Fucking my Niece, the Bikini Waitress, Part 4/4: She Fucks My Ass

I had managed to fuck my niece, and even accidentally fucked an 18-year old neighbour in the process, but I forgot that I was in a committed relationship. I basically cheated with my niece. Now my butthole pays the price for me being a cheating manslut.

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Two years had passed since I took a cottage vacation with my new girlfriend Cindy and my niece Miranda. I call her Meer, Miranda sounds like something a police officer says to you while arresting you. It was my first vacation with Cindy as my girlfriend and the first time we had sex, she had wanted to date for a while first. She had some traumatic gangbang experiences that made her scared of a new relationship. I also fucked Miranda and an 18-year old girl who was staying in the neighbouring cottage. So on my first vacation with a girlfriend who has a history of bad sexual experiences I cheated on her with my niece. I don’t like that and I’m not proud of it, and now for two years I was happily dating Cindy while feeling bad about what happened.

For the first three months I was sure she would somehow figure it out. I got an STD test to be safe, I was clean. After almost a year Cindy moved in with me, that was an adjustment. Meer kept coming over on the weekends, when the weather was good she’d tan topless in a thong on my back deck. Cindy would usually join her. I was regularly seeing two sexual partners (one current, one former) nearly naked, and I had cheated on one with the other. I know that modern women are more casual with skin and there’s the whole Free the Nipple! movement, but I’m used to associating tits and nipples with sex.

Finally Meer graduated. With excellent marks. And she had a job lined up. To celebrate she held a big Friday night party for a bunch of friends and fellow grads. She held it at the breastaurant where she worked. I would have wondered it weird that she had friends around her bikini-clad co-workers, but they seemed to enjoy it. Then they went downtown to a strip club and I went home for an early night. As we walked out of the breastaurant Meer gave me an innocent peck on the cheek and told me that tomorrow I was gonna giver her the final graduation present.

When I got home from work (don’t ask why I was working on the weekend) the next day I couldn’t park in my driveway, there were several cars there I didn’t recognize, plus Meer’s and Cindy’s. Odd. I went inside, and saw three men sitting in my living room. Naked. Cindy was there talking to them, wearing sexy purple lingerie. The first guy was ripped, he looked like something out of a magazine. The second guy was moderately overweight, had man boobs, unshaved pubes and a scraggly goatee. The third guy was skinny and scrawny, he looked maybe 19 or 20. The one thing they had in common was their impressive dicks. Even though I was wearing pants I suddenly felt insecure about my average, circumcised dick.

Cindy introduced me to the guys. I immediately forgot their names, I was too busy not looking at their dicks. Cindy told me that Meer was upstairs waiting for her final graduation present, she had been talking with Cindy to plan this. She lay down the rules. One guy at a time, each guy cums once, no permanent injury, use a condom and lube, and the safe word was “Keanu.” So then we went upstairs, to the second bedroom.

When I walked in I got an instant semi. My gorgeous niece was laying on her back, tied down to the bed with her legs wide open. Blindfolded but not gagged. The ripped guy stepped forward, and took a condom from the pile on the bedside table. He put it on, realized it was too small, and dug through the pile for a larger one. Once he was condomed he applied lube, and then climbed up on the bed and planked over Meer. I could see her pelvis very gently writhing, like she was desperate to be penetrated. So the guy did, he began to fuck her. Hard. She took it like a champ and soon she was moaning. The guy planked over her fucking her for several minutes until he came in her. On the way out of the room he gave Cindy a quick kiss and groped her ass.

Guy number two, the fat one, got ready. But he didn’t go straight for her pussy. He made out with her for a bit, and she eagerly kissed back. With tongue. Then he kissed his way down to her breasts, she was smiling and squealing as he gently licked and bit her nipples. She seemed to especially appreciate him gently running his lips along her underboob crease. I’ve heard that was an underappreciated sensitive area. As he kissed his way down to her pussy he paused for a bit at her bellybutton. She was still ticklish. When he got to near her pussy he didn’t go for it, he worked his way down to her feet, soon he was sucking her toes. Finally Meer had enough and asked to be fucked. Like a flash he was on her, his dick in her. He didn’t plank, he basically lay on her, his weight holding her down while his hip thrusts did all the work. Meer lay struggling to breath while quietly moaning. The guy lasted almost ten minutes, then he moaned and came in her. The fat guy also molested Cindy on the way out.

