Chapter 15 - SPREADING
(Mg, oral, exhib, voy)
Bunny's plans for the weekend take an unexpected twist...
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At lunch on Friday, Mary Lou and I made plans for the weekend. I was already committed to a sleepover that night at Wendy's and I told Mary Lou that Wendy was going to ask her if she wanted to come too. As I saw it, the trouble was with Janie. Janie was going and Janie didn't like Mary Lou, or at least she never acted like she liked her, and Mary Lou wasn't particularly fond of Janie. But as it turns out, that wasn't the real issue. Mr. Mack, Mary Lou's father, was having a party of some sort Friday night and Mary Lou was to help him, serving snacks and such, so she couldn't go.
So we made plans for Saturday night. I was all for another sleepover at her house, but there was a problem with that; namely that my mama would insist on reciprocating by having Mary Lou sleepover at my house that night. On a fun scale from 1 to 10, a sleepover at my house rated about a 5, a sleepover at her house rated a 10. She then told me that Pete wouldn't be there as he was going on a camping trip or something with his buddy Kenny. That news dampened my enthusiasm considerably, and that ruffled Mary Lou's feathers.
"What? You just want to come over so Pete will do you?" she accused. "I thought you were my friend, not Pete's girlfriend!"
I thought she was just kidding. Then I made the mistake of telling her about Bob picking me up and taking me to Lovers Lane the day before. She blew up!
"Now you're stealing Bob from me!" she accused.
Gee, I didn't know she had a thing going with Bob. I just thought that she'd met him at the roller rink. No wonder she was letting him feel her up in public! With that, she stormed off in a genuine huff and our plans for the weekend were ruined. After that she wouldn't speak to me for the rest of the day. Sheesh!
The sleepover at Wendy's Friday night wasn't that much fun for me. It's not that I didn't like Wendy or Janie, I did, but it seemed that we no longer had anything in common. How could I tell either of them, Janie the blabbermouth especially, about the most important things now in my life? The sex at Mary Lou's with her brother, or the sex with Bob, much less what I had been doing with Uncle Joe and Mr. Jesse. I couldn't even tell them how thrilling it was to have my daddy walk in on me and see me naked. Those were the main things in my life now, not the silly things that preoccupied most girls my age. Still, I tried to have a good time.
Back home Saturday morning, Mama was happily puttering about in the kitchen while Daddy sat at the breakfast table in his underwear drinking a cup of coffee. I knew something was up. Just what I didn't know, but Mama started quizzing me about my plans for the night, specifically if I had a sleepover planned at someone else's house. I told her I didn't have any plans, other staying home with her and Daddy.
"You can't stay over at Wendy's?" she asked.
"No, Mama, I stayed over there just last night, and Wendy's mom never allows for two nights in a row."
"What about Janie?"
"Uh, we had a fight and we're not speaking to each other."
"A fight? Last night? What about?"
"Janie was spreading lies about me liking this creep at school and I told her off!"
"Can't you two patch things up?"
"I don't want to patch things up with that liar!" I told her rather emphatically.
"Okay, how about Mary Lou? I know you spent the night over there last week, but maybe it'd be okay with her dad."
Why did I have to say anything about Bob to Mary Lou? I had no idea that he was her boyfriend. After all he was like 17 or 18 and was maybe a senior and she was like 12 and in the lowest grade at middle school. Even without Pete being there, Mary Lou and I would have had a blast playing with each other, and maybe flirting with Mr. Mack, earning a 7 or 8 on the fun scale. But no, I had to open my big mouth and now Mary Lou was angry with me. I guess I could have called her, but I really don't take rejection very well, so...
"Mary Lou's dad is having a party tonight," I told her. Okay, the party was the night before; so I got my dates wrong. I didn't mean to lie...
"Well, then you're going to have to stay over at Aunt Bess'," she told me.
"It's my birthday, you know..." she added.
"Oh, yeah. Happy birthday, Mama!"
"Thank you, dear.
"It's my birthday and your dad is treating me to a very special night out. Dinner, a concert and then a night in a nice hotel."
"That sounds so cool, Mama!" I was happy for her as Daddy is a notorious cheapskate, but me spending the night with Aunt Bess and Uncle Blake? Well, if I have to...
