The uncle's nock with Incest Story

Open your mouth bitch! He had shouted it in a gut voice of anger and vomit. I was terrified and couldn't even move my jaws. But I did. I opened my mouth and he slipped my penis pushing up to my throat. I was afraid of suffocating because crying had blocked my nostrils and I could not breathe through my nose. - Ah suck beautiful, suck! - I tried, I tried to imagine myself happy, in a condition other than that, sucking a cock that wasn't that. Uncle could be very bad when I didn't obey, and I was afraid, I was terrified that he would talk to mom and dad.

It all started last fall. I had just turned 14 and was left alone at home with him. The aunt had had to go out to withdraw Nic from the nest. Nothing special, I got along well with my uncle, he had never been misunderstood in my regard, on the contrary, he played the guitar and I sang, the songs that the children sing, and he was always the one who animated the parties. Then that evening everything changed, all orders were subverted and the uncle I knew has turned into the ravenous wolf who still haunts me today. He sat next to me. He was short of breath and sweating. He told me I had to play a game with my uncle.

He took my hand and placed it on his swollen codpiece. There and then I remained suspended in time, I did not understand what was happening and it was like when in a film they show you the character to whom something is happening that stops and with a voiceover makes all the necessary reflections outside the scene. I felt that codpiece becoming more and more swollen, as if an animal was pushing from below. Uncle was panting with a cigarette breath that I found absolutely unpleasant. He looked at me with liquid eyes and it made me sick. I still have that feeling today as he stares at me. But at least in the beginning he was more attentive, it didn't hurt me and he didn't talk to me as he does now. I hate it when she calls me a whore, even though she's not wrong. as if an animal was pushing from below. Uncle was panting with a cigarette breath that I found absolutely unpleasant. He looked at me with liquid eyes and it made me sick.

I still have that feeling today as he stares at me. But at least in the beginning he was more attentive, it didn't hurt me and he didn't talk to me as he does now. I hate it when she calls me a whore, even though she's not wrong. as if an animal was pushing from below. Uncle was panting with a cigarette breath that I found absolutely unpleasant. He looked at me with liquid eyes and it made me sick. I still have that feeling today as he stares at me. But at least in the beginning he was more careful, he didn't hurt me and he didn't talk to me as he does now. I hate it when she calls me a whore, even though she's not wrong.

You know what, when it happens to you that you do these things in the end do other things doesn't seem that bad, and so I started fucking with others. No, not with guys my age, I also have sex with people much older than me, and they pay me. They also pay me well, not just mobile phone top-ups. I put everything away, I put the money aside, I didn't spend a single cent because I will need that money to disappear. I leave, when I can I leave. I go far and delete all this crap, all this smell of cum that sticks to you even when I take a shower. But tonight had been the biggest stumbling block. Uncle had stuck his tongue in my mouth and with those slimy hands he had groped my tits. He grunted like a pig and was all over me. It was hot and it blew and made me sick.

He stopped kissing me and opened my legs unceremoniously, but it didn't hurt. Not yet. He pulled off my panties and took off my pants. I no longer understood anything, too many thoughts overlapped in my head and the fear, indeed no, the terror that my aunt would return home. What would he think of me? What would he say, that I was a whore, and still, in fact, I wasn't. What about my parents? What would become of me? What would they think, so convinced they had a perfect daughter? What about my parents? What would become of me? What would they think, so convinced they had a perfect daughter? What about my parents? What would become of me? What would they think, so convinced they had a perfect daughter?

But the fault was not mine. Now I know I should have reacted from that first time. I should have stopped him from shoving his big, lousy cock inside me, and pushing, shoving me so much that I felt no pain as he fell to the last veil of my virginity. Lost some blood. - It's nothing - he said - It happens as a rule, now you pass princess. -. Disturbing how he went from whore to princess without even fading the hues, as if the range of meanings between one word and the other were details with Hardcore BDSM Stories.