Skinny guy, who ironically had the biggest dick, got ready. But Cindy took my hand and dragged me to our bedroom. She asked which one of us would go next. Huh? She said it made sense for her to go next, so I could go last and do whatever I wanted to my niece without anyone watching. My mind was racing furiously. Was my GF telling me to fuck my niece? I told her that I didn’t think I should have sex with my niece. And I wasn’t sure she should, either, with her history of painful memories of group sex. She told me to stop trying to heal her and protect her. She had a consensual gangbang that she regretted, it sucked but she was over it. I didn’t think that getting groupfucked while on ecstasy sounded consensual, and I knew it hurt her, but I figured if she was ready to try group sex again I shouldn’t stop her. Besides, using a strapon on your boyfriend’s niece isn’t the same as five guys cumming in you. She saw I was hesitating, and she asked for my permission to temporarily be non-exclusive with her so she could participate in my niece’s graduation gangbang. I said yes, and she granted me temporary non-exclusivity.

But I told her, again, I couldn’t fuck Meer. “Why not? What’s changed since the cottage? You fucked her good then.” Oh shit, she knew. I asked her how she knew, turned out she found out two weeks after the trip. Meer came over to my place to suntan, and Cindy had stopped by to see if I was there. I wasn’t, but they hung out. Cindy asked Meer how our time was, and Meer innocently told her all about her and I fucking, me fucking the daughter, and me creeping on the mother. She wondered she was telling a cool sex story to a friend, then she realized that Cindy was crying.

Meer asked her what was wrong, and Cindy couldn’t speak. Meer realized that she just told her uncle’s new girlfriend about him fucking two hot chicks a week after we first had sex. Meer asked Cindy if she wondered we were exclusive, Cindy nodded, tears falling. Meer felt terrible. She knew that Cindy and I probably fucked, but she didn’t think we were that serious. I guess nowadays it’s so ordinary that a girl is fucking multiple guys, even while dating, that it’s not expected that she is exclusive. Meer knew I wanted to fuck her and she wanted to fuck me, she kind of regretted our agreement to not fuck. So she decided to get her uncle fuck in before Cindy and I went exclusive. But she did it one week too late.

Meer apologized repeatedly to Cindy, she said she never would have let me bone her if she knew that I had promised exclusivity. She said that she respected our relationship. Cindy listened a bit, then walked into the kitchen. Cindy came back and threw a cup at Meer. Yikes. Cindy yelled at Meer and called her a whore and a slut and a rapist. She is a whore and a slut, but not a rapist.

Somehow, over the next several hours, Meer talked Cindy down while Cindy packed her stuff. She should be a hostage negotiator. She got Cindy to agree to give me a few more weeks as a test. Over time Cindy calmed down. She was annoyed that I fucked Meer, at the same time she could see I was invested in the relationship. Cindy told me she now wondered it was time to do a test run of opening up our relationship, with Meer. Tied down. My fantasy.

Before I had a chance to decide, the skinny guy knocked on the door and said he was finished. Cindy thanked him, knelt down and licked a stray bit of Meer’s pussy juice off his pubis, and told him to wait downstairs. She went to the bottom drawer of her dresser and took out her strapon harness. She took out a new strapon dildo, it was way bigger than the one she had for pegging my butt. She put it on, and then put her hands on my shoulder and forced me to my knees and mouth-fucked me for a minute. My jaw hurt, the thing was gigantic. Several times the fake veins caught on my incisors, I was afraid I’d chip a tooth. Then she took my hand and led me into Meer’s room. She climbed onto Meer, and started making out with her.

After a bit of that, she slid up and put her nipple in Meer’s mouth. While Meer sucked, Cindy said “oh baby, dear baby, are you hungry? Do you need mommy’s milk? My milk boobs are full just for you. Don’t let Daddy see, he wants all the milk for himself.” While she was saying that Meer was saying things like “yes, Mommy, I need your titty milk. I love your boobs. I won’t tell Daddy, he’d punish you.” She had difficulty speaking through, her face was muffled by the most glorious D-tits In existence.

