Gender: Male Age: 25 Location: Canada
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Beginning of the End? Or End of the Beginning?
John's hands danced across the keyboard, words flashing and fading as the page on his computer screen flipped by as he kept up his dizzying pace. He didn't even know exactly what he was writing. He didn't take the time to read it. He had been struggling with the worst writers block for so long that he didn't care, as long as the pages got filled. His professor in University had told his class that the best writing comes from when you don't focus on what you are putting down in pen, but when you are totally open to your ideas and let them flow out naturally.
The mood to write struck him in the early hours of the morning; four to be exact. He had been woken from a deep, sex induced sleep, the worlds fluttering through his mind like a million butterflies. He may not have written a single word in almost six months, but he still knew he couldn't pass up a chance like this. Trying not to disturb his sister Joanna and his niece Lauren, who lay in his bed buck naked, he slipped out of the room and down the hall to his office, where he didn't even take the time to turn on a light before diving into his zombie like writing state.
The rest of the world had been dead to him. He had been vaguely aware that, around nine in the morning, the sun had been up for a while and someone had come into his office. He had muttered his way through a conversation with whomever it was disturbing him, and sighed when they left a moment later. Time had no meaning to him in his world right now. It could have been ten minutes, or ten hours, when someone came back into the room without a word. He blocked their presence out of his mind and stared at his computer, mesmerized by the words that flew by in rapid succession. Again the person left a few moments after they had come in, and he was half aware that the front door had opened, then closed and the house around him went quiet.
His hands were beyond cramping, in fact that had happened an eternity ago and he had pushed through it. Now he couldn't feel them. The only way he knew he hadn't worn through his fingers to the bone was the dull tapping on the keyboard that banged at his ears like small explosions. His eyes itched and he realized he hadn't blinked in some time by how dry they felt. He could feel the pressure in his bladder, begging for release, and the hollow gnawing in his stomach as his body screamed at him to feed it. In the back of his dead mind he knew he had to take a break, but he feared if he stopped he would lose this almost zen like mentality and be crushed by the block again. He didn't have much choice though.
Smashing his hands down on his cedar desk he pushed himself away from his computer roughly, almost tipping his chair over backwards. His eyes focused on the room around him and he noticed that the sun was already starting to sink beyond the horizon, casting a mellow shadow into his office. The same tray he had used to carry Lauren's breakfast into his room a while ago lay on top of a chair, a hard sandwich with pickles on the side, and a glass of juice were on it. Someone must have placed it there the second time his door opened earlier. If it hadn't been sitting out for so long, he would have eaten it. To be honest he was half tempted to eat it as it was now, his stomach still grumbling.
He left his office and relieved his bladder in the bathroom before heading down into the kitchen to find something to eat. He found a pink stick-it note attached to the fridge telling him that the girls had made him steak and potatoes for dinner. It was in the microwave and all he had to do was turn it on for two minutes to heat it up again. Smiling he turned the device on and pulled himself out a beer. Sensation had returned to his fingers and they stung a little. He was hoping a good dose of alcohol would cure that.
With his dinner heated nicely he retreated into the living room, preferring to listen to some classical music with his meal instead of watching television. He found Beethoven helped his mind focus on his work, where as the television did the opposite, pretty much melting his over worked mind. He did, however, glance at the unpowered television and found yet another note waiting for him there. Sighing that he had to put off eating for at least another few seconds, he got up and grabbed it.
Took the girls to my place for the day to give you some time to write in peace. I don't want to bring them back until I know for sure you are done, it would be a shame to stop you while you were on such a roll. So when you are done, swing by for a drink and get them if you want. If you rathered they stay here for the night to give you more time that's fine too. We're all getting along. Anyways, we all miss you.
Love, Joanna and the girls.
His sister had been the one to encourage him to go to University to become a writer when they were growing up. His parents had wanted him to become an accountant because he had such good grades in math, but he hated that subject. The only reason he studied so hard is because he didn't want to end up like his sister. She had to repeat Math 9 twice before she finally moved on.
