Judy and Uncle Find Love

This story is a continuation of my first three entitled "Judy and Uncle Find Love" (and chap. 2 & 3!). Although this could be a stand-alone story, you might enjoy starting at the beginning and reading his version first.

I appreciate the feedback I have received from those stories and this is the result of some of that feedback. It's taken a while, but as we all know, life sometimes gets in the way.

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I don't know where to begin this. I have read what Don has written so far and it's brought back some memories. I'm sitting here trying to type this, but you see, I'm a little uncomfortable. I just can't seem to find a sitting position that doesn't remind me that he just spent the last half hour filling my ass with his beautiful cock! I'm a little tender at the moment, but I love it. My body is still tingling from the orgasm I had and I can feel his cum pooling just inside my sphincter. I have to be careful that I don't leak all over the pillow I'm sitting on!

He's in the shower right now and has to go to work in a few minutes. It's a Saturday and I told him I was going to go back home after he goes to work and spend time with my boyfriend and daughter, but I might just stay here and surprise him when he gets home tonight. I don't know yet. I'm torn.

For those of you who haven't read what Don has written yet, my name is Judy. I have a boyfriend and daughter at my home about 100 miles from here. Since I work away from home right now, my boyfriend watches my daughter while I'm away at work. I've been working away from home now for a few months and live with Don while I'm at work. Why am I living with Don if I have a boyfriend and daughter at home? Well, it's convenient and saves us both some money. How did we meet? We've known each other my entire life. You see, he's my uncle! If Don is your uncle, why did he just fuck you in the ass? We're lovers. It's complicated and that's why I wanted to write this down and explain things from my perspective. Anyway. Here's my side of the story.

For most of my younger years, up until maybe third grade, Don and his family were in the military and were only home a couple of times a year, so I hardly knew him. When he retired, he moved back home and that's when I really got to know him. I was the same age as his son and a couple of years younger than his daughter and our families were pretty close back then. I especially liked going over to their house in the summer because they had an in-ground pool with a springboard and water slide. Don liked to have family over for cookouts and get-togethers. Since his kids were essentially the same age as me and we all played sports in school, Uncle Don and his wife would often come to our games and loudly cheer us on and offer advice. My parents were often busy with my siblings or other commitments and didn't always make it to the games, but we could almost always count on Uncle Don being there the cheer us on.

As my school years went by I grew accustomed to seeing him dropping his kids off at school, sports practices and at games. He was always encouraging us to do better, play harder and most of all have fun. I really started to look up to him.

When I got into my high school years, I became the wild child of my family. My parents were pretty strict with us and I would always push the edge of the envelope with them. When things got really intense at my house I knew I could always depend upon my Aunt and Uncle to hear my side of things. They'd listen and offer advice and help smooth things over with my parents, so I really learned to respect them, but especially Uncle Don. He always seemed to be a mixture of strictness but with a large portion of kindness thrown in. He'd explain what he thought my parents point of view was and even though he'd take their side of the argument and I may not like what he said, he'd always end the conversation with a big hug and kiss and let me know he loved me.

That was also around the time I started to really notice boys. My girlfriends and I would often talk about them and get together in our girl groups and talk about who we thought was hot and who was a good kisser and what it was like. I felt more comfortable talking with my aunt and uncle about boys and relationships than I did with my parents! I have to admit that occasionally during that time I'd think about my Uncle Don and what it would be like if he was to kiss me. I guess I had a crush on him back then. He was so easy to be around and he was so supportive and seemed to take a real interest in what was going on with me at the time.

Not long after my 18th birthday my Mom and I were passing by Uncle Don's house and she asked me to go in and ask him a question. Since I was always spending time at their house, I didn't knock, I just walked in. I knew he was home because his car was there, but I didn't hear anything at first, so I assumed he was asleep. I was going to sneak into his bedroom and surprise him by doing something stupid like jump on the bed but then I heard a noise coming from his room, so I quietly tiptoed up to the door. When I peeked around it, I got the surprise of my life!

