Three Weeks with Uncle Tom

Three Weeks With Uncle Tom

Emma, me, 18

Uncle Tom, 41

So, here's the scenario. I'm 18 and just finished school and waiting to go to college. My dad wants to go on a three weeks honeymoon with his second wife. Yeah, THREE WEEKS! And he doesn't want me on my own at home during my summer break. So he's arranged with his elder brother Uncle Tom for me to stay with.

How great is THAT gonna be for me with an elderly man living on his own? I mean he's like in his 40s; AND during my summer break, away from my friends. GROAN.

I don't really know him, hardly ever spoken with him. SUPER GROAN.

I stared out the window of the car with a sigh. At least the weather was good. And it felt good to be wearing a loose summer dress instead of the restrictive regimental school uniform. I had the window down in the car and with the feeling of the warm wind on my face allowed myself to smile.

Also thankfully I'd finished my periods yesterday. How embarrassing would it have been to explain my period pains to basically a stranger -- a man?! So that's another thing to be thankful for and smile about.

As we arrived at Uncle Tom's house my despair only grew, it became apparent that his house was so remote from anything.

"Hi, young lady, you must be Emma! Welcome!" he said.

I extended my arm out of courtesy, but he hugged me instead, right tightly as it happens; I could feel my breasts press flat on his chest. That was strange, a bit familiar from someone I hardly had spoken with, I thought. And was that twang of my bra strap accidental as his hand travelled uncomfortably all over my back?

"Let's get you to your room so you can unpack and settle in," he said as we waved goodbye to my father driving away.

Going upstairs he carried both my suitcases. He was a big tall man, bulky but not fat and decent looking for an old man, I guess. But I did notice his eyes lingering on my breasts. They ARE my best features, I believe. They are C-cup but they do stand out against my smaller 5" 4" frame. I guess I'm not actually chubby, but not skinny neither, just filled out, giving me a nice soft look, not boney at all.

"This will be your room. It's big and clean. Hope you like it," he said leading the way into the bedroom. "I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Uncle Tom," I said, trying to sound grateful as he left the room. After all he WAS going out of his way disrupting his normal life to take in a relative stranger; and he'd probably never taken care of a teenager before. Well, he doesn't have any kids of his own, does he?

I sat down on the bed and sighed. No idea what I was going to do for THREE whole weeks out in the countryside.

After taking stock of my situation I decided to just get on with the unpacking and later speak with Uncle Tom to see what's to do here.

As I started to unpack Uncle Tom returned.

"Unpacking? Good. There should be enough space for all your things," he said cheerfully.

Then, to my surprise he opened the second suitcase and was hanging up my clothes in the cupboard and making small talk! I thought that was odd. I felt awkward. I wanted to tell him I can manage but I couldn't decide the words to use without sounding rude. I was thankful he took me in, it won't be easy for him I thought having a teenager in his house - a girl at that - when he was so used to living alone.

But then I nearly choked when I saw in his hands my underwear! He was handling my underwear and putting them in the chest of draws! And was it my imagination or was he pausing a second to feel and look at my panties and bras before putting them away? Words of protests formed in my mouth... but they wouldn't come out.

He was so casual about it whilst still continuing to talk about his life, completely oblivious to my discomfort - I think it was about his life, but I couldn't hear him, my mind was on what he was DOING, not saying.

Eventually he said, "There, all done! If you need anything, just shout."

"Urm, thank you," I said haltingly, sounding unsure.

"Everything alright?" he asked with a big cheerful smile.

"Yes, yes. Thank you. But... but you needn't have troubled yourself," I finally found my voice.

"Nonsense. The least I could do."

And then he was gone from the room, and I breathed a sigh of relief. No, I felt I could now actually breathe; and I took deep relieving breaths. Eventually I finished packing from the suitcase I was unpacking from and set about becoming familiar with the room.

But then, after a while he walked in again, this time closing the door and sat down next to me on the bed; I was taking off my socks. I had one foot up across my other thigh, so I quickly put that down, thinking he could see up my dress.

"I hope you'll like it here," he started.

"Th... Thank you for having me," I felt obliged to say.

"You know, we've never really talked much before but I've seen you grow. You were such a lovely, cute little girl, bouncing around carefree. And SO pretty, like a doll, a real walking talking doll."

My eyebrows rose. Strange way to talk, I thought. "Thank you, Uncle Tom." What else could I say to that? But he had at least noticed me before.

"In fact, you're still SO pretty, but in a grown up sort of way," he continued, putting a finger under my chin, lifting my face. "Skin so smooth, soft and clear."

