Trick Or Treat With Uncle Bob
by Lubrican
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CHAPTER FOUR
Alice was the first one back. She walked in proudly on her high heels. This time the bustier supported her naked teen titties, with their pink jutting nipples. And the wispy panties showed her blond pubes too. She walked in proudly, her chest jutting.
"Do I look sexy?" she asked.
Betty stepped aside so Alice could see her Uncle Bob and said, "I don't know honey, let's ask Bob."
Alice stopped as if she'd run into a brick wall and stared at the first erect male penis she'd seen outside of a computer screen or magazine.
Bob said, "You have a pecker factor of ten ... mistress."
Alice kept staring. "It's so big," she said breathily.
Mary walked into the room. Not only had she taken off the body suit, she'd left the witch's bra behind too. Her naked breasts clung to her chest, looking small against her tall frame. But she was excited, because her dark nipples stuck out far enough to hang a necklace on. "I decided that, since we'll be dancing, it might be too hot to wear the whole costume," she said. Then she saw Bob too and her mouth closed.
Betty said in her zombie voice. "Zombie has adjusted slave's costume. Witch and Vampire must be careful when dancing with slave or belly might swell up like watermelon."
"Mom!" chorused both girls.
"Zombie," their mother corrected. "Zombie know what she is talking about. Zombie's belly swell up two times before she die and become zombie."
Betty shuffled over to the stereo. She fumbled with buttons, but nothing happened. She turned around to face the girls and said, "Zombie want dance. Zombie show girls danger. Girls make music come out of stereo."
Laughing, Mary went to the stereo and a fast beating rock and roll tune started playing. Betty held up her hand. "Zombie want soft music ... slow music ... zombie can't dance fast. Arms and legs might fall off." More button pushing and a soft rock song came on. It was Annie Lennox and the zombie smiled.
She went to Bob and melted against him, reaching down to force his stone hard prick between her legs. Then she shuffled with him in small circles, her thighs clamped to his cock. Their movement practically masturbated him. She looked up at Bob, who was smiling. Bob was having a good time.
"Zombie want kiss," said Betty. Their kiss started slowly, but it heated up very quickly until Bob's hands were all over her. Betty moved backward, slowly, toward the couch, until she felt it against her calves and she pulled him as she fell onto it. It didn't work out the way she planned. She landed on the couch flat on her back, but he tried not to fall on top of her for fear he'd hurt her. As a result he hit the edge of the seat and bounced to the floor. He did a pushup and found himself staring between her spread legs, at the bald pussy lips her costume didn't cover. Before she could do anything he slid his face between her legs and sucked those puffy pussy lips into his mouth.
"Ahhhhhh," the zombie groaned and then, "Mmmmmm" as his tongue slithered into her pussy. Her own hands came up to her breasts and she pulled on her nipples, pulling them away from her body. Bob found her clit and sucked that too, flicking it over and over with his tongue tip.
Bob wanted to fuck her. But he also knew that, in his role as a slave, an achingly hard prick was an asset. So he concentrated on licking her clit until she came, writhing on the couch, humping her pussy up against his face. When she collapsed limply he pulled his face away from her satisfied pussy and wiped it on the cloth around her legs.
He stood up and turned around, his boner pointing at Mary. "Does mistress wish to dance?" he asked formally.
Mary had watched her mother while Bob had eaten her pussy, and it almost scared her to see her mother reduced to her current almost incoherent state. The thought of Uncle Bob doing that to her was at once exciting and horrifying. She took a step back.
"I will!" said Alice and she came to stand in front of Bob. "The slave will dance with me," she ordered. Alice was an inch shorter than her mother, but her Vampirella high heels made her three inches taller than usual. It was as if his prick was made to nestle in her triangle of love. She put his cock there and then put her arms around him. They hadn't danced but fifteen or twenty seconds when she pushed him away, hooked her thumbs in the panty that went with the outfit, and bent over, pushing them down. Getting them past the high heels took some doing, but then she stepped daintily out of them and then kicked them with one toe toward a wall. Then she snuggled up to her uncle to dance again. This time, when she put his cock between her legs, he felt heat and slippery pussy lips slide along the top of his cock.
