


Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

by Powerone



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2003-12-29
Updated: 2004-06-12
Packaged: 2017-04-20 11:14:43
Chapters: 3
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/nieces-weekly-punishment-sessions-1
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=91789&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Uncle gives her ritual punishment.</p>
<p>2. Spanking & breast whipping.</p>
<p>3. Niece submits to Uncle.</p>
Erotica Tags: Bill Moving, Cunt Lara, Empty Full, Girl Lara, Humiliation
Forced, Incest/Taboo, Lara Body, Legs Lara, Ready Michael, Released Breasts,
Waiting Fucked
Average Rating: 4.38





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions

Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions Ch. 02

Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions Ch. 03




        Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions


_Copyright 2003 by Powerone. The author may be contacted at the link below._  
  
*****  
  
The first time she did not know. Now she did as she laid out the instruments
her Uncle would use on her. It had become a weekly ritual, every Friday after
dinner. It had started shortly after her mother and she had moved in with
Uncle Bill. Violet was happy growing up, she had just graduated from High
School. While not extremely smart, she did manage to get into the state
university, though she would have to pay for most of the school tuition. Then
the unexpected, Violets father had died. He had very little life insurance and
with no job skills, there was not much hope for her mother being able to
support them. Her brother, a very successful businessman had offered to let
them live with him, with her mother taking care of the house and meals as
payment. In addition, he agreed to pay for Violet’s college education as long
as she lived with them and kept up her grades. While he was successful in
business, he was not with women. He wasn’t ugly, but he just wasn’t
attractive. He was the type of person that you saw but did not notice.  
  
Her mother noticed the leering glances and knew what was going to happen. She
knew because the same thing had happened to her when she was young. Her Uncle
had punished her weekly for over a year until she moved out. She knew it was
Melissa’s turn and she could not do anything about it. It was her brother’s
turn now to carry on the family tradition.  
  
Melissa did not like confrontation, avoiding all conflicts by giving in
quickly. It was a trait she learned from her mother. She had long blonde hair,
blue eyes, big innocent blue eyes and a pale complexion. She wasn’t beautiful,
just average with a modest figure. Her breasts were smallish, but were capped
by large brown nipples. Her ass was rounded and firm, with a nice pair of
legs.  
  
After a month at her Uncles house her mother sat her down to discuss their new
life. “Melissa, since your father died, things have been bad. If it wasn’t for
your Uncle Bill we would be out on the street. I know it isn’t like it was
before, but we must make the best of the situation. Maybe in a year I will
have enough experience to be able to get a better job and we can move, but
until then we must do whatever Uncle Bill wants. It is important that you go
to college, otherwise you will end up with no skills like me.”  
  
“I’m doing well in school, Momma and I’m a good girl, Momma. It will be all
right,” she said naively.  
  
“I don’t think you understand, Melissa. You don’t know much about boys and men
yet. They have some strange ways about them. Strange things that they like to
do to girls. It happened when I was a girl, and I am afraid that it will
happen to you with Uncle Bill.”  
  
“I don’t know what you mean Momma, what type of strange things?” Melissa was
perplexed.  
  
“Uncle Bill is going to punish you every Friday after dinner. That is the
tradition in this family. When I was growing up, my Uncle did the same to me.
There is nothing we can do about it, it is just the way it is. Soon, we will
be able to move and get away from all of this, but for now, you will just have
to submit to it.”  
  
Melissa’s eyes opened wide in shock, “punish me, why Momma, I’m a good girl,
don’t let him do that, please Momma.”  
  
“Hush, Melissa, it has nothing to do with you being good or bad, it is Uncle
Bill. Men like to punish girls, men especially like Uncle Bill. It is the way
they were brought up. There is nothing I can do about it so you are just going
to have to bear up to it. Just remember, you are to do exactly what Uncle Bill
wants. Everything he says! Do I make myself clear young lady?”  
  
Her mother had never raised her voice to her before and she was now ordering
her to obey her Uncle. It didn’t make sense, why would she want Uncle Bill to
punish her. “But Momma…..”  
  
“Enough Melissa! That is enough, just do as I say or you will find us out on
the street. Now I don’t want to hear a thing about this again. Whatever
happens between your Uncle Bill and yourself is to be kept between the both of
you. I don’t want to ever hear about it. Do you understand, I don’t want to
hear about it again?”  
  
“Yes Momma,” her eyes lowering to the ground, knowing that it was now her
problem. What was going to happen to her on Friday night?  
  
The First Friday Night-Learning to Obey  
  
“But Momma, why this clothing?” Melissa was stumped, her mother had given her
a white cashmere sweater, plaid skirt and a pair of black shoes with white
socks to wear as well as a pair of black silk bra and panties. The outer
clothes were something a younger girl would wear and the bra and panties were
definitely something for someone older.  
  
“I’m not going to tell you again, I don’t want to hear anything about this.
Those are what your Uncle Bill requested. Now hurry, you have to be downstairs
in his library in ten minutes. I don’t think you want to be late. Don’t forget
do everything he says and I don’t want to hear about anything that happens. I
am going out for a while so you will be alone with your Uncle. Good luck
Melissa and I love you,” running from the room, ashamed at her inability to
stop what Bill was going to do to her little girl.  
  
Melissa was stumped by her mother’s reluctance to discuss it and this made her
frightened. Would it be so bad that Momma did not want to even fathom that it
could be happening, choosing to ignore it and let Melissa suffer her fate by
herself? She pulled off her clothes and slowly put on the silk bra and
panties. They felt so cool and sexy on her naked skin. Why did Uncle Bill
request them, she pondered? The skirt was next. It was wool, with a zipper up
the back. When she put it on and pulled up the zipper it clung to her ass like
a second skin, the bottom of the skirt not even going down halfway down to her
knees. If she bent over her ass would show. She pulled on the cashmere
sweater, loving the luxurious texture against her skin. Maybe it wouldn’t be
so bad with Uncle Bill. She looked in the mirror, surprised at her appearance.
She knew that she would never be the cheerleader type but her reflection
showed her a side she never saw before. She looked like a twelve year old
girl. And while her build was nothing spectacular, her breasts looked so nice
in the sweater and her ass and naked legs were really accented by the short
and tight skirt. I better hurry and get to the study and get this over with,
running from the room to get to the library before 7:00. She heard the front
door slamming, knowing that her mother had left, leaving her to solve her own
problem with Uncle Bill.  
  
The library door was open and Uncle Bill was sitting on one of the black
leather chairs, situated around a coffee table and the leather couch. The
chairs were massive, with large padded arms with wooden corners. Melissa
always hated them, they were always cold and clammy. In the corner of the room
was Uncle Bill’s desk, a large ornate desk with wooden legs. Around the room
were various other pieces of furniture including a couple of padded benches
that seemed out of place. They looked like they needed a piano to accompany
them.  
  
Bill looked up, hearing the clock chime seven, knowing that Melissa would not
be late. He had heard her mother going out the door and knew that he had won,
his sister’s submissiveness giving him complete control over her beautiful
young daughter. He hoped that she showed some reluctance, liking a bit of
challenge, liking to break the will and make her submit to what he had planned
for her. He would begin slowly, having every Friday for his own. He would not
hurry her, wanting to submit her to the humiliation as he slowly forced her to
submit to him. And he would so love the punishment he would inflict on her.  
  
“Come in Melissa, come in, let me see what you look like.” He watched as she
walked in the room. His cock instantly sprang to attention, straining his
pants, the bulge clearly visible. She looked even better then expected. She
looked just like a twelve year old girl, all the way down to the pigtails he
required her mother to put in her hair. His hand reached down to his crotch,
grabbing his erect cock, making sure Melissa saw everything. He saw her blush,
turning quickly to avoid his gesture. “You look very beautiful, do you feel
that way, Melissa?”  
  
She turned back to look at Uncle Bill, glad that his hand was not in his lap
anymore, but her gaze did notice a large bulge in his pants. “I look like a
little girl,” she said.  
  
“Yes, you do, like a very sexy little girl. That is how I want you to act, can
you do that?”  
  
“I guess I could. Are you going to punish me Uncle Bill?”  
  
“Do you want me to punish you, Melissa, has my little girl been bad?”  
  
“I’ve been good, Momma says I have to do everything you say, so I will, but if
I do, will you not punish me?”  
  
“I’m glad you will learn your place Melissa, but I will punish you. Tonight
and every Friday from now on.”  
  
“How are you going to punish me, please don’t hurt me, please,” she begged.  
  
He picked up a fly swatter, a leather fly swatter and slapped it sharply
against his palm. “With this and my hand, I am going to punish your lovely
pink skin with this. And each week we are going to progress on, with you
submitting to more extreme punishment. I am going to enjoy our little weekly
punishment sessions. And you are going to assist me in enjoying them.”  
  
“Why, I’m a good girl?”  
  
“No, Melissa, you are my bad little girl and you must be punished. Now come
over to me so I may see you better. But first close the drapes, I want us to
have some privacy.  
  
Melissa became more frightened. Her mother was gone and now the drapes were
closed, nobody would know what would be happening in the room. Here she was,
dressed like a little schoolgirl, with her Uncle ready to punish her.  
  
"What are you going to do to me, Uncle Bill?" Melissa waited for an answer,
afraid of what she might hear.  
  
"It all depends on how cooperative you are, Melissa. If you show any
reluctance to my demands, the punishment will get more severe. Are you going
to be a good little girl and obey your Uncle Bill?"  
  
"Yes, Uncle Bill. Momma told me to do whatever you say. She would be mad if I
disobeyed her."  
  
“Good, you will only receive a light slapping with my hand and the fly
swatter. But I will find some nice tender spots to slap, your stomach and your
thighs. I will pay particular attention to your tender thighs. I expect you to
stay still and accept the punishment."  
  
Melissa was scared, afraid of the pain that he would inflict on her, afraid
that she would not be able to stand it.  
  
"Now come here little girl, and let me see you. You must have to chase the
boys away from that lovely body," his finger beckoning her towards him seated
in the chair.  
  
"I don't have any boyfriends, I'm not as pretty as the other girls. Do you
think I am pretty, Uncle Bill?" Her eyes lit up, no one had ever complimented
her on her looks, even her mother. She always said she was average and she
better do well in school because she would probably not get a man that would
support her.  
  
"Of course, you are a very beautiful girl, Melissa. So you've never petted
with a boy before, never let a boy touch your body?"  
  
"Don't embarrass me, Uncle Bill, no I never have done anything like that,
that’s yucky," she said with a scowl on her face.  
  
“You would please a man very much with such a lovely body. Your tits are not
very big but some men like small tits. Like me, I don’t like big titted woman.
You just have to learn how to please a man.”  
  
“Don’t embarrass me, Uncle Bill,” cringing when she heard him call her breasts
tits.  
  
“What, you don’t like the word tits?”  
  
“No, that sounds terrible.”  
  
“Tell me you have small tits, Melissa, say the words to me.”  
  
“No, I don’t want to.”  
  
“Are you already beginning to disobey me, is that what you are doing?” He
raised his voice, emphasizing his displeasure with her. This would be the test
of her obedience.  
  
Melissa looked at him, seeing the look in his eyes. She had displeased him. “I
have small tits,” she said with a murmur.  
  
“I didn’t hear you, Melissa, what did you say?”  
  
She cleared her throat, he was going to make her say it aloud. She could hear
her own voice saying, “I have small tits.”  
  
Bill smiled, he had won, she was his now, his to do anything he desires to do.
And he desired much. But he would go slowly, making her cross the line of
decency each time and do things that she would never consider doing. All to
please him. Just like a little girl should do.  
  
“I like your small tits, Melissa, I like they way they look in that nice
cashmere sweater. And you have lovely legs, especially in that nice short
skirt. And an adorable ass. Your skirt is just molded over your tight ass
cheeks. I like that. I like your ass.”  
  
Melissa was confused. Uncle Bill was going to punish her, but he kept
complimenting her on her body. It made her feel strange and also
uncomfortable. Why did he keep talking about her body? “Thank you Uncle Bill,”
not sure what to say, but he looked like he was expecting some kind of
response.  
  
He stood up and his hands grabbed her around the waist, pushing her back
towards the big desk in the corner of the room. It was usually cluttered, but
this time the top was cleared off.  
  
Melissa jumped when his hands first grabbed her waist. This was the first time
that he had touched her. She felt a sudden thrill and also the fear of the
unknown. She felt her ass hit the edge of the desk as she was pushed
backwards. She saw him put the leather fly swatter on the empty desk beside
her.  
  
“I will need that soon. Raise your arms up, Melissa, above your head. Hurry,
now don’t make me repeat everything twice. I expect your complete obedience.”
He watched as she first hesitated then her arms rose up, higher and higher
until they were up over her head. He saw the cashmere sweater rise up her
stomach, a patch of naked flesh appearing. She looked down and watched as his
hands grabbed the bottom of the sweater and slowly drew it up, revealing more
of her naked stomach to his gaze. She wondered how far he would pull it up,
afraid that he would uncover her breasts, leaving her half naked, a bra the
only clothes from the waist up.  
  
He stopped when he reached the bottom of her bra. He wanted to give her a
false sense of security. His hand began to run over her flat, tight stomach,
his cock straining in his pants, threatening to pop the zipper open if it got
any harder. Melissa would have to do something about his erection before she
left. He slowly let his hand rub her naked flesh, feeling her stomach muscles
tighten as he did. He let his hand lightly tap on the flesh, his cock
twitching when he heard the smack, smack of flesh on flesh.  
  
That’s not so bad, she thought as his hand lightly tapped her stomach. Except
for the uneasiness from having a strange hand touching her so intimately and
Uncle Bill being so old, it was not as bad as she thought it would be. His
hand lightly slapped her flesh.  
  
“I think I need you in a better position, Melissa. I can’t use two hands when
I have to hold your sweater up. Ask me to pull it over your head, Melissa, ask
me to remove your sweater. You’re still be wearing a bra, so your tits will be
covered.” He watched her face, the look as she realized that he would be
undressing her.  
  
The realization came over her. He would be undressing her, which is why he
made so much talk over her body. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see her
naked. He had every intention of forcing her to undress in front of him. She
knew she had lost, she would have to do as he said. A tear began to fall from
her eye as she spoke, “please, pull off my sweater,” a look of resignation
etched in her face.  
  
Bill smiled as he slowly let the sweater slip up her body, her black silk bra
revealed for the first time to his eyes. They were not very big, her tits, but
they would be his to do as he please. And he had some many ideas, some of them
very painful. He pulled it up her arms until it pulled from her body and threw
it over onto the leather couch. He marveled at her body, his body to do as he
pleased. “Good girl, now we need to get you into a better position. A position
that would make your stomach very prominent. Sit on the edge of the desk, from
the side, I want you to be able to stretch out.” He grabbed a large pillow
from the couch. First put this beneath you back as you lie back,” taking the
large pillow and positioning it in the center of the desk.  
  
