Breeding The Bride Pt. 04

Literotic asexstories – Breeding The Bride Pt. 04 by JQueen9,JQueen9 Breeding The Bride

Part 4 of 7

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The most popular stories on Literotica involve incest. I’ve tried to write this kind of erotica in the past, but I’ve failed because I’m not usually aroused by the idea of having sex with blood relatives. After several attempts, I came up with an idea that seems to work.

Welcome to the planet Neo Sola, where humanity’s descendants live in peace, luxury, and happiness. Crime, exploitation, and hereditary diseases have been conquered. This led to a gradual collapse of moral objections to incest.

Indeed, on Neo Sola, it is thought that a young person’s loving relatives are best suited to help them lose their virginity, teach them about sex, and impregnate them when they become adults. After repeatedly failing to craft an incest story that felt genuinely erotic, I was surprised by how believable “Breeding The Bride” felt to me.

I have one concern. My observation is that the kind of readers drawn to incest fiction are very different from the kind drawn to science fiction. Are there readers who’ll enjoy a fusion of these different genres? We shall see.

I classified this series as incest instead of sci-fi because I don’t want some unsuspecting sci-fi fan to stumble across a story that they wouldn’t knowingly read. Here in Part Four of the seven-part “Breeding The Bride,” Deja is introduced to practices she never imagined before.

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The next morning Deja was surprised to discover that Uncle Jone had an erection when he woke. She was glad to see it because she assumed it was there because her presence so aroused him. He allowed her to believe that, thinking that helping Deja become more secure about her desirability was more important than letting her know all healthy men wake up with “morning wood.”

She imagined that Uncle Jone would want her to do something about his erection. Perhaps he’d want a blowjob, or missionary-style sex. But they’d already done that, and Uncle Jone knew he needed to expose Deja to as many kinds of intimacy as possible in one short week. He had her straddle his body and rub his hard cock over her clit until they were both nice and wet. Only then did he ease his cock inside and show her how to ride him like a cowgirl.

Deja realized that this new position gave her uncle an unusually good view of her nude body. It reminded her of the thrill she’d enjoyed during her exhibitionistic experience yesterday. She imagined herself “performing” for an audience of one, moving in erotic ways she hoped he enjoyed seeing.

Uncle Jone watched his niece as she grew increasingly excited. When he sensed that she was about to climax, he relaxed enough to allow his own orgasm to begin. Deja felt his cum flood her pussy at the exact moment her excitement peaked. It was an especially satisfying way to start the morning.

“Today I’d like to go to the beach,” Uncle Jone told her over breakfast. “The weather forecast says today will be warm and sunny. Perfect for swimming.” Deja was a strong swimmer, but she’d gained most of her experience in the city’s pools. Visiting a sandy beach with crashing waves was something she’d wanted to do since she was a child.

They put on beach shoes and coverups. Swimsuits were unknown on Neo Sola; no one saw any reason to wear clothing in the water. Tanning was a popular activity on the planet. Skin had been engineered to be immune to damage by exposure to the sun, and people enjoyed the way a fresh tan let their friends know they’d been on vacation.

They walked the short distance to the beach, and Deja heard the ocean before she saw it. The sound of crashing waves excited her. The first sight of water splashing on the pink quartz sand was unexpectedly beautiful. The strong sea breeze in her hair felt invigorating.

“Can I get in the water!?” she asked.

“Of course,” Uncle Jone said. “Go. I’ll join you in a minute.” Robbie and Maria carried folding lounge chairs, towels, and a container of cold beverages. The three of them set up a place for Deja and Uncle Jone to relax while they weren’t in the water.

Deja ran down to the surf, reveling in the sensation of cool waves as they splashed against her warm flesh. She went deeper and deeper, enjoying the way it felt as the water crept past her knees, up her thighs, past her bottom, and finally lapped at her breasts. Each time a wave receded it left her wet body exposed.

Deja realized that people on the beach were watching her frolic in the surf. That’s because everyone on Neo Sola had gone through the same kind of experience Deja was having as she surrendered her innocence. Everyone appreciated the joys of exhibitionism and voyeurism, and there were no cultural taboos that prevented anyone from staring at the naked body of any person they deemed to be attractive.

Deja’s face and body were especially desirable. So was her infectious enthusiasm. Many of the people watching suspected that Deja had just lost her virginity. She looked like a woman having a lot of exciting experiences for the first time.

