The Green Door Part Three

By JimBob 
Copyright 2011

   Mg, cons, fond, oral, ped, inc

   Holly is out of commission, so Tricia gets to tell the girls of her
first time with fat Uncle Max.

   When Holly went to the theater the next afternoon, she was still using
the salve that Bob Brown had given her, and so he told her that she better
not entertain any men.  When he saw her face fall, he told her the salve
had an agent in it that caused numbness, and she would not be able to feel
any stimulation there, and if anyone did oral or regular sex on her, their
lips would turn numb.  And so would their tools.  So then Holly understood,
and told Bob she would not use it anymore and she would be ready for work
the next day.  So she sat in the lounge with some of her friends and they
talked about their experiences.  Tricia told about her first client.

   "Bob took me to this room, and there was this man in there." Tricia
giggled.  "The guy was really fat!  At least, he had a really big belly. 
His shirt was all tight and round in front..."

   "Eeew!" A couple of the other girls said together.  Holly didn't say
anything, but she wondered what she would have done.

   "Oh, it wasn't so bad," Tricia said.  "My uncle did it to me when I was
eight, and he was kinda fat too, so I was used to it.  I told Bob about
him, and I think that is why I got the fat guy."

   "You did it when you were eight?" Holly asked.  "You never told me."
Holly remembered Tricia's Uncle Max visiting once.

   "I know, He told me to never tell anyone at first.  But later on when he
saw you, he told me he would like to do you too, but you were so small,
remember?  He thought you were younger, maybe six.  And you never had time
to play, because you had to watch your sisters."

   "What did your fat uncle do to you?' Another little girl asked.

   "I was visiting my Aunt Kate and Uncle Max for two weeks while my folks
went on a cruise.  He stayed home with me one day while my aunt went to the
city to see the doctors for some tests..."

   Tricia woke up early, as she usually did.  She could smell the breakfast
coffee, but did not hear the radio her aunt usually had on.  She was kind
of drowsy, so she snuggled back down in the strange bed for a few more
winks, even though she had to go potty.  She drifted off, but she woke up a
few minutes later, and now she really had to go.  She jumped out of bed and
headed for the bathroom, clutching her groin as she went.  She almost made
it, but Uncle Max had left the seat up again, and she had to let go to get
the seat down.  She couldn't help it, she let a squirt go into her panties
as she jerked them down and sat on the toilet.

   She started to pull her panties up when she was finished, but the wet
spot, now cold, reminded her.  So she stripped the damp panties off and put
them in the hamper.  She needed fresh ones anyway.  She started for the
bedroom, but the smell of bacon cooking detoured her to the kitchen.  Uncle
Max was frying bacon!

   "Here, Tricia." Uncle Max picked up a crisp piece of bacon with a
napkin, and passed it to Tricia.  She regarded him as she munched the
bacon.

   "Where's Aunt Kate?"

   "She left early for the big city, remember?  Doctor appointments?"

   "Oh, yeah.  You get to babysit me."

   "I'd like to call it staying at home with my beautiful little niece,"
uncle Max said as he leaned over and kissed her cheek and patted her little
bottom.  Hey!  He thought with a stirring of excitement.  The kid's got no
panties on!  No one but Max knew that he had an eye out for young girls and
his wife's niece was right in his sights.  He propelled the girl toward one
of the chairs at the table with a large hand on her small rear.  "You put
your little butt in that chair, and I'll have some scrambled eggs ready in
a minute." He had gotten in a good feel through her thin nightgown.  His
excitement grew.

   "Oh, Uncle Max!  You said a bad word!" Tricia was feeling a little
tingle too.  She had a TV in her room at home, and had found a set of
headphones and plugged them in and watched late night movies that were
forbidden.  She had learned a few things.  She knew her Uncle Max had just
"felt her up." She felt like being a little flirty with him.

   "What bad word?"

   "You said...  Um, BUTT!" She blurted it out, then hid her face.

   "Oh?  That's not a bad word when we are talking about a cute little butt
like yours.  I kind of like your cute little butt."

   Tricia took her hands away and looked at him.  "Do you really think my
butt is cute, Uncle Max?"

   "Well, I'd have to feel it some more and maybe look too, so I could make
up my mind." He was taking the frying pan off the stove.  "Let's you and I
eat breakfast, and then maybe I can take a little peek at your butt, what
do you say?" He gave her a generous helping of bacon and scrambled eggs.

