About Mary

This is a story about my wife, Mary. At first, I didn't find the stories about what her uncle did to her exciting, but over time I have come to understand her better, and find her own excitement makes the stories exciting to me, too. Perhaps others will find the stories exciting, as well.

Let me tell a bit about my wife, to start. She is 5'3" tall, and about 110 pounds, I think. She never weighs herself, so I can only guess. She has what she fondly calls itty bitty titties, with a bra size of 32A. Her nipples stand out proudly when she is excited, nearly half an inch from her cute little breasts. She has long brown hair, down to about her waist, and she usually wears her hair loose. She is as cute as a woman can be, and her smile excites almost every man she meets, I am sure.

Her first exposure to sex was in the summer of '64, when she was 9 years old. Yes, it shouldn't have happened, but it did. It’s an age old story about a friendly uncle taking advantage of an innocent young, very young, niece. I don't really know anything about her uncle. Her only recollections are that he seemed very tall and very big, to her. She remembers very well what he did, and what she felt, but not much about the man himself. Certainly the abuse has been a problem for her. She has been through counseling about it. She tells me she has learned her trauma over the incident seems to have been over her own feelings about the abuse. She enjoyed it, and found it exciting, and as she grew older and found out just how morally wrong it was for her uncle to have done what he did, she began to feel her own feelings about the abuse made her a bad person. Thankfully many years ago she learned to accept her own feelings, and, by and large, stop worrying about how the world dictates she should feel. I’m not a psychologist, and I certainly don’t understand my wife, but she does enjoy me writing about her sexual adventures, and she finds the stories I write very exciting, and she would like me to share her stories with others.

So, now I will share this story with you, as a start.

In the summer of '64 Mary was over playing at her uncle’s farm, with her two sisters. Mary had just turned nine years old the month before. She was the middle child of three girls. So far as my wife knows, her uncle never did anything with the other two girls, but he obviously did have an interest in her, given what happened between them. It was summer, hot and dry, and when she went into the house to get a drink of water, her uncle followed her inside. He was friendly, as he always had been toward her, and helpful. He got her a glass, and filled it with water, and watched her as she drank. Mary remembers smiling at him between gulps of water, and that he moved very close to her while she drank. She wasn't afraid, but did think it was odd. Then, when she set the glass down next to the sink, her uncle reached down and hugged her, and with one hand he cupped her cute little butt through her skirt. He smiled at her, looked her in the eyes, and said he would like her to come with him to the back porch. The back porch was a closed in porch which was away from where the other girls where playing.

When they got to the porch, Mary sat on a bench along the wall, and her uncle sat in a chair he pulled up in front of her. He was telling her what a beautiful little girl she was, and how much he would love to touch her. She was confused, but she wasn't frightened. Her uncle leaned over and began kissing her on the forehead, while he ran his hands up and down her legs. His big hands slowly slid up higher and higher on her thighs, until his fingers were slipping over, and under, the sides of her little panties each time his hands ran up her legs. He was kissing her cheeks, just barely touching the edges of her lips with his tongue, and gently kissing her ears and her eyes, then again kissing her on the cheeks, while gently licking the corners of her mouth. Mary told me she was sure, by then, he was doing something he shouldn't be doing, but she wasn't afraid. She told me she was just waiting to see what her uncle would do. When I asked her more about her reactions to what her uncle was doing to her, she told me she thinks she was actually a little excited, and didn't think of trying to stop her uncle.

Then her uncle settled on gently licking her lips for a while. Mary remembers very well how gentle her uncle was, how his touches were soft and caressing, and said it made her feel what was happening was somehow OK. While he licked her lips, and ran his tongue over her little lips, up and down, side to side, his hands slowly, ever so slowly, caught the sides of her panties and began pulling them down. Mary says she remembers, very vividly, raising her little butt up off the bench to allow her uncle to pull her panties down her thighs, without her uncle even suggesting it. She has no idea why she did it, but she did.

Her uncle slowly slid her panties down to her ankles, and his tongue was slowly pushing harder and harder against her lips, until he was licking along her lips and pushing her lips apart, and licking her teeth. She opened her mouth a little, and he proceeded to push his tongue between her teeth, and against her own tongue. Then he went back to just licking her lips, around and around, while his hands slowly, very slowly, pushed her knees apart. She didn't resist at all. She had no idea what French kissing was, or what was going on, but she was willing to sit and let her uncle do what he was doing.

