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"Daisy!" Uncle Mason shouts from downstairs, his voice echoing through the bare, lonely house and into my room.
I sigh and roll off of my bed, leaving my schoolwork unfinished.
He already has his briefcase put away and his shoes kicked off by the time I make it down to the living room.
"Yes, Uncle?" I ask sweetly, peering at him through my lashes.
Mason loosens his tie and nods his head towards the recliner, "Time to play horsey."
I pout, "I don't want to play today. I'm tired."
He scowls disapprovingly at me, "I didn't ask if you wanted to. It's time to play horsey."
I frown and cross my arms over my chest stubbornly.
He takes his seat on the wide recliner and pops open the footrest. "Now, little girl."
I drag my feet on the way, all while watching him undo his belt buckle. He shimmies his pants and boxers down and grabs a towel from the side table. The towel has a small hole in the middle, just wide enough for his cock and balls to fit through. He drapes it over his lap, making sure its sitting correctly.
"Mount." He orders, pointing to his upright erection. I haven't seen many penis' in real life, but I'm sure my uncles is on the larger side. The mushroom-esque head is a deep shiny purple, contrast to the pale color of his shaft. Blueish veins run up it, a particularly large one runs up the back of it. From experience I know that one is particularly sensitive for him.
I slowly strip out of my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I've never liked that I have to be naked while hes still fully clothed. It seems unfair, but everytime I bring it up to him he gets angry.
I crawl onto the recliner and straddle his lap, hovering over his angry looking cock.
"Are you wet?" He questions, looking intently at my bare pussy. I shake my head, but he ignores my answer and checks for himself. He drags his fingers through my folds and tuts at me. "Lube it is."
He reaches into his side table drawer for the bottle of lube. I avoid looking because I know exactly what in there and I hate it. It holds various toys for him to use on me for 'maximum pleasure'. He rotates through them so he doesn't get bored, but they're all the same to me.
The lube is cold as he spreads it on my labia and then shoves his slippery fingers inside me. I jump from the unexpected penetration and he chuckles at my reaction. He pulls his fingers from me and uses the rest of the line on his hand to cover his cock.
Some sick part of me is okay with him using lube because it means I wont have a sore and raw pussy when he's done.
"Sit." He commands.
I wiggle my hips until I feel the warm tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I lower myself, my pussy resisting his entrance until he finally pops in. We both sigh, but for different reasons. His is most likely because hes a sick pervert who loves the feel of my pussy around his dick, while mine is because of the initial sharp jolt of pain I get upon first entry.
"Good girl." He praises, one of his hands cupping my ribs so his thumb can rub my nipple. His other hand grips my hip and he begins guiding me lower and lower, as his cock fills every single crevice inside me.
Not only does he look big, but he feels big, especially compared to my small frame.
His dick hits my cervix, meaning hes reaches as far as he can go in me, but theres still a little bit left of him that's not inside me, simply because he cant all fit.
I flinch as he his cock kisses my cervix. I had never found pleasure in him going so deep, and I doubt I ever would.
"Suck in, little girl."
I do as he says, sucking in my stomach and leaning back, as much as I can. I rest my hands on his knees so I remain steady. Doing this leaves a distinct outline of where his cock is.
He uses his fingers to trace the bulge in my belly. He releases a breathy moan as he presses harder and rubs up and down.
He swiftly smacks my ass. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to leave a message.
I remain sucking in and leaning back, but now begin to bounce on his lap.
Uncle enjoys seeing himself move inside me, and it's made clear by the grunts and moans he makes, all while pressing against the protruding bulge he creates in my stomach.
His cock drags through my spongy pussy, and I avoid him hitting my cervix as much as possible.
Every few moments I have to release my stomach so I can breath normally for a bit. He always pinches one of my nipples to remind me to suck back in.
I find some of what he does to me pleasurable, but the humiliation of it all, the burn in my thighs from bouncing, or the pain from my cervix outweighs the enjoyment.
My pace falters when one of my uncles fingers finds my clit and he begins playing with it. He starts slow, using the tip of his fingers to tickle it.
My hips involuntarily jerk and the inside of my thighs twitch.
I whimper and he hums in satisfaction as my pussy clenches around him.
"Oh, Sweet Girl. Are you going to cum today?" He coos, albeit a little condescendingly, but it's a coo nonetheless.
I stubbornly shake my head.
He chuckles, his fingers proving more pressure to my clit, "And why not?"
"No." I breathily whine like a child as my pussy and stomach begin heating up.
I don't like it when he forces me to feel pleasure. It makes me seem a willing participant, that I'm just as disgusting as him.