It felt good knowing she still had his back when it came to writing. As much as he loved spending time with the girls that had taken over his house recently, it was a nice change of pace to have some alone time. For the last week and a half or so, he had even been sharing his bed with his seventeen year old niece, Lauren. He didn't know if he could standing being without her for the night, even if it was only for one night. So, eating his large steak and potatoes in record time, he forgo the beer and rushed out the door and into his SUV, heading down the road to his sisters small house near the edge of town; at a much faster speed then the local police would have liked. Too bad for them, he thought twisted, shifting gears and stepping on the gas a little harder.
John made the forty-five minute drive in half that time. He knew wanting to see Lauren again was part of the reason why he was driving like OJ Simpson in his white Bronco, but there was another side. He was excited. To be writing again felt great. His mind felt clearer, more organized. One of the hardest things for him to do was calm his mind down, and writing had provided him with a way to do it. He had missed it.
He pulled into the gravel driveway and turned off his vehicle, noticing all the lights were on inside Jo's house, leaving square shaped patches of light on the lawn where it escaped through the windows. The gravel crunched under his shoes as he walked to the door and the forest was full of sound from the crickets rubbing their legs together. He held his hand up to knock on the door, but chuckled to himself and just let himself in.
Joanna's house was small compared to the one he lived him, roughly a third of the size and with only one floor. The front entrance led right into the small living room, where John found his daughter Amy, and her two friends Sam and Jillian huddled around the small television up against the wall. As soon as the door had closed and Amy saw who had entered she beamed and ran at him, launching into his arms and planting a hard kiss on his lips.
'Daddy!' she exclaimed with glee, 'I missed you!'
'I missed you too baby,” he replied with a smile, putting her back on her feet. The other girls came over and gave him a tight hug, repeating what Amy had just said. He gave each of them a kiss and then made his way into the kitchen, his daughter following right behind him.
'Ah there you are,' Joanna said from the table in the centre of the room where she sat with her daughter, 'Managed to pull yourself away from the computer I see.'
John laughed and pulled himself up a chair, sitting down. It had been a while since he had been here, and he missed the smell. Surrounded by the smell of hardcore cleaning products all day at work, Joanna did the best she could to make her own place smell like a garden. He missed that smell.
'You get a lot done?' Lauren asked, grabbing hold of his hand and looking into this eyes with a smile.
'Honestly? I have no idea. I don't even know what I was writing, or if it can even be put in the stores.'
'Well you were writing, and that's all that matters right?' Joanna said, getting up and grabbing a bottle of Scotch from the cupboard, along with two glasses, and set them on the table between her and John. 'Let's have a drink to this momentous occasion.'
John knew she was poking fun at him, but she was sincere, so he grabbed a glass and let her pour a small amount of liquid into it. Looking at the bottle he realized he had seen this Scotch somewhere before. It was the bottle their father had bought when she had been born. She was supposed to keep it until she got married, or one of her future kids got married.
'Jo, we can't drink this! Do you know how old this stuff is? It should be saved for a bigger moment in your life.'
'Keep your pants on John. It's my bottle and I will do with it what I want. Besides, it's not like this hasn't been a big day!' she said, reminding him of their encounter that had been orchestrated beautifully by Lauren. It had been a good day.
Smiling he lifted the glass to his lips and took a small sip. He relished the burn as it slid down his throat and into his stomach, warming from the inside out. His father had always told him that a man drinks the hard liquor because the burn told him he was still alive. He also liked to think that it told him he wasn't dreaming either.
'Can I have a sip daddy?' Amy asked from his side, leaning on the table. John looked up at the gorgeous creature and marvelled at how luck he had been to take her virginity. Her long flowing golden hair, deep green eyes, and the face of an angel. He knew better to think of her as an angel now though. He had seen her naughty side and found that he loved it.
'I dunno sweety. It's pretty strong,' he warned. The small girl shrugged and grabbed for the glass with confidence. He felt it slip from his still fingers and watched her lift it to her mouth, and in a rookie mistake, took more then he had even dared. Her cute face twisted in disgust as it hit her tongue and splashed down her throat, her eyes starting to tear. John couldn't help but laugh. Like a soldier though, she managed to swallow it all before rushing to the sink and pouring water directly into her mouth.