He ran a gentle finger across my chin, making me shiver a little. Then he ran his fingers through my hair.

"You have an extraordinarily dark, silky smooth shiny hair. It contrasts so starkly against your light skin. Yup, a true doll."

I didn't know what to say. No one's ever talked to me like this. It was so overwhelming.

"Let me take a good look at you," he said putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me towards him.

He had such a calm, gentle face with a lovely smile... but then why was I feeling... feeling uneasy?

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

"You MUST have a boyfriend. There must be a line of boys trying to be your suitor. I know I would be first in line if I was your age," he said with a loud jovial laugh.

That made me smile and relaxed me a bit. "You're just being silly." The words came out of my mouth even before I knew I was going to say them.

"I guess so. But there's nothing silly about these," he said as his right hand slid down from my shoulder to fully cup my left breast over my dress.

I stopped breathing.

"These are serious, making you look all grownup, no longer a little girl," he said as his smile faded and his fingers closed around the roundness, gently squeezing my tit.

Then, I felt his hand slowly and quite deliberately glide all over my breast, feeling its roundness. I could tell that with his fingertips he was tracing and feeling for the features of my bra cup -- the seams, the lace pattern, etc. -- through the thin dress.

"Yes, you're now old enough to need underwired bras," he said as his fingers traveled under the bra cup, over the said underwire.

I was too stunned to speak or move. The sudden change of events took me by surprise as he felt me up. My eyes flicked to the bedroom door. It was closed.

"Un... Uncle T... Tom?" I struggled to speak as I eventually found my voice and I looked down questioningly at his roving hand, then back up at his face.

I knew my breasts were quite prominent on my slightly smaller body. Like I said before they were only C-cup but on my body they stood out very noticeably, especially with the right bra. On occasions I felt proud to show them off with low-cut or tight fitting tops, even felt glad I was not flat-chested like some of the girls in school. Though other times they were annoying, especially when boys at school commented on them or kept staring at them... even some of the teachers! Some of them even tried to grab them... boys, not the teachers.

I had actually allowed one or two boys to touch them, but not like the way Uncle Tom was feeling me up.

I tried to feebly push his hand away and get up, but I felt too weak; and anyway his left arm was now around my shoulder, weighing me down and holding me in place on the bed.

Then he felt up my other breast, exploring the contours in a similar way.

I was confused, my breathing elevated. I felt alone. Then his hand began to undo the buttons at the front of my dress.

Oh my gosh, what's he doing?!

"Un... Uncle Tom?" My heart rate and breathing increased noticeably.

He didn't say anything until he had undone enough buttons to allow him to get his hand inside my dress to feel me up like that. Then he undid most of the front buttons to open up my dress and see my bra.

"Really lovely, Emma. Your bra really lifts your breasts; and the black lace, like your black hair, contrasts wonderfully against your white skin." He said this as he slipped my dress off both my shoulders.

This was so embarrassing; I'd never been exposed like this in front of a male before. A kind of curiosity at the back of my mind had always wanted to see how it would feel to expose myself like this to a boy I liked, to see how he'd react to my body, like any young girl would wonder looking for validation. What would a boy think about my breasts? But this was different. I tried to pull up the dress but he stopped me, his big bulk intimidating me now, elevating my breathing further.

Both his hands were now on my breasts, this time exploring directly over my bra, then sliding behind to the bra clasp.

It was then I tried to get up, getting scared. "Uncle Tom? No," I protested. But my struggles were useless against his heavier build. He leaned in and kissed me, taking me by surprise. This was no young fumbling boy kiss like I had once or twice before, this felt like a proper grown-up kiss. It took my breath away! He even put his tongue in my mouth. GROSS! My breaths were now shallow and coming fast.

I didn't know what was happening, his mouth was all over my lips and face, kissing me everywhere. I didn't even realize he'd taken my bra off until his face lowered to kiss my breast and take one of my nipples in his mouth. I GASPED! That felt electric! I never knew my nipple was SO sensitive. That having it sucked would feel SO GOOD! For a moment I stopped struggling, debilitated by the wonderful electricity spreading all through my body like of which I'd never felt before.

I sat on the bed letting him do what he wanted. He licked and sucked and hungrily attacked my breasts; making me pant and gasp with open mouth.

"Magnificent!" I think I heard him say. "Emma, your breasts are simply magnificent. What a wonderful thing for an 18year old girl to have."

I didn't even know I was now lying on the bed until he was tugging my dress and sliding it off my legs. I felt completely exposed even though I still had my panties on. I actually felt naked. My silly attempts at using my arms and crossing my legs to somehow cover me were comical.

