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.
His green eyes sparkled wildly. They were not tamed or politically correct. They were exciting and scary. His calm voice, cracked when he said, "Maybe by the time you have to leave, you will trust me enough for me to lick you until you cum in my mouth."
His words, his taste in my mouth and the sight of him slowly jacking off his cock for me were too much; I came for him. That was what he needed. His head rolled back, he groaned and one, then another and then another long rope of cum launched out of his cock. Drops of cum still hung on its tip. He did not see that I caught some and tasted him. I was still holding it in my mouth when his glassy eyes tried to focus on me.
"You are so exciting and fragile. Thank you for our last few minutes. You make me want to please you and have your body tell me it is pleased with me. Someday you will select some lucky man who can spend his life protecting and pleasing you."
The next days were all filled with pleasant, sexually playful times. Like the next morning he said, "What do you want to do today?" I answered, "Go to the mall." He looked sad, so I asked, "Why, what do you want to do?"
Boldly he answered, "Kiss your lips all day and play with your left breast."
I was shocked and did not reply. He took out a quarter and said, "Ok, I'll flip you for what we do today. You call it." I think he cheated. After an hour he had me so turned on I was having trouble breathing. My other breast and nipple were screaming for attention when he acted totally unaffected and said, "Ok, you should get what you want also. Let's go to the mall."
By then I had forgotten about the mall. My panties under my skirt were soaked. I went to change them so we could go. Uncle Jim followed me. When I looked like he should leave and give me some privacy, he walked toward me, reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off. He wiped my wet pussy with them, leaned forward and lightly kissed my protruding clit. Electricity went through my body.
He stood and stuffed my panties into his blazer's pocket, pulled the soaking crotch up to stand in full view and said, "I'm ready. Hurry up and put on some dry panties." It happened so fast, I had nothing to say. Shopping with Uncle Jim was fun.
That evening, we showered together and he knelt, spread my pussy's lips with his thumbs and told me how pretty my cherry was. I asked him what it looked like. Later he drew it on a sheet of typing paper for me. He described how perfectly round the thin tissues were all around my opening and how three strands of tissue stretched from one side to the other. We had a late dessert together and I asked him to kiss the breast that he had neglected earlier. I slept holding a pillow that night, pretending it was him.
We worked, played, cooked, teased, read his naughty stories and cuddled. He'd cop a feel once in a while and I started doing the same. When we had two nights left together, I asked him, "Will you kiss me until I cum."
I was the finest china, the greatest treasure and his only concern when he started bathing me at a very early four p.m. He dressed me in delicate lace and thin panties. He put a robe on me that hid nothing. At first I was embarrassed. I had never even seen such sexy clothing. It all must have been Fran's.
He got a little wine in me along with some fruit and cheese that he could feed me in bed. He spent more than an hour touching every inch of me and kissing me. My feet, my stomach, my breasts and my lips tingled. My pussy was so wet I thought I should get up and go wipe it but he pushed me down and said, "No."
