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Uncle

By: Ashson



I had a fire at my place recently. One of those things. I had a pot of hot fat and I was going to make some chips. Would you believe the blasted handle came off the pot? I suppose it's more accurate to say the pot fell away from the handle, because I was still holding the handle. The burner was on and the fat cascading over it didn't put it out. The reverse, with the fat catching fire and running in all directions.

I'm no idiot. As soon as I saw that pot falling I was jumping clear and I had my phone out almost as fast as the fat caught fire. I've got to hand it to the Fire Brigade. They were around within minutes and contained the blaze nicely. Trouble was the fire got into the ceiling before it was contained and there was enough damage to render it inadvisable to live at home until repairs had been made. It's hard to survive with both the gas and electricity cut off. 

I put the whole thing in the hands of my insurance broker, who promised that he'd take care of everything. Then I moved into my brother's spare room. I'd be there for a couple of weeks. I wouldn't really mind living amongst the mess while things got sorted out, but I'd be in the way and I can't stand the smell of fresh paint. Still, I'd be home as soon as I legitimately could.

I soon found that my nephew's girlfriend ran tame at my brother's place. Grace was a honey. Eighteen, blonde and stacked, I could only say that my nephew had incredibly good taste. 

Mind you, I was taken a bit by surprise when she stayed over one night and slept in the other spare room. Why the hell hadn't my nephew dragged her off to his bedroom? That's where she should have slept. 

I was having breakfast the next morning when Grace and Simon walked in. They were all cuddly and lovey-dovey and I just couldn't help putting in my two-bob's worth.

"You know, Simon," I said, "if you want to have Grace sleep with you you're not going to shock me. Been there, done that, if you know what I mean. And I'm quite sure parents won't say anything. They'll just be happy you're getting a bit."

Geez, you'd think I'd been swearing in church. Crude? Me? What were they on about?

Anyway, Simon explained to me in no uncertain terms that he and Grace weren't sleeping together. Grace didn't say anything, she was too busy blushing and looking anywhere but at me.

"Ah, why not?" I asked. "Geez, boy, look at her. She's ripe for it. Why aren't you taking advantage of it? The way she drapes herself over you she ain't going to say no."

"Grace is a fine, intelligent, young woman," said Simon coldly. "I respect her far too much to just try to have casual sex with her. There'll be plenty of time for that if we decide to get married."

"Doesn't have to be casual sex," I pointed out. "It might help you decide if you want to get married."

I'd actually seen a bit of a look on Grace's face that led me to believe that the abstention was Simon's decision more than hers. She may or may not have wanted to have sex with him at that point, but a girl likes to be asked. It doesn't matter if they're going to say yes or no. They like to be asked.

"If you don't mind, Uncle," said Simon repressively, "our relationship is founded on more than just hormones. The subject is closed."

"Maybe," I said, "but the hormones are there."

I didn't say anything else about the matter. Or not to Simon, anyway.

That afternoon I was in the front room watching some TV. Grace came in and seemed to think that the room needed a little bit of tidying up. She went about it quite quickly, but the work sure seemed to require a lot of bending over. And every time she bent over I'd get a view of very nice cleavage or long legs, shown clear up to the wahoo, with her short skirt barely covering her wahoo when she bent forward. Then she flitted out of the room again.

She slept over again that night. Alone, to my disgust. The next morning I was up early, having some breakfast, when she strolled into the kitchen in her pyjamas. Very nice pyjamas, I'm sure, and they covered her adequately. Or they would have if a button or two hadn't popped open on her top. With her top gaping I had a view of some very nice cleavage, and a full side view of a breast when she had cause to lean over the table for something. She really did have a nice figure.

She suddenly gave a little gasp and hastily did up the buttons, giving me an evil glare.

"You might have warned me that my buttons had popped open," she snapped at me.

I grinned back at her.

"Grace, my pet," I said, "we both know those buttons didn't pop open by accident. You were deliberately flaunting your charms, trying to get me worked up. You'd better be careful about doing that. You might succeed."

This time I got a truly evil glare.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she snapped. "If you think I'm attracted to you, you're mad. Talk about having tickets on yourself."

"I didn't say you were attracted to me. I just said you're flaunting your not inconsiderable charms. Probably to teach me a bit of a lesson for suggesting that you're willing to sleep with Simon."

"Simon respects me," she snaps. "We don't have to sleep with each other just because you expect us to. You're rather crude, you know."

She turned and flounced out of the room, turning to ensure she had the last word.

"And I was not flaunting myself."

Ever noticed how some people just don't listen. I knew the girl ran tame in the house but suddenly she seemed to be there all the time. Twice in the next twenty-four hours she happened to be in a position where I copped a bit of a peep-show. It was amusing, but she really needed to tone it down. After coming into the front room to tidy again, with the resultant bending and flashing, I gave her a warning.

"Grace, have you noticed that I'm not Simon?" I asked politely.

"What do you mean?" she asked, suspicious.

"I mean that I'm not going respect your fine mind or your feminine emotions. If you keep trying to take a rise out of me I'll respect your physical attributes. I'll show you the rise I get and demonstrate how a woman handles it. Assuming you don't know."

"If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, you wouldn't dare. You're an evil old man. And what did that last crack mean?"

"Well, do you know what to do with a man once you've got a rise out of him?"

"You're disgusting," she said, turning to storm out of the room.

"Maybe, but you've had the warning," I called after her.

Will - not - listen.

Next morning at breakfast, there she was, button undone and letting me catch a glimpse of breast when she bent forward. Well, she couldn't say she hadn't been warned.

"Grace, come here," I said.

She looked at me, innocently bemused.

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to undo the rest of those buttons and have a decent look at what you're flashing me," I said calmly. "And you're going to undo my fly and have a look at the effect you have on me."

She flushed and started to refuse, but I held up a hand.

"Cut the bullshit," I snapped. "You've been wondering for several days if I'd dare. The answer is yes, I will. Now come here."

She bit her lip and looked a trifle hunted, but she moved over to stand in front of me. I calmly undid the rest of the buttons on her pyjama top, spreading the sides wide to enjoy the view. I reached up and touched first one nipple and then the other.

"Very nice," I told her. "Now you'd better do them up again."

Blushing, she hastily did her buttons up, going to step back and withdraw at the same moment. I snagged a hold of her pyjamas, holding her in place.

"No. Don't go just yet. You've still got another garment to undo, remember?"

Now she was really blushing. 

"You don't seriously think I'm going to undo your fly?"

"Yes, I do. Now hop to it."

Now there was some serious lip chewing as she looked down at my trousers. Then very slowly she reached down, took a tentative hold on my zip and drew it down. Then she hastily moved back.

"You're not taking out your trophy to examine?" I asked, and she frantically shook her head.

"OK. I'll do that for you," I said, suiting actions to words.

She swallowed hard, eyes on my erection. 

"Oh, god, put it away," she gasped. "What if someone comes in? I'd die."

"Don't worry. They'd blame me, not you. I just thought that you should have a preliminary look."

She looked relieved as I zipped up, then she caught up with what I'd said.

"What do you mean, a preliminary look?"

"Ah, I did warn you that I was going to show you what to do with it, didn't I? Seeing you kept on pushing I'm going to have to demonstrate. I'll be gone by Saturday, as the work on my house is almost complete. That means that between now and then I will have to get you alone and give you your lesson. Won't that be fun?"

From the look on her face it wasn't going to be her idea of fun.

"Just what do you intend doing?" she asked, looking highly nervous.

I reached over and drew her closer to me. The look on her face when my hand closed upon her mound was a sight to behold.

"What do you think I mean?" I asked.

She hastily took a step out of reach.

"Uh-uh," she said. "No way. Not going to happen. I'm sorry for trying to tease you, but there is no way I'm letting you have sex with me."

"You keep telling yourself that and, when you tell yourself that, also remind yourself that you were warned, and that you'll soon be standing naked in front of me, watching my cock approach. It'll have to be in the next couple of days as, like I said, I'm going home on Saturday."

Why didn't it surprise me when I didn't see sight nor sign of Grace for the next couple of days? I was actually surprised to find her there for dinner on Friday night. It turned out that it was something that had been pre-arranged and she couldn't get out of it. She and Simon were going out immediately after dinner, much to her relief, I'm sure.

Typical of Simon, they returned before midnight. Didn't that boy have any red-blood in him? No spirit of adventure and daring? Ah, well. As long as he was happy who was I to try to change him? Grace was another matter. She wasn't happy with the way things were. Her I didn't mind changing.

After they got home Simon and Grace canoodled for a bit, before they retired to their separate bedrooms, sedate and chaste. I gave Simon enough time to get in bed and then strolled down to Grace's room. I figured that she'd take a lot longer than Simon to get ready for bed. I tapped on her door and stepped in before she could say yay or nay. 