With resignation, Melissa sat on the edge of the desk, pulling her skirt down
as far as she could, the material insufficient to cover much, most of her
naked legs showing. She felt Uncle Bills hand push down on her naked stomach,
pressing her back onto the desk until her lower back hit the plush pillow. She
could feel the strain in her shoulders and back as her head and shoulders bent
further back, arching her stomach up into the air. She could feel the cool air
on her legs, knowing that the short skirt was not hiding much.  
  
“Good girl,” moving to the desk behind her, “now pull your hands over your
head again, yes, like that. Stretch out,” watching as her tight body strained,
her stomach pushed out, her tits arched up to the ceiling. He grabbed both of
her small hands, would she be able to get them around his cock, they were so
tiny. “Grab these handles in the desk,” pushing each hand into the corner
posts, black iron circles rising up from the desk. She had never noticed them
before, though they must have been there. “Both of them, grab them tightly and
whatever you do, don’t let go. Do you understand, Melissa, under any
circumstances are you to let them go.”  
  
She stretched her arms back and grabbed the hard, unyielding metal rings, her
small hands clamped tightly around them. Her back already began to ache, the
pillow forcing it to bow. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see Uncle Bills
face, afraid of what she would see in his eyes. She heard him moving around,
and then felt his hands on her naked knees at the foot of the desk.  
  
“So lovely, your naked legs, Melissa. Your short skirt has ridden up a
considerable distance, showing me a lot of naked flesh. As soon as I finish
with your stomach, I will be working on your inner thighs. I am going to enjoy
that,” his hands running up from her knees, running over the naked flesh on
the tops of her legs until it reached the hem of her dress, only inches from
her panties.  
  
Melissa squirmed on the desk as she felt his hands taking liberties with your
young body. Her eyes tightened as she imagined him leering at her exposed
body, his clammy hands running up and down her naked legs, his eyes trying to
look up under her short skirt.  
  
“I need to get closer, open up your legs so I may stand between them,” his
hands pushing out on her knees, bending her legs outward, watching as his
continued pressure finally forced her to relent, the gap between them
widening. He caught a quick glimpse of black silk panties.  
  
Her hands gripped the handles until they were white as she allowed his hands
to open her legs, her body trembling as she imagined how exposed her sex was
to his gaze. She felt his hands continued to explore her naked legs and now
she felt her legs graze his hips as he stood between them.  
  
Bill stood between her white thighs, his hips keeping her spread open for him.
Her skirt had ridden up so high, he could catch a glimpse of the black panties
tucked up beneath. His cock twitched in anticipation. He grabbed the leather
fly swatter. “Now don’t let go,” watching as her mouth clenched tightly. He
let the fly swatter hit her taut stomach, a rush of air shooting from her
mouth, her eyes opening wide in surprise as she felt the sudden rush of pain
emanating from her stomach.  
  
“God,” she yelled out, her hands fighting to let loose from their self imposed
bondage. She sucked in another breath before the fly swatter came crashing
down again, a sharp pain rushing to her brain.  

Bill let his hand rub her stomach slowly, then the fly swatter would return
again to inflict its pain, alternating between soft, caressing rubs to painful
splats to her reddening skin. He stopped with the fly swatter, but commenced
with the slapping with the flat plane of his hand, feeling the heat the slaps
were generating. Melissa was squirming on the table, her thighs rubbing
sensuously against his hips, not in pleasure, but to escape the pain he was
inflicting.  
  
“MMMm, Ooooh,” groaning and moaning in pain as the painful slapping continued.
Finally there was silence. She waited and waited until she finally opened her
eyes, Uncle Bills face staring intently at her. She felt his hands still on
her stomach.  
  
“So hot, your skin. You were a good girl, Melissa. Keep up the good work. Hold
still for a minute, then you can get up and we can continue.” His hands moved
up her stomach, her eyes on them as they moved up to her bra. They quickly
moved over the top of them, grasping her tits in the palm of his hand. “Hold
still,” he commanded her, his hands grasping and grasping on her youthful
breasts.  
  
“Why are you doing that, please, please, stop,” she begged, but her hands
continued to grab the posts tightly while Uncle Bill mauled her unprotected
breasts.  
  
He released his grip on her tits, and helped to pull her up. “You will have to
get used to having boys grabbing your tits. I’m just helping you out. Now
stand up, quickly now. We still have more to go, this time it will be your
thighs.” He made her stand up, her skirt falling back down to cover her
thighs. He pushed a button near the desk and a bar came down from the ceiling,
it was like a trapeze bar except this had thick leather cuffs on each end, the
bar over five feet long. “If you hold the bar tightly and do not let go of it,
I will not use the cuffs on you. Can you do that, Melissa?”  
  
Her body shuddered in fear, it kept getting worse. Her arms reached up and her
small hands gripped the bars, holding it tightly. “Don’t tie me up, I don’t
want you to do that, I wouldn’t let go.” She felt the bar start moving up,
drawing her body up.  
  
“Hold tightly, while I inspect your thighs. I’m going to slip my hands under
your skirt. Has any of the boys ever done that to you, Melissa, try to feel up
under your skirt?”  
  
“No, do you have to do that, please, nobody has ever touched my like you are
doing,” but she saw him move a chair before her, sitting on it, his eyes
staring at her body. She felt the hands slipping under her skirt, moving up
her hips, over her naked flesh. They moved up higher, moving behind her,
almost grasping her panty covered ass cheeks.  
  
She started sobbing when she heard his next words.  
  
“Your skirt is in the way this time, turn around so I can take it off. You
want me to take off your skirt, don’t you? Ask me to strip you down to your
bra and panties,” he taunted her.  
  
Melissa’s mother sat in the bar, a fresh drink in front of her, the music
blaring loudly, her friends talking to her, but she was ignoring them. She was
thinking of Melissa. She’s all right. She can take care of herself, she is a
big girl. And it is not so bad, I went through it. Bill will just probably
spank her and let her go. She went back to her friends, drinking and talking.  
  
Her crying became louder, her sobs choking back the words. “Strip me,” she
loudly said, knowing that were the words that would make Uncle Bill happy. And
with those words, she felt him turn her around, the bar circling, allowing her
to continue to grasp it tightly as she was positioned to be stripped of her
skirt. She felt his hands, they did not seem to care, moving over her plump
ass cheeks, making no attempt to conceal their purpose. She felt the fumbling
of his fingers on the button. The sound of the zipper pulling down sounded so
loud. And then she felt the material slipping down her naked legs, falling to
the floor beneath her. She could feel his breath on her ass as she continued
to sob.  
  
His fingers traced up the inside of her thighs, barely able to enter, her
thighs clenched tightly together. He teased her, his finger tracing up and
down the divide of her legs, almost touching her panties before running back
down again. He watched her clenching her thighs together, stopping him from
having his way with her.  
  
“I need access to your thighs, relax your leg,” reaching down to her ankle.
“Relax, it will not hurt,” grabbing her slender ankle in his hand and slowly
raising it up towards the desk.  
  
Melissa balanced precariously, her arms holding the bar preventing her from
falling over as she was balanced on one leg, Uncle Bill bending her leg and
placing her ankle on the top of the desk. Her legs were now at a right ankle,
one pulled out straight onto the desktop. Her crotch felt so exposed and open.  
  
“A little higher, I think,” grabbing the pillow still on the desk and pushing
it under her ankle. “This will be more comfortable for your ankle.”  
  
The pillow was softer, but her leg was now arched up higher, her thighs
straining from the unnatural spread of her legs. She looked down and was
humiliated at how she looked, her crotch was so open, her panties just barely
covering her sex, a few stray strands of hair peeking out from beneath them.
Her naked thigh was now completely exposed. She heard the sound of a motor,
the bar again rising up higher, Melissa having to stand on her toes to
continue to grip it tightly.  
  
Bill liked how she looked, her sex so openly display. He imagined how she
would look if her panties were gone, how her sex would be opened up. Soon, he
thought, soon I will have her naked, maybe next week. “Good girl, Melissa,
your mother would be proud of you. Such nice thighs, such smooth skin,” his
hands beginning to run over the pink flesh exposed. He felt her body
trembling, partially from holding such a taut position, partly in fear as his
hands continued to rub her skin within inches of her panty covered sex. He
moved closer to her, his hip banging into her panty covered pussy on purpose,
pressed hard against it. He could feel her pussy lips beneath the scanty
garment.  
  
She had never felt anything like it. His body was rubbing against her sex. The
thin, silk panties did little to cover her vagina. She felt one hand grip her
leg at the knee.  
  
“SSSLAAP,” the noise rang out in the room.  
  
“OOOOW, god, that hurts,” she cried out as his hand slapped hard against her
tender thighs.  
  
He rubbed the spot he had hit, feeling the heat already, seeing the pink skin
already turning redder. “SSSLLAAP, SSSSLLLAAAP,” again, this time twice in
succession, feeling her body shudder in pain. His hands returned to caress the
hot flesh. He continued to rain down slaps to her sensitive inner thighs, her
body shuddering in pain as he did. But she maintained the position, held the
bar tightly, making no attempt to stop the punishment. Her thigh was turning a
dark red. He switched to the leather fly swatter, the intensity of the
slapping increasing.  
  
After a few minutes, he stopped, turned Melissa the other way and put her
other leg up high on the desk. He now had fresh, pale skin to work on. He
immediately began to strike her untouched flesh with the fly swatter, the
splats ringing out in the room. She had begged him not to do the other leg,
laughing as he rejected her pleas.  
  
“What are you doing, don’t touch me there, please,” she begged. She felt his
large hand grip her panty covered sex, his finger slipped between her pussy
lips.  
  
“I just want to make sure I don’t accidentally hit your pussy with the fly
swatter. You’re not ready for that yet. You want me to protect you, don’t you
Melissa. I’m only watching out for your best interests. You want my hand on
your pussy don’t you?”  
  
Melissa squirmed as she felt the pulsating hand on her pussy.  
  
This was the first time any boy or man had ever touched her there. She could
feel the heat from it, it moving slowly, wedging itself between her pussy
lips. She could not move away from it, only able to jerk her hips back a
little, but having to return or losing her balance. It looked like she was
trying to rub up and down against it. She tried to hold still, pushing against
the hand, forcing it further between her pussy lips as she did.  
  
He could feel the heat and wetness on his fingers as he gripped her sex. He
continued on with the slapping of the fly swatter, letting his finger move
slowly, rubbing around her pussy as he continued to abuse her thigh.  
  
“Oh, god, that hurts, please, aren’t you finished yet, it burns so bad,” she
cried, tears running down her cheeks as she stood there, spread and open and
submit to his spanking and fondling of her flesh.  
  
Bill stopped, moving his hard cock against her leg, both of his hands reaching
down between her legs, one in front, the other grabbing at her spread ass
cheeks, gripping them tightly, making her feel his hard cock on her flesh.  
  
“No, please, no, don’t touch me like that,” she cried out, but was unable and
unwilling to stop him. She felt his hands touch her, not accidentally but
gripping her from the front and rear in his large hands, clenching and
unclenching on her almost naked sex. She stood there, subjecting herself to
his fondling, feeling his fingers running over her almost naked flesh.  
  
Finally he released her, stepping back to admire her body. Her face was
flushed, her thighs and stomach a dark red, the black panties and bra in sharp
contrast, standing still in her shoes and socks, now seemingly out of place.
He walked over to the couch and sat down.  
  
Melissa picked up her sweater and skirt, and began to pull the sweater over
her head.  
  
“Not yet, Melissa. I want you still in your underwear. Come over here and sit
next to me.”  
  
“Please, let me get dressed first, please,” begging, feeling more naked and
vulnerable then ever before.  
  
“No, over here now,” patting the couch besides him.  
  
She sat down next to him, her legs clenched tightly together.  
  
“Closer,” putting his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He
felt her scoot closer, unable to prevent him from having his way. He moved his
head closer to hers, his face only inches from her cheek. “You’ve been a good
girl, Melissa. You’re almost done now. Just obey a little more and you can
go.”  
  
Melissa felt revulsion as he cuddled her as if she was his girlfriend. His
face was only inches from hers. “What, what do you want now?” She felt him
grab one of her hands and place it in his lap. She felt something hard, his
penis and pulled her hand back quickly. “No, not that.”  
  
“Now, now, Melissa, obey, you don’t want me to slap your thighs again. I have
a riding crop I could use on them.” He pulled her hand back, feeling her
resistance, then her muscles relaxed and he dragged his hand over to his
crotch again. His cock twitched as he felt her hand touch his pants. “Do you
know what that is?”  
  
She felt him rubbing her hand on his pants, feeling the rock hard member
beneath it. “It’s, it’s your penis,” she stammered, ashamed at what he was
forcing her to do.  
  
Bill laughed, “no Melissa, it’s my cock or prick, a penis is something soft
and limp. A cock or prick is hard. You may call it my prick. Can you say
that?”  
  
His hand continued to manipulate hers, feeling the penis beneath her fingers
twitching. He was making her say and do things again. “Your prick,” she said,
her face turning red in embarrassment. Here she was, still half naked on the
couch, rubbing his prick and saying the word to him. God, would it ever end.  
  
“I want you to rub my prick, I want you to rub it up and down like this,”
forcing her hand to stroke his hard prick. “Yes, that is good, Melissa, do you
know what you are doing, you are going to masturbate me, rub my prick until I
cum. I know you can make me cum, your hands are so soft and gentle.” He moved
closer to her face again, whispering in her ear, “I’m going to release your
hand, I want you to do it yourself, OK?” He let go of her hand and waited. Her
hand stopped rubbing, then began to rub again. “Good girl, such a good girl.”  
  
Melissa could not believe what she was doing, sitting half naked on the couch
while rubbing her Uncle’s prick, rubbing it until she would make him cum. God,
what was her mother making her become.  
  
“Use your other hand, and move it lower. I want you to cup my balls. They are
full of hot cum waiting for your hands to coax out,” his lips only an inch
from her ear. He felt her other hand reach down and tentatively grab his
balls. “GGGoddd,” feeling her squeeze his balls rather hard beneath his pants,
but still enjoying her stimulation of his swollen balls. “Use your other hand
that is rubbing my prick and find the end of it and squeeze the head of it
hard.” He let his lips run lightly over her cheek, planting tiny kisses on her
face. "God, your good, Melissa, have you ever done this before?”  
  
She listened to his commands and obeyed, stroking his prick up and down,
grabbing it tightly through his pants. Her other hand reached further down his
pants, finding two round objects, her hand gripping them tightly and squeezing
them. She heard him groan, not sure if in pain or pleasure, so she did it
again, this time harder. She was rewarded with another grunt. She ran her
fingers up his shaft until she reached the end and then did as he said
gripping the head with two fingers and digging them into it deeply. It was
hard, yet still soft, her fingers pushing into the yielding flesh. She felt
proud of herself as he continued to encourage her.  
  