Once Cindy had indulged her mommy fantasy, she repositioned and put her dildohead at Meer’s pussy. She began to gently push in, but as she pushed I saw Meer pulling away, her mouth opening in surprise. When Meer hit the limit of how far she could pull back because of the leg restraints Cindy’s dick began to penetrate it, and Meer started going “ow! Ow! How big is this? Is thing regulation size?” So Cindy slowed down, but kept going. It took about five minutes, but she got in. When she started sliding in and out. Meer was taking shallow breaths, and I could see her whole body was tense and her jaw was quivering.

This went on for twenty minutes. I timed it. Finally Meer exhaled and said in a defeated voice “Oh fuck, please stop. This hurts. I’m your little strapon whore, but I can’t take it anymore.” Cindy pulled out, slapped Cindy hard and bit her nipple, then climbed off. She turned to me, and gave me a gigantic grin. She leaned in to me and whispered “I actually made that cumslut ask me to stop, I beat three guys.” She gave me a triumphant kiss, then told me that her offer of temporary non-exclusivity still remained.

I stood there, unsure of what to do. My hot niece was naked and tied down in front of me, legs wide open. But still, I was her uncle. So to gauge her feelings I gently put my hand on her cute foot and stroked her arch with my thumb.

Try it sometime. You won’t get a lady to cum from it, but do it at the right time and it works wonders. Like if you’re on the couch watching a hockey game and she flops down with her slightly smelly evening feet in your lap because she wants to lie down while re-reading The Proposal by Jasmine Guillory. But you love her anyhow and want to please her, so you gently massage her sticky feet in a sensual way while she dreams about running off with a rich doctor. It won’t get you fucked right away, but you will become a lucky man sometime within the next few day. Especially if you hide her dildo and hide the cord for her rabbit.

Meer wasn’t satisfied with a foot massage. Most women aren’t when they are tied down during a gangbang. “Fuck me, sugar daddy. Fuck me hard and get your money’s worth out of your little whore’s pussy.” Okay, so we’re doing that fantasy again. I reached out and slapped her face. “Call me uncle. I’m not your sugar daddy, I am your uncle and you will address me as such. Do you understand, young lady?”

“ummm, I thought I was your sugar baby. You told me you wouldn’t fuck your niece so you pretended I was your whore.” That wasn’t quite true, the sugar baby thing was her excuse to make it acceptable. But I did play along, and I did pay her. But that was her fantasy. Right now I was gonna live my fantasy, which was to fuck my tied down niece. I grabbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted, and held it twisted. She cried out in pain (I assumed “no permanent injuries” meant she had agreed to some pain) and I told her that I was not giving her an option. She was my niece, in my house, and she had to obey me. I spent 22 years raising her like a semi-daughter, and now I would get my reward.

She didn’t say anything, so I twisted a bit more and asked if she complied. “I comply! I comply! Please stop, uncle!” I could hear the pain in her voice so I stopped. I took the other nipple and told me she would feel pain again if she didn’t tell me what she needed. She begged me to fuck her, as hard and long as I needed. It felt genuine, so I accepted the invitation and began to aggressively make out with her. Then I felt and sucked her tits. She had the best tits in the world, firm Cs with just the right amount of softness. Not too hard, not too saggy.

Once I felt ready I positioned my dick by her pussy. The other guys used condoms, but they were just random fucks. I’m her uncle, I deserve raw pussy. When I began to push in she yelped. So I went harder, I was enjoying this pain fantasy. Then she screamed louder and yelled “Keanu! Keanu Reeves! Trinity! Morphius!” I pulled out and asked her what was wrong. I desperately wanted to fuck her and cum in her, but safe words need to be respected. She’s a slutty whore who was in the process of getting gangbanged, but she’s still my niece. And a human being, safe words are a part of human dignity regardless of relationship.