"Charming," I said, enjoying the view of her in bra and undies, with a look of chock on her face. "Did you know that if a girl is wearing mismatched undies, she's not expecting to get laid?"

Grace looked down at her mismatched undies, then gave me a furious look.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped. "You won't dare touch me in here. If I scream, Simon or his parents will come running."

"Too right they would," I agreed, "so you needn't worry about me trying to jump you tonight. Even if you didn't scream, the bouncing bed would probably bring them running. You're safe."

"So why are you here?"

"Well, seeing I'm missing out on my chance to jump you, I thought as consolation prize I'd just come along and see you nude, anyway. So hurry up and take those things off. I want to go to bed. Busy day tomorrow, moving back home."

"I'm not taking my things off until you've left the room," she snapped. "Now go away." 

"No. Come on, hurry up and take them off. You know you want to. You're dying to know what it's like to be standing naked in front of a man who wants you, even if he can't have you right now."

"Can't have me ever, you mean."

"Right now," I repeated. "Who knows what tomorrow may bring. Come on."

I made a little circling motion with my hand, urging her to get with the program. She glared at me, face flushed, but she was going to do it, I could tell. She really was curious to know how it would feel to be naked in front of a man. She didn't take her eyes off me as she stepped out of her panties and then reached around and unclipped her bra.

"Are you satisfied now?" she demanded, her voice trembling just a little.

"Not by a long shot," I sighed, "but I suppose it will have to do for now. Do you want to see me before I go?"

"Certainly not," she said, sounding genuinely horrified.

"I thought you would," I said, as though she'd agreed. I calmly unzipped and let my erection out.

"You put that away and get out of here," she hissed at me. "You said you wouldn't do anything tonight."

"I don't actually recall saying that, but I think I know what you mean. Just one little thing and I'm history."

"What?" she demanded, trying not to look at my gently bouncing erection.

"One of us is going to touch the other one," I said softly. "Do you want me to caress you or do you want to hold me?" I nodded down at the end.

"You're not touching me," she said immediately.

"Then I guess you'd better take hold of me and lead me over to the door."

I could see her working it out. The longer she stood and argued the longer I'd be there, cock out and waving at her. And admiring her charms. That meant a chance that Simon might come knocking on her door to say goodnight or to have a last moment cuddle.  

Giving me a look, she reached out and tentatively took hold of my erection between thumb and forefinger. I saw her swallow, then she took a proper hold of me, holding my cock quite firmly. Instead of using it to tow me towards the door she just stood there, looking at her hand closed around me. Her breathing, I noticed, had quickened.

"The door," I reminded her gently, and she looked at me, a trifle startled. Recollecting what she was supposed to do, she tugged on my cock, turning me towards the door. She didn't let go until I started to open the door. She jumped back with a small squeak.

"Put it away before you leave," she hissed.

I winked, zipped up, and slipped out, closing the door behind me. I'd just stepped back into my room when I heard another door open. Glancing out the partly open door I saw Simon step out of his room and head towards Grace's.

"Dear, me," I thought regretfully. "He's got his nerve up and he's going to claim my prize."

He tapped lightly on Grace's door and then just opened and entered. I guess she hadn't had a chance to get her pyjamas on. I heard a shocked squeak from her room and then Simon shot out, hastily closing the door. Red-faced he practically dived back into his own bedroom.

Not as much nerve as I thought, it seemed. I hope he enjoyed the view. Poor Grace. Naked before two men but still no satisfaction.

The next day I returned home, pleased to be there. My only regret was my failure in the Grace ravishment department. Still you couldn't win them all. I went around the house, tidying up all those little things that were still outstanding.

Finally satisfied that everything was in order I was ready to sit down and watch TV for a while, enjoying a nice cold beer. A few moments later I was thinking some rude things about certain workmen. Inside the fridge, instead of beer, was a little envelope. The envelope had a little note.

"Dear owner," it said. "We knew you wouldn't want your beer to get hot, what with no power and all, so we drank it. Thank you."

Rotten sods. They didn't even leave me a single can. I was about to head off down to the bottle-shop when the doorbell sounded. To my surprise Simon and Grace were there. Simon came bustling in as soon as the door opened, Grace following more slowly.

"You left this at our place," said Simon, handing me my eReader. 

"Thanks," I said. "I'd been wondering where I'd left it. Come and have a look at the repairs."

We wandered through and I showed off my kitchen. It had been practically rebuilt from scratch. That fire had spread fast. 

"I'd offer you a beer," I told Simon, "but the rotten sods who did the work got into my supply and drank the lot."

I showed him the note they'd left, and Simon laughed.

"Tell you what," he said. "I have to swing by the bottle-shop to get some things for dad. I'll run down now and grab your beer at the same time. Won't be long."

He gave Grace a kiss on the cheek and took off before she had a chance to say she was coming. She was left standing there, open mouthed.

"Ten minutes minimum to get there and the same to get back," I murmured to Grace. "Plus at least ten minutes in the shop. We'll say half an hour before he's back. Take off your panties."

She looked at me, shaking her head. I looked back, nodding mine. She looked everywhere but at me, but her hands were slowly lifting her dress. When her dress was high enough to expose her panties she just froze.

"Allow me," I said, kneeling before her.

I tugged her panties down, encouraging her to step out of them. I remained kneeling, my hand travelling back up the inside of her leg. She gasped when I closed my hand over her mound. This was the second time I'd done this, but this time her pussy was bare. She had a delicious look of shock on her face.

I gently rubbed, getting a feel for the way she was reacting. The term 'hot to trot' sprang to mind. She was already breathing hard, twisting back and forth slightly as she pushed herself against my hand, plainly wanting a closer contact. I continue rubbing, but now I was also dragging her lips apart and letting them slap back together. When I slipped a couple of finger inside her she groaned, but more in relief than anything else.

Her reaction to my gently playing was one thing. When I withdrew my hand and slipped my tongue inside her, her reaction was something else again. She screamed, and her hands tangled in my hair, clutching painfully tight, but apparently not knowing if she should be holding me in place or pulling me away. While she dithered, I tongued, to the sound of a series of frantic little cries.

Standing up I undid my zip and moved a major piece into play. Holding her dress up out of the way I pulled her up against me so she could feel my erection pressing against her flesh. Hands stroking her nice bare bottom I rubbed myself against her, hinting at what was coming her way.

Now while this hasn't taken long to explain, time was passing. Not so much time that I had to hurry, but definitely enough for me to want to be moving on to the next phase. I lifted my hands and squeezed Grace's breasts. I was just about to suggest that she undo her top, or possibly undo it myself, when there was the sound of a car outside and a car door slammed.

Glancing out the window I was astounded to see Simon on his way. The little rodent must have sped and run every red light around the place. I hoped he had tickets enough to put him off the road for years. I zipped up fast, laughing ruefully at Grace as she scrambled to put her panties back on. 

As I went to open the door for Simon I was thinking that Grace seemed to have a bit of divine protection. Or at least, her virtue did. And to top it off, Simon had no beer.

Simon was full of apologies. He'd just received a call from his work, requiring him to come in immediately or sooner. They had some sort of disaster going and it was all hands on deck. He had promptly returned to pick up Grace so he could run her home before heading in to work.

If Grace was feeling as frustrated as I did she hid it well. She gave me a nasty little smirk, and looked around for her purse. 

"Ah, Simon, your work is that-away, isn't it?" I said jerking my thumb in the general direction of where he worked. He nodded.

"And I think you might have mentioned that Grace lives up near the mall, which is in the opposite direction. As I have to go to the mall anyway, if I want my beer, why don't I run Grace home for you while you head straight in to work. Sounds as though they need you PDQ."


Uncle Alan Comes Calling



(But first -- a health warning! If you're one of the appreciative, but limited number of, readers who have been following my 'Ambridge' series in the 'Celebrities' section -- read no further. You'll find the plot somewhat familiar. I just thought, with the amount of effort that goes into these stories, I'd try for a wider audience ......)

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Helen's heart sank as the livery shop door swung open and her Uncle Alan strolled in, smiling confidently. He hadn't been around for several weeks, now, and she had dared to hope, maybe, that ......

But his opening words dashed her optimism.

"Hello, my darling niece," he leered. "And how are you today?"

Helen's flesh crept as she felt her uncle's eyes examine the substantial swell of her breasts under the thick sweater she was wearing -- but, paradoxically, she could feel a moistness forming between her thighs as she contemplated the inevitable outcome of Alan's visit.

How many years had it been since that first, awful, time when Alan Clark had coerced her into letting him have her? Five, or even six? 

She and her husband, Hugh Turner, hadn't been married for long -- about eight months. They had met shortly after Hugh had been appointed head gamekeeper on her Uncle Alan's large country estate, and the attraction had been immediate, and mutual. At 33, Hugh had been much older than Helen -- 13 years older -- and he had been married before, with two daughters, who now lived abroad, with their mother.