   Tricia was feeling really flirty and daring now.  It was fun and
exciting to tease with Uncle Max.  "Okay, Uncle Max.  After breakfast."

   "Okay Tricia, that's a date.  Want some coffee?" He had gotten two cups,
and had filled one for himself.

   Tricia looked up at Uncle Max.  "I'm not allowed."

   "Oh pish!  Here.  Put lots of cream and sugar in it, and drink it down.
Who's gonna know?  I won't tell."

   Tricia liked this about her Uncle Max.  He teased her one minute and
treated her like an equal the next.  They chatted about different things he
and Tricia could do that day as they ate.

   Uncle Max finished first and put his dishes in the sink.  Then he went
into the living room and got a cartoon channel on the TV.  "You watch TV
while I do dishes, and then we will both get dressed."

   Tricia noticed for the first time that he was still in his PJ's.  She
finished breakfast, put her dishes in the sink, and sprawled on the rug in
front of the TV, while Uncle Max did the dishes.  When Max was done, he
went in and sat on the floor next to Tricia.

   She turned on her side and smiled at her funny uncle.  "Are you gonna
watch cartoons too, Uncle Max?"

   "Sure.  I like funny stuff." When Tricia turned back her gown was almost
up to the top of her hips.  Max started to gently stroke the bare back of
her thigh from knee to where her nightgown ended, just below her nether
cheeks.

   Tricia pretended to ignore him, but she was acutely aware of where his
hand was.  When it tried to make inroads between her thighs, she tightened
her leg muscles.  After a few strokes, she decided she liked the fondling,
and relaxed a little.

   Max felt the girl's body relax, and on the next trip up, his fingers
went up onto her butt cheek just a bit, pushing the gown up so his palm
stayed on warm, soft skin.  The muscles tightened at the heightened
sensation, then relaxed as his hand went back to her knee.  His next trip
up was on the other thigh so his fingers were between her thighs, which
opened the slightest bit.  As he reached the part of her thigh where little
girls thighs naturally open up, he slipped farther down between her legs
and when he reached her rear cheek, his finger tips followed her crack,
digging in just the slightest bit.

   Tricia tensed up again at this new intrusion.  Her Uncle Max was taking
liberties she didn't know if she should permit just yet.  She reached a
hand back and pushed his hand back down, scratched where his fingertips had
been, and left her gown up where it was.  The lower half of her butt cheeks
was bare, and open to his gaze.  She didn't care.  It was almost as if she
could feel pressure from where his eyes were darting over her backside. 
She felt warm all over.  Her front part pushing down into the rug was
starting to feel like it did at night when she rubbed it.  She was kind of
sorry she stopped him...

   Uncle Max took his hand away.

   Tricia missed the warmth and the pressure immediately.  She had been
liking the petting, the warm fingers on her smooth skin, the excitement of
wondering what was next.  Now she regretted removing his hand.  It hadn't
been hurting anything.  She held her breath and waited, sure he would be
back.

   But he just sat there and watched the cartoon.

   Tricia tried scratching her butt cheeks again.  When she finished, and
brought her hand back, the gown was bunched up in the small of her back,
and her whole rear was bare to his gaze, if he cared to look.  There, that
ought to lure his hand back.

   He didn't do a darn thing, he just sat and watched the stupid TV
program.

   Tricia was getting desperate.  What was WRONG with him?  She had bared
her WHOLE butt for him to TOUCH!  Was she going to have to ASK him to do
it? Suddenly she had an idea.  "Scratch my back, Uncle Max?"

   "Hmm, Tricia?" Max played dumb, like he was engrossed in the cartoon.

   "UNCLE MAX!  Will you scratch my back?"

   "Oh, sure." He dug his fingers into her gown up by her shoulders.

   ""NO!  Uncle Max!  You can do it UNDER my gown!" Tricia was getting a
little short with the dumb jerk.  Why couldn't he tell she wanted to be
TOUCHED?

   "Oh,...  Okay." Smiling to himself, Max slipped a hand down to her butt
cheeks and slid it up her back as far as it could pull the gown up.

   Tricia hurried to loosen up the part of the gown that was trapped
underneath her and push it up, so his second trip up took the loose gown
clear up to her shoulders and the back of her neck.  From there down to her
bare soles, she was naked to his gaze and his hand.  She had spread her
legs a little as she pulled her gown loose.  Now his hand went to her knee,
up the inside of her thigh, up over the roundness of her butt, fingertips
following the crack, and up her back, fingertips following the valley of
her backbone.  She twisted a little when his fingers touched the junction
of her thighs and the very top of her butt crack.  Those were ticklish
places.  The warmth was building up again.  She let out a happy little
sigh.

