Subject: Uncle Paul Gets More
Story Codes: MF oral F-solo incest uncle niece
Diary Date: July 24, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
OK, so I have issues just like everyone else. One of them has to do with who
is in “control” when I have a relationship with someone, no matter how brief
it may be. My Uncle Paul had fucked me a couple of months back and ever
since then it was nagging me how he had been in control that day. Something
needed to be done about that!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – A Matter of Control
Chapter 2 – Masturbating in Traffic
Chapter 3 – Teasing Uncle Paul
Chapter 4 – Fucking Uncle Paul
Postlude
Chapter 1 – A Matter of Control
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If there’s one thing I think that can cause me the most concern in a
relationship, it’s all about control. By “control” I don’t mean who is
dominant, stronger or anything so overt. Instead, consider a puppet show.
The puppets appear to be doing whatever they want and one may appear to be in
charge from the audience’s perspective. However, the person who is really in
“control” is the puppet master – the unseen person operating behind the
scenes, the one pulling the strings, the only one who REALLY controls what
happens. It is the same in relationships in that it doesn't matter who
THINKS they are in control or appears to be to the rest of the world.
Instead, it is the one who is “pulling the strings” who controls the
relationship, maybe without even the other person‘s knowledge.
While not easy to admit, and maybe even something some people might criticize
me for, when I’m in a relationship I need to be the one who is in control. I
think that’s true with many people, it’s just most people don’t realize it or
if they do, they won’t admit it out of fear that they might appear to be
selfish or manipulative.
For me, it’s only been in the last few years that I came to terms with it
myself, although it’s always been there when I look back at my life and see
what relationships have worked for me and which ones have failed. There is
an almost perfect correlation between the level of control I had in the
relationship versus the satisfaction I felt being with that person.
Control can be subtle. In fact, I would say “is often” might be better than
“can be”. In my case, the perfect “controlling relationship” is where I
allow the other person to feel in control (face it, most everyone likes to
be) but yet when push comes to shove, I’m the one calling the shots, maybe
such that the other person doesn't even realize it. I would guess that most
guys who have dated me would say they were in control. It just goes to show
that most boys are so easy to control!
So for the most part, why is it so easy for me to be “in control”? Actually,
I’m sure you already know the answer – sex. Contrary to popular belief, I
don’t believe that boys want sex any more than girls do. In fact, I think
there have been many times when I wanted to get laid even more than the guy I
was with. The key is not to let them know it – something that isn’t all that
difficult.
First, guys have this never-fail signal that tells everyone when they’re
horny – their dicks. If a guy is horny on the beach, he either has to be
comfortable enough with himself to let his erection be seen by everyone, lay
on his stomach or hit the cold water. Meanwhile, at the same time I can be
even hornier than he is but who knows? So while girls can be just as horny
as guys, they are much better at disguising it.
For example, when I’m out with a guy, usually I’m just as anxious to suck his
dick as he is for me to do it. Yet who do you think is in control of the
situation – the guy with the raging erection trying to grope me every chance
he gets, or the calm girl initially ignoring that same erection, even while
she is screaming in her head that she wants it so badly! As my dad would
say, I rest my case.
Fortunately, most of my social life involves sex to one degree or another so
being a “control freak” isn’t all that hard to deal with. There have been a
few cases when I didn't feel in control – and typically I dropped the guy
soon afterwards, even if it WAS fun a the time.
Of course, there IS one notable exception to all this - my father. As the
one man I trust most in the entire world, I submit to him which means I
voluntarily relinquish the control in our relationship and he assumes the
head of household title. Currently I’m dealing with a blackmailing scheme at
work, or at least at the work I‘ll doing this fall. Yet even in this
seemingly “worst-case scenario” I’m slowly wresting back the reigns of
control.
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So what does all this have to do with my Uncle Paul?
Simple – control issues. But first, a quick update on how I got to my
current situation with him. You can find all the details in my earlier diary
entries.
My dad was the middle of three boys. Paul is his older brother by eight
years. Due to their closer age differences, my dad grew up much closer to
Jim, his younger brother by two years and even to this day, he is far less
involved with my Uncle Paul. It also doesn't help that Uncle Paul wound up
on the North Side in the Fox Chapel area whereas my dad and his younger
brother stayed on the South Side. Uncle Paul had always seemed to me to be
the “straight-arrow” of the family – conservative to the core, staunch
Republican, moderately wealthy, etc. He’s been my favorite uncle in that he
and Aunt Julie have always treated me so nice, a LOT better than my prudish
Aunt Shari who was always bitching to my mother about the way I dressed and
behaved. Even so, when I was growing up I would catch Uncle Paul looking my
way at times, especially when I was wearing really short cutoffs or a bikini
that left little to the imagination. Then again, he looked at other girls
and my other cousins the same way so he was really no different than most
other men and I never took anything he did personally.
Uncle Paul and Aunt Julie have two daughters – Ginny (28) and Laura (26).
Both girls are married and look great with Ginny sporting an incredible set
of boobs (thanks to the miracles of modern surgery) while Laura has a nice
bust as well - thanks to Mother Nature and being a few pounds overweight.
Other than a one- time tryst at Ginny’s bachelorette party, so far as I knew
they were both pretty conservative in their views regarding sex and no doubt
would be shocked if they knew everything about my part of the family.