She was good, she might not know what she was doing, but she was doing it
intuitively, her hands making his prick harder. “Every Friday, you are going
to have to make me cum, Melissa. You make my prick so hard when I punish you,
you will have to relieve me before you are finished. I will teach you how to
pleasure me. He reached for her head and turned her towards him, his lips
reaching out and touching hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her lips.  
  
“MMMM,” her hands stopping, her head trying to break free of his kiss. Why was
he trying to kiss her? She turned her head away, her hands returning to stroke
his prick again. He was getting too aggressive, treating her like she was his
lover. She had to get him off soon. “OOW,” she yelped, his fingers pinching
her thigh.  
  
“Open your legs again, I want to feel those hot thighs,” his hands forcefully
pushing between her legs until she relaxed them, letting them spread open.
“Stroke my prick.” He looked down at her, slightly slumped in the couch next
to him, her hands urgently stroking his cock, the other hand either playing
with his balls or pinching the head of his prick. Her legs were spread in a
wide V, the black panties outlined by her pale, white skin. His hand began to
run up and down her thighs, each time moving closer to her panty covered
pussy. His other hand reached up to her naked belly, running over the hot, red
skin.  
  
She could feel his fingers becoming more urgent, the one on her belly sliding
lower, down over her abdomen, slipping cautiously into her silk panties,
sliding down over her naked flesh. The other continued to rub her thighs, his
knuckles moving against her panty covered pussy, each time with more force
until he started to grind them into her pussy lips. “OOOUUCH,” he had pulled
her pubic hair, yanking out a few of the hairs. It was time to end it, she
begin to masturbate his prick faster, her other hand massaging his balls
gently as she felt him begin to shudder.  
  
“Oh, God Melissa, you are so good, I’m going to cum.” His hand dug down into
her panties, cupping her naked pussy, a fat finger slipping between her wet
pussy lips as he began to shoot inside his pants.  
  
“Ahhhhww,” startled as she felt his hand on her naked pussy, fingers playing
up and down her slit. “Sttooop,” she yelled, her other hand yanking his hand
out of her panties, feeling the prick beneath her fingers begin to spasm,
feeling it shudder and shake. So that is what it felt like when it came. Her
fingers continued to rub the member, fingers pinching the head, hearing his
groans when she did. His hand rested on top of hers, slowing her movements to
a clenching and unclenching on the spewing prick inside his pants. He could
feel the wetness as he shot a load of cum inside his shorts.  
  
“You were good, Melissa, your hand was really good, did you enjoy making me
cum?”  
  
“Can I go now, Uncle Bill? Can I get dressed and leave?”  
  
Bill nodded, satisfied. “I will see you next Friday for another punishment
session, Melissa. I look forward to another enjoyable evening with your
beautiful body. I have so much to teach you.” He watched as she quickly
slipped her sweater over her head and pulled on her skirt, attaching it
quickly so she could leave. The door slammed shut, leaving Bill slumped in the
chair, his shorts wet, filled with the cum she coaxed from his balls,
satisfied.  
  
_To be Continued._




        Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions Ch. 02


**Chapter 2: Spanking and Breast Whipping**  
  
Melissa's mother laid out clothes for her tonight. It was Friday night again,
almost 7 p.m. "You better start getting ready, Melissa. You don't want to me
late for Uncle Bill." She looked down at the clothes on the bed. Again,
clothes that would make her look younger. A short skirt, even shorter then
before, red plaid, classic schoolgirl. This time it was a tee-shirt, a very
expensive tee shirt, soft, plush material. It wasn't meant to be loose
fitting, it was made to cling to a nice pair of breasts. There was no bra.
Panties were red, very silky.  
  
Melissa came into the room from the shower, a short towel covering her naked
body, sweet smelling and fresh. A lamb being led to the slaughter. She had
been dreading Friday night all week, hoping that her mother would not make her
go into Uncle Bill's library again. Her mother telling her to take a shower
and not be late made her cringe, knowing that she would again have to endure
Uncle Bill's punishment and the molesting of her young body.  
  
"I'm going out, I wouldn't be late. Now you be a good girl and obey Uncle
Bill. I have to rush, the girls are waiting outside." She rushed out the door,
not wanting to see the pleading expression on Melissa's face as she left. It's
not so bad, I went through it when I was young. And soon, they would find a
place of their own, a place where Uncle Bill would not control them.  
  
Melissa began to dress, dropping the towel to the floor, catching a glimpse of
her naked body in the mirror. Her breasts were small, but each capped with
such a lovely pink nipple, surrounded by a dark areola, contrasting the white,
pale breast flesh. Her hips and ass were filling out, her tiny, blonde bush
barely able to cover her puffy pussy lips. She slipped the red panties on, the
feeling of the silky materials so nice after the cotton panties she wore
during the week. She pulled the skirt on, trying to pull it down, barely able
to cover mid thigh. She pulled the tee shirt over her head, smothering it
down, almost like a second skin. The soft material clung to her young breasts,
molding around them. She turned red when she saw how hard her nipples had
become, poking out the thin material. She glanced at the clock, only five
minutes, hurrying to finish dressing and running down to the library to arrive
just as the grandfather clock in the hall rang seven chimes.  
  
She opened the door, Uncle Bill already comfortable in his chair, wearing a
smoking jacket, looking up as she entered. "Good evening, Uncle Bill."  
  
"Why, you certainly look lovely tonight Melissa. Step closer, so I may see
better," motioning her over to him.  
  
She stood in front of him, her arms raised up, hiding her hard nipples.  
  
"What are you trying to hide from me, Melissa? Lower your hands to your side."  
  
She lowered her eyes to the floor, not wanting to see his expression as her
hands lowered, her breasts now uncovered.  
  
"Such a lovely top, Melissa. I like how it clings to your small breasts. And
look at your nipples. They seem to be trying to bust out," laughing as he said
it.  
  
"Please, Uncle Bill, don't tease me. The boys already do that at school."  
  
He stood up and walked next to her. "I'm sorry. I told you I love small
breasts like yours." His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts,
softly snuggling it in his palm. His finger rubbed gently over the nipple,
feeling the blood rushing to the tip. He felt her body shudder.  
  
She couldn't believe she was letting him, but she did. His hand was cupping
one of her breasts, his finger stimulating the hard nipple. He was the only
one that appreciated her breasts, everyone else made fun of how small they
were. She knew it was wrong that he was fondling her young breast, but she
could not stop the only person that liked them. She felt his hand move across
her chest to cradle the other one, his fingers again pinching lightly on her
nipple, feeling it get even harder. She looked down, embarrassed as she saw
his hand squeezing her breast, his finger rubbing her nipple.  
  
Then she remembered why she was here. Uncle Bill brought her to be punished.
"Please, Uncle Bill, stop," pulling away from him.  
  
Uncle Bill was almost feeling sorry for her. Damn, can't let feeling get in
the way of good sex. "You're right Melissa, let's get back to why you are
here. It is time for you to be punished for being a bad girl. Like all little
girls that are bad, they need a spanking to punish them and that is what you
will get today."  
  
"No, I'm too old for a spanking, Uncle Bill," she cried out.  
  
"Nonsense, you are never too old for a spanking and that is what you will
receive today." He sat back down, this time on a wooden chair he had brought
over. A chair without arms so that lovely Melissa could be bent over his lap,
her ass ready for a spanking.  
  
"Now get over here quickly before I increase your punishment. I could use a
belt instead of my hand. Would you like that Melissa, a nice thick leather
strap on your ass?"  
  
She began to sob, going from bad to worse. "No, Uncle Bill, not a belt. That
would hurt too much."  
  
"Over here, I want you over my lap, your head hanging down the side. Quickly
now, before I change my mind and get the belt," he threatened. He smiled as
she submissively moved over to him, situating herself to the side of him.  
  
She felt his hand reach out and push down on her side, guiding her down onto
his lap. Lower and lower she went until her head moved down towards the floor,
the upside down position making her a little dizzy. Her hands reached for the
floor, trying to steady her body, feeling like she was going to slide off and
fall on the floor. She could already feel his hard penis pushing into her
stomach, her weight pushing her down onto it. She felt the cool air on her
legs, not knowing how naked she really looked, the short skirt had not covered
much before, the bent over position of her body drew it up even higher.  
  
"That's a good girl, Melissa. You must take your punishment." His hand moved
over her back, down towards her upraised ass. His cock jerked against her
stomach as he saw her naked legs, the short skirt had ridden high up her
thighs, a peak of red panties showing. He molded his hand over her ass cheeks,
feeling her body tense as he intimately grabbed her ass cheeks in his palms,
grabbing them tightly as he caressed the young flesh before him. Back and
forth his hand went, gliding over the taut flesh, feeling her body move about,
rubbing over his hard cock. His hand moved lower, her body jumped when his
hand trailed down to her naked thigh.  
  
She could only imagine how naked her legs were, his hand now traveling down
her butt only a short distance before it reached her naked thigh. God, she
thought, it must be almost up over my panties, his hand on her naked thighs
only inches from her panty covered sex. She squirmed, feeling the penis moving
against her like a snake, jumping and twitching.  
  
"Such lovely thighs you have. I so enjoyed punishing them last time. Such
tender skin, especially here," grabbing her roughly between her legs,
clenching painfully onto the sensitive skin. She jerked again, his cock
thrilled with her movements. "Can you feel how excited you are making my cock,
Melissa? You are going to have to make me cum again."  
  
"Brace yourself, Melissa. His hand rose and fell hard onto her right ass
cheek, slapping hard into the young flesh.  
  
"EEEEhh," yelled Melissa, a burning sensation in her buttock. God, would she
be able to stand it. The blows came suddenly and without let up. One, two,
three, four in a row, alternating between each butt cheek, the burning
spreading to her whole buttocks. Then he stopped, his hand returning to
lightly caress her cheeks again, moving back and forth from one to the other.
At least the pain had stopped, enduring the fondling of her body again.  
  
Uncle Bill's cock jerked each time he struck her ass, loving the feeling of
his hand hitting her ass cheeks. His hand even stung a little, but that was
immaterial to the sexual excitement he was feeling as he spanked her young
ass. "You're being a good girl, Melissa. But I think your skirt is taking too
much of the brunt of the spanking." He began to pull her skirt up over her
plump buttocks, her ass cheeks straining the red panties. He tucked it above
her waist, his hand returning to her panty covered ass cheeks. "Much better,
Melissa, you have such a nice ass," his hand rubbing the flesh as he spoke.  
  
She could feel her butt being uncovered, squirming on his lap but unable or
unwilling to stop his fondling of her young body. She had to endure whatever
he did to her, for her mother and her sake. She began to cry, tears running
down her cheeks as she felt the hands continuing to molest her body.  
  
"EEEEEEGGGGG," the hand coming raining down on her panty covered ass cheeks
again, this time more painful, the silky panties little cushion for the
powerful strokes of his hand. Four times, then the hand returning to fondle
her body.  
  
Uncle Bill could feel the heat in her ass cheeks from the spanking, his hands
running over her cheeks. He could not wait much longer, wanting to see her
naked ass, seeing how red he was making it. "So much better, Melissa, I can
feel the heat in your ass." His hand slapped down again, four rapid blows to
her cheeks, her body bouncing up and down each time her struck her. His cock
jerked when he heard her sobbing, her cries of pain making him harder.  
  
Her butt cheeks went from burning sensation to be extremely painful. His hand
continued to beat down on her flesh, then returning to caress her ass like a
lover would do, her body tense, waiting for the next blows. "EEEEHHH," four
more blows, moving lower down onto the gentle up swell of her buttocks, part
of his hand slapping her naked thighs.  
  
He could see her thighs turning red where he had hit them. "Relax, Melissa,
I'm going to lower your panties. I want to spank your naked ass."  
  
She looked up, "No, NO," her eyes pleading with him, her tear stained face
begging him not to strip her butt naked.  
  
"SSSSH, Melissa, it will be all right, stroking her face. Now back down so I
can lower your panties and continue your spanking. You want to get it over,
don't you?"  
  
She could only sob, her head falling back down, resigned to the fate of being
stripped naked. She felt his fingers at her waistband, pulling out on the thin
garment, pulling them slowly down her buttocks. He was teasing her, letting
her feel the humiliation as he slowly uncovered her naked butt. "No, No,"
feeling a hand slip inside her panties, now grabbing her naked flesh, rubbing
and gripping her young butt.  
  
He had never felt such nice flesh before. It had been a long time since he was
with a young girl, not since he was the same age. He had almost forgot how
good the taut, young flesh felt as he ran his hands over it, gripping the skin
between his fingers, his cock jerking in anticipation. He pulled his hand out
and let her panties slide down over her hillocks, her plump ass cheeks
beckoning him. He could see her cheeks already turning red. His hand ran up
and down her ass crease, watching her buttocks clench tight, teasing her with
his fingers, trying to prevent him from entering between them. He would leave
that for later.  
  
His hand rose up and came slamming down on her naked ass, the sound of flesh
meeting flesh ringing out in the library. He body bounced up and down, her
head shaking back and forth, crying as she suffered the spanking. Her ass
cheeks turned bright red, each cheek bearing the punishment she had received.  
  
Her ass was a mass of pain, the spanking taking a terrible toll on her young
body. His hand returned to caress her again, clenching her buttocks, her
thighs pressed tightly together to keep his molesting fingers and hands off
her most intimate charms.  
  
He let her have her way, fighting his roving hand. He would make her submit
later, when he was ready to cum. He spanked her again, her cries now louder
then before, her ass cheeks now sensitive to anything touching the hot flesh.
Four more times he beat her naked ass, finally stopping, her head hanging
down, her breathing rapid. He let his fingers linger on her ass cheeks,
teasing her ass crease, moving up and down, his finger reaching almost down to
her pussy, her body jerking away in defense. "Very good, Melissa, you did
well. You may get up now."  
  
He watched as she rose up, her panties still below her ass cheeks, the skirt
falling down to cover them. She reached back, pulling them up, a small moan as
the pain returned when the fabric hit her hot, sensitive flesh.  
  
"Over to that chair, Melissa, we are almost done."  
  
"No, don't spank me anymore. My butt hurts so bad, I don't think I can even
sit down."  
  
He pushed her over to a large, wooden chair, the back going up at least four
feet. He placed a pillow on the seat and pushed her down into it. "Raise your
arms up, Melissa, hurry up or it's back over my lap for more spanking."  
  
She did not know what was in store for her, but anything was better then more
spanking. Or so she thought. Her arms rose up, moving up the back of the
chair.  
  
