To butt-fuck his little niece.
But I always stopped him. My always-wet pussy was enough for anyone, I kept telling him, or my mouth-I'd swallowed his hot cum about a thousand times. So nothing would ever happen in my tight little butt, I'd said, meaning it.
I was no friend of real pain, which I'd expected to be a big part of it.
But tonight, the night of my birthday, he'd proven me wrong.
And he'd also managed to include my favorite fantasy of all, rape! Which I'd confided to him many times. I don't know why the thought of being forced against my will excited me so greatly, but it did.
Particularly, being forced by a relative.
“Uncle Dan!” I gasped, panting once again. “Keep doing that! Fuck me in my asshole! Ohhh! It's so dirty, doing it to me! You're in my butt! I'm such a filthy little whore, loving it so much!”
“You are a little whore,” he laughed, beginning to screw my butt in earnest. “And a filthy one besides! And your asshole feels every bit as good as your tight little cunt-at least to my cock, it does!”
“You're the best uncle ever!” I groaned. “I love you so much!”
“I love you, too, Jennifer…”
And I could already feel another orgasm sneaking up on me, my new butterfly vibrator humming happily away on my clitoris and my favorite uncle's big dick pistoning smoothly in and out of my throbbing anus.
It was all the wanton and perverted pleasure a very young girl could want for her 10th birthday.
“Oh, God, Uncle Dan, here I go again…!”
Sexsomnia
Augustine Saintly
Mrs. Rimfield was shocked to discover something terribly amiss with the young man hired to assist her at the Meadows Retirement Community. So much so, in fact, that she was at a complete loss as to how to proceed.
On the surface, he seemed ordinary enough. Somewhat handsome, dark-haired, in his late 20's, but ordinary.
From Alabama and somewhat shaken by a lengthy and difficult divorce, Alex Wolfe had moved down to Ft. Meyers, Florida to begin life anew and was hired to handle general maintenance. His sweet young daughter, an adorable little 10-year-old named Stephanie, slim as a twig, pale and finely blond, was to stay with him for a week.
She was to be merely a visitor in the otherwise over-55 community, children normally not allowed. The little girl would stay there until the man's ex-wife moved into her new home in Alabama and then Stephanie would go back to live with her.
So far, so good.
It was only, in fact, after Mrs. Rimfield heard the father and daughter in what was clearly a sexual situation that she began to suspect the worst. As the live-in Resident Manager, and with all the time in the world on her hands, Mrs. Rimfield wanted to know the exact truth of the matter before reacting.
Or overreacting.
To wrongly accuse the man of something so horrendous wouldn't do.
The very night before, in her apartment above theirs, the sound of sharp groans had drifted upward, followed by a rhythmic thumping, a bumping, actually, accompanied by rapidly creaking bedsprings.
This had immediately prompted Mrs. Rimfield to get down and press her ear into the tightly woven carpet to hear better.
She thought of sex, after all, as her thing.
Blessed with perfect skin tone, a trim waist and an overall ripe firmness, she was still quite the looker at fifty-six, with large firm breasts, shapely buttocks that invited lustful attention, and a cascade of flowing auburn hair.
She'd also been to bed with virtually half the retirement community, both male and female, anyone who was interested, really, and it wasn't a big secret. She was a widow and a mature woman who loved sex and she went right after it.
Mrs. Rimfield was many things to many people, but boring was not one of them.
Yet even with her wealth of sexual experience, and believing nothing could so shock her, she was shocked and even stunned to think that her new maintenance man was having sexual relations with his delightful 10-year-old daughter.
It had begun, on that night before, when she'd continued to raptly listen through the floor to Alex apparently fucking his daughter in the small one-bedroom apartment they were sharing.
That alone seemed shocking enough.
But it was even more shocking as she recognized little Stephanie's voice, sharply moaning and panting, the youngster hotly urging her father to fuck her as if the end of the world was right around the corner and getting nearer.
“Good grief!” Mrs. Rimfield gasped.
At the same time, though, she was undeniably aroused by the scene on which she was eavesdropping: a father and daughter sexually coupling, an open act of genuine incest occurring directly beneath her.
And they were doing it so energetically, so fervidly, so enthusiastically, that their very passion was somewhat unnerving to her as well.
“That little 10-year-old slut!” she'd said to herself.