A half an hour later Linda was seated in the salon waiting for her uncle. Lola had left her there for she was busy in the kitchen preparing the night's dinner. Bert seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. And as for all that, Alice, the maid, was no where to he seen.
The young girl felt tired, her head swimming in the clouds. She didn't realize it but she was suffering from the fatigue of love. However, a smile mounted to her lips while thinking of what she had just accomplished with Bert. Oh well, her virginity was something in the past. She wouldn't be able to use that as a defense for many valuable reasons. But Linda truly didn't have any regrets since she made a discovery that was altogether agreeable.
She was a woman now, well almost. It would be better to say that she was on the road to becoming one. Her imagination got the better of her. She wondered when her cousin would make love to her again. Maybe he would come into her room that night? In that case, she would remember not to lock the door. Perhaps it will be Lola who will start up again? Oh well, she would just have to wait and see what would happen… Her revery was interrupted by footsteps coming from the library. The door opened and a man entered the salon. He approached with a smiling, delightful air.
“Ah, Linda. How good it is to see you. How are you? I'm glad to see you among us.” It was uncle Arthur alright. Linda noticed quickly, as he strutted across the room, his elegant walk and perfect masculine bearing. He was tall, sun?burnt, athletic with steel?grey eyes and greying temples. Uncle Arthur was exactly the type of man Linda thought of as being the perfect seductor. She even remembered him from her younger days. This splendid hunk of manhood had not changed. And maybe he even improved. She found him very attractive. She greeted him with a timid strained voice as she put out her hand to be grasped warmly by the distinctive Arthur.
But Arthur paid no attention to the outstretched hand and he took the girl by her shoulders and kissed her lightly on the corner of the mouth. Linda turned beet?red as she inhaled the lavender perfume emanating from the tall man, who despite her blushing, was only her uncle.
Arthur looked her over, his hands never leaving her shoulders. He smiled.
“Well then. It is really wonderful to see you. You've gotten quite attractive, you know? Well well, well… How do you like our house?”
“Oh, it's fine.” Linda exclaimed. “I met Lola and Bert and we… and we…” She didn't know how to end her sentence. Was it possible that uncle Arthur knew how they had spent the morn?in and early afternoon?
“Let's just say that you got along fine together.” Arthur helped her entangle the sentence and straighten her thoughts out. Little did he know she was thinking quite well. It was only manipulating properly that bothered her.
“Tell me Linda? I know this is unusual to ask, especially the day of your arrival, but could you help me? Lola is busy and Bert, well the rascal can never be found when someone wants him. You won't mind will you?” He smiled graciously.
“Not at all. But I don't know whether I shall be capable of doing what you wish. What is it, may I ask?”
“Oh, there's no mystery to it. I'll explain. Just follow me into the library.” Uncle Arthur led the way into the library taking long sure strides. Linda followed obediently. The library was paneled by dark mahogany. There were many books in the bookcases which ran across the room. She knew Arthur was highly literate and intellectual and she felt that she should watch every word. The windows were large and bordered by red?velvet curtains with a strip of white mousseline running down the edges.
The curtains filtered the bright sun and the room bathed its few pieces of furniture, a great table covered with papers, a large ample armchair, a divan in a melody of soft brooding colors.
Linda noticed a ladder which led to the stacks of books on the upper shelves.
“Well here it is. My hide?away where I work. All you will have to do is bring the books I name so that I shall be able to take notes. That's easy enough isn't?”
“I think I'll be able to manage that alright.” Linda laughed apparently at ease for the first time. She was beginning to find her uncle warm and pleasing.
“How will I go about finding the book you want?” She asked glancing at the many many shelves of literature.
“I have a method so don't worry about it. All the cases are marked alphabetically.” They began to work and Linda found that the job was easy and not bone?breaking at all, The only thing that presented a problem was climbing up and down the ladder. She wished that she had worn some slacks. It was embarrassing for her to climb that ladder with her legs pinched together.
“I can't find it.” She declared leaning far to the right and then to the left.
“Wait I'll help you.” Arthur said courteously, rising from his armchair and moving to where she was.
Linda continued to look for the misplaced book while below, her uncle gazed up her skirt which was large enough to give the spectator a langorous view. The girl turned around and pretended to still he searching for the book, but she felt the penetrating glance of uncle Arthur and this unsettled her nerves. She was forced to keep her legs slightly apart to keep from losing her balance.