At first, everything had gone very well, but the job on the estate had become more and more stressful, and, increasing the pressure on Hugh, his daughters had encountered many problems in their new school in France.

The strain had been telling for some time, then, one day, when there had been a really big shooting party on the estate, there had been some sort of accident -- Helen still didn't know the details -- and someone had been seriously injured. Hugh, who was responsible for safety on the shoot, had been missing for twenty minutes, taking, it turned out, a private telephone call. By the time he had been tracked down, Alan Clark had been livid with rage and there had been a huge row between the two men, ending only when Hugh told Alan he could stuff his job!

Hugh had explained all this, very briefly, to Helen when he arrived home, but he had only come to throw a few clothes in a suitcase before he set off for France, to attend to the emergency, concerning one of his daughters, which had been the subject of the phone call.

He had only been gone an hour or two when Helen heard the knock on the door. She had recognized her Uncle Alan, and her spirits had lifted. He must have come, she thought, to see if Helen could persuade Hugh to change his mind about resigning -- and Helen was sure she'd be able to do that, once Hugh was back, and she could sit him down and talk to him. So she had hurried to the door, and flung it wide open -- but the expression on Alan s face had told a different story.

Clearly, her uncle was in no mood to forgive and forget, and, no matter how hard Helen had pled with him to disregard what Hugh had said to him, and to give him a chance to withdraw his resignation when he returned from France, Alan remained grim-faced and adamant.

"Look, Helen," he insisted. "You didn't hear what he said to me. He wouldn't tell me what the 'emergency' was and then, eventually, he -- well, frankly, Helen, he insulted me, personally, in a way which will be very hard to forgive."

"Oh, Uncle Alan -- I'm so sorry. Please give him another chance," Helen pled. "His daughters mean so much to him, and Sonja is at such a very difficult age ...... It was something to do with her, and he just had to take that call."

Helen's voice trailed off, and her eyes filled with tears as she stared at her uncle's angry, stern face. Returning her stare, Alan s face gradually relaxed, and took on a more reflective, thoughtful expression. He leaned back in his armchair, and Helen felt a glimmer of hope.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Uncle Alan?" she offered, and he smiled at her.

"Yes, thank you, Helen -- that would be nice."

Helen hurried through to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Somewhat to her surprise, she realised that Alan had followed her through. He leaned against the door frame.

"You know, Helen," he said "a lot of people wonder just what it is you see in Hugh Turner."

"I know," Helen smiled ruefully. "I see a side of his nature that he doesn't show to many people, I think."

"I wondered," Alan went on, in a measured, quiet tone of voice "if it was just that he has a big dick."

Helen, scarcely believing her ears, whirled round and looked at her uncle, incredulously. He had straightened up and was standing in the door opening, looking at her.

But, she realised, looking at her in a way she couldn't recall him ever doing before. His dark eyes were lazily taking in the contours of her body - her firm breasts in the angora sweater, and her strong thighs and bottom stretching the tight material of her blue jeans.

Helen's heart began to race, and her face flamed in embarrassment, and anger, but she couldn't think what to say.

"Well?" Alan grinned. "Is that it? Has he got a long thick one that really stretches you? I sneaked a look at it, once, when I was standing beside him in the loo at the Bull - and I was quite impressed by it."

Hating herself for losing her 'cool', Helen managed to stutter - "I - I think you'd better - better - leave, now, Uncle Alan. Get - get - out of my house!"

Alan laughed, mirthlessly. "Well - my house, actually," he said. "If Hugh leaves my employ, I'll need it for the new head keeper."

"Well, that hasn't happened yet," snapped Helen, "and, until it does, I want you to leave!"

The smile faded from her uncle's face, and his brow darkened.

"Oh, you do, do you?" he sneered. "Well, I don't think so. I think I'd like to stick around here for a while -- get to know my niece better -- a lot better!"

As realization began to dawn on her, and her temper started to rise, Helen opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a peremptory hand.

"It's not just the job, or the house, is it, Helen?" he said, quietly. "It's a question of whether or not Lord Stackswell takes any action about that 'accident' on the shoot. If he decides to sue, it would ruin your precious Hugh. There's no doubt that it was his fault, after all - and I can tell you that the only reason His Lordship hasn't been on to his lawyers is me. I've persuaded him, so far, not to take action, but all I have to do is withdraw my support - and it'll be curtains for your husband ......"

Helen stared at her uncle, a cold feeling of helplessness stealing over her. She couldn't think straight -- she had been worried enough about her husband, and now -- this! It was unthinkable -- she had never dreamed that her uncle would think of her in 'that' way, but there was no doubt what was in his mind. 

Deep down, the extremely distressed girl knew that refusal would definitely cost Hugh his job, and their house -- and the probable effect on his mental state didn't bear thinking about. She wasn't even aware that her shoulders had slumped as she realised that she couldn't resist Alan Clark's demands -- but he was watching for the signs, and his testicles tightened as her body language confirmed he would have his way ......

He eased away from the door frame and walked towards her. Her eyes widened in fear and, instinctively, she began to move backwards. Her hips bumped against the sink, and she stopped. As he approached, Helen raised her hands, in a futile gesture of resistance.

Clark stopped, in front of her. Brushing Helen's hands aside, he reached up and took hold of her breasts. Helen's heart was as cold as ice as she felt his hands close round them, and squeeze. All her instincts told her to push him away, or wriggle free, but, if she did ...... Hugh was very fragile, right now, and the consequences, if he were sued over the shoot accident, were almost incalculable.

Helen involuntarily closed her eyes as she felt her breasts being explored and fondled. With massive self-control, she made her hands grasp the edge of the sink. Opening her eyes, she dropped them to watch Clark's hands on her sweater. She saw his tongue slowly dampen his lips. He squeezed her breasts, firmly, and she gasped, a little.

"Very nice," he breathed. "Very nice tits. I knew they would be." 

Expertly, he located her nipples through the sweater, and her bra, and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. Helen felt a little quiver of excitement as her nipples reacted to the pressure of his fingers. Somewhat irrelevantly, the sudden thought came into her mind that he was probably quite good at arousing a woman's body -- he had had enough practice, if all the stories were true ......

But, suddenly, she -- no! - she couldn't just let him ...... She grabbed the backs of his hands, trying to pull them away.

"No! No!" she gasped. "You mustn't - please, Uncle Alan. Please! No!"

It was then that she realised he had moved in on her completely - and that his lower body was pressing hard against hers - and, she could feel the hard solid length of his erection against her belly ......

Clark hadn't been so far off the mark when he had suggested that it was the size of Hugh's penis which attracted her. Helen had always been a keen student of the male appendage, and had lost no opportunity, when growing up, to snatch a look at her father's -- and her brother's.

She had even watched, unobserved, several times, when her parents had spent the occasional Saturday afternoon in bed, and had listened, fascinated and highly aroused, to the fantasies they wove around their lovemaking. She had not had a very good view, but she had seen her father's erection two or three times, and had been dry-mouthed with excitement at the thought of taking something like that between her legs 

But it was her brother, John who had interested her most. When she first saw him, naked, the thickness and length of his penis had taken her breath away. She wished, now, that she had had the courage to creep into his room and let him play with her tits and pussy while she caressed the thickening length of hard flesh between his legs.

She had tried, several times, later, to actually see him fucking that stupid girlfriend of his, Hayley, but she had never managed to watch, and had had to satisfy herself - literally! - with her fingers up her own soaking pussy, while only being able to listen to Hayley squealing with pleasure as her big brother's huge prick split the silly tart in two ......

Informed opinion in the village had always suggested that her Uncle Alan was fairly well-endowed, and, Helen thought, the length of the piece of taut flesh pressing against her belly was, as far as she could tell, well up to expectations.

Clark's hands were now squeezing Helen's breasts hard, and he was dry-humping her, his hard cock pushing against her, then receding. She realised that her protests had ebbed away - and that the area between her legs was moistening, rapidly. The thing was - with all his worries, Hugh had been no bloody use in bed for about six weeks, and ......

Helen's resolve was weakening. She was a girl who had always enjoyed being penetrated, and six weeks was a long time. Helen couldn't help herself. Her hand slid between their two bodies, and her fingers traced the shape and size of Alan's thrusting cock. Her palm closed over it, and Alan groaned in a mixture of pleasure and triumph, and his mouth closed on hers. Helen opened her own mouth and admitted his questing tongue ......

Waves of desire were now sweeping through her, mingled with acute sensations of shame and self-disgust.

She tore her mouth away from Alan's and buried her head in his shoulder. "You dirty bastard," she mouthed, with feeling - "How can you do this? You're my uncle, for God's sake!"

Alan chuckled arrogantly. "Well, only technically," he laughed. "I'm only married to your father's sister -- but even if I was your real uncle, I'd be wanting to play with these magnificent specimens!"