Until recently, as far as I knew Uncle Paul didn’t know anything about what
his younger brothers were doing with their daughters and nieces. All that
changed a little while back when Uncle Paul stopped by while I was washing my
car at my dad’s place, supposedly to borrow some tools from my dad. It was
then I learned that he and my mom had been having sex for years behind my
father’s back. I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand why they felt it had
to be so clandestine since he WAS her brother-in-law and thus it wasn't like
they were committing adultery by having sex. I guess maybe it was just the
“thrill” of doing it secretly that appealed to them. My dad might have been
able to shed some light on it for me but I didn’t feel it was my place to
tell him about it, especially since my mom couldn’t defend herself if
necessary.
Long story short, Uncle Paul fucked me that day but we haven’t done anything
else since then. Sometimes I daydream and wonder if he remembers that day
when he fucked me. Does he ever think about how good it felt for him to have
my mouth on him and to push his dick inside of me? Does he masturbate about
me? Does he ever think about how it would have been to fuck his own
daughters the way my dad fucks me?
After the first time, I had told myself it would also be the last time.
While my Uncle Paul isn’t nearly the asshole my Uncle Jim is, it wasn’t like
he treated me the way I thought a niece should be treated. I think of how
wonderful my dad treats my cousin Tammy when he fucks her and wonder why his
brothers can’t show the same concern and care that he does. Heck, Uncle Paul
hadn’t even really looked or touched my boobs while he fucked me as my wet t-
shirt was on the whole time. He didn’t try to fuck me in the ass, at least
not seriously, like my Uncle Jim always does but then he got off cumming on
my face, not my favorite way to finish. When I thought about it afterwards,
I chalked it up as him taking advantage of me while I was still trying to
deal with the news about him and my mom – something that he wouldn’t be able
to do again.
There was one thing that really did bother me with regards to what we’d done
that day. While I felt a little guilty about doing it behind my dad’s back,
that didn’t really concern me all that much since it wasn’t like we were
doing it every day and I don’t necessarily tell me dad every time I get laid.
No, what really started to bug me the more I thought about it was that he had
been in control that day, from the moment he dropped the bombshell on me
about him and my mom, to the finals moments of him fucking me. Like I said,
maybe it was the shock that caused me to submit to him that day but
regardless of how hard I tried to rationalize my actions, it still bugged the
heck out of me whenever I thought about it. All I could imagine was how smug
he must feel knowing what he’d done to me that day. The arrogant bastard – I
needed to show him I wasn’t really that easy of a push-over.
OK, I know I had vowed not to let him fuck me again but this was becoming a
matter of pride. Maybe I was getting a little carried away about it but
that’s how I felt. All I knew was I had to see him again and set things
straight. If I was going to live with myself, I needed to see my Uncle Paul
and fuck him again, but this time with ME in control, under MY terms. It
didn't matter to me what he might think about it, I would have the
satisfaction of knowing the truth.
Chapter 2 – Masturbating in Traffic
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If all I wanted was to go after a married man and get him to commit adultery
and fuck me, that would have been pretty simple and straightforward. As I
once heard said, “A man is only as faithful as his options.” Give most men
the right options and I don't care how “faithful” they may profess to be,
most will find the temptation irresistible. They may rationalize it as “just
this once” or “I deserve it” or maybe even “it’s not my fault my wife doesn’t
satisfy me”, whatever it takes they will find the excuse.
OK, so maybe there are a few good husbands out there who are faithful to
their marriage but I haven’t met many of them. Even my own father, who loved
my mother unconditionally and believed strongly in the sanctity of his
marriage vows, couldn’t resist the chance to fuck my best friend Beth and my
mom’s best friend Tammy. He rationalized it with the “we’re so close they
are just like family” excuse, but it was still technically adultery, even if
my mom forgave him.
One concern I always have with married men is that their wife will find out
and their marriage might suffer because of me. It’s one of the main reasons
I generally only let a married guy do me once. I’m not looking to have an
affair or become someone’s mistress. The longer such a thing goes on, the
more likely the wife will find out and I have no desire to incur the wrath of
a woman scorned! In the end, though, even if she DID find out it really
wouldn't be me that would bear the brunt of her fury. The husband would be
the primary target and most likely I would never even know about it unless he
was someone I knew from church or the neighborhood and word of their
“problem” became public.
Well, what does all this have to do with my Uncle Paul? Well, besides the
fact he is my uncle, he is also my MARRIED uncle and since I know my Aunt
Julie pretty well, it ,make everything a lot more “personal” for me. While
technically Uncle Paul wasn’t committing adultery by having sex with his
niece, somehow I don't think Aunt Julie subscribes to my definition of
adultery, let alone the issue of incest. Thus while on the one hand the idea
of doing it again with Uncle Paul was little exciting because of the
relationships involved, it was a lot more dangerous for me than it would be
if he was just another married guy. If the entire family found out that he
was fucking me, who knows where that would lead to? Even though I’m 24 and
there’s no longer any issues about underage sex, what would happen if anyone
found out about me and my dad when I was younger, or even what he was doing
with my cousin Tammy since she was still only sixteen? I’m sure my Aunt
Shari would throw the book at him, if she didn’t kill him first.
What I’m trying to say is that whatever I did with Uncle Paul, it needed to
be discreet. Yet at the same time for my own personal satisfaction it needed
to be more than just a quick fuck like the first time. These were
potentially conflicting criteria which required some thought on my part as to
how to deal with them. Of course, just thinking about such things can be fun
as well as the best time to do it is when you’re masturbating – my favorite
thing to do.
Over the course of a couple of weeks I must have masturbated a dozen times or
more about what I could do with Uncle Paul. Most of the time my thoughts
digressed to wild and impossible scenarios, most of which included his
daughters and sometimes even my aunt. A daughter swap, similar to what my
dad and Uncle Jim had done a couple of times, was the most common fantasy I
would have while touching myself in the process and was always a great way to
achieve a quick orgasm. Still, while most of my fantasies were about things
that could never happen, a few rational ideas popped up now and then for me
to consider – provided I remembered them afterwards.
