Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2018 21:43:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: Conditioned to Fuck - Chapter 2 Conditioned to Fuck, Chapter 2 Bisexual Incest Nifty/Prolific Author/Las Vegas If you enjoy these stories, please contribute to Nifty The part regarding the visit to my uncle's where he introduces me to my new BFF; his tongue. The relationship with my new BFF, my uncle's tongue, began when I was 13, and my step-brothers who were now 16 and 17 and I went to visit my uncle. We were only there for a week so my uncle wasted no time in getting me alone. Mark and Andy were given the old master bedroom which now served as a guest bedroom to share which was in the opposite end of the house from where my uncle and I were sleeping. My uncle put me in his office which had a sofa bed and was connected to his bedroom by a bathroom. He called it his bedroom suite. This meant that you could go from his bedroom to his office, where I was to sleep, without going into the hallway. Then first night when it was time to get ready for bed I noticed the bathroom doors were kept open by small plants and when I went to move them my uncle said to not bother that they were there for convenience and I should just ignore them as he would not look. Of course, I wanted him to look, and he was looking alright. Feeling his eyes on me as I undressed and showered, and dried off, and put on my sleeper was exciting. The idea of showering with him watching me was hot and I used a lot of bar soap washing my tits and pussy. I did it with two hands and came so close to a climax. At this point I did not realize I was an exhibitionist, only that knowing my step, or his sons, my teacher, my principal, the bus driver, my uncle, the delivery guy at the mall, and really anyone that I could show some skin to, were looking at me turned me on to the point that I would masturbate thinking about it. I'm talking about some serious clit rubbing day or night. Did you know girls as young as 12 or 13 masturbate all the time? I knew I had developed tits larger than my friends and was constantly trying to wear shorter skirt and tighter jeans to highlight my ass which I was especially proud of. My friends and I all wore yoga pants and we would pull them up as tight as possible so that the material was stretched tight to show our ass cheeks. I loved that you could see I wore a tong under my pants, that is how stretched the material was on me. All my friends were envious of my ass and said so, plus I noticed boys, and teachers, and men on the street, and even the dads of my friends would stare at my ass. I liked the attention. So, when I had no sooner finished putting on my panties and my sleeper my uncle walked in, sat on the toilet and hugged me good night. He held the hug, and I felt a hand on my ass as he told me how much I had grown since the last time, and how beautiful I was. His hand on my ass never stopped squeezing my ass cheeks. He said that "we" should put me to bed and he walked me to the couch telling me if I needed anything during the night I should just call to him, and if I got scared I was welcomed to go join him in his bed as he would not tell anyone. He knew it was sometimes scary to sleep in a strange, dark, house, he said, so call him. All alone, with strange noises and shadows, he added. I was sure he really wanted me to call him and even join him in his bed. It was less that ten steps to where I was to sleep and in that short walk he rubbed my ass, touched my breasts, and kissed my shoulders several times. As I laid down and he covered me up, but his hand immediately went under the blanket. I was only covered up to the waist and I felt his hand on my thigh, rubbing my leg under my sleeper, and then he moved his hand up between my legs. We rubbed me between my legs and leaned over and hissed my breasts (both) right through the material of my sleeper, all the while telling me how beautiful and wonderful, and precious I was. His hand was forcing my legs apart, and then up the hand moved to my crotch, and his finger went into my panty. Uncle was not messing around. I felt his finger slide along my pussy lips for just a minute, maybe two at the most, and then the tip started poking at my pussy. He found the wetness and started spreading it around, using my pussy juices to create more juices, and ultimately to use those juices to slide his finger into me. My legs involuntarily spread themselves for him. The tip, followed by the finger up to the knuckle, and then I was getting finger fucked and I knew he was jerking off with his other hand. He kissed my forehead, said I was special, and then he rammed his entire fat middle finger into me. The pain was something I was not expecting, and the reaction of my pushing up against the finger and squeezing my legs together to trap his hand surprised me. It was as if my body wanted his finger in me. He froze, and I knew he had finished. I had not quite climaxed and he told me he would help me get a good night's sleep by making sure I was relaxed. He moved the blanket, climbed on the sleeper couch with me, knelt between my legs and then he kissed my thighs. Soft gentle kisses. First one