Hi, Uncle Bob fans -- and apologies that it has, totally taken me so long to write, like, the further adventures of the awesome Stacey and her lame Uncle Bob. (Sorry -- I'll drop the Stacey-speak now). I had some time on my hands in 2009, so 3 chapters got written. 2010 got busy, so here at last, for the new year, is Chapter 4. You'll be pleased to hear that the AWESOME Chapter 5 and the intriguing Chapter 6 are not far behind. I hope you enjoy these as much as 1-3. Again, feedback PUR-LEASE, especially anywhere I've failed to make the language sound genuine.
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The days after my wild weekend with Stacey were torment. I mean, I'd just had the most amazing sex of my whole sorry existence with a girl who, until quite recently, I'd thought of as a cute and adorable kid. Well, that is -- mostly. Yeah, it's true that for about a year or so I had begun to notice Stacey's pert little ass in her oh-so-cheeky little shorts and skirts. And those long, smooth, slender legs hadn't completely escaped my attention. And the sweet little teeny tits covered -- almost -- by a bikini bra on my pool deck. But until that weekend, I really only considered that Stacey's sweet hugs and kisses were just for her loving uncle -- not an invitation to become her fuck-buddy.
But that's what I'd become. And on Monday morning I woke up and turned yearningly to where her skinny, sexy little body had lain on Sunday evening, and got a serious boner before I fully realized she was not there to relieve it.
On Sunday evening she'd insisted we fucked once more before she went back to her mom's place. This time we did it really slowly, gazing into each other's eyes, moving through maybe five positions before she came, riding me in cowgirl while I stroked her clit. It was as well that my cock was de-sensitized and my balls ached, as it would have been almost impossible to pull out in time. Instead, she slid down my body and sucked me off once again, giving me a deep-throat blowjob that no-one her age should know how to do. But my God, when I finally emptied my last drops of seed down her throat, despite the almost agonizing cramps in my scrotum, I blessed whoever it was that taught her those tricks -- even if he was an asshole for getting deep-throated by my slut-angel.
So on Monday morning, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, made some coffee and checked my emails. In among them was one from Stacey, entitled 'thinking of u'. I opened it, and found an attached jpeg image, showing the little minx with her legs spread, a dildo in her ass and a vibrator on her clit. The picture had been taken at around 7am, just before she left for school. Jesus, that girl must have a Kevlar cunt! After all the times we'd fucked in the last 24 hours, my cock felt sore, but Stacey was still up for more.
For the next two days, I kept getting emails and texts from her. One with a picture of her cleaning her teeth, toothpaste dribbling down her chin, entitled 'remind u of anything?' A text message with a little poem that read "All I can think of, here in my class, is uncle bobs cock, balls deep in my ass." Several times during the day she sent me pictures from her phone, taken up her skirt, panties pulled to one side or removed completely. Her pussy looked wet and glistening. My cock was rigid and throbbing. The problem was that we couldn't bring them together.
That night, around 11pm, I got a Skype call from her. "Hi Uncle Bob", she said softly. "Mom thinks I've gone to bed, but I can't sleep. I still feel soooo horny! It's been, like, unbearable all day! All I can think about is your cock and your lips and your fingers. My panties were soaked before lunchtime and I had to take them off. Jason Masters sure got a surprise when he looked up my skirt as I went upstairs to my last class this afternoon!"
The thought of Stacey wandering round in a short skirt and no panties was almost too much for me.
"Uncle Bob?" She was talking almost in a whisper. "I've, like, got this plug in my butt and a vibrator in my pussy and on my clit, and it all feels so good. But what I really need to make me cum is to see your cock. Could you, like, show it to me, like close up in the webcam? And maybe -- maybe, please -- just, like, jerk off a little for me?"
This was insane, but what the fuck could I do? "You -- you've got those toys in you -- right now?" I almost gasped.
