Uncle Lee was my mom's friend, and since I was a toddler I was used to him coming over to the house. He wasn't a "real" uncle in any way as he wasn't family, but he had known my mom since they were children, and he was in his early 50's I guess. He'd started coming over a lot more often after my parent's divorce, and I'd always thought of him as a second dad, and I also secretly had a terrific crush on him. He seemed to know it, encourage it even, but he didn't leer at me like the boys at school, or stare at my breasts. Sometimes, especially as my late teens turned into adulthood, I'd catch him looking at me with a kind of hunger that was almost palpable, and every so often I'd catch him admiring my butt out of the corner of my eye. He would always act embarrassed or apologize saying he was thinking of something else. He was quite attractive, 6 1, just under 200 pounds and all muscle; and even from when I'd been a child he'd had a touch of silver in his hair, or so I'd remembered it.
I didn't see much of him during my college years although he'd help me move in and out of each dorm room, and his ear was always receptive when I had a fight with my boyfriend, or my goldfish died, or if I just wanted to talk. He'd always call me sweetie-bear, and he always made me feel special.
Things changed after I graduated. A few weeks into summer I'd got a job and moved into my first apartment, and Uncle Lee dropped by for a visit because I'd asked him to help me move some furniture around. That took all of five minutes and then he brought out a bottle of wine as a housewarming gift because he knew I loved a glass of zin in the afternoon. He even thought to get it chilled, so I grabbed two glasses and we sat on opposite sides of my new sofa. Within the space of half an hour, we'd drunk it up entirely, and giggled slightly about it. I caught him looking at me and then turning away. He'd been staring at my breasts and that caught me a little by surprise.
Let me see if I can remember the rest, it all seems like a dream.
It was then I noticed the room seemed unusually hot. I'm also feeling a little naughty and decide to tease him a little, so I pull my top down to my shoulders, exposing the bra straps, and a slightly inappropriate amount of real estate. Uncle Lee didn't seem to notice, but he stood up to get the television remote. But he turned off the TV, and sat back on the sofa right next to me, close but not quite touching. He put his arm around me and leaned in, like he's going to whisper something in my ear. But I still feel heady from the wine, and impulsive, and uninhibited, and instead of listening for a secret, I quickly turn my face to him, and give him a quick, moist kiss on the mouth. I close my eyes. A sober part of me has time to think,
What the hell am I doing?
But nothing happens, and after a moment I open my eyes again, expecting to share an awkward laugh. But the look on his face is suddenly serious and he's looking right into my eyes with smoldering lust. He licks his lips as if tasting my kiss, his mouth slightly open. He puts his hand around the back of my neck and draws my face close.
The kiss that comes isn't a peck on the cheek and after a few experimental, quick lip to lip, lingering touches, I feel his warm tongue rub tentatively but firmly against my lips. I yield, relaxing my lips and instantly he begins to explore my mouth. Within seconds, it's plunged in deeply and I gasp at the earnestness of his attention, sinking as he presses forward. I'm being pressed into the sofa, sliding down onto my back as my mouth opens to more and more of Uncle Lee's attention. I feel a sudden gush into my panties as I realize this is for real,
OMG where is this going?
My sober mind tells me to pull away but my body won't let me as Uncle Lee puts his hand inside my bra.
This is so hot
, I realize, a little guiltily, and I can feel my panties becoming soaked. Under Uncle Lee's touch, my top and bra slide off effortlessly and I wonder how my bra even got unhooked. "Yes," I helplessly whisper as his hands start to move to cup and stroke my breast, lightly pinching my attentive nipples. Yes, this is something I have fantasized about, is it real? I pinch myself mentally.
Uncle Lee's mouth is on my neck and moving down slowly, tasting I and licking the drops of salty perspiration that seems to have come on with the increasing wetness between my legs and the stark, exciting-scary realization of what I'm doing.
Where will this stop?
When his mouth nips at my hardened nipple I arch my back helplessly as he pushes me back on the sofa. His mouth closes over my breast and his tongue lingers on my nipple that's gotten as hard as a frozen blueberry. I melt in his mouth.
As his tongue works on my other hard lump, my curious hand brushes against his shorts and his firm manhood throbs slightly against my hand while he says, "That's my sweetie bear, Uncle Lee won't hurt you." I look up a little wild eyed but enjoying it, naughtily, breathless. I raise my hips and he pulls down my skirt, and then feels inside my panties.
He licks his fingers and slides them firmly around the warm place between my labia. The warm, sticky fluid gushes out all over his hand. He brings it out and it my juices stretch out like a stringy egg white, much to my own embarrassment. He licks them, smiles, and offers me a chance to taste my own sex from his sticky hand. As I lick it off his finger, he smiles lasciviously. "Sweetie Bear, you naughty girl, you want to see Uncle Lee's little friend, don't you?" No, right? Yes, I admit to myself, I DO want this, even though I know I shouldn't; my body gives my mind no chance to disagree. Mesmerized, I look up into his hungry green eyes and slowly nod once. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, all the while smiling at me, and his cock springs out. It's about 7 inches, as hard as a wooden pole and it's as fat as a banana except for the wide helmet which must be more than 2 inches wide. As I look, a drop of clear fluid comes out the tip and slowly drips down, leaving a string just like my own pussy juice. It slowly runs down the inside of my thigh. He takes his cock in his hand and lightly strokes it.
