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Hot Young Thing - Part Three

As we walked along the path together, I was a little chatterbox. I thanked Uncle Clyde again for the presents, but I was a little confused: I asked him why the pink one was so long, why the lifelike dildo had a suction cup on one end, and how could anyone use the big black one? He just smiled, and said maybe we’d check them out together after dinner. We moseyed along the path, kicking up sand and enjoying the utter isolation from the rest of the world. We stopped at the footbridge, and Uncle Clyde walked down to the edge of the stream. He looked up and saw me leaning against the railing, exposing my tight smooth pussy in clear view under my short skirt. I got a rush wondering what was going through his mind. He turned to the stream, and picked up a handful of round rocks, inspecting each one carefully. Then he put a bunch in his pocket, and we resumed our walk.
In the barn, we both stood in front of the fish tank, admiring all the beautiful varieties of fish. Uncle Clyde even had names for some of them. After awhile, he motioned me toward a tire tube that came from an old farm truck. He had it rigged with ropes that led up to a pulley attached to the roof beam. He pulled the rope so the tire seat was about two feet above the floor, and told me to sit down. I swung back and forth on my tire swing, and watched as my uncle pulled down a large bowl from the cupboard. He filled it most of the way with dry fish food. Then he brought the hose over, and poured water into the food bowl, and mixed it up with a big ladle.

He set the bowl aside, and turned to a small bowl. He spooned some kind of sticky stuff into the bowl, then he added several drops of some kind of liquid, stirring it all up with a spoon. When I asked him what the concoction was, he told me it was petroleum jelly with a few drops of liquid menthol. He claimed it attracted the fish.

Uncle Clyde walked over in front of me, and showed me a pair of wrist cuffs, clipped together in the middle. I instinctively put my hands out, and he secured my wrists together. He raised my arms, clipped the cuffs to a ring, and hoisted the rope up the pulley until my arms were fully stretched out. Then he raised the tire tube up so my head was just above his. Then he completely shocked me.

He slid his fingers underneath my belly shirt, and pulled the shirt up and over my head. My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel myself blushing. Even though my uncle had already seen me naked, it was either through the heat vent, or it was on video. This time, his face was less than two feet away from my exposed tits. It was a reality shock, and it was delicious.

I recovered enough to ask him how I was going to be able to help him feed the fish in this position? He told me to wait and see, and he hoisted my seat up higher. Now, his head was inches from my vulnerable ass, which was hanging down well below the tire tube. He stayed under me for a long time, studying the subject in front of him intently. I believe I could hear him sniffing at my crotch.

He walked back over to the cupboard, stirred the fish food again, and came back to me carrying the small bowl. He walked underneath me, and I couldn’t see what he was doing because the tire tube blocked my view. Next, I jumped in reaction to feeling my uncle’s finger swirling his concoction around my pussy, then my ass. It felt good, nice and warm, so I relaxed a bit. Uncle Clyde said nothing as he scooped up a large gob of sticky stuff and slid it into my pussy hole. He massaged the whole inside of it, then he crammed more of the stuff deep inside me. I shuddered in delight. Another gob was shoved up my rectum, and he massaged my ass hole deeply with his finger. Then he added another dose up my ass. For good measure, he used two fingers, and now he was rapidly shoving one up each hole, double finger-fucking me harder and deeper, until I almost passed out.

When I looked around, Uncle Clyde was pulling another thing out of the cupboard. It looked like a giant syringe, with a large plunger at one end, but no needle at the other end. I watched him grease the tube up with his menthol mixture. Then, he stuck the tube into the big bowl, and began drawing the thick paste up the tube. I still didn’t get it yet, but soon I’d be getting it.

