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WOES!

By

mush97.

Youth is the most glorious period in the life of a woman. Her entire love
life, pleasure, preoccupation, obsession and other tender feeling are
focused in a small tunnel situated at the joints of her thighs. Her ambition
is that it should be ravaged day and night by the mighty prick of a powerful
man. O hear, this is my story.

"Such a tale of woe; was never heard before!"

We were the creation of a poor lot; my mother was rather a happy go lucky
sort of woman. My father whom we never saw had left us for another 'Fucking
Bitch,' according to her. They fed up with their promiscuous styles of life,
had abandoned each other long ago and she was left with his young daughters.
My other sisters had faithfully followed our parent's footstep, become
pregnant and eloped with their boy friends, leaving us in our present
condition.

Since then, we had a chain of Uncles, who were either our previous employers
or my mother's 'merry time old friends,' and some of them eventually ended
as our stepfathers. She had numerous lovers, but had fewer husbands. She was
like a musical chair and any man with a strong prick could take that seat.
Very curiously, she was neither avaricious nor cared for riches. She often
spent her own on men friends for an illicit love affair. Her entire life was
a king-sized prick and a royal fuck which was dearer to her than all the
treasures of the world.

I was about twelve years old and had not yet fully developed physically. My
breasts were growing bigger day by day; the nipples were nearly sprouting
and frail hair had appeared on my private place. She ordered us to safeguard
it from the sight of men and would say, 'Bitches, don't get fucked
prematurely or you too will end up pregnant and run away.'

My sister, about three years older than I, had full-bodied breasts and a
budding youth. We were very good looking. A pair of beauties as our friends
often termed us. Noticing our mother's unabated flirting and fucking we too
nursed a wish for a similar recipe. We often played and coaxed each other's
organs. However on my side, there was no noticeable effect of that mutual
handling but my sister always relished it.

We met our daily life needs by working on odd jobs. Naturally, our tattered
house was the best we could afford in the prevailing circumstances. In spite
of all that, she had kept us well guarded from the approach of the male
intruders.

One of these benevolent visitors was an extremely handsome man, tall, fair,
with black wavy hair, almost a Greek god, only if he was better than a
ruffian. In fact, he could get any woman he desired, but I never conclude as
to what made him infatuated with my mother who was quite older than him.
Perhaps a victim of an unresolved Oedipus complex. He often called on her
and stayed with her for hours together. However, we were not allowed in the
room, as they were busy 'discussing' our domestic problems. We were usually
offered some money to buy ice cream for ourselves. We were very happy to be
awarded such a generous offer.

Once he visited us when my mother and elder sister were working outdoors in
some wealthy household. He occupied a small sofa and offered me sweets to
commend me for some errands I had performed for him. He made me sit on his
laps, and glued his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. I enjoyed it
and my long wish of playing in the hands of a male was fulfilled.
His breath became deeper and he hugged me closely, and this time his hands
stole to my young breasts. He lifted my blouse, released the two balls and
taking the nipples in his mouth and sucked them very furiously. He then
passed his hand to my clitoris which erected as soon he touched it. I jumped
violently as if confronted with an electric shock.

Caresses continued and he caught the cheeks of my buttock and pulled me
towards him. I was in his embrace and a hard object strained against my
cunt. I asked innocently, 'dear uncle, what you have in your pants which is
pricking me so strongly.' He laughed and said, 'my dear girl, it is a magic
wand.' 'Uncle why do you carry such a large stick,' I asked. 'Well dear, it
is man's stick to give pleasure to good girls like you and to punish bad
girls who don't obey their uncles.' I did not press the question but asked,
'my uncle can you show me this magic stick, I am very curious.' He opened
the fly of his pants and brought out an enormous piece of ivory white rod
which was hard as an iron, longer and thicker than any large banana that I
had ever seen. There was a large knob at its end with a small hole in the
middle.

I reached for it like a greedy child; it was very rigid and hot. Handling it
gave me a strange pleasure and my heart beat faster. I softly moved my
fingers on its entire length and nut. 'Dearest move your hands on my stick
quickly,' implored he, and I increased my speed.

It seemed to please him immensely, portended by the richness of his facial
glamour. He told me, 'pull up your petticoat and I shall give you the
happiness that I have promised.' I was a bit affronted but the pleasure it
afforded restricted any opposition on my part and I readily pushed up my
petticoat. He gave a hungry look at my hairless cunt and perhaps founded
many plans to conquer that unique art of the nature. The clitoris stood
completely erect and shinned like a pearl and to arouse me further he
flicked it strongly. I heaved up and down and embraced him firmly.
He opened the lips of my cunt, fixed the large knob of his rod on the hole
and gave a powerful push. I felt a sharp pain which he ignored and started a
motion at once by which his 'stick' moved back and forth striking against my
hymen. I was thoroughly enjoying his action but he seemed to be enormously
excited himself as he clasped the breasts and sucked the small nipples
furiously. His went hysteric, his stick grew stronger and stronger and his
pushes became frantic. My clitoris was bursting with pleasure and my cunt
dripping with the fluid of happiness.

His knob seemed to penetrate and perforate my vagina and I instinctively
cursed my virginity and wanted his staff to tear my hymen and trench itself
deep in me. The quick movements of his prick put me on a voyage of ecstasy
and I convulsed violently and felt a thick liquid powerfully gushing out of
my vagina. My clit pulsated wildly and my cunt throbbed furiously. A warm
liquid gushed out of my vagina and smeared the tip of his rod. After the
storm passed, I fell in his arms with a great satisfaction. I had come for
the first time in my life. An exuberant achievement!

Serious pushes followed and flags went down. I felt a series of throbbing in
his 'stick' and he whispered in my ears, 'darling, if you weren't virgin, we
would have fucked, you are hotter than your mother and sisters and would lay
better.' Something warm and sticky gushed out of his prick and completely
inundated my cunt and it is adjoining area with a thick silvery fluid.
His stick softened and he released his hold on me. I asked, 'dear uncle what
had happened, what do you me that I had lost my senses. 'Well, dear you have
tasted the first bliss of a husband, but don't tell it to anyone. I shall
reward you handsomely and shall give you unmatched pleasure with my stick.
Did you like it? Do you want it again?' I closed my eye in modesty and
nodded my head. He pushed me the sofa and kissed every part my of nakedness
and asserted many pleasing epithet to my breasts, nipples and cunt. He
reminded me to keep it a secret and kissing me good bye went his way.'

I put my hands on the wet part of my clothes and smelled that most unusual
fluid. An evil odour assailed my nostrils, which, in a way, I did like. I
quickly washed the soiled part of my petticoat and my aching cunt. It was
strangely wet with the thick fluids which had overflowed from my orifice.

When my mother came home, I did not tell her about the visit of our 'uncle.'
I somehow knew that if I did that then I would never be able to enjoy his
blissful kisses and the soothing pushes of his magic 'stick.' I was very
curious to find out the reality behind his actions. I knew that he was
covering for something more sinister and exhilaration. There was some great
secret behind these frivolous explanations. A secret door to the world of
happiness.

The End OR the Beginning...

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