Carol Takes Uncles Advice

Jake Collins is a very mild mannered decent man, 40 years old, married for 20, sexless for 18. Truth be told, he was never much of a stud. He was always very kind and treated women in a loving way.

His wife Carol had him wrapped around her little finger before she even allowed him to penetrate her. She never met another man like Jake. He showered her with affection and worked hard to show her a great time. She enjoyed the flowers, meals, movies, plays, concerts, ballet, even took her shopping without complaint. When sharing her experiences with her girlfriends, she knew they were jealous but often heeded their advice and adopted their perspectives. The following scene was from their very early dating life.

Carol lightly grazed his crotch during one of their extended make out sessions in the car as he dropped her off at the end of their date. She felt nothing. She tried again (lightly) and still felt nothing as the back of her fingers slid over where his cock should be. Carol acted innocent with Jake but she was actually quite experienced with men. She lost her virginity at 16 with her boyfriend (and as fate would have it, Jake's college roommate). Jake spread his legs further apart on her second pass over his zipper, so she knew he didn't mind. Finally, she abandoned subtlety on her third pass and pressed deeply and firmly for his manhood. At last she had his junk in her hand. Even though he was rock hard, he was woefully under endowed, perhaps 4 inches at best. He moaned into her mouth as she gave him a couple additional squeezes to search for more man meat. Sadly, there was nothing more to find. Even worse, he bucked and whispered "oh God, I'm sorry, I...I...I can't..." and awkwardly ejaculated into his dress pants.

Carol broke off their kiss and turned away from him to keep from laughing in his face. She was also saddened because she knew this was the end of their relationship from her perspective. She thought this would be their last date.

It was as though he read her mind and Jake was devastated. Tears started down his cheeks and he began apologizing profusely and sincerely. Jake was obviously mortified. Carol didn't know why, but instead of being put off & leaving him there in his car with sticky stained pants, her heart softened and her empty, needy pussy started to seep its syrup.

When Carol finally woke from her internal thoughts, Jake was offering ANYTHING if she could forgive him. She put one finger over his lips and said "Shush! Now answer me only by nodding or shaking your head. No words, understand?" he nodded immediately.

"Did you mean what you just said?" Jake nods again. "Do you know how unmanly that was and how disappointing you are?" Nods & more tears. Carol opened her door & Jake gasped. He thought she was leaving, but instead, Carol astonished him by reaching under her skirt. She pushed her panties inside her slick slit to her 3rd knuckle. She swirled her finger around, scooped a glob of cunt cream, then pulled out, and removed her panties. She held the cotton panel directly under his nose.

"Close your eyes, then slowly and deeply breathe in my scent. Good, now stick out your tongue." She rubbed her creamy & slightly crusty panties over his tongue, face, glasses, and even made sure the insides of his ears & nostrils were coated. She was marking him, imprinting herself deep into his mind with her power and pheromones.

Carol removed his glasses & told him to keep his clothes on, but to lay down in the back seat. Once he complied, she opened the door by his head. She spread her legs as wide as possible, positioned his head just right to straddle him and plant her soggy, fleshy orchid on his eager helpless face.

Carol took her time. She wantonly and passionately used his mouth & entire face for 3 successive intense orgasms. The car door remained open to the street. To better balance herself, she placed one of her feet on the pavement and one in the car. This meant the car light stayed on and any passersby could witness the spectacle.

An elderly couple were out for their evening stroll and saw them. The woman yelled at them saying they should be ashamed & went off in a huff. The man stayed behind with a gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face. He walked over and gently patted Carol's ass for a few seconds then walked around to the driver's door & opened it.

The old man got on his knees in the driver's seat and brought his smiling face close to Carol's. He turned her head slightly toward him to have total eye contact. Carol felt so wicked.

The old man spoke tenderly to her, "What is your name, dirty girl? OK, Carol, I just wanted to say thank you for sharing this with me. As you might imagine, my sex life is virtually non-existent at my age, so being here is very intimate and exhilarating for me. How many times have you come, slutty Carol?"

"Unh, 3 I think."

"OH, that's lovely Dear. Do you think you can do it once more so I can watch? It would mean a great deal to me." Carol bit her lip nodded as her breath got more ragged. "Oh, there's a good girl. So kind of you. I can see your lad enjoys it too." He was staring at Jake's obscene wet spot.

"Come on, Darling. My wife will be back to fetch me soon and might cause a scene. Just let it go. Cum and paint his face again. It looks like he owes you. I know a girl like you can do much better, but he might be a very special boy for you if you break him properly. After you finish cumming, why don't you have him give your darker musk hole a deep French kiss? It lets him thank you properly and shows you respect. I see something special blooming inside you and I'd like to help. Before you call it a night, have him lay down on his back in the gutter. Kick off your shoes, hike up your skirt and squat over him again. I'm pretty sure he'll know what's expected. Tell him this is his apology. Tell him you might date him again if he drinks enough, but you also need REAL men to have good sex with. Tell him you're not mad, you're just being honest."

"OH Christ,...so dirty...naughty...I shouldn't...I...oh god...I'm coming for you, Uncle..."

"Of course you are, I can't believe you lasted this long. Sorry about the shirt, Love, but I'm going to make this memorable for both of us. I'm an Alpha too."

Carol's new pervy fake uncle suddenly lunged at her. He completely tore open her blouse. Buttons flew and her large natural braless breasts spilled out. "Uncle" could no longer restrain himself. It might be his last chance ever. He viciously grabbed her far nipple between his thumb & finger - pulling, twisting, and pinching as hard as he could. He immediately latched on to the closest teat with his mouth - sucking and chewing as though there was one last teaspoon of milk in it. When the squeezed nipple popped free of his grip, he began a rough slapping and hard spanking of her heavy pale udders. Ignoring her yelps, gasps, and shocked looks, he struck her tender targets over & over, trying to bruise her as much as possible. He left marks on her tender beaten titty flesh. The bruises, bites, & hickeys would stay with her for weeks. It would be a visual reminder. Even after most of the pain and soreness wore off, she would have to hide the marks when she went out to work or around friends & family.

Carol had never been abused like that before. It stirred her lust and gave her the courage to treat Jake exactly as Uncle advised. As she squatted over Jake in the gutter and listened to his splutters and gulps and her stream hitting the pavement, it was a golden moment that changed both her and Jake, forever.