Meer had her mouth shut for a few seconds, I could tell she was holding back tears. “I think I have a vaginal tear. Cindy might have ripped me wide open.” I gently probed her vagina with my finger, and Cindy confirmed it really hurt. Great. I had a raging boner, and the pussy that I temporarily owned the exclusive rights to was injured. Meer offered to let me cum in her mouth or on her tits, but I didn’t want that.

I untied her. She sat up and reached to remove the blindfold. Poor girl, she probably wondered we were finished. I slapped her hands down and roughly turned her over. When she raised her head to ask what I was doing I slapped her ass as hard as I could. I had been careful slapping her face, I didn’t want to injure her face or neck, I just wanted to humiliate her. But asses can take more abuse. I tied her down again, repositioned so she was doing the splits on the edge of the bed, facedown ass up.

I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around her neck. “Does my cumslut consent to being fucked in the ass?” I figured she had agreed to vaginal sex. Asking for additional consent is not sexy and breaks up the rhythm, but you can’t fuck a girl in the ass without permission. Meer didn’t respond for five seconds, then she said in a small voice “uncle, you can do whatever you want to your favourite niece. Fuck her like she deserves.” I told her I would do better, I would fuck her like she needed.

I went to her dresser and started digging through it. She didn’t officially live here, but she had left enough stuff here she could probably live for a week without doing laundry. She works in a bikini but owns enough clothes to run her own fashion magazine. I found a pair of pajama pants that looked right. I took it, walked over to Meer, and quickly slid it under her face and pulled it up into her mouth. She was still breathing heavily from the earlier fuckings, so her lips and teeth were parted. Before she could withstand I had forced the pant leg between her teeth, gagging her. She struggled for a bit, so I slapped her ass hard until she stopped. She had told me to do whatever I wanted to her, so I was gonna live out my fantasy, including the gag. I tied the pants tight behind her head.

Just when I was gonna begin fucking her my phone rang. I glanced at it, it was Cindy. Shit. She hurriedly asked me if the non-exclusive agreement still existed. I said yes, I wasn’t about to back out when my niece was ready to be assfucked. Cindy asked if I was sure, she said that the skinny guy and fat guy had stayed outside, and when she went out to talk to them they invited her to a motel. They wanted to DP her. I said yes. Right now I was too busy with my niece to think about Cindy and our relationship, my dick was begging for her asshole. I hung up before Cindy could respond.

I lubed up my dick, and pressed it against Meer’s butthole. It took some patience, but soon I was deep in her, my thighs pressed up against her sweet ass, and my dick experiencing that weird feeling where her anus clamped down hard on the shaft while the dickhead had a bit of space in the rectum, getting that shivering, tingly feel from how it rubbed on the mucous membrane of her colon. I began to slide in and out, enjoying the feeling and trying to forget that my dick was in a body part designed for defecation.

I took my time. She had clearly been ass-fucked before, she took it well. For the first few minutes she didn’t respond much, but she began moaning and grinding her hips to extent efficient, limited by the ropes and the awkward position she was in to give me access to her butthole. I could feel my abs getting worked out. because the butthole is tightest at the base, while a vagina is roughly equally tight throughout the whole length, I had to be almost fully pulling out to get the sensitive glans stimulated, before thrusting in again while Meer groaned. That takes core strength.

As I felt that orgasm sensation building in the base of my dick I knew it was time. I grabbed Meer’s hair, pulled her head back, and started to rail her ass. As I blew my load deep in her shitter I heard her muffled “oh! oh! oh!” I didn’t know if it was from the hairpulling, the assfucking, or if she was having an anal orgasm. When I was finished I pulled out, and I wiped the lube off her ass with a pair of her panties I found on the floor. I smelled them first, they were definitely used. I untied her, dragged her down off the bed and sat her on the floor, then re-tied one hand to the corner of the bed. It was an old, ornate hardwood bed that my grandma had given me when I moved out, she wanted it gone and I wasn’t gonna pay for a spare bed. Meer was not going anywhere.

