Consequences Ch. 09

Uncle Max was torturing me. After taking my virginity he'd told me exactly how he'd known I had Kristopher over - apparently he had security cameras installed in the main rooms of the house as well as his room after he'd found me masturbating on his bed. Had probably been hoping that he'd catch me in some other kind of compromising position and then I'd surprised the hell out of him by inviting Kristopher over to take care of my cherry. I'd been hoping that losing it to some other guy would help me get rid of my sick sexual fascination with my uncle. Instead I'd ended up admitting that I wanted him all to myself and he'd agreed - as long as I took care of all his needs.

Which, right now, meant cooking dinner in the nude with an apron on while he sat at the kitchen table and watched. Supposedly thinking about what punishment I was going to suffer for having brought Kristopher over and making my Uncle leave work early. But I knew that making me wait for it was part of the punishment. I may not have a whole lot of experience, but I was coming up with some pretty scary ideas of things that he might do to me. And at the same time, I felt quite sure that he'd manage something worse than anything I thought up, and that just made the whole situation even more anxiety-ridden. Even worse, I already wanted him again. My deflowered pussy was still dripping with our combined juices and his intense scrutiny was turning me on again. Beneath the apron my hard little nipples were rubbing constantly against the fabric of the apron, tantalizing me even more.

I shot little glances at my Uncle Max, feeling both excited and fearful. The revelation that he hadn't cared that I wasn't on the pill - the self-satisfied "good" he'd given me when I'd told him - made me wonder exactly what he expected from our... whatever it was we were doing. Even worse, I was so hot for him that I didn't care. As long as he'd have me. I already knew that Kris wouldn't have been able to satisfy this wildness inside of me, this eager darkness that my good girl side had kept hidden for so long.

After dinner, during which Uncle Max carried on conversation as if there was nothing out of the ordinary to be eating dinner with his naked niece and I did my best to keep up with him. I cleared off the table, keeping an eye on my Uncle. Now that dinner was over something had changed. There was a tension in the air that hadn't been there before, an anticipatory gleam in his eye that told me something was about to happen. Despite my trepidation, I could feel my pussy swelling and moistening in anticipation. As soon as I was done with the dishes and the table had been completely cleared, Uncle Max stood. I faced him, shaking. Wondering. Wanting.

"Take off the apron." Despite the flimsiness of the fabric, it had at least been some kind of cover. Now there was nothing between my young body and Uncle Max's possessive gaze as it raked over me, taking in my taut nipples, the slickness of my pussy which was already ready for him again. He stared at me lustfully, the hard bulge in his pants testament to his desire for me. "Follow me."

We went into the living room where he stood next to the couch. Was it time for my punishment? Had he decided what he was going to do to me? My heart pounded in my chest, my mouth dry.

"Strip me."

Slowly I took off his t-shirt and then his jeans, freeing his erection which bobbed in front of him, pointing straight at me. I stood back up in front of him, kind of surprised that he hadn't wanted a blow job while I was down on my knees. Instead he traced little circles over my breasts, coming close to my aching nipples but never quite touching them.

"So you want sex," he murmured, bringing up a second hand to torment my sensitive flesh. I arched my back, silently begging him to touch my nipples. "Not such a good girl after all are you?"

Whatever answer I could have given turned into a moan as he pinched my nipples hard. Electric heat shot through me, straight to my pussy as he rubbing his fingers back and forth, rolling the poor little buds in his harsh grip.

"Please," I begged, unsure if I was asking him to stop or for more. A cruel, pleased smile twisted his lips.

"Do you want sex, little niece?" I shuddered. I felt like Uncle Max enjoyed reminding me of our familial connection. As if I could forget. Even worse, it only seemed to turn me on more. My nipples were spiky with pain but my pussy was throbbing with need.

"Yes please," I said, pleading in my voice.

He laughed. "So polite. Alright sweet slut. I've decided on your punishment. We're going to have sex until you can't walk straight."

My body heated at his words. More sex? Yeah, sounded like a real punishment. But I didn't let my disdain for his idea of a punishment show on my face. I wanted sex. That was the whole point. So I wasn't going to argue. Sitting down on the couch, my Uncle reached for me, making me straddle his lap. I had a sudden, visceral memory of being in just this position while his fingers wriggled inside me and my face heated as he pressed his face to my breasts, nipping at my tender nipples. I groaned a little, as the pain mingled with pleasure. My nipples were quickly becoming sore. I didn't mind sex, but I hoped he eased up on my nipples soon.

