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Oh God have mercy, what had I done? I was deeply concerned I may have broken the skin with the ferocity of my attack on my nephew's flesh and was relieved therefore, on closer inspection, that the wounds I had inflicted with such zeal were actually still only superficial, though cruel enough for all that. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. It was not my intention to draw blood from his veins, for I am rather squeamish about the stuff to be frank, although that one trait appears to be at odds with my overall temperament.
"Th-thank you, sir," said my nephew, breathlessly. "Now please go ahead and possess me."
My nephew's whole posterior was a glorious canvas of stripes, blotches and florets, of pinks, reds and purples, the sight of which made my prick so hard that I truly feared bursting a blood vessel. In a few days his whole backside would be a pretty collage of many shades of purples, yellows and browns. I was now more than ready for the final assault on his poor defenceless bottom. After all, he was urging me to 'possess' him as he so eloquently put it. It was a triumph of my seductive technique that our final union was to be so mutually desired by both possessor and possessed.
(to be continued...)
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 14 years ago"No, Uncle Jack! You may do anything to me, but please spare Penelope from seeing my defilement. If you have an ounce of pity in your bones, you will spare her from witnessing the two of us in intimate and obscene conflict, sir!"
"Beat me well, Uncle. Beat me raw and then fuck me hard, sir! It's no less than I deserve for my humbling at your hands, for you have cleverly shamed me, reduced my status and prepared me for what is God's will. Please do not be lenient with me."
Maybe it's just me, but I don't really think that's the way folks talk when they are about to be raped.
