[The Journey to Becoming My Uncle's Bride] (Part 4: A Blushing Breakfast) (Completed)

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Author: Wuwuge (qq21477456)
Published on the forum on June 7, 2015
First original work,
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Chapter Four: A Blushing Breakfast Time
When I woke up in my soft bed, sunlight streamed through the French windows onto the wooden floor. I couldn't tell
if I was dreaming or in reality. I blinked, trying to turn over, but felt weak and sore all over. I struggled
to sit up, but the soreness intensified, especially when I tried to move my legs. The tendons in my thighs
throbbed, making my long legs tremble. And then I realized I was
completely naked!
I was terrified and quickly burrowed back under the covers, a blush creeping up my cheeks. Memories of yesterday flooded back. Oh God! What had I
done?! I couldn't believe it. I actually begged my uncle to inject those liquids into my stomach,
to expel them in front of him, and even asked him to inject forcefully so the liquid would spurt against my intestinal walls to increase the stimulation.
Finally, I even asked him to plug the opening with his finger to enhance the pleasurable relief during release . In the
end, he ejaculated through all three orifices. This! This is absolutely perverted! How could I do such a thing! Oh
my god! I once again sank into self-loathing and despair. I'm a perverted girl; no one will like
me anymore, everyone will look down on me and despise me. I hugged myself tightly, curled up in the blankets, and cried helplessly, my tears
soaking the sheets. I was heartbroken, for my perverted behavior, and for my lost innocence.
When my uncle dragged me out of bed, he teased me about my swollen eyes, making them look like walnuts. He gently
helped me put on a sheer nightgown and tenderly tidied my long hair. Although I felt ashamed of my nakedness beneath the nightgown, I
was mostly enveloped in his tenderness. My uncle truly doted on me, treating me so gently. My trembling
heart instantly calmed down. As he lifted my chin and kissed my forehead, I murmured, "Uncle, do you like
me? After doing such a perverted thing." After asking, I nervously forgot to breathe, anxiously awaiting
his answer—perhaps heaven, perhaps… a hell of no return.
My uncle pulled me into his arms, his deep voice ringing out above my head, "Silly girl, why can't you remember or
understand? Remember, this is you. It's not wrong, it's just a difference in personal tastes. You simply
enjoy these feelings, and it's neither illegal nor harmful to anyone."
"I like these?" I repeated blankly, but a guiding light seemed to illuminate my heart, showing me the way
and redeeming me from the darkness. And the one holding this light was my uncle.
"Yes, that's all you like. You like being horny in front of Daddy, you like acting
cute in front of Daddy, you like Daddy's pampering, and you like Daddy's punishment. It's not perverted, it's just our fun. You're
like a tender flower, blooming freely in front of Daddy. Daddy likes you to wholeheartedly express yourself for Daddy
. Tell Daddy, when Daddy flicks your clitoris and makes you pee in front of strangers, you're happy, aren't you
?"
Yes, at that time, when I was severely criticized by my uncle, forced to show my erogenous zones to strangers
, when my uncle flicked my sensitive clitoris with his finger, I felt so ashamed, yet also so happy.
My uncle didn't need my answer; he understood me so well, better than I understood myself.
"You experience sexual pleasure more intensely under extreme shame, which is very rare. After searching for
so many years, I've only found you. You are the girl God created for me, belonging only to me. We
are so perfectly matched, the most perfect couple in the world. The moment I saw you, I knew you were this
kind of girl, a budding flower, bound by worldly constraints. Your eyes are filled with resentment, yearning for someone to
guide you through the thorns and lead you to bloom freely. That person is me. So don't be afraid, don't be confused.
I know what you want. As long as you wholeheartedly accept everything I give you, you will find that this is what you
love."
I was immersed in my father's gentle voice, feeling that everything was so beautiful. My father was my salvation, my
life, my everything. Yes, my father, not my uncle. I was so immersed in the beautiful tapestry my father had woven for me
that I missed the dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes and
the wicked smile on his lips.
My father took me to the dining room, where servants served us food, while I remained naked in my transparent
nightgown. Seeing the stranger, I gasped and clutched my chest, shrinking into my father's arms. But instead of holding me to shield me
from the stranger's gaze, my father pulled me away from his embrace, turned me to face the servant, and whispered seductively in my ear,
"Baby, put your hands down. You don't know how beautiful you are. Your beauty needs others to appreciate it; it's your nourishment.
Otherwise, you'll wither and lose everything."
