The feeling of her squirming body beneath mine was just ... exhilarating. Then she heard my buckle being undone, her eyes shooting wide open. She was ...uick. I was quicker. And I had enough.I jumped on top of her, straddled her waist, wrapped both my hands around her throat and squeezed. “Bitch don’t you dare.” I nearly screamed, and then I nearly whispered, “I’m tired of waiting. And I’m going to fuck you whether you like it or not.” Her fingers clawed at mine, desperately trying to pull them. Her relationships with Mike Coulson, Johnny Carlton and recently, Randall McCulloch, had opened a whole new world to her. She thought of herself as an adult now, although she was only about to turn twenty-one.Brenda was an odd mixture of maturity and naivety. Her experience with boys, and now men, had only just begun since leaving home. She thought she might have been in love with Mike, the first to take her virginity, but he was older and had plans for himself that didn't include her. Johnny. .. My uncle looks at me, and says, “I knew you were a little fag, bitch! Do you like your Uncle Vinny’s cum, you fat little faggot?!” I nodded, and noticed him struggle with this last jet he was holding back... so I automatically opened my mouth. That was too much for him - he let go of his big cock, and his hot jet of uncle cum shot hard into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I moved forward a bit, instinctively, I guess to make sure I got it all, and with that my uncle grabbed both. Boy did this boat get turned around. I couldn’t just let her go like that. Me and her were nothing like her and her father. Not even close. I ran after her to tell her so.I found her in her room; on her bed crying. “Mom...” I started. I sat next to her and rubbed her back as she laid there, her head on her pillow, her face turned away from me, trying hard not to cry.“I’m not a twelve-year-old kid. And you’re certainly not a demented, selfish old man...” I tried to tell her. “Look at me.” I told.