My final plan began to gel finally and one day after a particularly lengthy
morning masturbation session, I laid in bed catching my breath with my pussy
throbbing when it hit me – why do it all in one shot? It was genius, if I
say so myself. First I would bait the trap – and then bag my prey. I would
get my revenge but at the same time, it would be fun.
Sounded like a win-win for me!
Uncle Paul worked as a manager or something like that for some sort of
engineering company. I never really understood what he did but then I can’t
say I ever took ,much interest in it either. All I knew it must have paid
pretty well based on the huge home they owned and the things they did –
cruises, big weddings, parties and such. Ginny and Laura certainly never
seemed to want for much growing up, that was for sure. They both got cars
for their 16th birthday, went to expensive private universities, and their
weddings were like out of a fairy tale.
I’d never been to where Uncle Paul worked and I actually had to do some
detective work just to find out what the company name was. It was like I was
some sort of stalker, looking up his company on the Internet, trying to learn
more about it. I even made a trial run, driving to where his office was and
checking the place out. Even thought the doors were locked, it was easy to
get in by just waiting for someone to open it with their pass card and
following them in. I was dressed conservatively with sunglasses and nobody
stops a girl to question what she is doing anyway. I found his office,
checked out the surroundings, and left before I might have stumbled upon him
– something that would have been pretty hard to explain. I’d learned what I
needed to know – I could get in the place easily, he had an office (a cube or
something more open would have made my plan all but impossible), and nobody
seemed to care about me while I walked around looking busy. Perfect!
Driving home, I started to think more and more about my plans. Tomorrow
would be perfect. It would be a Friday and people probably wouldn't notice
if he left work early. Aunt Julie worked as a legal assistant so she would
be gone during the day. Finally, the more I thought about everything the
hornier it was making me and I didn’t think I could put it off much longer.
Indeed, just thinking about it now as I maneuvered my way towards the
downtown area was making my pussy itch that special it does when I need to be
fucked. My hand moved to my crotch where my tight jeans were pressing up
against me. When I picked out the jeans I was thinking more about not
drawing too much attention at Uncle Paul’s office but now I would have loved
to be in a short skirt instead.
For whatever reason the traffic was heavier than I had expected it to be as I
approached the first bridge it came to a crawl. Typical Pittsburgh traffic.
If you knew where you were going the roads were fine but for those unfamiliar
with the twists and turns created by several bridges, tunnels, and merges
from all directions it could be a nightmare. The result was typically what I
was encountering now – congestion. God, I was SO damn horny and now I was
stuck in traffic in a pair of jeans.
I couldn't take it anymore. I was trying to run myself through the jeans but
it just wasn't working for me as horny as I was. I unbuttoned the jeans and
pulled down the zipper. As tight as they were there was no chance of
squeezing y hand down them, no matter how much I sucked in my stomach.
The heck with it then.
I slipped off my sandals and started to work my jeans down off my ass. This
was usually hard enough laying on my bed and in my car was all but unworkable
but when you’re as “motivated” as I was, nothing is impossible. Trying to
stay in my lane was the biggest concern but soon I had them down to my ankle
and I managed somehow to pull my feet out and get my foot back on the
accelerator in time to keep up with traffic.
For just a moment I looked around me and wondered if anyone could see that I
was now bare from the waist down in my car. I was wearing a light blouse
with a tank top underneath so there was a little bit of coverage but not all
that much. The seat felt cool under my bare butt and it gave me a bit of a
thrill to look at all the cars around me and wonder what they would do if
they knew the girl in the car next to them was driving bottomless. Such
thoughts didn’t dwell long as my hand quickly moved down to my now exposed
crotch. I spread my legs as far apart as I could and slouched a bit to make
it easier to touch myself. FINALLY I felt my fingers on my wet pussy. I
almost punched the accelerator when I first hit my clit and my legs jerked
involuntarily but somehow I managed not to cause an accident. Fortunately,
the traffic was so slow I didn’t have to do a lot other than just maintain my
distance behind the car in front of me.
God it felt so good to finally touch my pussy! It was already soaking wet
from my thoughts earlier and the rubbing I tried through the denim of my
jeans. I pushed my finger up inside of me just a bit and then pulled it out,
bringing it to my mouth and sucking off the wetness. Mmmmmmm, I LOVED the
taste of my pussy when I was horny.
I glanced next to me and noticed the woman driving was looking at me as I
sucked on my finger. She seemed more curious than anything, probably
assuming my finger hurt for some reason as I doubted she ever would have
guessed what the real reason was for me to be sucking on it. I put my hand
back between my legs and sighed as I thought of how she might react if she
knew I was masturbating while she looked at me. Would she be turned on or
disgusted? If she was turned on, would she touch herself in response?
I was almost to the tunnel now and it was getting harder to steer with one
hand as I had to merge with traffic and change lanes but there was no way my
other hand was leaving my crotch. The traffic in the tunnel was even slower,
making me wonder if there was something happening up ahead as usually once
you got this far things picked up.
Oh well, for once I was happy the traffic was slow as it allowed me to think
more about masturbating than driving. I couldn't help but think about what
would happen if I got in an accident now. How would I explain not wearing
anything on my bottom as I drove? The paramedics would probably be happy at
least.