"Mmmm, much better," she said into his chest. Then she held her face up for a kiss and, while Bob kissed her long enough for her knees to get weak, he also cupped and fondled her now-naked buns. She got her hip movements coordinated and got wetter and wetter as she slid back and forth, riding the top of his prick. Finally he pulled back. She sighed and looked up at him. "Would you do to me what you did to Mommy?"
Several things flashed through Bob's mind, the first of which was the memory of his rampant prick sinking into Betty to his nuts. But then he decided that perhaps she was thinking of what he had just recently done to her mother, who was still lying draped on the couch, relaxed after her orgasm. She had a glass of wine in her hand now and was taking sips. Mary must have gotten it for her.
"I'd be happy to," he said. "But I can't. My mistress hasn't told me what to do."
Alice's eyes widened, but then smiled. She pulled him to the couch and pointed to the floor. "Get down on your knees slave!" she ordered. He did and she turned him to face the couch. Then she sat on the couch and spread her legs, lifting them up until the heels of the high heels dug into the cushion of the couch. The flowing parts of the costume covered her pussy as she lay back and looked at him. Then, as if she'd practiced it twenty five times, her hands drew her costume aside, baring her blond muff. "Slave ... lick me."
Bob cheated just a little. Instead of going straight for her pussy, he got between her thighs and leaned forward to suckle at her pink nipples, supported by the quarter cup bustier. She sighed and made appreciative noises. Then he kissed his way down her belly until he reached her golden curls. Mussing them with his lips, he kissed closer and closer to her plump labia. She wiggled more and more as he got closer and closer. He kissed down the sides of her pussy, not touching her pussy lips, until he had passed that area and was kissing her thighs.
"Slave!" she moaned. "I told you to lick me. Lick my pussy now, slave!"
She blushed as she said the word "pussy", but managed to spread her thighs a fraction more. Bob quit playing with her and descended on her virgin pussy, licking, sucking, and mooshing his face around in her slippery sex as she squealed and jerked. He settled for licking her clit over and over and over again. She loved it - she told him so over and over - but she didn't cum. He sucked her clit and she loved that too.
"Ohhhh, you could do that all day Uncle Bob," she sighed.
But she didn't cum.
Bob had known women who loved to have their pussy licked, but who had vaginal orgasms, rather than clitoral ones, for the most part. He knew one woman who could have a clitoral orgasm one moment, and not the next, needing something inside her to cum. He slid one hand down from her knee, where he had been holding her open, and got his fucking finger nice and slippery with her juice. Then he wormed the tip into her pussy and, as he sucked and licked her clit, slowly shoved it up in her. She was tight. She was very very tight.
"Ahhhhhh," she groaned, her hips moving side to side. "Ohhh that feels good ... I like that ..."
Slowly Bob started finger-fucking her, driving deep enough to rim her cervix. She got more and more excited, saying how fantastic that felt. He added his index finger, noting that she didn't wince. Her hymen was gone, but she was tight. Nothing bigger than his finger had ever been in there. That much was obvious. And she really liked vaginal stimulation.
Bob continued to finger-fuck her as he kissed his way back up to her breasts. He sucked and bit her nipples gently as his finger speeded up.
"Ohhh, I love that Uncle Bob!" she moaned happily.
Bob looked to Alice's right and saw that Betty was holding her daughter's hand, watching. He reared back on his knees and moved up until his iron hard cock was able to touch Alice's pussy. He fisted it and then started rubbing it between her pussy lips, up and down her slot, rubbing it over her clit. Alice looked down at what was touching her and bit her lip, her eyes big again.
Now when he slid it through her slit he pushed a little, so the tip went into her channel a little bit. But he pulled back as he rubbed it on up to her clit, or down to where her cherry used to be. Each time he pressed a little harder, but always moved the tip on up or down.
"Slave," said Alice, her voice low and quiet.
"Yes mistress," said Bob.
"Put it in my pussy slave," she whispered. Her mother turned her head to look in her daughter's eyes. Alice looked back and, while they were staring at each other, Alice repeated herself. "Slave!" her voice was louder, but not much. "I told you to put it in my pussy slave."
Bob centered his cock in her slot and leaned forward. His cock bent just a little and then the head popped through her stretched pussy lips.
