"If you're not a kid," he said finally, "you won't mind me doing this." His huge, calloused hand dropped to her left breast, squeezing it.
"Don't! I… I'll tell Penny."
Scowling, Lew removed his hand. "Like I said – a punk kid with nice legs."
She saw two of him: twin fuzzy faces swimming before her green eyes. She wasn't a kid. Wasn't! She'd stopped being a kid when the little slit between her legs began to bleed, and Mummy showed her how to put red X's on the calendar. She told him so; she replaced his hand, leaned forward with her head on his chest, and let him feel.
Before she knew what was happening, Lew had the buttons open down the front of her blouse and was undoing the snaps at her back. She felt the bra drop free, felt his rough fingers kneading her nipples. She was frightened, but she didn't want him to call her a kid again. And the liquor was doing funny things to her head… making the room spin… making the TV announcer's voice sound like it was coming from the deep end of a tunnel.
Lew pushed her gently away; he made her lie back, slouched down on the cushions, the blouse hanging open at either side of her pink and white pointy tits. "Bet you taste good all over," he said, mouthing one rigid peak.
Wendy gasped. No one had ever sucked her small titties before. Her head and the room began to spin faster. She wanted him to stop. His tongue was doing strange things to her insides. Her tight little red pussy felt swollen, and each time he licked a nipple the button hidden down there seemed to vibrate and tingle.
Suddenly Lew took hold of her wrist and guided her hand to the huge bulge in his pants. "Play with my cock," he told her. "Take it out. Show me how grown-up you are."
"Nooo…!" she breathed, trying to back away. But he had wedged her into the corner of the sofa, and he undid the zipper himself, forcing her hand inside the open fly of the pants. Her trembling fingers touched him: he was hot and hard! Again she gasped. She had never imagined a man's thing could be so big.
"Ummm!" Lew's hips bucked, ramming the round head of his prick into the smooth palm of her hand. "Stroke it, honey. Up and down. Be nice to Uncle Lew."
She didn't want to. Oh, she didn't want to: she was so scared she thought for sure she'd shake right out of her clothes. She'd seen other girls do it – jerk boys off in the movies: pump up and down until white creamy stuff spurted, then wipe the tip clean with a hanky. She'd even seen one girl bend and take the awful thing in her mouth while it was spitting. But she'd never before seen one close up, or touched one. And those she had seen were mere toothpicks compared to the fat, veiny shaft she now held in her hand.
Lew groaned as her tiny hand freed him and moved tentatively up and down. "Do it, baby. Babydoll… ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Jesus, that's it. That's the fucking way." He let go of her wrist. His hand moved slowly up the inside of her thigh, toward the hem of the mini.
"Ow, don't! Don't!" She tried to close her legs to stop his hand from advancing, but his fingers had already found the legband of her panties, and one was boring hard into her virgin cunthole. She released his stiff cock, balled her tiny hands into fists, and beat furiously on his shoulders. "Stop, oh please, Uncle Lew, stop!!"
"Stop? I'll stop!" growled Lew, falling upon her, his weight pressing her back over the armrest. "I'll stop after I get my ten inches of dick up into your sweet belly!"
"You-you're hurting me," she cried, the pain in her spine so bad she forgot to keep her legs closed. Another stubby finger twisted in, opening and spreading the tender lips of her little red pussy. She was being raped. Oh God, no! she thought. Stop him! True, flirting with a grown man – her best friend's father – was fun, and for a moment she had even enjoyed holding his prick, but she had never meant to let him go this far. His fingers were driving so high in her slit – wetting her, taunting her clit, causing new, fiery sensations along with the pain – she thought sure he was trying to tear out her maidenhead with the sharp nails grating the slippery inner walls of her cunt. She thrashed around, squealing and beating about his head and shoulders until her fists ached. Then she lay still, sobbing, letting him have his way.
"That's my sweetheart – don't fight Uncle Lew. All your old Uncle Lew wants is a piece, a little piece." He used his knees to spread her legs even wider. His wet fingers abandoned her cunt to take hold of the crotch of her panties.
"Ow! No, please! Please don't do it to me." The sound of nylon ripping made her wince. She felt the cold zipper down the front of his pants pressed against her vulva, digging into the pinched crack of her ass. Then the fiery tip of his cock – the awesome thing she'd held in her hand – was pushed against the tight pink aperture between her quivering thighs.
Lew gripped her hips. Using his stiffness to work the torn panties aside, baring her from pubic mound to asshole, he bent her far back over the arm of the sofa, and thrust.
Wendy opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. He was killing her, tearing her cute, red pussy apart with the cock that was too big, too fat, too hard to go where he was trying to put it. Again she balled her hands into fists and beat his head and shoulders. She scratched his face. She whimpered and fought, and tried to wiggle her bottom and her hot virgin cunthole out of reach of his bludgeoning member.
"Motherfucking cock-teaser!" Lew became a wild animal. His hand closed tight around her slim neck, and he squeezed and lunged, making her go rigid with the dual pain of strangulation and hard cock being driven into her belly. "You'll fuck or I'll break your pretty cock-teasing neck!" he snapped, embedding the head of his tool deep in her pussy.
"It won't go. It won't! It won't!" She knew it was no use fighting any more – he'd simply choke her until she opened. But she knew also that the big hard thing protruding from the front of his pants would never fit in her tight little sheath. She was certain of it: nothing that big could be forced up the close channel she'd inspected with a mirror and wondered about almost every night since the periods came. The fat round tip was in – she could feel it, actually feel it, throbbing and growing bigger inside her – but not even Lew, who was tall and strong and seemed to know all about fucking, could stretch the pink tightness ten inches worth.
"Raise your knees," he directed, loosening the grip on her neck.
"Oh! You… you let me go!" she wailed. But she complied, putting her knees in the air, thighs wide at either side of him like in the sex picture book Daddy kept on the top shelf in his bedroom closet.
"Now push up," continued Lew. "Lift your ass when I drive. Help me." His hands went to her bottom, cupping her ass cheeks. His lips covered hers, sucking, sucking.
Her eyes opened wide with new pain as the knob of his cock reached the elastic barrier of her maidenhead. She moaned into his mouth, gagging on his tongue; but she lifted. She planted her feet on the cushions, wanting it over with, wanting his long thing to spit so he'd leave her alone. It was as if he were pushing a tree trunk up her hot, hairy hole.
Suddenly Lew pulled back so far she thought his meat was going to pop out of its sheath. The fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bottom moved down her ass crack. One found her anus, and began to press in. Her sphincter closed tight. "Not there too," she yelped into his mouth, her rectum protesting at the mere threat of violation. "No, Uncle Lew, no!"
Then he thrust, hard! So hard she thought her ass was going through the sofa. The tip of his cock hit the barrier, breaking through as his long middle finger twisted high in her pussy.