'Can't say that he didn't warn you Amy,' Lauren laughed, going over to the thirteen year old to help her out by holding her hair back.
While the two girls poured various juices into a glass to get the taste out of Amy's mouth, John and Joanna talked quietly over some nice aged Scotch. 'So you don't even know what you wrote?' she asked.
'Not a clue. I'm okay with that for now. As long as I can keep the words flowing I am a happy camper.'
'So you want me to keep the girls here for the night?'
'I wouldn't mind. It's been a while since I've no one but myself to worry about. Where would they stay though? You only have two bedrooms.'
'The girls can stay with Lauren in her room. It'll be a little cramped but I'm sure they will make do. They've been telling me some pretty interesting stories.'
'What have they been up to now?' he asked, knowing that these girls were anything but innocent now.
'Let's just say they wouldn't mind sleeping in the same bed,' she giggled. Over the last twenty four hours Joanna had gone through a massive change. When she had found out that he was fucking her daughter and three thirteen year old girls, she was ready to tear is limbs off. Over the course of a few hours she went from being mad, to showing up in his room in the middle of the night with her daughter and making love to him. Never in a million of years would he have thought something as wild as this could happen; much less to him.
'You're not taking us home daddy?' Amy asked, finished with her frantic endeavours.
'Sorry baby, no. I have a lot of writing to do, and I might as well do it when I have the chance. You going to be okay here with your friends?'
'Yeah, I guess so,' she pouted, staring at her feet, 'As long as you promise it's only for one night.'
'Okay,' he promised and pulled his little girl into a strong hug, feeling her tiny body melt into him. Since they had sex, Amy and John had become much closer and he could really feel how much she loved him.
They all sat and talked for an hour before John realized what time it was. If he didn't leave soon, he wasn't sure if he was ever going to leave. He got up from the table, told his daughter he loved her and gave her a big wet kiss before going into the living room where the other girls sat, watching some movie on the television. The hugged him goodbye, sad that he wasn't bring them with him, then went back to their movie.
John headed outside and started his vehicle, rolling the windows down to the let the night air move through the front seat. The passenger door opened and before he could say anything, Lauren sat down and closed it behind her.
'What do you think you're doing?' he exclaimed. He was a little surprised that she would go against his wishes and come back to the house, but was more happy about having her there with him to really fight her on it.
'You didn't really think I was going to just stay behind like the girls did you? Now drive baby!'
When they arrived at the house, John had been expecting them to head right up to the bedroom so he could get a crack at that tight little teen ass of Lauren's, like she had promised him the night before. He quickly found he had assumed wrong. She dragged him into his office under false pretence’s and ordered him to write. That's right, she didn't ask, she told him. So there he sat, in the dark in front of his computer writing while feeling extremely frustrated.
Lauren came up an hour after leaving him there with a hot cup of coffee so he could have a little break and the two of them could just be together. She sat on his lap and peered at the screen, reading the small amount he had written.
'Uncle John! You've written next to nothing!' she accused, grinding her ass on his pelvis to convey her annoyance.
'I couldn't concentrate sweety,' he sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. Looking at the computer screen for so long had given him a headache.
'Why not?' the girl asked, getting off his lap and coming to her knee's beside his chair. John took her hair in his hand and stroked it, remember how his wife had loved her hair being played with. It felt silky between his fingers and smelled of Jasmine, the smell of her shampoo.
'The promise you made me last night,' he said softly, too afraid that she had changed her mind. When he had laid eyes on her again at her mothers place, it was all he could think of. John's one big fetish throughout life had been fucking a girl in the ass. So far no one he had been with would let him go near that area.
'I have to admit, I've been thinking of it a lot too,' she said, her face turning red, overcoming her tan, 'It's so... what's the word?'
'Taboo,' he answered. Damn, this might actually be the night it happened. She seemed genuinely interested in it.
'Yeah, taboo. My friend Jamie did it once. She said it hurt though.'
'Yeah, it can hurt. If it's not done right,' he explained what little he actually knew about it, 'It's pretty much guaranteed that it's going to hurt the first time, probably a lot. I've heard some girls get to like it, after doing it a few times.'