He thrust his right hand up under Helen's sweater. She felt it close around her left bra-cup, the heat of his fingers on the naked flesh of the upper slope of her breast. He located her thick, distended nipple and rolled it, again, between his finger and thumb. He chuckled again as her body betrayed her, and she moaned involuntarily and her hand convulsed round Alan's throbbing cock.

This time, it was Alan's turn to groan. 

"Oh, Christ," he muttered, hoarsely. "I want you naked ......" and he pulled desperately at the girl's sweater, lifting it up over her head. Before he had managed to pull it clear, Helen, surrendering completely to the passion of the moment, had raised her hands behind her back and deftly unclipped her brassiere. As Alan threw her sweater aside, Helen pulled her bra down her arms and displayed her taut firm breasts to her uncle's hungry gaze.

"Jesus!" Alan breathed, and his hands took hold of them while his eyes devoured them. Helen reached down again to the bulge in his trousers and, as if by automatic reaction, Alan released her breasts and his hands began to fumble with the top of her jeans.

"Here," Helen breathed. "Let me." 

She had long since given up any moral qualms she might have had - the longing between her legs was irresistible - and her fingers flew as she popped the catch at the top of her tight jeans and pulled the zip down. She pulled the stretched denim down over her bottom and thighs and, as she kicked her jeans away from her feet, she bent over to pull her trainers off. A pair of hands grasped her dangling naked breasts and squeezed them - hard - and, at the same time, Alan moved up close behind her and she felt the strength and weight of his unfettered penis prodding against her panty-covered bottom.

She couldn't restrain her curiosity, and whirled round to look at it. Alan had dropped his trousers and undershorts to his ankles, and his cock, thick, engorged and erect, was pointing straight at Helen out of a bush of brown curly hair - hair which also covered a heavy, hanging pair of testicles. His cock was certainly bigger, and thicker, than Hugh's, which meant that she had never had one so huge inside her vagina before.

Her mouth dried with excitement at the prospect and she couldn't resist putting her hand out and feeling it.

"Do you like it?" Alan smiled, and Helen nodded, not meeting his eye.

"Do you want it?" he persisted, and she nodded again.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he insisted, and she looked up at him -- at his arrogant self-confident smile.

"Oh, fuck you, you bastard!" Helen gritted, hating herself. "I want you to fuck me with it!"

Alan grinned and his hand reached out lazily, and explored between his niece's thighs. He felt the dampness on her panties and pushed two fingers against the material, pushing it up inside her. Helen gasped, ecstatically, and threw her head back. Alan reached up and grasped the waistband of her tiny panties, and pulled the final remaining garment down her shapely legs, revealing the shiny black curls of her pubic mound.

"Oh," he grunted. "I do love a hairy cunt ......"

Then he bent down and pulled Helen's left ankle aside, forcing her legs apart. She leaned back against the sink for support, then, before she had a chance to even think about it, she felt the thick rigidity of his penis entering her, then filling her up -- further up her than anyone had gone before.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Christ, Uncle Alan!"

"You love it, don't you?" he grunted, withdrawing, then pushing into her again and again. His hands were squeezing her tits as he pistoned into her. "I knew you'd love it -- just like your mother."

Helen knew she should be outraged at the reference to her mother, but something told her this was no empty boast on Alan's part and the mental image it created was the final stimulus, pushing her over the edge into a shuddering orgasm, and Alan, immediately sensing the pressure of her contracting vagina around his ultra-sensitive glans, released his own brakes and felt his semen pump deep into the gasping girl, as she flung her arms round him and clung to him as she shook to a monumental climax ......

But, she hadn't clung to him for long. Once the passion had worn off, Helen had pushed herself away, grabbed her discarded clothes, and rushed into the bedroom to dress, crying with shame and self-disgust at having allowed herself to be taken so easily. When she was clothed again, she listened, but there was no sound from the rest of the cottage, and she slowly opened the bedroom door.

Clark, fully dressed, himself, was sitting in an armchair, relaxed, and smiling at her.

"Hello, Helen," he greeted her. "Come and sit down!"

"Please leave my house," Helen said, icily. "You got what you came for -- now go!"

Clark laughed.

"I don't think so!" he said. "It wasn't a bad first instalment -- in fact, it was really pretty good -- but that's all it was -- an instalment. Nothing's changed -- I can still ruin your precious Hugh with one word to Lord Stackswell, so, for the next little while, at any rate, you, my darling niece, are going to have to play ball."

His words hung in the air. Helen's heart was like lead. She knew he was right -- and she cursed herself that, even as she loathed the air her uncle breathed, she knew that the thought of his long, thick penis penetrating her again was causing her innermost depths to liquefy.

But she could think of nothing to say, and it was, eventually, Alan who broke the silence.

"So," he went on, quietly, "I think I would appreciate a more -- considered -- appraisal of your -- very fine -- assets, my dear."

Helen looked at him, uncomprehendingly, and he grinned.

"I'm telling you to strip -- again!" he commanded.

Helen felt dead inside, but she knew resistance was pointless. He held all the cards, and, now she had allowed him to have her once, how could she say 'no', now? Robot-like, her hands grasped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up over her head. The rest of her clothes followed and, within a minute, she was entirely naked.

"Come over here," Alan ordered, watching her, carefully, as she crossed the floor. She stopped in front of him and stood over him, as his eyes raked the front of her naked body. She tried, but failed, to ignore the frank appreciation in his facial expression as he took in the firm shapeliness of her breasts, her tidy waistline, the dark inverted V between her strong thighs. 

Helen cursed herself, and her own weakness, as she realised that she was becoming aroused, again, by having to parade her nakedness in front of his very appreciative gaze. Wordlessly, Alan twirled a finger, and Helen did a half-turn. She knew her bottom was one of her best features, and wasn't surprised that her uncle took his time, studying it.

"You're very lovely," he said, at length, and Helen took that as her cue to turn back, to face him.

He motioned to her to sit on his lap, and she complied, wordlessly.

Alan draped his left arm round Helen's shoulder and let the fingers of his right hand trail along her thigh.

"You don't look much like your mother," he commented, idly. "Naked, I mean," he added, with a very small chuckle.

Despite herself, Helen felt a further minor response. Into her mind's eye came a picture of her mother, Pat, remembered from those Saturday afternoon spying sessions. Pat had favoured, very much, sitting on her husband Tony's cock, looking down at him, on his back, while he reached up and alternately fondled and squeezed her dangling breasts, and grasped the cheeks of her slim bottom, pulling her down on to his upwards-thrusting prick.

As she now visualised, instead, her Uncle Alan underneath her mother, pushing his -- much thicker than her father's -- cock up Pat's lubricated vagina; reaching his hands up to squeeze Pat's tits, as he had squeezed Helen's, Helen sensed her cunt moistening, then, with a shock, felt Alan roll her left nipple between his finger and thumb. Her nipple, she realised, was almost painfully erect and, at the same time, she became aware that Alan's penis was hardening, underneath her.




Uncle Alan Comes Calling



Alan chuckled, and pinched her nipple, gently.

"No, she's much slimmer, isn't she?" he mused. "Nowhere near as well blessed in the tit department as you, my darling -- and her bush, well, it's almost gingery, isn't it?"

Helen tried to mount some sort of protest, but Alan was now caressing her breasts, stimulating her nipples -- which were now standing embarrassingly erect.

"You know she's -- well, versatile, don't you, Helen? Likes the girls, I mean -- as well as a good length of cock. Jenny and I got to know your mum very well when your dad first brought her to Ambridge. She did a bit of babysitting for us one night -- we were at a party, and the arrangement was that Pat would stay overnight, at ours, as we would be late home."

"But, as it turned out -- not purely by accident! -- we were back earlier than expected, and Pat was still up, watching television. Well, Jenny had sensed a few vibes, so I made myself scarce -- went upstairs, ostensibly to check on the children, to leave the field clear ......"

His voice trailed off and he turned his head to look at Helen. Her eyes were bright with interest, and, he thought, arousal. She tried to avert her eyes from his, but he laughed and turned her head back to face him. He leaned down and kissed Helen on the mouth and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, easing her legs apart, and unerringly locating her clitoris.

"You'd like to hear the rest, wouldn't you?" he breathed, and wordlessly, her heart beginning to race with excitement, Helen nodded.

"Jenny and Pat went into the kitchen to make coffee," continued Alan. "Jenny had had a few gins at the party and, she tells me, as they waited for the coffee to percolate, she told your mother she wanted to give her a 'welcome to the family' kiss -- which she did. Jenny says it was Pat who started the tongue action, but, she, of course, co-operated and they went back into the sitting-room, coffee forgotten."

"Now, in those days, Jenny's breasts were quite striking and, by the time I returned from checking the children, Pat and Jenny were on the settee and Pat had stripped Jenny to the waist and her lips were all over Jenny's tits and nipples ......"

