Linda's strange vacation

Apparently the story had made its effects on her as well.

“You're sure you don't want me to take you by the anus, first of all?” Linda looked up at him and then lowered her eyes showing him that she was his humble servant.

“Later on.” She murmured softly her eyes still glancing at the floor. “It still hurts… I would like to try… the other way first.”

“Alright then. Open up your legs.” Arthur's hands rubbed up and down the young body molding its form.

The young lass opened her legs as far as they could go and Arthur aimed his great dick at the vaginal opening.

“Now be careful, because this time your going to feel it. I mean business. Prepare yourself.” And in one slip of his magic wand he was in her snug and warm. Linda had the odd sensation that she was being devirginized a second time. She felt she was being invaded for the good now and with a gland worthy of mention. The neophyte was performing a real task this time. She tasted the hardened cock as it pressed to the bottom of her cunt. She thought, she cried, she moved to and fro and caught the rhythm of the staunch piston that powered with all its might.

She even took Arthur by his hips and made him abide to a movement that was closer to what she liked.

Finally they synchronized their gestures and were soon in perfect bliss, building and building to the supreme moment.

Linda reflected on how good it was. She pinched Arthur's rump and with another hand she squeezed the base of his sex and it throbbed like a huge muscle, which it most certainly was, raw and energetic with force.

Her uncle mounted her brutally. His weight crushed her and he beat her with his feverish body. Arthur's stomach pushed against her young lower belly with all the force of tidal wave. But Linda, pushed backward on the divan to the point where her head dropped off the edge, didn't mind the attack one bit. The girl ate it up.

She had wild thoughts about a bull, a sturdy bull raping her.

“My strong, wonderful bull.” These words issued from her lips and she couldn't prevent herself from muttering them several times.

“That's right. I'm a bull and you're a young calf. Why not?” Uncle Arthur huffed like one and refurbished his movements to a punishing degree of intensity.

Linda moaned and groaned without stopping. She no longer had to concentrate on her pleasure. A pleasure had consumed her and it was igniting the holy fires within. She came without realizing it and her juice fell between her shapely thighs.

“Oh. how good it is… It's so good…” She cried for the third time as a stronger orgasm gripped her sexual region forcing her to tremble like a tree in a windstorm.

She felt the sperm of her ravaging uncle flood within her and the two brought their respective orgasms to a fulfilled climax of joy and well?being. Uncle and niece had harmonized quite well in their act of love, a brutal ardent love that was only to be a beginning.

They moved around a bit. It was the aftermath and the nervosity of the immense feeling had stirred them.

Then tired and limp, the two buckled in silence. Linda could no longer move her arm. The calf had lost its footing.

“I'm dead.” She uttered briefly.

Uncle Arthur didn't say a thing.

Uncle Arthur lay there thinking of future treatment to administer on his lovely young niece.

Until then, they had just made love. How boring it was for him. He was a real connoisseur and, above all, he was gifted with a superb imagination. It was his duty to take care of the girl and initiate her into the realms of love in the best tradition of the family.

He moved away from the girl and went to his desk. As the light darkened in his library, he brightened his table lamp and began to write a few words.

… I find that the younger they are the more susceptible they are to ruthless attacks. Since their imaginations are wildly alive, they combine the little experience they have had thus in their lives and apply it to the act. The act is briskly approved when it suggests the erotic and the implausible for them. Strange creatures, everyone.

For Brigette, it was a horse, for she never forgot the huge equestrian animal's cock, hard and ready to function on the female who was grazing in the next pasture. For Linda, the bull. She was looking for the barrel?chested fellow who could snort and prove his valor against the odds of the sword… and then there was blood in her mind, signifying the 'deflorization'…

Everything was clear in his writer's head. He pulled out a cigarette and casually lit it as he slumped back into his leather armchair.

A few circles of misty smoke helped him to stultify the air around him and clear his thoughts. He hunched over his documents and read.

…”The young” 12?18 are essentially romantic. (Essentially was later crossed out.) Reality eludes them and they have no intention coming to grips with this unpleasant monster. Reality is a spanking, a chiding, harsh words. Reality, for them, is morality, adult society, and the humdrum of social this and social that…