   Max pulled and pushed her knees and thighs to open them on every trip
his hand made down there.  As they opened, so did the crack between her
legs, and the one between her cheeks.  Soon, the little brownish pink star
was peeping out, and his fingertips grazed it on every trip through the
crack.  Neither of them was watching the TV now.  Tricia had her head down
on her arms, enjoying the feel of his hand.  Max was watching her little
body move and quiver under his roving hands.

   "Aah!" Tricia felt a shocking touch between her legs.  They had finally
been spread enough that her clitoris had peeked out down between her
thighs, and Max had found it.  He kept his hand there for a half minute,
stroking her where no man had touched before.  She opened her legs much
wider and raised her hips to give his fingers easier access.  His fingers
did that so much better than her little hands did.  Tricia gave a little
whimper as the fingers finally moved on.  When they got up by her neck this
time, they unsnapped the gown at her neck.

   "Tricia!  Lets get this gown off!" it was a loud whisper.

   Tricia raised herself so she was sitting, and the gown was pulled off
over her head.  Now she was completely nude.  She laid back down on her
stomach, but allowed Max to arrange her legs wide apart.

   Max leaned over her, with his chest partly on her back.  He lowered his
head over her white little butt globes and kissed each one and licked them
several times.  Then he scooted down a little, until his lips and tongue
could touch the crack, and her little rosebud.

   The little girl was shocked!  Her Uncle was doing something so nasty to
her.  While she was absorbing how it felt, and deciding that maybe it just
wasn't that nasty after all, he moved on.  His hands under the front of her
hips lifted her a little.  His head slipped between her thighs, and his
tongue traveled over the perineum and through her crack.  He probed her
vaginal opening for a moment, and found her clitoris with such a rush of
hot breath and hot tongue that she cried out from the shock.

   The position was much too awkward and Max soon abandoned it, and crawled
around and rolled the girl onto her back with himself between her wide
spread legs.  Now he could really work on her clitoris.  He brought her to
a shuddering orgasm in a couple of minutes of frantic licking, head bobbing
clitoral massage.  For most of it Tricia had been laying with an arm
shielding her eyes.  In the darkness inside her head she could pretend she
wasn't being bad with her uncle, and had no connection with the incredible
tickle down there.  However, when her orgasm was upon her she abandoned
that pretense and that position, as she kicked her legs out and flexed her
toes.  At the end she clutched her uncle's balding head to her with both
hands so he would finish her off properly.

   While the girl was coming down from her best, if not her first orgasm,
Uncle Max got up and stripped his pajamas and underpants off.  Now naked,
he crawled back between Tricia's thighs again, and sat back on his heels as
he watched her recover.

   Tricia's eyes grew big as she saw her uncle kneeling between her legs,
his hairy body naked.  She almost giggled at his round stomach, then under
it she saw the dark curly hair, and poking out at her was her very first
erect adult male penis.  She raised her head for a better look, and Uncle
Max raised himself up on his knees to get his belly up out of the way so
she could see it better.  "Wow!" Tricia breathed.  'That's really neat,
Uncle Max."

   Max said.  "You like that thing, Huh?" He straddled her prone body and
knee walked up until his penis was only inches above her chest and chin,
and she could see his cock and balls clearly.

   "Yes!" Tricia had seen dogs thingies, and horses, and even a baby boy's
once, but never a man's big old thing before.  Where did they keep them? 
"Uncle Max, where do you keep it?  Its sticking way out in front." With
some effort she freed her trapped arms, and poked his hard shaft with a
tentative finger.  His cock bobbed at her touch, and Tricia giggled.  This
was fun!

   "Yes, touch it all you want, Tricia." You're gonna feel it soon enough,
Max thought.  His tongue had discovered that the little girl had no hymen.
This was too good of a chance to pass up.  Could he fuck his eight year old
niece?  She was average sized for her age.  He had a bigger than average
belly, but an average size man's cock He thought with his control and
careful, loving attention he could do it and not traumatize the kid.  In
fact, he was going to make sure she enjoyed it.  He was certain she would.
Look at her reaction to his cunnilingus.

