Looking at the mirror from her inverted position, she could see her uncle’s hulking legs standing firmly on the floor, running up to his large buttocks that clenched and relaxed in huge muscular spasms in rhythm with each pelvic thrust. Just below this she could see her saliva and mascara-stained forehead, and wide, fearful eyes just below the massive pendulous testicles that hung down from her uncle’s perineum. They smelled musky and dank as they inched ever closer to Skylar’s face as she continued to be ravished and drilled by her uncle’s penetrating member. His scrotum appeared larger than she recalled, and it had a distinct bluish hue. Remembering what one of her classmates had said about “blue balls”, she inferred that this must be what happens when men do not ejaculate for long periods of time. The abundant sperm that is continuously produced builds up in the testicles over time, leading to a superabundant portion of semen that is released the next time they orgasm. This thought sickened her, as the last thing she wanted right now was for her mentally disabled uncle to cum down her throat.
Skylar continued to cry out and protest, however the constant presence of cock buried deep within her windpipe ensured that her uncle would never hear her pleas. His penis had penetrated so deep now that his ball sack began to smack into her nose and forehead with each advance. She persisted in trying to heave her body upwards by using the momentum from her legs and hips, but she was met with immediate resistance. Her mascara-stained tears were now mixed with saliva as it leaked out from the corners of her mouth and nose in an attempt to escape the increasing pressure inside her forcefully penetrated lips. This made it quite difficult for Skylar to see when also considering the incessant beating her face was receiving from her uncle’s swinging balls. With her glossy lips now coming into contact with the base of his cock after each thrust, Skylar’s access to air was fully compromised and she began to feel the symptoms of oxygen deprivation and impending unconsciousness. She was not sure how long she could last in this state and suspected that she might pass out at any moment.
Just then, without any warning, her uncle suddenly withdrew his penis from her throat so that only the first two inches remain embedded inside her mouth. Inhaling and exhaling desperately through her nose, Skyler was rewarded with vital breaths that helped satisfy her burning lungs. After a few moments of inactivity, Skyler began to breathe a little easier, thinking that her uncle must have finally tired out and this whole ordeal would soon be over.
It feels so good….! I can sense it building up! I can’t hold it in any longer…! I….must…release…NOW!!!
In one swift motion, Skylar’s uncle plunged his cock deep into his petite niece’s throat as far as it would go, as a simultaneous strong muscular contraction began at the base of his penis and traveled swiftly along his shaft towards the tip. Skylar was caught completely off guard and, eyes widened in realization and horror, was only able to utter a muffled groan before the pulsatile member unloaded its first torrents of putrid cum down her throat. The deluge was intense, causing her cheeks to bulge as every cavity and recess inside her mouth and throat became instantly overrun with hot, creamy jizz. It poured out of her nose and the corners of her mouth as her uncle continuously pumped more and more seed into the helpless cum dumpster. His testicles twitched and strained as they were repeatedly wrung dry of their rancid sperm. This process was enhanced by the additional milking his cock received from the regularly contracting throat muscles stimulated by Skylar’s gag reflex.
As her uncle continued to pump his seed into her throat with no end in sight, she tried to swallow as much of the foul ejaculate as she could, but she could not keep up. There was simply too much semen. The thick, white sludge poured out of her lips and nose, running down her forehead and into her hair before dropping down into a pool that was starting to collect on the floor at the foot of the bed. Skylar could feel her stomach ache as it quickly became filled with her uncle’s baby batter. After what seemed like an eternity, the floods of cum became less frequent, until her uncle’s pumping movements stopped altogether. Skylar could feel the contractions of his cock cease and his member soften as he slowly removed it from her throat.
As her uncle sat up and back on his heels at the foot of the bed, the swollen head of his cock popped out of his niece’s mouth with an audible “plop”. Once no longer held in place by the girthy member, she immediately turned over on her side and proceeded to vomit large amounts of cum onto to floor below. She coughed and hacked as large sticky dollops of jizz continued to regurgitate its way out of her esophagus. While this was happening, Uncle Sam silently stood up, still with a glassy-eyed look in his face, and slowly walked out of the room and across the hallway back to his bed, where he collapsed onto his worn mattress, already enveloped in a deep slumber.
Skylar spent the next several minutes on her hands and knees at the foot of her bed as she dry-heaved, with occasional remnants of semen dripping out of her mouth. She looked up into the mirror across from her and barely recognized the person staring back at her. She looked exhausted and had thick clumps of pearly-white seminal fluid caked all across her face and hair, with dark stained mascara lines running across her forehead. She looked down and could not help but marvel at the amount of semen there was in the pool that had collected on the floor. She could hardly believe that amount of sperm could exist in a single pair of human testicles…a horse’s maybe, but not a human’s. But Skylar was looking at living proof, and had regrettably experienced it firsthand.
She spent the next hour in the shower, meticulously combing and picking through her matted hair, careful to remove all trace of her unexpected oral breeding. After what seemed like ages, Skylar was finally content with her condition, and freshened herself up in the bathroom mirror as best as she could. Dressing herself in a slightly oversized t-shirt and donning a fresh pair of panties, she spent the remainder of the evening laundering her bedsheets and comforter, as well as cleaning up the pool of ejaculate left on her bedroom floor. It took all the powerful carpet cleaning agents she could find in the house and several passes of the vacuum cleaner, but she was happy with the final result and sure that no trace of their intense rendezvous remained.
Finally able to relax, Skylar laid down on her fresh bedsheets and looked at the clock on the wall, noting the time read almost midnight. Her parents would be back from their date soon. What was she going to tell them? She had analyzed what happened tonight with her uncle numerous times while she was cleaning. She had assessed that she was correct in her identification of him being in a stuporous state after his rather vigorous and sloppy application of cunnilingus.
And there was never any indication that he was aware of what was going on, nor had he made any vocalizations of aggression or anger that suggested malevolence. Thus, Skylar believed that she had come to the only logical conclusion; that however uncomfortable and distressing the event had been for her at the time, it was at best…an accident. Skylar got up from the bed and walked slowly towards the closed door across the hallway.
After all, an impaired person with a child-like disposition cannot really be held responsible for actions not under their control, can they? She reached for the knob and slowly opened the door, taking one step in and peering inside. Besides, despite everything that happened, she could not deny that a part of her…actually enjoyed it. Skylar observed the form of her hulking uncle sleeping calmly and without distress. As her lips began forming a sly grin on her face, she stepped back into the hallway and silently closed the door.
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