Mama then called Aunt Bess. They talked for awhile, then Mama told me, "Both Sherry and Karen are running a fever. It might be strep throat and I don't want you catching whatever they have. So, I guess my birthday date is off. I can't very well leave you here alone." Mama looked as if she was about to cry.
Turning to Daddy she said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, Hank?"
Daddy threw up his hands and replied, "I wanted to surprise you, Clare!"
"I can stay with Uncle Joe," I offered hopefully.
"Oh, you're a lifesaver, Bunny! Why didn't I think of that?" Mama said her face brightening up. "Of course with all long hours he's been pulling the past two weeks, he might not be up for it. And if he isn't, well, that's too damned bad for him!
"But then again, he might have a date for tonight. I just don't know."
"Then call him," I prodded.
"Yes, you're right, dear. The worst he can say is no. But at least I'll know."
She called him on his cell and had to leave a message. For the next thirty minutes or so, both Mama and I fretted, but for much different reasons. Daddy just seemed annoyed and eventually went to put on some clothes. And when Uncle Joe did return her call, I just caught pieces of Mama's side of the conversation. Pieces like, "Oh, I see," and, "You don't need to do that," and, "We'll figure out something else," pieces that didn't sound all that positive to me.
She hung up and began sobbing. Poor Mama! Poor me!
I knew Mama wasn't in the mood to talk about anything, so I left her alone. About ten minutes after she'd hung up, the phone rang again.
"You didn't need to do that," I heard her say. "Oh, you're a lifesaver, Joe. Thank you, thank you. Hank and I owe you big time for this."
Mama hung up, her face radiant. "He'll do it!" she nearly shouted in glee.
I too was gleeful. Uncle Joe was going to do it, but I don't think Mama was thinking along the same lines as I was.
Late that afternoon, Uncle Joe picked me up and took me to his house.
Once we were inside and pointing to my knapsack with everything I needed for an overnight he asked, "What's that?"
"My pajamas and clothes for tomorrow," I answered as I kicked off my sneakers.
"You really don't need any pajamas, you know," he said with a smile.
"I know I don't, but Mama thinks otherwise."
"Well, what she doesn't know...
"I need a bath in the worst way," he continued. "Care to join me?"
"I'd love too!"
"Here let me help you," he said as he began pulling my pullover sweater over my head. Next he unhooked my brand new white lacy A-cup bra.
"My, my, my," he said looking at my growing tits. "You've grown since the last time I saw you."
"You like?" I asked with a grin and turning this way and that modeling my little tits.
"Damned right I like," he grinned back.
"You think my boobs will get as nice and big as Mama's or Aunt Bess'?"
"Time will tell," he replied while running a hand over my tit and causing my nipples to stiffen. "I sure hope so. Those two have some tits!" he said with a laugh as he tweaked my other nip to a peak. "But your tits are very nice too," he added gently pinching a nipple all of which made me feel really good, the pinching and the compliment that is.
"You know, when I was little, maybe eight or nine years old, I saw your mother's tits," he said as he continued playing with my titties. "Your dad was over visiting and they were down in the basement playroom. I was at the top of the stairs peeping in on them. Hank had Clare's blouse open and her tits out mauling and sucking on them. My show was cut short when my dad suddenly lifted me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me back upstairs," he laughed. "He then took me outside and gave me a lecture about spying on other people. By the time we got back inside, Hank and Clare were back upstairs acting as innocent as could be. Dad, he never said anything to either of them that I know of."
Leaving my tits and his story, he then went for my jeans. As he did I told him, "And there's something else new that you're gonna like?"
"Oh, and what's that?" he said pulling my jeans off my hips and down to my thighs.
"I'm not a virgin anymore," I said in a shy low voice.
He stopped and looked up at me. "Is that so?"
"Yes!" I answered proudly.
"I see." He slipped my jeans off and then relieved me of my panties.
Sticking his hand between my legs, he asked, "So are you telling me that this has been broken in for me?"
"Uh, huh," I replied nodding.
"Well, hot damned, Bunny! You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Uh, huh."
He stood and began stripping his clothes off. In mere seconds, he was down to his bare skin.
"The bath can wait," he told me fondling his cock. "Suck me off. You know what to do."