"Ph, Ow!" complained Alice, and she lifted her butt up off the couch, digging in her high heels. That, unfortunately, only caused her pussy to climb another two inches onto her uncle's prod. She was breathing raggedly now, making moaning sounds, but Bob decided to get it over with. He leaned forward again and slowly, his cock slid the rest of the way into his sixteen year old niece. Her groan sounded like something the zombie next to her should have produced. Bob leaned forward and, as his prick bottomed out in the girl, sucked hard on one tender nipple. That pain replaced what had been the center of attention and she yelled, "OWWWW!"
Bob pulled almost out of her and switched to the other nipple, which he treated much more gently. Then he slid his cock back into her. This time it wasn't so bad. Her body was already adjusting to his girth. He pulled back out and let her rest a few seconds, and then bored on in again. This time he let it stay deep and moved his lips to hers, kissing her a long, passionate kiss, with lots of tongue. By the time that kiss was over, Alice had decided that having her uncle's cock in her pussy was a good thing.
Alice pushed her uncle back. "I want to see," she said. Bob put his hands on his hips and leaned his back away from her while pushing his hips toward her. She stared down as he rocked backward and his cock pulled out of her pussy. Then he rocked forward and she watched, her mouth open as his cock filled her again. He did that several more times until he was fucking her at a nice leisurely pace. Betty's hand appeared suddenly and fluttered on her daughter's belly. The fake zombie fingernails looked gruesome against Alice's white skin. Betty's hand disappeared and came back, minus the fingernails. She lay her hand on Alice's belly and her fingers began to drift down to where Bob's prick was sliding in and out of her daughter's body. Betty settled one finger on Alice's go button and gently began to flick Alice's clitty.
That was the combination of things that Alice had needed to reach her orgasm with three people watching her. The combined stimulus overcame her shyness and she began to pant and chant her Uncle's name over and over again. On her eighth or ninth "Oh Uncle Bob" she went rigid and a guttural "Uhhhng!" came from her throat as her pussy clenched around the invading cock. She keened as the orgasm hit and her left hand came up and pinched one nipple hard enough that Bob winced. Her other hand was still gripping her mother's hand as she had this first experience.
Bob stopped fucking her, trying not to cum in her virgin pussy. But her muscles squeezed and coaxed and the knowledge that she was having her very first orgasm with a prick in her was too much. Bob leaned in and arched his back as his balls worked and thick semen flooded Alice's pussy. He was deep in her and her teenage body sucked up all that cum as if it were dry earth. Bob gasped as his cock spat again. He got light-headed and wanted to just fall backward, but he didn't. He stayed right where he was, his cock delivering more and more hot sperm into Alice's belly.
With every spurt all he could think of was, "Is this the trick ... or the treat?"
Finally it was over, and both fucker and fuckee began to relax.
Alice rolled her head toward her mother. "Ohhh, thank you Mom," she sighed.
"What for?" asked Betty. "I didn't do much."
"You let Uncle Bob do that for me. You could have stopped him."
"You're welcome sweetheart," said Betty.
Bob's knees hurt, and he had to move. He started pulling his cock out of her slowly, his cock shiny and milky looking. Both mother and daughter watched as the half hard penis vacated her well-fucked pussy.
But When Bob pulled out of Alice, there was a long string of milky white sperm that was still attached to his cock and stretched to her gaping pussy mouth.
Mary was looking too, over her uncle's shoulder. "Ohhhh!" she said, "He squirted in her!"
Bob, his chest still heaving, knew he might be in trouble. He decided to overact his response and, adopting a subservient attitude, whined "I tried to stop ... but I just couldn't ... I couldn't help it ... she was so hot and her pussy sucked it out of me."
Betty reached over and hooked her finger under the string, pulling it up and breaking it. The two loose ends snapped up and stuck to her finger. As if she did it every day, Betty put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. Then she addressed Bob.
"You were supposed to ask first before you knocked them up, slave!" She shook her head. "You're a very bad slave."
Alice was still staring at her pussy, which was oozing globs of thick white stuff. "Uncle Bob squirted sperm in my pussy? I could be pregnant?" she said, her voice low and filled with emotion. She looked up at her uncle. "You just made me pregnant?" Her tone was accusatory, and her eyes were glazed as her mind struggled to deal with the information she now had.