Uncle Clyde walked back underneath me. He was like a mechanic, working on a car that’s up on a lift. By now, the menthol stuff was really beginning to heat up. My insides were on fire. I felt some pressure, as I finally put it all together. He was filling my pussy hole with fish food! I was only half right. He went away and came back again. I felt his finger sliding up my ass. He twirled it around inside my hole for awhile, heating up the menthol before he pushed the big syringe deep in my ass. I could feel my rectum filling up as he slowly and deliberately pushed the plunger to the hilt. What a feeling.

He lowered me down some, so now my titties were even with his eye level. Again, he walked away and came back, this time carrying a piece of old, coarse rope in his hand. Without a word, he started binding my boobs with the rough rope. He wrapped them every which way until they were standing straight out, red and tight. My nipples were pointed and throbbing. I squirmed a little, and Uncle Clyde slapped each tit several times, back and forth. A little pain surged through my body, but so did pure electric pleasure. I guess my uncle took pity on me, because he leaned in and caressed my strained breasts with both hands. He ran his thumbs over my swollen nipples, and I could feel pussy juice and fish food running down my ass cheeks. Then he took each tit in his mouth, and gentle kissed and sucked and nibbled on my nipples. I was gasping for air by then, and my uncle backed off.

He raised me up again, and swung the tire tube directly over the fish tank. Then he slowly lowered me down until the tube rested on top of the tank, and my ass was totally immersed in water. My uncle grabbed a chair and sat in front of the tank. The water in the tank was warm and clear, and it was like he was watching live TV.

In no time, the fish started swarming around my ass and pussy, as the fish food began to trickle out of both of my holes. I was more than a little scared, but I didn’t move. My uncle had warned me not to splash around, because it would shock the fish. I couldn’t believe this is what my uncle meant when he asked me to “help” him feed the fish!

By now, fish of all kinds were swarming around my packed holes in a feeding frenzy. They were nibbling on everything, and my clit was pounding with the excitement caused by the biting little fish. I was amazed that I was really getting into the experience. It felt so good, and I’m sure there was plenty of my pussy juice in the water by now. One by one, the fish drifted away, finally filled up. Uncle Clyde then got up, and I thought he was going to get me down from my perch.

Instead, he walked over to his other fish tank, that scary one that you couldn’t see into. He lifted the lid, and thrust a net into the tank, vigorously twisting and turning the handle, until he seemed to have what he was after. As he walked towards me, I could see what looked like a bunch of small snakes, only they were writhing, and wiggling all over the place. They are baby eels, my uncle explained. No, they’re not the electric kind, and they won’t hurt me, he said…but they are very hungry, he noted, as he moved his chair even closer to the tank.

With that, he dumped the whole net full of baby eels into the tropical fish tank. They swam around feverishly, rushing past my open holes, giving me goose bumps. I started fidgeting, and my uncle told me to just lie still and relax and see what happened.

There were six eels swarming around me, and they finally figured out that my body held their food supply. One pushed against my pussy lips, and knocked some food out. Immediately, all six of them were vying for the same few crumbs. Then, little by little they figured out that they could charge at the food sources, and get more. Not long after that, I could feel their little heads penetrating my holes, a little deeper each time. Soon, they were brazenly crawling six inches up my rectum and pussy, and I could feel their little heads inside me, anxiously chewing their food. I could feel the beginnings of a wild orgasm coming over me. Again and again, they would enter me, jostling for position with each other. Sometimes I could feel 3 or 4 of them at a time inside my pussy, all pushing and shoving each other around, squirming and struggling to eat. They would slide themselves out, swim around, and then plunge themselves back into my pussy. The other eels tried their luck eating the food in my asshole. They nibbled and nosed around it so much, that my asshole finally relented, and opened up enough for them to slip up my rectum and gobble down some food. It felt like two eels were taking turns with my asshole, and they kept working their way in deeper to reach more food, which, by now was way up there. Finally, one of them slithered all the way into my ass and disappeared completely. His partner must have figured it was his turn, and he followed the first eel all the way into my ass.