Indeed I did. I hadn't had that cock in my mouth for over two weeks and I wasn't waiting another minute. I dropped to my knees, took his hardening dick from him and directed it to my lips. I didn't just start sucking on him, I kissed the head the first and began a general licking. He'd been working all day hustling packages and his genitals had an intoxicating heady aroma. I buried my nose in his balls while licking them. Gawd, I just loved that manly odor and was glad he didn't want to bathe right away.
"Yeah, be sure and get under my balls, Bunny," my uncle said as he fondled my head and hair. So I pulled his sack forward and really got in deep. Well, not so deep that I licked his asshole, but pretty close.
Having bathed his balls, I got on with the blow job and slipped my lips over the head of his dick. I didn't just start sucking on him, but let the head slip from my lips only to mold my lips around it again. I did that several times before swirling my tongue around his slippery knob.
"Damn, girl, you're getting really good at this," he whispered.
I slid a few inches of his cock into my mouth, tongued under the rim of his cock crown for a moment before slipping it completely out. I didn't let it stay out for but a second or two before sliding my lips over it again and taking it deep into my mouth with my tongue dancing along the underside of his dick, then slipping it out once again. I paused just to lick his dick for a moment then took him back into my mouth, only to slip it out once again.
"Aw, fuck, little girl, where did you learn that?" he asked.
I didn't answer because for one, I hadn't learned that from anyone. I was just making it up. Secondly, his dick was in my mouth once again and I didn't think he was all that interested in me talking right then.
I played this game for a while with Uncle Joe making breathless comments like, "Oh, fuck yeah," and "Just like that," and, "Don't stop, baby girl." I could tell he liked what I was doing, which was good because I loved doing what I was doing.
After a bit, he grabbed my head and stopped me from sliding his cock back into my mouth. He just held me there with his cock jerking and bobbing mere inches from my ready lips. It stopped bobbling about and he let me suck him some more.
I continued my game for several more minutes before he grabbed my head and pulled his cock from my mouth. Again it bobbed and jerked for a minute or two before it calmed down and he let me suck him again. He didn't last long after that.
"Aw, fuck, baby. Aw, fuck... Arrggghh!" I felt his cock swell and begin pulsing as his stuff shot into my mouth. "Ahwwwkkk!" It throbbed again and more thick nut juice shot into my mouth. I swallowed and another strong shot of cum jetted to the back of my tongue. After that it didn't shoot out so forcefully, but his cock continued to throb and more man milk filled my mouth to gobble down.
He stopped throbbing and cumming in my mouth and I continued to mouth his dick as he grew softer and softer. I just loved the way that felt in my mouth.
"Easy girl, easy," he mumbled as his body jerked a few times while I continued to suck on his now soft penis.
I pulled back and letting it slip from my lips watched as it flopped down. I suctioned his soft limp cock back into my mouth and let it slip out again. When I tried to do that again, he stopped me, laughing, "Enough! Enough!'
I rocked back on my heels, looked up and smiled up at him.
He too was grinning. "Damn, Bunny. That was fantastic! That had to be one of the best blowjobs ever!" He made me feel so proud and grown up.
Leaning over he helped me stand, then he kissed me, driving his long tongue deep into my mouth, almost as deep as his dick had been just moments before. And while he kissed me, his hands were all over my bare ass, mauling me. Breaking the kiss he said, "How about that bath now?" Well, he wasn't going to do me right then and there, so I took a bath with him.
Bathing with Uncle Joe is just so much more fun than bathing alone. I just love the feel of his soapy hands all over me and love the feel of my soapy hands all over him. But I was anxious to get out of the tub and into his bed and...
"I'm starved," he announced as we were drying each other. "How about if we grab a bite to eat at Ma Kelly's?" Okay, I was hungry too, but food could wait as far as I was concerned.
"Let's go to bed," I told him.
"You're an eager beaver tonight, Bunny. I'd love nothing more than to take you to bed and put my cock were we both want it to go, but... We have all night, so no need to rush. Besides, it's going to take me a while to get it up again, so let's eat first, then we'll... you know what we're going to do. We're going to be doing it all night."