It's been years since Uncle Mason got custody of me, and in that time he began the slow process of turning me into his plaything. At first I didn't know what was going on- a gentle touch to my stomach became a soft graze to my undeveloped breasts. But the more bold he became the more uncomfortable I was.
He often liked me sitting on his lap and he would rub my tummy or back. It was a nightly routine and even though I didn't enjoy what I assumed were innocent touches I let him do it because it was the only time I was allowed to watch TV.
I didn't realize he had nefarious intentions until one night I dozed off and his hand wandered under my nightgown and touched my underwear covered pussy. He laughed it off, claiming it was an accident, but as the weeks went by these 'accidents' became more common.
One day all of my underwear mysteriously disappeared, including all the dirty ones in my laundry hamper. When I asked him about it said he they were being washed.
I haven't worn underwear since, and he's made sure I have more skirts and dresses than pants. All of my sleepwear have been silky gowns since I moved in.
He waited a week after getting rid of my underwear to touch my bare pussy. A week after that is when he first put a finger in me. I cried when it happened. He just shushed me, kissed my head, and continued playing with me while I sobbed.
Teachers at school began noticing a change in my behavior, but uncle was able to pass it off as late onset grief from my parents dying. He started homeschooling me shortly after.
My uncle gave me my first orgasm as a reward for finishing my first month of homeschool. I was so overwhelmed with his touches and the unknown feeling he had given me that I cried in his arms for over an hour while he cuddled me.
He fucked me shortly after that. It happened after dinner, while I was in his lap watching TV, two of his fingers slowly stroking in and out of my pussy and occasionally rubbing my clit. He had paused my show and turned my head, asking if I wanted to play a game.
I loved games, and we would often play board games on the weekend. It felt like treat to play on a weekday, so I gleefully agreed.
He told me the game was called horsey and that all I had to do was 'mount' his 'saddle' and he would do the rest.
I became hesitant. It wasn't a board game and it seemed boring, but he assured me it would be fun.
He fluffed my skirt out so it covered all of his thighs and part of his stomach and then he put one hand under the cloth and messed with his pants. I couldn't see what was happening, but my naivety had me assuming it was part of the game.
He told me to 'mount', which was basically just sitting on his lap. I lowered myself, but jumped when I felt something touch my privates. I assumed it was a finger or two, and tried to move my hips away from it. His hand outside of my skirt gripped my waist to hold me still and he pulled me down.
The thing touched my privates again and I tried once again to move away. He told me to stop squirming or I would ruin the game. I told him I didn't want to play anymore and he said I had already agreed and couldn't back out. He once again told it would be fun, so i let him guide me down onto what i thought were his fingers.
It wasn't until his 'fingers' didn't slide into me easily that I began to panic. He remained calm and told me it was just the 'saddle', and part of the game was 'mounting' the 'saddle'. Eventually his 'saddle' popped into me. I screamed at it. It hurt, yes, but it was also so much different than his fingers as it filled me, making it feel like I was splitting apart.
He held me tightly to his chest, gripping my hair and making sure I couldn't get away from the small part he had embedded in me despite my little hands trying to push him away. His thighs were shaking and his stomach rippling. Something warm coated my insides. Uncle was muttering curse words through his gritted teeth while is eyes were smashed shut. After a moment or two the 'saddle' got slightly smaller and softer, but remained upright. Once I had calmed down significantly and he was seemingly back to normal he began to slowly slide me down. Despite me becoming hysterical once again he didn't stop his steady pace to claim every free space of my insides.
I yelped when he hit the end of my tunnel, and only then did he once again stop and hold me to his chest, though that time it was as tight. He murmured words of encouragement into my hair between soft kisses to my head. I pathetically tried to pull away, but I was too emotionally drained to do much fighting.
The rest of the time we played horsey he explained how to ride the saddle, and helped me move my hips correctly. I was still crying, but I knew the best way to be done with it was to play along until the game was over.
The time between then and now was filled with him teaching me many different types of horsey, and lots of new words that went along with it. He also slowly introduced toys to our playtime.
I'd thought many times about running away but was always stopped by my uncle who somehow always knew what I was thinking. He reminded me that I had nowhere to go, and no one to take care of me.
In my head I also thought it wasn't that bad living with him. Besides the play time, we had a lot of fun. We'd play board games, and watch movies, we'd learn to cook a new dish every week, and my schoolwork was fairly easy. When I was bored I could read as much as I wanted and he made sure I had more than enough books to keep me entertained.
Parts of me despise him for what he does to me, and I long for the days I was with my loving parents, but overall living with uncle was bearable.
Still didn't mean I wanted to orgasm though, which is why I fight it so hard.
Cumming meant that I was giving into his sick games, and I wanted it clear to him that I didn't like it one bit.