Uncle Jone joined her in the ocean. “This is fantastic!” Deja said, speaking loudly so he could hear her voice over the sound of the waves. She pulled him into a hug, and he gave her an unexpectedly passionate kiss.

Deja’s senses were already heightened by all the other things stimulating her senses. Being naked in the sunlight, sea breeze, and saltwater made her excited. Her uncle’s kiss made her heart pound as she wondered what he’d do next.

They played in the ocean. He pulled her out to deeper water, where the waves were big enough for body surfing. Deja quickly figured out the best way to dive into waves at the precise instant when their momentum pushed her body toward the shore. She surfed in, swam out, surfed in, swam out, and kept repeating the exciting exercise until Uncle Jone saw she was getting tired.

“That’s enough for a while,” he said. “Let’s take a break.”

They waded ashore, walked to their waiting lounge chairs, then reclined and felt the sun and breeze dry their bodies. Robbie handed them sunglasses and beverages, then reported that the latest weather forecast called for warm, sunny weather for several days. Although the most important things Uncle Jone wanted to do that week involved sex, he didn’t want to spend every single moment in their suite. He planned several outdoor activities. Hiking. Bicycling. Picnics. Those sorts of things.

“I love the way the ocean makes me feel,” Deja said. “It’s so exciting to just look at it. And hear it! I can’t believe how loud it is!”

“The ocean always makes me feel closer to nature,” Uncle Jone said. “I love the seabirds. The shells. The wet, salty air. The naked women. I imagine you’ve noticed that plenty of men can’t take their eyes off you. Women, too.”

“This is because of the love potions, isn’t it?” Deja asked. “People drink love potions and turn into exhibitionists and voyeurs.”

“Not exactly,” Uncle Jone said. “Everyone – even people who haven’t been genetically enhanced – possess latent tendencies that make them enjoy watching other people and being watched themselves. The way it works for people on Neo Sola is that our genetic engineers give all of us an enhanced capacity to enjoy exhibitionism and voyeurism.

“But this greater capacity isn’t unlocked until you drink the potion and your partner triggers you. When you drank the love potion and had sex on the balcony yesterday, it changed you forever. You’ll always enjoy flaunting your sexuality. You’ll always enjoy watching other people flaunt theirs. It’s like that with every kind of sex you and I have this week.

“In a few short days, you’ll be transformed from an innocent virgin to an experienced slut. I don’t know how our culture evolved this way, but I’m told that primitive human cultures were burdened with all kinds of repressed desires they were never permitted to pursue. I like our way better.”

“So do I,” Deja said. “You have been wonderful, uncle. I want to touch you all the time. I can’t stop myself.”

“There’s no need to stop yourself,” he replied. “Do whatever you want to do. Nothing is forbidden.”

Taking him literally, Deja reached over and held his cock. “Is this permitted, uncle? Out here in the open?”

Uncle Jone was amused. He’d let Deja ride him like a cowgirl less than an hour ago, and already she wanted more. He’d planned to give her another traditional lesson soon, but he wasn’t prepared to do that on a public beach. They needed to drink the next scheduled love potion first.

Since he’d already introduced Deja to the art of cocksucking, he decided to have her do that again. Perhaps this was a good opportunity to teach her how to deep throat. The other voyeurs on the beach might enjoy watching that, and Deja would enjoy being watched.

“Why don’t you suck my cock, Deja?” he asked. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d like that. Very much,” she said, kneeling beside her uncle and sucking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. He tasted salty, like the ocean. His cock was hot from the sun. Deja enjoyed feeling him getting big and hard. Being outside made the experience more natural. Earthy.

Uncle Jone leaned back in his recliner and enjoyed how it felt for Deja to blow him. He noticed that a few other swimmers saw what she was doing, and they were enjoying the show. Some of them pointed to Deja so their friends could watch.

Uncle Jone signaled Robbie to record her performance, so the robot trained one camera on Deja and used another to zoom in on the appreciative expressions on the faces of her voyeuristic admirers. One couple liked it so much that the woman began fondling her male companion’s growing erection.

By the time Uncle Jone felt a climax growing inside him, he decided Deja was ready for her next lesson.

“I want you to do something special for me,” he said, running one hand over the top of her head. “I want you to suck my cock deeper. Suck me into your throat.”

Deja looked up and her uncle, making eye contact while keeping her cock in her mouth. From her expression, it was clear that she didn’t think she could do what Uncle Jone asked.