He emptied his scrotum inside me, but he wasn't stupid, the crafty uncle had a condom. When she finished doing what she had to do she left me lying on the sofa. I was looking at the ceiling and fuck no, it wasn't a rape because I didn't put up any resistance. I was complicit in that kind of near incest. And after that there were many, many more.

But that last time he had gone too far. He shoved his cock into my mouth fiercely, in anger. He had railed at me, demanded that I get on my knees and suck, suck more and more eagerly, as he liked. And I was afraid that all his sperm would end up in my throat, dirty my face, my clothes and that damned soul that I could no longer remove from all the sins I had committed. But even that time I didn't have the courage to say no, as always. I cummed on my face, ended up in my eyes and nose, I felt like I was suffocating. The hatred I felt at that moment is not something that can be described in words. - You've become a really nice slut Susanna, a slut to fuck hard. - I knew it wasn't over yet. The uncle waited the time necessary to recharge and resumed fucking me.

That was also the case that time. She lifted my skirt and pinned me to the wall, at ninety degrees. He masturbated to make the penis even harder, even bigger and without a condom and without compliments he shoved it in my ass nastily. I was in a suffocating pain. It was not the first time but he had never been so violent and above all he had always used lubricant. Not that time, this time he wanted to punish me for something I don't know, but the pain was so strong that the tears flowed without restraint. I was trying to swallow the sobs, I didn't want her to hear me. And he Ah. Ah ugly slut, ah, I bang you slut, I bang you, ah ... - Those words made me even more disgusting. That time too it ended. He came inside my ass so much the asshole knew that there was no risk. When he finished he got dressed and went to pour himself a drink.

I was in such pain that I couldn't move. I cleaned up in a hurry, got dressed and left as usual without saying goodbye. I was sick of that torture. At 7 pm I had an appointment. I told my parents that I would stay at Giulia's house to study for the test in class. I got on the metro and arrived at the meeting place an hour early. I decided to spend the time in a bar.

My ass still hurt, fucking bad. I was afraid of bleeding and that someone would notice. I went into the bathroom, everything was fine, just so much pain. I took the opportunity to change the panties. I put a pair that I had put in my backpack, black lace thong, pig just right. I ran a washcloth over me, over my ass and cunt to get rid of that pig's semen smell. I couldn't walk normally from too much pain. I sat down at the table, there were still twenty minutes to meet X. He was a very well-groomed man. An entrepreneur also involved in politics. Clean, tidy, never a word out of place, in his forties. We had fucked two more times together. An old-fashioned gentleman, he liked traditional things, but he wanted the best, he didn't like seasoned fruit.

There he is. He had arrived with the usual punctuality. A nod of the head and I followed him. I got into the car. It was cold. It smelled good: ironed and starched shirt, flawless jacket, freshly cut hair, aftershave, perfect shave. Sunglasses even though the sun was nice it set. He didn't want to take any chances. He took me to the usual place, a bad motel, but it certainly wasn't frequented by people who knew him. He was much more delicate than his uncle. Sure, she wanted the same thing, she wanted to fuck, but she knew how to do it much more elegantly. He didn't ask me questions. We hardly spoke. He just gave me signs that I understood on the fly. He didn't want to connect with me, he just wanted sex, no involvement. It had been clear from the first time. I was a little girl and he loved to fuck my peers but nothing more. He had daughters my age. Perversion? Maybe, but no more than that of the uncle who came to fuck his wife's niece, I wasn't blood of his blood, but who cares?

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I undressed as usual. No "whore sucks". No vulgarity. A regular fuck, without too much foreplay. Delicate and agile, he made me fly in his hands, in fact I was fascinated by that man. He knew how to touch the most exciting points and every time I was able to come with him effortlessly. He had a muscular physique, like someone who cares and works out at the gym, but without exaggerating. Gray hair and gray eyes, eyes that never ended in mine. Maybe I was a little sorry. He made me enjoy, and I made him enjoy.