0 comments/ 22356 views/ 0 favorites Watching TV By: Ekserb We are at your place to watch TV. At first, we are seated comfortably apart on the sofa, but during the show, we gradually move closer until we are shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning our heads against one another. You are on my left (my good side) and we begin to hold hands and play with each others' fingers. (I love this part... the innocent foreplay!) Every now and then I bring your hand to my lips and kiss you lightly on the back of your hand. The fact that we are this close is exciting to me, and I look down to see if my arousal is obvious... so far, it isn't too bad - just some slight twitching as my cock steadily grows down my pant leg. I try to ignore it and pretend to be interested in the show. On the last commercial break, you excuse yourself and rise to leave the room. As you stand, you prop yourself up wit my left thigh, high enough on my leg that the tip of your little finger almost reaches where my cock has settled against my leg. You stand slowly and arch your back as you slide your hand off of my leg. As you step away from the couch, you glance down at me and smile, but it is so brief that I can't tell if you are aware of my excitement or merely happy that I am enjoying the show. You're still wearing the slip dress that I helped you pick out today and as you leave I watch you tug the skirt out of the crack of your ass - for some reason I love the way women's clothes do that. Just before turning the corner to leave the room, you give me another quick glance and catch me watching you. You smile and disappear from my view. In a few moments you are back, but there is something different about you... something in your walk, maybe? As you turn to sit beside me, I can also see that you have removed your bra and are restrained only by the flimsy material of the dress. Wow, now I'm really turned on - I think you have a wonderful chest, even though I am normally not so interested in that part of the female body. Still, something else is different.... For the last part of the show you seem preoccupied, fidgeting while we sit together. You are becoming more and more bold about placing your hand near my cock, and with each potential touch I grow firmer and longer. The show ends and you turn off the TV with the remote. You seem to hesitate for a second, then, as you lean forward to place the remote on the coffee table, you reach between my legs and grab my stiff cock and balls. Without releasing me, you turn and put one knee on the cushion beside me and lean forward to expose your ample cleavage. You whisper in my ear, I want to show you something." I let out a quiet moan as you gently squeeze my balls before letting them go to crawl onto all fours on the sofa. Now it's obvious you haven't forgotten my primary favorite female body part as you wiggle your ass at me from under your skirt. "Look under my dress, baby. I have something special for you." I hop up to sit on my knees facing you and reach down to the hem of your skirt, now hanging about halfway down the backs of your thighs. As I lift the silky material over your hips, you arch your back even further.... Wow! No wonder you were squirming during the end of the show. The sight of the butt plug in your asshole really gets me going... I almost cum right away! I push your dress almost up to your shoulder blades as I bend to kiss and lick the cheeks of your ass. I move between them, sliding my tongue along your skin and follow the curves into the crack and over each beautiful round cheek. "I want you to pull it out and eat my ass, baby." "Mmmmmmmm, I'd love to," I say. I grab the base of the plug and my knuckles brush against your full pussy lips. Jeez, you're soaking! I begin to pull the object out and I watch as the muscles of your ass hold it tightly, not wanting to loosen for the wider part of the plug. "Relax, baby. Here it comes." You turn your head to look at my eyes and I can tell you are helping to push it out of your ass. Once the thickest part is out, it slides out easily, but I keep pulling slowly to allow your ass to contract gradually back to normal. I hear an audible sigh escape your lips as I finally remove the plug from your hole. I bend down again to kiss you, this time placing my lips directly on your asshole. Again a sound passes your lips, but this one is a moan of pleasure that comes from deep in your throat. I linger on your ass, parting my lips just enough to allow the tip of my tongue to tickle the ring of your anus. "My ass is feeling a little empty without that— Oooohh!" I shove my tongue deep into your ass before you can finish your request, and you are overcome with pleasure. The forcefulness of my penetration pushes you to your belly and I lay between your legs to continue my feast. I hold your cheeks wide apart as I plunge my tongue in and out of your asshole. (My god, what kind of son did my mother raise?!?) My saliva is pouring down to you pussy, and you reach one hand under your body to finger-fuck your cunt while I tongue-fuck your ass. "I want to have something inside me for the rest of the night, and I don't mean that piece of latex. I want you to cum in my ass, baby." I crawl forward to whisper in your ear, "With pleasure, baby." As I stand to take off my clothes, you turn over onto your back and prop your head up on a pillow. You seem to enjoy watching me disrobe as I pull off my shirt and begin to unbuckle my belt. We look into each others' eyes as I begin to pull down my pants, and as I look down to pull them off my feet, I notice you are still stroking your pussy. I stand up again, this time grabbing my cock and beginning to stroke it while I watch you play with yourself. I shaved it this afternoon and my cock and balls are so smooth for you. My dick is hard and glistening with precum as I stroke it slowly for you. Now you pull your knees to either side of your chest, spreading your legs as wide as possible. I grab your hips and swing your ass to the edge of the cushion. You reach down across the backs of your thighs and spread your ass cheeks wide apart for me. I get down on my knees beside the sofa and position the head of my cock against your asshole. When I sense that you are ready, I thrust deep into your ass. Your eyes close tight and you bite your lip as you try to muffle a scream. I hold deep inside you for a few seconds to let you get used to the size of me. I begin to pump in and out, my juices making sticky noises as your ass grips the shaft of my cock. I don't know which is better — the sight of my shaved cock fucking your ass or watching you shoving three fingers into your dripping cunt while I do it. I can't remember the last time I saw you so excited, so I know that you will be reaching your first orgasm soon. As you begin to shudder, I tell you I want to feel it. You pull your dripping fingers out of your pussy and wipe your juices all over your breasts as I slip a finger into your pussy. I pump your ass a little as I feel your contractions around my finger. You squeeze and fondle your breasts as you climax, and your pussy spills warm cum all over my cock. You gradually return to this world, and I begin to thrust into your asshole again. Watching you cum has pushed me right to the edge, and I can feel my balls beginning to boil. Just a few strokes and, "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!" I yell. "Yes, that's it! Cum in my