Anal Aspirations

AUTHORS NOTE

Rhian learns that being a girl on a farm means more than feeding chickens and baking bread. There's anal and oral to get to grips with, but not to worry because the family is here to help. Can Rhian master them both and still retain her virginal purity?

Chapter one: "You have to go very slowly and bit by bit to get your finger up a fly's backside." - old proverb.

Mrs Bevan prepared the family bed for the night. A quick check for any mice warming themselves under the thick woollen tartan blanket and one last flattening out of the bumps in the mattress. It had been freshly stuffed with straw and wool for their guests, but it hadn't quite settled in yet.

Her husband was finishing the last of the ale with his brother, Wmffre, who had just arrived this morning to help get the sheep down off the hills. Their daughter Rhian, despite being 18, had not yet found herself a husband despite being a good cook and skilled with a sewing needle.

Normally, Rhian slept closest to the wall, her mother in the middle and her father Hari on the end. It would have been better the other way round so the women could get up first to make breakfast, but Hari's bladder got him up twice a night. Tonight, Rhian would have to surrender the nice wall spot to Uncle Wmffre and lie squeezed between him and her mother.

As the youngest, it was Rhian's job to warm up the bed. She slipped into her nightgown, got between the chilly sheets, and rolled around. It wasn't her favourite chore, but in the tiny cottage, it did grant her ten minutes of rare privacy.

Uncle Wmffre took his spot in bed, followed by Rhian's parents. She hadn't lain with a man other than her father before, and even then, her mother always lay between. As usual, she lay on her side facing her mother and said her good nights as her father snuffed out the candle.

Almost immediately, she felt her uncle snuggle up close behind. Her mother had warned her he might do this and not to worry, so she lay still as his body moulded to hers and his arm folded over. Slowly, he began fidgeting, and a noticeable lump began pressing against her cloth. Rhian may have been without knowledge of men, but she was a farmgirl and not entirely clueless of the ways of the world. His movements, although tiny, were annoying, but Rhian was too polite to ask him to keep still. Instead, she remained still and tried to ignore the growing bulge pressing upon her buttocks.

Wmffre's actions hadn't gone unnoticed by her mother, who lay smiling softly at her daughter through the darkness. She knew Wmffre wouldn't go further than snuggle up, not tonight anyway, and at least her daughter wasn't repelled by his closeness. Rhian tried to put her uncle's fidgeting out of her mind and get some sleep, but the lump digging into her didn't make it easy.

The next morning, Rhian and her mother got up first to make breakfast. Rhian set the table and prepared the buttermilk while her mother slowly stirred the oats over a low fire. "You look tired, couldn't sleep," she asked.

Rhian shook her head, "No, I couldn't get comfortable," she replied diplomatically in case she was overheard.

"Least the bed was a bit warmer with an extra body in it. You could almost take your nightgown off."

"I don't think Uncle Wmffre would have appreciated that."

Her mother gave a knowing smile, "Least he didn't snore too much."

"That smells good," said Wmffre as he entered the room, "a good night's sleep always makes me hungry."

The men set off after breakfast to round up the sheep, leaving the women to clean the cottage and prepare lunch. Rhian's life seemed to move from preparing one meal to the next.

"So," asked the mother, "What really kept you up last night? You could sleep on top of a church spire in a storm."

Don't know really, guess just been in a different spot."

"Wmffre seemed to be pretty close to you last night. Did you mind?"

"It was a little awkward."

"Well then?"

"Well, what?"

"You know. When he prodded you with his little awkwardness."

"MAM. How did you know? It wasn't exactly comfortable."

"He's a man, dear. You've got to expect a little prod when you share a bed."

"He could have had the decency of pointing it elsewhere."

"I'm sure he'd love to, dear."

"MAM. You know what I mean. Besides, he is my uncle, you know."

"Well, he's my brother-in-law, and I got poked a plenty back in the day."

Rhian blushed, "Does dad know?"

"Hard not to when you're sharing a bed. Of course, we weren't married back then, so a little bit of back door was OK."

"Backdoor?"

"You know, the passage less travelled."

Rhian looked confused, "I don't think I follow."

"A man has nocturnal needs, and a woman must provide for them."

"Don't we do enough cooking? I'm not making him a sandwich."

"You do know he may try and go further tonight? since you didn't reject him last night."

"Further?"