So we went to Ma Kelly's and had the Saturday Blue Plate Special which was meatloaf with two sides and yeast roll, plus ice tea. As usual, it was good, but better than that, it was quick, and in no time we were back at Uncle Joe's and he's having me dance while stripping for him.
Once I was nude, he had me stand in front of him while he sat on the ottoman. Pulling me to him, he kissed my smooth pubic mound and then licked at the top of my slit. "Spread your legs, baby," he told me. I did and holding me by my butt cheeks he was able to lick the length of my slit, tracing it with his tongue. His licking became more and more aggressive and instead of just tracing my slit, he was digging his tongue into it. Gawd, it felt soooo good! But just as it was getting good, he stopped, popped me on the butt and told me to get my ass in bed. I was so eager I ran and took a flying leap into the unmade covers.
Uncle Joe calmly walked in, clearly amused. Slowly he stripped off and joined me in bed. Taking me in his strong arms, he began kissing me. Not an aggressive tongue-fucking kiss, but a gentle kiss, beginning with feather-light tracing of my lips with the tip of his tongue before probing between my lips. His sensuous kiss made my blood boil, which I'm sure was his objective. From there his lips went to my neck and then to my ear lobes which got me hot and panting. Then it was down my neck and to my budding titties, to suck and lave over my puffy nipples while his fingers began rubbing the outside of my vulva.
I wanted him to finger my cunt, but he just lightly rubbed the outside while he sucked my tits. After he really had me hot and bothered, he kissed down to my navel and then further south, where he positioned his face between my legs, legs which he pushed the knees forward to my breasts. Then he dug that tongue into my pussy. I nearly had a rapture right then and there. His tongue bore into my pleasure button for a moment, then began circling it and circling it. I exploded! Nothing had ever felt that overwhelmingly good before. Perhaps that was because this was the now, not a remembered orgasm, but it was awesome.
Next thing I know and he's back kissing my face and making me taste myself. He rolled us over with me on top.
"Put it in, Bunny," I remember him saying and feeling his erection pressing against my ready pussy. Almost in a daze, I sat up straddling him, reached between my legs, grasped his ready organ and slotted the head in the maw of my vagina. I don't remember him saying anymore, but as I sat and began driving his cock up into my cunt hole, I do remember how big it felt as it stretched me.
I grimaced taking more and more of his dick into me. "Damn, you're tight," he muttered, but maybe he didn't say anything. By and by, after what seemed to be a long time, I was seated on his groin, his cock fully imbedded in me.
"Now fuck me, you sweet little tart," I remember him saying, so I rose up slightly and then say back down. Slowly I rose and fell on his prick enjoying the feeling of being stuffed with an adult's cock. Bob was pretty big, as compared to Mary Lou's brother, but he wasn't as substantial as my dear sweet uncle.
The longer I fucked myself on him, the easier it got and the better it felt. Then he lower his hand from my tit to my pussy and began diddling my clit as I fucked him. It only took him less than a minute to send me into orgasm again, this time with a cock up my cunt while I wildly bounced and bounced on his rod. Suddenly he pulled me down to him and rolled us both over. I was still in the throes of a rapture with him on top, and the real fucking began and as he fucked and fucked me, the orgasmic raptures came one after the other. Gawd, it was intense! Intense and wonderful!
Suddenly he pulled out and moved off of me.
"No, no, no..." I pleaded nearly delirious and thinking he was done.
But he was far from done. He manhandled me up on my hands and knees and skewered my pussy from behind. I became vaguely aware of the sound of his groin slapping into my buttocks as he fucked and fucked, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me into him as he slammed into me. On and on it went. My arms gave up and my face fell to the mattress. Still he fucked me and fucked me.
Pulling out and releasing his grip on my hips, he collapsed alongside me. Me, I stayed as I was with my ass hiked in the air. For a long time neither of us said anything. Eventually I slid flat on my tummy, crawled over him and kissed him.
"That was fun," he said looking over at me. "You're a nice fuck, baby. A very nice fuck."
"Thanks," I said. "It was fun. Can we do it again?"
"Oh yeah, we're gonna do it again and again and again. But I need a break. Are you thirsty?"
"I guess."
"Well, come on. Let's get something to drink."
He pulled me out of bed, practically dragging me into the kitchen with him. I could hardly walk.
