Mandy worried about telling about her time with Uncle Jim way back when she was nineteen. She was ashamed to tell her sisters the first part of her story about her time with Uncle Jim following their Truth or Dare game twenty years ago. Both her sisters had lived up to the rules and the implied promise to have sex with him. At that time, she was still a virgin and did not want to admit that she was the only one left in the family. She was as hot and horny as any of them but her fear kept anything from happening all through high school and her first year at junior college. She went nervously, like a condemned woman to a gallows, when she could no longer gracefully stall spending a week with Uncle Jim.
Settled at the café, one glass of wine down and all caught up on the last two weeks, all five women awaited the last promised porn confession. Of course, there were hundreds of loose ends that would make great sexual turn-ons for future get-togethers. Mandy was obviously ill at ease and struggling. Her mom knew about the years' long problems and tried to help, "Mandy, no one is forcing you to disclose anything or disclose more than you want to. God knows how much trouble I had. Please don't push. Wait until you are ready."
Mandy was addressing everyone when she answered her mom, "Mom, you know I have a secret too. I want to tell my story but I know I have to go much farther than just my week with Uncle Jim from the Truth or Dare game. I'm just having some trouble getting started and admitting that my week was not wild and sex filled like theirs."
The sisters knew Mandy had some emotional problems when she was twenty that no one spoke about. They knew Mandy was away from home for a while and they knew Mandy spent more time with Uncle Jim than they did but they all figured it was innocent work time for her to earn spending money.
"I played along with you guys back when Millie graduated, but I was a virgin and very frightened about having sex my first time. I mean petrified frightened. I sweated on dates if a guy kissed me or touched my breasts. Going to Uncle Jim's, I just knew one of you had told him about our game and he would be expecting sex from me. I couldn't talk straight at the table that first evening I was with him. I wasn't eating his wonderful meal and he picked up on my anguish. He just took my hand, pulled me up from the table, we went out the front door and started walking. We probably walked and talked for two hours. It was beautiful; I fell in love with him as more than my uncle or my dad that night."
The pause was long and the looks were puzzling.
He asked, "Why did you come to visit me? You are so tense. I'm really happy to have the company but you don't want to be here. Please talk to me. I'm getting old. You can't shock me and you are one of my favorite people in the world. I would not hurt you. What is keeping you from being my friend tonight?"
Over the next hour I told him about the Truth or Dare game. I told him I was a virgin. I told him how frightened I was but wanted to live up to my promise. I rattled on and on for a long time. He walked with me. Held my hand and swung it in time with our ever happier and more relaxed steps. He can say the most serious things and not be threatening.
"Your game promise did not say you would have sex with me or even be playful with me. You just have to spend a week with me."
"Yea, that's right."
"Tell you what. I'm a very sexually playful man but only want to go as far as a willing partner wants to go. How about, we relax, cook together, work together, do things for fun together, maybe tease some and just enjoy our time together? If I get too playful and peek under your skirt while you are reaching for something high in the cupboard, just scold me.
If on the other hand, you want to tease, leave your panties off when you reach high. I'm not going to force myself on you. I'm not a teenage boy anymore. I'm not driven by hormones so wildly. I can get wild but I need a willing wild partner to get there. Relax and let's enjoy our week and not worry about our playful moments."
We worked, talked and teased the first two days. The third night he asked about my fantasies; I told him; he selected some of his stories and read them to me until one in the morning. I wanted to go to bed so I could masturbate. He knew. He dimmed the lights in his den and asked, "What would you like to experience or see tonight to help your fingers give you pleasure?" I inhaled and could not exhale because he knew my thoughts. He was so at ease.
"I want to see a man cum."
"If I stand in front of you and do that will you masturbate with me so we might cum together?"
No one had ever challenged me so deeply into my soul and so deeply into my fears. I could not answer. He stood me and reached under my skirt, removed my panties and sat me back down. He inhaled me from my wet panties. I was frozen. He lifted each of my legs to spread them across the arms of the wing backed chair where I was sitting. If my skirt had not fallen back in place I would have been totally spread for him.
Uncle Jim backed away from me, my painfully pounding heart and my fright driven body. Six feet away he stripped for me and stood facing me and began to rub his half hard cock up and down. I had never seen anything so beautiful. I wanted to touch it. For some reason, I wanted to taste it. He stopped, nodded toward me. I was not afraid. I lifted my dress and began to rub my clit as I had been doing for years. Already it was wet enough to make squishing sounds. I really wanted him to watch me.
And he did watch me, unblinking, staring at my virgin pussy, while he jacked his cock. It was frightening, long, thick, dripping, not erect and not threatening since it was still six feet away. This did not change for minutes. I was breathing even harder when he asked me a question.
"Mandy, much of my enjoyment comes from the taste and smells that come from an aroused woman's body. Will you wet your fingers and let me suck your taste from them?"
I did not answer but I held out my wet fingers. He took two steps toward me. My heart was beating fast but I was not afraid. I wanted to touch his wet cock but had not asked. His eyes closed as his lips sucked the wetness from my hot fingers and I felt his tongue lap at my juices. Deep inside him I could hear a low moan. He took two unsteady steps back into his place. I saw the animal lust in his eyes, the lust mom talked about, but he did not change, except that his cock was even larger and harder.
He said, "Thank you, you taste wonderful." Slowly he began to jack off for me; I continued to rub circles on my clit. Some strange bold person asked, "Can I touch him?"
Again Uncle Jim stepped forward. My wet hands went out and explored the head of his cock, his hard pulsing shaft and his loose balls. He jerked in my hands and I leaned forward and took his large wet helmet into my mouth and tasted him. He knelt in front of me, gently turned my head and gave me my first French kiss. It lasted until I knew what to do and loved doing it. I was sucking his tongue when he pulled back and stepped back into place.