thigh, and then the other. His mouth slowly went up my legs towards my crotch. Kissing away, until I had to spread my legs even more to accommodate his head. His head pushed my legs all the way apart and I felt his hair rubbing against my pussy through the material of the panty. The next time he spoke it was right against my panties and his warm breath went through the material so that I felt it on my pussy. He said I could yell if I wanted to; I did. It felt so good. I squeezed my legs around his head and then I felt it. The wet tongue moving up and down along the slit of my pussy so that the panty became very wet, very fast. I let out a sort of giggle, and a little shudder and put my hands on his head. Do you have any idea how strong a tongue is? I didn't until that night when his tongue moved my panties aside and started spreading my pussy lips. His tongue did that. Not his fingers or his hand, his tongue. When I felt the tip of his tongue on my clit, I took in a big breath of air, and I said yes, as a long, loud whisper. The pussy eating did not last long, and I felt the orgasm hit me, and then another climax, and finally I came a third time. It was not exactly multiple orgasms, but there were only a few seconds between each of the three climaxes. All this intense coming on my part happened so quickly, and his tongue never stopped licking away. Well, licking and the tip of his tongue's penetration so that I was even tongue fucked some. He left without saying good night. Mark and Andy knew. At first, I thought it was because my uncle could not keep his hands off me out by the pool. He offered to put suntan lotion on me and did not wait for an answer. His hands were all over my body, and not just on the exposed places, and not just where a mistaken touch might happen. His hands, which were all oiled up, went into my top where he squeezed my breasts and pulled at my nipples. And into the bottom of my two-piece swimsuit where he ran his slippery finger along my pussy lips. I did not know it was possible to get knuckle fucked. The fat knuckle of his middle finger started poking at my pussy, jabbing my clit, twisting this way and that until my hips were rocking every which way. I really thought I was going to lose my virginity, that is how naïve I was about what was happening. I was laying on my stomach and I remember arching my back, my feet raising off the pool deck, my head moving up and backward, and my making two fists as the orgasm hit me. I thought I was going to have a hard attack and I could barely breath. My climax was that intense. My uncle said we should get in the pool and cool off. I was so shaken by how hard my orgasm had been that my uncle had to help me stand and then he half walked, half carried me into the pool. Mark and Andy were wearing suffer trunks, but uncle had on a bight yellow speedo. The outline of his erection was so big and obvious. The vein that runs up the back of his dick, the vein that I would come to know so intimately during my visit, looked like a pencil. His balls like two large eggs. And the head of his dick. It was as if he had two small apricots growing into each other at the end of his cock. In the pool he carried me around in the water with my legs wrapped around his waist, facing him, my crotch with a very sensitive pussy from having been knuckle fucked pressed tightly against his erection. As we moved around in the water he spoke into my ear and whispered how bad it was that he could not teach me the joys of taking a dick. He said it over and over until I felt his cock deflate and I knew he had come in his speedos. Mark and Andy would wink at me. Or, they would look at each over and try to suppress a laugh. Finally, they could no longer control themselves and began to show me their tongues. It was then that I realized they knew what my uncle and I were doing during the visit not because of what happened out by the pool, but before that. In the bedroom. At night. And in the middle of the afternoon. And midmorning. Every time my uncle put the tongue to me and I let him. When I had been yelling at the top of my head for my uncle to lick me harder. They would mime eating pussy, or having an orgasm, or shaking the head as if out of control. It was non-stop, and had I not been dying of embarrassment it would have been funny. It did not help that my uncle saw their behavior as an opportunity to keep me on constant tongue. Going down on me four, five times a day. Then of course at night. I guess he figured it the boys knew why hide it. He must have figured that I was going home, and it would be over for him. The height of shame came when he started talking to Mark and Andy about eating pussy, in front of me. With me sitting right there, they had conversations about cunt licking, and how some cunts can cream just from the anticipation of getting the tongue. Uncle looked at me when he told them that I was an example of that. That their step-sister had a new BFF, his tongue. They laughed thinking that was the funniest thing in the work. I hated that I could feel that my panties were wet. Coming up: Conditioned to Fuck, Chapter 3 The point in the story where my step-dad gets an update, and I get his hardon.