Ashok Uncle – Part 3 (Enjoying and preparing my ass)

This continues my previous story about Ashok uncle, my hot, hairy and hungry older neighbour.

When I finally woke up, I wasn’t in the hall anymore. I felt a soft bed under me and heard muffled audio from the TV in the hall. He must have carried me to his bed. I had been out for nearly two hours.

There was a mirror on the almirah. I felt shy and vulnerable. I was in my briefs, almost naked in another man’s home. Ashok Uncle had invited me to dinner. He had seduced me. He had licked and sucked every inch of my face and body before fucking my throat non-stop.

He had unloaded a river of cum inside me and filled my belly. My jaw felt dry and sore, and I could still taste the cum at the back of my throat. I tiptoed to the hall. He was asleep, sprawled on the sofa, shirtless in just his lungi. The TV was running, playing some obscure Japanese film in black and white.

There was a half-eaten pizza on the coffee table. I was hungry but wanted to escape, torn between blind lust and reason.

I saw his hairy chest rise and fall. A few hours ago, In my extreme horniness, I had rubbed my spit-covered face on it and savoured his musk as it surrounded me. Was it me who did all those things?

Well. Whatever this was, it had gone on long enough. I needed to go.

My clothes. I needed to find my clothes. I looked around the room, moving as silently as I could. Where was my t-shirt? Where were my track pants? I checked the bedroom. I checked the kitchen. I went back to the hall.

Ugh…

His lungi had shifted, exposing his crotch. My t-shirt was wrapped around his flaccid penis. In the light from the tv, I could see the stains on it. Even after fucking my face as a man possessed, he had been horny enough to cum again. This time on my t-shirt.

And as he shifted, snoring, I saw my track pants sticking out from under him. I considered going into his room and ‘borrowing’ one of his shirts. But the implications of my mother seeing me leave in my clothes and returning in his…umm…No. I didn’t want to think about it.

My stomach growled. I hadn’t eaten anything (except enough cum to fill a small swimming pool). I sat cross-legged on the floor in my briefs and took a bite of the pizza. I grimaced. It was cold and dry and tasted like cardboard.

“Baby, you can pop it in the microwave if it’s too cold,” he said.

I sighed. He was grinning. His eyes were still closed. He had obviously been watching me flail about in my underwear, looking for my clothes. He reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me onto him, sending my pizza flying across the room.

“No…Enough… Enough…please …I protested,” trying to free myself. I pushed my hands on his chest, trying to separate myself from him with brute force. I was no match for his size and strength. He ragdolled me up into the air and slammed me onto the sofa.

He was pouncing on top of me in less than a second. My tiny form disappeared under his massive body. His lips were on mine now. Giving me those long squelchy spitty tongue kisses that he seemed to specialize in, sucking away morsels of the pizza still in my mouth.

I resisted…for about four seconds. As my hormones boiled over, I kissed back, moaning as his tongue played with mine, licking my teeth and nibbling on my lower lip.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. I leaned forward like an eager little slut, hungrily seeking his lips again. He pulled back further. “I thought you wanted me to stop.”

“No. Please don’t stop. Please.”

“Please, what?”

I moaned and begged, “Please don’t stop, daddy.”

“That’s a good boy.” He pushed his lips on mine again, sucking deeply.

This time I sucked back, holding his face and pulling him closer, kissing him back with such wild abandon that it surprised even him, driving him crazy. After a frenzy of lips, tongues and spit that lasted forever, we finally pulled apart, panting, gasping for air.

Still trying to catch his breath, he lay down beside me and pulled me into an embrace. I kissed and licked him at the base of his neck, tasting his salty sweat and musk.

“Hmmm,” he purred and took my hand to his cock. It had grown rock hard during our kiss and throbbed in my hand. The lecherous old man had cum four times that day and wanted more.

I began to sink, kissing my way down his chest, but he held my face and stopped me. “No, baby.” I looked up, disappointed but curious. I wanted to suck him again. I wanted his balls on my nose. His shaft on my forehead leaked precum onto my hair.