As I emerged from the tunnel I was starting to tremble a bit as my pussy was
getting more and more stimulated. For a few moments I was distracted as I
turned off the exit ramp and got off the expressway onto the next road. I
immediately hit a stoplight which allowed me to focus again on my pussy. It
took three more lights, hitting every one of them red but for maybe the first
time, happy I did, before I started to cum. I was pleading for the light to
stay red as my fingers flew over my pussy and clit. It wasn't the most
spectacular orgasm but under the circumstances, it was more than adequate.
For the rest of the trip home I just cupped my soaked pussy and pressed up
against it, the pressure stimulating me just enough to feel incredible but at
the same time, subtle enough to allow me to drive the crazy streets without
killing anyone – especially me.
When I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment, I tried to pick a spot
where I wouldn't be seen so easily as I knew getting my jeans back on was
going to be interesting, to say the least. Usually I laid in bed and pulled
them up, then laying on my back sucking in my stomach as I zipped and
fastened them. In this case, I leaned the seat back as far as it would go
and struggle to get them up. Damn, my ass need a little work. Not that it
was fat, but when you wear clothes like these jeans it only takes an extra
hamburger it seems to make them all but impossible to get on.
I stood up outside the car and gave the jeans a final hitch upward. They
were ridiculously tight in the crotch and as sensitive as my clit was it all
but made me cum again when I started to walk and the material moved against
me. Fortunately it was a quick walk to my apartment and before long, I was
stripping them back off again and heading for my bed. This time I could do
it right!
Chapter 3 – Teasing Uncle Paul
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I woke the next morning and as is my custom, the first thing I did was
masturbate again. There are times when the bladder wants attention and so I
take care of that quickly, but other than that my first order of business is
to take care of business. That accomplished and feeling a bit better, I got
up and showered, taking special care when I shaved not to knick myself or
miss anything. The last thing I wanted was to have a bunch of red marks when
I showed Uncle Paul my pussy later this morning!
In deciding what to wear, I didn't choose one of my sexier outfits. The last
thing I wanted was for people in the office to see some slut walk in and go
into my uncle’s office and close the door behind her. Now THAT would have
caused some gossip, probably eventually making its way to my Aunt Julie’s
ears. No, I wanted to go unnoticed for once, blending into the office
traffic such that nobody questioned who I was or what I was doing there. It
would have been fun to wear one of my little black dresses, but they would
have certainly drawn attention.
Under other circumstance, I would have loved such attention but today was
time for one of my more conservative dresses that I had bought for teaching
school. Actually, I hadn’t even worn this one yet and so I had to remove the
tags. It came below the knees – a requirement at the conservative Christian
school where I would be teaching soon, and while not up to my neck, it
certainly didn't expose any cleavage. Short sleeves and a belt around the
waist kept it from being TOO drab but otherwise it was the sort of dress most
guys wouldn't glance at twice.
There was one difference, though, between how I would be wearing this dress
to school and what my plans were for it today. At school a bra and panties
was required. The panties I could love with but the bra requirement sucked.
Sure, there are some women who SHOULD wear a bra but if you didn't have to, I
didn't see why it had to become a requirement. Besides, I would be teaching
4-6 graders who wouldn't care one way or the other so why make me be
uncomfortable all day?
Today, however, no such requirements existed and so the dress was the ONLY
piece of clothing I was going to be wearing, in addition to my heels. Like
the lack of underwear, the heels weren’t what I would normally wear to
school. Not so much that they were a little too formal but more because I
wanted to still be able to walk at the end of the day! Standing in front of
a classroom all day in 4-inch heels isn’t something I would recommend!
Getting in my car, the first thing that came to mind was how much better it
was to wear a dress than jeans – at least so far as when you’re driving and
horny. I hadn’t even started the car when I pulled up the hem and reached
underneath to touch my bare pussy. Mmmmmmm, not THIS was the way to dress
when you drive!
I was leaving later enough to miss the morning rush hour traffic and whatever
had caused the previous day’s congestion must have been cleared out as the
traffic was humming along this morning. Just for the fun of it I played with
myself a little while driving but nothing too serious as I had to pay a lot
more attention to the road. Still, the idea of all these cars around me and
none of them knowing I was masturbating was enough to make me food and horny,
Not that I needed all that much more incentive giving my mission!
Upon reaching the parking lot I found a spot close to the door and I waited
to get out until I saw someone approaching. I got out with my purse and
quickly followed him in, just catching the door before it closed and locked
behind him. There was a second door immediately after the first and this
time he held it open for me after seeing me coming in the first one. He just
smiled at me and went on his way after I went through, giving them a quick
one-over but that was about it.
This time I knew where I was going so I made my way through the cubicles to
where the offices for the managers were. The door to my uncle’s office was
open and I just walked by quickly without entering to see if he was there.
Sure enough, he was behind his desk but there was also another guy with him,
standing up in front of the desk discussing something or another. Whatever
it was, they seemed quite animated about it.
There was a drinking fountain a few doors down and I used it as an excuse to
loiter and wait for the guy to leave my uncle’s office. Fortunately he was
out in a couple of minutes and nobody had even walked by me or taken note of
me. Quickly I made my move and stepped into Uncle Paul’s office.
“Kelly?” he asked, knowing it was me of course but at the same time he was
surprised to see me. I couldn't blame him, but that was what I had been
hoping for. “What are you doing here?”
I closed the door behind me quietly. It had a pushbutton in the center of
the round handle so I pressed it in to lock it. Then I turned to him and
grinned.
“Hi Uncle Paul,” I greeted him, “I thought you might like to see me today.
Don’t you want to see me?”
“Well... it’s just this is where I work,” he said, looking at the locked door
behind me as if expecting someone to try to break in, “What if someone saw
you here?”