"Hold still," Uncle Bill moving to the bottom of her tee shirt and slowly
pulling it up her body.  
  
Melissa's hands rushed back down as she felt Uncle Bill begin to strip off her
tee shirt. "No, not that, please not that."  
  
Uncle Bill slapped at her hands, "put your hands back up, now!"  
  
Melissa complied, the tone in his voice very demanding. She felt the tee shirt
moving up over her breasts, the cool air dancing on her nipples, plucking them
into hardness. She felt it pulled over her head, now naked to the waist. She
started to put her hands down.  
  
"No, I didn't tell you to do that, back up," he ordered her, his voice showing
his irritation with her disobedience.  
  
She stretched them back up, her tits riding up high, her nipples pointed and
hard. She did not notice the leather straps on the back, not until she felt
one of them being secured around her wrist. "WWWHHaatt," she cried out, but
Uncle Bill was quick, securing her wrist tightly into the leather strap, her
arm pulled up straight into the air, pinned against the back of the chair. She
was resigned to her fate as she let him secure her other arm with a similar
leather strap. "What are you doing, Uncle Bill? Please," she begged.  
  
He secured more leather straps to her arms, this time at her elbows, her arms
now pinned securely. He had so wanted to touch her naked breasts as he
stripped off her tee shirt, but he waited, waited until he had her secured.
His hands reached down to her small breasts, his hand cupping them again like
before, his fingers feeling the young, naked flesh beneath them. He crushed
them with his hands, feeling the spongy flesh under his grip, his fingers
playing over the hard nipples, pinching them.  
  
She moved her body, but was unable to escape his molesting hands and fingers
as they played freely over her naked breasts. When his hands moved down her
sides, she shifted her hips in the chair, hoping to escape the roaming hands,
not even caring about the pain in her butt cheeks as the tender skin chaffed
on the hard chair.  
  
"I can fix that, Melissa," his hand finding another leather strap, this time a
fat, three inch strap that he secured around Melissa, sitting up high on her
hips, pinning her to the back of the chair.  
  
"Why, what are you going to do, Uncle Bill, please, please untie me? I don't
like it," she begged.  
  
His hand returned to her face, pushing the hair from her eyes. "Shhh, we're
not finished with your punishment yet, Melissa."  
  
"You're not going to spank me again, no, don't do that." She was confused, he
could not get to her butt in the position he had her in. She had a bad
feeling, a feeling of impending doom.  
  
His hands returned to her breasts, loving the feeling as he molded them with
his hands, his fingers plucking at her nipples, snapping at the hardening
buds. "Why your breasts, of course, Melissa, I'm going to punish your
breasts," smiling as he continued to fondle her tits.  
  
The shocked look came first, then the incoherent babbling as she tried to
fathom what he had said. He couldn't mean her breasts. They are so sensitive,
who would be so evil to think of punishing a women's breasts. "Whatttt, do you
mean, my breasts? You wouldn't Uncle Bill," she exclaimed.  
  
"That is exactly what I mean. I will begin with some slapping of your breasts,
paying close attention to your nipples. Then I will stretch them up by your
nipples and take a riding crop and whip them from top to bottom. I will enjoy
when I hit your areolas and your nipples. That is why you are tied so
securely. I don't want you to be able to escape the whip."  
  
His hands moved up to her face again, pushing her head back against the back
of the chair, suddenly finding another strap which he secured around her
forehead, not allowing her to see what he would do to her breasts, her eyes
situated only forward. She felt the slap first, then the pain as his open hand
slapped her breast upward, making the small tit dance up, jiggling as the
sting registered in her brain. "OOOWWW," unable to comprehend this evil
punishment. She did not have to wait long before she felt his hand return,
this time hitting her other breast, feeling the firm globe bounce around, her
nipple taking the brunt of the slap. "OOOOWWW," she cried out again, her
breasts still moving up and down.  
  
"I told you I loved small tits, Melissa. I love to spank them and whip them.
So firm, the whip will bite into them so painfully, not much flesh to absorb
the blow." His hand returned to slapping her tits, making them bounce back and
forth, the firm, young breasts bouncing around, not even stopping before he
returned to slap them again. He could see them turning red, the nipples
swollen, her moans of pain growing louder.  
  
She could not believe the pain he was inflicting on her young body. Her
breasts were rocked with pain, a burning pain emanating from her nipples. They
seemed to be swollen to twice their size, making them easier targets. Suddenly
he stopped, his hands returning to caress her globes again, his hands cradling
the pain racked flesh, his fingers flicking across the swollen nipples. She
felt his fingers playing with one of her nipples, twisting and turning it
painfully. Suddenly she felt something touch it and tighten on. She groaned in
pain, as it squeezed the hard nipple tighter, cutting into the tender flesh.
The same happened to the other, first the fingers, then the pain.  
  
Her eyes staring straight ahead first caught a glimpse of it as Uncle Bill
pulled it in front of her face before it went out of her eye sight, moving
above her. It was a string, then two, pulled tightly in front of her. He must
have attached the strings to her nipples.  
  
"Yes, I have tied the strings to your nipples. Very tight, they will not pull
off." He slowly began to pull the two strings, Melissa eyes widening in pain
and fear as she felt her nipples being pulled from her body, the straps
keeping her pinned to the chair, her nipples stretching painfully. They were
pulled almost two inches long, the tiny nipples turning white as the blood was
pushed from them.  
  
"GGGODDDD, that hurts, how can you do that to a girls nipples, please, no
more," she begged as she sobbed in pain, tears running down her pretty face,
her mouth grimacing in pain.  
  
"A little more, Melissa, then I will begin to whip your breasts," showing her
the riding crop he would use on her small breasts.  
  
"No, not that, please, no," she begged the intense pain returning to her
nipples as he pulled the string tighter. He stopped, feeling the fumbling,
knowing that he was tying the string to something, the strain on her nipples
continuing.  
  
Uncle Bill pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it as he looked down at
Melissa. Naked from the waist up, her arms stretched up into the air, bound
tightly in two places to the back of the chair, thrusting her tits out. And
her tits, her nipples encircled by the tight string and pulled up to the top
of the chair, the nipples over two inches long, stretching her breasts out and
up. He rubbed the whip on the underside of her breast, feeling her body jump
in response.  

She heard the sound of the whip hitting, the splat as the leather riding crop
hit her tender underside of her right breast. It took long seconds before the
pain reached her brain. Then she screamed, "AAAAAGGGGHHH," never feeling such
intense pain before. Her chest heaved up and down, her breathing ragged,
pulling harder on her swollen and stretched nipples.  
  
Uncle Bill could not wait, the whip slashing out on the unprotected underside
of her other breast, her scream making his cock jerk in pleasure. Her body was
held tightly, unable to stop the abuse of her body. He slashed the whip back
and forth, moving closer to her stretched nipples each time. Her loudest
scream came when the whip lashed at her areola and pulled on her stretched
nipple.  
  
The pain was intense, feeling like he was separating her nipple from her body.
Tears were flowing from her eyes, her sobbing and crying unable to block out
the sound of the leather punishing her young, tit flesh. Her body shuddered
each time the crop bit into her tender flesh, the sound ringing out in the
room, followed by her scream, her voice already hoarse. Her mother was on her
fourth drink, having found an adequate male to buy her drinks and dance with
her. His hands often lingered to long where it shouldn't but she grew up
accepting the male domination of her body. She remembered Melissa and what she
was doing, but the man next to her pulled her from the seat to dance, holding
her close, his hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Melissa was soon forgotten
as her pussy began to get wet. Uncle Bill stroked his cock as he looked down
at her breasts, now criss-crossed with red marks, the whip taking a toll on
her white flesh. Her nipples were dark red, swollen from the whip and the
tight bondage of the string. He moved his hands down, encircling her breasts
with his hands, feeling her flinch from the pain of having her whipped breasts
touched. "No more, Uncle Bill, please no more, they hurt too much." He began
to pull the string from the top of the chair, her breasts falling back down,
the nipples still trapped. "Do you want the string off?" "Oh, yes, yes, they
hurt so much. I can just barely feel them." She cried. He yanked on the
strings, pulling them painfully from her nipples, abrading the nipple flesh as
they tore off. "EEEEEWWWHH," she screamed. The pain as the string was torn off
was bad, but as the blood returned to the tips, the shooting pain returned.
"Are you read to make me cum, Melissa, or would you like some more
punishment," stroking his cock, his balls full of cum, ready to unload upon
her body. "Yes, anything, no more pain. Untie me and I will rub your penis
real good. You can shoot on my breasts again, just don't touch them, they hurt
so much." "I don't think I'm going to untie you yet. But you can make me cum."
"What do you mean, untie me, I'll do it good Uncle Bill," her eyes pleading
with him. "No, you are going to have to use your hot, little mouth this time."
She was startled, not expecting that. He wanted to put his penis in her mouth.
She wanted her to suck it. "You wouldn't shoot in my mouth, will you, Uncle
Bill? Just shoot on my breasts again," she begged. "No, Melissa, you are going
to have to take my cock in your mouth and suck me until I cum. Then I expect
you to swallow it. Can you be a good girl and do that, Melissa? Or should I
whip you some more, maybe between your legs, on your sex. Would you like that?
For me to tie your legs open and take the riding crop onto your spread pussy?"
"You wouldn't do that, would you Uncle Bill?" But she knew the answer. He
would enjoy doing that to her. His penis twitching as he whipped her tender
sex. It was bad enough on her breasts, she knew she could not stand a whipping
between her legs. "I'll do it, Uncle Bill. I'll suck your penis real good and
swallow it when you shoot. Just don't whip me anymore." His hands stroked her
face, wiping her wet hair from her face, drying the tears on her cheeks. He
traced his fingers over her lips, his finger sliding inside her mouth, her
lips parted, not stopping him, knowing it would be fruitless. He stroked his
cock and held it up to her face, jumping as it felt her hot breath on it. He
saw the look on her face, the look of disgust at the task she must perform.
"Open your mouth, Melissa, open it real wide. Make an "O" with your lips and I
will feed you hot, little mouth my cock." She opened her mouth, wider, seeing
how big his cock was, only inches from her lips. Slowly he eased his hips
forward, the head of the cock sliding along her lips. She could feel the
wetness lingering on her lips, her tongue accidentally touching it, tasking
the salty fluid. It was thick, sticking to her tongue. "Now run your tongue
over it like a good girl." He moaned in pleasure as he felt her hot, rough
tongue move over the head of his cock, small drops of cum coaxed from the tip.
"Oh, yes, such a hot mouth you have Melissa. Keep doing that and tighten your
lips around it. Then gently suck in, as your tongue licks it like a lollypop.
You can do that, can't you, Melissa. Lick my lollypop?" She could not move her
head, her mouth only a receptacle for his penis. She gagged at the first taste
of his cum, the salty taste awful, refusing to go down, lingering in her
mouth. It continued to leak into her mouth, her tongue seemingly dragging it
out, unable to prevent it from dripping into her mouth. She felt him lift up
his balls and rub them on her chin, his cock pushing farther into her mouth,
her tongue now around the underside of his penis, licking and lapping at the
hot flesh. "MMMMGGG," the pain returning to her breasts, his hands no longer
idle, squeezing the whip globes painfully. "Suck, Melissa, draw it into your
mouth. OOOH, yes, Melissa. Are you sure you haven't sucked a cock before.
You're awful good at this for a virgin. You must have got it from your mother,
I hear she was good at sucking cock." He pushed more of his cock into her
mouth, banging against the back, making her gag. He would not throat fuck her
this time. Next time. He wanted her to learn how to suck his cock first. She
felt the penis sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue running up and down
his penis. She could feel the ridges and bumps on it, the veins shooting out
from the sides, the rim on the head. Her tongue found the hole at the end, the
tip of her tongue running back and forth over it, tasting the salty fluid
leaking out. She would do anything not to be whipped, even if it meant sucking
his penis. She sucked in, feeling the heavy penis slide farther into her
mouth, his hips urging it forward. She choked when it pushed too far, but she
was bound too tightly to prevent it. Uncle Bill had never felt such pleasure
before. His hands continued to squeeze her whipped tits, her mouth sucking him
harder, hoping to make him cum and stop abusing her whipped flesh. She seemed
to be drawing in his cock, the slurping sound as his cock thrust in and out
her tightly stretched lips, her lips pursed to suck in the hard cock.  
  
He pulled his cock from her mouth and fed both of his balls in, her cheeks
swelling as they were filled with his cum swollen balls. Her tongue lashed out
on his ball sack, sucking the heavily laden sacks in deeper. He was ready to
cum, unable to prevent it, her mouth just too good. He pushed his cock back
into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around it, sucking the hard cock
farther into her hot mouth.  
  
"I'm going to cum, Melissa. Don't forget to swallow all of it. If you don't, I
will whip you some more until I get hard again. Then you will suck my cock
again until you learn."  
  
"MMMGG," the only acknowledgment she could make, as she sucked his cock as
best as she could. She had to make him cum so she could go. Her breasts hurt
so badly, his fingers still inciting the pain from the whipping. She felt it
push in deeper and then felt it shudder, his hips pushing forward, his cock
banging against the back of her throat, making her gag. He pulled out a
little, the bulbous head sitting on her tongue, shuddering as the first load
of cum begin to shoot up from his balls. "GGGGRRGGLLE," the hot cum shooting
into the confines of her virgin mouth, filling it rapidly with the salty,
thick fluid. She swallowed once, the cum choking her as it slid slowly down
her gullet into her stomach. She was afraid she would throw up.  
  
It felt like she was sucking the cum from his balls, her mouth doing such
delightful things to his cock. He shot his first load, hearing her gag as it
shot to the back of her throat. Her tongue continued to lash at his cock, as
she attempted to swallow his cum. Another shudder, his cock jerking as it
spewed forth a ropey load of cum onto her tongue. Two more times he filled her
mouth, hearing her swallowing before the next load filled her cheeks. A choke
and a gag, but she still continued to suck, his fingers on her breasts coaxing
her to perform as best as she could. Anything to make him cum and stop the
molesting of her whipped breasts.  
  
She finally felt it finishing, his cock now shrinking rapidly, not just a limp
piece of flesh sitting on her tongue, the salty cum permeating her mouth. He
pulled out, his hands pulling the leather straps from her body, her arms
slumping down, the feelings have long gone from the bound appendages. He went
back over to his chair and sat down, his cock happy and content, having dumped
his load of cum deep into the hot confines of her young body. "You may go now,
Melissa. I will see you next Friday," not even watching her as she dressed and
hurriedly ran out the door.  
  
_To Be Continued..._




        Niece's Weekly Punishment Sessions Ch. 03


**Chapter 3- Melissa and Lara lose Their Virginity**  
  
"Mother, must I go, please, stay home with me, don't make me go to Uncle
Bill's study. You don't know what he makes me do," Melissa begged her mother.  
  