"I'm just saying you might feel a little visitor within."

Rhian stopped polishing for a second as things began to sink in, "One shouldn't jest about such things Mother. What would Father say?"

"One would imagine they're discussing it now on the mountain."

"And you're saying father would be ok with such things? To lie there while my back passage endures Wmffre's lustful lunges."

"Don't dramatise it, dear. More a cwtch and a little jiggle. You must have thought about it on those nights your father and I snuggle up."

Rhian was well aware that on those nights, she had to face the other way that her father was taking his pleasure, but she never once considered "that" hole would be used. "What does the Bible say on the matter?"

"Beats me, but Father Gareth hasn't spoken against it, so it must be OK. Would do you well to get accustomed to it. Now you're 18 people will expect you to offer it up on occasion, especially since you're not yet with your husband."

"Offer it up?"

"You know, a little thank you for a kind gesture. Take last week when Mr. Iorwerth chopped down that dead tree for us. Only took five minutes in the barn to say thank you."

"Thank you? I don't think Father would see adultery as a gratitude."

"It was your Father's idea. Let him keep a quarter of the wood and take his pleasure with me. Normally, he'd take half the wood. Oh, don't look at me like that. We all do it."

"And I suppose you've offered me up to Uncle Wmffre. Help bring the flock down and have my daughter."

"Not at all, Wmffre would be happy with a jug of cider. But it must be on his mind, especially when he's lying by your side. The temptation to try for more than a snuggle can be hard for a man to resist."

"And if I find him tempted? How should I react?"

"Do I detect a hint of curiosity?"

"No, Mother, I mean how will I know of his intentions? I assume one doesn't enter without knocking."

"Well, it would normally start with a gentle prod to see if you respond in kind with a gentle bump back. Then, just to make sure, he's likely to slide his hand upon your bottom. Should you not object, well, he'll take that as an invitation to take you."

Mrs Bevan knew her daughter well. She wouldn't have continued the conversation if her curiosity hadn't been heightened. She also knew by now Rhian would have assumed her blessing to give it a go.

Evening fell, and the cottage was filled with conversation as Rhian's parents recollected stories of yesteryear over jugs of cider and apple cake. Rhian's thoughts were elsewhere. Would her uncle really do what her mother said? Would he really risk it with her parents in the bed? Given her mother's attitude, was it even a risk?

A thought popped into her head. Her mother never asked her if she was OK with Wmffre taking his pleasure, nor did she offer to have a word with him to stop him. Perhaps she should have spoken up, but would that have been inappropriate? As the hour drew late, she wrestled with what to do should he push his luck tonight.

Mrs Bevan asked her daughter to accompany her to check on the chickens before bed. As suspected, she wanted a word in private. "You've been unusually quiet tonight. Not worried about Uncle Wmffre, are you? Not saying he will do anything, but if he does, are you OK with it?"

Before Rhian could answer, her mother thrust a small ceramic pot in her hand, "Here, poke a little of this in your back hole before bed. It's a mix of lanolin, butter, and kelp, with a little lavender to hide the smell. He'll slip up like an eel into its bolt hole."

Rhian wasn't keen on the idea, but it seemed her mother had already made up her mind for her. It felt like that time granny knitted that awful dress she just couldn't refuse to wear. Her mother had the same look of pride in her eyes you just couldn't shatter. Rhian knew tonight she would experience something new.

Just before bed, Rhian excused herself and slipped outside to the toilet. She put her candle in the holder, hitched up her dress, and stuck her finger in the pot, digging out a nugget of the hard waxy substance. It melted slightly in the heat of her hand as she rolled it into a small neat cylinder. A little push, and it disappeared into her, followed by a gooey tingle as it melted.

Rhian nervously got into bed. Her mother said nothing but goodnight and gave a subtle knowing nod. Her father just moaned about the cold as usual. How much did he know? she wondered. She expected more than he was showing. The smell of the extinguished candle had barely dissipated when Uncle Wmffre's arm rested on her shoulder as he shuffled up close.

At first, he lay still, but as he hardened, she felt a soft tap, tap, tap, upon her butt cheeks. Should she lay still and hope he stops or take the hint and bump back? Rhian hesitated a moment then bumped back three times. Wmffre prodded a little harder to make his intentions clear, and Rhian echoed his movements. She felt his hand slip from her waist and glide onto her buttocks, squeezing gently and massaging in small circles. Rhian didn't object or move as his hand slid down her leg and began to lift her nightgown. Nor did she stop him as his finger hooked into the top of her knickers and pulled them down.