ass! Give it to me!!" I feel the hot juices pumping up from deep within me, and my breathing is short and erratic as I begin to spasm inside you. You reach between your legs to hold the base of my cock as I cum, and you touch my shaved skin just as I begin to shoot my load. Each squirt is long and full, and I know that you must be able to feel it filling your ass. It seems to take forever for the spasms to stop, but I let my cock go limp before pulling out of you. You squeeze my dick with your ass to leave me completely drained, and by the time I slip out of you, I am almost totally flaccid. We curl up in each others' arms on the sofa (I like this part, too) and I get to admire the way your hips and waist form an incredible curve as you lay on your side. I run my hand along that curve as we kiss and play with each others' bodies. You tell me that you can feel some of my cum leaking out of your well-stretched ass, and that you may need a refill before we go to bed for the night. Hmm, I guess I could give it a try... Watching TV with Uncle Gary A year ago I would not have recognised what he was doing. Out in the country we don't learn a lot about life. But now that I had turned eighteen, and started sex education classes in college, I knew what he was doing. He was trying to excite me. Excite me, sexually. 'He', was my Uncle Gary. He wasn't playing with me like he used to, like with dolls and games and jigsaws and stuff. This was grown up. Uncle Gary was my mother's older brother, from Vermont. Auntie Elsie was his wife. I was sitting watching TV in the den, pretty late, the rest in bed. I couldn't sleep. Uncle Gary had joined me. Said he couldn't sleep either. He stood behind the big chair I was sitting in, legs stretched out in front of me. He had draped his arms over the back of the chair. They hung down either side of my head. His hands were lightly on my shoulders. 'You can sit over there,' I had said, nodding at the sofa and the other leather lounger. But he said he was fine where he was, didn't want to move. 'I'm fine here, poppet,' he said, fingertips stroking my shoulders. I was wearing a pale blue teddy, matching briefs, and a short towelling wrap from the bathroom. Uncle Gary massaged my shoulders and neck. Now and then he fingered the collar of my wrap. I let him. Uncle Gary was okay. The two on the TV screen looked about to make out. I didn't watch this stuff much, in fact I was 'locked out' of cable, but my uncle had switched it on for me. He usually does what I ask. He likes me. Always has, I think. Though now that I'm older, I notice he looks at me more. And this … sexual thing is there. I was becoming aware of his fingers stroking the skin in the 'v' of my robe. I could tell it was becoming sexual because I'd had one or two boyfriends, nothing too serious, and they had tried to touch me there. All they wanted was to 'into my pants' according to Vivienne, my best friend. They started at the top, worked down, again, according to Viv. I reached up and gently moved my uncle's hand. I was keeping my body for my husband. One of Mom's ideas. 'Got any boyfriends?' my uncle asked, his hands back to gently massaging my shoulders over my wrap. 'No,' I shook my head. The girl on the TV was kissing the man. She looked about my age. He was older. Her eyes were closed, mouth open. I wondered if I should really be watching this stuff? But I went on watching anyway. I hadn't seen anything so … blatant … before. Though I wasn't sure I wanted my uncle to know that. 'Ever kiss like that?" asked my uncle, in a whisper, nodding at the screen. I shook my head. In fact I had, but not very well. Certainly not as well as the girl on the screen. I'd tried it once with Barry, boyfriend number two, behind the bicycle sheds at school one Friday afternoon. 'Like to?' said my uncle. I shook my head again. The girl on TV looked about my age, but Boy, She was really into kissing! (How many hours behind the bicycle shed and she put in as practice?) 'Sure you would, honey,' said my uncle, fingers again at the 'v' of my wrap. 'I'll teach you,' he whispered, a chuckle in his tone, fingers gently stroking the skin at the 'v'. I suddenly found myself wondering what it might be like to kiss Uncle Gary. His fifty-year old lips. His bristly moustache. 'I'll teach you,' he repeated, fingers slowly spreading the collar of my robe. I shook my head and reached for his fingers. 'I don't think so,' I said, moving his fingers away. My eyes were on the hands that were running over the girl on the TV screen. 'How do you know you wouldn't like it if you've never tried?' he asked, persistent as ever, head forward over my shoulder, cheek touching mine. 'I just don't think I would,' I said, trying to sound firm. His hands were back at the collar of my robe, spreading it, fingertips back on the skin at the top of my breasts. 'Come on, Connie, sweetie pie,' he said, voice soft. 'Give it a try, you might like it.' It was amazing what the man on TV was doing with the girl, and she little more than my age. 'I really don't think so, Uncle Gary,' I said, trying to sound grown-up. He had spread the collar of my wrap. Slipped a hand inside. The man on the screen had a hand between the girl's legs. My knees were pressed together. She was gasping and sighing, eyes closed. Uncle Gary's fingers lightly stroked the upper swell of one of my breasts. He was getting bolder. 'C'mon honey pie,' he whispered, head coming further over my shoulder, fingers stroking my breast. I shook my head, eyes flipping quickly to his then back to the screen. His face was so close! The girl on the screen had a hand up her dress. It wasn't hers, it was his. Stroking her thigh. Both my uncle's hands were inside the top of my wrap. I could feel the effect on my breasts, the larger they grew the more sensitive they became. I'd discovered that myself, though Mom says it's best not to touch. 'Leave it til later, leave it to your husband,' was her advice. 'Please, Uncle Gary,' I whispered, reaching for his hands. "I don't do that.' 'Mom say it's for your husband, right?' I didn't reply. 'That's what our Mom told us. Load of bollocks. Trust me.' But of course, I wasn't likely to trust Uncle Gary. All men are the same, Mom says. So does Viv, though I'm not sure she knows what she's talking about! 'Just a quick kiss,' said Uncle Gary. 'See if you like it or not.' I frowned. My hands round his wrists, his fingers still stroking my breasts. Uncle Gary was about the most persistent man I'd ever met. Way more persistent than Dad. I was going to have to agree. "No," I said. "C'mon," he urged. "Why won't you take no for an answer?" I said, eyes locked on the screen. "Just one," he pleaded. I sighed. Let out my breath like a steam train to let him know he was being a real pain. 'Okay, but just one,' I said, figuring then he'd leave me alone then. "You won't regret it," he whispered, leaning over my right side. I leaned my head back on the chair, and pursed my lips. 