"Nonsense, it's not that bad. You live in a nice house, Uncle Bill takes good
care of us. We could be out on the street. This is the least thing you could
do. Look at all I have sacrificed for you. I gave up a singing career to take
care of you when you were born. If it wasn't for you, I would be famous! Now
stop being such a child. I have to go, the other girls are waiting for me."  
  
Melissa was left alone, alone in the house, Uncle Bill waiting for her in his
study, ready to take advantage of her body. She looked at the clothes spread
out on the bed, cringing again when she saw them. The skirt was short, a light
green flowered skirt that would barely cover her upper thighs. The top was cut
at the midriff, her stomach would be naked, just a light tee shirt material.
There was a green thong, but no bra. A pair of high heels again, higher then
she would ever wore were sitting on the floor. She quickly went into the
shower, not wanting to be late. She didn't hear the doorbell or Uncle Bill
inviting in the visitor.  
  
"Welcome Michael, I'm glad you accepted my invitation," Uncle Bill showing
Michael to his study. Michael was his best friend, confiding all of his
secrets to him. He had been fascinated when he told her about Melissa and the
control he had over the young girl.  
  
"I do the same thing. I have a young girl under my care now, Lara. She is from
Spain. Her mother gave me custody of her in order to provide for her
education. I am just starting to train her now, why don't we train both of
them together," Michael had told him.  
  
Bill had agreed, with Michael bringing Lara with him tonight. She was a
beautiful girl, brown curly long hair, big beautiful brown eyes that seem to
beg you to fuck her, a nice pair of tits, long legs and a great ass. She was
eighteen. "Hello Lara," Uncle Bill said, noticing her looking down, not
staring into his face. "Is she bashful?" Uncle Bill asking Michael.  
  
"She is not sure what is going on. As I said, I have just begun to train her
and she is still quite reluctant. Is Melissa the same way?"  
  
"Yes, I have only had two punishment sessions with her. I have not taken her
sexually yet, though I have abused her body some. And she has used her hands
and mouth on me." Uncle Bill looked at Lara, such a lovely body. It would be
nice to have two young girls to molest.  
  
The door burst open, Melissa walking into the room, startled to see Michel and
Lara standing there. "Excuse me Uncle Bill, I'll go, I didn't know you had
company," relieved, getting out of the Friday punishment session she dreaded.
She turned and started walking out when she heard his voice.  
  
"Nonsense, Melissa, come over here," ordering her.  
  
Michael looked up at her, a beautiful young girl. Different then Lara, being
blonde, blue eyes, but their figures were similar. Both young girls, still
filling out, both had small breasts, but firm, tight asses. Yes, he would
enjoy this very much.  
  
Melissa obeyed Uncle Bill, walking into the room. She looked over at the other
girl, seeing in her eyes the same fear she had. Whatever they planned to do,
it looked like it concerned both of them.  
  
"Melissa, this is Lara. Do both of you know why you are hear?" He looked at
both of them, seeing the blank expression on their faces. "Lara is in a
similar position as you are Melissa, with Michael though. He is training her,
just as if I am training you to service my needs. We have decided that it
would be much more enjoyable to do it together." He waited for a response,
knowing that Melissa would protest, her reluctance in her new role always
fighting back.  
  
"What do you......?" Uncle Bill stopping her sentence in the middle with a
quick, hard slap to her ass. "OOOW," she screamed, clutching her butt.  
  
"It was not a question, it was a statement, Melissa. That is the way it is
going to be." He looked over at Lara, seeing the fright in her eyes as she saw
what Melissa's outburst had cost her.  
  
"I'm going to like her, Bill, I like a little spunk in them. Much more
enjoyable to drive it out of them. I think Lara has the same thing in her, but
she is not that familiar with English so it takes her longer to comprehend
what is said to her. But once she does, she puts a good fight."  
  
Lara looked at Melissa, there eyes meeting, each knowing what the other was
thinking. What were they going to do to them?  
  
"Who do we start with first?" Bill asked Michael.  
  
"Since you're the guest, why don't we start with Lara, then we can move onto
Melissa." "I like the idea of Melissa seeing what is going to happen to her
and not be able to do anything about it but wait for her turn." Bill looked at
Michael, awaiting his approval.  
  
"That's all right with me, but mind if I check out Melissa first. I love those
tiny little titties, and I just can't wait to touch them. And I think we
should get her in a good position to watch what happens to Lara, don't you.
I'm sure you have some rope." He smiled at Melissa, his hand reaching down to
his crotch, grabbing his cock, straightening it out in his pants. "Lara, sit
down over there until we are ready for you," he ordered her sternly, Lara
obeying quickly.  
  
Melissa backed up as Michael approached, afraid of what was going to happen.
It was bad enough with Uncle Bill molesting her, now there were two of them.
And with Lara also present to see her humiliation as she is forced to submit
to them. "Please, don't touch me," she begged, Michael smiling as he
approached her.  
  
Michael moved next to her, "now little girl, be good. I'm not going to hurt
you, much." He moved next to her, "stand still," he ordered her. He saw her
freeze in her tracks, Uncle Bill giving her a stare to obey. He moved behind
her, admiring her body, the light green skirt draped sensuously over her firm
ass, the thin top showing her nipples popping out the front. No bra for her.
"You're a very beautiful girl, you know that don't you," he whispered into her
ear. "Such a lovely body. We are going to do such delightful things to you."  
  
Melissa trembled as Michael whispered in her ear. She was afraid of what they
were going to do.  
  
"Are you a virgin Melissa?"  
  
She swallowed, 'yes," she managed to get out. "Please, don't take that from
me."  
  
"I could tell, I can smell a virgin, I can smell your pussy. Such a sweet
fragrance. We are going to fuck you Melissa. You are going to lose your
virginity tonight, just like Lara. You'll get to watch her first, get to see
what will happen to you. Then it will be your turn, your turn to learn how to
fuck."  
  
She felt his hand begin to move over her body, starting on her naked stomach,
moving up under her top to grasp her naked breasts. She moved her hands up,
grabbing his, stopping them before they touched her nipples. "No," she cried
out.  
  
Michael leaned over her, "put your hands down now!" He waited, her hands
releasing his, slowly lowering down to her sides. "Good girl, Melissa, I just
want to play with those cute, little titties."  
  
Melissa felt his hands begin to move again, his large palms completely
covering her small breasts. She clenched her fists as he molested her teenage
breasts unable to stop him. She felt her nipples begin to grow under his
palms, pushing into the hot flesh clenched on her breasts. She had always been
ashamed at the small size of her breasts, but they seemed to like them the way
they were. His hands were big like Uncle Bill's, able to grab all of her
breast flesh and squeeze them tightly, compressing them. She arched her back,
feeding her nipples deeper into his palms, wanting him to touch them, make
them harder.  
  
"You like that, don't you Melissa. You like your little titties played with."
He released her breasts, cupping them from underneath. "You want me to play
with your nipples, make them hard? Arch you back more, stick your tits out for
me. Show me what a good girl you can be." He didn't have to wait long, her
back arched up, thrusting her little breasts out. He pulled her tee up over
them, her naked breasts eagerly awaiting his fingers. "Yes, such nice
nipples," his fingers gripping the hard peaks. "You want me to squeeze them
hard don't you Melissa?"  
  
"OOOH," she moaned as his fingers became more insistent, twisting and turning
her nipples, his strong fingers pinching her sensitive flesh. She felt the
pain shoot down to her sex, making her pussy wet. "MMMM," pushing up on her
tip toes as Michael pulled her nipples up, forcing her to stretch on her toes
or have her nipples pulled from her body. Even as she stretched, her nipples
were pulled until they were over two inches long, yanked out of shape by his
powerful fingers.  
  
Bill watched as Michael talked to Melissa, standing behind her, sure that his
cock was pushed into her ass. He looked over at Lara, sitting patiently,
waiting when she would be fucked, unable to stop her own degradation. He moved
over to her, kneeling in front of her, looking up at the innocent face.
"You're a beautiful girl, Lara," his hands on her knees as he looked up at
her. "Lift up your skirt for me Lara, let me see your pretty panties," he
ordered her.  
  
"No, don't make me do that, please no." She felt his hands grip her tender
inner thighs, feeling like he was bruising them. "Stop!" she cried out, her
hands reaching down to the hem of her short skirt and pulling it up, his eyes
feasting on her panties.  
  
"Above your waist, show me everything Lara," watching as she pulled it up
high, high above her waist, the low cut panties barely able to hide any of her
charms. He looked at her sex, her panties unable to conceal the outline of her
labia, the material pushed between her pussy lips. "Michael said you have a
pretty cunt Lara. Spread you legs and give me a peek," he ordered her, his
hands squeezing her thighs, giving her a sample of what would happen if she
failed to obey.  
  
She sat in the chair, her skirt held up above her waist as she slowly parted
her legs, his hands on the inside of her thighs, slowly sliding up, urging her
legs farther and farther apart. He didn't stop until her legs were spread
wide, her panties pulled up tight between her sex. She blushed as she saw how
exposed she was. His face was only inches from her pussy, his eyes staring at
her tightly stretched panties.  
  
"That's good, see how Melissa is enjoying Michael playing with her tits. I'm
going to play with your pussy and make you feel good. I'm going to make you
get wet. It will hurt less when we fuck you for the first time. Now hold
still."  
  
Bill let his hands slide up and down her inner thighs, feeling her tight
muscles, her legs spread wide. He moved his fingers to both sides of the
crotch of her panties, his thumbs pressed upward, gripping her pussy lips
beneath the sheer panties and applied downward pressure at the same time he
pushed out. He could feel her flesh under the panties slowly open. He let his
thumbs quickly move in, pushed deep between her pussy lips, his fingers
feeling her juices soak her panties.  
  
Lara began to arch her hips up off the chair as his fingers began to massage
her inner pussy, moving up and down, each time higher until they reached her
vagina. It shouldn't feel this good, his fingers shamelessly running over her
panty covered pussy, her pussy creaming for him as if she wanted to lose her
virginity to them.  
  
Bill looked over at Michael, his hands still running over her breasts, her
teeth clenched tightly in pain, but her breasts were still pushed out into his
hands, enjoying his painful manipulation of her young breasts. "I'm afraid
Lara will cum in her pants soon. We don't we get Melissa comfortable, maybe
out of some of her clothes. Then we can work on Lara."  
  
"Good idea, how about them changing places. Take off your top Melissa, let us
see your naked titties." She did not fight the idea, pulling the tee over her
head, her hands returning to her side. Bill had pulled Lara up from the chair,
her skirt falling back down to cover her sex. Michael pushed Melissa over to
the chair, making her sit up straight. "You have the rope?"  
  
Bill brought over a large coil of rope cut into convenient lengths. You could
tell he had done this often. He pulled Melissa's arms up over her head and
back down behind her neck, securing her wrists to each other before tying the
rope to the top of the chair. He looked at his handiwork, her breasts thrust
up by the bondage. He reached out and let his fingers snap her nipples,
sending a sharp pain into each tip, a tiny yelp from her lips. He pulled her
panties down to her knees, loving the sight of her naked pussy. It was bald,
just like a baby, her labia puffy. He reached down and tied her ankles tightly
together, another rope around her knees, a third around her upper thighs, her
legs pinned together tight.  
  
Melissa thought she would be spread open, instead her legs clamped tightly
together, thankful that she wouldn't suffer the humiliation of being so open.
She looked up as a rope came down from the ceiling. Uncle Bill attached it to
the ropes on her ankles and he began to pull up on a crank, the rope slowly
rising, dragging her legs up with her. Higher and higher it went until her ass
finally pulled up from the seat, her arms tied to the top of the chair
preventing her from sliding off the chair. Her legs bound high forced her
skirt to fall back, her panties still at her knees, her sex naked. She felt
like a slab of beef put on display, her body drawn up to the ceiling.  
  
Michael was pleased at what he saw. He moved his hands down to her thighs,
letting his fingers slip between her bound legs, pulling her pussy lips out.
He smiled at the way she was displayed, her pussy peeking out, her anus
exposed, a large expanse of creamy white flesh available for a whip if he
desired. He slapped her ass hard, letting his palm also slap at her pussy,
feeling her body shake in pain. "Yes, I like that."  
  
Melissa felt so vulnerable, even worse then if her legs were spread. It hurt
when his hand spanked her ass, even worse when it brushed against her pussy.
She could only yell in pain, her body bound too tight.  
  
Lara felt sorry for Melissa, but she knew that she was in for more then that.
They led her over to the bed, a large, four poster bed, covered with pillows,
straps hanging down from the corners.  
  
"Sit on the bed first. Tell Bill to play with your pussy."  
  
Lara didn't have to be told again. She sat down on the bed, her hands lifting
the hem of her skirt up until it was above her waist. When Bill knelt down in
front of her, she let her legs spread open until she felt him crawl between
her thighs.  
  
"You remembered, good girl," pleased at the way she was exhibited. His hands
returned to her panty covered pussy and began to stroke her again. He saw
Michael move behind her on the bed, lifting her arms up, pulling her top over
her head until she was naked from the waist up. Her hands returned to pulling
up her skirt. He saw her big nipples, the size of silver dollars, looking out
of place on such small breasts. "You use anything on her nipples yet?" he
asked Michael.  
  
"No, not yet. She isn't like Melissa. She doesn't like the pain on her nipples
like Melissa does. I figured I would use clamps on them as punishment. Isn't
that right baby," his fingers searching out her nipples, his fingers gripping
the large brown nipples tightly.  
  
Lara arched her back up, trying to escape the painful fingers on her sensitive
nipples. She didn't understand how Melissa could endure such pain, even relish
it. "MMMMM, it hurts," she begged.  
  
"Yes, it's supposed to." He gave her a cruel twist, pulling the nipples out at
the same time he turned them. He let his hands reach underneath them, cupping
them, his fingers lightly brushing over her nipples, feeling them begin to get
hard again. "Slip her panties off, she has such a beautiful, young cunt."  
  
"Would you like to show me your naked cunt, Lara? Pull your skirt off and slip
your little panties off your legs."  
  
Lara felt so vulnerable as she let her skirt fall off, Bill moving out of the
way so she could kick them off. He made her slip her panties down, wanting her
to participate in her own stripping. She was now naked, both men fully
clothed, eyes glued to her naked body. She felt so embarrassed, the older men
making her strip naked, waiting to take her virginity from her.  
  
"Legs apart again Lara. This time place them over my shoulders." He inhaled
the fragrance of her pussy, the smell mixing with the fear of what was going
to happen to her. He watched as she lifted up her legs so she could place them
on his shoulders, her pussy spreading open only inches from his face.  
  
