He inadvertently pulled my hand up from around his cock again and this time I snatched it back.
In fact I quickly reached down and grasped his wrist, pulling at it in an attempt at resistance, finally, but he was much stronger than me, and my bodies response to this sense of powerlessness was for my pussy to feel all tingly.
Of course his fingers playing over my clitoris probably had something to do with it but in my mind at that moment it was my fault.
I felt like I was making this happen, like I’d wished it into existence, which is nonsense of course, but it felt very real at that moment.
I was like Red Riding Hood and I shouldn’t have teased the big bad wolf because now he was gonna eat me all up.
Uncle Phil had just been rubbing me up until that point so I let out a sharp little yelp of surprise behind his hand when one of his fingers suddenly penetrated me.
I whimpered as he twirled his finger around inside my little virgin hole before bringing it back up towards his mouth, but instead he removed his other hand from my mouth, kind of swinging it aside like a door, but keeping it resting against my head, holding it ready to clamp down any moment, and shoved his finger, dripping with my pussy juice, into my mouth.
I tried to turn my head away but he had a pretty firm grip on me with his other hand.
Now I had grasped his wrist in both my hands, trying desperately to pull it away but he didn’t budge.
His arm was solid like a mountain as he began finger fucking my mouth.
“Suck it you little whore!” he demanded in a harsh whisper.
I instantly complied, afraid to do otherwise, and although I held on to his wrist I stopped trying to pull it away as I sucked on the finger he was sliding in and out my mouth.
Since I couldn’t cry and suck effectively at the same time I sucked.
Instead of sobbing I moaned and whimpered as I sucked his finger, closing me eyes and imagining I was sucking a cock, as I had dreamed of so many times.
I had started secretly watching porn a while back and the last couple of months I’d become kind of obsessed with cock sucking videos.
“That’s my girl.” Uncle Phil encouraged. “Taste your sweet pussy juice.”
I had been masturbating regularly since I was relatively young so of course I’d tasted my own juices before.
It’s not my favorite flavor or anything but I don’t mind it.
Besides soon it was gone and for a brief moment I was able to block out that this was Uncle Phil’s finger and pretend it was a cock I was sucking.
I moaned and whimpered, a bit of saliva dribbling down my chin when he suddenly pulled his finger out from in between my sucking lips, making a tiny popping sound.
As he pulled his hand away I released his wrist and whimpered, “Uncle Phil, why rrrfuunnooommee?”
I had tried to say “Uncle Phil, why are you doing this to me?” but the last part was muffled when his hand clamped back down over my mouth.
When he withdrew his other hand behind me, and then pushed my leg off of his, closing my thighs I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe it was finally over, that is until I felt his hand slip into the waistband of my panties and begin pulling them down over my ass.
Of course I was lying on my side which would have made them hard to get down but he’d anticipated that little snag so he commanded, “Help me get these panties down Sabrina.”
Without thinking I lifted my hip, and grabbed the other side of my panties on the top hip, helping Uncle Phil pull them quickly down to about mid thigh.
I didn’t know why I had complied so quickly except to say that I was just used to obeying him, besides the fact that although my brain may have been confused my body seemed to know exactly what it wanted.
It didn’t take long before I could feel something pushing in between my moist swollen labia, and although I knew I should be resisting, and that this was all wrong, my body betrayed me again.
Instead of pushing away, screaming, biting his hand, or any of the myriad other things I could have done to resist I arched my back, presenting my wet little pussy to him for penetration, and that’s exactly what he had in mind as I soon discovered.
I had thought that his hand clamping down over my mouth had woken me up but then I felt him penetrating me and my eyes went wide with terror as I was suddenly fully cognizant of what was happening.
Uncle Phil was raping me.
I let out a shriek and started to struggle but he gripped my hip tight with one hand while his other squeezed my mouth harder, hurting me a little as he shushed me, adding with a menacing tone, “You’d better be a good girl Sabrina.”
I began sobbing again as his hips went into motion, first just using quick, shallow thrusts, but then going in a little deeper every few thrusts.
The pitch and frequency of my cries varied involuntarily based on his thrust so that by the time he’d buried it inside me all the way to the hilt, his hips pressing firmly against my ass, I ran out of breath during his slow insertion, and was forced to breathe in hard through my nose.
After taking a couple of deep breaths I started sobbing again as Uncle Phil whispered in my ear, “Shh, it’s okay precocious baby, Uncle Phil’s just making a woman out of you.”
“Nnn, mmphmm!” I whimpered, trying to say “No Uncle Phil!” as he slowly rubbed his hips up and down, stretching my little hole.
Then he pulled out to the tip, causing my to inhale deeply before letting out a long low grunt as he slowly drove all the way back in.
Then he did it again, and again, and each time he penetrated me a I found myself grunting out a long, “Nnnuuuuuggghhh!”
Before long he began pumping his hips a little faster, gradually increasing his speed, and my vocalization kept pace with him so that by the time he was really fucking me hard, his hips slapping my round ass, I was barking, “Nuh, nuh, nuh nuh!” in sharp reports.
I felt so violated and helpless, but I also felt guilty because as wrong as it was another thing I felt was this hard cock thrusting into my pussy and it was getting me off.
Those grunts were “No!”s muffled by Uncle Phil’s hand as I tried to fight the rising tide of my orgasm, but the more I fought it the stronger it seemed to get until it finally overcame me.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and my body quivered as the ecstasy rippled through me, and I reached back, grasping the wrist of the hand Uncle Phil had on my hip, squeezing hard before I began pumping my hips wildly, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts.
I was grunting like an animal so I could barely understand Uncle Phil as he said in a breathy whisper, “Oh yeah, that’s a good girl Sabrina, take that cock like a good little girl, take Uncle Phil’s cock.”
That woke me slightly from my lust filled haze to feel ashamed.
For one blissful moment this was just a man having sex with a woman but then he reminded me that no, this was a young girl being raped by her middle aged “uncle” and enjoying it like a slut.
I had asked for this is what I was thinking and as fucked up as it sounds that idea was suddenly freeing.
If I had asked for it and I was a bad girl then maybe I should enjoy it, and that’s why I kept my hips in motion even after my orgasm finished off.