'Loosen your lips,' he whispered, fingers still stroking my breasts, causing my nipples to tingle, as if they sodding wanted this! I loosened my lips, closed my eyes, lifted my chin for the kiss, my fingers still holding his wrists. His lips felt softer than I thought they would. The pressure wasn't hard. More like gentle, kind. I let my lips relax. As his softened more, so did mine. A fingertip brushed against a nipple. I squeezed his wrists, cautioning him. His fingers brushed my nipple again. I tried to move his wrists, but couldn't get purchase. He fingered my nipples a third time. His lips had gently spread. I could feel his tongue toying with my mouth. His own lips circling mine. I felt his hands move down, cupping my breasts, lifting their weight. I pushed my lips to his to end the kiss. But his lips kept working on mine. His hands were gently fondling my breasts. I pushed my lips to his as I let my mouth fall open. I softly arched my back, pushing my chest to his touch. I actually liked the feeling of being touched, there. By myself, of course. There, just where he was touching me now, cupping me, holding me. My eyes had closed. His hands on my breasts were soft. Very soft. Tantalisingly so. They felt so different from mine, when I touched myself. Not that I did. Not often, at least. His fingertips were back at my nipples, gently brushing each, making them erect. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, and my lips closed around it, I felt my nipples … tight and hot. We seemed to kiss forever, till I was out of breath, and then it ended. He lifted his mouth off mine. My breasts were still in his hands, his hands and fingers still working on each. I tried to catch my breath. My hands were closed loosely round his wrists, but made no effort to move them away. I would, of course. In a minute or so. God, but my uncle could kiss! I opened my eyes. 'That wasn't so bad, was it, poppet?' he whispered, face still inches from mine, little explosion of breath on my lips as he spoke. 'No,' I heard myself whisper back, eyes drifting back to the screen. My breasts felt about to explode. The nipples swollen and hard. The skin hot. As if crying out to be treated more firmly … or strongly … or harshly … or some damn thing! He started to nuzzle my neck. I moved a hand to his head to move it away, my hand round his wrist tried to pull his hands off, to give my breasts peace. 'Just a caress, five seconds, no more,' he whispered, kissing me just below the chin. So I let him be, my hand resting lightly on his cheek. I felt the brush of this moustache, the smoothness of his chin. Had he just shaved? The girl on the TV lay back on a sofa, eyes closed, letting the older man kiss her breasts. She had lovely breasts, thought no larger than mine, I guess, nor as firm, I felt. My breasts are pretty. Mommy says I shouldn't say that. Not even think it. 'Leave your looks to others to remark upon,' is her advice. Uncle Gary's hands continued to fondle me. I glanced at them. The collar of my wrap was open. The swell of my breast had his hands on top. The neckline of my teddy was nearly at my nipples and, as I watched, so were my uncle's fingertips. I should move them away, I felt, moving my head to one side to let him kiss me again. His time was up, I thought, as his fingertip brushed my nipple again. My back arched. I reached for his hand. 'Please,' I whispered. My eyes had closed. Then his other hand was back at my other breast. It fairly leapt to his touch. 'Please,' I said again, tightening my grip on his hand, trying to ease it away. 'My lips are warmer now, so the kiss will be better,' he whispered, his head leaving my neck, returning to my face. An inch away. 'C'mon,' he urged. I lifted my chin. 'Open your lips,' he said, and as I did I felt his tongue on my lip's inner surfaces. The brush of his moustache on my lips. The feel of his hands on my breasts, working warmly, fingers round a nipple, the other caressing my other breast. His tongue ran into my mouth. I opened it further, my own tongue nervous, tentative, not sure what to do. Both breasts were hungrily squeezed, moved together roughly, pressed against each other as if he was rolling dough. One of my hands tried to free my breasts, but my other had curled round his head. My boyfriends had never kissed like this. French kissing. That's what it was called. I remembered now. Some girls at school had talked of it. Older girls. Wilder girls. Girls with Mom's less strict than mine. My tongue had come out and was tasting his. My hand at his head pulled him closer. I arched my back, feeling my breasts fill his hands, surprised at how wanton that made me feel, surprised at how much I wanted him to stop, yet how much I wanted him not to stop. I pushed myself into his hands, rolling my chest to increase the pressure – jerking, surprised, as he flicked the tip of a nipple. The kiss was longer this time. His hands drew the wrap from my chest, then partly off my shoulders. One of my breasts filled his hand again. He stroked and fondled, caressed and squeezed. I tried to disengage. I managed to pull my mouth from his. 'I think that's enough, Uncle Gary,' I said, glancing from the TV, to him, then back to the TV. But the TV didn't help. The girl had nothing on now but her socks. And another man had appeared. To help. Four hands now roamed her body. Four much older hands. And judging from the lost expression on her face, and the glaze in her eyes, and the hunger in the sweating movement of her body, they were clearly attentions she didn't object to! Jees, imagine being stroked like that. By two men. Imagine? 'You kiss very well, sweet Connie,' murmured Uncle Gary in my ear, sounding disappointed. Why? Had I offended him by pushing him away? Uncle Gary wasn't a bad guy. Always brought me stuff. Always said nice things about me. His hands continued to play with my breasts, although his five seconds was up. Some minutes back, in fact! I had pushed his hands away of course, now and then. And they'd gone for a time. But then they'd returned. I couldn't keep pushing his hands away forever. Could I? In some ways, I had to admit, I was finding his attention attractive. Almost a compliment. In some ways exciting too. It had made me hot between the legs. Moist too I knew, though fortunately Uncle Gary didn't! The girl on the screen arched her back and groaned. A deep low animal groan. Uncle Gary's hands were back inside my teddy. The feel of his skin against mine – especially such intimate skin as that of my breast – made me catch my breath. He was kissing my ear. I could feel his tongue as it stroked the tiny ridges. My shoulders heaved then lifted and curled around his chin as his tongue probed deep. The feeling in my ear was tingling, electric. My eyes had closed. I arched my back, pushing my breasts into Uncle Gary's hands. He seemed so hungry. So eager. As if he needed to touch me like this. He, a respectable member of the community. A married man. A graduate, professional, member of Elks – or Feeders, or whatever it was he belonged to. That an adult like he should regard me as important in this way, was … kinda complimentary, I guess. Surprising too, I suppose. I was just a student after all. It was like the men on TV, the way they seemed to need to touch the girl. As if it were a form of worship, almost. I moved a hand to Uncle Gary's wrist. My fingers closed around it. Held it lightly, let it act. I crushed my thighs together, moving the knees one against the other, trying to squash my pudenda, roll it into a ball. 'Another kiss?' he whispered. I shook my head. I thought we'd kissed enough. 