As I lay there on the bed in a dazed state he was rapidly taking his clothes off. VERY rapidly.

He was saying things like "You look so beautiful. I always noticed you growing up. You're the prettiest in the family." But it felt like a dream, I wasn't really hearing him.

I nearly shrieked... no, I think I actually DID shriek when I saw his GIANT thing pop out of his underwear and bob menacingly in my direction. JESUS CHRIST, that thing looked SO big, hard, thick and scary! I never knew cocks could be scary! It was like a monster with balls bursting out from a jungle of hair at 45degrees angle.

I think he paused a second to let me see him naked. He wanted me to see his cock. I think he had a silly grin on his face, may be feeling proud, I couldn't be sure because I couldn't look away from the mesmerizing and captivating magnificence of his amazing cock. I'd never before seen a cock in real life at that point so this being my first sighting skewed my vision of normality. It looked BIG and menacing. I later found out it was 6inches long, longer than average, but normal for his build. But it definitely was a little bit thicker than average, the same bulky look like the rest of his body.

Then a small point of clarity emerged in my head and I realized what he was going to do. On auto pilot I tried to get up. But he was on to me quickly, pushing me down by the shoulders.

"U... Uncle Tom... No. Please let me go," I protested feebly.

"It's alright. You don't have to worry about anything. I won't hurt you, Emma," he whispered calmly.

Even as I heard his words I felt him tugging at my panties and he was pulling them down. Focused on the panties I had the oddest thought at a time like this. I wished I'd worn black panties that at least matched my black bra, instead of the non-matching dark red ones.

And there I was, lying totally naked, stripped naked by my own uncle. My protests were ignored but what stopped me from really fighting him off was his strange calm, soothing voice, almost ironically protective; and his ego boosting reassuring compliments. It confused me.

"A beautiful girl like you needs to be appreciated. I always loved looking at you as you were growing up," he said and demonstrated this by kissing me all over my body, starting from my lips, face, chin, breasts, belly and legs; at the same time stroking me with his hands as if taking energy of my youthful body through his hands.

"You smell, taste and FEEL so good, Emma," he croaked. I noticed his breathing was no longer calm.

Then he parted my legs and holding them open he said breathlessly, "Oh, my, what a lovely sight to behold... to see an 18year old girl's pretty pussy. You have no idea, Emma." Then he latched onto my pussy with his mouth... and I shrieked at the intimate contact. I was stunned at the hungry way he was... like feeding, eating down there! I even felt his fingers and tongue probing INSIDE my pussy. This was so NEW to me. It was overwhelming. I'd heard girls at school talking about this but I never thought I'd get to experience it. It felt AMAZING!

"EEEEEEEKK," I shrieked and jerked as he flicked on my clit. "YES! YES!! OOOOOHH!" I shouted out all of a sudden as great explosive energy spread across my body making me gasp in lungful of air and making my hips jerk around uncontrollably all over the place making it difficult for him to remain latched onto my pussy.

When I came down I felt totally embarrassed at my uncontrollable outburst.

He made me orgasm!

Then he was at my face, looking at me. "You see? You're young; you don't know what you're missing. You need to feel these things. It would be a waste."

Before I knew it he was on top of me, shrinking my field of view, suddenly making me feel claustrophobic, trapped under him. All I could see was him above me, his breath on my face; his weight... yes, his whole body weight was on me. Naked skin to skin! I felt his body heat all along my own naked self. And... And his thing... his big fat thing was resting near my pussy.

OhmyGod. He's going to DO IT! He's going to FUCK me! I'm going to get fucked by my uncle, my Uncle Tom!

Then my thoughts wondered to what it would feel like to have a giant, HARD cock like his shoved up my pussy. I felt dizzy at the prospect.

Even though I now knew there was nothing I could do to stop him I felt I had to continue to voice some objection. "I... Uncle Tom... I can't... I'm... I'm a v..." I couldn't say it. It was TOO embarrassing.

"Shhh. I know. And it's a shame. You need to feel. You need to know. You're so beautiful, Emma." He was always talking in a conspirative whisper as if telling me some big secret.

Who's he kidding? He just wants to fuck me, fuck a young girl.

And shouldn't I decide when I fuck, when I loose my virginity... and with whom!!!

"Please Uncle... You can't. You're my uncle."

I wondered if he was planning this all along, having a young nubile girl trapped in his house, and that's why he agreed to take me in. Or did he take one look at me as I got out of the car, and at may be my tits straining against my dress making him horny and that's when he decided to do it? When would be the last time he'd have had sex, what with him living on his own in such a remote location?

