CHAPTER 5

Breakfast was torture. I sat naked at the table while Uncle Ken ate like nothing was happening. Every time I moved, my wet pussy rubbed against the chair. My nipples stayed hard the whole time. He kept looking at my body with hungry eyes but stayed in complete control.

After we finished eating, he stood up.

“Come to the living room,” he said.

I followed him. My heart was pounding. He sat on the big couch and pointed between his legs.

“On your knees.”

I dropped down immediately. My hands trembled as I reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. He lifted his hips, and I pulled them down. His cock sprang free.

It was huge. Thick, long, and rock hard with heavy balls hanging below. The head was swollen and already leaking precum. I stared at it in awe.

“Suck it,” Uncle Ken ordered, grabbing the back of my head gently but firmly.

I opened my mouth wide and took him in. He was so thick I could barely fit half of him at first. I sucked eagerly, using my tongue to swirl around the head and lick the veins along his shaft. Saliva ran down my chin as I bobbed my head, trying to take more of him.

“Good girl,” he groaned, pushing deeper into my throat. “Just like that. Worship your Uncle’s cock.”

I sucked him sloppily and noisily, moaning around his thick meat. My pussy was dripping onto the floor. After a few minutes, he pulled me off his cock with a wet pop.

“On the couch. On all fours.”

I climbed onto the couch, ass up, back arched. Uncle Ken got behind me and spread my ass cheeks wide. He rubbed his huge cock up and down my soaked pussy lips, teasing my clit.

“You want this inside you?” he asked.

“Yes, please… I need it so bad,” I begged, pushing my ass back.

He pushed the fat head inside me slowly. I moaned loudly as he stretched my tight pussy. Inch by inch he sank deeper until his heavy balls rested against me. He was so deep I felt full in a way I had never felt before.

“Fuck… you’re tight,” he growled.

Then he started fucking me. Slow and deep at first, letting me feel every thick inch. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the room. He reached around and rubbed my clit while pounding me.

My moans got louder and louder. “Harder, Uncle Ken! Please fuck me harder!”

He grabbed my hips and started slamming into me. Hard. Fast. Deep. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust. He spanked my ass while fucking me, making me cry out in pleasure.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my legs wide open. He climbed on top of me and thrust back inside in one powerful stroke. This time we were face to face. He kissed me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth as he fucked me deep.

“You’re mine now,” he growled against my lips. “This pussy belongs to me for the rest of the week.”

“Yes! I’m yours!” I moaned.

He sucked hard on my nipples while pounding me. The pressure built up fast. I was so close.

“Cum for me,” he commanded.

I screamed as my orgasm hit me like a wave. My pussy squeezed his cock tight, pulsing around him. Uncle Ken groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as possible. I felt his cock twitch and then hot, thick cum shooting deep inside me.

He kept thrusting, filling me up with rope after rope of his seed.

We stayed connected for a long time, breathing hard and kissing softly.

But Uncle Ken wasn’t done.

He pulled out, his cum leaking from my stretched pussy. He made me suck him clean, tasting both of us on his cock. Then he carried me upstairs to his bedroom.

For the rest of the morning, he fucked me in every position.

He fucked me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. He made me ride him on his bed, my tits bouncing in his face while he sucked my nipples. He even put me in a full mating press, folding my legs back and pounding me so deep I saw stars.

By the time he came inside me the second time, I was a shaking, cum-filled mess. My pussy was red and overflowing with his seed.

Uncle Ken lay beside me, pulling me against his muscular chest.

“You’re going to be a good girl for the rest of the week, aren’t you?” he asked, stroking my hair.

“Yes, Uncle Ken,” I whispered happily, already addicted to him.

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

“Good. Because we still have five more days and I’m just getting started with your training.”