Alan stopped talking. His fingers were alternately caressing Helen's breasts and teasing her clitoris. Her breathing was coming in excited, shallow gasps, her mind conjuring images of her small, slim mother exploring her Aunt Jennifer's naked breasts. She had one or two Sapphic encounters, herself, in her college days, and had found them extremely stimulating .......

"Do you want me to carry on, Helen?" he asked.

She nodded, but he insisted.

"Do you?"

"Yes!" she hissed.

"What do you want to hear about?" he went on, remorselessly.

"All of it," replied the girl.

"But particularly?" 

Helen took a deep, shuddering breath. 

"Tell me -- tell me -- about fucking her," she groaned. "Tell me how you fucked my mother!"

Alan sighed with amused pleasure.

"Well, when I came back downstairs," he continued "your mother was all over Jenny, playing with her tits, and pushing her hand down inside her panties. I came up behind Pat, and lifted her dress -- from the back. She didn't know I had come back, and she squealed a bit, but I held her dress up and Jenny leant forward and -- well, she slid your mum's panties off. Then they both stood up, and Jenny told me to sit down. I sat on the settee and Jenny made Pat face me, with Jenny behind her, then Jenny began to strip her."

He paused, his fingers stroking Helen's clitoris, allowing her time to use her imagination -- to picture the scene.

"Well, of course, as your mother's clothes came off, I got harder and harder and, when Jenny exposed her cute little tits, I couldn't take any more, I shucked my trousers off and -- well, what do you think happened, then, Helen?"

She cast her eyes down, remaining silent, but he was insistent.

"What happened, then?" he repeated. "Tell me!"

Helen took a deep breath. Her voice was shaky when she replied.

"She -- she -- sat on it, didn't she? My mum -- she sat on your cock, and you fucked her from underneath."

"Now, how could you possibly have known that, I wonder?" Clark commented. "Stand up for a second," he went on and Helen moved off his lap. Alan quickly dragged his trousers and undershorts off. Once again, his cock was massively erect, reaching up out of its nest of wiry pubic hair. He moved to the edge of the chair, keeping his thighs together, and reached his hands out to Helen.

"I discovered your Mum is very fond of sitting on a big, hard cock, feeling it thrust up into her, and having her tits felt. Do you like that, too, Helen?"

Helen opened her legs wordlessly and moved forward, feeling Alan's thighs brushing against the insides of hers as she advanced towards him.

He reached up and took hold of her breasts.

"Reach down and put it in," he ordered, and Helen obeyed, her heart racing as her fingers closed as far round the thick shaft as she could. She slid the tip along her moist cuntlips, torturing herself with the almost unbearable sensitivity, and then, unable to delay any longer, pushed down and once again felt her channel being stretched and filled like never before ......

.......................................................................................................................................

Since that terrible day, she had never been able to refuse him. No matter that the original threat had lost its bite, over time, and then Hugh had died in a car accident, and Helen had gone into a complete nervous decline, Alan would appear and she would find herself, eventually, impaled on his insatiable cock and, invariably, gasping her way to a shattering orgasm.

And even when she had found the moral courage to protest, and try to refuse him, it had been fruitless. Early on, Alan had secretly filmed them together and he now had a series of stills and carefully edited videos, showing Helen naked, and clearly climaxing with a stiff cock ploughing her cunt, and sometimes her mouth, and he only had to remind her of the effect of leaving one or two of those round the village green, to persuade her to strip off, again.

Recently, he had been coming round less frequently, though, and she had wondered ......

She looked across the counter at him, apprehensively. As usual, his eyes were raking her body up and down.

"That's a rather thick sweater, my dear," Alan chuckled. "Tell me -- what are you wearing under it?"

"Just -- just my underthings," Helen replied, quietly, unable to stop the blush spreading to her cheeks. It was ridiculous, considering what she had done with her uncle over the years, but he still had that ability to make her feel like a little girl, caught out in some naughtiness ...... 

"I see," he breathed, his eyes settling on Helen's bosom, again. "Just ......?" he waited for the answer to his unspoken question.

"Bra," Helen breathed, eventually. His eyebrows rose. " .... And panties," she added, her face now flaming.

"How lovely!" Alan exclaimed. "And -- the colour?"

But the shop door swung open again before she could reply, and Oliver D'Arcy walked in, as though he owned the place. He was the local Master of Foxhounds, and behaved accordingly. Helen detested him, but, being in the livery business, had to 'tug the forelock', like the rest of the village.

"Morning, Alan!" he boomed. "Morning, Helen! Well, afternoon, really, I suppose. Good lord!" he went on, looking at his watch, "it's almost one o'clock."

"And it's Wednesday," Alan took up the theme. "Early closing. You'll be shutting up shop, soon, my dear, won't you?"

"Yes," she responded, trying to sound confident -- normal. "Yes -- once I've attended to you -- and Oliver."

Alan grinned at her, then turned and went over to the front door. Flipping over the sign to read 'Closed', he dropped the lock, and turned back to face Helen and Oliver.

Helen looked at him, not understanding -- then at Oliver D'Arcy. D'Arcy's eyes were bright -- looking at her in a way she recognised only too well.

"Oh, no," Helen breathed. "No, Uncle Alan -- you can't. Please -- not this."

"Let's go into the back, my dear," Alan insisted, coming towards her, followed by Oliver. 

Tears pricking her eyelids, Helen retreated, still protesting. "No -- please, Uncle Alan," she implored, "it's not fair -- please, Oliver -- don't make me ......"

Her eyes met D'Arcy's, but there was no sympathy there. As Alan bundled her through the door into the back shop, it was only too clear to Helen that Oliver was cut from the same cloth as Alan.

The back shop would be more accurately described as a store shed. It was a lean-to wooden building on the back of the livery shop, with no windows, an earth floor and a single bare light bulb, which Alan flicked on as Oliver D'Arcy closed the door behind them. Bundles of horse feed were stacked all around the wooden walls, each with its individual aroma, the combined effect of which was quite overpowering -- but the smell was the last thing on the minds of the three people present.

Helen stood, facing the two men, her arms folded across her chest, trembling and apprehensive.

"So, Helen," said Alan, coolly. "Just -- bra and panties, I think you said. Time to let the dog see the rabbit, don't you think?"

She stared at him, hopelessly. The thought of exposing herself to Oliver D'Arcy was absolute anathema to her. His position as Master of the Hunt made it even worse -- it was like some little medieval village girl having to give herself to the local squire for a few minute's amusement before he consented to her marrying the honest man of her choice.

His supercilious drawl made her hackles rise.

"Yes, young lady -- what delights does the sweater and joddies conceal? I've seen many lovely things inside a pair of joddies! Time for a show, I think!"

And he stepped forward, hands raised. Reflexively, Helen lifted her own hands to prevent him, but then Alan gave a warning cough and caught her eye. He didn't have to say anything -- with a heart like lead, Helen let her hands drop to her sides and allowed D'Arcy to grip the bottom of her sweater.

She raised her arms to allow him to pull it over her head, but, once he had raised it to her neck, and it was covering her head and arms, she felt him stop and she knew he was looking at her breasts in the pale blue half-cup bra. Her face, hidden by her upturned sweater, nevertheless turned scarlet.

"Bloody nice tits, Clark -- you weren't wrong, there!"

Helen was prepared for him to do more than look, but she still gasped when his hands grasped her breasts, roughly. Then she felt Clark's hands at her back, unclipping her bra, and she felt utter despair, then D'Arcy flipped the loosened cups up and her naked breasts tumbled out into his groping hands ......

She heard D'Arcy give a little whistle, then he pulled her sweater and bra off, in one movement. Under the single bare bulb, Helen stood, naked to the waist as the two men leered at her.

"Right!" pronounced D'Arcy, who was clearly in charge. "Sit down, then, girl, and we'll get those boots off."

It was like a nightmare. Helen lowered herself to the bare earth floor and the men took a boot each, turning their backs on her, in the time-honoured way, as they slid her riding-boots off. Helen had had her boots removed hundreds of times, in this way, but never, she reflected, in her sick misery, by two men, while she sat with her tits out.

But, in a way, it felt as if it wasn't happening, and it still felt unreal as D'Arcy told her to remove her jodhpurs, and Helen obeyed, wordlessly. 

She stood before them, in just her matching pale blue panties, and D'Arcy claimed the privilege of removing the final piece of clothing. Helen stared up at the grubby light bulb as she felt her panties being pulled gently downwards. Then, with the trembling girl completely naked, D'Arcy stood back and examined her.

"Excellent trim, Alan -- as you said," he remarked, as his right hand slipped between Helen's thighs, cupping her pubic mound, his middle finger sliding along her slit, from which sufficient moisture had leaked through her panties to wet his finger. He raised it to his mouth, and licked it, tentatively.

"Thought so!" he crowed. "This one's ready for siring, and no mistake!"

