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First day – Part 3

With a grunt, he pulled away from my breasts and set me down, my legs wobbly and unsteady. He turned me to face the wall, my cheek pressed against the cool tiles as he stepped behind me. The water from his body trickled down my back, mixing with my own sweat, creating a slick path that sent shivers down my spine. His hands moved to my hips, his grip firm as he pulled me back against him, the heat of his erection pressing into the cleft of my ass.

He kissed and licked my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands moved around to cup my breasts once more, squeezing them roughly, the pain bringing a fresh wave of arousal that had me gasping for breath. My nipples felt swollen and sensitive, the slightest touch sending jolts of pleasure through me. I could feel his breath on my neck, hot and heavy, as he whispered, "You're mine, Niru."

Niru succumbs to the power of her uncle's touch as he positions her against the wall, her body betraying her with its responsiveness. Despite the fear and humiliation, she feels a growing exhilaration, unable to resist the pleasure he inflicts upon her.

The sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine, and I felt his cock, still hard and slick with my juices, pressing against the cheek of my ass. His hands began to move down my body, tracing the curve of my hips before sliding over my round ass. He palmed each cheek, giving them a firm squeeze before his thumbs began to explore the crevice, pushing the wetness between my thighs. His touch was possessive, claiming me in a way that I never knew was possible.

As his hands moved, his mouth followed, kissing and licking a wet path down my back. His tongue felt like a brand on my skin, leaving a trail of heat that made me shiver. He took his time, savoring every inch of my body, as if he was trying to imprint the feeling of his touch onto my very soul. The tip of his tongue reached the top of my ass, and I could feel his breath against my skin, warm and moist. His hands continued to explore, spreading my cheeks apart, his thumbs circling the sensitive skin around my asshole.

I whimpered, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. My body was betraying me, my pussy clenching around the emptiness, begging for his touch. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill down my spine. His teeth grazed my skin, and I felt him trying to push his tongue between my ass cheeks. The sensation was foreign and overwhelming, and I bucked my hips, trying to pull away. But he was too strong, his grip tightening, his body pressing me into the cold tiles.

Niru's uncle maintains his dominance, caressing and squeezing her body as his tongue explores new territories, pushing her boundaries and inducing a mix of fear and excitement that she is powerless to resist.

As the confrontation in the bathroom intensifies, Niru feels conflicted between fear and arousal from her uncle's touch. Despite her resistance, her body responds, leaving her trapped and confused. She succumbs to the overpowering sensations, her legs tightening around him, and her hands guiding his touch, as she experiences a tumultuous blend of fear, pain, and excitement. His dominance continues, pushing her to the brink of control and leaving her feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed.

 He leaned into me, his breath hot against my skin, his teeth lightly nipping at my ass. I felt his tongue probe, tasting me, exploring the folds of my sex. My thighs quivered, and I moaned, the sound muffled by the wall. His hands held me in place, his thumbs spreading my cheeks wider, giving him full access to my most private parts. His tongue traced the line between my pussy and ass, the sensation so intense I thought I would scream.

The feeling of his mouth and beard on me was unexpected, a strange mix of rough and soft that had my senses reeling. His beard brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and pussy, sending shivers through my body. His tongue was insistent, pushing past my defenses, and I could feel myself growing wetter, my body betraying my fear.

As his tongue delved deeper, I couldn't help but push back against him, my hips moving in a rhythm that matched his strokes. The sensation was overwhelming, his beard tickling and teasing my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. It was a sensation that I had never experienced before, a feeling of vulnerability mixed with a strange excitement that made my legs shake.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of her uncle's oral assault, Niru's body responds with growing arousal, despite her fear and resistance. His bearded face brings a unique sensation that she finds both terrifying and exciting, and she cannot help but push back against his intrusion, her body succumbing to the wave of pleasure.

I felt his hand slip down the front of my body, his fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing it in slow circles. The pressure was maddening, the friction from his thumb sending bolts of pleasure through me as he worked my body like a maestro. His other hand remained on my hip, holding me in place as he feasted on my pussy. His mouth was warm and wet, his beard scraping against my skin in a way that made me squirm.

My moans grew louder, and I could feel myself losing control. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking until I was panting and writhing against the wall. It was as if my body had been waiting for this all along, craving the touch of another, the feeling of being taken and claimed. And despite the fear, despite the violation, I couldn't help but give in to the sensations that he was coaxing from me.

My legs began to tremble, and I knew I was close. My pussy clenched around his thumb, and I could feel the pressure building, the warmth spreading through my core. And then it was too much. I screamed out, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing as I came. I felt a warm gush of liquid, my juices spraying from my pussy, soaking his face. I had never squirted before, never felt that intense of a release, and it was as shocking as it was exhilarating.