“Don’t worry, nobody paid me any attention,” I assured him, “Do you like my
dress?”
“Of course, you look great... what are you doing here?” he asked again.
“I was horny this morning and I was hoping you might be able to help me,” I
said demurely.
He had a small round table in his office with four chairs, one of which I
pulled out and took a seat opposite his desk facing him. I slowly crossed my
legs, letting the hem pull up without making any effort to keep it down. It
was still just over my knees, though, so it wasn't like he got to see under
it.
“Kelly... you really should leave,” he protested weakly, his eyes now on my
legs.
I pulled the hem up, exposing my upper thigh to him almost to my butt.
“Does my dress look better like this?”
Uncle Paul’s eyes were staring at my leg now as I draped the dress over so it
fell to the side, letting my entire bare leg show to him now.
“This even better?” I teased him.
My uncle started to get up from his chair but I motioned for him to stay
sitting. He may not know it yet but he wasn’t going to get out of that chair
this morning, at least not while I was in the room, but that didn’t mean he
wouldn't get something he hadn’t been expecting.
“You know I shaved my pussy just for you this morning,” I said in as sexy a
voice as I could muster, “Want to see it?”
It was almost laughable. He seemed torn between his fear of someone finding
out what was happing and his growing lust for me. Well, I knew that all I
had to do was give more time for that lust to develop and he would be totally
mine. Yes, this was exactly what I wanted – he was under my control already!
I uncrossed my legs and pulled my dress up to expose my crotch. His eyes
followed as I reached down and started to touch myself.
“I masturbated so hard this morning thinking about your Uncle Paul,” I said
as I touched my pussy for him to watch, “Do you want to watch me do it
again?”
Poor Uncle Paul. Just a few minutes ago he’d been going at it with someone
about some design of something and suddenly now he had his niece masturbating
in front of him. Wow, talk about a change in plans for him!
“Watch me Uncle Paul... I want you to watch me do myself for you.”
Masturbating alone is always fun but masturbating with an audience just makes
it that much better. I saw he was shifting in his chair, probably trying to
rearrange his dick as it swelled in his pants. I put my fingers in my mouth,
sucking on them like they were little dicks, exaggerating my movements for
him to watch me.
I had earlier planned to strip naked but judging from his reaction, he was
plenty turned on now with me just exposing my pussy. For a guy with a wife
and two daughters that all have impressive racks, he certainly didn't seem
that interested in boobs. Maybe he got enough looks at home?
“Oh Uncle Paul, it feels so good, I remember how you fucked me... you felt so
good inside of me,” I said softly so nobody outside his office would hear.
I went on and on, telling him how much I loved him fucking me and how much I
loved sucking his dick and having him cum all over me. I kept hoping he
would pull his dick out and start masturbating too but al her did was rub
himself through his pants. As horny as he was, the threat of having to
answer the door or something was obviously too much for him to go that far.
It was just as I had fantasized about. I loved masturbating in front of him,
hearing the people go by his office, the muted tones of their voices as they
walked by completely oblivious as to what I was doing just a couple of feet
away from them. I loved the way Uncle Paul was looking at me, the lust
obvious on his face, his hand pressing down on his crotch where his dick must
have been dying to be set free. At this moment he would have done anything I
asked but first I wanted to get myself off.
When I finally came it was all I could do not to cry out and alert the entire
building that Kelly was having an orgasm while her uncle watched. I watched
my Uncle Paul as I came, telling him how good I felt and how much I loved to
cum while he watched me. He wanted to fuck me, I could see it I his eyes and
I knew all I had to do was say the magic words and he would have his pants
down in a heartbeat for me to sit on his erect cock.
Yet as much as I would have liked to have done that was well, it was because
he DID want it so bad that I denied him the pleasure of fucking me. He would
get to fuck me sooner or later, but for now he needed to understand who was
in control.
After I had cum I got up and let the dress fall back down again, covering
myself again. I walked over to get behind his desk and sure enough, the
swelling under his pants impossible to miss. I reached down and press my
hand on his dick, rubbing it just enough to show him my intentions – or at
least what he undoubtedly HOPED were my intentions.
“You want to fuck me, don't you Uncle Paul,” I teased, “You want to fuck me
now, have me sit on your hard cock and let your dick fill my cunt. Isn’t
that what you want?”
He started to nod but that wasn't good enough for me.
“Say it Uncle Paul... tell me what you want.”
He groaned, as if I was torturing him and in a way, I guess you could say I
was. His dick had to be ready to burst by now as the smell of my wet pussy
must have been in his nostrils. I reached under my dress and wet my fingers,
this time putting them to his lips and his tongue eagerly reached out to
taste me.
“You want my cunt, don’t you Uncle Paul? You like the way I taste when I
cum, don't you?”
“Oh god I want to fuck you so bad,” he moaned, reaching out for me. I
stepped back, the look of surprise on his face was immediate.
“Not here... not now,” I said with an evil smile, “I want you to take me home
and fuck me there.”
“You want me to go to your place?” he said, his voice a little high with his
lust that was still in full gear.
“No silly, not MY place,” I corrected him, “I want you to take me to YOUR
home.”
This was it, the moment I had been waiting for. This was the moment that
would define our relationship, the moment when everything would be
determined. If HE was in control, he would insist on ravaging me now, here
in his office while his erection was controlling his actions. He wouldn’t
take no for an answer and her certainly wouldn't take me to his house to fuck
me. On the other hand, if I was in control, then he would accept not fucking
me, however begrudged, and cave in to my demand that he take me home with
him.
“Right now?” he asked, the look on his face was priceless.