'Yeah I figured that out too. Jamie only let a guy do it to her once, but she didn't like how he didn't listen to her when she told him to slow down. Apparently she does it to herself whenever she's in the mood though, with a small toy. She said she has to loosen her ass out before she lets another guy near it again.'
'This is your decision in the end Lauren, but I think you should know that it's been a dream of mine for a long time to do this. If you want to take the time to do what your friend is doing, I won't complain,' he sighed.
'I've been trying to figure out how I wanted to go around this,' she explained, turning his chair so he was facing her, 'and the truth is, I made you a promise last night. You gave my mom a really good experience, and as you can see, she's being less of a bitch. So I owe you. And considering you've take the others virginity, I think it's only fair you take the only one I have left as well.'
Before John could reply, Lauren undid his pants and pulled the zipper down to reveal his plaid boxers underneath. Fearing that he wouldn't get to actually fuck her ass, his cock hadn't realized until her finger nails brushed over it that he was in for some fun. She pulled the quickly hardening cock out and looked at it as only someone as young as her could. Her eyes lit up and widened and she licked her lips in excitement, all the while blushing from head to toe.
Before he was fully erect, she opened her mouth wide and took his head into it, licking the tip with her tongue. A shiver ran down his spine and his hips bucked out a little, thrusting another good two inches of his eight inch cock into her mouth. Like the adept lover she was quickly becoming she easily took and and wrapped her lips around him tighter. Slowly, bit by bit, she thrust him deep into her throat until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Just as it was starting to feel good, she pulled him out of her mouth and gagged a little, pulling a small pube off her tongue.
'Make you another deal,' she said, a sour look on her face, 'I promise to go down on you more if you shave all that off. I hate hair in my mouth.'
'Deal,' he replied. Most times he would be a little hurt when his blow job ended so quickly, but knowing that he was about to get something much better it didn't phase in one bit.
'I'd rather get right to the hard part, so you mind if we just skip my pussy for tonight?' she asked and he smiled widely. Even better.
'Of course baby. We can take care of that tomorrow if you want.'
Lauren stood up and stripped her clothes off quickly, revealing she wasn't wearing a shred of underwear. She walked around to the other side of his desk and moved a few loose pieces of paper off to the side, leaving just enough room for her to place her chest on, supporting her body with her ass up in the air. John stood up and pulled off his clothes quickly, then took his place behind his young niece. Looking down he saw his target, the small puckered opening that was sealed up and so inviting. Spitting on his hand he rubbed it over her ass and she twitched under him a little. Spitting on his hand again he rubbed it all over his cock, paying special attention to the head.
'Ready whenever you are,' she said, reaching around with her hands and spreading her tight ass cheeks apart. Fuck did he love this sight. The curve of her ass, the sight of her gorgeous camel toe pussy, and the smaller, brown asshole over it made him ooze a little precum from the tip of his cock.
'Just relax baby,' he instructed and grabbed his cock in his hand after wiping off the rest of his spit onto her hole. He lined it up with her puckered little opening and pushed in just a fraction, letting her know he was there. After a second of him taking in this mental image, filing it under 'keep forever', he grabbed the girl by the waist and pushed in with some force.
At first, the tight flesh didn't give way to his pressure. He could feel her cringe from pain underneath him and felt bad for her, but only a little. He pushed harder, using his own hands to help his niece spread her ass cheeks. After what seemed like an eternity, and with a sharp hiss of pain, the head of his cock popped past her sphincter and into her anal cavity. He had thought Sam's pussy had been the tightest hole he had ever fucked before, but she had nothing on Lauren's ass. It sucked in around him and he could feel the strong muscles both pushing and pulling on him at the same time. Lauren seemed to be all right, for the most part. She was drenched in sweat all ready and her legs shook a little from the intrusion.
'You okay?' he asked her, concerned a little, but not enough to pull out. She nodded her head slightly, deep in concentration. Taking that as a good sign, he said 'I'm going to get all the way in and then stop to let you get used to it.'