Niru's uncle continues his relentless oral assault, bringing Niru to a powerful and unexpected squirting orgasm, leaving her feeling claimed and overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience, despite the underlying fear and violation she feels.

He didn't miss a beat. He lapped up my juices, groaning with pleasure, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror. The sight of him, his face wet with my cum, his mouth open in a silent moan of satisfaction, was like watching a scene from one of my darkest fantasies come to life. And I hated myself for it.

 He pulled back, a string of my juices connecting his mouth to my pussy, and I felt the coldness of the air hit my exposed skin. He smirked at my reflection, his eyes dark with desire. "You taste so sweet, Niru," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So much sweeter than I ever imagined."

Without warning, he leaned in, pressing his mouth to mine, his tongue pushing its way between my lips. I could taste the saltiness of myself on his tongue, and for a moment, I was too shocked to react. But then, instinct took over, and I found myself kissing him back, our tongues dancing together in a twisted dance of power and submission. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to my cheek, and then to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went.

He licked the side of my face, his tongue sliding through the cum that had spilled out of my mouth, tasting me in a way that no one ever had before. His eyes were locked onto mine, a mix of triumph and hunger in his gaze that made me feel like the most desired woman in the world. And as much as I hated it, I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me, the dark excitement of knowing that he wanted me, that he found me irresistible.

Without warning, he crushed his mouth to mine again, his tongue pushing past my lips, coating my mouth with the musky, salty taste of my own desire. I felt the wetness of his cum mixing with my saliva as we kissed, a depraved exchange that seemed to seal my fate. His hand never left my pussy, his fingers working in a steady rhythm that had me grinding against him, my hips moving in silent plea for more.

For a brief moment, I felt a flicker of disgust, the reality of the situation crashing over me like a cold shower. But it was quickly drowned out by the relentless pleasure he was giving me. His tongue swirled around mine, and I could feel his thumb pressing hard against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, eager to be used by him, to be filled and claimed.

He pulled away from me, and I felt a rush of cold air against my wet skin. His eyes searched my face, looking for any sign of resistance. But all he saw was my own desire staring back at him, my pupils dilated with lust. With a smug grin, he picked me up, my legs still trembling from the intensity of my climax. He cradled me in his arms, carrying me out of the bathroom and down the hallway like a bride on her wedding night.

I couldn't believe what was happening. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, fear and excitement tangled together in a tight knot that made it hard to breathe. As he carried me into my mother's room, the reality of the situation hit me like a slap in the face. This was where she slept, where she felt safe and loved. And now, it was being tainted by his touch, by my own perverse desires.

The bed, still rumpled from their passionate encounter the night before, was like a battlefield of crumpled sheets and discarded clothes. The scent of their sex lingered in the air, a musky aroma that only served to fuel my own arousal. I felt like a whore, like I was betraying not just myself, but my mother as well. Yet, the feeling of his hard body against mine was too much to resist.

He laid me down on the bed, his eyes raking over my naked form like a hunter admiring his prey. The mattress dipped beneath my weight, and I felt a strange sense of power as the bed groaned in protest. The same bed where I had lain, my heart racing and my eyes wide, watching them in the throes of passion, was now the stage for my own debauchery. I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement, a dark thrill that coursed through my veins, mixing with the fear and disgust.

 My uncle didn't waste any time. He positioned himself over me, his knees pushing my legs apart. His cock, thick and hard, pointed straight at my pussy, which was already swollen and begging for attention. I tried to push him away, my hands flailing against his chest, but he was too heavy, too strong. He leaned down, capturing my mouth once again, his tongue delving deep, tasting the remnants of his own cum. His weight was crushing, his muscles flexing against my softness, and I could feel every inch of his body pressing down on me, his cock nudging at my entrance.

In a desperate bid for escape, I squirmed beneath him, trying to slip out from under his grasp. But it was useless. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pinning it to the bed. He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmured against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. His free hand found my other wrist, and he pinned them both above my head, his fingers digging into my skin.

He leaned down, his mouth finding mine again, his tongue forcing its way past my protesting lips. I could taste the mint from his toothpaste, a stark contrast to the bitter taste of fear that filled my mouth. His body weight crushed me into the mattress, and I could feel the imprint of every muscle against my softness. The smell of my mother's perfume mixed with the scent of sex from their night before, creating an intoxicating aroma that seemed to cloud my judgment.