"It doesn't always make a woman pregnant," said Bob in his whiney voice. "Sometimes it takes months and even years to get a woman pregnant."
"Doesn't that taste nasty?" asked Mary, ignoring her uncle and talking to her mother.
"Oh no, it's not nasty at all. Your uncle ... I mean your slave has yummy sperm. Try some." she suggested, reaching for her younger daughter's pussy and getting her finger all wet again. She cleaned her finger in her mouth and smacked her lips.
"Ewwwwwww," said Mary. But, tentatively, she reached toward Alice's pussy. "Can I?" she asked her sister.
Alice was still in shock from thinking she might have Uncle Bob's baby. Things were going awfully fast for her. "What? Oh. Um ... OK," she said.
Mary swiped her finger through a glob of the viscous spend and jerked her hand back. She examined the blob on her fingertip and, closing her eyes tightly, she put her finger in her mouth. She left it there for a few seconds, unable to suck it clean, but finally she pulled her finger out. Keeping her eyes closed tightly she tasted. Her eyes popped open and a surprised look came over her face. "It does taste OK," she said. "Kind of salty sweet somehow."
Betty smiled. "It's even better straight from the faucet, so to speak, which, if you want to try what Alice just tried, is what you'll need to do to get this worthless pile of bones hard again.
Mary's mouth assumed the perfect shape to do just that. "You mean ... suck ... it?"
Betty laughed. "Don't tell me a seventeen year old girl these days doesn't know about blow jobs."
Mary frowned. "Of course I know about them. I just never thought of actually doing it."
"Well, you don't have to, of course," said Betty. "You don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
"It looked like it hurt," said Mary. She was obviously talking about what Bob had done to her sister, and not the blow job, but it took both Bob and Betty a second to figure that out. Mary absently put her finger back in her mouth and sucked on it again.
Alice's eyes cleared. There was a sparkle in them now. "It did hurt," she said. "But then it got better and better and better and I want to do it again. Slave, do it again!" she ordered.
Bob looked down at his limp dick. "I think Slave is all done for a while," he said.
Betty got up and pushed Bob down where she had been. "Come on girls, I'll show you how to tell if a man's finished or not."
She pushed Bob's knees apart and kneeled between them. Then she bent over and, with two fingers, held is cock up enough to stuff it in her mouth. She sucked strongly on it and pulled her mouth off slowly, stretching his cock. It looked funny because now it was thin.
"Hey!" he said. "Take it easy, there!"
Betty let his cock pop out of her mouth and looked up at him. "You just be quiet. You were a bad slave and now you can't please your mistresses."
Alice slid one of her fingers down into her sloppy pussy and got a finger good and gooey. Then she brought it up to her mouth and sucked it clean. "That's not so horrible," she commented, reaching for another glob. Soon she was cleaning herself like a cat, licking its paw, while keeping one eye on her mother, who was sucking Bob's cock, and doing so with ... vigor.
Betty pulled off and saw that Bob's cock was no longer a shriveled wrinkled little sausage. She had either sucked some blood into it, or he was stimulated, because it had lengthened enough that now she could get her hand around the shaft. She turned her head to find Mary kneeling on the outside of Bob's right leg. "You want to try it?" asked Betty.
Mary nodded. "OK."
Betty backed up and Mary tentatively wrapped her fingers around her uncle's penis. "Oooo it's so soft and mooshy!" she exclaimed.
Betty laughed. "That's what we're trying to fix."
Mary bent over Bob's lap and peered at this amazing thing that had just been inside her sister. Instead of taking it into her mouth, she kissed the tip and then looked up at Bob to see what his reaction was. He was smiling down at her so she kissed it again, this time letting her lips part a little and rub two sides of the knob at the end of his cock. She felt something through her hand and squeezed his rod tighter, stopping everything else. She felt a faint thumping that was transmitted to her hand through his skin.
