Linda's strange vacation

Defenceless Linda could hardly breathe let alone answer back to the rampaging adult who, horror of horrors, was her uncle. Try as she would she could not get all of that phallus in her mouth, but she found energy enough to take as much in as she could all with an active tongue. With a tremendous effort she was able to go about half?way down the thick stock. One of her hands was led to the spot where bristling pubic hairs, black as night, hid a pair of balls as large as lemons. Her hand cupped the heavy testicles and her trembling fingers began to massage them avidly.

With various movements of her head, up and down and from side to side, she began to masturbate her uncle.

Linda felt the veins in his cock thumb and expand. The sudden expansion of sensual magnitude excited the girl and she became more and more audacious. Her hand grasped Arthur's penis as though she had been 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.