Linda's strange vacation

“Here is some 'no more' for you, my sweet.” His teeth glittered under the whitish cleansed hair.

Several blows buckled Linda to her knees as she cringed in horror. What made matters worse was the wet skin greeted by the heavy soaking towel. This caused red irruptions about the abdomen and breasts.

Arthur's penis grew large and it vibrated in the steamy pungent mist. The haze, combined of heat, sweat and humidity, hampered the ardent uncle in his task of taming a young shrew.

Furiously he threw the towel aside and dragged the limp girl to the shower. There under the rain of the sprinkler uncle Arthur fucked his lovely niece while standing. Catching her in the ass he washed the tips of her nipples with his dexterous hands.

The immense flood of changing thrills mixed with the delights of love labored in Linda's body and her heart beat like a trip hammer. It was strange how pain, a pain which she felt she could never endure, turned into a magnificent treat when Arthur's staff plunged deep within her. The man loved to piston in and out of her twat and now that her ass?hole had been gouged, a new voluptuous sensation invaded her being.

Their movements were even more frenetic than the down?pour of water. Linda's bottom moved rhythmically while Arthur cupped her breasts and tickled her rosebuds. Both of them inflamed by the wonderful temperature of the water performed marvelously well in their moistened haven of love.

Their gurgling sounds were drowned out by the flooding basin. Once they attained their ultimate pleasures, an harmonious echo burst in the cell of the bathroom crackling against the tiles.

The capricious uncle was the first to leave the shower stall. Evidently he was a master of his acts and was decisive in all his movements. He closed the glass door on Linda who naturally hollered to be let out. When she turned off the shower, she shivered and when she kept it running, the water mounted at an alarming rate.

Arthur had a strange way of amusing himself. Luckily for Linda, Alice had knocked on the door and asked for her uncle.

“What do you want? Go away.” Arthur was indignant.

“You wanted me to wear that special outfit with the black tights and red bra.” Her voice cooed with honey.

Arthur returned to the very pleasant reality of his present situation. It was true that he had summoned Alice for a seance at six. She was as malleable as a child. For quite awhile, he enjoyed a rare amusement with Alice and he was not going to be denied of his pleasure because of a wet hen niece.

He bundled himself up in his bath?robe and scurried out of the bathroom. Linda was free and relieved although she felt betrayed and alone. It was the first time she had ever sensed the pangs of jealousy. Curiosity mixed with lust guided her to the room in which Arthur and Alice were ready to entangle in a voluptuous haven.

Naturally it would take place in the library. Arthur negligently, and perhaps it was on purpose, left the door open. Linda had a perfect spot from where to take in the performance of the two professionals.

Alice was standing semi?naked in a pair of very high?heeled shoes. They were bright orange and gave her legs, which were sheathed in black lace stockings, a superb silhouette. The maid, who had seemed so insignificant before, was bewitching in her extravagant dress.

One of the odd accoutrements of the outlandish outfit was her red bra. She appeared uncomfortable with it and she squirmed painfully when she had to make the slightest effort with her upper body.

The maid's face was painted up like that of a low?grade prostitute. Her lips and eye make?up were terribly exaggerated and her face was an invitation to new wares of licentiousness.

Arthur registered his approval. A snide smile crept across his handsome face as he squeezed Alice's two charming breasts. The curvy maid let out a yell that pierced Linda's ear?drums. For a moment Linda imagined that Alice was having her period, but then she reasoned that it was something else, something that was on the inside lining of the bra. Later on, she found that she was perfectly right in her reasoning. Sharp little needle points caused the torture and humiliation of the unwholesome garment.

“Don't cry like that. You'll draw everyone's attention.” Arthur was displeased with Alice and his hand pressed the girl's cheeks in a sign of admonishment.

The elegant man pulled down the young lady's panties and plunged his face into the grove of hair. The perfume of that pussy caught the nostrils of peeking Linda. The smell was nauseating. It reeked of so much scum and cheap perfume that Linda held her nose for a few minutes. She was astonished at how her uncle was able to bear such a repulsive stench.

Linda was a baby in the many charms of love and she ignored some of the more refined nuances. Uncle Arthur one day many months later gave her a lesson on the fine art of sexology.