My eyes drifted shut, and I felt his cock slide against my wetness, the tip of it teasing my clit. Despite the horror of the situation, my body responded, my pussy clenching around the emptiness, begging to be filled. His hand moved down, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheek before sliding into my hair, gripping the strands tightly and tilting my head back, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth. He kissed and nibbled my skin, leaving a trail of fire that burned a path down to my collarbone.

"No, please," I whispered, the words barely audible against his skin. But he didn't stop. If anything, my pleas seemed to spur him on, his grip on my wrists tightening, his mouth more insistent. He pushed my thighs apart, his cock nudging against my entrance. "It's going to be okay, Niru," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "You're going to love this."

Tears leaked from my eyes, and my chest heaved with the force of my sobs. But the words didn't match the reality. His cock was too big, too thick. It felt like it would split me in two if his penis entered me. "Please, uncle," I begged, the words thick with fear and need. "I don't want this." But deep down, a part of me did. A part of me craved the feeling of being filled, the dark thrill of being claimed by him.

He took his time, his cock head rubbing my slick pussy lips in slow, torturous circles. The warmth from his shaft was a stark contrast to the coolness of the room, and my body was aflame with anticipation. Each pass over my clit sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making my toes curl and my back arch. I could feel the wetness of my arousal coating him, my body's betrayal laid bare for him to see.

With a low groan, he began to push the tip of his penis into me, the pressure building as the head of his cock parted my folds. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, so much more intense than my own fingers could ever be. His eyes bore into mine, watching for any sign of resistance, any reason to stop. But all he found was a desperate need, a hunger that mirrored his own.

 The pain was sharp, a sudden tearing sensation that made me gasp. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my eyes squeezed shut against the agony of his intrusion. He didn't stop, his grip on my wrists tightening as he inched his way inside me. The sound of my own wetness filled the air, a sickening reminder of what was happening. "Ahh, so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're so beautiful, Niru."

His words fell on deaf ears, lost in the cacophony of my own cries and the sound of his body claiming mine. Each inch he pushed in felt like an eternity, the stretching unbearable as he filled me up. I could feel my pussy trying to adjust, my muscles clenching around him, trying to push him out. But his weight was too much, his cock too insistent. And as much as I wanted to fight, my body was betraying me, my hips moving in time with his slow, steady thrusts.

The pain was intense, a searing white-hot agony that shot through my core. I bit down on my lower lip, my eyes screwed shut as I tried to focus on anything but the feeling of being split open. But the more I tried to ignore it, the more it consumed me. The tears flowed freely now, my cheeks wet with a mix of pain and humiliation. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, a reminder of his dominance over me.

"Please," I whimpered, my voice shaking with fear and need. "It hurts."

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't worry, honey," he said, his voice low and soothing. "It's going to get better. Just relax."

But relaxing was the last thing I could do. The pain was unbearable, and with every stroke, it only grew worse. His cock was like a battering ram, pummeling into me with a brutal force that left me gasping for air. I felt like my pussy was being torn apart, the tightness giving way to a dull, throbbing ache that spread through my entire body. I didn't know if I could handle much more of this.

As he began to pull his cock out of my pussy, I felt a brief moment of relief, a glimmer of hope that this would be the end of the torment. But as soon as the tip was almost free, he shoved it back in, harder than before, and the pain was like a knife twisting in my core. I screamed, my eyes flying open in shock and agony. "Please," I begged, my voice raw and desperate. "Please, it hurts so much."

My uncle's expression was one of pure concentration, his eyes locked onto my face, watching every twitch and gasp as if he were studying a complex puzzle. His grip on my wrists tightened, and he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Don't worry, baby. It's going to get better. Just let your body adjust." But the pain was too much, too overwhelming. My pussy felt like it was on fire, my virginity a distant memory, lost to the brutal intrusion of his thick, black cock.

He began to thrust harder, his movements becoming more erratic and frenzied. Each stroke felt like it was reaching deeper within me, claiming parts of me that had been reserved for someone else, someone who wouldn't take me by force. His teeth sank into the flesh of my neck, the sting of pain mixing with the agony in my pussy. I felt his warm breath against my ear as he growled, "You're so tight, Niru. So, so tight." His words only served to heighten my sense of disgrace, making me feel like the slut I knew I was becoming.

My breasts bounced with each hard thrust, my nipples sensitive and painfully erect. He took one in his mouth, biting down gently before swirling his tongue around the tip, teasing it until it was a tight, aching peak. His other hand moved down to squeeze my other breast, the pinch of his fingers sending jolts of pleasure through me that I didn't want to feel. It was as if my body was fighting against my own mind, eager for his touch despite the horror of the situation.

