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 Uncle (Mf - masturbation)
   (He comes home from an extended work contract and find things have
changed)
   My uncle, Sandy, and his wife Joan went away to Canada 5 years ago for
him to work on an oil-rig contract.  I wasn't really old enough to remember
too much about them.  As I approached my 16th birthday, I was surprised to
receive an e-mail from Sandy.  He was coming back!  He told me, with some
sadness, that Joan had passed away in a car accident.  Did I know somewhere
he could live, at least for a few weeks until he found a house to buy?  He
said he had lots of cash saved and he hoped I'd remember him.
   I had to reply that I really had no idea even who he was.  I talked to
my mum, whose brother he was and she told me a bit about him, but he'd been
a bit of an outsider in the family and had married Joan simply for her
money.  Mum said he was welcome to stay with us for a while, but not
permanently, she stressed.  My Dad had left us last year and Mum was still
getting over her loss.  In fact, I thought she was better off.  Her friends
had rallied round and made her feel like part of an extended family.  As
she only had her brother Sandy left, her parents both being dead, she
sometimes felt quite lonely.  We had a good friendship and, now that I was
nearly 16, she had begun to confide in me.
   At the same time, I was beginning to grow up.  My boobs were developing,
at last!  When I started my periods at 11 years old, I thought I was going
to become a woman really quickly, but my development seemed to take ages.
It meant that all of my girlfriends already had boyfriends and most of them
had already done 'it'.  I was still a virgin, at least technically but I
was getting eager to try something with a boy.
   Girls being girls, we, that is me and three of my friends, had
sleepovers quite often.  The subject of boys always came up and we'd often
be playing with ourselves before being able to calm down to go to sleep. 
My special girlfriend Cindy told us that she'd been with a black guy who
had a cock (so she called it) that was like a hose.  As I'd never seen a
cock, apart from on the videos we'd often get to watch before bed, I
believed her when she said it stretched her when he tried to get it in her
mouth.  Apparently, she almost drowned when his cock began to spurt her
mouth full of cum.  She dribbled his hot stuff all over the place and had
to clean up her whole bedroom before she could sleep that night after he'd
left.
   So eventually, Cindy bought herself a huge dildo and we all got to enjoy
it.  It did need a lot of work to get it inside my pussy, and all the other
girls found it quite painful.  But once inside, it was fun doing it myself,
or letting one of the other girls do it for me.  I'd learnt when I was 12
that I could orgasm really easily and now I couldn't go to sleep without
enjoying a few orgasms.  So when using the dildo, we'd all be able to cum
noisily and often.  It was great fun.  Somehow, I never tired of using it
and I'd often go to sleep curled up beside Cindy, with the dildo firmly
between my legs.
   I didn't think any more about uncle Sandy until one day there was this
strange man at our door with a suitcase.  Mum was about to come home from
work and I was busy with my homework.  It was summer, so I'd changed out of
my school uniform as soon as I got home.  I was now wearing a pair of
little shorts and a tiny top.  I felt good, but when I opened the door and
this man looked me over like a prize cow and then chuckled with pleasure, I
didn't quite know what to do.
   I guessed it must be uncle Sandy, but he had this look of desire on his
face that quite surprised me.
   "Are you Sharon?" he asked, timidly, but smiling.
   "Well yes, I am!" I replied, stuttering a little.
   He grabbed me and kissed me on both cheeks.
   "Hi, Sharon.  It's your uncle Sandy," he enthused, then pushing me back
against the door to look me over again.
   It felt like his eyes were ripping my clothes off and I moved to let him
inside.
   "Mum will be home in a few minutes," I informed him, leading him into
the lounge, where he dropped his case and sat on the couch.
   "I'm quite exhausted.  It's one hell of a flight from Ottawa," he
explained, still looking me over.  "My, you have grown into a fine looking
woman!"
   "Thank you, uncle," I was embarrassed.
   "Do you remember me at all?" he asked with a broad grin.
   "No, I'm sorry.  I guess I was too young," I told him.
   "Well you were young," he said, "and you weren't as pretty then as you
are now."
   "Now, Sandy," came my Mum's voice.  "Hush up with all your flattering.