There was my loving uncle, laying spread eagle on the bed with his eyes tightly closed. His left hand was gently squeezing and rubbing his scrotum. His right hand held his erect penis and he was stroking it! I had only seen other penises in pictures in magazines and our health class textbook. His was the first real live penis I had ever seen and I thought it was huge! I watched him for a few seconds and I began to get a tingly feeling in my groin and I could feel my nipples getting hard. I knew he was masturbating and I also knew what the feelings I was having meant. Watching him was turning me on!

He began to lift his hips off the bed and moan as his strokes became faster. I knew he was close to having an orgasm and I didn't want to get caught staring at his hard cock, so I slowly backed away from his door and went back to the main door of the house. I opened it and closed it loudly and called out his name. I heard some rustling coming from his bedroom, so I walked right in. He was just throwing the sheet over himself.

I didn't want to embarrass him, so I didn't let on that I had seen him masturbating. I also didn't let on that I could see the sheet was tented up a bit and had a small wet spot where I knew his cock was. I asked him the question my Mom wanted me to and we talked for a bit more and then I left. As I was leaving, I couldn't help but smile about what I had seen. I was excited to have seen my first live cock. I was astonished at how big it looked to me and I was a little frightened yet turned on at the thought of what something like that would feel like if we were making love. It didn't hurt that that cock was attached to a man I already loved and respected, even if he was my uncle.

For the rest of the day I had little flashbacks of what I had seen and found that when I thought about it for more than a second, my nipples would get hard and I could feel that tingling sensation in my groin. When I went to bed that night I tried to imagine what it would be like if something that big was invading my virgin pussy. I didn't think it would fit! I knew the mechanics of sex from health class and looking at magazines my father had hidden away. Some of my girlfriends had "done it" and said the first time it hurt, but felt better afterwards. The most I had ever done with a boy was some heavy make out sessions and quick feels in the car as they dropped me off at my house. My parents were always waiting for me to come in at the end of the dates. I would often go to bed afterwards and masturbate thinking about doing it with the guy I was dating, sometimes I would cum, but sometimes it just didn't work. That all changed after I had seen my uncle and his hard cock.

When I went to bed that night, I pictured what I had seen in my mind. I imagined myself lying in bed with Uncle Don and I began to masturbate. I began rubbing my stomach and worked my way up to my breasts. I rubbed all across them picturing it being Don in my mind that was actually rubbing them. My nipples got hard, harder than they almost ever were. I pinched them and tugged them up, pulling away from my body, stretching them until it began to hurt. I did that to one and used my other hand to twirl the other nipple between my thumb and index finger. I licked my fingers and got my nipples wet and blew on them pretending Don had just sucked one into his mouth and was blowing on it. I did that for a few minutes and then worked one of my hands down across my stomach and through my hair until I found my crease. I was surprised at how wet I already was. Much wetter than I could ever remember being.

I pictured Don rubbing me there, using two fingers to spread my lips and dipping his middle finger into my crease, spreading my moisture all over my lips. The more I thought about it, the wetter I got. Occasionally I would dip my middle finger into my hole a bit, causing me to moan. My breathing became more labored and as I rubbed myself thinking about my uncle doing this to me. I would slide my finger up across my clit and it felt so good. I sucked in my breath and moaned out his name: "Oh, Uncle Don! Yea. Just like that!" I remember saying.

I was lost in my imagination. I could feel my excitement building to a crescendo. As I was furiously rubbing my pussy, sliding my wet fingers across my hard little clit while pinching and pulling my nipples, I pictured my uncle climbing between my outstretched legs while holding his massive cock in his hand. All I could think about and try to imagine was that hard cock sliding between the lips of my pussy, stretching my virgin hole open as he plunged deep into me. Just as my orgasm began to peak I pushed two fingers into my pussy, imagining it was Uncle Dons cock. I pushed them in hard until they hit my hymen. I didn't break my barrier, but the pressure caused a little pain and I imagined it was Dons cock coming up against it and it triggered the best orgasm I had ever had up until that time. As my body tensed and I could feel my pussy flushing with cum, I kept the fingers pressed against my barrier and strummed my thumb across my hard clit. My legs stiffened and my ass came off the bed as I twitched with the ecstatic feeling of a huge orgasm.

