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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, batman escort 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.

“Hey, sweetie, is everything OK?”

“Yeah, it’s cool” Stacey said in her usual, jaunty way. “Mom heard me talking and tried to open my door, but I’d put some clothes and stuff behind it so she couldn’t get it open. I just told her that Hannah from school had texted me, and I’d called her and we were talking about shopping and stuff. And she didn’t notice that my laptop was on. So — when do I get your cock in my butt again, Uncle Bob?”

Fuck! The little cock-teaser wasn’t giving in easily. “How about this weekend? Or are you going to your Dad’s?”

“If I tell Dad that I want to hang out at your place, he’ll be cool. He only really wants to be alone with his new girlfriend with the plastic titties and the expensive taste in jewelry. But, like, Friday is so far away — it’s like four whole days! My pussy and my butt-hole will have closed up by then!”

“Not if you keep filling them with plastic like you’ve been doing, you naughty girl!”

She giggled — a sound that, after last weekend, was guaranteed to make my cock start to tingle again. “Do you think I’m a naughty girl, Uncle Bob?”

“Yes, Stacey. You’re very, very naughty.” I wondered where this was going.

“If I keep being naughty, will I need to be punished?”

“It depends on yalova escort how naughty you’re going to be.” I was trying not to let this escalate again, but I was curious — and still horny.

“Oooh, let’s see. I’m sure I could be wickedly naughty. So naughty I’d have to have my butt smacked real hard. And maybe — maybe even some worse punishments. Maybe — maybe I’d have to be restrained — you know, handcuffs ‘n’ stuff. And it won’t be enough just to hurt my butt cheeks. No — I think I might need REAL punishment. Like something big and hard, forced, inch by inch into my tight butthole. And I’ll scream and squirm and struggle, but, like, I won’t be able to fight back or get away ‘cuz, like, I’ll maybe have my wrists cuffed to my ankles and my cheeks apart and my butt-hole stretched wide open, and…”

“For fuck’s sake, Stacey, please don’t get me started again! Before you know it, I’ll be jizzing all over my keyboard and your Mom will be back, wanting to know what’s going on and we’ll both be deep in the shit! Save it for Friday, and I’ll give you whatever you want!”

She smiled that saucy-but-sweet smile of hers that always melts my heart and stiffens my dick. “OK, g’night Uncle Bob. Love you soooo much!” she said in a little sing-song voice. She was almost my sweet little Stacey all over again — but not quite.

I could barely sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I got visions of Stacey’s tight little ass, full of unfeasibly big things. Like my dick — only it wasn’t really my dick, more like some sort of huge elephant dick from some black super-stud pornstar. And then there was this sick image of me and some other faceless guy giving her the classic DP, him underneath, her astride him with his dick in her little cunt, me banging away at her ass while she sang a little nonsense rhyme. Oh my God, how fucked-up was that?

Tuesday was a blur. I felt so much like an asshole, dreaming of my niece’s asshole and the sort of depraved shit I was going to do to it. I thought what a sicko I’d become. And then I got another Stacey picture on my phone. Up the skirt, again. No panties, again. But this time with the butt-plug in place. There was a text message saying ‘my very personal trainer’. It was 11:30 am. She was in school. With no panties and a butt-plug in her ass. Oh Jesus fucking fuck! What had I done to her?

Wednesday and Thursday were just as bad. Stacey demanded a picture of my cock so she could masturbate to it. And through the day and at night, there were more pictures and a movie of her playing with her pussy. By the time Friday came, I was getting pretty desperate, so when Stacey arrived in her pink, soft-top Beetle, I was almost in pain.

She walked up to the house in the classic ‘fetish schoolgirl’ outfit; you know, the tartan micro-skirt, white blouse, loose tie, knee-high socks, her hair in pigtails, and looking shy and pouty. I was just hoping that my neighbors weren’t watching, else they would get a pretty good idea of what Stacey and I were doing. Stacey gave me a shy little kiss, handed me an envelope, and without a word, headed straight upstairs.

I was surprised. I mean, what the fuck? She was sending me all of these weird, sexy messages all week, and now she was behaving, well, very strangely. I watched her run upstairs with her bag still over her shoulder, then looked down at the envelope. On it was printed “School report — to be opened by a parent or responsible adult.” I didn’t know if that would include me; shit, in what way for fuck’s sake am I responsible? But I guessed Stacey meant it for me, so I tore it open.

Inside was something that looked like a school report. But now I saw what my little slut-princess was doing. Every one of the entries said how she had been a bad girl, and needed to be punished. Now my little Stacey is an ‘A’ student, and I knew that she couldn’t have changed into some sort of trailer-trash loser in a week — even if she was currently dressed like something out of a Britney Spears video. The more I read, the more I realized that she had faked the report. Lines like “Stacey has become a little slut recently and needs her ass spanking real bad if her behavior is to improve” didn’t seem like the kind of thing a teacher would say. Further down, another line read “Stacey has such a foul mouth on her, next time she opens it, someone should stick something in it. A dick should be about the right size.”

