Uncle sweet Lover

He moved to my burning asshole and stretched me with his two index fingers. “Put it in me baby, put that cock inside me.” I was hysterical and super horny now. The only relief would come with the slow and carefully inserted piece of hard man meat between my pussy walls. “Baby, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy.” At that point I was one hundred per cent pussy-bitch. I didn’t have to tell him twice. He was on me and in me, massaging my asshole with a super hardon. He was on my back now and moaning in my ear with every stroke he made. I thought he was crying at some point, but I was too deep in my own pleasure to be sure of anything. Oh, that dick is incredible. “Baby, baby, it’s too good, it’s too damn good.” With this I pulled away from him and tried to suck his cock. He pushed me back into position. “No, not yet. I want to put this baby in you first. I want you to get all of this.” He reinserted his penis, it felt even harder now. “Damn, was all I could say coherently. The rest of my utterance had no resemblance to any language known to man. “Like that don’t you girl?”
“Love it. I love you baby, so much,” I managed to say between my efforts to meet his every thrust. He felt so strong and so hard, and he was determined. He was spank fucking me now and all I could do was hold on. I could hear the loud slapping noise each time our pubic regions clashed. It made me even hornier if that was even possible.

I don’t know how long we fucked because we really lost track of everything. Even after he pulled out of me, I was still trembling and having spasms normally related to orgasms. I was into a pleasure zone that took my common sense and normal sensations. It was like every cell was in on the pleasure that I was feeling. I was happy and yet scared. Crazy things ran through my mind. What if I had a heart attack? Wasn’t this the worse kind of sin? I’m going to hell for enjoying this so much. I was content yet confused. I was happy, but doubted if I should be so happy. I am a woman with a penis, who is having sex with my married uncle. Does that mean I’m a bad person? I know I’m a tranny-slut, but I don’t have a problem being a nasty bitch. I’m not going to be phony. It wasn’t my fault that Aunt Ester didn’t know how to treat her husband, but I sure did. I was doing everything opposite of what Ester did.