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
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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
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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 at 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 though 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 nick 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 all 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
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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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