The tears had spilled over Helen's eyelids the moment Oliver D'Arcy's hand had cupped her vagina, but he was completely oblivious to the girl's distress. His hand was now working between her legs, rubbing her clitoris, and teasing the lubricating inner lips of her pussy. He laughed again, turning towards Alan -- at the same time beginning to unzip the front of his corduroy trousers. 

"Come on, old boy -- let's spit roast the filly, eh?" he whooped. "You take the front end -- I'll take the back!"

Helen's blood ran cold. She had never had it -- done to her -- there! Oh, God, would she be able to? It was bound to be so painful

And then D'Arcy's hands were on her breasts again. They were surprisingly gentle on her tits, squeezing, lazily flicking her nipples to erection. Then his mouth dropped to take her left breast, and his tongue did an even better job of arousing her very sensitive nipple.

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes. She was aware of his hand between her legs, again, teasing and stroking her clitoris, and then he was moving behind her, exerting gentle pressure on her shoulders, bending her forward at the waist.

Helen opened her eyes again. As she bent over, the familiar impressive dimensions of Alan's erect cock rose towards her, and she realised that she had not actually looked at Oliver's penis, although she had been aware of it pressing against her thigh as he had massaged her nipple and clit.

But, now, she could feel it nuzzling between the tops of her parted thighs, seeking her opening. For a second or two, her heart grew cold again, then she felt its tip pushing against her spread cuntlips and, such was her relief that her rape was not to be anal, that she pushed her hips back and -- as always happened -- experienced such a wonderful sensation at the moment of her penetration by a hard male appendage that she grunted with pleasure, and contracted the walls of her vagina, to increase the pleasure for both him and her.

As she heard Oliver's appreciative groan, she raised her head and, slipping her right hand round it, guided Alan's waiting cock into her mouth, closing her lips round it and laving the sensitive tip with her tongue ......

Oliver's pace increased and his hands reached underneath Helen and grasped her breasts, firmly, but gently. She felt the familiar arousing sensations -- her nipples hardening under the caressing of his thumbs, her G-spot just being brushed by D'Arcy's thrusting cock, and her tongue laving the rigid contours of her uncle's very impressive weapon. No doubt, as always, the regrets and self-recrimination would come later, but, just at this moment, Helen abandoned herself to the pure sensual joy of her first "spit-roast".



Uncle Albert



"Mother how could you do this to me? You volunteered my help and my home to Uncle Albert and I don't even remember him."

Susan was livid but this was just like her mother, never even bothering to ask her if she had the time to show her uncle around town. She didn't care if it was just for one night her mother had no right just to offer her services without asking. This man might be her mother's brother but she didn't appreciate a strange man, even if he was a relative, staying at her place. Well it was too late now but her mother was going to pay for this one, big time. 

Uncle Albert called her from the airport, he told her he was wearing a red bow tie and he would be out front waiting. A red bow tie, what a maroon, who wears bow ties now, at least he should be easy to spot.

"Thanks for picking me up Suzy, if I know my sister, she just sprung me on you without even saying a word. Listen if I'm in the way I can stay in a hotel, just let me know."

She was mad at her mother not her uncle so what could she say, besides she really didn't have anything to do this weekend. After settling in to her spare bedroom, he asked her if she would show him the nightlife, his treat. Rather than embarrassing him by asking him not to wear his bow tie, she just decided to take him places where she wouldn't bump into anyone she knew. Dressed casual ready to go out he actually looked very handsome and he definitely didn't look like someone's uncle. Susan had a great evening as they club hopped around town. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard or so long and Uncle Albert danced divinely. They both drank way too much and she was glad he had insisted on taking a cab to go out.

The next morning she awoke with a splitting headache and some big gaps in her memory of the night before. The first thing she noticed she was still in her clothes and could not recall even getting home let alone going to bed. She slowly got up and headed for the bathroom thinking a shower would help her feel better. When she walked past her spare bedroom, the door was open and she peeked in on her uncle to see how he was doing. He was on his back sound asleep with his dick protruding from the fly in his boxers. It was the largest cock Susan had ever seen and she couldn't take her eyes off it. She kept thinking, 'If he's that big when he's soft how big would his erection be.' Afraid of him waking up and catching her staring at him she pulled her eyes away and went in to take her shower.

The hot water felt good and her hand in between her legs felt even better. She spread her labia apart and let the shower run on her clit. Susan closed her eyes, rested her head against the wall, and thought about the man with the giant organ sleeping in the next room. Her orgasm was so intense her knees buckled and she slid down the shower wall. After, while drying off she found she still could not get that image out of her head. She again slipped her fingers to her special spot to coax out another climax yet to no avail as she still had her uncle on her mind. There was only one cure for this itch and she left the bathroom naked with a determination that even surprised her.

She stood in the doorway, still naked watching her uncle sleep. She started to masturbate yet again and then stopped and went to the bed. She no longer cared what her uncle thought; as she knew at the very least, she had to hold his cock in her hand. He remained asleep while she held him close and then as she could no longer control her urges she put the tip to her lips and kissed. She could not only feel her juices leaking from her slit she could smell them as he hardened in her hand. Nothing mattered now as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in as far as she could.

When he held her head in place with his hand was the first sign that he was awake. Too embarrassed to look him in the eyes, she kept pushing him deeper down her throat. Finally gagging and choking, unable to breath she had to take him out of her mouth. She knew she looked a mess as saliva ran from her mouth and nose and down her face. She had tried so hard to swallow him she had tears running down her face. He brushed her cheek and ran his hands through her hair as he asked her if she was all right.

"You are so hot; I just want to take all of you down my throat." 

Susan again put his massive organ in her mouth pushing him further into her mouth. She began to fuck him with her mouth, determined to swallow him whole. Once again, she choked and had to stop to rest as she caught her breath. He got up and took off his boxers then instructed Susan to lie on her back with her head hanging off the bed. Now with her head between his legs and looking up to his balls he put himself back into her mouth. While she looked, up to him, it opened her throat and as he slowly pushed himself in, deeper and deeper, she soon had her nose nestled in his balls. He now held her head tight between his thighs and the feeling of being trapped and at his mercy sent her over the edge to her biggest climax of the morning and she hadn't even touched herself. Her nose up tight against his balls felt him clinch and then she could feel his sperm shooting down her throat.

After and feeling weird about, well you know, sucking off her uncle, the only thing she could think to say was that she wouldn't say anything to her mom.

"Oh don't worry about that Suzy your mom and I use to do that all the time. Let me tell you that you're much better than her, it took her years to be able to swallow all of me."

Eew, now Susan even felt weirder than before, can you imagine you and your mother sucking off the same guy. And yet all she could think about as she took him to the airport was maybe she could visit him at his hometown, and the sooner the better.



Uncle & Me



I lived in a small rural community. My mother had passed away when I was 6 year old while delivering my brother. So we grew up in my grand parents' house. Once in 6 months my father used to come and give us some gifts and clothes. We never used to go to his place. When I was 17, he fell sick and was bedridden. We just went to see him with granny, and saw my step mother and her children for first time. We saw him only twice till now in his house. 

Here my grand father died, while I was in 10th standard and we were being looked after by my 2 uncles and were under the care of grand mother. Now elder uncle and his family moved away to new house far into the village and we now were with uncle, aunty and granny in the house. Uncle used to bear all our schooling and other expenses. I was now in 11th standard and had a good figure. In college also I was appreciated for my form and shape. 

At this time my aunty who was working in a co-operative bank got a transfer to the town which was 100 kilometers for our village. Now I and granny were to look after everything in the house. So I had to regularly go into the room of my uncle and serve him food and help him. I knew that he would try see me against light, touch me and I did could not raise any voice on him. This emboldened him and once he did put his hands on my breast and I was upset on this issue. I also knew my granny knew what was happening and she kept quiet. He would keep me at distance whenever aunty was in the house. 

I took up this matter with my well wisher and neighboring aunty and she said it better to keep quiet and accept anything he does as he was feeding us. If he stopped assisting us and said to go, we were to be in streets, so she advised me to keep quiet. She also said these things in life was common and to be ignored. She also told me that if he advanced to next level, I was supposed to resist his moves and but not create a situation where I and my brother would be thrown out of the house. She also told me to manage and provide enjoyment to him and collect some money so that I could get married and move out by the time I completed graduation. She said this was a practical suggestion and not a correct suggestion.

Every day evening I was giving him tea, as granny would be out for walk and my brother was out for tuitions. One day evening when granny was out for her regular long evening walk, He once had brought a thin nightie for aunty and he asked me to wear to check whether it would fit aunty, as we were of similar built. If not he wanted to return it on the same day. I wore the nighty and I realised he was looking at my panty I noticed that he had bulge in his pants and was trying to arrange his cock, and then I left the room. My nipples were hard and were showing from the thin nightie. Later I went to his room with his regular evening cup of tea and I saw uncle beating the hell out of his cock. He also saw me but did not stop pumping his long 8 inch cock; I kept the tea in front of him and just walked away. 