OK, so I got the picture. This was going to be a role-play. Stacey wanted to play naughty schoolgirls with me, and try out some spanking and submission games. Trouble was, I never once raised a hand to my little angel. She had to tease and goad me all the way before I could fuck her, and I just didn’t think I could bring myself to spank the girl or hurt her in any way. How was this gonna work?

But I guessed that Stacey wanted me to follow her upstairs, so I did. I found her in my bedroom, kneeling on the bed, face pressed into the mattress, arms stretched out above her head, skirt up around her waist. ordu escort And no panties. And a black butt-plug in her ass. And a spanking paddle alongside her on the bed.

Without looking up, she said in a meek little voice “Oh, Uncle Bob. I’m so sorry I’ve been such a bad girl. I know I’ve been naughty, and I’m ready to get punished. Just — just don’t hurt me too much — please!”

Under other circumstances, my reaction would have been to take her in my arms, hold her close, stroke her hair and tell her it was all OK and no-one was going to hurt her while I was alive. Only that wasn’t what she wanted now. On no. I knew exactly what she wanted, and my swollen, erect dick was telling me I needed to do it, because then we’d both get what we both wanted. Oh yes.

The problem was, I had to hurt Stacey to make us both feel good. But it was all part of a role-play, so I needed to suppress my real emotions — love and protectiveness — and let loose the other ones — pretend anger and some (very real) lust.

“Look, you little slut”, I said as forcefully as I could. “Your teachers say you need to be punished, so I need to teach you a lesson. You know this is gonna hurt me as much as it hurts you, but I need to show you that such bad behavior will not be tolerated.”

And with that, I slapped her ass. It was a pretty feeble slap. I just couldn’t make myself hit her hard.

“Oooh, Uncle Bob. I don’t think that’s what Mr Grazinski meant when he said to smack my butt. He said he thought you were a bit, like, limp-dicked and couldn’t hit me hard enough.”

The next blow was harder — a loud ‘thwack’ that both of us could feel. Stacey cried out, and was even louder when I did it again, a little harder still. After a dozen smacks, she was whimpering, her ass-cheeks were getting red, and my hand was beginning to hurt.

I stopped slapping, and ran my hand over her tight, red little ass cheeks. She made a little cry. My fingers brushed across her slit, and I found that she was soaked. Clearly she was getting off on the game, and even on the pain.

“So, have you had enough now, Stacey? Have you learned your lesson? Or do I need to use the paddle?”

“I — I’m not sure….”

I grabbed the paddle and gave her two firm smacks, one on each cheek. She squealed.

“Whoa! Please, Uncle Bob. I’ll do anything — anything — but please don’t hit me again. It hurts so much!”

She turned her face to me, and I could see long mascara streaks down her cheeks. I’d made her cry, and I suddenly felt like a total asshole. But when I saw her expression, I realized that she was horny as Hell.

“Pur-lease, Uncle Bob — could you take the butt-plug out. My little asshole is so stretched, I don’t think I can take any more….”

I reached down and grasped the base of the plug, but instead of putting my other hand on her stinging ass-cheeks for purchase, I slipped it between her legs, slipping my thumb into her tight little cunt and my fingers onto her clit. The plug came out in one smooth movement, slick with lube. She squealed again, but this time, not in pain.

I knew an invitation when I heard it. Within five seconds, the plug and my pants were both on the floor, and Stacey squealed again as my cock pressed hard against, and then into her tight little hole. No messing with condoms this time. The plug had come out clean, so I guessed I could enjoy the natural silk of Stacey’s tight tunnel without too many worries.

“No! No! Uncle Bob, what are you doing?” she sobbed, as I drove deeper with every thrust. I’d moved my hand around to cup and stroke her pussy from in front, rubbing her clit harder as my passion mounted.

“Ohmygod! Your cock is in my ass! Oh — I know I’ve been a bad girl, but — but — but it’s so big, so deep in my — in my — in AAAAAH!”

I felt the first spasm like a fist, squeezing hard on my dick, almost trying to crush it. Then as spasm after spasm wracked her sweet, pink tunnel, and I thrust again and again through the waves and ripples of her climaxing ass, my cock exploded inside her. Stacey was squealing and moaning, I was roaring and yelling obscenities, and both of us were coming with the power of a Saturn V.

When my consciousness had climbed back off the ceiling and returned to my body, I could barely stand. Slowly, gingerly, I withdrew my over-sensitized cock from her oh-so-tight ass, triggering aftershocks in both of us. A dribble of jizz followed my retreating member, trickling down her thighs, and she slumped forward onto the bed, panting loudly. I grabbed a handful of tissues and collapsed onto the bed beside her, wrapping her tightly in my arms.

“Oh, Uncle Bob! That was so awesome! It hurt real bad, especially when you used the paddle on me, but at the same time it was sooo sexy! It felt, like, wicked and wrong and naughty and so, so good!” She kissed me passionately, and snuggled deep into my embrace.

Me, I was just too stunned to speak. I slipped a couple of tissues between her ass cheeks to catch the leak, and she winced. “Oooh that smarts!” she said, but then kissed me again. I just held her tight, tenderly stroking her hair, feeling the tears from her cheeks on my shoulder, looking down into her wildly-glowing eyes that told me we’d moved our sexual bliss up another notch.

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