Her eyes got wide. "I can feel your pulse!" she said, amazed. Betty reached over and moved Mary's grip up and down, showing her how to jack on Bob's stalk. She could tell it was getting a little firmer. Now she leaned over and opened her mouth, letting it drop over the knob. Her first sensation was not taste, but texture. The knob was smooth and firm and it felt ... wonderful against her tongue. Her lips closed around the shaft and she gave a tentative suck. As her cheeks caved in his cock seemed to fill her mouth. The skin was so soft and smooth that she knew immediately that she'd do this again ... often, if he'd let her. It was fun! She was so engrossed in experiencing the feel and taste that she didn't realize he was almost fully hard until she felt something very firm in her hand. She pulled her drooling mouth off his cock and stared in awe at the long, hard and wet thing she had created. Now she could feel his pulse much more easily.
"What do I do now?" asked Mary, admiring the stiff cock she was responsible for.
"What do you want to do now?" asked her mother.
"I want to feel it in me," said Mary "But I'm scared."
"Why don't you make this bad slave lie down and you can be on top. Then you can decide how much to put in you." Betty felt flushed. This whole idea of letting her daughters get fucked was at once amazingly stimulating, and just plain crazy. But it was too late now.
"Oh, I like that idea," said Mary. She stood up and looked around. "Uncle ... slave, I want you to lie down there, on the rug." she pointed.
Bob got up. His cock was hard, but he still felt the combination of pain and loss of sensation that he felt after an ejaculation. He knew that, if he could get it in her, he'd be able to give her a good long ride before there would be any urge to shoot again. He lay down on the floor. His cock flopped down and lay on his abdomen.
Mary came and stood next to him. She bent over and slid her witch's panties down, stepping out of them. Now all she had on was the hat and the fake nose, with the warts. Bob wanted to laugh, but this was not the time. She stepped one foot over him, putting her pussy above his cock. She looked as tall as a giantess and was half sexy and half horrifying. The combination of witch's nose and naked body was strangely erotic. "Help me slave," she said as she began squatting. She put both her hands on his chest and he reached down to make his cock stand up. He moved it to meet her pussy and then let go when she kept going down.
Mary had never done this before, and she had no idea what to expect. She'd had a finger in her, and that didn't hurt. She'd even had two fingers in her and that felt even better. But she knew, academically, that there was pain involved in a virgin's first fuck. Everybody said so. She just didn't know when, and how much pain there would be. She was one turned-on girl, though, and the thought of actually having her uncle's cock in her pussy had her over-excited.
As a result she sat down on that cock a little too quickly, and let it go a little to deep. Her feet were too far forward, and she lost her balance, literally fallilng onto his sword. The tip of his penis went from being nestled against her flushed pussy lips, to nosing into her cervix, in a little less than a second.
"UhhhhhhhhhnnnnngooOOOOOOWWWWW," she gurgled and whined as she felt the pain and pressure of being filled. "Ohhh, it hurts, Uncle Bob!" She couldn't rise up off of it because her feet were in the wrong place. She pushed with her hands, but all that did was lean her back, which had the effect of making her weight fall even harder on his cock.
Bob knew an emergency when he saw one, and he batted her hands to the sides and pulled her down, mashing her hard teen tits against his chest. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her up and off his cock. She let out such a groan of relief that he just held her and kissed her hair.
"Went a little too fast?" he whispered.
She nodded her head furiously and sniffled.
"Stings a little, huh?" he commented.
Again she nodded furiously.
"Sure felt good to me, though," he sighed. "You're so hot and tight. You have a real trick or treat pussy, one that's just the perfect pussy for fucking."
She raised her head at that. Her eyes were teary, but she wasn't actually crying. "Really?" she sniffed. "It sure didn't feel very perfect."
"That's just because you went too fast. Here. Scoot down and rub around on my cock a little, and let it go in a little. Just play and do what feels good."
Bob got her to do that. She liked rubbing her pussy along his rigid cock. She tensed up the first time the tip got caught in her hole and bored in a little, but she stopped, and there was no pain. So she pushed a little more and the head popped in her. Now her clit was rubbing on the top of Bob's cock as she wiggled on him with the head of his prick in her pussy.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good," she moaned.