“Don’t worry, Deja. It will be fine,” he said. “It’s easier than you think. All good sluts know how to deep throat a cock.”

Since Deja wanted to be the best slut possible, she sucked his cock as far back in her mouth as she could. But the head was too big to enter her throat. When she tried to force it, her gag reflex stopped her.

“You need to learn to control your breathing,” he said. “Take a deep breath, then hold it.” Deja followed his instructions, and when her lungs were full of air, Uncle Jone pushed her head firmly and forced her to swallow his cock.

“That’s it. Just like that. Good girl,” he said. Uncle Jone kept his cock in her throat for a few seconds, then pulled back. He knew that it would take a while for Deja to learn how to deep throat properly. Her first attempts needed to be brief.

Deja coughed when he released her. The genetic engineers on Neo Sola had done a lot to reduce the gag reflex. That made deep throat easier. But there remained some vestigial reflex which needed to be overcome.

“Wow!” Deja said after she finished coughing. “I had no idea I could do that!”

“It felt wonderful, but you can do better,” Uncle Jone said. “Control your breathing so you can hold me in your throat longer. Try it.”

Deja dutifully took a deep breath, then shoved her uncle’s cock all the way into her throat. It was difficult, and she almost gagged, but she managed. She worked the head in and out of her throat, sensing that Uncle Jone probably liked how that felt.

She was right. Uncle Jone liked it. A lot. This girl is going to make many men very happy, he thought to himself. She’s sucking me like a real slut!

It wasn’t long before Deja figured out how to breathe naturally as she worked the cock in and out. She learned how to deep throat while continuing to use her tongue and lips to give him pleasure. Every time she pulled back, she used one hand to stroke the part of his shaft that wasn’t in her mouth. The experience made her feel so slutty that she didn’t even notice that Uncle Jone was about to climax.

His cock was deep inside her mouth when he began to cum. She felt his cock throb as he came over and over, sending his load straight down her throat. It felt different from the blowjob she’d given him yesterday. She remembered to suck a little harder until he was finished. As always, feeling Uncle Jone fill her with cum made her have an orgasm. It was the perfect way to complete a perfect blowjob.

I did good! she thought to herself. I’m sure Uncle Jone liked that!

When he was finally finished, he put his hand beneath her chin and made her look into his eyes. “That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had, niece,” he said. “It’s hard to believe that’s the first time you deep-throated a cock.”

“Thank you, uncle,” Deja said pridefully. “I did my best.”

“You had an audience,” he said, pointing to the other tourists who were sitting on blankets or lounge chairs as they watched. Deja noticed a voyeuristic couple where the woman was stroking her man’s cock. I guess I turned them on! she realized. She remembered the way her exhibitionistic ‘performance’ on the balcony yesterday inspired a woman to give her husband a blowjob. Deja began to understand that there were all kinds of ways to enjoy exhibitionism and voyeurism on Neo Sola. The only taboo prohibited displays where juveniles might see them.

Uncle Jone reclined on his lounge chair and relaxed as he recovered from his second orgasm of the day. He knew that Deja had a climax too, but that she probably needed another one. The kind of orgasm women experience when a man cums in their mouths is nice, but it usually works best as foreplay. Uncle Jone knew that Deja’s pussy was probably hungry for attention.

It would have been easy for him to go down on her, but he decided against it. Deja was scheduled to receive an important lesson later that day, and it would be more effective if she was hungry for sex when it happened. She’d already had a strong orgasm that morning and a mild one on the beach. Uncle Jone wanted her to go a few hours before he had her drink another love potion and shed the next layer of her innocence.

As they reclined in the sun and listened to the surf, Jone felt contented and satisfied. Deja felt pride in the way she’d sucked his cock, but she realized that her body yearned for more. I’m sure he’ll give me more sex soon, she thought to herself.

It made Deja wonder what it would be like after she married her new husband and settled into her new life as a pregnant wife preparing to raise a baby. Would her husband be attracted to her? Would he give her enough sex?

She hoped so. There were many advantages to the custom of arranged marriages on Neo Sola, but one drawback was that sometimes the bride and groom didn’t feel enough passion for each other. It usually meant that they pursued relationships with other people. Everyone hoped that they enjoyed sex with their spouse, but it didn’t always happen.