With that I knew I’d won. I was in control. Uncle Paul was now my puppet
and I could make him do anything. It wouldn’t have meant so much had it not
been for the first time we were together but today was going to make up for
that – and a lot more in the process.
“Well, if you want to fuck me then yes, right now,” I answered.
God, it was probably just as hard for me to turn down his hard dick right now
as it was for him to have to delay fucking me. After having just cum the
thing I wanted so bad was to sit on that dick in front of me and feel it up
inside of me. I wanted to ride him and make him cum in me, right here in the
middle of his office. If he only knew how badly I wanted him to fuck me
right now he would know that all he had to do was push a little harder and I
would have given in. So many guys make that “mistake” where they give up too
soon, not realizing how the girl really feels inside, not understanding that
she is just as horny as he is and wants it just as badly. Yet because I
could control myself better than him, at least for this long, I was the one
on control.
Uncle Paul pushed a button on his phone and some secretary answered. He told
her that he would be taking a long lunch today but that he would be returning
later in the afternoon. I smoothed out my dress and gathered my purse. As I
got ready to leave I mentioned he might want to spray some air freshener as I
was pretty sure the place had to smell like sex as hard as I had masturbated.
I glanced down and saw the chair I had been sitting on had a small wet spot
under where my pussy had cum so I moved it to the back and positioned another
chair in its place. Then with a wink and a smile I walked out and headed
back to my car without a word to anyone else in the place.
Out in the parking lot I waited for Uncle Paul and in a few minutes he came
out the door. At first I think he was expecting me to ride with him but I
knew had I done that we might never make it out of the parking lot as horny
as I was so I chose to drive behind him.
Chapter 4 – Fucking Uncle Paul
==============================
It was only about fifteen minutes to their place where he opened both garage
doors so I could park where Aunt Julie usually did. I guess he didn't want
the neighbors to notice he was home during the day, and especially not to
notice a second car was there or to see me get out. He was probably right to
be cautious as I imagined it would be hard for him to explain to Aunt Julie
if someone told her about all this. He closed the doors as soon as we were
inside and as soon as I got out he was there waiting for me.
“OK, you’ve got your way and we’re here. Now let me fuck you!” he exclaimed
and I think had I allowed him to, he would have turned me around and fucked
me on the car hood right then and there. That wasn't my plan, though, so I
pushed him away and smiled.
“I want you to fuck me in your bed,” I insisted, “Fuck me where you fuck Aunt
Julie.”
He was so hot and bothered he didn't even bother to protest. I think I
could’ve asked him to fuck me on the front lawn right now and he would have
done it, anything to get his dick in me. What he didn't know was how badly I
wanted it too but there was no way he was going to ever know about THAT. We
hurried up to the bedroom where again he reached for me and yet again I
pushed him away.
“Now what?” he whined, like a little boy being denied his candy yet again.
“Take off your clothes and get in bed,” I instructed him.
He huffed and unbuttoned his dress shirt and then quickly dropped his pants
and underwear to the floor, taking off his socks at the same time. It was
all I could do not to reach out grab his dick as it popped free finally. It
was just as hard and ready to go as I knew it would be. I couldn't wait to
get it in my mouth and pussy but there were other things that I needed to do
first to complete my plan.
“Well?” he asked as he laid on his back on the bed over the covers, his dick
standing up on its own all nice and rigid. Clearly he was expecting me to
strip and join him and I would indeed do that – in due time.
“Jerk off for me,” I demanded, “Show me how bad you want to fuck me.”
He looked at me like he was surprised at my demand and then he seemed to
hesitate so I asked, “What’s the matter, haven’t you ever done it front of
anyone before?”
It really wasn't all that surprising when he shook his head, looking a little
meek actually as if he was embarrassed. Was he embarrassed because he had
never done it or because I wanted him to do it for me?
“C’mon, I did it for you so now you do it for me,” I said firmly, “I want to
see your jerking that dick for me... show me hot horny I make you.”
What I really wanted to say was, “Will you hurry up and jerk off so you can
fuck me!” It wasn't so much that I wanted to watch him masturbate, it was
that I wanted to watch him do it because I demanded that he do it. Obviously
he had never done it front of his wife which wasn't all that uncommon form
most men I knew. They seem to LOVE watching me do myself but when the shoe
is on the other foot, then all of a sudden it becomes a problem. I didn't
expect him to cum, just prove to me that he would do whatever I asked if he
wanted to fuck me.
He wanted me. I smiled as his right hand gripped his dick and started to
stroke himself. Actually, I think it’s good to watch a man jerk off as it
helps me to understand what gets him off and lets me be a better cocksucker.
If only men would pay more attention to the technique I use when they see me
masturbate and not just get off from the experience then they might do a
better job of touching and licking me. Oh well, I’m not holding my breath
for THAT to ever happen.
As he stroked himself I rewarded him by slowly undressing, unzipping the
dress behind me and letting it fall to the floor, stepping out of it while
keeping my heels on. I don't know why, but men seem to love to fuck me when
I wear my shoes. It doesn’t even have to be heels! I’ve had guys ask me to
keep my sneakers on because it turned them on for me to have nothing on but
my shoes when they fucked me. Go figure...
God his dick looked delicious! I loved the way it stretched out as he pulled
on it and it seemed so nice and hard in his grip. He didn't seem to be
intimidated anymore about masturbating in front of me and actually seemed to
be enjoying it now. Who knows, maybe Aunt Julie might have a surprise for
her next time they have sex! I was about to get on the bed when I noticed a
pile of clothes on the master bathroom floor, evidently being sorted out for
laundry later. There was a small pile that was destined for the ‘delicate
cycle” with her underwear and nightgowns. A naughty thought came to mind and
I made a detour for the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” Uncle Paul called out.