I wanted to smell him again. I wanted to taste him. My throat was hungry. I was desperate and tried to free myself, but he held strong.

He stood up and gently lifted me into his arms like I was a rabbit. Cradling my entire body in his two big arms. I looked into his eyes, the innocent young virgin I was, knowing what was coming.

He sat down on the bed and laid me face down beside him…my ass slightly raised.

“I want to suck,” I moaned girlishly.

“Lay still, or you’re never touching Daddy’s cock again.”

I playfully reached out to grab his crotch.

SLAP!

I felt his hand slap my brief-covered butt hard and loud.

“Ow! That hurt!”

“I wanted it to. Now stay still.”

I lay still, waiting. I felt him position himself behind me, with his face near my ass. I shivered and mumbled.

“No…don’t touch my ass….It’s where we go potty,” I protested shyly.

“Ever since that day, I saw you on the terrace,” I felt him knead one buttcheek HARD. “I have been desperate to” He kneaded the other buttcheek harder.

“Aah,” I moaned. in pain but loving his rough presses and pinches. I was his now. I was surrendering everything to him. My mother and father were asleep just across the hallway. I didn’t care. I wasn’t me anymore. I was a body full of hormones and lust.

He held the waistband and pulled, exposing my soft brown ass. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I went ‘Oww Oww Oww’ as my ass jiggled with each of his spanks.

He pulled my ass cheeks apart and held them apart for a long time. Pulling them apart, stretching my skin painfully as the cold air from the ac hit my exposed hole. I felt him blow gently around it.

“Aaah,” I moaned.

“Tight little hole,” he said, and I felt his lips gently kiss it.

I shivered and buried my face in a pillow.

“Was I too rough earlier?” He gently placed his hot wet tongue on my hole.

“A little,” I mumbled, moaning as his tongue drooled a few drops of spit into my hole.

“I’m sorry, chellam,” he kissed and licked my hole again.

He could be so rough one minute, treating me like a whore. Then be so tender the next, lovingly giving me immense pleasure.

I purred in return, “It’s ok, Daddy.” I moaned, biting down on the pillow as his tongue entered my hole. I could feel it seeking its way down, pushing as far as he could. It throbbed, drooled, and licked like a slimy fish had found its way into my ass and wriggled around.

“Oh my, Amma,” was all I could say. My sissy cock was rock hard, rubbing against the bed with every stroke of his tongue. He stopped licking and walked to the almirah in the corner, returning with a green bottle.

“Umm… this ass…” he said as he squirted a long dollop of lube into his hand. “It is my new long-term project” I felt a cold lube-covered finger go into my hole.

“Aah!” I tried to pull away as my sphincter tightened around it.

He put his large palm on my back and pressed me down, steadily fucking my ass with the finger. In and out it went, causing all my sensitive nerve endings to burn with desire.

“Ah, Aiyo,” As the pleasure became intense, I began thrusting back with my ass, hungrily inviting his finger inside with each backward stroke.

I heard him laugh as he squirted some more lube onto my hole, adding a second finger.

“Ouch! Aah, it hurts, uncle.”

“Just relax, baby.” He began fingering again. Two fingers were stretching my hole apart so much.

I lay there moaning, thrusting, gasping, drooling, shivering. Two fingers and a lot of lube went in and out of the most intimate part of my body. “Um, I think you’re ready,” he said after a long time.

He stood up, and I turned around. I gasped.

If his cock had been large before, it was GARGANTUAN now. It glistened in the night lamp as he covered it with lube. It throbbed, the monster that was going to devour me with the piss slit glaring at me like it was some cyclopean beast.

“No. No.” I screamed as I ran for the door in terror.

To be continued.

I hope you enjoyed this episode. Thank you so much to all those who wrote in and said they enjoyed the story so far and were looking forward to part 3. I love all of you to bits. I would suck every one of you forever if you were in front of me now. Write in with your thoughts, feedback and fantasies at [email protected].