Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2011 11:10:31 +0100 (BST)
From: kingston_bottom@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Teen whore - Part 1

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When I was 14 I was raped by my Uncle Tom.
I say rape; technically it was rape, as at the time I didn't know what he was
doing, and I didn't want him to be doing it. But afterwards, as I lay in my bed
trying to get to sleep, I started to think otherwise. In the end it had felt
good. In the end I had felt wanted and loved by my Uncle, and I fell asleep
imagining what it would be like to do it again.
It had started off as quite a normal evening. Uncle Tom was coming round to my
parents' house to keep me company while they went out on a date night. They left
as soon as he arrived and he kissed me on the cheek to say hello. He had
stubble, and it scraped my skin as his lips pecked near the corner of my mouth.
He had me well trained. He always brought me something, either a toy or some
money. |I jumped around him like an excited pup. "What did you bring me Unc?"
He grinned at me and held up his arms. "There is a ten pound not in one of my
pockets."
I knew this game well. I checked the back pockets of his jeans by sliding my
hind down inside them, and then moved to the front pockets. It was as I was
reaching into one of them that I realised something was different. At first I
thought the pocket was extra deep, but then I realised that there was a large
hole in the bottom of it.
I thought it was part of the game, so I curled my hand around, trying to find
the money.  Almost straight away I encountered a bulging object covered in
fabric. Thinking I had found something, I grabbed at it.  It was warm, and gave
a little, but at the same time my Uncle gasped and pulled away from my straying
hand.
"Whoa, take it easy Junior. Try my shirt."
The tenner was in the pocket there, and after putting it safely in mine, we both
sat down on the sofa. He put one arm around my shoulders and said "You need to
be careful when you touch a man there, you know."
I didn't know what he meant.
He gestured to his lap. "When your hand was in my pocket, you touched my balls.
A man is very sensitive there."
Those were his balls? It was a huge bulge I had touched, and my own sac was tiny
in comparison.
I think he saw the surprise on my face.
"You will grow bigger over the next few years." He left the conversation at
that, with just a brief look up and down my body.
We watched TV for most of the evening, me nursing a diet coke while Uncle Tom
drank beer. Eventually he told me to told me to go and get ready for bed. He had
lost some of his previously friendly demeanour, but my Dad got the same way when
he had been drinking. I scampered up the stairs and went into my room, pulling
off my clothes and tossing them into a corner.
"You're supposed to put those in the laundry basket, aren't you?"
I jumped, and turned around, surprised to see my Uncle standing at the door of
my room.  He had a hand on each of the door posts, and was looking at me in a
strange way. I suddenly realised that I was naked, and started to move towards
my bed, but he said. "Stand still."
Instinctively, I obeyed him.
"Good boy," he said.
He walked into the room and placed his hands on his hips. His beefy arms seemed
to take up most of the room, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"You're not very big are u," he said, coming closer.
I think I must have blushed, and moved my hands to cover my little cock and
balls, but he barked, "Let me see, boy!"
I stood there, unable to move. I had no idea what had come over my Uncle; he
seemed to be angry at me, but there was something else there in the way his eyes
looked me up and down.
He walked over to me, and bent over so his mouth was level with my ear. Then, he
whispered, "You're going to do just fine."
The next part happened really quickly. He placed one hand on my shoulder and the
other between my legs. He lifted me up, and one of his fingers pushed all the
way into my ass. It hurt like hell, and I screamed out in shock and terror. I
tried to speak to him, but no words would come out. The look on his face was
terrifying; a frozen grin on his mouth, and eyes that seemed evil.
With a twist, he flung me onto my bed face down. One of his hands pushed hard
onto the back of my neck, so I couldn't get back up. My lower half squirmed
around, and then his other hand stopped that. There was a pause, and then
something nudged between my ass cheeks. At first I thought it was his finger
again, and I tried to brace myself. But then he seemed to fall forwards on top
of me.
I had never felt such pain. It seemed as though my asshole was ripped open as
something forced its way deep inside me. I screamed out, then began to cry.
Uncle Tom's body was now lying over mine. He was much taller than me, and his
chin rested on the top of my head. Through my whimpers I heared him say, "Fuck,
that is one tight boi-pussy. You ready to get fucked?"
Without waiting for an answer he pulled out of me, then slammed all the way back
in. I screamed out, loudly I think, and he put one of his hands over my mouth.
He slammed me again and my cries were muffled. Each time he pushed forward there
was an increasing pain deep inside my ass that was slowly rising in intensity. I
couldn't move, couldn't even thing clearly, and that pain was all I had to latch
on to. I focussed on it completely. Again and again my own Uncle Tom rammed into
me from behind, and little by little the tearing pain began to turn into a new
feeling. A hollow, ache was spreading from inside my guts to the base of my
cock, and I realised with horror that I was getting an erection.
He thrust forward one more time, and for the first time there was no pain. The
sensation sent a rush a pleasure coursing through my body, and I couldn't help
moaning.
"Aaah, the slut has got it!" my Uncle Tom hissed. He jabbed into me again, and
the pleasure continued to rise within me. The rate of his stroked now began to
get faster and faster, and it elicited a long low wail from between my lips.
All of sudden, Uncle Tom's body tensed on top of mine. He pushed into me one
last time, and I felt a flooding sensation inside my ass. He groaned loudly,
animalistically, then his body literally fell on top of mine, covering me
completely.
I didn't know what to do. The thing was still in my ass, pinning me to the bed.
A few seconds passed, then I felt a wonderful sensation. Uncle Tom was kissing
me on the back of the neck. I groaned again, and whispered in my ear, "I knew
you would be a little slut for it, once I had broken you in."
He moved backwards, and the thing that had been inside me pulled out. In a
moment of desperate pleasure I moaned out again. I was amazed that not having
the thing in my ass felt worse that having it up there.
"Go to sleep now, boi," my Uncle said, "And don't tell anyone what we did
tonight, or what a good boi you were. It's our secret... yes, boi?"
I was filled with confusion. I had no idea what had just happened, but I still
wanted to please my Uncle.
"Yes, Uncle Tom," I eventually said.
He left my room, and I lay there for a long time. Eventually I heard my parents
come home, and Uncle Tom left. A few minutes later I heard my Dad's footsteps on
the stairs and I pretended I was asleep. I was still naked on top of the bed,
and I could hear him breathing in the doorway for a long time before I finally
got to sleep.