My ass muscle must have sensed the double intrusion, and instinctively shut tight. Nothing was about to go in or out. I could feel both of them wriggling around in my ass, frantically trying to get out. They were squirming and wrestling inside me, and I barely hung on for dear life. Meanwhile, the other four eels were still working on the fish food in my pussy, and they weren’t exactly taking turns or being polite.

My pussy was being worked over by a bunch of live dildos on steroids, and my ass was jerking wildly. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I start cumming in spastic waves, my pussy juices pumping heavily into the fish tank, as the eels show no signs of letting up. Pretty soon, my orgasms were bursting out every minute or so, and I had a hard time sitting still in the water. Uncle Clyde’s eyes were glued to the action, and I was surprised his head didn’t pop off. I had no doubt that his security cameras were working overtime.

When my body went limp, Uncle Clyde pulled the tire tube up, and swung it back over the floor. He slid four of the eels slowly out of my pussy, and put them back in their tank. He looked around for the other two, and finally noticed my asshole trembling. He slipped two fingers into my rectum, and pulled one eel out by the tail, then the other eel. It was over, and I was spent. Still, my uncle didn’t lower me down just yet.

I looked over, and watched him drag the hose over towards me. In his other hand, he held a bottle of dish soap with a long nozzle, and what looked like a long bottle brush. Apparently, it was cleanup time. He twisted the old hose nozzle, and set it on spray. He reached up and penetrated my oozing pussy with the nozzle, working it in and out, as the rest of the fish food poured out. The water was cold, but refreshing. He followed that by pushing the nozzle up my ass hole, cleaning it out the same way. Then, he took the dish soap bottle, and squirted a generous amount up both my holes. Then came the bottle brush. As he worked it into my soapy pussy, I was relieved to discover that the bristles were softer than they looked. He reamed my pussy in and out several times, then he did the same to my ass hole. I was getting hot all over again, receiving all this loving attention to my (no longer) private parts. One more wash out with the hose, and he was done. Or so I thought. He still didn’t lower me to the floor. He rolled the hose up and cleaned up all his gadgets, slowly and methodically. The only thing he didn’t put away was the small bowl of menthol-laced petroleum jelly. Soon, I knew why.

He walked under me once again. He began to massage me down there again with a thick smear of the mixture, and my pussy and ass crack started warming up again. He explained that the mixture acted as an antiseptic, and he didn’t want me to get sick from the fish bites. This made sense, until he picked up a wad of the jelly on his finger, and pushed it into my ass hole. He took another gob, and pushed more of it up my ass, which was now ablaze and twitching. He worked a finger into each hole, and rammed them in and out repeatedly, intensely watching my reactions. He kept jamming and jamming his fingers in and out, and finally, he got what he was looking for: I began writhing and jerking uncontrollably in my seat, my legs shooting straight out, then flailing around wildly. I began bucking up and down against his invading fingers, and then, whoosh, my pussy was contracting and my ass was quivering out of control, and my juices just poured out, pumping hot cum all over his face, and down his arm. It was a great encore of an otherwise spectacular show. He stood underneath me, his face just six inches from my tender young pussy, and watched up close as I jerked and bucked, and exploded with orgasm after orgasm.

Finally, my body calmed down, and my head slumped over in exhaustion. But Uncle Clyde wasn’t quite finished yet. He walked away, saying he had one more present for me. He came back with some type of fake horse tail, attached to a rather large butt plug. He referred to me as “Dee, the Pony Girl”, as he rubbed menthol lube all over the plug. (My real name is Debbie, but everyone calls me Dee). Standing under me once again, he teased my ass with it, running it around in circles on my ass hole. I had to strain some, but he managed to work it into my rectum until only the tail part was visible. Finally, he lowered me down and removed the itchy rope wrapped around my abused tits. He began rubbing them and fondling them until some of the rope marks disappeared. Then he released my arms, and they fell limply into my lap. I curled up in the tire tube and fell asl**p, my pussy still burning hot from the menthol, and my ass plugged well, with a horse tail proudly flowing out of it.

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