them,” I said. “I love you, Rhonda.”
“Do you love the others?”
“Not like you.”
“But you love them some?”
I nodded. “Some. But not like you.”
“Then why can you have other lovers and I can't?”
“Do you love him?” I asked. “Do you love Ted?”
“A little.”
“But…”
“But not like you. I want to marry you, Uncle Dave. I don't want Ted that way. My mom will marry Ted.”
“What if she ever found out?” I said.
“We're careful.”
“How many times a week does he fuck you?”
“Twice at least and only in my ass,” she said. “He's afraid he'll get me pregnant, and he says Mom doesn't like it up the butt and since I do…”
She actually blushed.
I asked he what else she did with Ted, who was thirty-five. She sucked him and he went down on her but he never fucked her pussy. He had asked what she did with me and she told him about the golden showers and bondage but that wasn't his thing. He said he wanted to watch her fuck another man some day, maybe me, maybe with one of his friends.
“What did you say?”
She said, “I said okay.”
I was enraged but I was also turned on, thinking about her with him, or another man. But I wasn't ready to release her. I took her in anger, fucking her hard, spitting in her face and calling her a whore.
I imagined her in a gang bang, being taken by dozens of men, one after the other, and I knew if I asked her to do that, for my pleasure, she would.
I flipped Rhonda over and shoved my cock up her ass without lubricant. Her ass could take it.
“He fucks you like this?” I asked.
“Not that hard,” she said.