After a while her uncle began pushing his tongue into her mouth again. Mary remembers she had not closed her mouth after she had opened it that little bit for his tongue, earlier. Her uncle had been licking her lips gently, around in circles, around her open lips. Then, while he licked her teeth again, and she opened her mouth a bit more, and he licked her tongue freely, strongly, insistently, she felt his thumbs begin to massage her labia, up and down her little crotch, from beside her clitoris down to her little butthole. She told me she couldn't remember what his tongue was doing any more, in her mouth, when his thumbs began massaging her crotch. She very much remembers him touching her butthole with his thumbs, and then she was fixated on how he was moving his thumbs up and down along her slit, and moving his thumbs closer and closer together as they moved up and down. Soon his thumbs were gently spreading her labia, and pushing ever so gently just a little ways into the opening of her vagina. Then his thumbs rubbed right over her clitoris. She tells me she remembers this almost as though it was yesterday. She didn't know anything about her own anatomy, or that she had a clitoris "down there", or what it was called, but she certainly felt it when he touched it.

Her uncle began concentrating on her clitoris, rubbing over it constantly. Mary slid her butt forward a little after just a few seconds of his constant rubbing of her clitoris, but his hands held her up. She remembers being very excited during this. Her mouth was wide open by then, and her uncle was gently sucking on her tongue. Then he broke the kiss, and began kissing her cheeks again, then her neck. He ever so gently feathered kisses across her neck, left to right, right to left, while he gently rubbed over her clitoris, with one thumb on each side of her little nub, and then with one thumb above her nub while the other rubbed against her nub from below.

At this point Mary began jerking, her stomach tightening and her legs where straining to straighten out, and she was afraid something was wrong with her. Her uncle stopped kissing her neck and told her not to worry, that what was happening was perfectly natural, and she was just reacting as she should to being touched. He told her she was having an orgasm. Before I married Mary, and heard her story, I would have guessed a 9 year old girl couldn't have an orgasm. I didn't experience my own first orgasm until I was 11 years old. Mary assures me she was having an orgasm. It was mild, but it was real.

Her uncle then kissed her lips all around her mouth, gently continuing to stroke her clitoris with one thumb, and began to push his other thumb just a little ways into her vagina, again. He was slowly stroking in and out of her tiny vagina, just barely entering the opening, when he leaned over and whispered in her ear that he was going to lick her crotch, and he was sure she would enjoy it. Then he moved his hands down to her knees, and pushed outward on her knees. Her ankles were held together by her panties, but her knees could spread quite a bit. Mary remembers that while her uncle was slipping off the chair to sit on the floor she slid forward so her butt was just at the edge of the bench. She remembers watching her uncle lift her short dress up and begin kissing her thighs. He started high up on her thighs, and, quickly, was licking her labia. He licked her butthole, and licked up each side of her vagina. Then he licked her clitoris, and sucked the little bud into his mouth. She pushed herself down harder as he sucked on her clitoris, and began jerking again. This time she wasn't worried, and just enjoyed the sensations. After all, her uncle had told her it was normal. Mary tells me she remembers this second orgasm was quite a bit stronger than the first one.

Her uncle held her knees, and continued to suck on her nub while she jerked, until she settled down. While she was sitting there waiting to see what would happen next her uncle said something, with his mouth still in her crotch, his head still under her short dress, which she didn't understand, but she was too satisfied from her orgasm to even be concerned about what he may have said. After Mary had rested a little while, her uncle removed his hands from her knees, but kept licking her vagina softly. She kept her knees spread as far as she could, and her uncle kept gently licking her, moving his tongue into her vagina, and then down to her butthole, and back up to her vagina, then to her clitoris, and back downward again. She kept sinking lower and pushing harder into her uncle's mouth, and enjoyed the sensations.

Soon Mary began tightening her butt in rhythm with her uncle's tongue dipping in and out of the opening to her vagina, and his sucking on her clitoris. She began flexing her stomach and thighs along with her butt, and began shaking in another orgasm. She remembers her uncle kept licking and sucking on her while she had her third orgasm, and this one went on for a long time. She remembers pushing her little pussy onto her uncle's tongue, as best she could, over and over. When she began to relax, her uncle stopped sucking on her clitoris, but kept licking her vagina for a little while longer. Then he just pushed his nose into her little pussy, and made some groaning noises. She sat up and looked, but couldn't tell what was going on. Soon he told her he was having an orgasm too, and he really enjoyed it. Then he gently began tonguing her vagina a little, while he moved around. In retrospect she is now sure he was busy cleaning up a little and doing up his jeans at that time.

After a few minutes he got up and sat on the chair again, and asked her if she enjoyed him doing these things to her, but she didn't say anything, and just sat there, legs spread wide, with her panties at her ankles, watching her uncle. He slowly pulled her panties up into place, covering her little sex, and gave her a long French kiss. Then he told her he really hoped she enjoyed herself. He told her he certainly enjoyed himself, and he wanted to do it again. Mary told me she still didn't say anything, then, but by the time she got home that evening she was already looking forward to the next time she got to go visit her uncle's farm.