Next day when I told him that I was selected for the college dance program, he hugged and said "Good." When I told him that I needed to buy some new clothes, he said yes by kissing me on my forehead. We went out and bought all the essentials for the dance and in the night he took me to restaurant and offered me a big dinner. During the dinner we sat together and he put his hands on my thigh and I was also excited and reciprocated by a simple smile. Later I reached down and started to stroke his cock through my pants. Later near the door of our house, he gave a light kiss and went inside. I thought granny saw us. 

Next day I was getting ready in the evening and I noticed myself in the mirror: I was about 5 ft 5inch, fair with jet-black hair; wearing a loose sweater and jeans. Even through the sweater I noticed that I had ample tits, which were lusciously curved. My butts were large but very well proportioned. I was beginning to be set on low flame for the evening. 

Uncle came home and had his regular bath, and when I went to give his cup of tea, I could smell her musky perfume. He put his hand on my shoulder and moved in close and looked into my eyes. I noticed he had attractive light brown eyes. He slowly and deeply took my lips and kissed it hard. It was my first kiss in the life. In fact, I liked it and could not say no. He then slowly pulled off my sweater and also the T shirt. Now I pushed him away and went out. 

I did not know what to do. After almost 30 minutes, when I went to his room, I saw him pouring a drink and he was browsing a porn site. I moved close to him to see the image on the screen. He drove one of her hands into my hair and pulled my lips to his own. We were locked in a wild kiss and I held him tight in my arms, His chest was crushing my tits. He pushed me back a bit and ripped my T shirt off my body. He was now crushing his mouth into my lips and took my lower lip between his teeth and gently bit me. I gave a moan and I returned to probing his mouth, playing with his tongue and tasting the sweetness of his drink in his mouth. He removed my bra and put his mouth on my firm nipples. He bit me hard on my shoulder, slid he tongue all over my chest licking my nipples and biting me all over. Uncle was in heat and made no bones about it. I now unbuttoned his Cargoes and pulled down the fly and let it drop down to his feet. He was now in briefs and he went for a deep kiss squeezing my tit with his hands and I dug my well-painted nails into him. He pushed me away took off my pants. He now had real look of anticipation. Now I asked to remove his shirt and pant. He asked my help and in a fraction of minute he was in only sneakers. 

He always had his hands capping my beautiful nipples. I was also excited and he slowly again lowered his mouth to suck my mounds of pleasure. He was also enjoying the firm soft skin of mine. I was getting tense and was enjoying the tension, now I pulled his sneaker and reached for his cock. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out more than a gasp. He pulled my new underpants and I was naked now. He with that sank to his knees and with one hand grabbed my butt and looking intently my virgin cunt. In another hand he was pumping my hand, which had his cock firmly. He said "You have lot of curly hair and they are lovely…He also said .."cunt lips were puffy and good." Before I could say a word, he put finger to my mouth and said "Shhhhhhh." Then like an out of body experience he jumped on to the bed, stood over me and in a hushed low voice she said, "don't say a word." I looked in disbelief as I watched his still very hard cock disappear into my mouth!! I gently was massaging his balls and he was gently massaged my pussy. He was moving himself in a rhythm. He now started moving his hips faster and I did not know what to do next. I could realise his balls were tightening and his cock getting harder. I then realised that he had cummed and he had shot lot of it into my mouth. I continued to milk his cock into my mouth, not a drop was lost. He asked to gulp and it and he put his mouth into mine to take it back and taste it. 

Now he made to sleep and put his fingers into my pussy and spread it. And now he gently kissed my soaked pussy. I was moaning and had threw my head back as uncle started to lick me from back to front like a lollypop, stopping at clit to give it special attention. His other hand was on my tits caressing them and pinching them lightly. His breathing was more rapid and his cock was getting hard again. I was also excited and was holding uncle hard. Now I was about to burst, then he moved the now pussy juice covered finger deep into the cunt. I realised that Climax was getting ever closer. As he moved the tip of his finger I asked him "what do you want me to do." He shove his index and middle finger up in my hole and gave a couple of last thrusts. I screamed and grabbed his head and he finished off licking his inserted fingers and I shuddered several times before I regained my bearings. 

He walked to the library of his room and he returned with a pack of condoms. I saw him opening one of them put on his already hard cock. He pushed me on the bed and slowly guided his cock into my virgin pussy in one fluid motion.

Then suddenly the phone rang and he answered the call on speaker phone. It was aunty on the line from 80 kms away. He pulled out and She asked what he was doing, he said that "I am hot and cock is hard….." continuing he said "I am working on it..if you were here now…I would have squeezed your breasts, sucked the nipples hard and fucked hard…" He was now massaging my breasts and gasping for breath. I was kissing him and it was tough for him to talk…He told her that he would call her up again and he moved on to me. 

He held my knees and smoothly spread the legs wide. I kept my eyes closed and moaned softly anticipating the onslaught. I moved my face in close and smelt the whiff of his body spay. He kissed my cunt lips and he said "I love your juices dripping." He rolled his tongue over cunt lips and clit. I was tense and I now propped up on my elbows and was watching his mouth make love to my cunt. He winked at me and gave a light suck to clit. I was now breathing heavily and whispering to him to suck her harder. He shouted .."What is it you want? Speak up louder; I like my partner to be very vocal while I fuck them." He now sat on knees and took his hard cock in hand and started to rub my clit. . I was still staring back and biting lips and moaning lustily. His dick was now throbbing hard and I slowly parted my lips and he pushed his dick into my love hole slowly again. The thickness of his dick spread my legs wide. 

He was really hard and it entered very smoothly and he gave a grunt and pushed it deep. His cock had now gone in completely. He lay down on top of me and started pumping slowly. I reached his lips to my mouth and started to deep kiss him. "You make me feel like a great, this is the most exotic fuck I have ever had" he said and continued "promise me that you will be my lover for ever." We kept kissing and I kept moving my hips gently, sliding his prick slowly back and forward in my pussy. I was hugging him tight. With this he increased the thrusts and started to pound away at my sexy love hole. I was screaming and it started to crescendo. We must have gone on for at least ten minutes and he whispered "I am coming." At last I could feel his balls pulse and he came. Spurt after spurt of my juices shot and I screamed into a climax once again. I kept moaning lustily as I kept moving my hips gently till he had subsided. He lay spent on top of me crushing my milky boobs against his chest and he kissed me gently on my lips. 

I got up, dressed and came out of uncle's room. I saw granny in the kitchen and I was shocked and worried. She coolly said "One problem is over…. Supper is ready and you may come with your uncle for supper." 

Now it is 3 months over and I am writing this on my uncle's computer. We both are naked and he wants me complete this and put it on web for every body. I do not want to waste too much of time.



Uncle and Nephew Bonding



It was a week after my 18th birthday and my parents had already left town. My over protective mom had made it very clear I'm not allowed to be home alone while they were gone too. It's a really dumb rule. I'm 18 for god's sake! I decided t not get them mad and went to spend the weekend with my uncle that lives a few towns away. He's always been a pretty cool guy even after he divorced with my aunt. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

My parents drove me to his house on Friday morning before they left. All I had was my duffel bag of clothes and bathroom supplies. I got hugged and kissed goodbye. They left before even talking to my uncle. I walked up to the door and knocked. A few moments passed before my uncle answered the door. He opened the door with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a green T-shirt and tight white briefs which shocked me a little. I hadn't seen him since the divorce.

My uncle's name is Gary. He is an average height man with a little stubble on his face and brown hair. He is Keats wearing a baseball cap to cover his thinning hair. He is always loud and crazy which is funny most of the time. I remember from pervious visits that he doesn't like wearing pants to bed. Gary is a welcoming person so the weekend shouldn't be too bad. 

"Ah there's the boy I'm babysitting," he said opening his arms for a hug. I smile and hug him trying to ignore his bulge. 

"Yeah. Mom and dad treat me like a little kid still," I said as he lets me enter his home. There is a nice tv on the far wall and two couches facing each other perpendicular to the tv stand. Behind the farther couch is the dining room and kitchen. I remember that his room is just beyond the dining room. 

"So what are we gonna do this weekend?" I ask as I set my stuff on the couch and sit next to it. I watch him as he sits on the couch opposite of me.

"We'll I rented a movie for us to watch and that's all I really planned. Unless there's something you wanna do?" He said holding up a blank DVD case.

"Uh there wasn't really anything I wanted to do. What movie did you get?" I say looking at it and trying to avoid staring at his crotch that's hanging there with his legs spread wide open. I think I can see some pubes poking out before he interrupts my thoughts. 

"Scary Movie 2," he says with a smile. 

"I haven't seen that one," I state and I relax a little more.