You always were a bit of a lad."
   She must have come in without us hearing her.  I rushed to kiss her and
then stood aside for her to greet her brother.  It wasn't a frenzied
greeting, just a quiet hello and kiss on the cheek.  I guessed that they
weren't that close.
   Sandy explained about his contract finishing and then Joan passing on.
He got quite tearful.
   "But then, Sophie, you were never too keen on her, were you?" he added.
   "Well, she certainly was different," Mum said.  "Quite a wild thing, she
was!"
   "That's how I liked them!" chuckled Sandy.  "I like my girls with fire
in their bellies.  How about you, Sharon?"
   "Now don't you mind about her, brother," warned my Mum.  "She's too
young and she's your niece.  Hands off, you horny old devil!"
   "I always had something for a young girl," grinned Sandy, who was about
50, I guessed, a few years older than Mum.
   "You'd better go and put something else on, dear," suggested Mum, "Or
uncle Sandy's going be eyeing you all night."
   "You can't hide a beautiful girl inside awful clothes," he said,
laughing.
   I left them to get re-acquainted and went to my room to change. 
However, when I'd taken off my shorts and top, I stood there naked for a
while, feeling something interesting building between my legs.  That guy's
eyes on me had brightened my day and I was feeling quite damp now.  I
quickly lie down on my bed and put my fingers on my pussy.  Wow!!  a huge
bolt of excitement flowed through me as I began to play.  It took about 2
minutes for me to cum hugely, crying softly with the intense pleasure.  I
staggered off the bed, feeling very woozy and somehow managed to find some
more decent clothes, as my Mum would say.  Jeans and a T-shirt.
   When I got back to the lounge, Mum and Sandy were talking urgently. 
They both looked up when I opened the door.  Sandy's smile broke out again
and his eyes looked me over intently.  Mum giggled.
   "There you go again, bro!" doing it again.  "Next minute you'll want her
in your bed, you old fox!"
   "Can't say that would be a bad thing!" he retorted, with a grin.  "Looks
like she could ride my pole all night and still want more!"
   "Hush up, Sandy.  That's not talk for a young girl like her to hear,"
scolded Mum.
   "I bet she's already had to fight guys out of her panties," he laughed.
   "Now stop it, Sandy.  This instant!" Mum reproached him angrily.
   But all the rest of that evening, I could feel his eyes on me wherever I
was.  They followed me everywhere.  He seemed to be trying to undress me
with his eyes.  All that attention was making my panties very wet.  I
wanted so much to slip my hands down inside my jeans.  Eventually, the
feelings got so bad, I had to excuse myself from the dinner table.  I
rushed off to the bathroom and practically tore off my jeans and panties.
It took even less time than before to make myself cum.  Then I could calm
down and go back to the table.  I was flushed with the strength of my
orgasm, and Sandy noticed, but just smiled.  I think he knew what I'd been
doing.  If Mum did notice, she preferred to keep quiet.
   Anyway, things went on like this for a couple of weeks: him always
looking at me, sitting where he could see my legs if I was in my school
uniform, Standing in a doorway so I had to squeeze past him.  He often
tried to touch my now enlarging boobs.  I guess because they were growing,
my nipples were awfully sensitive and after brushing past him, they'd
always stick out and become even more sensitive.  He seemed to appreciate
that!  The horny devil!
   Then one day, Mum announced that a guy from her work had invited her out
for the evening.  Would Sandy be around to look after me?
   Well, of course, being now 16, I was quite capable of looking after
myself, but I didn't say anything when he agreed to stay in that night.  In
fact, after Mum had gone out, dressed in her sexiest outfit, Sandy cooked
me a really delicious meal.  His eyes were on me all the time, but he
didn't say much.  I tried to talk but he put on some of his favorite music
and went off into another world, it seemed.
   I cleared the table and tidied up the kitchen to find that he'd gone
into the lounge and immersed himself completely in his music.  He did
manage to smile at me as I came down to sit beside him, but he continued to
listen to his music.  Every time I tried to start to chat, he silenced me
usually with a soft smile.