'Please?' he urged, lips closing on mine. My lips, already moist and open, joined with his, as one, although I wasn't sure to kiss so much was wise. As my uncle's lips spread, so did mine. As his tongue searched deep into my mouth, so mine began a search of its own. His mouth tasted of peppermint. I though it would taste of tobacco. Had he rinsed out his mouth before he came down? He opened my wrap, wide, and ran it down my arms, lifted my hands out. I felt it slither down my body and lie in folds around my waist. My bare arms reached behind me, up and back, around his neck. His hands were on the nakedness of breasts, my breasts, they felt about to explode, as if they were twice their normal size. He could make them tingle and fizz so well! What if Mom came down and caught us like this? Or Auntie Elsie? Or my brother, Tom. (But I couldn't hear any sound.) 'Mmmgrh …' I moaned into his open mouth, seeking to have him slow down. I needed to stop. Regroup. To think. 'Grggh…' I groaned, as he tweaked my pea-hard nipples first one way, then, 'Grggh!' the other. 'Please, Uncle Gary,' I gasped as I pulled my mouth from his. His need seemed so powerful, so strong. Still kissing and fondling my breasts, I felt him move round my seat. He wanted me closer, perhaps in his lap. I certainly couldn't allow that. What if someone upstairs, came downstairs, and found us like this? 'Uncle Gary!' I shouted, quite loudly, sitting up, alarmed as he moved to my front, concerned at what he might do, or want to do, or try to do. How far he might try to go with me. 'This is not funny!' I said, jaw tight, frowning up at him. He looked contrite. He didn't try to grab me or force himself on me. Just stood there, looking down. 'You must let me watch the film,' I said, not wanting to dwell on unpleasantness – as I said, I liked the guy. He went to the sofa, head down. Sat on that. Looked hurt. I tried to ignore him. The two men on the screen had the girl in a sandwich between them, hands all over her as her eyes rolled into her skull. She was mewling and panting like an animal. Uncle Gary sniffed. Damn! Had I hurt his feelings? I didn't want to. He was my favourite uncle. He was my only uncle, as it happened, but never mind. I shot him a sidelong glance. I had crossed my arms beneath my breasts. I suddenly realised they were naked, my wrap round the back, teddy round my waist. It suddenly seemed so absurd. Here I was, being stuck up and unpleasant, yet the girl on the screen was being thoroughly mauled by two older men and she had not complained. She hadn't said a word! Added to which I was half naked anyway. There was little else to hide. My uncle had already seen my breasts. Seen them! He'd had them in his hands, naked as the day I was born, and done with them whatever he'd pleased for the last fifteen minutes! Yet here I was, behaving like a some sort of prude. (And I can't abide prudes.) 'Sorry, Uncle Gary,' I said, my eyes on the girl's face. I had never seen anyone look so thoroughly aroused. As if she was a wild animal, desperately wanting to play … or be played with … or something. Yet she seemed unsure of how to go about it. Relying on them to keep her fuelled yet you almost got the feeling they weren't keeping up, though I couldn't for the life of me think what else they could possibly do. They were all over her like hot custard! 'Come and sit here, by me,' said Uncle Gary in a small voice. I glanced across at him. He looked like a schoolboy who had been told off. I found myself smiling. 'Well, really!' I admonished him – but felt quite bad about doing so. 'You were going too far,' I said, pulling my robe back on, drawing it over my shoulders. "Fair's fair. You went away beyond what we agreed,' I told him sternly. What had we agreed? 'Sit by me,' he implored, his eyes like a puppy's, patting the sofa beside him. 'Only if you behave,' I said, drawing my robe around me but softening towards the guy. I could hardly blame him for wanting me. As Mom always said, Men are alike. They want into your pants. And after all, I was not unattractive. 'I promise,' he said, patting the sofa again. When I stood up, to move over and sit beside him on the sofa, the teddy that had been round my waist slipped from my hips and slipped down my legs to my knees. I stared at it, surprised. Uncle Gary burst out laughing. I had to laugh too. Here was I, Miss eighteen-year-old-practically-a-lady-smart-ass, telling off my forty year-old-uncle, and when I stand up my teddy falls down! Then it dropped down to my ankles. I couldn't stop laughing. 'C'mon you silly sausage,' said Uncle Gary, reaching out a hand. I disengaged the teddy from my ankles, kicked it off, and let him pull me onto his lap. 'You said you'd behave,' I reminded him, still giggling but getting over it, not wanting to object any more than I already had. Otherwise he would really think I was a prude. He had the message about not touching me, I was confident of that. (He was certainly acting appropriately cowed!) So I stayed where he wanted me to be, in his lap, knowing that he knew that I was in charge. He reached his arms up into the air. 'What'll I do with these?' he asked dramatically, looking like a scarecrow. 'Whatever you want,' I responded without thinking, so could hardly complain when he put them round my waist! I let him. Looked back at the screen. 'Just remember. You have to behave,' I reminded him, seeing where the girl on the screen had got to now. She was on the floor. One of the men had his head between her legs. I wasn't too sure what he was doing but Jesus Christ! She seemed to like it! 'What he doing to her,' I whispered. 'Cunnilingus,' said my uncle, head held close to my ear. 'Cunni … what?' I said. The girl's pelvis and legs were thrashing about. 'He's kissing her.' 'Down there?' I asked, surprised. (I didn't know you did that.) Watching TV with Uncle Gary 'It's lovely. You should try it,' said my Uncle. I didn't respond. But I suddenly wondered what on earth it would be like having someone's lips … down there … between my legs. I pressed my thighs together tight at the thought – and suddenly understood what Barry, a brief acquaintance from school, had been trying to do with his head between my legs at the Varty's barbecue last Halloween. My uncle's hand had flattened on my thigh. I suddenly wondered if they used their tongue down there as well as their lips? I tried to see. But the girl had clamped her legs tight around the older man's head so I couldn't see what his tongue was doing. The other man was kissing her ear, stroking her neck, fondling her breast. 'Wow,' was all I could say. My uncle wanted to kiss me again. To keep him quiet, I let him. Then he wanted to kiss me again. So I let him do that, too, even though the first kiss had seemed about five minutes long. And had me panting hard! Although our kisses were long and drawn out, and in their way surprisingly hungry and heated, and quite exhausting too, each time I got my breath back and looked at the screen I found the man's head was still locked between the girl's legs, she bucking and writhing and curling in response, with a look on her face suggesting pain, but not the sort of pain that hurt, (I knew). Uncle Gary's hand was back on my breast. He'd sneaked it into my wrap as we kissed. I'd cautioned him (briefly) with a warning hand, but he said he would only stroke my skin, which in fairness is all he was doing. Very gently, in fact. A soft caress all over both breasts. I wanted to ask if the man used his tongue when they did this culin-whatever thingie, but wasn't sure how to ask it. My wrap had come open. One side had slipped off my legs. All I had underneath was my teddy's matching briefs. Which weren't much. I glanced