He grabbed his cock again, letting go of the girls ass cheeks, and with strength, plowed into her, splitting her ass wide open around him. He could feel every bump, twitch, even breath and heart beat on his cock as he went. It was unbelievable. When his balls slapped up against her soaking wet pussy he stopped, placing his hands on her hips again. She trembled, obviously in a lot of pain, but she didn't say a word or let any sound out. She trembled all over and for a split second, he considered pulling it out and just calling it a night. She had promised him though. He knew she wanted to do this, that she knew it would take work before it felt good. So he kept himself buried deep in her intestine, her tight sphincter squeezing the thickest part of his cock like a vice.
Five minutes passed and neither of them moved or spoke. John was the type of man who needed constant stimulation on his cock to maintain an erection, but it seemed with his cock buried in this tight teen ass, and the sight of her small sphincter stretched wide around him, he was still as hard as he had been when he started.
'I think I'm ready,' the blonde panted, her hair soaked with sweat. John didn't argue. All that mattered to him right now was getting through this as fast as he could and cum before she was in too much pain to continue. He pulled himself out to the tip and plunged back in slowly. The rippling muscles over his rock hard cock caused him to moan a little. He did it again, this time pulling his cock all the way out before plunging back in just a little harder. He moaned again.
As if spurred on by his moaning, Lauren started to wiggle her ass in small circles, adding a whole new layer of tightness to her already taut asshole. With each gyration and thrust, he could feel her muscles pull him back in and milk his cock. His eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head, John quickened his pace, making the girl moan louder with pain. He could feel her shivering body on his cock and it only turned him on more. With each gasp that escaped her throat he went faster, and faster, until he was fucking that tight little seventeen year old girl like he would if his cock had been in her wet pussy.
He felt the tightening in his balls and his toes started to curl. He was close to cumming. Ravaging Lauren's ass he started to breath heavily, gripping her hips hard and making the girl start to scream out as she struggled to hold on until her uncle came. Her ass started to loosen up and his pounding got easier. My god did this feel amazing, he thought, sweat trickling down his own back now with the workout he was getting. The tingling surged from his balls and travelled up to his cock as he started to cum.
'Fuck I'm cumming!” he yelled out, thrusting deep into her once more and unleashing a huge load inside her guts. As soon as the young girl felt the unmistakable hot splash on her flesh she bucked her ass back and threw him off. She flipped around and kneeling in front of him, got a thick load on her large tits. She shoved her mouth of his spasming cock, sucking it deep into her throat and swallowing his cum, load after load coating her mouth. For the second time he came for longer then he ever thought he could, literally giving his niece more cum then she could swallow. It pooled at her closed lips and dripped out of her mouth, most hitting her tits. Finally the intense sensation went away and he felt his knee's go weak. He fell to his ass hard on the hardwood floor, pushing the air out of his chest.
Lauren wiped the cum from her lips with a finger and then sucked it off, swallowing it. Satisfied she had no more on her mouth she sat down next to John as he pushed himself back up into a sitting position. The girl gave him a deep, wet kiss and then smiled at him. He wasn't fooled though, he could still see the pain on her face.
'I'm sorry it hurt you baby,' he said softly, putting an arm around her naked body.
'We both knew it would. It didn't hurt as much at the end. And it kinda felt good when I tried to force the pain out.'
'You think this will be the last time you do this?' he asked, almost dreading the answer she might give.
'Things always get better with more practice,' she grinned, giving him a playful nudge, 'But next time, I think I want to use one of those toys still stashed in your closet to loosen it up first.'
'I'd wondered what you'd done with those. They might have come in handy earlier,' he said, remembering all the great times with Sam, Jillian, Amy, and her. This thought made him a little sad though. Jillian's parents had called him yesterday saying they would be ready to pick her up in on the weekend. Sam had talked to her mother and found that she too would be picked up soon, the day after Jillian in fact. Soon the house would be nearly empty and John would realize just how much he missed Amy's friends being around.
'You wanna get some sleep?' his niece asked, a sweet smile on her face now. John couldn't help but smile back at her beautiful face, and together, hand in hand, they went into the bedroom.
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