That’s what Deja was thinking when Maria announced that it was time to go back to the resort. “You’ve both had enough sun for one day,” the robot said. “You can get more tomorrow if you want.”

“Thank you, Maria,” Deja told her robot. “Uncle, what’s on the agenda for today? More sex, I hope.”

“Of course,” Uncle Jone said, chuckling. “You don’t need to worry about that. But I thought we could do something else first. We don’t want to spend all our time having sex.”

“Spending all day in bed sounds pretty good to me,” Deja said.

“If you’re trying to convince me that you are a natural-born slut, Deja, I’d like you to know that it’s working,” he told her. “But my cock needs some time to recover from the marvelous blowjob I just received from a very talented cocksucker I will only identify as Deja Admund. We’re in the middle of one of the most beautiful parts of this planet. I’d like to see more of it.”

They folded their chairs, washed the sand from their feet, and made their way back to the suite. Uncle Jone got an erection while they showered afterward, but Deja could not persuade him to put it where she wanted it. She lathered and washed it lovingly, but he insisted that they dry off afterward and do something – anything – that didn’t involve sex.

They sat at a table and looked at brochures showing some of the activities available. They considered hiking one of the nearby trails, but decided instead to go on a bike ride. “If we use bikes, we’ll go a lot farther and see a lot more,” Uncle Jone said.

They wandered down to a rental stand and got two bikes for Deja and Uncle Jone, plus a tandem bike for Robbie and Maria. Tandem bikes require more skill, so they are better suited to robot riders, who have perfect coordination and balance. The four of them started down the road, with the robots leading the way.

One of the advantages of living on Neo Sola was that all of the people enjoyed such radiant health. Their bodies were engineered to be young and energetic for at least 300 years. All of the bicyclists and hikers Deja and Uncle Jone saw that day looked like people in their 20s, but they realized that some of them must be centuries older. Deja, of course, was only 18, and Uncle Jone was only 36. They loved how it felt to give their muscles a workout pedaling up and down the rolling hillsides.

The trip took them 11 miles to a small lake fed by a majestic waterfall. They were hot and sweaty by the time they arrived, and Deja suggested they take a swim. But the waterfall was fed by a glacier and the frigid water changed her mind quickly. They sat at a picnic table and enjoyed a snack before getting back on their bikes for the ride home.

They needed to shower off the sweat when they returned to their suite, and this time Uncle Jone got a boner that was so stiff Deja couldn’t resist it. “Please, uncle. I need it!” she said. Deja lathered his cock and washed it with her hands, spending a lot of time stroking it up and down.

“You have got to be the sluttiest woman I’ve ever met!” he said. “You’ve climaxed twice today! Why do you need more!?”

But Uncle Jone knew the answer. The fresh air, sunshine, and exercise combined to get his healthy young niece’s blood pumping. Her newly awakened libido dominated her thoughts, making it impossible for her to stop wanting her uncle’s hot body. She was too young and inexperienced to know what was happening, but Uncle Jon understood how she felt – and what she needed.

It was all part of his plan.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” he told Deja. “Let’s relax for a while and drink our next love potion. After it takes effect I’ll show you something new.”

“Will I like it?” she asked.

“That’s up to you,” he said. “But what do you think? Have you enjoyed what you’ve learned so far?”

“Very much, uncle. Very much,” she replied.

“Then I think it’s safe to assume you’ll like this next lesson,” he said. Uncle Jone asked Robbie to fetch their potions, and then he took Deja out on the balcony to enjoy the ocean view.

“Will we be having sex out here again?” she asked.

“Not this time,” Uncle Jone said. “We’ll have more opportunities for you to enjoy exhibitionism, but not today.” They sipped their drinks and talked about Deja’s upcoming wedding. She shared her concerns about marrying a man she’d never met.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” she asked. “What if I don’t like him?”

“I’m allowed to tell you that such things are rare,” Uncle Jone said. “There’s a love potion you’ll share on the night of your wedding. It will help you cultivate an attraction for each other, even if it isn’t there when you meet at the altar. Most newlyweds catch feelings for each other for at least a year or two, and many still feel an attraction after the child they raise together grows up and moves out of the house.

“My wife Lini and I still enjoy a passionate sex life, although it isn’t as hot as it was in the beginning. It’s only natural that feelings diminish in time. But then you develop feelings for other people. Since the day I lost my virginity, there’s never been a time when I wasn’t involved with at least one woman who inspired my passion. Most of the time, there’s been two or three.”