She spent ten minutes wiggling herself back down onto his cock, but at the end of those ten minutes, she sat up, a very happy girl, very ready to find out if this 'fucking' thing was as good as everybody said it was. She had both hands on his chest again, and she had brought her knees up so that her shins were on the floor, her toes pointed. She could now use her thigh muscles to lift herself up, almost off of her uncle's stone hard prong. Her brown hair hung down, shrouding her face as she just sat there.
"You're in me," she said, staring into her uncle's eyes.
"I've been in you for a while now," he said, smiling.
"No, I mean for the first time, a man is inside me, and it doesn't hurt, and I love it, and I want to have an orgasm this way."
"I'll do my best," said Bob.
She leaned forward and put both hands on his chest. Her thigh muscles corded as she used them to slide up his pole, and then she let herself down. There was a slap of her skin hitting his.
"Mmmmm that's nice," she said. "I'm soooo full, but it's nice." She did it again, and then twice more in rapid succession, before sitting on him with all her weight again. She smiled, and leaned forward again to hold some of her weight with her hands.
Then, without warning, her thighs corded again and relaxed, over and over until she was bouncing. Faster and faster she went until her hair was flying in the air. She was squealing now as she fucked him and the slap slap of her buttocks hitting his things was rapid and regular as she used his cock to reach deep inside her. She was pounding herself on him, her eyes wild. Her face screwed up and she huffed, her fingers digging into his chest and then she sat hard and rubbed backward and forward as she came on his cock.
Again the urge to fertilize this young girl came on Bob without warning. He knew he should push her off, or yell, or do something, but he also knew it wouldn't do any good. So once again, Bob played trick or treat and let himself hose out an unprotected virgin during her first fuck. He may have cum only an hour before, but he still came hard, powering his spunk into her womb as she rode him through her own orgasm.
Now she rocked slower and slower as her orgasm cooled. Finally she was still, leaning on his chest, just panting. Her face came back down and she licked her lips. "That wasn't so bad," she said. Then she smiled. "Fucking makes me hungry!" She stood up and, as she did so, the evidence that Bob had cum in her began drooling out of her gaping pussy. Long strings of white cum drooped down and as she stopped, staring at it, the strings broke off and plopped down onto his mat of pubic hair.
Betty, her voice low and filled with emotion, said "You came in my other daughter, too?"
Bob tried to sound remorseful. "It just happened. It was too late to warn her. Besides, it happened while she was in the middle of her very first orgasm. I didn't want to ruin it for her," he said.
"You are the most worthless, low down, no good and probably the most virile slave I have ever seen in my whole life," said Betty, with almost no heat in her words. "Now get up and go and get us something to eat." She shook her head as he left.
Bob hopped up and, prick flopping, ran around getting whatever each woman wanted and hand feeding it to her. All three of them talked about him like he wasn't there, comparing notes on whether he was a "good fuck" or a "medium fuck" or "just plain worthless" as Betty characterized him initially.
Betty complained. "He's so impulsive. He doesn't think about how what he does affects other people."
"I had a good time!" said Alice smugly.
"Oh I had a good time too ... eventually," said Mary, making sure Bob could hear her. "I suppose I could give him a second chance."
An hour passed in this pleasant pastime as the women ignored Bob, other than telling him to do this, or feed them that. Betty watched him, trying to gauge when he had had enough. When she thought he was getting tired of the game she stood up.
She went to Bob and reached up, unclasping the slave collar and taking it off.
"I'd like to dance with my brother now," she said.
They more cuddled than danced, and they spent a lot of time kissing, regardless of whether the music was slow or fast. It was during a ZZ Top song that Bob's prick bloomed again. That song brought back the memory of the first time he had sneaked a peek at his half-sister's naked body while she was drying off after a shower. It had been one of his favorite memories for years. That song had been playing when he went to his room to beat off, thinking about the naked girl in the other room.
Bob reached down and stooped a little. He grabbed his stiff prod and tried to dig the tip between Betty's bald pussy lips.
She kissed him again. "Is it finally my turn for a treat?" she asked. He nodded fast, like a little boy who wants it plainly understood that his answer is "yes". Betty turned to her daughters, who were relaxing on the couch, both their pussies still full of warm sperm.
"See girls? The nice thing about a good man is that he'll get hard for you several times a night." She took him by the hand. "We're tired out girls. I think we'll just go to bed now. Thank you for a wonderful party."
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