   "But where do you KEEP it, Uncle Max?" Tricia was holding it up and
looking at the bottom, and his sack and balls.  "What's this stuff do?" She
squeezed one of his balls rather roughly.

   "Ouch!  Go easy on those, kid.  Those are my balls, where my baby juice
is stored.  You don't want to treat a bunch of babies mean, now do you?  Be
gentle." He smiled at her to show there were no hard feelings, except for
what she was now clutching in one little fist.  "It doesn't always stay
that hard, or stick out so far, sweetheart.  It just got like that for
you."

   "For me?"

   "Oh yes." When it sees a cute little butt and a cute little pussy like
this," here Uncle Max reached behind himself with one hand, and rubbed a
finger up and down through Tricia's slit, "it stands out like this until it
gets to kiss and play with this little part here." Again, he rubbed her
slit, making sure he got the hole good this time.  A finger went right on
in, clear to the knuckle.  Yes!

   "Mmm!" Tricia said.  "That feels good."

   "You can make me feel extra good too first, ya know how?"

   "How?"

   Uncle Max paused.  "Oh, I don't know if I should say...  You're probably
too chicken to do it anyway."

   "Tell me, Uncle Max.  I'm not a chicken!"

   "Well..."

   "TELL ME!  I'll DO it.  I PROMISE!"

   "You could kiss and suck on it, then it will be happy and ready to play
down here." Max rubbed her clit again.

   Too late, Tricia realized she had been sucked in and trapped again by
one of her uncle's oldest ploys.  He knew she was very curious.  Well, he
had licked and sucked on her nasty place, so it was only fair, she consoled
herself.  Besides, she had been wondering what it would be like.  "Okay,
Uncle Max."

   Uncle Max made a long reach and snagged a throw pillow from a nearby
chair.  He put it under her head as she lifted it, and there it was, right
in front of her face.  She took it in one hand and touched the tip with her
tongue.  Uncle Max took the loose skin and pulled it back so the whole
purple head stuck out.  She obediently licked over the slick surface of
that part, and tasted something similar to what she tasted when she wet her
fingers while masturbating in bed.  She sucked the head in between her
lips.

   "Aah, that's good!" Uncle Max sighed.  As she sucked and licked, he
started a slow fucking motion into her mouth.  With such a sweet mouth
around his cock, he knew he wouldn't last long, and he was ready to move on
before Tricia was.  He didn't want to cum in her mouth, so he pulled back.
As he moved back down her body, he paused to check her little girl nipples.
Her chest was completely flat except for the tiny pips.

   Tricia was sorry to see him go.  She had been curious about how it would
taste, and surprised that his belly didn't seem to get in the way.  She
decided she would try that again if Uncle Max wanted.  She spread her legs
wide as Uncle Max crawled in between them.  She was real curious as to what
it would feel like when it was kissing and playing with her bottom.  What
had Uncle Max called it?  Her cute little pussy.  She liked that word.  "My
pussy." She whispered.

   Max got between her legs, and supported himself with one arm, while he
used his other hand to guide his slick wet cock through Tricia's slit,
picking up some of her pussy juice, and spreading it between her outer
lips, and down into her vaginal opening.  He ran the head back and forth
over her engorged, erect clit hood a few times to excite her, then lodged
the tip against her vaginal opening and slowly pushed it in.  There was no
resistance, though the channel was slick and warm and tight around his
shaft.  As he pushed himself into the little girl, his belly came down and
pressed into her lower chest, and tummy.  Max stopped, took the pillow from
under her head, and without disengaging, he lifted the girl with an arm
under her lower back and stuck the pillow under her butt.  When he started
pressing in again, the point of contact was back at where their hips met,
and he was soon all the way into her.

   It was the first male organ, but not the first thing that had been in
there.  But it really felt different to Tricia.  It was alive, and warm. 
And moving on its own.  She had started about a year ago, when she first
discovered the little hole, to try to plumb the depths of it.  Because it
felt good to her and she was a curious and daring child.  It started with a
finger tip, then a toothbrush handle, then a hair brush handle.  That had
caused some pain and minor bleeding.  That was when she lost her hymen and
subsequent explorations with various tools had removed all vestiges of it.
So Tricia was only mildly surprised when Uncle Max stuck his organ into
her. It made perfect sense to her.  He had a shaft, she had a hole.  A
perfect match!  She sighed with pleasure and satisfaction.  Finally, she
knew what that hole was for.