Melissa watched as they molested Lara's young body, now naked, her legs high
on Uncle Bill's shoulder, his face so close to her sex. Michael was still
playing with her nipples, Melissa wishing it was her that he was fondling. He
had a nice touch, hard, but exciting.  
  
Bill's fingers moved back to her pussy, this time touching the naked flesh,
her freshly shaven mound, her pussy lips slightly parted, the pink skin of her
inner pussy peeking out. He gripped her puffy lips and began to pull them,
watching her open up for his inspection. He pulled wider, seeing the lips
stretching, feeling her hips raise up as it became painful. "A very lovely
little cunt Lara." He moved his fingers up to her vagina, the small opening
slightly parted. "Such a small pussy, it's going to have to take such big,
hard cocks inside."  
  
The fear came back again as his fingers touched her small opening. He had not
seen Bill's cock, but he knew that Michael's was big. He had made her suck
him, her mouth having to stretch wide around the thick meat. She didn't know
how it was going to fit inside her without hurting. But that is what they
probably intended to do. Hurt her with their cocks. She felt her body being
pulled back until she was laying down, Michael kneeling behind her. He rubbed
his cock over her face, leaving a trail of dried cum.  
  
Michael pressed his cock against her lips, "open up Lara, take my cock inside
and get it nice and wet." He pushed when she let her lips part, spearing her
oral cavity with his hard cock, not stopping until he heard her choke when it
slammed into her throat. "Good girl, I love it when you choke on my cock,"
stroking his face, feeling his cock burst out her cheeks, loving the sight of
her pleading eyes as he made her suck his cock.  
  
"Can you crème for us Lara? If I masturbate your pretty pussy will you crème
for us?" Bill looked at her, her mouth stuffed with the cock that would soon
take her virginity, getting it wet to fuck her.  
  
"She's a little busy to answer," Michael joked, pushing his cock in and out of
her mouth, enjoying her tongue lathering the tip as he did. "She's never had
her pussy eaten. Just don't make her cum. Just get her sexually aroused. I
love a little girl with a steamy cunt. It'll try to swallow up my cock when I
feed it to her. Isn't that right Lara?" He laughed at the look in her eyes,
unable to stop them from having their way with her defenseless body.  
  
Bill let his tongue slowly run up and down her inner thighs, feeling the flesh
trembling as he moved closer to the target, her sweet smelling pussy. He could
almost taste her already, the sweet smell of a virgin, her pussy moist with
her own juices. Her body jerked up, a muffled cry from her lips when his
tongue first touched her hot, wet pussy. It seemed to flower open, eagerly
encouraging the hot tongue to continue. He gripped her ass cheeks, lifting her
hips up, the petals of her flower opening for him. His tongue was covered with
her nectar, a slightly salty, tangy taste that made his cock jerk in
anticipation. He would fuck her after Michael took her virginity. He would
teach her how to fuck, how to make her pussy squeeze his cock, how to suck the
cum from his balls. He moved his tongue up and down her slit, the hot piece of
flesh easily pushing aside her lips, lapping up her juices as they began to
flow. Higher and higher he went, feeling her hips began a gentle fucking
action as she began to respond to the oral ministrations. How he loved to make
them crème themselves.  

"BBBGGH," her mouth and throat continually plugged with his throbbing flesh.
She ran her tongue around the edge of the crown, feeling the rim, lapping at
the slit on the end, tasting the pre-cum leaking out. She hated how they were
making her feel, his tongue relentless, licking up and down, her body
trembling as he moved closer and closer to her swollen clit, her hips begin a
gentle rotation, trying to drive the tongue harder against her flesh. They
were going to take her precious virginity and she was helping them, getting
wet for their cocks. But she could not longer control herself, the tongue
doing its job, dragging out her pussy crème, soaking her pussy with her
juices.  
  
Melissa watched both of them work over poor Lara's body. Would they do that to
her? She could see her beginning to respond, her hips fucking Uncle Bill's
face between her thighs, only imaging what he was doing to her. No one had
ever licked her down there, not even Uncle Bill. He had always been too
interested in his own pleasure to bring her any. Would that change? Would they
make her cum? She didn't know if she could stand that humiliation. Forced to
orgasm while they took her body.  
  
It felt like Lara was going to suck his cock all the way down into her
stomach, his hard cock pulled into her tight throat, her gagging muscles
clamping onto the head, massaging it. She was almost there, almost ready to
cum. He could feel it in the way she actively participated in the fellatio she
was performing on his cock. How eagerly she was sucking his cock. "Slow down
Michael, the cunt is ready to burst," laughing at her discomfort that they
understood her so well.  
  
Bill felt the same thing, trying to stay away from her clit. He knew he only
had to touch it with his tongue and she would cum all over his face. While he
would enjoy that, enjoy the refreshing taste of virgin pussy juice, Michael
was right. It would be a much more enjoyable fuck if she was aroused to a
fever pitch. She would eagerly participate in the taking of her virginity. He
lifted her hips up higher, his tongue sliding down her pussy slit, pausing at
her virgin vagina, licking around the tight hole before moving back down. He
could feel her disappointment as he moved away from her clit, wanting so
desperately to cum. He moved to her perineum, lapping at the tender flap of
flesh before moving up between her ass cheeks, holding her hips up higher. He
could smell the fragrance of her ass, the slightly musky smell. He saw the
tiny hole, a wrinkled pucker barely big enough for a small finger. That would
soon change. Next week both of the girls would have their asshole stretched,
stretched so they would be able to take the hard, big cocks inside. They would
be trained to be sodomized.  
  
"MMMM, MMMM," shaking her head no, her mouth stretched wide by the cock,
protesting the direction the tongue was taking. She could feel her asshole
exposed, his tongue almost touching her anus, ashamed that someone would even
want to touch her there, never mind that he was doing it with his tongue. It
was like something cold was touched against her anus, his tongue sending
shivers through her body as she felt a wet tongue touch her most intimate part
of her body. Never, never has anyone ever licked her back there.  
  
"She doesn't seem to like that Bill. Why don't you stick your tongue up her
asshole? Let's see how little Lara likes her anus speared by your tongue." He
watched Bill draw back his hand and slap her naked ass cheek, it turning pink
almost immediately, an imprint of his palm left on the white cheek. Michael
heard her strangled scream of pain, stuffing his cock deeper into her throat,
watching her head struggle.  
  
"Push out on your asshole Lara, or I will spank your ass until you do." Bill
didn't wait for a response, his palm striking hard against the other cheek,
both of them now pink. He ran his hand over them, feeling the heat.  
  
Michael let his hand run over Lara's cheek, seeing the tears of pain in her
eyes, her lips still pulled tightly around his cock. "You better do what he
says Lara or he will spank your ass until you wouldn't be able to sit down for
a week. Be a good girl, push out on your asshole, make your anus pucker out
for us."  
  
Bill watched, finally seeing her muscles contracting, his eyes only inches
from her tiny pucker. He saw it begin to move, pushing out, slowly opening. He
would have to train Melissa to do this. Maybe a whole Friday just playing with
and training her asshole before he sodomized her, teaching her how she can
pleasure his cock when he did. He saw her anus shrink back down. He slapped
her ass again, "that was very good Lara, but I want you to do it again. This
time hold it open longer.  
  
Her ass was rocked by the slap again, this time more painful, hitting the same
spot as before, igniting a sharper pain that shot up her spine. She never felt
so humiliated, imagining how she must look as she pushed out as if she was
going to have a bowel movement. She could feel his hot breath on her anus,
knowing that he was only inches from the tiny opening. She grunted, her mouth
still stuffed with hard cock and pushed out, feeling her anus begin to open.
She released the pressure instantly when she felt his tongue touch her there.
"MMMGG," protesting what he was trying to do, trying to put his tongue inside
her. No, she couldn't let him do that.  
  
Another slap, this one followed by a second on the other cheek, he wanted to
proceed, her hesitation becoming annoying. "I'm not going to tell you again
Lara. Next time I'm going to slap your wet pussy. Imagine the pain that would
bring. Now do what I say and push out again and let it stay open. I'm going to
stick my tongue in your asshole whether you like it or not." Bill waited for
her to comply, knowing that she would.  
  
Michael moved close to her, "do what he says Lara, make your asshole spread
open for his tongue. You want to cum don't you? The sooner you let him tongue
fuck your asshole, the sooner we can fuck. I will make you cum when I fuck
you. Now be a good girl and push out for us."  
  
Would they make her do that, Melissa wondered as she strained to see what they
forced her to do? How humiliating, forced to make her anus pucker in and out
for them. She imagined how she would look, both of them standing over her as
she made her anus move for them.  
  
Bill didn't wait this time, as soon as he saw her anus begin to open, he
forced his tongue into her tiny hole, the wet flesh rigid, moving inside the
tight muscle, feeling her sphincter fighting to keep it out. He tasted her,
not as good as her pussy, but still exciting, his cock jerking up and down as
he thought of his cock sheathed in her hot, tight anal tract as she clenched
and unclenched on it. He felt her release the muscles, his tongue forcing hard
to stay in, but her sphincter finally winning out, his tongue pushed out. He
bathed the tiny ring with his saliva, feeling it dance.  
  
Michael pulled his cock out of her mouth, afraid that she would make him cum.
No, he wanted to be the first one to cum inside her pussy, the first one to
fill her with his hot semen.  
  
She felt the tongue leave her anus, relieved that the ordeal was over, moving
back between her pussy lips. She could feel how wet she was. Could she have
gotten that way when he tongued her back there. Even though she protested it,
could the thrill of being forced making her wetter. "GGGGODDD, ssssoo good,"
she cried out. He had latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth, his
tongue slapping at the over stimulated hard bud. "NNOOO," feeling his teeth
nibble on it, the sharp teeth moving back and forth over it like a vise.  
  
"I think you better stop eating poor little Lara's pussy before she cums all
over you," Michael laughed. "I can't wait any longer to fuck her. He watched
as Bill got up, admiring Lara's naked body, her sex slick with Bill's saliva,
her face showing her arousal, her nipples looked like they would burst. He
kneeled on the bed next to her, "Spread your pretty legs for me Lara." He
didn't have to wait long, her legs parting, giving him an excellent view
between them and her naked sex. "Such a good girl Lara, you want to get fucked
don't you?" He moved between her legs, his cock jutting out, his heavy balls
hanging below.  
  
Lara couldn't believe how big his cock was. The head, an angry red glistened
with her saliva. How would she get something that big inside her without
tearing her, or maybe that was his intention. She felt him grab her legs at
the knees and push them out and up, her legs bowing out, her pussy spreading
out before him.  
  
"Grab your legs at the knees and pull them up. Hold them so I can fuck you,"
he commanded. She obeyed, willingly holding herself open, helping him take her
precious virginity. Her sexual arousal was at a fever pitch, unable to stop
him from doing anything to her young, tight body. She just had to cum and cum
soon. He knew from experience she would cum as soon as he tore her hymen and
plunged his cock into her unused pussy. But there would be more, he would make
her cum again, this time after he had stroked her with his cock. After her
hot, tight pussy received its first fucking. She would remember him forever,
they always remember the first time.  
  
He moved up, his cock in his hand, moving it up and down her slit, coating it
with her juices, getting it ready to plant inside her. He pushed forward,
letting it circle her clenched vagina, slowly running it around the edges
before fisting it and placing the blunt head against the opening. It looked so
small. It would have to get bigger real quick. He would not wait for her to
grow accustom to the size of his cock. He had to bury it in her quickly, he
had to fuck that tight cunt now.  
  
Lara arched her ass up from the bed when she felt the hot flesh pushed against
her vagina. God, it was so big, but she needed it so bad. She groaned when he
pushed in, the head spreading her open slowly. She looked down, his hand
gripping the shaft, her small vagina making the hard cock bend, his fist
holding it tight, pushing harder. "OOOH, sssoo biggg," she cried out as the
head slowly expanded her, her vagina stretching tightly around the massive
piece of flesh. "SSSTop, pleasse, wait," she cried when he jerked his hips
forward and the head was gripped tightly inside her, her vagina gripping it
just below the ridge, the hot flesh stretching her hymen but not tearing it.  
  
Michael thought her pussy would tear the skin off his cockhead, feeling like a
vise in a hot furnace as it clutched so tight. He leaned over her body, lying
on top of her, his mouth biting on her neck. "Can you feel me jerking inside
you Lara? I'm going to take your virginity forever. Your first fuck."  
  
His body covered hers, her hard nipples pushing into his chest as she felt a
man on top of her for the first time. She held her legs out, his hips forcing
them wider, splitting her crotch painfully. He was biting her neck, tiny love
bites that sent shivers up and down her spine. She felt his flesh inside her
moving around, jerking up and down in her pussy.  
  
He moved his face over to hers, looking at the questioning eyes, knowing what
was going to happen, but unsure of how. He let his lips touch hers, his tongue
forced between her lips seeking out and finding her tongue to dance over it.
It was time. He shoved with his hips, a powerful thrust that drove his cock
through her flimsy hymen, tearing it forever. She screamed in his mouth, his
cock pulsating inside her when he heard her. It was a sound that he loved so
much. The sound of a virgin being deflowered. He had done it often, always
exciting as much as the first time. He would never get use to it.  
  
Her hips tried to push into the mattress to escape the brutal cock that tore
through her hymen. The sharp pain shot in her groin, her scream muffled by his
mouth. Her body tried to jerk away, trying to escape, but his heavy body
pinned her to the mattress like a butterfly pinned by a collector, her legs
spread wide, defenseless as he speared her sex with his cock.  
  
Melissa saw Michael's ass push down and Lara's body try to escape, knowing
that she was no longer a virgin. She heard the muffled scream, fearing the
pain that she would have to suffer when Uncle Bill took her. Would he take her
as Michael did Lara, pinned to the bed, her legs held wide by her own hands?  
  
Michael moved his head back, seeing the scared look in her eyes as he felt the
wetness on his cock. He was sure that his cock was covered in blood, but that
did not matter. It would just make fucking her easier. "Relax baby, the hard
part is over. Now it is all pleasure. Just have to get all of my cock inside
you first." He pushed his hands under her hips, his cock beginning to slide
deeper inside her. He felt her insides clenching on his cock, not sure if she
was fighting to push it out or in.  
  
"Oh, it's too big, please wait, not yet, stretching me so wide." She had never
felt so full before. It was strange to have something so alive inside her,
feeling it twitching, her pussy grabbing it so tightly. His hands held her
naked ass in his large palms, pushing her up, his hips pushing forward, the
slow gradual insertion of his cock in her unused pussy. He pulled back on his
hips, feeling like he was dragging out her insides as the head pulled back
until it was almost out. She held her breath, knowing what would happen.  
  