Exposed to a man for the first time and blind to what he had to offer, Rhian could only hope that as his niece, he would be gentle. Even with her parents lying in the bed, there was a crushing sense of vulnerability. Her heart raced as she anticipated what was to come, oh how she wished she had asked her mother more.

Rhian felt her uncle's rough cracked calloused hand upon her bare skin travelling where none had travelled before, a finger quickly found its mark and stroked the entrance a few tickling times before slowly slipping two knuckles deep. Rhian found it surprisingly pleasant and not at all physically uncomfortable as she feared, a little squirmy and tickly, but in a strangely enjoyable way. She bit her lip softly and tried to control her increased breathing so as not to draw her parent's attention.

When his finger exited, Rhian knew her time of innocence was near an end. She had known Uncle Wmffre all her life, but now she was to know him in a whole new way. As his fingers spread her young buttcheeks apart and his cock shuffled to her hole she held her breath and gritted her teeth as her heart galloped. "Oh God, this is it," she said to herself as she braced herself to be taken. His arm slid around, hugging her close, and with a long, slow, controlled push, he became her first.

Rhian murmured a little squeak, followed by a gasp as his head broke through, that in its subtly screamed the moment to her mother as loudly as any yell. It did not slip up as easily as his finger, but Wmffre was gentle as he opened up her depths until his wirey bush brushed against her smooth skin and he could go no more. It wasn't easy at first for Rhian, but once full inside, there was a satisfying relief as the ache subsided, leaving a sensation of glorious fullness.

Her mother's comforting hand found hers under the blanket and squeezed as if to say, "It'll be OK," Rhian could have done with it sooner but was grateful of it. She remembered her first time and knew exactly what was racing through her daughter's head as the new sensations filled her and was filled with a sense of pride at how bravely her daughter had taken her first penetration.

"Oh my God, Wmffre's inside, I've a cock in me, I've a cock in me," Rhian repeated over and over to herself as she felt herself fidgeting on his twitching cock. Her body pulsated and writhed inside as it instinctively tried to empty itself of the strange foreign object within, but Wmffre kept himself pressed deep until she surrendered total control to him. As Uncle Wmffre began to gently move within. She squirmed, much to his delight, as his cock slowly glided back and forth fully aware of its responsibility to virgin territory and for the first time since lights out, Rhian smiled.

It was impossible to describe, she felt both dominated yet safe, the sensations both ached yet delighted. The writhing squidgy pumping feeling confused both body and mind yet she yearned for the next thrust of his cock that would introduce a new delight. Rhian's soft panting and occasional gasp left neither mother nor father in any doubt of her newfound pleasure.

Uncle Wmffre remained gentle throughout, his thrust varied from long and deep to short and shallow and all between but never felt forced or threatening. It seemed to dance like an ice skater swirling and turning as it glided up and down with perfect control and timing as if dancing to a tune only he could hear.

Her Father was pleased, his brother had kept his promise to be gentle with her. It was important a girl, especially your daughter has a good first time and who better to trust than your brother, especially after your wife's recommendations. He tried his best to pretend to be asleep so as not to embarrass her, there'd be plenty of time for that another time.

Wmffre knew if he wasn't aware of her innocence, or was alone in bed with her, he'd roll her on her stomach and pump her like a half-price whore. It was a struggle not to lose control as she wiggled and jiggled with each of his thrusts. In the darkness, he could only imagine the expressions her pretty little face was making.

In Uncle Wmffre's tight embrace, locked together like two spoons, Rhian became a woman that night. With one last thrust, he buried as deep as he could and jettisoned his seed in one hot eruption. Rhian lay still as his pulsating cock sneezed its gooey warm load within as his trembling body shook against hers, the pleasure may have been his yet it was strangely satisfying.

Wmffre slowly withdrew his aching cock from her quivering ass and reset her knickers but kept her in his embrace. There was so much he'd like to ask her but at least he knew he had done a good job of breaking her in. Rhian lay softy panting, her insides like jelly and her mind racing long after Wmffre's snoring started.