As the peak of my orgasm passed, my body relaxed and my ass fell back to the bed. My fingers were still buried in my pussy as each spasm went through me. When I came back to the here and now I finally noticed my other hand had stopped pinching my nipples and was just squeezing my breast. I slowly slipped the fingers out of my pussy and felt a bit of emptiness as I did so. I knew I had just had the biggest orgasm of my life and I felt satisfied and more relaxed than other times I had masturbated.

I looked at my fingers and noticed they were coated with a slippery, frothy liquid and I knew that it was my girl cum. I knew that boys sometimes liked to lick a girl's pussy, and I wondered what tasted like, so I brought my fingers up to my nose and sniffed. It didn't smell bad, just a slight musty smell. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of my middle finger. Not bad, I thought, so I stuck one of my fingers into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it getting all of my cum off of it. The taste was a salty sweetness that wasn't bad at all. I stuck my other finger in and licked it clean. Now I knew why boys sometimes like to eat a girl's pussy.

After that night, I often thought of my uncle Don. Not just as the fun, loving and caring man he was, but as the sexy loving man who was also my lover. I had many a good orgasm from masturbating and thinking about him and his big cock. I never though in a million years that I actually would be his lover and would look forward to taking that beautiful cock of his in any of my holes. Who knew?!

After I graduated from high school I started dating a few guys. We'd often fool around and sometimes we'd wind up "parking" somewhere and take things to a different level. I never went all the way with them, but I would let them get their fingers wet and play with my breasts. That's also about the time that I saw my second live cock (and others too).

This guy and I had gone to the drive in movies and the movie wasn't that good. We started to kiss and make out. After a few minutes of hot and heavy kissing he opened my blouse and started playing with my breasts. I was getting pretty turned on and wanted to go a little further, but we were in a crowded drive in and I didn't want other people watching what we were doing so I told him we should leave and find a different place. We did and we pretty much picked up where we had left off at the drive in. We had climbed into the back seat of his car and in no time he had my blouse and bra off and was sucking hard on one nipple and squeezing and pinching the other one. I had gotten his shirt off and was rubbing all over his chest and stomach, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close as he kissed and sucked on my hard nipples. I was pretty turned on. He managed to open my pants and stick his hand down into my panties. I was soaked! He started to rub me across my slit and then he stuck his finger in me. I had a mini-orgasm from that. I could feel the muscles in my pussy contracting around his finger and moaned: "Oh yea. That feels good."

I knew he was expecting to "go all the way", but even though I had cum and was excited as hell, I wasn't quite ready to do that. I also knew he would be really disappointed if I didn't give him some sort of relief. He kept saying the words all boys do when they think they are close to getting lucky. "I love you. I want you. Let me see that beautiful pussy of yours!" I liked him a lot. He was a lot of fun to be with and I didn't want the relationship to end, especially on a sour note, so I explained to him I wasn't ready to do it yet. As I was telling him I couldn't let him fuck me, I unbuckled his pants and reached in and began to stroke his hard cock. He was upset that we weren't going to have sex, but when I told him I might be able to help him out in another way he felt a little better. I explained to him that I had never gone down on a guy before, so he would have to tell me what he liked and what he didn't.

He seemed appeased at this and he helped me slide his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I reached up and kissed him passionately and then began kissing my way down across his chest, slowly kissing and gently biting my way lower and lower. As I worked my way lower he began to lift his hips while I continued to stroke his hardened member. When I got close, I finally looked down at it. Holding it in my hand it felt big. It was hard, warm and a little sweaty. I could see a drop of moisture seeping from the little hole at the top of a mushroom shaped head. I couldn't help but compare it to uncle Dons and felt a bit relieved to see that although it wasn't small, it wasn't nearly as big as Dons.

As I tentatively stuck out my tongue to taste the liquid he was producing, my date grabbed my hair and moved it out of the way so he could see me as I slowly began to lick at the tip of his cock. "That's right Judy. Lick my cock. When you get the head all wet, slowly take me into your mouth." I licked that drop of what I later found out was pre-cum off the head of his cock. It tasted a little salty, but it wasn't a bad taste at all. I swirled my tongue around the head of him and he sucked in a deep breath between his teeth and lifted his hips off the car seat. "Aghh! Yea! Just like that Judy. Just like that. Keep your teeth away and use that tongue on my cock."