“I’m sure my husband will hate me when I’m big and fat because I’m pregnant,” Deja said.

“Niece, there’s nothing sexier than a woman who’s knocked up,” Uncle Jone said. “You can expect to be flooded with requests from strangers who want to have sex with a pregnant woman. You’ll probably want to grant some of these requests. Most pregnant women crave sex constantly. That’s true of women who aren’t genetically modified, but it’s especially true of enhanced women.”

Deja nodded. “If you say so, uncle. I am surprised to learn that so many of our enhancements are to make sex more enjoyable.”

It was an amusing coincidence that Deja made that observation right then. Uncle Jone was about to teach her about an enhancement she couldn’t have known about, and it was there solely to facilitate a particularly pleasurable type of sex. You’re a very bright girl, Deja, he thought to himself. Just wait until I give you the next lesson!

They felt the love potion taking effect. It made them woozy and seemed to enhance their senses. This love potion contained a very mild hallucinogen intended to make their next experience more intense. Uncle Jone knew that this lesson was one that would-be brides never expected, and they usually reacted strongly to the experience. He planned to do his best to make sure Deja enjoyed the surprise.

“It’s time for me to tell you a little bit about what is about to happen,” Uncle Jone said. “You need to know that we are about to do something called role-playing. It’s a time for you to pretend you are a different person. In this case, I want you to pretend you are still a virgin. Pretend you are preparing for your bridal dance, but that it hasn’t happened yet.

“Pretend I am a neighbor who has watched you grow up, and now that you are 18, I want to have sex with you. I want to take your virginity.”

“So this man intends to bid at my auction?” Deja asked.

“No. He plans to take your virginity by force, and breed you with his child.”

“Uncle! Such things are forbidden! No woman would allow such a thing!”

“That’s precisely the point of this little game, Deja. Your job is to pretend you are an innocent young woman being forced to do something against your will. Pretend you are being forced to do something taboo. You can do that, can’t you?”

“I suppose, uncle,” Deja said. “It’s very weird.”

“That’s part of the game,” Uncle Jone said. “Role-playing is a lot of fun if you don’t overthink it. Just try to forget that you are Deja Admund and I am your Uncle Jone. Pretend we are very different people. Follow my lead. You’ll like where this takes you.”

He led her to the bedroom and helped her remove her clothes. “This is the story,” Uncle Jone said. “You’re here because I offered to take some sexy pictures that you can give to your husband after you get married. After you came over, I gave you an intoxicating drink that lowered your inhibitions.”

“That’s illegal, uncle,” Deja said.

“Pretend I’m a person who doesn’t follow the law, Deja,” Uncle Jone said. “In this fantasy, everything that’s about to happen is illegal. Just pretend you don’t know you’re being preyed upon by a merciless villain.”

“I’ll do my best,” Deja said. She noticed that the love potion was affecting her strongly. It was getting hard to think. Her body felt . . . strange. It was a nice sensation, but it was disorienting.

“Are you ready to begin?” Uncle Jone asked.

“Yes, uncle,” she said.

He tried to change his voice so he sounded like a different man. “Young lady, the first pictures we’re going to take are bondage photos. They are very sexy. Do you know what bondage is?”

“No sir,” Deja said, trying to imagine she was with some unscrupulous stranger instead of her trustworthy Uncle Jone.

“It’s very simple. We use silk ropes to tie you to the bed. Photos of beautiful naked women in restraints are very sexy. Just lie back, and I’ll attach the ropes.”

Deja did as she was told, and he tied her wrists to ropes attached to the bed frame. He did the same with her ankles, and soon Deja was held spread-eagled on the mattress.

“Dear, lift your bottom. I want to put a pillow under your butt,” he told her.

“A pillow? Why?” she asked.

“Dear, the most beautiful part of a woman’s body is her pussy,” he said. “I want to lift it up a few inches so I get better pictures for your future husband.”

Deja followed the directions, and she realized she was completely helpless. It took some effort to pretend she was a stupid girl who’d fallen for such obvious lies, but she reminded herself that she was just playing a game. She wasn’t really a virgin anymore, but it was amusing to pretend.

“I’ll get my camera,” Uncle Jone said. He picked up a professional-looking camera and began taking photos. “Look into the lens and smile,” he told her. “Smile for your future husband.”