I turned and noticed he hadn’t stopped jerking off – a good sign. I just
smiled and held up my finger to indicate I would only be a minute and quickly
sorted through the small pile. I chose a plain white bra and pair of pink
nylon panties and held them up for him to see. Uncle Paul look confused at
first and then his mouth dropped open when he saw my intentions for them as I
snapped the bra together in front of me and then twisted it around and put my
arms through this traps. The bra was way too big for me but it really didn't
matter. Likewise, the panties were also so large as to barely hang on to my
hips and so I had to hold them up as I crawled into bed beside him.
“Why are you wearing those?” he asked.
I noticed his stroking had diminished after I lay next to him as his
attention shifted more to me but still, he hadn’t stopped completely. For a
guy who had never jerked off in front of anyone before, he seemed to have
caught on pretty quickly!
“Well, if you’re going to fuck me in your wife’s house, in her bedroom, and
on her bed... don't you think I should be wearing her clothes?” I replied, as
if it were the most logical thing in the world for me to do.
“You are SO naughty,” he said with a grin, “So does it turn you on to wear
your aunt’s dirty underwear?”
Actually, so far as I was concerned it would have been better to wear
something out of her dresser that was clean. Smelling women’s dirty panties
wasn't on my top ten list of things to do by a long shot although I knew a
lot of men who seemed to get off from it. Heck, I could have probably made a
fortune over the years selling my used underwear to guys on the Internet if
the number of requests I’ve had for them was an indication. But back to
Uncle Paul, I knew it would make it all the more naughty for him to fuck me
if I was wearing his wife’s undergarments and the next time she wore them, I
bet I knew what he would be thinking!
“God I want to fuck you so bad,” he said for the umpteenth time today.
I was sure that had I just hopped on board he would have been more than happy
just to get his dick in me and fuck me without any further delay. As horny
as I was, it didn’t sound like such a bad idea but then I was here for more
than just my own pleasure today so I needed to stay on course. Besides, as
tempting as his dick had been looking all this time while he had been jerking
off, I wanted to have a bit of it first anyway.
“I’m gonna suck your dick first,” I told him in a no-nonsense, no-debate tone
of voice.
My horny uncle didn't even try to argue but then it wasn't like it was THAT
bad of an alternative to fucking me, at least for now. I scooted down the
bed alongside him until I could reach over and get his dick in my mouth. He
held it by the base as I sucked the head to start, alternately sucking it and
then running my tongue around it and then sucking it again.
“God you know how to do that so good,” he groaned as I took more and more of
him in my mouth each time, twisting my head around his dick as I bobbed up
and down on his shaft.
I loved the feel of his hard cock in my mouth, all warm and firm yet smooth
and soft as well. The head felt so smooth and I loved to lick along the
underside of the crown. Uncle Paul seemed to like it as well, his hips
jerking reflexively whenever I would do that and then suddenly take it in my
mouth and suck hard.
Had it been up to me, I would suck his dick all afternoon like this. He felt
so good in my mouth as my hand caressed his hairy balls, gently rolling them
between my fingers as I played with his pubic hair. If there was ever a time
I was in control of a man, this was it. One little bite and he would be in
excruciating pain and a little harder might injure him for life. When is a
man ever more under the control of a woman than when she has her mouth and
teeth around his dick?
One thing I was worried about and that was him cumming too soon. My dad was
getting to the age where repeat performances took longer and longer. Uncle
Paul was eight years older and I imagined he was probably the equivalent of a
musket loader – one shot and then a lot of work to reload. If I went too far
and he came in my mouth, then the odds of him fucking me anytime soon would
be pretty remote. If there was anything I wanted to be sure of this time
with him, it was that I wanted him to cum inside my pussy and NOT all over me
or in my mouth. This time I wanted to be the one who got it where she wanted
it.
So with that in mind, after I’d sucked him for a while I figured it was time
to let him fuck me before he couldn't hold back anymore. Again, my decision
in this matter was determined by my desire to be in control so once I’d
dropped his dick from my mouth I moved to mount him. Straddling his waist on
my knees, I lifted myself up as high as I could and reached down with one
hand to grab his dick and with the other I pulled Aunt Julie’s panties to the
side. They were so loose on me it was a lot easier than when I did it with
my own panties (yes, I DO wear them at times!). I looked down at him and saw
he was staring at my crotch, watching his dick as I positioned it in place
under my pussy hole.
“NOW you can fuck me,” I declared with a grin.
I don't know who was more relieved a those words, him or me. Sure he was
horny and wanted to fuck me but I was extremely horny as well and I would be
willing to bet I wanted his dick in me just as much, if not more, than he
did. With that, I lowered myself down onto him, his cock sliding easily up
inside of me as wet as I was from everything so far.
I don’t really know how many times I’ve been fucked in my life. I use to
keep a sort of record but stopped a couple of years ago when it just didn't
seem worth the effort. I would imagine it has to be somewhere in the 200’s,
maybe 300’s if you count all the parties. Yet no matter how many times I’ve
done it, there is still something special about the first time a guy’s dick
enters me when we are having sex. It’s like I have been craving it and
wanting it so badly and then suddenly it’s in me, this warm solid fleshy
thing deep up inside of me. It’s like the missing piece to a crossword
puzzle is finally put into place as I’m made complete and whole, like my
pussy was missing something without a dick to fill it.
As Uncle Paul’s dick filled me, I don't know who gasped louder – him or me.