   Max started sliding his shaft almost out, and back in.

   Tricia wiggled her hips and wrapped her legs around his upper thighs. 
she turned her head to the side, because all she could see above her face
was his hairy chest and drooping pectorals that reminded her of her Mom's
boobs.  She wrapped her arms as far around his sides and back as she could,
hung on, and settled in to enjoy her first fuck.  She had no idea it was
called that, but that didn't stop her from enjoying every wonderful second
of it.

   For all his size around the middle, Max had small hips, well muscled, so
his cock moved with speed and control and purpose.  The tightness of the
little pussy added to his enjoyment, and the smallness of the body under
him gave his libido a huge boost.  He got a kick, literally, out of the
little legs wrapped around his thighs and her small, sharp little heels
digging into his lower ass cheeks to spur him on, as if he needed it.  He
was having one of the best fucks of his life.  He was also giving one to
Tricia.

   As for the girl, she was staying right with her uncle.  She felt very
safe, not at all threatened by the big man looming over her.  His size
didn't bother her, it protected her.  If you could call a vigorous
thrusting gentle, it was a gentle act.  He used great care to support
himself so as to cause no harm or pain or threat to his little partner, and
made every effort to accommodate her desire and bring her off before he
came in her.  Tricia loved her funny uncle in an entirely new way right
now. Sexual love?  No, she did not know sexual love like adults.  She knew
only pleasure, and warmth, and that incredible rubbing sensation of his
penis head massaging her sheath, and rolling over her "G" spot and her clit
being mashed and rubbed on every in stroke.  She was climbing toward
another, even better orgasm.

   Max was trying to think of anything except what was happening, because
he was ready to pop.  He could tell by the way the girl was working her
body, her cries and grunts, that she was close too, and he wanted so bad to
cum in a little girl that was having her first orgasm from fucking.  Then
Tricia really clung to him with arms and legs and she pulled her hips clear
up off the pillow into him as she stiffened in the throes of her orgasm. 
Max let himself go, and hot semen gushed out of his cock and spread out
into her small vagina and immature womb.  The two of them pushed together
to keep his spurting penis deep inside her as if that alone would cause her
to be impregnated.

   'Oooh!" Tricia moaned when the first and most intense spasm of her
orgasm hit her.  Suddenly she had to be as close to Uncle Max as she could
be, and she pulled his hips tightly in to hers.  Then she felt the warm
rush spread through her and her vision darkened.  She turned her head into
Uncle Max's chest and bit down on his chest, and her clawing fingernails
left red streaks on his back.  Neither of them felt anything except for the
intense sensation starting where they were connected.

   Max let his body relax onto the limp little body under it.

   "OOF!  Uncle Max!  Get OFF me!  I CAN'T breathe.  Tricia reversed her
holds, and was now trying to push away the body she was pulling on a minute
before.

   Max rolled off Tricia and onto his back next to her.  He had the
presence of mind to use his discarded underwear to clean up the flow of
semen that flowed out after his cock stopped blocking the hole., thus
saving the rug.

   Tricia sat up and looked at his member.  It was smaller, and rapidly
shrinking.  "What's that stuff?" She asked, pointing to his cock which he
was wiping with the underwear, "Did all that come out of me?"

   "No Tricia, all that came out of me.  That is the baby juice I told you
about before."

   Tricia looked down at herself and saw a drop oozing out between her
lips. She scooped it up on a fingertip and examined it closely.  "I don't
see any baby." She leaned over and examined his underwear.

   "No, that is sperm.  It makes babies when it goes inside women.  You are
too little, so don't worry, we didn't make any babies."

   "Oh." Tricia absentmindedly stuck her finger in her mouth.  Suddenly a
look of horror came on her face.  "I ate it!  Am I gonna die?" /She cried.

   Uncle Max started to laugh.  "No Tricia.  Tell you what, we should get
dressed, and go out and play for a while, and this afternoon I'll show you
some movies, and you will see a lot of women who like to eat that stuff."

   "And that is what we did," Tricia said.  "We played in the snow all
morning, and we played in bed and watched sexy movies all afternoon.  I did
Uncle Max with my mouth and ate all his stuff."

   No one said anything, because they had all had to learn how to do that.

   Just then Jamal came in and called Tricia and little Samantha out
because they had customers.  Holly decided to go home and get her home work
caught up.

   End of Part Three

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