To show off who was in charge I went to the bathroom and took a shower, leaving her gagged, blindfolded and tied to the bed. After I showered I went to the kitchen and started cooking up some fajita meat, and chopped up some vegetables. Maybe a half-hour after I heard a pounding sound from upstairs, like a stamping foot. I took the pan off the burner and went up. I looked in the bedroom, Meer was pounding her foot on the floor and saying something that her gag muffled. I untied the gag, and she demanded “untie me, asshole!” I untied her, and she jumped up and ran out into the hallway. Before I could go out to see what happened I heard the sound of a piss-stream in the toilet. Oops. I was enjoying the fantasy of having a sex slave tied up in house, just waiting for me to use her. I had forgotten that sexy female bodies still have basic biological functions.

I went in to the bathroom and watched her piss. She took off her blindfold and glared at me, she didn’t look happy. So to cheer her up I tried to put my limp dick in her mouth. She tried to push me away, so I grabbed her hair. I told her that she had told me I could do whatever I wanted to do to her. If she didn’t want to suck me now she had to tell me the fantasy was over and stop getting boned. She glared at me, then put my flaccid dick in her mouth and started sucking. Soon enough I was hard, so I grabbed her hair while she took a loud, smelly dump. That was not part of my fantasy, but oh well. I’m not sure how she had that much poo in her butt without it ending up on my dick half an hour before.

After I came in her mouth she spat the cum all over my stomach.

While I cleaned myself very thoroughly (I hate that sticky dry cum feeling) she used the bidet, washed her hands, went downstairs, when I went down she was finishing off the supper prep. We ate, watched some Netflix, then went to bed. I had offered to eat her out but she refused, that gigantic strapon really stretched her out and she had no interest in anything touching her genitalia.

In the morning, while we were having a late breakfast, I heard the front door open. Cindy came in, her hair a mess, makeup streaked, wrapped in a blanket. She dropped the blanket, revealing she was topless, just in her shorts. She reached into the closet and took her wallet out her jacket. She went outside, and I saw her pay the taxi driver. The poor guy was looking at the ground while receiving the money, he appeared to be afraid of breasts. She came back in, and without saying anything she came to the table and sat down and began eating my breakfast while drinking Meer’s coffee.

When Meer finally had waited long enough, she asked Cindy how it went. Cindy said, with a mouthful of waffle, that it had been heaven. She had ridden to the motel with the fat guy. He ripped her shirt off and threw it in the back of the car, he drove there groping her breasts over the bra. When they got there he took her to motel office in her bra, where the clerk enjoyed the sight. They rented a room and met the skinny guy in the parking lot.

When they got to the room she said she had no control over what happened. Before she knew it she was naked and being eaten out. She was expecting more foreplay, but within five minutes she was on top of the skinny guy with his dick in her while the fat guy was probing her ass with his lubed finger. When he entered he did it in one thrust, she didn’t know if she could take it, but she had no choice.

She said she has no clear memory of how things progressed, it was foggy and amazing. She was DPed hard until both guys came in her and she orgasmed on them, then the skinny guy flipped her over and fucked her more. He went half-soft, but was able to keep going, until he eventually got hard again. He lasted long enough that the fat guy had time to wash his dick, get hard again as well, and spit-roast her with his fat belly getting smushed into her nose. She claimed she could hear his manboobs flapping from the thrusting.

After that they ordered pizza, hung out naked watching TV while she got groped, and then went to bed. When she woke up the skinny guy was gone, along with her socks, panties and bra. She wondered he must have a clothing fetish. I was mad, I had bought her that lingerie for her birthday. I discover purple on a woman sexy. So she had to wrap herself in a blanket and go to the office to ask the guy there to call her a cab, she had forgotten her phone. When the cab arrived the front desk guy demanded she give the blanket back. She took it off and handed it to him just as an older couple came in to pay their bill. The older woman nearly fell over at the sight of Cindy topless, so the front desk guy threw the blanket at her and demanded she put it back on. Just before the cab arrived, he asked when she would pay, and she had to run out without paying because she had no wallet.

For the rest of the day we chilled. I only got one blowjob from Cindy while Meer watched. Meer wanted to piss in my mouth, but I said I had to think about that. I might have done it if I wondered it would genuinely be pleasurable for her, but I think she was still a bit mad about the gag or about leaving her tied up after I fucked her. When night came Meer slept in our bed with me and Cindy, she didn’t stay in her bedroom.