at my uncle's hands on my breasts. My breasts looked huge. They felt enlarged. Did they become as large as they felt, when people touched them like my uncle was doing? Is that what made them swell? Is that what made them sensitive? I glanced back at the screen, then groaned and arched my back and eased my breasts into his touch, trying to disguise what I was doing so. It would hardly do if he knew, after all. Then I wondered, What would it feel like having a tongue … down there? They had changed position. The girl had her lips around a penis, and seemed to be sucking it like a lollipop. I hadn't done that yet. Uncle Gary kissed me again. We seemed to be kissing as much as watching the film. He was less becoming content to merely stroke the skin of my breasts. Now he was squeezing them too. And exciting the nipples as well. Two times he'd kissed my ear. Lingering kisses, the tip of his tongue probing deep. The suggestions he whispered were naughty, and sexual. Over and over again, about his tongue, and where he'd like to put it, stuff like that. I tried to ignore what he said. But the feel and sound of his breath and tongue in my ear was creating a theatre of arousal all of its own. It seemed so bad, so forbidden, an uncle doing this, saying these things, in the ear of his teenage niece! I had never seen intercourse done before. And when it came on the TV screen, I paid a lot of attention. I had never been sure how it worked. I knew the various pieces involved, I just didn't know the mechanics. When the tip of the erect penis, belonging to the smaller of the two men, but still looking huge, finally eased its way into the glistening crimson lips between the girl's legs, I had my eyes about as wide as they could go. And my mouth hanging open as well. How could something that large ever fit, down there. The tiny access, deep in the mouth of her labia, no more than a pulsing crimson, looked much too small to take the tip, never mind the rest of it! But as I watched, the girl's hips rose, and she parted her thighs, and the bulbous, glistening, purple-coloured tip eased slowly into her. Uncle Gary had his lips on my neck, a hand around a breast, the other on my leg, far up, and moving between them, parting my thighs as it went. As the bulbous tip disappeared, my own pelvis rose and my legs seemed to part as if I were feeling what the girl on the screen was feeling, as if it were happening to me. I was clearly aware of my uncle's hand slipping between my legs, aware of the edge of his finger as it came into contact with the brief slip of cotton that ran between my legs and covered my pudenda. But I didn't do anything to stop him. It didn't seem part of what was happening. What was happening HERE … was this … this … huge thing … easing into my friend. I felt she was my friend, she could have been a classmate. What was happening here was all about her, the girl on the screen, not me. It was all about what was happening to her, here, now, late at night, when she should be sleeping, getting her strength for classes tomorrow. Me, I hardly seemed to matter anymore. Deeper and deeper it went as I watched this huge thing sink inside her. I eased my pelvis forward and up, as if it were happening to me. Easing my mound into the heal of my uncle's hand. Feeling his fingers spread the lips inside my briefs. Feeling my briefs moved aside and then, 'Shwaaah!' I gasped, as my clitoris felt the presence of a finger brushing over it. 'Ngaaar!' I groaned, as he did it again. I squirmed my torso round, clasped my mouth to my uncle's, wanting his fingers to do it again, and again, and again. To make me feel like the girl on the screen. What must it feel like, I wondered. First the fingers, then the tongue, then … THAT! INSIDE! 'Urnnnng,' I groaned, into my uncle's mouth, pushing my tongue against his, jerking my pudenda in his hand, pushing my pussy at his fingers. Everything down there so moist, like honey, hot chocolate sauce. Fingers slurping and sliding in the heat between my legs. God, it felt good! I clamped my legs around his hand, my lips around his tongue, and forced my own deep, as if it were an entity, just like that great purple thing, forcing itself into an aperture belonging to another – in this case my uncle, in this case his mouth. Which is when the 'slide' commenced. The slide. The slithery slope. The deep dark dank descent. The slide that had my uncle doing things to me that uncles are not supposed to do to eighteen year old nieces. The slide that brought on things, from him, that even his wife, my Auntie Elsie, might well not approve of – even if done to her, (never mind her niece!). A slide that started when various things fell into place. The purple thing, in her. My uncle's tongue, in me. My uncle's finger, also into me. My uncle's touch against my clit. My aching breasts, against his touch. My gasping lips against his hair, and chest. The hair I found on his chest when his shirt's was roughly opened. Me, the panther, tearing shirts! From the slippery start to the slide, hands and lips and tongues and mouths taking licence to roam where they shouldn't, the slide then gathered pace. Then helter skelter, rocketed out of control! It turned on itself into a headless, hopeless, thoughtless, tumbling descent. Driven by urge, fuelled by need, fanned by the flames of arousal and lust! And what was surprising, at least to me, was that I was as much in its thrall as my Uncle Gary. He may have lit the fuse, but the explosion was as much mine as his. Both of us, respondents to animal drives. Not as it should have been, surely? My clarion call to defend myself against the movement of older hands, and fingers, tongue and lips, all over my body. In places where none had wandered before. Except, now and then, my own. But never like this. And never with the hunger that another can impart in such mind blowing ways! The call to defend myself went unanswered. Over-powered, down-trodden, out-gunned, by the siren call of arousal itself. Sensuality, lust. Base primeval drives. That breathtaking slide … Down … down … down …. into the white-hot, rabid coals of abandonment, sensuality, erotic aggression, and glorious Technicolor release! All thoughts of propriety, self-control, and 'saving it for hubby,' ploughed into the soil of restraint by the shear of earthy need, as it shreds decorum and drives the senses into a realm where riotous erotic sensuality hold sway. Hubby's fucking interests can fucking stand in line! I felt what it was like to have a man's mouth and tongue play with me. DOWN THERE! What it was like when a tongue and then teeth nibbled my nipples. What it feels like, as a niece, when an uncle's finger eases into you. As if he were looking for something. And possibly not finding it. (My hymen broke when I was twelve, riding a bike.) Easing the finger farther in, to curl, to find – my uncle said, when I bit into my knuckle, biting off the cry I nearly made – the G-spot, as he called it as I bucked and cried again. He tried a second finger with the first, to see if it would fit. (It did.) I bucked and yelped and squirmed some more, but could have told him it would fit. The handle of my hairbrush is thicker than that. Then he entered me, properly. With his penis, is what I mean. He did it at about the same speed as the guy on the film had done – though the film had long since finished. He had seemed, the small guy in the film, to be trying not to cause the