"Now, Sweetie Bear, you've seen it appear; why don't we see how fast the two of us can make it disappear?" Suddenly, I'm a little scared again, he's bigger than my boyfriend was. A lot bigger
. Will that thing really fit into me?
I almost start to sit up, half-heartedly resisting, but a greater part of me wants to see, to feel, if it fits. Yeah, I want this, even if it's wrong. Is it wrong? It hits me, no wonder Uncle Lee came around the house all the time, he was fucking my mom! How naïve could I have been? My imagination runs wild, did he pinch and nibble her breasts like he's doing to me right now? Did he plunge that big cock in her? Did he cum in her pussy? Did he seduce her on this same sofa? But instead of making me resist, or feel angry or disgusted, I feel incredibly hot. My mom obviously liked it, Uncle Lee was around all the time. Fucking my mom. Ha! Now it's my turn. My vagina contracts in anticipation, and more juice runs down my leg.
Uncle Lee, completely unaware of my internal struggle, but accepting my silence as approval, gently pushes me back on the sofa, and I lie there slightly breathless, waiting,
hoping
to be impaled. He spreads my legs apart. But instead of that two inch helmet, I feel his tongue gently lick all around my pussy. He's going slow, but his tongue misses nothing and my body gushes in response, now soaking his face and the sofa cushions. My vagina feels like it's aching for something and I feel myself coming to a climax. He seems to know exactly what my body is doing, and he slows, he... slows. Oh yes. Each light stroke of his tongue, gentle movement of his fingers just takes me a tiny bit closer to climax, but not all the way. I moan at his teasing but he keeps going maddeningly slow, teasing me, stroking the sides, above, below, only making the briefest of touches, almost as if by accident, against my clitoris.
Finally, waves start in my stomach and speed throughout my body as I shudder and arch my back, locking up all my muscles. My thighs grip his head tightly, and I put my hands on the back of his head, pulling his face onto my pussy, trying to grind my clitoris against his teasing tongue. My vagina contracts in slow waves. "Oh, oh oh, oh," is all I can grunt as I cum all over Uncle Lee's face and hands, soaking him with a seemingly endless gush of juice. Uncle Lee murmurs, "I love the taste and smell of your pussy, it's like fresh flowers, a fertile field of clover."
Spent, I relax completely, slightly breathless, letting go of Uncle Lee and I take a deep breath. I suddenly notice that he's now eye to eye with me, and his look of wolfish hunger demands satisfaction. A thrill goes through my body; I'm ready for more. I grin, fiendishly. I spread my legs wider for Uncle Lee and aim my hips up at the telephone pole that's hanging over my pussy, the reddish knob glistening with more of his sticky pre-cum fluid. He takes some of my copious juice and rubs it up and down the length of his cock. He whispers, hoarsely, "You know Bear, I've always thought you were hot, and I've always wanted to screw your brains out, since you were eighteen." Under other circumstances and less wine I'd have said, "Well duh," but in my excited state It's too much and I just want it. I respond, huskily, "Do me. Now."
His big cock approaches my moist pussy slowly, as we both savor the moment. As it touches, then slowly presses against my tight opening, I can't help but push up and my labia expands. And expands, taking the helmet in. As it pushes through my opening, it pops through and the rest slides in part way. I gasp,
OMG, he's big.
He keeps going, slowly, and he's moaning slightly, looking into my eyes. His dick pushes into me like the plunger of an air pump, slowly, tightly, deeply, missing nothing, taking up every bit of space inside me, and stretching a little more. But he's only halfway.
It's too much, and he's going too slow!
I want him to hurry before I pass out, I'm already seeing stars. I reach up and put my hands on his lower back, and wiggle my hips, wrapping my legs around him. Then with a powerful tightening of my legs, I suddenly draw him into me. I DO see stars this time. OH SHIT! YES! This time, it's his turn to gasp, "Oh Sweetie Bear, you naughty girl! God, you feel so incredible! You're so tight inside!" Secretly grinning at turning the tables on Uncle Lee, I tighten my strong thighs around him, locking him in an iron embrace. And tighten. And finally, our pubic hair mingles and I know he's in all the way. I feel the heat of him against me, and the refreshing coolness of his ball sack pressing my entrance. I realize I was holding my breath and let it out in one gasp. "Oooooh! Yessssss."
I feel entirely filled up like a stuff sack, overflowing as my vagina stretches out to accommodate him. I've never felt so full. I relax my leg lock and he begins to slide in and out, slowly, very slowly, and the immense friction from the tight fit is overwhelming. I just came a few minutes ago, but already I know that this stimulation is going to result in another massive climax, and soon.