From that point on, we had an odd sex dynamic. We could go for weeks without having a threesome, then one of us would crack and we’d fuck like mad. With my dick and the strapon we were able to DP both ladies, and my butthole got more use than ever before. I had my first prostate orgasm, it was a lifechanging experience. Before I had let the ladies fuck my butt because I liked humouring them. but when they got good at doing my prostate that changed things. It was a different experience, I would feel a warmth along my whole dick, tip, shaft, and internal structure, all the way to by my butthole. Then there is that surge of warmth in my prostate while my dick gets harder even without penile stimulation, and cum starts dribbling out for a bit, until there is that full dick and prostate surging orgasm, stronger than a penis-only orgasm. It’s longer than a penis orgasm, and has a wider range of sensations.

We also tried prostate milking but never really managed, I kept cumming before we got the flow going. I read a lot of blogs online about the difference between prostate milking and prostate orgasms but couldn’t figure it out. Meer said it’s like learning how to do a squirting orgasm, no matter how much you read it’s hard to know, because you’re dealing with internal structures that you haven’t used before, so you can’t really tell one sensation from another until you actually experience something you’ve never experienced. But of course, getting there is the hard part. “You’ll know how to do it once you do it” is terrible advice.

Meer kind of moved in with us. She tended to bounce between her parents, my place, and one of her friend’s places. When she was with us it was fun. I had my favourite niece around, and she was quickly becoming Cindy’s best friend. 50% of the time it felt like I was hanging out with my GF and her friend, 40% of the time I felt like an uncle with his niece, and 10% of the time I felt like a rich man who had hired two nymphomaniac whores who had no boundaries and a raging addiction to cum. She was usually either fully dressed or naked, there was no in-between. Even during certain times she might have a little white string dangling out from between her pussy lips but still hang out naked if I had forgotten to turn on the AC.

One Friday evening we were watching TV. Meer got up and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, suddenly everything went dark, something was over my head. Two sexily strong arms grabbed me and dragged me down the hall. Before I knew it I was being tied down to the bed. Then I felt the odd sensation of scissors cutting my clothes off. Usually I would be mad at the cost of the clothing, but this was amazing. Once the clothes were off I felt three hard hits on my ass. They hurt, but I deserved them. I yelled in pain, and when I opened my mouth to yell the hood was yanked off my head. Before I could see what was going on, a ballgag was forced into my mouth, stifling my cry, and then the hood was put back on. I was spanked again until I was nearly crying. My dick was rock-hard from the pain and the hotness of being painfully spanked by a hot woman.

Then I felt hands part my asscheeks, and I felt a tongue on my asshole. I lay there enjoying the tonguing and being glad the spanking was over. After a few minutes I felt the hands change, and a slightly different tongue got stuck into my butt. By now my dick needed to be touched. I started to rub it against the sheet my ass got slapped hard. So I stayed stone-still, even though my throbbing dick was begging for stimulation. Ladies, if you want to torture a guy you have two options: hang, draw and quarter him, or get him hard but give no penile stimulation. Or maybe tell him he’s a great guy and you wish you could discover a boyfriend like him, that’s also torture.

After what felt like forever the tonguing stopped. A lubed finger began to probe my asshole, sliding in and out, and gently circling my prostate as it slid out. ladies, learn the “come here” motion, and then learn how to do it circularly. Do that and your man will never cheat on you or divorce you. If you don’t learn it, it’s your own damn fault when you end up divorce court.

I was expecting to feel the familiar strapon in my butthole, but instead I felt the tie-downs get loosened. I started to get up, but a strong hand grabbed me and pulled me up, holding me suspended above the bed while I felt the soft heavenly feeling of tits in a silk bra against my back. I felt a petite body awkwardly wiggle under me, and then a hot, wet pussy was lined up against my dick. I was dropped down, and my chest collided with two amazing C-tits. The body that possessed the Cs wiggled down, and my dick was impaled in its vagina.

And then I felt the feeling of the strapon dildo on my butthole. But this felt wrong, I didn’t recognize it. As the wearer began to push in I felt a stretching sensation. Then I remembered the gigantic dildo that Cindy had fucked Meer with, and I got scared. I was about have my butthole blown wide open by the woman I loved.