girl any pain. That I liked. And then my uncle tried to do the same, with me, as he asked breathless questions about virginity, and others before him, and had there been any, and stuff like that. I replied, as best I could, with moans, and groans, and little cries, and yelps, and mental entreaties to get a fucking move on – so to speak. In the end I was the one who thrust the more manfully of the two. It had to be done. And as I did, I said a quiet prayer of apology to my hubby to be, whoever he might be, for what someone else was about to receive on his behalf. Ahead of him, if you will. But the way I looked at it (at the time) was, practice makes perfect. He would thank me in the end. Or something. After my spirited thrusts, like a piston in the engine room of a very large ocean liner, my uncle got the message. Either take your niece with authority and power, or get of the fucking pot. He stayed on the pot. From there it was all downhill. In fact, it was on the carpet: me, my back, my Uncle's back – I didn't know you could do it like that. It felt pretty powerful. Sweating like a pig, squealing like a rabbit, spread like a frog, bucking like a bronco, hands on the hairs on his chest, knees clutched tight either side of him with that … huge … thing … waaaay … upppppp … Inside … ME! My Uncle did well all things considered, and allowing for the fact that he shouldn't have done it in the first place. He couldn't have been more gentle, except when I wanted him to be rough, when he was. Well, roughish. When I wanted him to squeeze me, and bite me, then he squeezed me. Though he never did bite. He made me come three times which, when we'd finished, he said was pretty good. I didn't argue. I hadn't the energy. But to describe what I had been through as 'good' was like describing the speed of like as 'quick'. Especially the third time. That was more like riding a rainbow through a violent thunderstorm with my pussy force fed honey. Really hot honey. He helped me clean up too, at the end. With a warm damp towel from the bathroom. His bathroom. The guest bathroom upstairs. He'd dampened it in warm water, dabbed me and cleaned me between the legs. Then he dampened it again, this time cold, and mopped my brow, my breasts, my neck and face. Then a third time, to get the sweat off my legs and back. Then a fourth, to clean my breasts again because he'd started to kiss them when meant to be drying them and got them all slobbery again. It too me an age to get my breath back properly. And recover my sense of perspective. Which is when I started questioning his conduct. He shouldn't have done that, I don't really think. And I challenged him too, standing up. 'I don't think you should have done that, Uncle Gary,' I said. 'Maybe you're right,' he agreed. We tip-toed up to bed, him to the spare room, me to my own. As he entered the guest room I heard a sleepy Auntie Elsie ask him where he'd been. 'Had to do something important,' he said. 'His niece,' I thought, closing my door. Watching Two Girls Play It's Friday, July third, 2003. You could say I'm having a fantastic day, and I had to share it with someone. This is going to be brief, but from where I'm sitting, it's good. My name is James, I'm thirty-something and live in Canada. I am currently back in my home country with my lovely girlfriend, Emma, having an extended summer break in our English home. This afternoon, I saw the most spectacularly erotic sight... Emma is the perfect girl for me: 28 years old, gorgeous, big brown eyes, slim figure with 36D breasts and a dirty mind. She is very interested in making love to other women, likes to see me do the same and we both love it when we get to share one. Our FFM threesomes have been wonderful, but we both wish we had enjoyed more beautiful women together. Today I learned how generous Emma is in letting me enjoy sexual freedom and how one good time can lead to another. Our first threesome involved a great friend Mel (21) and we see her a few times each year, most visits including some naughtiness. People tend to keep this kind of activity a secret, and that is what Emma and I had done. Not Mel. Mel's cousin Fran had called Emma last week and asked if she could come and spend a few days with us. She had just finished her last year of University and was enjoying a few weeks' relaxation. We both had met Fran half a dozen times and hit it off pretty well. Because we have a fairly opulent lifestyle, people enjoy visiting us and that was what we assumed Fran's motive was. Emma was pleased to have Fran stay as company as I have been doing some work in the daytime . I was delighted to have Fran stay because it's always a pleasure to have a pretty girl around. Fran arrived Wednesday, looking great. I guess she must be around 22. She has a really 'bright' face and her medium-brown hair was looking lighter than normal, almost blond. She has a great complexion (which looked even better with her tan) and she tends to wear pink lip-gloss. This seems a little immature, but it certainly makes me imagine her mouth around my cock. Fran has quite small tits and is very slim. I love her tits, but I know she wished they were bigger. I had expected I might be seeing a little more of Fran's body if she was going to be hanging around the house or sunbathing in the garden, but I hadn't thought much beyond that until Emma brought it up. As we were fucking Wednesday night, she started to whisper in my ear, "Whose pussy would you rather be fucking? Mine or Fran's? How would you like to bite her little nipples and lick her tiny tits? I bet she would love to sit on your fat cock…" Emma started coming, and I realized she had a thing for Fran. I did too, so that was cool, but I still expected it would stay in the realms of fantasy. Today was a lovely day and we spent most of it lounging in the garden. Emma looked great in the pale blue bikini she had the perfect figure for. Fran wore a tiny pair of black panties and a strappy, silky black t-shirt. The garden is very private and Emma soon suggested Fran take the top off or she would get no sun. Thanks Emma! Fran looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Would you mind?" I smiled and said it sounded like a good idea. As Fran pulled her top over her head, I tried not to stare, but failed. Her tits were so sexy; small but so firm with small, puffy, pink nipples. As I raised my eyes, Fran was looking at me and smiling. "Gorgeous," I said, trying not to sound like a pervert. Emma was having a good look too, and we gently drifted back to enjoying the sun. After a while Fran's nipples relaxed but I was excited to think just taking her top off aroused her that much. I was mixing the drinks and making sure the girls had good measures (Pimms and lemonade). It was with regret I had to drag myself into the house for a spot of work. About four pm, Emma rushed in. "Go upstairs and watch! Go on!" she whispered in an excited, hurried voice. "Watch what?" I asked. "Just do it - Fran's getting fruity. She said Mel's told her about us and now she has to think about us when she has sex with her boyfriend before she can come. We were just talking about what it is like to play with another woman… go on." My cock was bursting the instant I rushed to the back bedroom with its view of the garden. The windows were open, so I could hear most of the conversation and all of the giggling. Fran was telling Emma how Mel had said that I really got turned on by