Linda's strange vacation

In her wildest imagination she would never have dreamed all this was possible. It was only that morning that she had arrived pure and innocent just to spend a vacation by the sea. Never in her most daring dreams would she have gathered these images and perverted sensations. And yet, reality had soared beyond the most troubling hallucination.

Arthur, who was admiring the situation with his eye of a true connoisseur, licked his lips at each plop of shit that issued from the dainty ass?hole.

“Stop. I don't want to come right now, since I have other pleasures in view.” Linda, who had finished her needs, leaned over to grab the toilet paper, but Arthur's hand stopped her from exercising any further action. Neatly he unraveled the roll of hygenic paper and wiped her clean himself. Then he bent over and licked out the rosebrown hole.

“Come here, the bath is ready.” Arthur led naked Linda by the hand.

The stepped into the oversized bath at the same time. The water came up to their hips. Linda felt a prickly sensation caused by the tepid water which soothed and burned her skin at the same time. She had recently been beaten and she was highly sensitive from head to toe. Little by little she became used to the warming effect of the water as she watched her uncle soap himself vigorously.

Then charitable Arthur soaped his niece as though he were washing a puppy?dog. Linda made faces and it was obvious that her wounds gave her much distress.

“Now, now…” Her uncle's voice grew paternal and debonnaire. “You're as dirty as a pigling and you squeel at a piece of soap. If you don't behave, I shall have to punish you and you can just guess how I'll go about it.” He meant business and Linda had no doubts about it.

She didn't have to strain her imagination any more. Linda had been initiated and she knew anything could happen. The seance in the bathroom was a far cry from being dispensed with. Surprises were undoubtedly in store for her. And, what was most surprising of all, she was welcoming the unexpected, the unknown with an almost voracious pleasure.

Her uncle stood up in the bathtub and spread the soap all over her fine body. She was soon covered with soap suds, particularly her fuzzy bush. Linda thought of the many times she had accomplished this same act with a hint of the pleasure it might give if treated by some worthy hands. Reality passes up fiction, and her uncle's hand spread her thighs in an effort to soap her ass, belly and inner thighs. A delicate finger wiggled in her anus. Linda was careful to conceal her pleasure. She wriggled with satisfaction.

“Now we're going to ass?fuck in a bathtub, my dear. Hang on to the railing and spread apart, darling mermaid.”

Linda didn't have to be coaxed twice. She felt a small wave encircle her pussy and the rippling sensation meant that a torpedo was being well?aimed at her foaming sex.

A direct hit. The penis slipped into the crack like oiled hand into a waiting glove. Linda's cunt was lubricated by the soapy suds.

This time the young girl squirmed and squeeled with pleasure. Never before had she felt the true value of her uncle's prick. It went in and out with all the vivacity of Mack truck piston. When she turned her head, she saw foam floating on the water's surface. As the two sexes collided in battle, a choppy sea indicated heated action.

She could not help gazing at Arthur's face. He appeared transfigured as he took on the aspects of a demon and an angel all at once.

“It's magnificent. You're wonderful.” Linda was sincere in her praise.

She suffered a bit due to the width of Arthur's cock. It was difficult to withstand the erection in her small ass?hole. It was with pain and pleasure that she took the erotic stimulant of the novel bath of pleasure.

CHAPTER IV

The time had come for Linda and her uncle to withdraw from their soap?bud game. But they splashed with pleasure like two fiery animals and a white heavy substance floated gelatonously on the surface of the water.

Arthur was the first to scamper out of the tub. He took a large beach towel and rubbed himself dry as his niece bounced out of the bath dripping 'from head to foot. Playfully Arthur lashed out with a flick of the towel. The sting caught Linda right between her buttocks. The girl howled and tried to dodge a second whack that slithered off her thighs.

The helpless lass ducked behind the toilet stool for protection. And this is where she had made her mistake.

Arthur smiled cruelly and it was too apparent that he had found a new method of entertaining himself. A wicked strike of the towel cradling around the toilet lever, flushed the bowl and gave the girl a start.

Linda ran from her hiding place and found herself cornered along the tiled walls. Arthur tracked her down like a favorite hunt. The towel, partially wet, hummed in the air and caught the adolescent across the breasts.

“Please, dear uncle, no more.” Linda had uttered the words that only stimulated her enraged relative.