"Me neither so I guess it'll be fun for the both of us," he says happily as he sets it down and goes to the kitchen. "Now lets get breakfast started!"

Later that night, I'm laying on the couch against the wall with sheets and a blanket around me. I'm resting my head on a pillow and my uncle walks in. He's carrying the movie and is wearing a white T-shirt and what seemed to be the same tighty whities he was wearing earlier. He walks over to the tv and puts the disk in. 

After a bunch of obnoxiously loud laughs at the funny movie, a scene begins that would make the whole weekend different. The scene began with a man in his room when he hears a noise under his bed. He investigates and finds a life size clown looking back at him which I found a little creepy. It drags him under the bed and after a few words, tries to escape the man. I though the scene would be okay until the clown came out for under the bed. The man used impossibly long penis to go out and wrap around the clown to pull him back under.

"Wow! That's a long dick!" My uncle almost yells accompanied by a loud laugh. I am slightly aroused but the blanket hides my boner. The movie continues on.

Another inappropriate scene comes around later. It's where a girl and and a guy are trapped in a freezer and the guy tricks the girl in to thinking the only way to keep him from freezing is the jack him off. She is going hard on him. After a minute, he shoots his load of jizz all over her like a fire hydrant. I mean, it was a LOT of cum. My uncle laughs loudly at his cumshot finding it hilarious. I get aroused again but thankfully, my blanket saves me.

"How would you feel about shooting THAT much cum every time you jacked off?" I said loudly to me. I blushed before answering. 

"That'd be a pretty big mess to clean up," I say and he chuckles at my comment.

The movie ended around eleven o clock. My uncle decided to call it a night so he turned off the tv and headed to his room. I laid there silently with a boner from what I just saw. I turned facing the wall and tried to get some sleep but I just couldn't fall asleep. 

Midnight came around and I was still awake thinking about how my uncle only commented on those two scenes. I wondered what it would be like to shoot that much cum. It would like soak me and my partner if I did. I could like fill a bath tub with it. The possibilities were almost endless with what I could do with that much cum. That's when my thoughts were interrupted.

I heard footsteps. The footsteps were coming from the dining room. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. It was my uncle. And no doubt he was wearing those briefs and that shirt. I froze because I also realized I wasn't covered by a blanket because it was hot and I had a full hard on. 

I closed my eyes and rolled over pretending to be in a deep sleep. I heard the footsteps walk closer to me. They stopped and then there was silence. I could feel the body heat from my uncle. He was right in front of me. Standing there looking down on me. I just knew it. I tried to act like I was sleeping but he knew better. He then stepped closer to my face. I could smell his pubes. It got me even hornier.

"I saw that boner earlier tonight when that man's long sick showed up on the screen," Gary whispered. I made no movement. 

He then moved forward and his bulge slowly pressed against my lips and nose. The smell was strong and alluring. It was still flaccid. I let him push into my face another minute. After that was over, he continued to move his hips in a side to side motion that made his junk slide from my chin to my eyes. It was so erotic, but I resisted acting on it. 

"I bet you like that," he said under his breath. I did. I liked it very much.

I knew the next move I made would be a dead giveaway but I didn't care. I casually moved my hand and readjusted my erection. My uncle saw this and smiled. I just kept on "sleeping."

"I knew you were a faggot when you walked in the door and stared at my crotch," he said and he then proceeded to pull his bulge away. I peeked slightly and I saw his dick getting hard. He then slid his tight waistband over his cock. It flung out violently. It waved around in front of me and then he pulled them down and off. He tossed those dirty underwear on my face. I could only see through one eye through one of the holes. His balls were now hanging loosely and my dick throbbed a little bit. His dick had to be 8 inches and it was thick and cut. 

"Now you're gonna suck your uncle's dick, boy," he said and I saw the head of his massive member glide toward me. Within a few seconds, it hit my lips and I didn't open up.

"Open," my uncle commanded. He pushed and I let my lips part. It started to slide in and my jaw was forced to open wide. I made sure not to let my teeth drag. His long cock slid into my warm mouth. It pushed against the inside of my wet cheeks. The Tate of his flesh was wonderful. His penis moved around and rubbed the sides of my teeth. It was heaven. 

That's when it got more violent. He finished the warm up blow job. He then started pushing it more into my mouth. My eyes opened as it went deep. I gagged a little but he wouldn't let up. He shoved it harder and it started to go down my throat by force. His pubes then hit my nose and I knew it was all the way in.

I remained calm as he held it there in my throat. He caressed my face and we made eye contact for the first time. He smiled at me only this smile was more of an evil smile than welcoming smile.

"I'm gonna tear you up, boy," he said. Before I could process what he meant, he already began. His hips were moving fast. He was face fucking his nephew!

His member was going in and out at a fast speed. I could feel his shaft rubbing my soft and moist tongue. It was so hot. His ballsack began slapping my cheek as I was still laying on my side. They were pretty big too. The sound of our skin clapping together filled the room. 

"Oh yeah. That's a good boy!" Gary said as he dropped his head back in pleasure. He moaned a little bit and I found some confidence.

My hands traveled up to him and I started rubbing his thighs. He maimed at this so I rubbed more as he slowed down a bit. My hands rubbing around to his smooth ass. I squeezed his cheeks as I continued his blowjob. I also started sliding my tongue around his moving shaft. I made sure to get it covered in spit. I could tell he was enjoying this because he moaned a little more. He then pulled out. His dick was soaked in my spit and I let him go. 

"Now it's time for the best part," he said and grabbed my shirt and pulled it off forcefully. He the went on to grab me by the waistband and turn me so I was in. Sitting position on the couch. He ripped my pajama pants off and then my underwear flew off. I was exposed to my own uncle. My cock was standing at 7 inches cut.

"I bet you're a tight boy aren't you?" My uncle said. I only managed to nod. He quickly pulled me forward and slapped me hard with his wet dick. 

That's when he got on his knees. He put m legs on his shoulders and started licking my hole. I could feel his face buried in my ass. His tongue was working around and then I felt it enter. It felt good but it didn't go in very far. He finished by spitting in my hole and I could feel how wet it was. 

I straightened up and my legs went up with his shoulders. He gabbed the base of his cock and teasingly rubbed it up and down my crack. I moaned a little bit. Then, he stopped with his wet head on my wet hole.

My uncle then began pushing. It was so painful. It was more painful than when I fingered myself in the shower. His head was hard to get in but eventually it popped in. It hurt so bad. Like a fire in my butt. And all of this was just from his head! He saw the look of pain on my face as I clenched my teeth and close my eyes right. 

"Oh if you think that hurts, wait til I get the whole thing in," he said and laughs a little. He then starts pushing hard. It felt like his penis was ripping me open. I could feel his well lubed cock sliding against my skin. It was forcing its way in whether I liked it or not. It was a good thing I liked it! It was a fiery pain in my ass. It seemed like an eternity before I felt those nicely low hanging testicles press against my skin and his pubes scrape my skin. 

It was all a pain I've never felt before. It was a good kind of pain. A pain that have me pleasure. I was leaking precum. I had managed to keep quiet but the last thrust he gave was too much. I screamed out a short scream and breathe heavily. 

"I know you like that. It's so warm inside of you," my uncle moaned seductively. He let me take a moment to stretch and adjust to his very large penis. I relaxed a little once it felt halfway decent and Gary took this as a sign. 

He began sliding out but before he exited me, he shoved right back in. He did this a few times slowly before picking up a rhythm. He went slow at first. 

His cock was going in and out of my hole slowly for a few minutes. The sound of our spit was making a squishing sound. It was all so hot. I moaned.

My uncle started to go faster and faster until he was fucking my ass like he was fucking my face earlier. It was so hot. The sound of his slapping nuts, the squishing, his heavy breathing, and my moaning was all I could hear. My cock was ready to blow. I looked at his face. His face was red and he was biting his lip as he drilled my hole. His huge throbbing erection was ramming my ass faster than ever.

"I'm.... I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed as he went faster. I breathed hard and loud. I let out a moan.

I could feel it. His monster cock unloaded in me. It shot out a bunch if sperm up inside of me before he pulled out. He shot the rest of his load on my chest. It was so much cum. It covered my chest and the warm sticky feeling of his man cream set me off. My orgasm began and my dick shot out a bunch of cum too. It added to my chest and i was easily covered in it. I breathed hard as I felt it oozing out of my ass. It also oozed across my chest. 

We just say there for a moment. I looked at him and his softening dick. For being flaccid, it was still pretty big. I decided to say the first words.

"That was nice," I said panting. He swallowed and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," he replies and then checked me out. "You better go get waged up."

"Okay," I said with a smile. I dropped my legs to the floor and stood up. I felt all the cum sliding down my body. I didn't bother getting clothes as I headed to towards the bathroom.

I turned and looked at my uncle still sitting there. It was gonna be a great weekend.