“You're right. I think I left that book in my apartment in the city. You can come down now.” Arthur helped her to the ground as his strong fingers gripped her waist. She felt a chill run up her spine as his hands slid up to her bosom. When she turned around, she felt guilty for having such a horrid imagination.
Uncle Arthur thumbed his chin and murmured a few words.
“You are very pretty, my lovely cousin, and you were particularly attractive on that ladder. I must admit that you have splendid legs that make me realize that you have really grown?up. It is silly of me not to have thought of it before.”
She was flattered, turned red and spun in a half?turn. Linda knew these gestures were unbecoming of a
'grown?up'. The presence of her uncle so close and his constant attention instilled a new sensation far different from the one she felt with Uncle Arthur moved toward his desk. With his right hand outstretched he indicated a chair.
“Sit down Linda.”
He scratched his head and it was evident that another idea was brewing in his intellectual mind.
“Better yet. Come and sit on the arm of my chair.”
Linda's head bobbed up at this strange request. She flushed crimson with timidity.
“Come along and be friendly.”
“Do you want me so close?”
“Of course.” Arthur's smile had won her over. She had no choice but to have confidence in this handsome man who was her uncle.
Once seated, Arthur put his arm around her waist. And before she had a chance to jerk away, he had another hand half up her skirt where he was patting her thighs. Linda was troubled and she stiffened partly out of surprise and partly out of fright.
“I think it would be better if I left now,” she murmured entirely without conviction. The poor youngster didn't want to disobey and yet…
As though he had not heard her reflection, her uncle exclaimed in a vigorous tone.
“You're not comfortable kicking around like that.”
He was peculiar. Linda noticed it for the first time. His lips screwed up and his eyes grew feverish and even to a young girl as youthful as Linda, she knew it was the outward signs of lust. He became eager and restless and his tongue rolled over the corner of his mouth.
She had found that he had greatly changed in the span of just a few minutes. He was a veritable Jekyll and Hyde case, but there was something amazingly attractive about him. His golden tan flushed and gave him added color. His grey temples marked him as very masculine and resolved. Arthur's sinuous and strong arms were commanding and sure despite their unleashed nervous energy to grasp and capture the delicious morsel who had come to live in his house.
Linda felt his warm breath behind her neck, between her hair and running lightly down her back. His hand roamed under her slip and toy?fully tickled her pubic hair. Linda sensed a great plumbing thing throbbing near her ass. He seemed to be juggling her on his lap as though he wanted to rip through her clothes. His sex was violently searching and she pictured a madman with a hammer for some reason.
Uncle Arthur almost wrenched the breath out her with his forceful grasp. When she turned to express her disapproval, she met a pair of eyes that glittered with fierce heat. She was spellbound and strangely enough attracted by this new face she saw. Her uncle almost foamed at the mouth as his right hand busied itself with the task of unbuttoning his trousers.
Linda almost bounded up but she was held fast. When she looked down at his lap, a huge gland rigidly erect thumped in the air. She had never seen anything like it. It was twice as big as Bert's both in length and diameter. She watched the purple head of his cock with the slight opening. It pushed itself toward her face as though it were a canon ready to fire. Of course, she instinctively moved backward, but her uncle held her prisoner in his armchair. A lustful smile, triumphal and wicked, crinkled his face.
“Well, what do you have to say now, my little one? It's big and handsome. Isn't it nicer than the one that you put between your legs a little while ago with that untamed rascal Bert? But, by heck, I think your afraid. Why?
It isn't going to hurt you, little dear. You'll have it anyway, and you'll be so happy about it when we're finish and I even think you'll ask for more of it. What do you think of that?” While he was speaking, he was already caressing the open mouth of the young girl. It appeared as though she had already abandoned any idea of resisting she might have had. Linda nibbled on the head of Arthur's penis which had a strong odor which excited her and inspired the uncle to grow harder.
She had some experience… just the bit from the morning. Linda planned on using it all. She remembered that Bert told her to use her tongue first of all which she did. She spiraled around the massive prick in barber?pole fashion. Her uncle plunged his torpedo in her mouth as though it were made of rubber. Poor Linda almost suffocated.
“You like it, don't you?” He asked with affirmity. His temper and excitation were so great that his powerful thrust had Linda's face all red and her eyes closed to keep tears from flowing. Never had she endured such a ruthless attack.
“Suck well, lassie mine. Go on, do it well.”
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.
Her uncle revealed two strong legs and a muscular torso. His chest was covered with dark crinkly hair the same color that outlined his huge sex. As he eyed Linda who was undressing slowly with a contorted expression on her face, his cock went up like a flag?pole. In a few seconds his prick had taken on the respectable proportions of the last half?hour.