Uncle Jone took photos from every angle, being sure to get plenty of close-up pictures of her pussy. He was glad to see that it was beginning to get pink and wet inside. Deja must be playing this game well, he thought to himself. She’s already aroused.

“Let’s try this,” he said, putting a blindfold over her eyes.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“After you get married, your husband will sometimes tie you up and blindfold you,” Uncle Jone said. “It helps you concentrate on how things feel. Let me show you.” Uncle Jone ran his hand over Deja’s breasts. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“Stop!” Deja said. “You aren’t allowed to touch me there! I’m still a virgin!”

“Is that right?” he asked. “Am I allowed to touch you here?” He ran his hand over her belly, then caressed her silky pubic hair.

“No! Stop it! This isn’t right!” she said. Deja was beginning to understand the attraction of this game. It was fun to imagine that she was an innocent virgin at the mercy of a predatory man.

“Am I allowed to touch you here?” Uncle Jone asked as he began stroking the tender, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Deja struggled to free herself, but the bindings were too secure. She realized that being blindfolded forced her to concentrate on the way it felt for him to touch her most private places.

Uncle Jone bent down and sucked one of her nipples between his lips. The shocking sensation sent a bolt of intense feelings from her breast straight to her pussy. “Oooooooo . . . why are you doing this?” she moaned.

“I’m doing it because I want to take your cherry, and you can’t do anything to stop me. You’ve got a hot little body, girly. You were stupid to believe the crazy story I told you, and you were stupid to let me tie you up. This is when you pay for being so dumb. Don’t worry. You’ll like it.”

“But I’m supposed to be a virgin when I do my Bridal Dance!” she wailed. “Nobody will want to bid on me if you shred my maidenhead.”

“That is not my problem,” he said. “Right now, I’m thinking about how good it will feel when I shove my cock inside your virgin pussy and plant my seed. With a little luck, you’ll have my baby. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Noooooooo!!!!!” Deja said. The love potion enhanced Deja’s ability to pretend this fantasy was real, and she experienced a feeling of excitement that felt almost like fear. It was delicious. She realized that there must be an endless number of fantasies that would be possible with role-playing.

Uncle Jone lavished attention on Deja’s breasts, causing them to swell with excitement. Soon they were so engorged that it hurt when he squeezed them. Deja enjoyed the pain, realizing that it made the pleasure even more exquisite.

“Am I allowed to kiss you down here?” he asked, kissing, sucking and nibbling her smooth abs. He kept moving farther south, and soon Deja knew he was going to eat her pussy. She was perfectly positioned for that, with her legs spread wide and the pillow beneath her bottom raising her high enough to make her entire pussy accessible.

He began kissing and nibbling her inner thighs. “Am I allowed to do this?” he said.

“Stop!” Deja cried. “This is forbidden! I’m a virgin! If you want me, you can come to my auction and bid on me!”

“I think I’d rather just take you now,” he said. “Stealing your virginity will be much sweeter than paying for it. You can’t stop me. I can do anything I want to you, and I want to be the first man to shove a cock inside you. I want to be the first man to eat this pretty pussy of yours.”

He used his fingers to spread her outer lips, then ran his tongue up her slit. The intense pleasure was especially overwhelming because the blindfold forced her to focus on the sensation. Feeling his tongue stimulate her clit almost made Deja climax.

By this time she was moaning from a combination of arousal and fear. He isn’t going to stop! she realized as she embraced the fantasy. It got easier and easier to imagine she wasn’t Deja Admund learning about love from her Uncle Jone. She could pretend she was a simple-minded virgin being tormented by a predator.

Deja struggled in her restraints, trying to get away from his insistent lips and tongue, but the assault continued. She felt him stick his tongue deep inside her passage, and it helped her imagine what would happen when he put his cock there. She remembered how it felt when Uncle Jone shredded her hymen, and it helped her pretend to fear it happening now.

She expected her uncle to make sure she was nice and wet, then pretend to rape her. But that’s not what happened. Uncle Jone stuck one finger in her passage, moved it around until it got it nice and wet, then plunged it into her tight little asshole.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Deja cried out in shock. Why did he do that!? She’d never imagined anyone would touch her there. It was an invasion of the most private part of her body. Things got worse when Uncle Jone began moving his finger in and out, flooding her body with intense waves of sensation that originated in her anus and spread from her head to her toes.

