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 "Good girl.  That's such a good girl."

   He talked to me like I was his little dog.  His bitch.  He slammed his
cock in and out of my throat.  Indeed, I was like a dog, on all fours, with
my face right near the edge of the bed and him standing there fucking my
face.  My hair was tied up in pigtails, and he held onto them like they
were handlebars, using my mouth like a cunt, and I felt his rigid cock down
my tonsils and tasted the salty flesh.  His balls slapped against my chin.

   "Such a good pretty little girl, such a sweet little girl...  so sweet,
you are a princess."

   My husband loved to role play like this.  I was just a 12 year old girl
for him to fuck.  To worship his cock.  I wore a tiny skirt, knee high
socks, heels.  All day I was pretending to be a little girl around the
house, bending over when he asked or sitting on his lap.  He was pretending
to be my uncle and called me his sweet little girl.

   He had already licked my completely bald pussy until my wetness dripped
on his cheek.

   I could feel the blood rushing from his veins, could feel his hardness
all the way down my throat.  I muffled my voice the way I knew he loved and
grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into me.

   "Time for your lovely white mustache," he said, just like my uncle used
to, and rubbed his cock alongside my upper lip, and I could feel it reflex
and shoot wads of cum.  He smashed his cock on my cheek a few last times
before I looked up at him with a smile.

   Sex has been like this ever since I told him about my uncle.

   For years my uncle sexually abused me as I grew up.  I finally told my
husband one day, terrified at how he would react.  He hugged me, told me he
was so sorry it happened, and that he wanted to talk to my uncle about
this. Days later, he confessed that he got so hard thinking about it.

   He begged me to tell him more, so I told him story after story as he
stroked his cock.

   I have early memories of my uncle touching my ass when I was just eight
years old.  He was often alone with me, and used to bath me and then get
naked and join me in the bath, but "it was my fault since I splashed
him..."

   My uncle would sit behind me and lightly caress my body with soap.  His
palms would play with my nipples and I saw soapy bubbles all over my young
skin.  His finger would clean my slit and I remember liking it.  Something
hot and throbbing was against my back side.  I realize now that he had his
cock between my ass crack.

   "Oh Mindy, you are so precious," he would say.

   He never did fuck me, but eventually he started playing with his cock
around the house.  I would walk into the room and see him there, the huge
piece of sausage thing sticking out with his hands stroking it back and
forth.  I watched him.  When I was standing up it was right at my face. 
How could a girl not be curious?

   Just touching it a little bit made him crazy.  He would wrap his hand
around my hand and jerk it and moan.  I was so excited and got to know his
cock so well over the years.  I always thought it was my own pet, and my
uncle would say such nice things to me when it spit.  Soon, he showed me
videos and how other woman put the sausage in their mouth and made his own
video with just me as the star.

   He took me shopping, called me princess, took pictures of me, showed me
pictures of other pretty girls at my age trying to be a model but telling
me I was prettier than all of them I would look at myself in the mirror in
fitting rooms where he had to sneak in.  He'd put thongs on me and show me
how a skirt would look as he rubbed the roundness of my tight ass cheeks,
always taking pictures.  My tiny breast showed the tanline of my bikini.  I
was embarrassed at the tiny white mounds, but he would show me how
different bras would help, and I tried on so many of them while he watched.
I remember the tiny cups.  I was so pretty then, and he told me my titties
were as pretty as my eyes, and that they looked better when I smiled.

   My husbands cock wasn't as large as my uncle, but I would never tell him
that.  Still, it was strong and always freshly shaved, but my uncle was as
thick as my forearm back then, and I had to stretch my 7 year old lips to
get them around the cock when it was hard.

   My husband would call me "sweet princess" and was so good at playing my
uncle.  And he should have, since we talked for hours on what had happened
to me.  It made me miss the power of my youth, of being so young, sweet,
naïve, but loving attention.

   After the fitting rooms, my uncle would trapse me through the mall in
new outfits he bought for me, and other men wold look at me.  Even men with
beautiful wives still looked.  "Your eyes are so pretty, like your tiny
titties, and if you can see the nipple through your shirt, men will look, I
promise." Getting attention with your tits is something I still remember to
this day.

   I was still firm, my breasts still were round, so sensitive, and had
barely begun to droop.  My cunt still tight, my ass still firm, more than
most of my friends who had given birth.  I watched their baby boys suckle
at their breasts with envy, yet now they envied me for still having my
body. My husband and I had not been able to have kids, after months of
trying and fucking nearly every day until we finally stopped with plans to
adopt someday (and him being grateful he could now cum wherever he wanted
to).

   The day would come when a little girl would come into our lives, and it
would change everythig.

   (To be continued.  Reach me at littlemindy987 on messenger.  For
females, I can voice verify on skype)