It felt so good, her pussy so hot, the tight flesh grabbing his cock. He
painfully pulled it out. He saw her hesitate, holding her breath. Not wanting
to disappoint her he pushed back in, her pussy going from empty to full in
less then a second, this time over half of his cock buried inside her. He
heard her muffled groans, his hand drawing her hips up to receive his cock.
"Yeah, that feels so good Lara. I'm going to teach you how to fuck. Your pussy
was made for my cock." He buried his cock inside her, slamming into her
cervix, his body banging hard against hers, slamming into her clit as he did.  
  
"OOH, GGGod," she screamed as she came, came all over the cock buried inside
her. Her body shook and trembled, her pussy clenching and unclenching on the
thick cock inside her. She had never felt like this before, even when Michael
had masturbated her, forcing her to cum for him. This was different, more
intense. It was as if her pussy was connected to every part of her body,
sending out signals of pleasure throughout. She arched up her ass, wanting to
drive his cock in deeper as she shuddered again.  
  
Melissa looked over on the bed, Lara's body arched up, Michael's hips shoving
in and out, the slap of flesh, the faint groans of pain coming from Lara now
less and less. It looked like Michael was burying his cock inside her, Lara
taking the hard thrusts. She heard Lara cumming, cumming so loud from the cock
inside her. She knew it would be her turn soon, scared when she saw Uncle Bill
moving towards her.  
  
"I saw you watching Lara lose her virginity. My cock is so hard thinking about
doing the same thing to your delightful body." His hand reached down, moving
from the back of her legs to caress the back of her thighs, the high stretch
of her legs providing such lovely targets. His hand moved lower, feeling her
body shake as he let his hand roam over her ass, his fingers lightly touching
her pussy peeking out from between her tightly clenched legs. "And to feel
your body, the wetness from your pussy. You may protest the loss of your
virginity but your pussy wants to feel the fullness of a hard cock pulsating
inside you."  
  
"NO! I don't want to lose my virginity. Please, I don't want to lose it like
this," she cried. She saw what they did to Lara, it was not how she wanted to
lose her virginity.  
  
"Are you going to get on the bed and spread your legs for me Melissa?" Bill
questioned her. "I want you to pull back your pussy lips and show me your
virgin pussy, show me your insides."  
  
"I'll never do that. You might take my virginity, but I wouldn't help you,"
she shot back. "Never!"  
  
Bill got up and came back over to her, in his hand a black piece of plastic.
It was like a tongue depressor, but bigger. It was eight inches in length and
three inches wide. He bent it, making the two ends almost meeting, the plastic
highly flexible. He let go of one end, shooting back quickly to slap against
his palm noisily. 'I think I can make you do that Melissa."  
  
She looked at it, fear in her eyes, her body jumping, startled by the sharp
crack of the plastic as it hit his palm. "What are you going to do with that?"
she asked, even though she knew the answer. It was her flesh that would feel
the sharp pain of the plastic, she just feared where the most.  
  
"I can see it in your eyes, you already know?" Bill smiled down at her, moving
back to run the plastic down her tender thighs, "yes, such nice soft,
sensitive skin," feeling her flinch as the cruel plastic ran down her thighs,
moving over her pushed out pussy lips. "Or here, how would you like to feel it
her?" rubbing it up and down her slit, the rigid plastic having no trouble
splitting her pussy lips apart. "And don't forget here," letting it lightly
tap on her exposed anus, "so many tiny nerve endings."  
  
She braced herself, not having to wait long before she heard the slap of the
plastic on her flesh. The sharp pain followed quickly, her upper thighs
burning. "AAHH," she cried out in pain, Michael and Lara looking over at her
to see what the commotion was. Her body jerked in pain. God that hurt!  
  
Bill looked down at the spot, a bright red mark showing. He rubbed it, feeling
her flinch in pain. "Hurts don't it?" He smiled, pulling back the end of the
plastic again, moving down lower this time, a new red mark cut right below.  
  
Her body jerked around in pain as Uncle Bill beat the back of her tender
thighs before moving onto her buttocks, the plastic spanker leaving her skin
pink as it moved from top to bottom. He loved her yelps of pain, trying to
suppress her screams, not wanting Uncle Bill to truly know how much it was
hurting her. She bit her lip as she clenched her lips, tasting the blood.  
  
"Ready to spread your legs for me Melissa?" He let the plastic spanker move
lower, lightly tapping her pussy lips poking from between her tightly clenched
thighs. He loved the sound of the plastic on her wet flesh, the spanker
hitting her pushed out pussy lips.  
  
"NNNNNOOO!" she screamed when he hit her pussy. God, how could he hit her
there, it was inhuman. No girl should be hit between her legs. She didn't have
a chance to think again, the plastic spanker hitting her pussy from the top
all the way down to the bottom, the hard plastic pushing aside her clenched
thighs, parting the thick lips and striking painfully her soft, inner pussy,
the pain shooting into her brain. "NO MORE! I'll do it," she cried out in
surrender.  
  
"You'll do what?" He hit her pussy again, making sure she understood what she
was consenting to.  
  
"Stop! I'll spread my legs for you. I'll let you fuck me!" God, she couldn't
stand the pain any longer, though she was not sure which would be worse, the
pussy spanking or the loss of her virginity. But she knew that she would have
to continue suffering the pussy spanking until she relented to being fucked.
He had no intention of stopping that. And he seemed to relish spanking her
pussy, noticing the way his cock seemed to grow each time she screamed in
pain.  
  
Lara was still receiving her first fucking, her body being plummeted by
Michael as he continued to feed his cock in and out her teenage pussy, pushing
aside all resistance, the head of his cock touching parts of her body that was
previously chaste. The pain had almost gone away. It was only when his cock
would smash into the sides of her pussy when he gave her an especially brutal
fuck that she clenched her teeth in pain. Most of the time she had this
glorious feeling of being so full, his flesh pulsating inside her. Her pussy
was soaked, first from the orgasm, then continuing as his cock dragged back
and forth over her clit as it fucked her.  

Michael clenched her ass cheeks in his hands, feeling the tight, muscular
flesh beneath his hands. He would enjoy her ass next week, loving the feeling
of lying on top of her while she was face down, his cock sliding between those
silky cheeks, finding her asshole, her legs spread wide, unable to prevent his
cock from entering her virgin asshole. But for now, he was getting ready to
cum, her pussy gripping his cock so hard, almost like a hot vise clenching
onto his cock. The friction her pussy was causing was dragging the cum from
his balls, but he wanted her to cum, cum when he filled her virgin pussy with
its first load of cum. He wanted her cumming when she felt the hot fluid fill
her. He pushed up with his body, making sure his cock would drag over her clit
each time, his fingers moving between her cheeks, pulling them apart, his
fingers playing along the edge of her anus. "You're going to have to cum for
me Lara, cum with me now," he ordered her. "I'm going to fill your hot,
teenage pussy with my cum."  
  
"No, don't cum in me, please don't," she begged, but she felt his cock
continuing to fuck her. "Please, please don't make me pregnant." Her clit was
over stimulated, his fucking arousing her to a fever pitch again. She couldn't
wait any longer, knowing the feelings she felt when he made her cum when she
lost her virginity. She wanted that again. This time when he came also. She
arched up her ass when she felt his fingers around her anus, no, not there,
please, she thought. She felt his cock swell. God it was so big. She had never
felt it before, but she knew he was going to cum. Cum inside her. The thought
of it drove her over the edge. "YYYEES, God yes," her pussy beginning to spasm
on the cock inside her. She could almost feel the cum running up from his
balls, through the thick shaft. Then she felt it, the forceful shot of cum
buried deep inside her, the hot fluid filling her quickly. Again and again,
feeling like she was being flooded with his hot cum. Wouldn't he ever stop,
her body cumming with him, her juices mixing with his hot cum, her cock
sloshing around in her pussy as he continued to stroke her with his cock,
gliding on the large amount of fluids inside her pussy.  
  
He loved it when she came with him, virgins, being fucked for the first time,
forced to cum as he unleashed his torrent of cum inside her virgin pussy. Her
pussy felt like a hot furnace, clamping onto his fat cock, gripping it so
tight that he though she would scrape the skin off of it as he pulled it from
her body. It felt so good to leave his sperm deep inside her, her hot insides
bathed by his hot cum. He felt her body shudder and shake as she came, such
new feeling overwhelming her senses. Yes, she would be a good fuck. Bill would
enjoy her tight teenage pussy next. She would have to get use to servicing
anyone he told her to fuck. Her pussy was his to use or abuse. And he would do
both. He pulled up from her body, looking into her face. The special look she
had, so content and relaxed, his shrinking cock still inside her, her pussy
squeezing it, slowly slipping out until finally popping free.  
  
"Off the bed Lara, Bill wants to fuck Melissa," pulling her limp body from the
bed. They moved to the side, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down onto
her knees, his hand under her chin, lifting it up, his limp cock only inches
from her face. "Clean my cock Lara. You must always leave my cock clean after
I cum. I don't care if I fuck your asshole, it's going in your mouth next. You
must learn to service me. Now open wide," his fingers pushing into the corner
of her mouth, his cock sitting on her wet lips.  
  
No, she couldn't do that. His cock was covered in cum, his and hers. It was a
light pink, a trace of her blood on it from the loss of her virginity. She
felt her head pulled up, his cock in her face, moving closer, his cock head
placed on her lips, feeling the heat and wetness of his cock. "MMM," her mouth
forced open by his fingers, stretching her lips wide, the hot meat placed
inside her mouth. "AAGG," choking as she tasted the foul taste, a faint
metallic taste of the blood, a strong salty taste, the fluid pasty and thick.
He didn't give her a choice, pushing with his hips until his limp cock was
fully enclosed in the hot confines of her mouth. He could already feel it
begin to grow even though he had just cum. He loved their surrender, feeling
her tongue already begin to swirl around the head, lapping at the hot flesh
filling her mouth.  
  
Melissa was led to the bed, past Michael and Lara, Lara's mouth filled with
his cock, her cheeks bulging out as she tongue the cock inside. Would she have
to do the same thing? She had sucked Uncle Bill's cock already, forcing her to
swallow the thick cum. What would it taste like when it came from her pussy?
She didn't have much more time to dwell on it, feeling her body pushed down
onto the soft mattress, falling backwards as Uncle Bill towered over her,
already stripping off his clothes. She saw his cock, the cock that would
forever shred her virginity. Not what she had already hoped the night to be.
He was stroking it, making it bigger, bigger to fuck her with. She saw Michael
look over at her, his cock being sucked by Lara, knowing that he would get to
fuck Melissa next.  
  
Bill allowed his hands to move down over Melissa's body as she lay on the bed,
naked, waiting to be fucked. "Love those titties," his fingers plucking her
nipples into hardness again, pulling them from her body, stretching them from
her chest, the rubbery flesh pulling over two inches long before he released
them, her breasts heaving up and down. He looked at her tightly clenched
thighs, a peek of her pussy visible. "Now you're going to have to spread your
legs real wide for me Melissa. Can you be a good girl and do that?" He let the
plastic spanker lightly tap her stomach, letting it slap lower and lower. "You
don't want to feel this again, do you?" He almost wished she would resist, he
so enjoyed beating her tender flesh with it. He would enjoy spanking between
her legs with it, letting the plastic spanker hit her tender pussy.  
  
She let her legs part, spreading them out, watching as Uncle Bill and Michael
both stared at her pussy as her lips began to part. She felt the plastic
spanker tap her tender inner thigh, urging her to widen the gap between them,
bending her knees to bow them out. She knew that it would hurt less if her
legs were spread wide, pulling them up and out, giving Uncle Bill complete
access to her unprotected sex.  
  
"Now that's a good girl," he let her feel the spanker rub up and down her
thighs, banging against her pussy as it hit the spread of her legs, not
letting her forget the control he had over her teenage body. "Look at this
cunt Michael, it's the last time you will see it as a virgin pussy. I want you
to reach down and open up your vagina for us Melissa, show us deep inside
you," he ordered her, slapping her opened pussy, her ass arching up in pain.  
  
It hurt when he hit her pussy, but she could also feel her juices begin to
flow. It was like her breasts, they always hurt them, their fingers pinching
and prodding her nipples, but her pussy was always wet with desire when they
finished. She never fully understood it, just letting her body control her
emotions, letting these men have their way with her inexperienced body,
teaching her. She was embarrassed, but she moved her hands down until they
reached her pussy. Her fingers found her wetness, surprised that she was so
sexually aroused. Uncle Bill had beaten her with the spanker, forcing her over
to the bed, yet she was wet with desire. She didn't understand her own
emotions. She let her fingers carefully move to her vagina, feeling how small
the opening was, looking down at Uncle Bill's big cock, wondering how it was
going to fit inside her, wondering how much it would hurt when he did. She
began to peel her vagina open, feeling the cool air of the room as it slowly
opened. It began to ache, her fingers stopping the pulling, waiting for Uncle
Bill.  
  
"Make her open it more, I want to see her insides," Michael yelled at Bill.  
  
Bill did not need any further encouragement, "you heard him Melissa, open up
real wide for us." He waited until she complied, disappointed that he wouldn't
be able to use the spanker, her open pussy such a ripe target.  
  
It hurt as she spread her vagina open for them, pulling wide until she saw the
smile on Uncle Bill's face, pleased at what he saw when he looked between her
legs. "It hurts," she begged, keeping her fingers in place, seeing Uncle Bill
get on the bed and move between her wide stretched legs. He knelt between her
legs, his hips pushing them out wider, settling down near her pussy, his hand
gripping his hard cock.  
  
"Keep it spread open." He took his cock in his hand and began to move it up
and down her exposed slit, gathering up her juices, coating the head of his
cock with her crème. "Take your hands and grip my cock and place it against
your vagina. I want you to feed my cock into your virgin pussy," Uncle Bill
ordered her, feeling her soft hands slowly wrap themselves around his hard,
hot cock. He loved the feel of her hands. The way they touched him, almost
afraid, her touch so light.  
  
He was going to make her guide his cock into her virgin pussy, force her to
take her own virginity. She let her hands tentatively touch the hard cock
between her legs, at least relieved that she didn't have to spread her pussy
painfully apart with her finger any longer. It felt so big and hot, feeling
her own juices already coating the huge flesh. She moved it between her pussy
lips, pushing them aside, feeling the cock jerk when it touches her inner
pussy. She pushed it against her vagina, the cock head giant compared to the
tiny opening. She felt him push with his hips, the head of his cock slowly
spreading her open, her vagina having to stretch wider and wider in order to
accept his cock. She spread her legs wider, hoping to relieve some of the
pressure she felt, making it easier for Uncle Bill to take her virginity.  
  
