If Uncle Phil wanted some pussy I was gonna give him some pussy he’d never forget.
It was like I flipped a switch and all the fear, anger, confusion, all the feelings I had about what Uncle Phil was doing to me just got thrown into fucking his brains out.
Despite my inexperience I must have been doing something right because it wasn’t long after my little attitude adjustment that Phil began chanting, “Oh God, I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna cum inside you, I’m gonna fill you up Sabrina!”
Fear flashed through me as I realized that he could impregnate me.
It wasn’t like I was on birth control, but as much as it terrified me it also excited me.
It was so naughty and just plain wrong that before I knew it I was getting off again.
I barked out a tiny high pitched shriek, my body then seized with orgasmic spasms, and my pussy rhythmically squeezing his thrusting cock.
I’d stopped pumping my hips, arched my back and sticking out my ass to offer him the deepest penetration possible.
My hand had slipped from his wrist to his hand, my other hand finally grasping the hand over my mouth.
He let me pull his hand away from my mouth and I immediately turned my head back towards him, opening my mouth to accept the tongue I knew was coming.
We shared a sloppy sideways tongue kiss as he fucked me but then he broke from it suddenly panting harder before saying in a strained whisper, “Here it comes Sabrina, here it comes baby.”
He just kept slamming into me for a moment and then let out a sharp grunt as he drove into me and stayed there for a second before pulling out a little then driving back in with a moan.
He then began pulling back slowly and popping my butt as he quickly drove back in, grunting out on each stroke, “Fuuck, yeeah, Saab, rina, take it!”
And with every stroke I could practically feel his cock pumping his seed into my belly, and I actually threw my own hand over my mouth to muffle the tiny shrieks each thrust provoked.
Then his stroke gradually slowed until he finally drove all the way back into my cum filled pussy.
I gripped his forearm as his hand slid off my hip and under my shirt, caressing and fondling my body as the hand still resting on the side on my head guided my face back towards his.
I removed my hand from my mouth and immediately accepted his hot tongue.
I couldn’t help moaning and whimpering as we shared a sloppy French kiss with cock buried inside me as one hand explored my body, and the other firmly held my head.
I was once again momentarily lost in the purity of the moment where we were just a man and a woman making love but then he once again pulled me back to reality when he broke from our kiss, and panted in my ear, “You’re such a good girl Sabrina. You took your Uncle Phil’s cock like a champ. You like feeling my sperm inside your little pussy, don’t you sweetheart?”
He began gently but firmly rubbing my tummy as he whispered filthy things in my ear, occasionally pulling his cock out a little and diving back in.
My cheeks flushed hot as I panted to regain my breath, my head was swimming so that I didn’t even realize he was asking me a question until he repeated it with another hard thrust, “Don’t you like feeling my cum inside you Sabrina?”
I didn’t know what to say so I stuttered, “Ye-yes s-s-sir.”
“Yes sir what?” he coaxed slyly.
I didn’t want to say it because it felt too much like admitting to my own complicity but I also couldn’t stop myself so it was with a sense of horrified detachment that I heard myself whimpering, “I love yo-your sperm in-inside me Uncle Phil.”
The most horrific thing was that I actually meant it.
Despite how wrong I knew it all was I’d never felt so sexually satisfied in my young life.
Now there was no question of calling it rape in my mind.
Whatever Uncle Phil had done to me I was now his accomplice and I knew I would never be able to say no to him.
I was his to do with as he pleased.
With that realization a strange sense of peace settled over me.
As if it was out of my hands now, and as Phil whispered into my ear, rubbing my belly, I guess I eventually drifted off to sleep.
I’m not sure how long I was out but the next thing I remember is Uncle Phil shaking me awake and insisting, “Come on Sabrina, we have to get you cleaned up before your parents get up.”
For a second I was confused.
Why was Uncle Phil in bed with me? Why were my panties down?
Then I felt a thick glob of cum slip out of my pussy and it all came flooding back.
But before my mind could deal with that Uncle Phil was helping me out of my panties and taking the tshirt off of me before marching me out the bedroom door.
As Uncle Phil guided me down the hallway towards the bathroom to clean me up I was still a little groggy and had no Earthly idea that this night was about to go from bizarre to totally fucking bonkers.
To be continued…