The pain grew with each thrust, my pussy feeling like it was being torn apart by his relentless cock. I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes, my vision blurring as I stared up at the ceiling, desperately trying to escape the reality of what was happening. My body was on fire, a mix of pain and unwanted arousal that made me feel like I was in hell. His teeth sank into my neck again, the pain only serving to heighten the pleasure that was building deep within me, a dark and twisted sensation that I didn't understand.

The bed rocked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful stroke. The sound was like a drumbeat in my ears, a rhythm that matched the pounding in my chest. His beard scraped against my skin, a rough contrast to the softness of his kisses, and his breath was hot and ragged against my face. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back, pooling between my ass cheeks, and the stickiness of my cum on my thighs. It was a sensory assault, a cacophony of smells and sounds that were forever etched into my memory.

My screams echoed through the house, a desperate symphony of agony and passion. The pain was unbearable, my pussy stretched to the limit by his relentless cock. Each time he pulled out, I felt a moment of sweet relief, only for it to be shattered as he slammed back into me, his balls slapping against my ass. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a testament to the brutal dance we were engaged in.

The bed frame groaned in protest, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust. The room was a blur of color and shadow, the only thing in focus being the stark contrast of his dark skin against the paleness of mine. His grunts grew louder, more primal, as he claimed me over and over again. The pain was so intense that I could feel it in every part of my being, a searing heat that seemed to consume me from the inside out.

And then, without warning, he pulled out, the sudden emptiness leaving me feeling exposed and violated. His cock was glistening with my juices, the head pulsing with the promise of his release. He looked down at me, his eyes wild with lust, and I knew what was coming next. I tried to close my legs, to shield my vulnerability, but his hand was there, pressing them apart. He leaned back, his cock standing tall and proud, and began to stroke it with an urgency that sent a fresh wave of fear through me.

His grunts grew louder, his hand moving faster and faster, the sound of his skin slapping against his palm echoing through the room. I watched in a mix of horror and fascination as his cock grew even harder, the veins standing out in stark relief against his dark skin. And then, with a final, guttural groan, he couldn't hold back any longer. A thick rope of cum shot out, arcing through the air to land on my stomach with a wet slap. The warmth of it spread quickly, coating my skin, a sticky, humiliating reminder of what he had done to me.

Another jet of semen followed, and then another, each one painting my body with his seed. His cum splattered across my breasts, my nipples, my neck, and even my face. I felt the warm droplets land on my cheeks and my nose, my eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught. It was a sensation I had never felt before, a mix of revulsion and a strange, twisted excitement that made me feel dirty and used. His hand moved faster, the last few drops of his release spilling onto my stomach as he milked the last bit of pleasure from his cock.

When he was done, he collapsed beside me, panting heavily. I could feel the stickiness of his cum on my skin, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. His hand fell away from his shaft, and for a moment, there was only the sound of our heavy breathing. I didn't dare to move, my legs still spread apart as if held in place by invisible bonds. The pain in my pussy was a constant, throbbing reminder of what had just transpired, and the warm trickle of blood between my thighs made me feel like I was lying in a pool of my own defilement.

My eyes remained squeezed shut, not wanting to see the aftermath of his carnage. Each breath I took was ragged and painful, as if the air itself was a knife slicing through my chest. The bed beneath me felt like it was spinning, the world a blur of emotions and sensations that I couldn't begin to process. The weight of his cum on my body was a crushing reminder of my uncle's dominance, the sticky warmth of it slowly cooling and hardening against my skin.

He lay there next to me, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. His hand remained on his now-flaccid cock, stroking it almost lazily as if he couldn't bear to part with the tool of my destruction. The sight of his cum on my skin, a stark white against my brown flesh, made me feel like a canvas painted with the most obscene of art. I could feel it drying, leaving a sticky residue that clung to my skin, a disgusting trophy of his victory over my innocence.

My body felt like it was on fire, a mix of pain and unwanted arousal that made me want to scream and moan all at once. The scent of his cum filled the air, thick and musky, and I found myself breathing it in, the taste of it lingering on my lips from his kiss. It was a strange, intoxicating scent, one that made me feel both dirty and alive. I wanted to reach down and touch it, to feel the warmth of his essence on my fingers, but fear held me back. Fear of what it would mean if I enjoyed it, fear of what he would do if he caught me.

And just when I thought it was all over, his cock still pulsing from his orgasm, he rolled over onto me again, his weight pressing me into the sticky mess he had made. His eyes were dark, hooded with lust, and I could feel his still-hard cock against my thigh, a constant reminder of what he had taken from me!

To be Continued …..

 

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