I kept stroking him as little by little I took him deeper into my mouth. After a few times taking just the tip of him into my mouth I pulled off and began to lick his shaft like an ice cream cone. When I got to the top I'd twirl my tongue around the crown and lick again. I noticed that he was producing more of that salty tasting liquid and I actually began to like the taste! I started to take his shaft into my mouth again, always swirling my tongue around it as much as possible while bobbing up and down on him. "Oh shit Judy! Your mouth feels so good on my cock. Take me deeper, please!" As I was bobbing up and down on him he began to gently push my head down, forcing me to take more of his hardness into my mouth. I'd swirl my tongue around his shaft as I was going down and suck hard on him as I was pulling off. He kept pushing as I went down, forcing more and more of his cock into my mouth. "Shit! Just like that! Don't stop. Don't stop!

As I went deeper down on him I wound up just holding the base of his cock in my hand, keeping it upright and in place. He slammed his head back against the seat and moaned again, pushing my head down forcing his cock to hit the entrance to my throat. I almost gagged he was so deep, but I didn't and I began to marvel at the power I seemed to hold over him by simply taking his hard cock into my mouth. I decided to test my new found powers and just held him at the entrance to my throat the next time I went down. I held him there for a few seconds and swirled my tongue around his cock. He began to try and lift his hips up to force more of himself into me, but I lifted my head as much as he lifted his hips holding him in position as my tongue swirled around his shaft.

"Fuuccck! I'm close! So fucking close. I'm gonna cum. Judy, you're going to make me cummm!" I started to bob my head up and down faster and faster taking him as deep as I could without gagging on him. I did that about three or four times and he sucked in a big gulp of air, pushed down hard on my head and lifted up his hips shoving his hard cock deep into my throat. "Here it comes! Take it. Take it!" he screamed. I started to gag on his cock but managed to swallow a bit of saliva which eased the gagging until I felt his shaft swell and then he shot a rope of cum down my throat. His whole body tensed as he began to cum as if he lost all muscle control and I was able to pull my head up until I held about half of his hardness in my mouth. I could feel each jet of his hot, salty cum as he filled my mouth to overflowing and some of his cum escaped out the sides of my lips. I swallowed a mouthful, but he kept shooting, each spasm produced less and less until he fell back on the seat totally spent.

He was sucking in huge amounts of air at first and then he opened his eyes and looked at me. I was swirling my tongue around my lips trying to catch all the cum that had escaped. I found that although some of my girlfriends had said they didn't like the taste of it, I didn't mind it at all. I finished cleaning all the cum off of my face as his breathing started going back to normal and he grabbed my head and pulled me up into a deep passionate kiss. As we held on to each other kissing and fondling, he whispered in my ear that that was the best blow job he had ever gotten and that he couldn't believe I had never done that before. I promised him that he really was my first, and I also told him I liked doing it and wouldn't mind doing it again for him. We dated for a couple of months after that and I kept my promise. I gave him quite a few blowjobs during that time, each time trying something new until I felt I was pretty good at it. He never complained about us not going all the way again.

Time went on and I dated a few other guys. At some point in each of those relationships I would compare those I was dating with my uncle. Were they really interested in me and my feelings like my uncle, or were they just with me to see what they could get? If we were making out and it got a little hot and heavy, I'd reach down and wrap my hand around their swollen cocks and for some reason I'd immediately mentally compare them with what I saw that day in Uncle Don's bedroom. They didn't, but I still used the opportunity to practice my oral skills on them. I learned that cocks, like women's breasts, come in all shapes and sizes. I also learned that I'd have to pay close attention to what really turned a particular guy on and what didn't. Each of them was a little different, but in the end, almost all of them liked to shove their cocks as far down my throat as I would allow as they were coming. I got pretty good at deep throating them. I also learned that I loved the taste of cum, each guys cum was essentially the same, but sometimes there was just the slightest difference. The last thing I learned while dating all those guys was that I really did like the control I had over them when I was going down on them. When you've got a guys cock buried deep into your throat and he's close to cumming, you own him! He'll do almost anything you want just to have is orgasm. That's power!