“Stop! Please stop!” Deja said. On one level, she was playing the role her uncle gave her. But on another level, she was genuinely terrified. The love potion seemed to muddy her thoughts, helping her imagine the unimaginable.

That’s when she noticed something completely unexpected. The genetic engineers who’d enhanced the bodies of people on Neo Sola made a particularly interesting change in the rectum. Many mammals have anal glands that secrete oils. Engineers re-introduced this capability for humans. Stimulating Deja’s anus caused her body to release lubricating fluids exactly like the ones that flowed from her pussy when she was aroused.

By activating this capacity, Uncle Jone was changing Deja’s body permanently. For the rest of her life, she’d be able to enjoy anal sex without needing to add lube to make it comfortable. Her natural oils would be better in every way. Feeling the slick wetness flow as Uncle Jone moved his finger in and out provided an unexpected thrill. For the first time, Deja realized that being penetrated down there was pleasurable. It was similar to the pleasure of vaginal penetration, but it was also very different.

“Oh Gods! Oh Gods!” Deja said. She wasn’t acting anymore. The role-playing felt completely real. What started as a game had turned into an actual loss of a type of virginity. The love potion and Uncle Jone’s actions had rendered Deja incapable of thinking about anything except the sensations coursing through her body.

He moved his finger faster, going in and out until her anus was wet and slippery inside and out. At length, he withdrew, crawled up, then placed his cock at the entrance to Deja’s pussy.

“Are you ready to say goodbye to your virginity?” he asked softly. “I’m ready to shred your maidenhead.”

“Please, no,” she said, barely able to speak. “Don’t do it.”

“Too late,” he said, plunging his cock inside her. Deja tried to remember how it felt when she lost her virginity. She tried to pretend she felt something like the sharp pain of her hymen being torn. But it didn’t feel the same. Her pussy was wet and relaxed, and his cock caused nothing but pleasure.

Uncle Jone pounded in and out, trying to act like a predatory man stealing an innocent woman’s virginity. It was enjoyable, but not like the real thing. Still, they both felt their excitement grow, and both of them knew they would climax soon.

He was about to climax when he did the most shocking thing of all. Uncle Jone withdrew from Deja’s pussy, held his cock, placed the head on her anus, and pushed inside. Before she knew what he was doing, Deja felt her uncle’s big, hard cock deep in her ass.

It hurt! The pain of her ass being plundered was agonizing, but it was also exciting. She could feel every vein and ridge on his erect organ. He began moving in and out in shallow strokes intended to be as comfortable as possible. The slick wetness provided by her newly-awakened anal glands helped.

But Deja’s virgin ass wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy anal sex until it had been conditioned to accept something as large as a cock. Uncle Jone had started the process, but it would take time before anal sex felt better, and it would never be completely pain-free. Deja would learn that part of the pleasure of this form of intimacy was the initial pain of being penetrated. It made everything after that feel better.

Deja’s restraints gave her no choice. She had to lay there, powerless, as he plunged deeper and deeper into her bottom. Uncle Jone knew that she couldn’t tolerate much more, so he made no effort to delay his climax. Soon Deja felt his cock throb as he came and came and came, filling her backside with warm gooey cum. It was more intense than the feeling of his climaxing in her pussy, and it triggered an orgasm that was so strong it was almost violent.

“Yaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!” Deja screamed. She cried out in pain and ecstasy, unable to decide if she liked the feeling or hated it. Uncle Jone felt the powerful muscles in her rectum squeeze his cock like a vice, pinching off his ejaculation in mid-spurt. Her sphincter clenched, relaxed, clenched, relaxed, and continued throbbing until long after he deposited every drop of his cum up her backside.

He stayed on top of her for a long time. Deja had experienced something so unexpected that Uncle Jone knew she needed to cuddle and be comforted. It would take her some time to decide what she thought about role-playing, bondage, and (especially) anal sex. If things went as well as expected, Deja would eventually love it all.

Uncle Jone finally untied the restraints, covered Deja with their blanket, then held her in his arms. She fell asleep and dreamed of being held down and “forced” to have sex. The mild hallucinogen in the love potion gave her vivid dreams about the experience. It is well-known that dreaming helps people review things they’ve experienced while awake, and this review makes the experiences more meaningful.

Deja would have plenty of dreams about sex in the days and weeks ahead.

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That was a lot. In Part Five, Deja experiences something even more shocking than the kinkiest things she’s seen so far.