I didn’t take him all at once but rather just the head at first. The I
slowly swiveled my hips, rotating around him causing my pussy to move around
on his dick and at the same time, causing his dick to press all around just
inside of my pussy hole entrance where it was the most sensitive. As I
continued, I dropped down a little bit more over time until finally I’d
literally ‘screwed” my way onto his cock and my smooth crotch met up with his
hairy one.
“God you’re so fucking tight,” he gasped as I gripped his dick with my pussy,
squeezing down on him as hard as I could.
I leaned over him, my hands flat on his chest. My boobs weren’t really held
al that firmly by the oversized bra so they hung down and moved as I started
to rock slowly on Uncle Paul’s dick inside of me. Normally if I was still
wearing a bra by this time the guy would be practically ripping it off of me
but as I’d observed before, Uncle Paul wasn't all that into boobs so he
didn’t seem to pay much attention to them, focusing all his energy on his
dick in me instead – not necessarily all that bad either.
It felt so good to be fucked. I closed my eyes as I rocked back and forth,
savoring the intense feelings shooting through me when his dick slid in and
out of me. I reached down and started to play with my clit as I lifted my
butt up and then dropped back down to drive his cock in and out of me faster
than I could do by just rocking. I could imagine what my aunt would say if
for some reason she came home early on a Friday and found her husband fucking
her niece in her own bed – wearing her underwear at that! Well, THAT would
certainly bring a new meaning to the phrase, “family reunion”.
Uncle Paul was holding my by the hips now, helping me to bob up and down his
cock using my pussy to stimulate his cock. He kept telling me how much he
loved his dick in me, how much he wanted to fuck me over and over and over
again. Normally I like to get in a little dirty talk of my own but today I
let him do all the talking. I was the one in control so there was no need
for me to do anything more for him than to let his dick inside of me.
Suddenly he came. I have to admit it was a little bit of a surprise for me
as I’m usually pretty good at being able to tell when a man is about to cum.
Uncle Paul gasped and then I felt him jerk up against me and then there was
that faint telltale bloom of warmth inside of me that told me his cum was
being pumped into me. Sometimes I can’t even feel that much but today I
could tell each time he ejaculated inside of me. He came fast and furious,
humping under me as he shot me full of his sperm. When he finished he just
collapsed but I wasn't done yet so I sat down on his spent dick and played
faster with my pussy, determined to cum myself.
It took a few minutes before and I could feel his cum beginning to leak out
of me when finally I came – and came hard. His dick was still me when I
came, a bit deflated now but still it was where it counted – in my pussy. I
gushed cum, mixed with his own as I sat up straight, mesmerized by the
intensity of the orgasm I was having as my pussy gripped his semi-flaccid
cock. Finally I just had to lean forward and lay on his chest, his dick
barely staying in me as I did.
“Did you cum Kelly?” he asked expectantly.
Those famous last words of every guy after sex. It’s like they have to make
a girl cum to prove their manliness or something. I enjoy an orgasm just as
much as the next girl but it isn’t a failure to me if I don’t cum during the
act of sex with a guy. Sometimes I masturbate afterwards and cum then,
sometimes later when I get home. I LOVE sucking cock and I LOVE being fucked
so whether or not I cum isn’t a major factor in determining how much I
enjoyed myself but try and tell that to a guy!
Of course I did what every girl does when a guy asks him that question - I
nodded and smiled at him. Then I rolled over and felt what remained of his
soft dick in me flop out of my pussy. I felt suddenly empty somehow, like
something had been taken from me. We both laid there for a while and I
thought he might fall asleep as I absentmindedly played with myself.
“Shit, I have to get back to the office and Julie might be home soon... it IS
Friday you know and she usually gets off early.”
Speaking of Aunt Julie getting off... my mind was in the gutter now so I knew
it was time to get going. I got out of bed and removed Aunt Julie’s
clothing. I noted with a hint of satisfaction that her panties had a fresh
stain on them – a mixture of her husband’s cum mixed together with her
niece’s. If only she would know... but THAT wasn't going to happen although
it was fun to think about.
Uncle Paul dressed hurriedly. It only took a second for me to step into my
dress after which Uncle Paul was thoughtful enough to zip it up for me. My
hair was a wreck but I quickly straightened it out enough to be presentable.
Uncle Paul tried to straighten out the bed covers. It was probably a good
thing for him I’d stayed on top as otherwise who knows how he would have
dealt with the cum stains. Neither of us spoke, I guess there wasn't all
that much for us to say to one another now that we’d finished fucking.
As we went into the garage, he turned to me and started to say something. I
really didn't want to hear anything from him. I KNEW he’d enjoyed it and I
really didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I had as
well. I’d achieved my goals for the day and it was time to leave him. No
doubt he was already thinking about the next time he would fuck me but little
did he know the odds of that were about zero. Of course, that is what I said
the first time he’d fucked me and look what had happened today!
As I drove away, I lifted yup the dress and felt my pussy. What a mess! I
was leaking sperm and after catching some of it on my fingers I pulled them
up to my mouth for a taste. Mmmmmmm, now THIS was the way to eat and drive!
Maybe since I was wearing the dress this time I might get lucky and run into
some traffic congestion ahead!
Postlude
========
I DID tell me dad about what I’d done with his brother as I felt too guilty
keeping a secret from him like that. However, he never mentioned anything
about my mom and my uncle so I never did either. Does he know what they did?
I don't know and I’m not sure I WANT to know! All I know if I felt
vindicated after spending the day with Uncle Paul. My place in the universe
has been restored, so to speak, and now I can truly go without fucking him
again since the last time was completely on my terms.
Who controls your relationships?
Are you sure????
THE END
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