"Just let go, Daisy." He says softly, while his thumb took over circling my clit.
"No!" I say through gritted teeth, fighting off the inevitable. I know he can feel me clenching tightly around him. He knows I'm close.
A sudden pinch to my nipple has me crying out. I hurriedly ducked back in so he wouldn't do it again. I hadn't even noticed I let it go.
Even more pressure to my clit has the warmth in me spreading further. My legs twitch and I'm no longer able to concentrate on my rhythmic bouncing, slowing significantly. He begins bucking up into me. The warmth fades as the pain from him hammering against my cervix takes over. There's still a small part of his cock that doesn't fit in me, and it's like he's trying his hardest to cram it in.
"Ah!" I cry out, pushing against his hips. "N-not s-s-s-so ha-ard!"
"Almost done." He grunts out, continuing his fast pace.
Finally he pulls me down as he gives a particularly hard thrust up. i cry out, a tear slipping down my cheek as the breath is forced out of me. His cock grows warmer, and it pulses in me as he holds me tightly to him, his warm cum covering my spongy walls. He gradually relaxes as his orgasm fades. His hand strokes my hair and he presses his lips against my temple.
"Such a good girl." He murmurs, his breathing faster than normal.
I rub the tears from my eyes, sniffling softly.
"Did you cum?" He asks.
"No." I mumble, tucking my head under his chin to avoid looking at him.
Uncle grips my shoulders and pulls me away from him, effectively ruining my attempt to end the conversation, "I think you need to, Daisy."
"I don't want to." I whine stubbornly, trying to dismount from the saddle.
"Settle down, little girl!" He spanks me, and I freeze, ducking my head at the punishment. "Lay back."
With my legs still folded on either side of his thighs, I lay my back on his outstretched legs. The movement has his cock, which i'm still speared on, beginning to harden inside me, but it doesn't reach full girth by the time I'm settled. I stare at the ceiling, listening to the familiar sound of uncle opening the side table drawer.
I hear the vibrating only a moment before it's directed onto my clit. The stimulation has my breath catching and causes my whole body to twitch. Uncle uses the hand not holding to torturous toy to me to hold my waist, his thumb rubbing my skin.
The pressure in my stomach has my pussy clenching around his half hardened cock. I squirm, the vibrations already becoming overwhelming despite me not cumming yet.
"That's my good girl." He coos as he turns up the vibration setting. My pussy grips his cock like a vice, and he hisses through his teeth. He's now fully hard, and starting to move his hips just enough to cause some friction.
"Uncle, please!" I beg, a small soft moan slipping through, though i'm not exactly sure what I'm asking for.
"Please?" He teases. "You want more?"
He ignores me shaking my head and turns the vibrations up even further. I squeal, my legs starting to flail before Uncle pins them under his arms. My stomach continues tightening, the warmth escalating.
"Just let it happen." Uncle guides me through it.
I shut my eyes tightly, my hips jerking. The warmth in me overflows, blasting through my stomach. My pussy flutters, massaging my uncles cock. I gasp, my hands clutching at his wrist that's holding the toy to my clit.
He hushes me, rubbing his free hand on my stomach and breasts.
"Too much!" I cry out, bucking my hips to try and get away from the merciless vibrations. It has my stomach continuing to tighten, despite my orgasm less than a minute ago.
Uncle chuckles, turning off the toy, "Alright. Come here, baby girl."
He slides his hands under my armpits and lifts me so our chests are mashed together. He glides his fingers across my bare back. These cuddle sessions are the only bearable part of playing. It's relaxing being in his arms- even if I am naked and sitting on his erection.
"You make me so proud." He whispers.
"Are we done playing?" I ask, curling my hands between our bodies.
"For now." He tells me, patting my bottom gently. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Yesterday you said we were having pizza."
He tilts my chin so I'm looking at him. He raises an eyebrow, "Oh I did?"
I smile sheepishly and nod my head, "Um, yeah!"
He playfully glares and lightly pinches my bum, "Silly girl. Is your schoolwork done?"
"Almost. I just have math."
"Lets clean up. You finish school while I order the pizza."
I perk up, "Really?" I can't believe I'd gotten away with my lie, though I suspect he knows I'm lying.
He chuckles and kisses my forehead, "Yes. Now slowly dismount."
An embarrassing noise comes from my pussy as his cock pops free from me. His cum and my juices string from me, and he uses the towel he placed around his cock to clean him and then wipes my privates. My thighs twitch from his touch and Uncle Mason smirks at me.
He holds my hands as I stand on shaky legs.
As soon as I'm stable enough to walk on my own he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, "Run along, Daisy."