Mel's shaven pussy and that she thought this was really sexy, so she had been keeping hers smooth with Brazilian waxes every week. Emma (knowing I was watching) asked whether this made her skin red. Right on cue, Fran pulled her panties over a little way to show her and Emma pulled them further, giving me an eyeful of Fran's shaven pussy for a few seconds. I couldn't see from upstairs, but Emma told me later that she could actually see the wetness oozing out of Fran's pussy. She said she knew Fran wouldn't have objected if she had dipped her finger in it, but she wanted to take her time. Emma also said she was so wet she was worried it would show through her bikini bottoms. Fran was being fairly obvious about her interest but not quite asking. Emma was enjoying this but gave nothing away. She asked Fran if she'd ever made love to another girl and Fran said she hadn't, although Mel had shown her how to use a vibrator and they had masturbated together. With that picture in my mind, I had to release my cock from my shorts and start to stroke it. * * * * * Emma suggested they try a little something and see how Fran felt. It sounded innocent enough, but Fran's nipples had gone puffy again. Emma said, "Why don't I suck your nipples and see whether you like it? Would you like that?" Fran nodded, looking too nervous to speak and lay back on her lounger. Emma swung around and leaned over Fran, planting tiny kisses around her breasts. As Emma's tongue licked and flicked over Fran's nipples, Fran started to make little gasps and reached out between Emma's legs. Fran's other hand went between her own legs and she started to rub her pussy through her panties. I didn't know it at the time, but Fran had slipped a finger into Emma's wet pussy. Emma pulled Fran's hand away from her pussy saying, "More later. Pull down your panties--I want to see you touch your pussy." Fran pulled her panties off and went straight to work on her pussy. From my window, I could see Emma was now sucking hard on Fran's left nipple; her right nipple puffed up. Emma was straining her eyes to look around to see whether I was watching. Fran had her eyes closed, her lovely mouth open and was fingering herself with one hand while she rubbed her clit in little circle motions with the other. Fran's pussy looked delicious; seeing her pushing her fingers inside looked so rude. Within seconds, Fran was coming, making loud nasal, sexy, cute noises. Emma kissed her on her open mouth, this allowed her to turn her face enough to see me, so I stood up a little more at the window and gave my cock a few quick pulls so that Emma could see me shoot my spunk. Thank you darling that was great! The girls have been acting as if nothing happened since but Emma has told me all about their discussion and fun (while I licked her to two orgasms) and, can you believe it, we have dinner guests tonight. Can't wait for tomorrow. If it's good I'll keep you posted. Watching Victoria I had been away for a few days and my flat mate, Victoria, wasn't expecting me back yet. I let myself in to the flat, and went to my room to unpack, feeling tired I lay myself down on my bed and fell asleep. I was woken to the sound of a running bath. I rub my tired eyes and raised myself off my bed, and left my room to say hello to Victoria. By now the noise of the running water had stopped. I walked down the hall, towards the bathroom to shout through the door, to tell Victoria I was home. I reached the door and was about to shout when I noticed that she hadn't closed the door, I couldn't help myself, I peered through the crack in the door into the bathroom. Victoria was lying in the bath, with her back to me. I stood transfixed, as I watched her rubbing soap into her pert breasts. I should have left, but I couldn't help but watch. I watched as she continued to rub the soap into her breasts, and then she moved her hands down applying the soap to her stomach and then her hands continued down to rub between her legs. As I watched I noticed that she had started to rub a bit harder at her pussy than I would expect when washing, I could just make out her wispy pubic hair, trimmed into a neat strip. As I continued to watch I could feel myself becoming aroused. Victoria was still rubbing at her mound; she was definitely masturbating; her fingers of her right hand rubbing up and down her slit, while her left hand moved back up to her breasts. Without thinking my hand had drifted between my legs, I gently rubbed myself through the material of my short skirt. I could feel myself getting wet. Victoria was now rubbing her pussy with a bit more urgency now; I could see her fingers parting her lips, running up and down her slit, every couple of strokes, pausing to tease her clit. I slowly lifted my skirt up, and slid the fingers of right hand into the waistband of my panties; my other hand had started to undo the buttons of my blouse. Victoria had now got both hands between her legs, and was rubbing her self harder, her fingers a blur as she frantically rubbed her clit, I watched as she inserted a finger into her hole, and then followed it with another. She stared to pump her fingers in and out of her hot pussy. My fingers were scratching up and down my wet slit, I was afraid to finger myself too hard as I didn't want to make a noise for fear of being caught. Victoria, now moved herself forward, I could see her manoeuvre herself, she had one leg draped over the side of the bath, I struggled to see what she was doing, shifting slightly I could just make out that she was holding her lips open with one hand, and then she turned on the taps, adjusted them and then she positioned herself under the jet of water. She now used her free hand to frig her hard clit. I could feel my juice running along my slit, I was still being careful not to make a noise. I stayed clear of my clit as I knew that I would soon cum noisily if I did. Victoria was clearly close to cumming, her head was thrust back, her hips rising and falling, I could hear her moaning and then she started to cum noisily, oblivious to the fact that she wasn't alone. I wanted to rush in and push my head between her spread thighs, to taste her sweet cum, to lick and suck on her delicate lips, nibble on her clit. As I watched her climax finally die down I left and quietly entered my bedroom, and silently closed the door. I lay face down on my bed, my face buried into my pillow to stifle the noise that I knew I would make. I had both hands under me, my fingers in my panties, stroking along my dripping slit. I started to pinch and pull at my sensitive clit, my juice flowing from me, the fingers of my other hand scratching along my wet lips; I push three fingers into my hot, tight juicy hole. My orgasm swept over me at that moment, I cried out into my pillow, I bucked my hips, grinding my clit onto my fingers, forcing my fingers deep into my soaking hole, my juice pouring from my pussy, coating my fingers with my cum. Eventually my climax subsides, I withdraw my cum soaked fingers from my dripping hole and bring them up to my mouth, licking my fingers clean, I savour the sweet taste of my juice. I hear Victoria leave the bathroom, had she seen me, heard me? Is she going to come and confront me? I listened intently, but no she wasn't coming my way, in fact as she left the bathroom I could hear her singing, her sweet voice audible through my door. She couldn't know I was there, I was so relieved, I