Alone with Uncle Jae

**I struggled some, but the hand that wasn't touching my pussy had a tight grip on my waist. He held me so close that I didn't have much room to move. As I wriggled around, feeling his hard cock against me, he groaned, and I stilled once again. Fuck. I reached back with both arms, trying to grab him, and he once again trapped both of my wrists in one strong hand.

At this point, I finally let loose a moan at his continued work on my pussy which I finally could admit was wet. How could someone I hated so much make me this wet? **

Jake groaned in my ear, starting to grind against me. "I don't believe that no one has touched you like this, you're liking it so much."

I continued to hold still, stifling the moans from the attention he kept on my clit. This was unfair, how could I show how much I hated this when he was making me feel this way?

I stiffened even more when Jake reached up to tease the waistband of my leggings. A finger slipped inside my pants, feeling for my underwear. I felt his index finger touch the lacy edge of my thong as he chuckled to himself. I hardly had time to react before he yanked my leggings down until they were around my ankles.

I yelped as my ass was exposed to him. He immediately put both hands to my cheeks, gently fondling them before spanking me hard. Once, twice, three times.

"Uncle Jake!" I cried, trying to get away by pushing myself forward onto the counter. I only succeeded in lifting my ass higher towards him, face up against the kitchen wall.

"You little slut, you even wore sexy panties for me," Jake continued to rub my ass cheeks and I felt his nose pressing against my pussy through my underwear. I was breathing hard, still trying to come up with an escape plan.

Then, I felt his tongue pressing through my panties against me. I stifled yet another moan. How could this be happening?

He slowly licked up and down from my clit to my asshole through the lacy thong. I couldn't help but whimper again, as his hands moved up and down my thighs. Jake reached up and hooked my panties around his thumbs, carefully pulling them down. I had lost any will to fight his touch.

"Mmm. Look at that pretty little pussy," Jake whispered, and his finger reached for my slit, which was uncomfortably wet. I flinched as he pushed into me, pressing up against my intact virginity. I felt a tear leak down my cheek, no one had ever touched me in there.

He noticed my hymen, his finger stopped as he pushed further. "Oh? You weren't lying after all Allison. I should consider myself lucky," he spoke almost to himself as he continued wiggling his finger around barely inside of me.

I couldn't deny that it almost felt good. None of my boyfriends ever focused this much on me, I usually ended up just sucking their cocks after we made out for a while.

"Uncle Jake," I whimpered to him, "please don't."

"Please don't what? Make you feel good?" He continued working me with his finger, adding a second one in as well. "I don't think you really want me to stop."

He suddenly stopped touching me. My eyes widened, terrified for what might come next. And then, I heard him shuffling around and I felt what could only be his tongue touching my pussy. I couldn't help letting out a moan.

Jake licked a slow trail from my clit to my asshole, while I held myself as still as possible, still leaning on my elbows up against the kitchen counter. He suckled on my clit as I yelped. He kept going, almost getting more aggressive as he continued licking me up and down.

I felt a slow heat growing inside of me. Small moans kept escaping my lips as Jake started to push his tongue inside of me. How could something so wrong feel so good?

"That feels good doesn't it baby," Jake lifted his mouth for a minute. "I'm just showing you how good you can feel," and he once again pushed his tongue inside my tight slit. I was having trouble staying still now.

"I want you to cum on my tongue," he said, taking his mouth off me again: "Let yourself feel good."

I tried to fight the feeling building inside of me, when I felt his fingers once again pushing into me. I cried out, not ready for the extra stimulation. I couldn't hold it anymore.

I finally let out a muffled scream, holding my hand against my mouth. His tongue was working magic on me, his fingers doing things I had never felt before. I felt my pussy gush and clench against his fingers as he moaned against me.

"Good girl. See that wasn't so bad. Cmon, come over to the couch," he suddenly picked me up, bridal style. I was still catching my breath and had no time to protest.