I tried to escape it, but it was impossible. I was tied down firmly, and when I moved forward I just rammed my dick further into Meer’s pussy. She happily sighed when I did that. So I had to submit. I tried to relax my entire body, but particularly my butthole. It didn’t help. Millimetre by millimetre I felt my asshole stretching, it hurt. But the sensation in my butthole, and the feeling of a gigantic dildo slowly sliding past my prostate, was sending a tingling feeling down my dick, which was happily ensconced in my niece’s pussy.

When the dildo was finally in I relaxed more. I didn’t know I could relax more, but it was efficient. Like when you think you’re done puking and then begin heaving again. What a terrible example. Then Cindy began to pull out slowly, and the tingling in my prostate and dick got stronger. She began to slowly pump in and out, and soon I was overcome with conflicting feeling. My prostate was in heaven, and my dick was feeling like it was on fire with pleasure, even though I wasn’t thrusting one bit in Meer. But my butthole was in pain. I was in heaven and in hell. When you are being butt-fucked with a dildo so big it should be named in the United Nations Convention on Certain Conventional Weapons, the tiny, 0.5 millimetre high fake veins on it feel gigantic, I felt them every time they got forced through my butthole.

Meer sensed my pain. And heard it. My face was resting above her shoulder, so my groans and whimpers (stifled by the ballgag) were going directly into her pretty ear. I usually would have sucked on her earlobe, but the ballgag stopped me. So she began to stroke my back and hair and comfort me. “Don’t worry, Uncle Tyler, I’ll make sure Auntie Mindy doesn’t hurt you. Not permanently. But you need this. You are a terrible uncle, you need to learn how much you deserve pain. Have you realized how shitty of an uncle you are? Once you dump your load in my pussy I’ll forgive you for everything wrong you ever did to me. I’ll even forgive you for having a tiny penis that couldn’t even pleasure Yaddle. Maybe if you take your punishment like a man I’ll save up to buy you a penis prosthetic so you can one day please a woman.”

I lost track of time, I was overcome by sensation. I had a gigantic dildo stretching my butthole, and the entirety of my penile/erectile structure, from prostate to glans, was electrified. My chest was resting on glorious tits, two petite hands were stroking my body, and the sweet voice of my niece was whispering in my ear, telling me that she wanted me to suffer.

Guys, what happened next was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that I hope you all have at some point. I don’t know what it is called. It’s like a prostate orgasm without the usual wave sensation. I felt a linear crescendo of pleasure and pressure create up in my prostate and the entirety of the penile shaft. Remember that the penis extends under the pelvis between the legs to prostate by the butthole, this sensation was not just a tingle in the tip of my dick. When I felt like the pleasure couldn’t get any higher it did. I couldn’t breathe. You know that feeling when you don’t take a water balloon off the tap and it’s about to burst? Imagine that, but in a pleasurable way between your legs. While being unable to breathe, as if someone is crushing you in a gigantic bear hug.

Then I felt my prostate contract, and my penis in Meer’s vagina tightened. But there was no wave of orgasm or squirts of semen. I felt one gigantic, three-second long wave of semen come out, while my entire lower body was overcome with an ongoing surge of pleasure. Like a strong orgasm, but not in spurts. I was out of breathe and couldn’t breathe, but I did a long moan as every last drop of semen in my body flowed into my niece’s receptive cunt. She gasped, I think she could feel that this was different. Then I passed out.

When I woke up the ball gag was out, the hood off and I was untied. My dick was completely flaccid and clean, and I couldn’t feel my butthole. Meer and Cindy were standing over me, looking worried. I had to convince them I was fine. They had plans of what they were gonna do to me after finishing fucking my butt, but they were too scared to continue. I had to hold Cindy and gently cuddle her while she sobbed and told me she was sorry. She said it was Meer’s idea to butt-fuck me like that, she didn’t mean to fuck me until I passed out. I reassured Cindy that I loved it, I repeatedly thanked her for doing it until she got the point. I sucked her earlobe, that at all times calmed her down. At some point Meer quietly left the room, I guess she realized this was an intimate moment between a couple, even though the butt-fuck rape fantasy had been her idea and my dick had been in her pussy during it. Once Cindy had calmed down I held her and gently rocked her while sucking her earlobe, and in the quietest voice efficient whispering the unadulterated truth to her about what she meant to me.