"Get yourself a Coke or something," he said sitting in a straight chair by the table. "And bring me a beer." I opened the refrigerator, pulled out a Dr. Pepper and a beer for him and brought it to him. He opened both drinks and handing me my soft drink, took a long swallow of beer.
Placing the half empty bottle on the table he said, "Do me a favor, Baby?"
"Sure. Anything, Uncle Joe."
Spreading his legs as he sat, he replied, "Then suck my dick."
I put my drink on the table, then knelt and took his cock back into my mouth. He wasn't soft, but he wasn't hard either and he stiffened up very quickly. Pushing me off his erection he told me, "Now sit in my lap and take my cock back inside you."
I turned around to sit on him, but he said, "No, not that way. Face me, Bunny."
I turned to face him, straddled him and sat in his lap as he directed his prong back into my hot pussy.
"Now fuck me."
Grasping his broad shoulders and bouncing on the balls of my feet, I did just that while he played with my tits. A hand dropped from a tit to my crotch and he began diddling my clit which was already poking out from my stretched pussy lips.
Throwing back my head as I fucked him, I heard someone moan loudly, unaware that it was me who was moaning like a sick cat before I was swept away with fuck lust and the orgasms began rolling over me again.
The next thing I remember in the fog of passion was him pushing me off as he stood. I was spun around, bent over the table and he reentered me. Gawd, it was intense.
He stopped thrusting his cock into me and held still. I felt him throbbing inside me and that sent me over the edge again. He thrust a few times more as he unloaded his balls for the first time in my vagina. Then he pulled out and left me sprawled over his table, my poor hot pussy leaking his cum down my legs.
When I finally stood upright, Uncle Joe had finished his beer and was working on another one. Setting his new beer down, he came up to me and took me in his arms. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked. "I'd never want to hurt you."
"No, you didn't hurt me, but... Wow, that was intense." I felt my poor pussy and it felt hot to the touch, hot and swampy wet. "Gawd, I'm so hot..."
"You're a hot one that's for sure," he replied with a grin.
Then changing the subject he asked, "Have you started your periods yet?"
"God, Uncle Joe, you shouldn't be asking me something like that!"
"Don't give me that crap. Have you started bleeding yet?"
"No!"
"Good. I should have asked you that before we fucked. I should have used a rubber, too, but I wasn't thinking straight. Guys don't always think straight when it comes to getting some pussy, but that's no excuse. But, seeing that you haven't started your periods, you should be safe."
"Safe from what?" I naively asked.
"Safe from getting knocked up. Safe from getting pregnant. You're way too young to be a mommy. Hell, you're way too young to be doing what we just did. Not that I minded."
"Do you love me, Uncle Joe?"
"Of course I love you. I've loved you since you were born."
"I know that. I mean, do you love me? Love me like a girlfriend?"
"You mean more to me than any girlfriend, sweetie."
"I do?"
"Yes, you do.
"Now would you like a bowl of ice cream?"
"You have strawberry?" I asked.
"No, I have chocolate."
"Okay, chocolate is fine."
After the ice cream Uncle Joe took me to bed, where he asked me to get him hard. I did, with my mouth and he fucked me again. He didn't go nearly as long as the first two times and he didn't cum. Instead, he rolled off and went to sleep.
Sometime during the night he woke up. He was on his side spooned into me. I didn't know anything was up until I felt him sliding into me. 'This is nice,' I thought dreamily. He gently fucked me for ten minutes or so, before he stopped slowly thrusting, then he just lay still until his cock softened and slipped out of me.
In the morning he was refreshed and went after me again, moving me into different positions and fucking me for thirty minutes or more before he came inside me. Then he had me clean his cock for him with my mouth, which I happily did. I was the happiest girl in the world that morning, even if I was a bit sore.
We took another bath together, dressed, had breakfast at the diner on the by-pass and then went to church. I missed Sunday School, but we made it to the main service where we met up with Mama and Daddy along with Aunt Bess and the kids. Uncle Blake? Who knew where he was, but he showed up for Sunday dinner at Aunt Bess' afterward.
It had to be the best weekend ever for me, and I could hardly wait until I can get off with Uncle Joe again and the sooner the better.
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