The velvet head of his erection rubbed between my pussy lips and I groaned again, this time in eagerness. Positioning me over him with his hands he rubbed me back and forth and then began to push me down. I gasped a little at how big he felt in this position, my body fighting against the intrusion. I was more sore now, having already been fucked once. It suddenly occurred to me that my nipples might not be the only things becoming sore... is that what he meant by sex until I couldn't walk straight?

"Put your hands on my shoulders and ride me," he commanded, looking up at me with heat in his eyes. Even on bottom he was firmly in control. A shudder rippled through me as I followed his order, my hands gripping the hard muscles of his shoulders, my thighs spreading as I gained traction to begin moving up and down on him. Holy crap, the sensation was intense. His hard cock rubbing against my inner walls, thankfully slick enough to keep it from being a painful friction, but my inner muscles were unaccustomed to this activity and spasmed hard.

Now I was starting to understand why hours and hours of sex might be a punishment for me, considering that I wasn't used to this. And still, STILL, it didn't stop me from wanting him. Not yet at least. I rode him hard, enjoying the unadulterated lust on his face as he watched me bounce up and down on top of him. I became completely wanton, his hands filled with my ass, my breasts bobbling in his face, as I gyrated on top of him. This position gave me new power and the soreness of my pussy was quickly abated by the building orgasm. Uncle Max's hands moved me, forcing me to go faster and faster, ride him harder as cries of ecstasy escaped me. Teeth caught at my nipples, making me clench down on his thrusting cock at the exquisite spikes of painful pleasure.

"OH UNCLE MAX!" I cried out as my orgasm hit me, my clit rubbing hard against him, trapped between our bodies. My pussy tightened down, the sore muscles quivering around him as he continued to buck underneath me, growing even bigger and harder inside me. I screamed with rapture as he swelled, feeling the shooting jets of frothy cum spurting inside of me. Possibly impregnating me.

The thought only sent me surging into another wave of extreme pleasure, my pussy sucking at his cock as if I could milk his cum from him. Quivering, I slumped over, resting my head on his shoulder as he gripped and massaged my ass, his cock slowly deflating inside of me. I moaned a little, but I also felt rather smug. Okay, so I was sore. But everyone knows that it takes men longer than women to recover from a bout of sex. Look at how long it took Uncle Max between deflowering me and now... we had an entire meal in between! My pussy was a little sore again now, sure, but I'd recover before he did. Almost as if he could sense my defiance, Uncle Max pushed me off his lap and down to my knees in front of the couch. Gripping my hair in his hand he brought my mouth to his sex covered cock, now laying softly between his legs.

"Lick me clean," he ordered as he reached over and turned on the television. The musky smell of our combined juices filled my nose as I began to lap softly at his crotch, dragging my tongue along the flaccid flesh. Soft like this it didn't seem nearly so intimidated. I ran my tongue around the grooves of his balls, over his upper thighs and across his pubic bone, before returning to clean his penis. The entire time his hand stayed entwined in my hair, directing me, controlling me. I couldn't deny how hot that made me. Once he was clean he held me right in front of him. "Suck me."

I pulled his flaccid cock into my mouth, enjoying being able to easily fit the whole appendage in without any trouble. Soft he had a slightly different texture and I ran my tongue around it. The organ jerked in my mouth, surprising me. To my horror it swelled a little and I stopped sucking. Uncle Max pinched my sore nipple, hard, making me yelp.

"Keep sucking until I tell you to stop."

My anxiety had returned. I laved my tongue over his flesh, resuming my suckling of his dick. He hummed his appreciation and sat back, continuing to watch TV. About five minutes later my jaw was a little sore and Uncle Max was already slowly coming back to life, swelling and lengthening inside my mouth. I was horrified. Men weren't supposed to recover this quickly were they? Especially considering that he was so much older than me! Unfortunately I couldn't figure out a way to slow him down without earning more punishment.

Once he was at half staff he reached out and began caressing my breasts with surprisingly gentle hands. I moaned a little, realizing that he was definitively going to be hard in a much shorter amount of time than I thought it would take him. Reaching down to my pussy, I brushed my hand over myself and found that I was definitely tender. But at the same time, I couldn't help it that Uncle Max's gentle touch on my breasts was definitely turning me on. Gentle was not what I equated him with, but obviously he knew more about female bodies than I knew about males. His hands cupped, caressed, kneaded and teased, even his touch on my nipples felt good despite the fact that they were sore. My moans only encouraged him, the meat in my mouth getting heavier against my tongue and I began to move my head back and forth a little to keep from gagging.