   The evening continued like that and I was getting really bored.  I
motioned to him that I was going to bed and he mouthed 'goodnight'.  I
wondered whether to try to give him a kiss, but decided against it.
   In my room, I undressed and tried to sleep.  However, I needed to orgasm
there times before my mind was adequately cleared of 'wrong' ideas about
Sandy.  By then the under-sheet was soaking with my juices and I had to
change it.  I dropped the wet sheet in the washing basket in the bathroom
and went back to my room.
   I guess I must have fallen asleep, because it was after 1 am when I was
woken up by a sound.  It was a groan - of pleasure - and it came from the
bathroom.  I got up, flipped a gown around my naked body and crept along
the corridor.  The bathroom door was slightly open, far enough for me to be
able to see inside.
   There was my uncle Sandy, my wet sheet to his nose.  In his other hand
was the biggest erect cock I'd ever seen or ever expected to see.  It was
quite simply huge!
   "Oh, Sharon, you are so sexy!" he murmured.  "I'd love to cum all over
you!"
   At that moment, he groaned loudly and his cock shot out a huge stream of
white cum into the shower cubicle, quickly followed by several more groans
and lots more cum.  He didn't seem to be able to stop!
   "Oh, sweet girl!  I'd saved that load for you, but I didn't dare touch
you, my sweet Sharon," he moaned to himself, concentrating on squeezing the
last drops of cum out of his now slowly deflating cock.
   I was astonished that he felt like that about me, but as he seemed about
to turn round, I quickly ran off to my room and shut the door firmly. 
Sometime later, a note was pushed under the door.  I was still awake as I
was still incredibly aroused after watching him masturbating.  I slipped
out of bed and got the note.
   It read: "Dear Sharon.  Your Mum obviously got on well with her date. 
She's staying out tonight.  Sweet dreams.  See you at breakfast.  Sandy"
   I wasn't in the least bit surprised that Mum was staying out.  She often
did on the first night, then didn't go with the same guy again.  She was
incredibly picky!  I did sleep well that night, after I'd cum another
couple of times.
   Mum actually came back early, looking quite the worse for wear.  I had
just showered and was going down to have breakfast when she came in the
front door.
   "Have a good time, Mum?" I asked cheerfully.
   "Awesome, thanks," she replied, her eyes betraying the fact that she'd
probably been awake and doing it all night.  "He's the first I want to see
again!"
   She grinned and went off the shower.  Sandy didn't make it down for
breakfast with me, but I did feel his eyes on me as I walked to the bus
stop.  I turned and waved at the window, seeing him duck away when he knew
I'd seen him.
   The next two evenings were pretty uneventful, until Mum became agitated
during dinner the third night.
   "He's supposed to have called!" she said, mournfully.  "He promised!"
   I went to her and put my arm round her.
   "It's OK, Mum.  Why don't you call the guy for a change.  You've never
done that and not all guys are self-assured that they'll believe they did
well enough for you."
   Sandy agreed, adding, "I never called my women.  I was too shy.  I guess
I missed out on some fun times."
   "I guess so," Mum brightened up.  "Perhaps I'll call him after we're
finished here."
   "Do it now, Mum," I urged.
   She nodded and got up, dialling on her mobile as she left the room. 
Within seconds she was back.
   "You're both right.  He was waiting for my call.  I'm going...now!" she
giggled.
   She rushed off, without dressing nicely or doing any make-up.  Sandy and
I looked at each other and grinned.
   "I guess it's you and me again, Sharon," he said smiling so sexily that
I almost swooned.
   Some time later, we were watching TV.  I saw him with a half-smile on
his face, looking at me again.  My thoughts were full of seeing him orgasm
using my sheet for stimulation.  I was getting aroused.
   "I saw you with my sheet!" I blurted out, almost immediately regretting
what I'd said.
   "You what?" he spluttered.
   I'd calmed down a bit by now but I was determined to go further.
   "I saw you in the bathroom...sniffing my sheet.  It had lots of pussy
juices on it...but you knew that!" I said accusingly.
   After he'd had time to admit that by looking very sheepish, I went on.
   "And I saw you cum.  You have a very big one!" I giggled, looking down
at his crotch.