My father removed my hands from my chest with one hand, and with the other, he stroked my firm breasts, gently teasing and twisting
my nipples.
"Your little breasts are so perky and soft to the touch. My fingers feel like they're sinking into them when I grab them. And
your nipples are still pink. Even though they're a little sunken in, it's okay. You're still too immature.
They'll grow as you blossom. Then, Daddy can hold them in his mouth and suck your
milk. Look, they're starting to stand up. They're not far from maturity. Baby, you have to work harder!"
My dad was playing with my nipples while making comments in my ear, and the stares of strangers
made me feel both ashamed and aroused. My genitals started to itch and became wet. I couldn't help but rub my legs together.
Seeing my eyes welling up with tears, my lips red and my breath coming in short gasps, my dad chuckled. He pinched my nipple hard with his fingers
, slapped my bottom, and pulled me to the dining table. He made me sit with my back against his legs, straddling
his lap. The servants, after serving the food, didn't leave. Instead, three of them stood in a line facing us
, so everything was focused on my face.
Although the table blocked my long, exposed lower body, my breasts were clearly visible through the thin gauze,
not to mention my face, flushed with desire and shyness, stared at by everyone. I grew increasingly nervous.
I was afraid they would see my wanton and lustful expression, but the increasing shame only made me more wanton and lustful.
I secretly hoped that my father would comfort me, tell me not to be afraid of being seen, or send them away or order them to turn around
, or even give me a coat to cover my face. But my father didn't do that; instead, he pushed me
to the climax of shame.
"Daddy, look at them, look into their eyes. They're all looking at you, watching you get horny. Do you think they'd
want Daddy to tear off your pajamas so they could see your horny little breasts more clearly?"
My father wrapped his arms around me from behind, one hand kneading and playing with my breasts through my bra, the other hand sliding down my body to
under the table, gently kneading my tender lips under the thin gauze. Waves of electricity surged through me. I gasped and leaned against my father's
chest, my hands weakly resting on the edge of the table. I looked up and saw the three people opposite me staring intently at my
horny breasts being played with by my father.
"Do you want them to see? Look at how horny and wanton you are."
"No, no, Daddy, um... don't let them... ah... don't look." The thought of
being seen being horny in such a bright place, without covering my face, made me ashamed and want to hide.
"Alright then, baby, you have to hold back, okay? Don't let strangers see how horny you are." Daddy
said as he lifted my nightgown to my waist. And Daddy's legs spread apart, forcing me
to open my vulva even wider.
"No... no, Daddy, let them go, don't... don't look." I begged Daddy to let them leave
, but I didn't even think of stopping Daddy's actions.
"No, Daddy still needs them to serve him, how can I let them leave? Be good, baby, don't
make these unreasonable demands. If you're afraid of being seen, then try to endure it, this is also a training for you."
Daddy's fingers had already slid into the gap between my tender lips, my vaginal fluid stained Daddy's
fingers, making the caress of his fingers even smoother. My little clitoris was even more sensitive, yearning for Daddy's play. More
sticky, lewd fluid flowed from my cunt, running down my anus and dripping onto the chair. But Daddy didn't
linger. Instead, he slid down the crevice to my anus, circling it in the pink folds. It was
still slightly red and swollen from last night's teasing, but also more sensitive than usual. The calloused fingertips
played with it, and an itchy sensation crept up my heart. My anus involuntarily clenched and unclenched, as if trying to please Daddy
's play.
"Baby, that's it, you can do it, suck Daddy's finger in, that's it, you're doing it very well. Your
anus is itchy, isn't it? Daddy will help you stop the itch, you like it." Whether Daddy was doing it on purpose, or I
could really suck his finger in, my anus opened and closed, actually drawing his finger inside.
My father's fingertip gently poked into my anus, and my vaginal fluid flowed more and more. As his finger entered
my anus, it became increasingly itchy, just as he had said. I really hoped he would scratch it for me
. So I stopped controlling myself and instead sucked on his finger even harder, hoping it would go
in deeper and relieve the itch. The fact that strangers were watching from across the street no longer concerned me.
Perhaps I hadn't forgotten, but rather, I seemed to have a little desire to show them.
Chapter Four (Part One) End.
Author: Sorry for the cut, I have to go eat. The second half of the chapter will be updated after dinner. Thank you to all the friends who replied and encouraged me
; you are my motivation to update. Mwah!
"Baby, your fingertip is in now. Now suck hard with your little asshole to squeeze it out."