Breakfast the next day took place as if nothing had happened. Rhian waited for her father to say something but it never came. Uncle Wmffre quietly ate his oats speaking only occasionally of the day's tasks that lay ahead, the only thanks Rhian got was for her cooking. Her mother looked like she was bursting with questions but she held back.

The men had barely passed the garden gate when she excitedly blurted out, "So, how was it? What did you think of it?"

"I'm still wobbling inside. Felt all wiggly and giggly."

"It's good, isn't it? Told you not to worry."

Rhian nodded, she knew her mother was ok with it but she still felt a little embarrassed about the whole thing. "That was the weirdest thing ever, I've never experienced anything like it. It was like being a jellyfish at the mercy of the waves."

Her mother laughed, "That's one way of putting it. I said 'I knew how butter in a churn felt' my first time. How do you feel afterwards?"

"Deeply satisfied, as if I've feasted at a banquet, danced all night, then slunk into the softest of beds with memories of wine."

"So totally fucked then? It gets better, trust me. Every time is different as is every man."

"Is that what that word means? I couldn't believe that Uncle Wmffre was actually inside of me. I feel I know him in a whole new way now."

"It does that to a woman. It brings you closer to a man. Bonds you tighter than the firmest of handshakes. "

"Is that what real sex feels like, all squidgy and bouncy?"

"It's much better, you'll learn that when you take a husband. Just enjoy the alternative for now."

It's a shame Uncle Wmffre has to leave today, I would have very much enjoyed another go."

"You'll have plenty of other opportunities with the men from the village. Be careful though, not all will be as gentle as Uncle Wmffre, nor are they all as delicately proportioned as he is."

"I'm not sure what you mean Mother."

"Well for a start there's big Rhod the miller's son, he's hung like a rolling pin. And there's Arthur the tavern keeper, he'll hump you so hard you'll walk like a drunken sailor for a week."

"What about Father?"

"I didn't marry him for his looks dear. Just remember I'm the only one who sleeps next to him.

"Are you saying he would do me?"

"No dear, but a man with a bellyful of ale and a hard-on doesn't always think straight. Best not put temptation in his way."

"I feel men get a great deal of pleasure from the coupling, is it so?"

"A great deal indeed, and they'll chase that pleasure, like a dog chases a stick. Especially that final throw of their seed."

"I noticed that. He trembled like a scared puppy, felt kind of good though."

"Aye, I'll grant you that. It's a good feeling to take a man's seed. Be warned they'll always be looking to sow in another man's furrow."

Chapter 2 "If you scratch a boar's arse, he'll shit in your hand." -old proverb.

The next day, Mr and Mrs Bevan found themselves alone. Hari had reluctantly promised his wife not to interrogate Rhian about her first sexual experience, but he was keen to know what she had shared with her mother.

"Well, she wasn't as vocal as I expected. Thought she'd be a moaner like her mother."

"Wmffre went easy on her, barely ruffled the bed."

"Still, must have been an eye-opener for her. I think you were right, though, spring it on her the last minute, not give her too much thinking time."

"She acted coy, but you could tell she was curious."

"You think she'll be more interested in men now?"

"I've warned her not everyone will be as considerate as Wmffre. But now she's had a taste she'll want more."

"Good, good, I've seen how they look at her in the market. Only matter of time before one of them tries to get a bit."

"Might be worth having her taste the seed of man. Give her a chance to examine a cock close up."

"Aye, you think she knows about that part of a woman's duty."

"I've not mentioned it but I suspect her friends must have."

"You got anyone in mind?"

"What about your mate Gruffydd? Could negotiate discount on rethatching the roof."

"Didn't you hear? Ram got him with the horn. He hasn't been able to get it up in months. Poor Mrs Awbrey hasn't had it in ages."

"Not from him anyway, heard a rumour she's being getting ploughed by Dafydd."

"Dirty Dafydd? I think we can cross him off the list. Wouldn't let him near my daughter."

"What about Emyr? He'd be a good start for her, and he could help you with that dry stone wall you keep promising to mend."

"Might be worth letting her see you in action first. Wouldn't fancy giving his father one would you? Just I need to borrow his cart next week."

"You not fixed ours yet?"

"It's my back."

"It's your belly you mean. Fair enough, get them to come over but warn them it's her first go."

"Doubt he'll mind, he's good like that. Tell you what, if you give me a blowjob now I'll let you cook me a couple of oatcakes"