Linda seemed drained of all thoughts and pluck to fight back. She was incapable of making a gest.
Arthur's fierce eyes burnt right through her while the same cruel mouth twisted in delight and terrible passion.
“Ah, you don't want to behave, is that it? Well, we shall see about that. I'll have you just the same.” She had not as yet taken off her blouse and Arthur with one fell swoop of his large hand ripped it from her body. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he did the same with her bra. Linda's breasts vibrated in the air. Ravaged and hungry, uncle Arthur pounced on her and merciless bit into those two ripe fruit with the raspberry trimming.
Linda felt the teeth marks and she cried out in pain. The sudden burst brought him back to his senses and he let up for an instant looking strangely at the girl who dared to defy him.
With a thrust of his hand he ripped off her skirt and then put his fingers around the elastic waist?band of her panty and snapped the cord ripping the nylon under garment.
Linda was now completely nude. Her uncle leaned heavily on her as she was forced to arch over the table.
His weight and extreme passion crushed her and she felt the jabs of many items that loitered on the table.
Bites and kisses were bestowed upon her mouth neck and breasts.
Uncle Arthur backed off for awhile and contemplated his victim.
“She's well?made, my little niece.” He laughed and spoke to himself. “Is she really a woman now? Do you know what one does to delicious little girls like you?” With one hand he pushed her legs apart and stabbed a finger brutally in her anus. Linda squeeled, but her uncle pushed harder with his finger.
“Now, don't scream.” He rubbed his cook against her belly. It was as hard as a policeman's club. “What are you going to do when you have this up there?” He indicated his words by applying pressure with his buried finger.
Linda screeched an 'ouch'. She was horrified by the thought that his big instrument would pulverize her rose?bud behind. Even a finger hurt as it went back and forth. What would an enormous piston like his do to her? The idea made her faint. She spread her legs wider apart to relieve the pressure of the thick finger.
Pleasure mixed with pain ebbed in the cellar of her lower body. The tickling sensation close to her vaginal hollow was undeniable agreeable in some ways although it plugged up her very tiny aperture. “You're beginning to like it, aren't you? Very well.”
He withdrew his finger and inhaled with satisfaction. He played the part of an aging tarzan.
“Come here. We're going to do 'it' on the divan.” He led her by her rump which she found embarrassing to say the least.
Delicately he lay her on the soft divan. Linda felt the rigid sex against her body and awaited the tormenting moment to unveil itself, the moment when he would penetrate. She was sure he would be brutal about it and it would all come about when she would be unprepared for it. She was not had by her uncle's 'scotch showers', sweet and then brutal. No, he was too jealous of what Bert had accomplished with her and he wanted to be one up on his loathsome nephew.
She sensed his preparation, his heat and his terrifying, throbbing sex.
He leaned over his niece and bade her open her thighs. She obeyed and watched his face sink like the sun as it buried itself in her sex. His tongue healed her vagina which had been wounded by the assaults of cousin Bert.
It was the first time she realized that this area still hurt.
Then he put his mouth at her anus and penetrated with the tip of his tongue. Uncle Arthur was full of improvisations. She hoped that he meant his tongue and not his thing. Linda prayed that he would reconsider his terrible plan.
What he was doing to her now proved to be entirely to her liking. He licked around the orifice and then tongued slightly in the interior like a timid bee. It sent chills of warm delight up and down her spine. She even enjoyed his chiding bites on her rump that caused her to squirm. Linda wiggled her buttocks in order to please her uncle whom she hoped would spare her.
Arthur was drunk with the intoxication of love. He began to lick her furiously. Both the vagina and anus were neatly combed by the unfailing tongue, but the anus was particularly favorized.
Linda started to moan with pleasure. It felt good, but really good. Squeels of animal delight issued from her wet lips.
“Do you like that?” cried Arthur with his face buried in the croupe.
“Oh, that's fine,” murmured the transported youngster. “It's delicious. I love it so.” The uncle remained spellbound as though he were contemplating two gorgeous hunks of fruit. He squeezed the buttocks as though he wanted to rip them off.
“And now comes the fun. We are going to see whether you'll like what I am going to do?” Linda's mind reeled in a mad attempt to ward off what might be a true disaster. A sudden thought occurred to her. Perhaps he would be less brutal if she pretended that she wanted it as much as he. He might lose interest.