would wait a while and then I would go downstairs and pretend to come in noisily. As I waited I could hear that Victoria was now in her bedroom, I heard her TV come on, I couldn't make out what she was watching; only that she had it on. As quietly as I could I rearranged my clothes, my panties were soaked so I discarded them. I opened my bedroom door and silently crept along the corridor, Victoria hadn't closed her door, why would she, she thought she was alone. I managed to sneak a look into her room as I passed. She was lying on her bed, her back to the door; she was wrapped in a towel, her hair and skin still wet from her bath. I glanced to see what she was watching on TV, some credits were rolling across the screen, and then the action started. On the screen I could see a woman enter a bedroom, she was dressed in a sexy black dress, wore high heels, extenuating the length of her tanned legs. As she walked into the room she slowly pulled the straps of the dress over her shoulders, and peeled the dress down over her breasts, exposing her very skimpy and lacy bra. I couldn't believe it, was Victoria watching a porn film? I stood rooted to the spot anxious to find out. I had watched a couple of porn films before, but I it was always one that a boyfriend had, I couldn't believe that Victoria would have one. On the screen the woman tugged her dress over her hips and wiggled herself free, kicking it into the corner of the room. She was wearing a very sexy skimpy pair of lace panties, and a pair of stockings and suspenders. I looked at Victoria laid on her bed, her towel was still wrapped around her, but one hand had snaked under it and I could just make out movement around her breasts. The woman on the screen sat on her bed and reaching behind her, released the clasp on her bra and slowly peeled the bra from her pert breasts, throwing it onto the floor with her dress. Her hands moved up to her breasts and delicately rubbed her nipples. My gaze moved back to Victoria, her towel was gaping slightly, her hand moved with a bit more urgency under the towel. I managed to restrain myself, for the time being, from touching myself, my legs were firmly clamped together and I tried to slowly stimulate myself by rubbing my thighs together. On the screen, the woman ran a hand down between her legs and gently rubbed her mound through the material of her panties. Her hands then moved down and massaged her thighs, just above her stocking tops. I heard Victoria moan quietly, I watched her hand move under her towel, moving towards her pussy, as I rubbed my thighs together I could feel how wet I was, my lips sliding together. On the screen the woman now moved a hand into the waistband of her panties, I could just make out her hand through the lacy material, and she rubbed all her fingers along her mound. Victoria rolled on the bed, her towel falling away from her, allowing me to gaze yet again on her beautiful form, she reached towards her bedside cabinet and opened a drawer, reaching in, I watched as she rummaged about for a few seconds, she withdrew her hand and she was clutching a big black dildo, she put it on the bed beside her and her hand reached back into the draw. This time she withdrew a smaller, pink vibrator. The woman on the screen continued to rub herself, her other hand now pulled the material of her panties to one side allowing a view of her completely shaven pussy. Victoria picked up the black dildo, and brought it to her mouth, her tongue licked along its length, I wondered if she could taste herself from a previous session with it, and then she took it in her mouth pushing it in as if she was sucking a man off. After she had lubricated it with her saliva, I watched her bring it down to her pussy, I stared intently as she rested the head against her slit, and slowly, oh so slowly, she started to push, I watched her wet, swollen lips part easily, the head disappearing into her tight hole. Her body arched as she continued to push it in, until she had taken it all. I couldn't help myself now, I started to scratch at my pussy over my skirt, not wanting to go to fast to soon. I glanced at the TV and watched the woman on the screen she had pulled her panties tight, the gusset, bunched together, her pussy lips spread, the material forced into her gaping slit. Victoria was slowly fucking herself with the dildo, as she withdrew it after each stroke, I could see her sticky juice coating the plastic toy. She then brought it up to her mouth and again sucked it deep into her mouth before inserting it back in her pussy. She now found her vibrator and turned it on, I could hear the buzzing as it sprang into life; she started to run it around over her stiff nipples, first one then the other. All the while she continued to fuck her tight hole with her dildo. I reached under my skirt; I covered my sex with one hand, pressing the heel of my hand into my mound, one finger resting between my wet lips. My other hand gently massaged my breasts through the material of my blouse. I started to undo the buttons on my blouse, allowing me to touch my hard nipples. I continued to watch Victoria, her pace had quickened, the black dildo moving in and out of her pussy, I could hear the slurping of her juice every time she pulled it out of her hole, befor forcing it back into her delicate hole. She brought her buzzing vibrator down and pressed it along her slit, the vibrations obviously stimulating her clit, her back arched as she now brought the tip of the vibrator to her hard clit. She let out a low moan as she ran the tip around and around her hard clit. The woman on the screen had discarded her panties and was furiously fucking herself with the fingers of one hand, with her other hand she frantically rubbed her stiff clit. I, now had curled the finger resting between my lips and inserted it into my wet hole, I then followed it by pushing another finger in with it. I started to slowly fuck myself as I watched Victoria continue to fuck herself. I sensed Victoria was close to cumming, she was gasping with every thrust of her dildo, the vibrator pushed hard against her swollen clit, her hips bucking, and then she screamed with pleasure as her orgasm swept through her. I wanted to cum, I moved my other hand under my skirt and started to rub my hard clit, I could feel my climax fast approaching, my pussy started to spasm on my fingers, I pushed the two fingers deep inside me and curled the tips of my fingers up, trying to stimulate my sensitive spot, deep in my pussy. Victoria cried out, her hips raised off the bed as she came, the dildo remained buried deep inside her pussy, her vibrator pushed hard against her clit. I came with her, my legs almost giving way beneath me, I leant against the door frame, my fingers buried deep inside me, I continued to rub furiously at my hard clit, my juice pouring from my cunt. Eventually, my orgasm subsided; I removed my hands from beneath my skirt, bringing them up to my mouth, allowing me to yet again taste myself. I watched as Victoria turned off the vibrator and set it aside, she then slowly removed her dildo from her pussy, the shaft glistening with her cum, as the tip emerged from her sweet hole, I watched as her cum ran from her hole and oozed down between her legs. I quickly gathered myself together and left, returning to my bedroom before I was caught. I was already conjuring up a plan that would allow me to put a show on for Victoria.