I followed my father's command and tried to tighten my anus, but it wasn't easy. I tried to
squeeze his finger out like I would when I urinate, but no matter how much I squeezed my lower abdomen, his fingertip remained firmly
blocking the exit of my anus, neither going in nor leaving. This feeling of being stuck in the middle was driving me crazy.
With each squeeze, more of my vaginal fluid was squeezed out and flowed into my anus along with his fingertip.
When I was exhausted and covered in sweat, I finally realized that the strength of my little asshole was no
match for my father's strong arms. I was annoyed that my father had tricked me. Humph, that stinky father tricked me! I wasn't
going to keep trying so hard. I released all my strength and relaxed, and
my little asshole, which had been desperately raised because of my effort, relaxed and sat down.
Just as I relaxed and lowered my body, Dad, using my momentum, forcefully pushed his finger
deep into my anus.
"Ah!!!!" His finger spread open my anus and penetrated deep inside. I held my breath.
My anus was stretched open, my tender intestinal walls were rubbed, and the unnatural, reverse penetration sent waves of sensation
through my sensitive nerves.
I had secretly observed Dad's hands carefully before. His palms were large, his five fingers long and slender,
with prominent knuckles connecting to his fingers, which weren't very thick. Now, those long knuckles allowed Dad's finger
to easily probe deep inside me, the hard, protruding knuckles rubbing against my intestinal walls,
directly punishing my wanton desire.
"Oh, baby, are you so eager to devour Dad? Or is your inside starting to itch
and need Dad to scratch it for you?" Dad's pleasurable voice rang out above me. I wanted to tell him to pull
out, to stop moving! But Dad didn't give me any time to react. His fingers bent and
dug inside my stomach .
I breathed heavily, the sound caught in my throat. As Dad's fingers moved,
the feeling of being stretched and expanded became more intense. I don't know why, but I almost couldn't breathe. A bright red spread all over my body,
climbing up my chest, which heaved with my panting. My nipples, which Dad had just played with,
rubbed against my thin nightgown with each rise and fall of my chest. The soft, light fabric seemed to subtly stimulate my nipples. The servants opposite me were staring intently at me.
I could even hear them breathing heavily as well, but none of this could distract me from my focus on my buttocks
. Dad's digging became more and more forceful. He seemed to be searching for something. The speed wasn't fast, but
each time he dug in a different spot. I faintly heard a "gurgling" sound coming from under the table, which made me...
My face flushed crimson, and I wanted to bury my head in shame. I felt the servants standing opposite me must
have heard the lewd sounds and were probably laughing at me in their hearts. Just as I was suppressing my panting and chaotic
thoughts, my uncle's fingers suddenly probed through my intestinal wall and reached my cervix. At that moment, I couldn't
quite pinpoint the location of the stimulation; I only felt a tingling,
numb sensation somewhere in my lower abdomen, a sensation that was neither pain nor pleasure. My anus, intestines, and even my vagina and urethra
tightened from the tingling, numbness—or rather, my entire body tightened.
"Hehe, found it! The treasure is hidden in the most erotic spot in your little asshole," my uncle's voice was full of
pleasure, and his fingers aimed at that spot, digging in forcefully.
His fingers tapped against that sensitive soft flesh through the intestinal wall, or pressed and moved it left and right. I finally
couldn't help but groan in front of a stranger. My father squeezed the vaginal fluid through my intestinal wall, and I was completely
immersed in the tingling, throbbing pleasure, forgetting everything around me.
"Baby, look, they're all watching you, watching how you secretly pee under the table!
They saw you!"
I looked up at the other side, and they were staring at me intently, all of them red-faced and
panting heavily, their eyes filled with desire that seemed to devour me.
They saw me!! I suddenly realized!
"Ah!!! No! Don't look!! Ahhhhh!!!" I screamed as I reached my climax, my vaginal fluid
gushing out like urine, splashing on the ground. My father had filmed this beautiful scene under the table
and would show it to me later. But now I couldn't see what was happening under the table; I only felt my body
reach its peak and then explode, that moment of pleasure unforgettable.
Because of the fear of being seen, I suppressed my emotions, and this very suppression only increased my sensitivity. When I realized everyone
was watching my desperately hidden sensuality, I instantly reached my peak. The stimulation left me slumped against my father,
unable to recover for a long time. In the end, I didn't even know how I left the restaurant or got into the bathtub.
End of Chapter Four.

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