It was worth taking the chance for she had nothing more to risk.
“Do what you like? You can do whatever you choose, uncle dear.” Somehow her voice sounded unassured and weak.
He waited for nothing more. He had the permission and even if he hadn't it would have amounted to the same thing. Arthur turned her over and her head was quickly buried in between the two silky pillowy. Through her spread out legs she was able to see the enormous cock wend its way toward her rump. It rolled around as though it were getting its bearing and then it stiffened in aim and finality of purpose. At that moment Linda knew she was doomed. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily.
Instinctively she recoiled and tried to dodge his thrust, but it was too late. He had already lodged the head of his member in the tiny opening. A tear fell from the cheek of the unlucky adolescent. Arthur noticed the whimpering of his child?like niece, but it made no difference or alternation in his operations. He attacked for a second time, lubricating the anus with saliva and a adept finger.
“You see, little doll, you'll never be a real woman until you're deflowered right her in this region. It may just as well be me…”
And he proved what he meant. With one heave he burst through that tight band of flesh into the entrails of his beloved niece. Linda let out a savage howl. She had never felt such a painful sensation before. It was a profound suffering that caught in her throat. A staff of masculine flesh had protruded her anal sector with all the animal force needed to rupture a tiny, undefended aperture.
Thoughts spun in her broken head. 'That's not the way one makes love. He's trying to kill me..' Her body remained pinned to the divan with her hopeless thighs spread apart and her face tormented and crisped on the pillow. Linda was in a stupor. The only reaction and return to life she could muster up was the repulsion toward her uncle's biting embraces on the neck and his teeth marks against her mouth. He was horrid to her, she mused. Who could have such a wicked, monstrous uncle.
Uncle Arthur was only half in the small opening. He still had his work to cut out, so to speak, and he was never one who shirked a task, whether it was literature or love. For this man both of them entertwined and drained his very senses.
He plunged once more, only more brutally, more indecently. He managed to strike bottom of the stricken girl who seemed to bob and remain paralyzed with her neck stretching taut and her eyelids tightly closed.
The grey?templed man accelerated his movements while he played with the red?lipped vagina of his lovely niece. Linda was unaware, due to the violent pain, that she had two rectal orgasms. Only during the second one did the element of pleasures enter into play. A strange smile crept over her like a light veil of soft silk.
Her uncle rolled on her like a rough sea captain. His pleasure was immense as the sea and as hopeful as a sky of deep blue.
“Tell me, Linda, does it hurt? I think you are beginning to enjoy it. You're as wet as a little puppy… Come now own up with it.”
“I… I… like it. Yes… It's good.” Her voice was oozing with a certain sensual hovering shrill.
“My little pup, pup, pup.” Her uncle whispered in her ear and then pushed up and laughed heartily as though a victory had been won.
Linda moaned with the new onslaught of pleasure that filled her body. This time she felt that she was on the verge of having an orgasm. Stimulated and prepared she wished to carry the position to its ultimate glory. So she took the man's testicles and adeptly toyed with them. She even pulled on them indicated that he should not spare the rod to spoil the child. Linda wanted him deep, very deep within her.
Arthur was getting his just due now. He reeled with the throbbing sensation of pre?orgasm pleasure. The man roared with joy and impulsively bit into Linda's back as he hammered away with his huge instrument.
Linda felt, her orgasm ooze bit by bit, and then to strengthen! her own charge, Arthur unleashed his wild winds and inundated the excavated cavern. The young girl seethed and hissed with a vaporous pleasure as white drips of joy dripped down over her vaginal construction falling on the expensive divan. Her guts were wounded, but her body descended to an unknown paradise.
Despite the ejaculation, the cock stood rigid as though it refused to acknowledge its diminishing powers. It remained in the anus as though it wanted to boil in that new hot?pot of love.
Arthur was proud of his act. He had far surpassed his brazen nephew. He placed his upright sex dripping with sperm and wet shit under the nose of his still?trembling niece. It was covered with a mixture of white, yellow and brown matter.
“Look at it Linda. Isn't it magnificent covered with the shit of your asshole?” Linda didn't answer, but she took a chance and fondled the stiff member.
“Now, chicken dumpling, you're going to suck on it properly and clean if off. You're quite capable of doing such a thing with that pretty mouth of yours, aren't you?” Linda was in such a feverish sensual state that would not permit her to refuse such a request. She took the phallus by the stock and put it between her lips. She lapped and licked and sucked and uncle Arthur was enraptured by the marvelous first?rate job rendered. After a certain time, she felt it become hard once more.