"Sure. See..." She stood up, and untied the sash of the little silk happi-coat she was wearing -- one she'd worn at my place at the weekend. As the garment fell away, leaving her naked, she turned round and bent over. Sure enough, the end of a butt-plug protruded from her sweet pink ring, while a rabbit vibrator -- quite a large one if I wasn't mistaken -- was clearly embedded in her sweet, wet little cunt, churning around. The lighting was subdued, but I could tell by her glistening skin and the gleam on the shaft of the rabbit that she was very, very wet.
"OK, Uncle Bob," she said, turning back to the camera and sitting down in her chair, legs spread, "I've shown you mine. Now please, show me yours. Quickly, cuz I need to cum soooo bad!" She adjusted the camera to focus between her legs. It was an amazing sight.
I unzipped my pants and pulled them down. I needed no encouragement -- I was rock hard, and this was some of the best porn I'd seen in a while. A sweet little teeny snatch, shaved smooth and wet as Seattle, stuffed deep with a thick, twirling rabbit vibrator, the girl double penetrated with a butt-plug -- and the show was all for me. I stood up in front of the camera, checked the angle, and began to stroke.
"Oh yes, Uncle Bob! Oooh, it's so hard and thick. Can you imagine it sliding in and out of my tight little pussy? Maybe you'd shove it deep in there, and I'm sooo tight and sooo wet, and, like, I'd be squealing cuz it's so big, and it's like stretching me cuz I'm so little, and you're shovin' it in harder and harder, and then -- and then -- maybe -- you pull it out and -- and -- stick it -- straight in my butt -- and I, like scream, cuz it's big and my butthole -- my little -- butthole -- is like -- so -- so tiny -- and -- and you shove it -- all the way -- all the way IN! Ohmygod! And it feels like -- like you're -- you're - tearing my little butt -- wide -- wide open -- and it hurts -- and it feels -- so good -- so -- so good -- and your -- your dick is so deep in my butt -- so deep -- so -- so hard -- and I'm -- ohmygod -- ohmygod -- OHMYGOD!"
I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. There was a close-up of Stacey's pussy lips and ass, in simultaneous spasm. I could see both holes rippling, tightening and relaxing, again and again and again. And there was a little squirt of juices; not a great, Cytherea-style fountain, but definitely a little spurt of fluid. And I could hear this sound like muted sobbing.
A second later, another spurt of fluid hit the screen at my end of the link. Only this was off-white, and rather sticky. I quickly turned away and the next burst splashed on my desk -- thank Christ I'd missed the keyboard! I grabbed a handful of tissues, and stood still in the middle of a hurricane as my remaining spurts were absorbed, and my darling's pussy continued to undulate in front of my eyes. After the last spasm, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a cloth, returning rapidly to clean up the gooey mess before it damaged anything important. Stacey moved the angle of the camera, and I saw that her face looked beautifully flushed, her eyes shining.
"Oh thank you, Uncle Bob! I saw you cumming, just as I was cumming. It was so cool!" she gasped, breathlessly. "Hey, look at this!"
She held up her forearm to the camera. There was a bite-mark that was bleeding.
"Stacey, baby! Are you OK?" I was full of concern.
"Sure, Uncle Bob. Only I had to stop myself from screaming when I came, else Mom would have heard. You made a lot noise when you came, you know. Hope you shut the windows!" She giggled. "Hey, now I think I can get to sleep. Do you think I should leave the butt-plug in all night?"
"No, baby. I think you should take it out and wait until you're ready for my cock to go in there again." Jesus -- did I really say that?
"OOH YES, PLEASE! How soon will that be, Uncle Bob? Only I get all tingly just thinking about your dick in my butt!"
Before I could reply, there was a noise from behind Stacey, and she spun round in panic. I instinctively broke the connection. If Dolores opened Stacey's bedroom door and saw a picture of good old Uncle Bob with his dick out, then the pile of shit that would happen would be bigger than a banker's bonus.
A few minutes later, my cell phone rang.