"Fuck little niece," Uncle Max groaned, letting his head fall back. As he leaned away his hands left my breasts and rested on top of my head, controlling my movements. Which turned me on just as much, if not more, than his hands on my breasts. While I had accepted that my Uncle would use my body exclusively, I hadn't realized how hot it was to feel like his little toy, on my knees between his legs, sucking him off while he watched television. I'd been a good girl for so long, all of my goals leaning towards a college degree, followed by a job, a house and a family. But right now all I could think about was how sexy I felt, how good it felt to be breaking out of my mold and revel in my freedom. In some way, I was still being a good girl, because I was doing exactly what my Uncle wanted. And my grandmother had told me to behave for him.

Freedom had never tasted so delicious.

Once he was fully hard in my mouth Uncle Max grasped my hair and pulled me up, spinning me around so that I was on my hands and knees in front of him. Before I knew what was happening, he was shoving into me from behind, hard and relentless. I cried out as my core parted for him, this new position somehow enhancing my submissive position to him. I couldn't see his face nor he mine, I was nothing more to him than a back and a hole to thrust into, a series of feminine moans rising into the air, and a hank of hair still clasped in his hand. At least that's what I thought, that's what I felt like, until his free hand rested on my butt cheek, his thumb rubbing against my anus as he rode me from behind.

"You've got such a sweet little body, Jenny," he said, grunting as he shoved into me, pushing me back and forth on his hard rod. My sore pussy quivered around his hard rod, my clit spasming every time his balls slapped against the hard little nub. His touch on my anus both frightened and excited me. It felt surprisingly good, an entire new bundle of nerves for him to play with, but I didn't think I was ready for that kind of thing yet. On the other hand, the knowledge that I couldn't stop him if he decided to take me there sent a flood of gushing wetness to my abused pussy. "I'm going to enjoy your hot little mouth, this tight little cunt, and eventually your sweet ass. You're mine, niece, all mine." And his thumb pressed into me, sending a convulsion through me as my inner walls clenched around him in response. I whimpered. It hadn't occurred to me that my forbidden lust for my Uncle was matched by his lust for me, I'd thought that any woman would do for him, but the possessively triumphant tone in his voice revealed the truth. Me. He wanted me.

I felt like a bitch in heat, down on my hands and knees. I knew this was what people called doggy style. And that's what I was. My uncle's sweet little bitch, his sex toy of a niece. Despite the soreness between my thighs I could already feel another orgasm building, the tugging on my hair and the thumb puncturing my anus only driving me even wilder. I began to push back against my Uncle's body, feeling my ass cheeks jiggle every time his groin bounced off of my soft curves.

"Oh fuck... Uncle Max..." I kept moaning his name and various pleas and curses as he pistoned back and forth inside of me, the muscles in my arms starting to quake. My elbows buckled and I went down on my forearms, my sore nipples rubbing against the nubby fabric of the carpet, providing me with an entirely new sensation. With Uncle Max's hand in my hair, pulling my head back, my back was arched beautifully, pushing my breasts down and keeping my ass high as he violated me. The thumb in my ass pushed in farther and I cried out, every nerve in my body fizzing, like the first sizzles of a fourth of July sparkler.

The orgasm hit me hard, my body helplessly writhing before my Uncle, my inner muscles clenching uselessly with this new workout, trying to hold his dick inside of me, but he just kept moving. I could feel him swelling and tears sparked my eyes at the intensity of the almost painful pleasure as he began to spurt inside of me. This time he didn't hold himself still though, he rode me all throughout his own orgasm, his plowing thrusts brutally hard as he wallowed in my body, giving me sobbing wave after wave of shuddering release.

I collapsed before him, my entire body quivering from sexual exhaustion, and my cheek pressed into the carpet. My ass was still in the air, but not as high as it had been before, and I could feel cum dripping down the insides of my thighs. After giving me a few minutes to recover, Uncle Max picked me up and carried me up to his bed like I weighed nothing. He left me alone in his bed and I fell asleep immediately.

He woke me up four times that night. By the morning I really couldn't walk right and I was begging him to let me give him a blow job instead. To my horror I'd found that my Uncle had incredible sexual stamina. I spent Sunday crawling and resting on my stomach, thankful that he'd deemed my red, leaking pussy a good enough punishment.