Of course, this excited her all the more. She even felt disposed to take up the love session any way uncle Arthur wished to suggest. Arthur pushed her away. It wasn't a vicious push it was a gentle and smiled at the young expert.
“Take it easy. You're going to swallow me alive. I see that down deep you're a real gourmand of this type of sausage. You're even more famished than your sister Brigette.” Linda looked at her uncle in great astonishment. She knew Brigette had spent a good part of her summer vacation at the villa. She had hardly seen her sister who was a year older than she and was enrolled in another college. Linda didn't have a chance to talk to her and find out what happens at the villa. It would have been helpful if she was warned in advance.
“You mean that with Brigette… it happened as well?” Arthur stretched out on the divan by her side and chuckled as he rubbed his forehead.
“And how. I remember the first time I saw her in her adult years. I went to fetch her at the station. It was easy to see that she dying for sexual activity of the most ardent sort. Even in the car she began her parade of tricks.
You know, she would cross her legs, show her pretty knees and thighs and then rub her breasts against my arm. Do you know what I did?”
“What?” Linda was fascinate to hear this unexpected news about her sister. She played with her uncle's balls and listened attentively.
“When we arrived in the wooded area some four miles from the house, I stopped the car. I asked her to accompany me for a little stroll. Besides she had already understood. She wouldn't even let me take the initiative. She hid behind the first large tree she saw and pulled up her skirt to her hips. Brigette didn't even have on any under clothes. Ah, what a wild, stimulating wench. Can you imagine that?” In truth, Linda was rather stupified by her sister's wanton behavior.
“Now why didn't she wear any panties?”
Arthur just laughed.
“She had prepared ahead of time. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she hadn't taken it off in the station toilet.
When I saw her that way, I naturally didn't wait for any more provocation. I understood so very well the timber she hungered for. I had to fuck her three times before she was satisfied. Then I took her home in a state of exhaustion. That night, obviously, we made love… both ways. She adored being sodomized, your little sister did, but she wasn't a virgin on either side. She told me how she had been raped by the director of her college. The macabre event took place in the school library.
“By the director of the college?” Linda perked up. “Why that isn't possible.”
“But that's the story alright. The poor fellow… a serious qualified individual hadn't planned it at all. It was your scheming Brigette that had an ace up her sleeve. One night she went down to the library when she knew all her room?mates were asleep. She sauntered into the library where she knew the director would be.
Naturally she took care to dress herself in a simple half?piece nighty. She said she looking for a book.” Linda was all ears, enthralled by the tale.
“And then what happened?”
“Well, the good chap was taken aback. He turned red and beads of sweat poured down his forehead. He didn't have the force to tell Brigette that this kind of informality was against the rules of the almamater. When Brigette came up to where he was sitting and without the slightest ado sat on his knee, the unloosened his trousers and displayed his nimble sex. He took her in his arms, stretched her out on the floor and raped her on the spot. That's what she was after. She wanted a man and he was the only one to be had at that hour.” Linda lay still breathing deeply. Arthur put his hand on her breast.
“Just telling that story” makes me excited. I think that I'm ready to make love again.” Arthur fell into the saddle without any trouble. Linda was lying spread?eagled on the divan waiting.
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…
Later on he read a passage that made him take notice and a smile curled his lips.
…”Teach your child, father, teach him a good dose of it. There's the hairbrush, your belt. Don't use a newspaper it's too weak. Mix the blood in that child of yours and give him some hope for the future. Let his romanticism win over all in the final run, but first let him taste the sweet brutality of pain. Break his britches, or more delightfully, concentrate on your daughter, daddy dear. And if you don't have one, go adopt one quickly or you'll yo mad. You're getting on and so is your mistress, perfumed and dry, trying so hard to be the flower she was and never will be again.
Punishment to evoke pleasure. Look into it. It's worth a try. (Consult list of punishing devices in Vol. 13, pages 164?246.) Punishment, pugilism, power, precision, perseverance, plunder, positivism, pleasure, pulsations, probing, pleasure and pure pleasure. Is there any doubt that “P…” yes standing for prick, pornography, and pimp is my favorite letter…
Arthur closed his book and crushed his cigarette. He went over to the cabinet at the end of the room and unlocked it. He appeared to be checking its contenance. After a swift glance, he closed.
He tip?toed over to the girl, who was laying there crumpled and worn, and with his forefinger he designed a “P” ever so lightly on her bare back.