"You're so hot inside Melissa, your pussy is burning my cock. I can't wait
much longer, I have to get my cock inside your tight pussy. Push up on your
ass, suck my cock into your pussy," he ordered her. He felt her opening up,
her hips rising up from the bed, feeding her pussy onto his cock, slowing
engulfing the head of his cock. "Move your hands away, it's time." He let his
body lie down on hers, feeling her naked breasts on his chest, feeling the
hard buds stabbing deep into his flesh. He moved his hands down her sides,
sliding under her ass, gripping her tight ass cheeks in his palms, clutching
them tightly.  
  
She felt him kiss her, knowing what was going to happen. Just like Lara, he
wanted to hear her scream as he took her virginity, hear her scream as his
mouth crushed hers. His tongue entered her mouth, dancing all around, under
her tongue, around her gums and teeth, bathing the inside of her mouth with
his saliva. Her body was half crushed, feeling his hands holding her tightly,
ready to fuck hard inside her and tear her hymen. "MMMM," was all she could
muster when she felt his body tighten. Then there was this searing pain
between her legs as his cock shot deep inside her virgin pussy, tearing her
hymen in one painful fuck. She cried out in pain and humiliations, losing her
virginity in such a humiliating manner, by her Uncle while others watched her
get fucked. There was a tremendous pressure in her pussy as it was suddenly
and forcefully stretched by his hard, demanding cock. He continued to punch
into her pussy in short, powerful shoves, each time burying more and more of
his cock into finally he was buried deep inside her, her groans of pain making
his cock jerk and jump inside her resisting pussy.  
  
He let his cock drag back out, his fingers touching her clit, pulling it until
it dragged along his cock, feeling her body arch up from the pain or the
pleasure, not sure which, not really caring as she seemed to love the mixture
of both of them. That was all she needed, the beating with the plastic spanker
had aroused her to such a pitch that the forceful taking of her virginity
pushing her over the edge. "Yes, cum for me Melissa, cum on my cock. Get it
nice and wet. Then I can teach you how to fuck."  
  
He did it again, making her cum against her will. Or was it really what she
craved, the humiliation, the submission. Her body was wracked with pleasure,
her skin so sensitive, her nipples almost hurting they were so hard, painful
as they dragged over Uncle Bill's hairy chest. She raised her hips up, driving
the cock deeper inside her, her pussy walls clutching onto the hard flesh,
squeezing it, massaging it.  
  
Bill felt her body begin to relax, the sexual tension released when she came.
He began to stroke her pussy, making her take his cock in full, powerful
strokes, filling her once virgin pussy with his hot meat. He heard her groan
each time he buried his cock inside her. Her pussy gripped him so tight, each
time he would have to use his strength to bury his cock inside her. He let his
fingers move up to her breasts, grabbing onto one of her nipples, his fingers
pinching it tightly, making her squeal in pain. He fucked her hard, twisting
her nipple with his fingers, feeling her jerk about on the bed, her legs still
spread wide, her sex pounded by his powerful body.  
  
It felt strange, her body filled with his hard cock, sliding in and out of her
pussy, faster and faster, his body plummeting hers. She could feel the
friction as her tight pussy grasped his cock, moving in and out, his cock head
pulling out on her pussy as it withdrew, feeling like it was dragging out her
insides. "OOOW," her nipple pulled and twisted, his fingers not gentle,
fingernails digging into the tender tips, igniting sharp pains. The pleasure
and pain was mixing again, her first fuck, taken by her Uncle, Michael still
standing over the bed, enthralled as he watched her face as she was fucked.
She knew that he would be next, she would have to service his cock before she
could leave.  
  
Bill moved his hand between their bodies, finding her clit and grabbing the
hard bud with his fingers, twisting it, driving his cock in and out of her. He
wouldn't be able to last much longer, her teenage, hot pussy already sucking
the cum from his balls, ready to shoot inside her. He pinched her clit hard,
"cum for me or I'll twist if off," he ordered her, riding her hard, his cock
pumping in and out of her pussy.  
  
She didn't need any further encouragement, ready to cum, wanting to experience
her first cum with a cock inside her pussy. She knew that he would cum,
filling her pussy with his semen, not caring, only wanting to feel her own
orgasm. She arched her ass up from the bed, smashing his hand down on her
clit, the sudden pain bringing her over the edge. "God, fuck me, cum inside
me," she cried out, no longer caring. She tightened her pussy on his cock as
she came his body crushing hers as he pumped his cock deep inside her. She
thought he was going to rip through her body, his cock bruising her insides as
he kept it buried within her body. She felt it jerk and then she felt the
unmistakable feel of her pussy being filled with his hot cum, shooting out and
bathing the walls of her pussy with his semen. It continued to sputter,
shooting out more and more cum inside her. She felt him pull out, then shove
back in hard, filling her with another load of cum when he buried it deep
inside her, mixing with her own.  
  
Bill enjoyed the feel of her pussy, the unmistakable feel of a virgin cumming
for the first time. He felt her squeeze the cum from his balls, emptying it
deep inside her, filling her pussy with his cum. God, she was such a good
fuck. A few lessons and she would be fucking like a street whore. He would
teach her how to ride his cock, making her do all the work, her tits bouncing
up and down as she sat on his rigid cock. He pulled his cock out of her pussy
and moved up to her head, his cock only inches from her mouth. "Open wide
Melissa." He pushed his fingers into her mouth before she could even react,
his slimy cock fed into the hot confines of her oral cavity.  
  
One minute she was being fucked, the next a slimy cock, covered with her blood
and cum was pushed into her mouth, filling it with the thick salty fluid,
filling it with the vile taste. She could only lay there, his hands on her
head, pulling it on and off his cock, feeling the cock begin to stir again
already. God, how could he get hard so quick. She gagged as the awful tasting
fluids mixed with her saliva, passing down into her stomach. God, what would
it be like when he sodomized her, his cock soiled by her anal tract? She knew
that he would again force it into her mouth until her tongue lathered it
clean.  
  
They were both allowed to go to the bathroom to clean up, douches supplied.
Michael and Bill wanted them fresh when they would switch, each one now
visiting the orifice of the others.  
  
Melissa learned that Lara was like herself, forced to submit to an older men
by economic circumstances, in Lara's case, the chance to break out of poverty
and get a college education, something that her parents could not afford. Like
her mother, Lara suspected that her mother also knew what she would have to do
with Michael, but the alternative was worse, tending to ignore the problem
instead of confronting it. They both quickly took showers, wanting to cleanse
their body of the cum that dripped from their pussy and ran down their thighs.
They used the douches, hurting slightly as they were inserted in their sore
pussies. Melissa looked at Lara's body, similar to hers, small breasts, large
nipples, something that Michael and Uncle Bill both had in common, their
liking for them. Melissa got a perverse pride in the way that Michael and
Uncle Bill praised and played with her breasts, especially her nipples. It
made her extremely wet when they did.  
  
"Hurry now girls, don't spend all day in there," Bill growing impatient, his
cock already returning to the hardness and girth he enjoyed before he had cum
inside her once virgin pussy.  
  
The door opened, the two naked girls returning, the embarrassment returning
quickly to their faces, turning red as they saw the hard cocks awaiting them.  
  
Michael's cock jerked when he saw Melissa's naked pussy, the puffy lips
protecting her. Her small tits bounced as she walked over towards them, her
nipples already hard. If only he could train Lara's nipples to react the same
way. Maybe all she needed was a little nipple torture to stimulate them. Some
nice nipple clamps to bite into them, maybe clover clamps to tighten as he
pulled them. He could masturbate her while under the nipple torture, forcing
her to cum while in pain. Maybe her body would begin to accept the pain as a
necessary evil to the pleasure he would extract.  
  
"It's time to learn how to fuck now girls, this time we will switch partners.
You must learn how to use your pussy to pleasure men. Forget about your own
pleasure, you must concentrate all your energy on giving pleasure to the cock
that will be inside you. If you do a good job, you will be rewarded with
pleasure, you will be masturbated until you cum. If not, you will be punished.
This will also bring us great pleasure, so the choice will be yours," Bill
explained to them, seeing the look of despair on their faces.  
  
"On the bed girls, on your hands and knees, doggy style," he ordered them,
their questioning faces exciting him. They watched the girls get into
position, climbing onto the soft mattress, their hand and knees sinking into
the bed, making their movement seem clumsy, their asses swinging to and fro,
their pussies peeking out from behind, the pink inside opening and closing.
Michael and Bill moved behind the respective girl, Michael fisting his cock
and bringing it up between Melissa's thighs, Bill doing the same behind Lara.  

"Spread your legs wider girls, show us your pussy," each slapping the inner
thigh of the girl in front of them, watching as they eagerly complied, hoping
to not relive the painful slap on their tender, inner flesh. "You're pussy
smells so fresh now, a little red from the fucking you just received, but
ready for another," Michael pleased at their response. "Head down on the bed
and arch your ass up high. Tease our cock's with your pussy," he taunted them.  
  
Melissa suffered the humiliation as she bent over in submission, offering up
her pussy and ass for their pleasure. She could only imagine how she looked,
seeing the same look of humiliation on Lara's face as they stared at each
other being prepared for a fucking. She could feel hands between her legs,
spreading apart her pussy lips, pulling them wide, feeling the cool air of the
room on her inner pussy lips. She saw Lara groan in pain and knew the same was
happening to her, Uncle Bill more brutal then Michael was. She felt fingers
run up and down her spread slit, searching out her juices.  
  
"Can you girls get wet for us, can you get your pussy to crème for us?" Uncle
Bill ordered them, wanting to further humiliate them into submission, forcing
them to get sexually aroused again, masturbating them to the peak of arousal
before entering them with their hard cocks again.  
  
Lara arched her ass up as she felt two fat fingers enter her sore pussy,
spreading her open again, her pussy walls clamping down on them as they
speared her flesh.  
  
"Yes, such a good girl, raise your ass up, higher," Uncle Bill using his other
hand to lightly slap at her pussy, "higher, raise up and open yourself for
me," another light tap to force her compliance.  
  
Michael not to be outdone by Bill forced Melissa to do the same, his slaps
harder, ringing out in the room as he slapped her tender flesh, her ass
arching up high instantly from the painful slap.  
  
It hurt when he slapped her pussy, she pushed up, her ass raised up high as
she felt her pussy filled again, this time fingers moving around inside her,
not constrained by a hymen, free to explore the depths of her inner pussy. And
explore they did, the fingers opening and closing inside her, fighting her
pussy trying to squeeze them out, feeling strange having something between her
legs alive and pulsating with blood.  
  
The only sound in the room was the sound of the masturbating fingers of
Michael and Bill as they tried to sexually arouse their teenage girls. And
they did become successful, Melissa the first to let her hips sway back and
forth on the fingers invading her body, aiding in driving them deeper inside,
clutching on them as they tried to withdraw, eagerly seeking out the pleasure
that they would bring. Lara was next, fearful at first, trying to stop her
body from betraying her but Bill was relentless, his fingers moving in and
out, the other hand reaching underneath her when she failed to respond as
Melissa did, seeking out and finding her clit, rubbing back and forth over the
hard bud. She couldn't any longer hide her arousal, her pussy soaking his
fingers as they fingered her pussy, the sound of them sloshing around inside
her giving away her secret.  
  
"I think they're ready," Michael commented to Bill when he saw Lara
responding, the looks on both of their faces showing the pleasure they were
already experiencing.  
  
"Yes, I think they will love it much better when they get a nice, fat cock
inside their teenage pussies." Bill needed no further encouragement, hefting
his cock up to her spread slit, running it up and down, feeling her body
twitch when it ran over her slightly parted vagina. He pushed the head against
the tiny opening, a dark red from the prior fucking she had received. He
grabbed her hips, pulling her up and back onto his cock. "Open up and take it
inside. I want to feel your steamy cunt wrapped around my cock." He humped his
hips forward, hearing her yelp in pain when the cockhead forced itself into
her pussy. "It'll only hurt for a minute, push back, fuck back on my cock," he
ordered her.  
  
Michael was having success with Melissa, her pussy seemed to suck his cock
deep inside, squeezing it tightly as his hips drove the large cock inside her.
It felt so good, almost as good as when he took Lara's virginity. So hot and
tight, only the second time a cock had visited her orifice. "Yes, take it deep
inside you," pushing with all his might and sinking his cock deep inside her,
hearing her gasp for air as her pussy went from empty to full, a hard,
pulsating bar of flesh deep inside her.  
  
For the next fifteen minutes the only sounds from the room were the slap of
flesh as each one tried to fuck the girl in front of them faster or harder,
the winner able to produce the loudest gasp or cry of pain. Bill was winning,
Lara still not as submissive as Melissa, still trying to fight the feeling
that her body produced. Michael eager to prove himself better, began to let
his finger run around Melissa's asshole, feeling her look back at him, an
angry look in her eyes, Michael's stern gaze back killing all thoughts she
might have that she could control what they did to her body. She hung her head
back down in shame again, bracing for the inevitable. She didn't have to wait
long, the finger slowly forced into her clenching anus, moving around inside
her rectum, circling, making her bigger, her sphincter unable to stop the
strong finger. She screamed when he punched deeper into her asshole, past the
tiny muscle protecting her asshole and sank deeper, deeper into her colon.  
  
Ten more minutes of fucking and Michael and Bill were ready, ready to cum
inside them again. There fingers became more urgent in trying to drag a cum
out of the girls, Michael screwing his finger inside Melissa's asshole, his
other hand rubbing her clit hard. The masochistic thrill she received from the
rough fingers penetrating her body and the hard fucking was all she needed to
cum. And cum she did, the first orgasm overcoming her senses, her body covered
with a sheen of sweat as her hips raced back and forth, fucking the cock
behind her. She felt Michael inside her twitch and shudder, squeezing her
pussy on the cock inside her, rewarded with the first shot of hot cum filling
her teenage pussy with his hot semen.  
  
Lara let her body go, needing to get the fucking over with, needing to cum
soon, her body raised to a fever pitch, her pussy clasping onto the flesh
inside her as it sped in and out, the head dragging along her insides,
bringing such pleasurable sensations. She needed to feel Bill shooting off
inside her, the first jet of cum shooting against her cervix, filling her body
with the hot, wet fluid. It triggered her orgasm, pushing her clit hard
against his finger as she came on the cock inside her.  
  
The two men finally pulled out of the girls, seeing their pussies still open,
cum dripping out of their holes as they cocks pulled out, running down their
thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath them. The girls were turned around,
their mouths again used to clean the cocks that fucked them, their tongues now
trained to cleanse the instruments that had only seconds ago had unleashed
torrents of cum inside their bodies.  
  
"Goodbye Michael and you too, Lara. We will see you next Friday night,
wouldn't we Melissa?" He pulled her towards him, his arm around her naked
shoulder, staring down at her naked body, not letting her dress as Lara had
done. "Next week it will be your asshole, Melissa," he whispered in her ear,
"I will train you to pleasure my cock when I sodomize you."  
  
_To Be Continued..._




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