   There was a more than just noticeable bulge already.  I smiled sexily at
him as he struggled to say something.
   "It's OK, Uncle," I said softly.  "I really don't mind that I turn you
on.  And I loved watching your cum shoot out!"
   He finally managed to relax a little, still looking embarrassed that I'd
been watching, but unable to control the growing bulge in his trousers.  I
stared directly at it, watching it grow and grow, until it was obviously
painful inside his clothes.
   "I'd like to help you with that," I suggested.  moving to kneel between
his legs.  In a daze, he opened them so that I could slide further between
them.
   I put my hand on his bulge.  It felt alive, growing all the time, and
hot!  I couldn't help a moan escaping my lips as I felt my pussy gush with
excitement.  The first time I'd held a cock!  Wow!  Did it feel great!
   He groaned too.
   "I promised my sister that..." he began to moan.
   I pressed my fingers against his lips.
   "I know you did," I said softly, "and I know Mum would be horrified if
she knew what was happening here.  But it is happening and I want it to. 
So shut up moaning and enjoy it!"
   Gently I searched for and found the top of the zipper of his trousers. I
slowly drew it down, savoring the look of extreme lust on my uncle's face.
I unbuttoned the top button after unfastening his belt, and peeled his
trousers open.  There it was - that huge cock, bulging inside his briefs.
It looked just awesome and I knew it was going to be far to large to fit
anywhere inside me.  But I just had to touch it...to feel that heat and to
experience the throbbing I'd seen as he orgasmed in the bathroom.
   He lifted his butt upwards as I struggled to pull down his trousers. 
They finally parted company with his butt.  I forgot to say he's a very fit
guy, working out every day and keeping very trim.  Now he was down to just
his white briefs, I wanted to do it slowly, to uncover the treasure that
lie beneath which I could see pulsing and growing larger all the time.
   I grabbed at the waistband and lifted it as far as I could, slowly
pulling it down and uncovering first the swollen tip of his cock.  Then I
could begin to see his hugely swollen shaft, long and thick.  Finally I'd
pulled his briefs down far enough to see his churning balls, already
enormous and filling up further with every thought in his wicked mind.
   I put my hand on the top, feeling the extreme heat of his lust.  He
groaned.
   "We can't....!" his voice trailing off as I put my other hand on his
shaft.  It throbbed vigorously under my hand and I squeezed it gently,
bringing out another moan of pleasure from my 'suffering' uncle.  Hee hee!
   Now my pussy wasn't just leaking juices...it was positively gushing.  I
just wished one of my girlfriends could be here to eat me out!
   "Uncle Sandy?" I asked sweetly.  "Can I see you cum again?"
   "Uhhhhh huh!" he managed to mutter as I began gently to stroke my hand
along the length of his shaft.
   I don't know whether it was my immediate expertise in cock-stroking or
the fact that he suddenly became extremely aroused, but within a few more
seconds, his huge cock leaped about in my hand and began to spurt out long
streams of white stuff.  He groaned loudly and I moaned too as I watched
the power of his big orgasm.
   Oh, baby!" he cried as his cock finally stopped shooting.  "That was
delicious!"
   He leaned forward and I put my face up to kiss him.  His lips felt soft
and warm, the first boys (well, male) lips that had ever touched me.  I
opened my lips slightly and he took that as an invitation.  His tongue
pushed my lips further apart and then we were French kissing.  It was so
exciting!
   I knew I had to decide now whether I wanted this to go any further.  I
broke our kiss and looked at him.  There as a very high level of lust in
his eyes.  I knew if I didn't stop it, there was no way he could.
   "You won't ever tell Mum,, will you?" I pleaded.
   "Of course not, silly," he smiled.  "But we have to clean up this stuff
first."
   I got up and got some tissues, letting him wipe up the huge pool of cum
that had sot onto his belly.  He threw the wet tissues into the waste bin
and then looked at me again.  His cock had risen to its huge erect size
again.  My pussy was now aching with a feeling I had for the first time.  I
guessed it was teen girl's lust.
   (to be continued in part 2)
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Uncle - part 1