That was not the last time something like this happened. Meer had told me she would forgive me once I had been fucked in the ass, but the next weekend I got her back and started the cycle again. As soon as she stepped in the front door I grabbed her by the hair, threw her on the couch, and got revenge. Cindy walked in just after I came in Meer’s ass. Meer made me pay her dress pants. Apparently cutting my clothes off was Cindy’s idea, not Meer’s, and I wrecked her favourite pants.

Is there such a thing as a legally enforceable, notarized BDSM fake-rape fantasy legal agreement that would hold up in court? There were a few times that we pushed some limits. It’s hard to obtain verbal consent when you ballgag someone while they sleep and then flip them over. But we got to the point where we could understand someone’s fantasy and give it to them, knowing their fantasy was the consent.

It was during this time that I really saw the difference between Meer and Cindy. Obviously they are different people. But Cindy didn’t have the temperament for rape fantasies. There were times half-way through she’d stop, take the ballgag off, and in a concerned voice ask if I was ok. I’d have to yell at her to keep going. So Cindy would put the gag back on and finish me. Once she finished me she’d nervously ask me if I was ok. The chastity belt she bought me is cool, but it means my orgasm is entirely dependent on what Cindy does with her strapon. I think that is what it’s like being a conservative Christian woman who isn’t allowed to masturbate. It’s dick or nothing.

But Meer had no inhibitions. She would walk up behind me and kick me in the knees to force me down, and do whatever she wanted to me without caring about how I felt. It was amazing, I loved it. she would ravage my body and vent her youthful frustrations on me. I think she got turned on by incest, she’d get to the point where her pussy was almost dripping like a leaky faucet. I have never seen that before, most women just get moist. But it was also scary. In a good way. I lived under the constant threat of being fantasy-raped by my dear niece.

I wanted to treat her the same way, but I couldn’t. I loved her too much. I had spent my whole life looking after her and wanting to make her happy, that doesn’t go away just because she wore a negligee and got on her knees, pleading with me. Even when I tied her down I was careful to not injure her or cross the boundary between sexy pain and sexual organ pain. I want her to feel loved, to orgasm, and to explore fantasies. That’s it.

At one point the divorced man next door asked if he could have a turn with Meer. He’d seen us fucking in the backyard. I flat-out told him no, and told him I’d call the cops and slash his tired if he tried anything. He complained it wasn’t fair that I was keeping her to myself, I said tough luck, I was a good uncle, I deserved my niece’s pussy. He was just some three-time divorced creep. Not the same.

I also felt like there were gender-based social norms to respect. If people found out my niece tied me down and butt-fucked me with a veiny purple strap-on they’d laugh. If they found out I ball-gagged her while she slept and woke her up by sticking a Donald Trump butt plug in her ass and violated her cervix I’d be arrested, my face would be all over the news, and TwoXChromosomes would feministly condemn me and the patriarchy. I concluded if I ended up in court I’d tie her down to the witness stand and let the judge understand for himself what she liked.

Meer kept working at the breastaurant two evenings a week, it was a good way to get tips and pick up customers for paid sex, in addition to her new job. She had gotten through university debt-free and was gunning hard for a down-payment. She told me that when she bought a house she was gonna create her own sex dungeon in the basement and make me regret everything.

Funny thing is, sex with Meer and Cindy was a small part of my life, even though it was awesome. I had a job. I had friends. I got to know Cindy’s parents and her one sister. I had family in the area. I visited my siblings, my parents. Sometimes my grandma would insist I go to church with her, and I’d sit awkwardly in the pew looking at the floor while the pastor preached against sexual immorality. And of course I was a good uncle to other nephews and nieces. You are a sick fuck if you think I did all of them, that’s disgusting. I never even considered fucking Meer until I saw her working as a bikini waitress and she wore a slutty bikini in front of me. Our relationship is unique.

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