"Emma, dear, I have to. I always wanted to. I need to." THERE! He confessed. He ACTUALLY confessed his lust whilst stroking my head to calm me but he himself was panting like he had run miles, probably more from his desires welling up. I guess he was finally about to get something he had secretly craved for a while.

Even as he confessed he was directing his cock to my pussy, and I braced myself. I held my breath.

"I'm sorry, Emma, but it will hurt a little at first," he said and at the same time jabbed into me.

"OW!" I shouted aloud and began to pant to control the sharp pain. "OH! That hurts!"

"Oh..." he said. "I don't... It hasn't. I'm sorry, Emma. I'm going to have to do it again."

"OWW! NO! Please!" I hugged him tightly to me with auto-reflex, looking for some comfort from the searing pain.

Then a third time. This time he really jabbed with ALL his powerful manly force centered on his ramrod.

"OWWWW! That REALLY hurt!" I screamed into his ear. And this time I felt it give and felt his hard cock slide straight through. The force of his entry meant his cock slid right through in one sharp lunge and it was now fully embedded in my sore pussy to the very back. I couldn't help but to shed some relieving tears and continue to hug him waiting for the pain to subside. I was aware of his whole hot naked body tightly pressing down on me.

It was the strangest feeling to have something so HARD, long and wide filling my pussy. It felt like something unnatural was shoved up there stretching my pussy. It felt painful for a while but slowly the pain WAS subsiding, and it was beginning to feel... well, strangely good!

I knew what he did of course. My Uncle Tom just took my virginity... Yes my dad's elder brother shoved his cock into me and just took my virginity. And he was raping me. I didn't ask to be fucked. My dad trusted him to take care of me, protect me... instead of fucking me.

"It's OK. The pain will go away very soon. Sorry," he said with his rigid cock embedded deep in my pussy. He stayed unmoving for a minute, letting me get used to having a cock in my vagina. "It took more effort than normal. Looks like you were well protected. Others I've had were much easier."

Others? How many virgins has he fucked?!!

And then it started, the gentle slow sliding out then back in.

OHMYGOD! THAT FELT FANTASTIC!!! EVERY bit of my vagina was being stimulated AT THE SAME TIME! His slow movement concentrated my mind to our joining. The tight fit meant I felt all his cock ridges as they rubbed my vagina walls.

Great euphoric pleasure spread throughout my body making me feel good and smile.

And then he was fucking me. Good hard thrusts increasing my pleasure level exponentially. I made some strange noises of joy, thoroughly enjoying what my Uncle was doing to me. I readily hugged him to me, letting him do all the work whilst I lay under him revelling in this new experience, no longer pushing him away. I even spread my legs wider inviting him, wanting him to push inside me further.

He speeded up, grunting and straining causing another explosive orgasm to reverberate through my body, making me scream and shake with joy.

OH! This is FANTASTIC!!

Suddenly "UNGH!" Uncle Tom grunted loudly as if in great pain, scarring me, as he held a powerful thrust deep in me, grinding himself against my pussy, causing my clit to zing!

I felt his cock harden even more and pulse rapidly, and felt warm liquid filling me, sending further ripples of pleasure dancing throughout my naked body.

I felt alive and happy!

All these were amazing new sensations that overwhelmed me and I eventually released my tight grip on my Uncle and lay flopped, weak with exhaustion, abandoning my body to him.

But he remained on top of me with his cock still lodged in my pussy. He kept his weight partially off me with is forearms but it was still claustrophobic under him, being just able to breathe. We were both panting hard from exertion.

After a while he stirred

"Uncle... Uncle..." I tried to speak.

But he just kissed me on the mouth... and kept kissing. "You're wonderful. Truly, truly wonderful," he said and went back to kissing me.

Oh NO! I could feel him getting hard again inside me!

And sure enough he began to thrust, and... and move his WHOLE body this time, sliding and rubbing his whole body against mine, trying to get the maximum friction contact with my naked body. It felt odd, but great at the same time... VERY intimate.

My Uncle Tom was fucking me again, luxuriating in the illicit act. After already ejaculating once this time it was a slow but relentless climb to the peak. Like a steam train chugging up, struggling to get to the top, but determined to get there, pumping away with hard pistoning thrusts.

I was groaning again, delirious, out of my mind. With my pussy still zinging from the first fuck it was the most exquisitely delightful pleasure I could EVER imagine. I spread my legs more, wanting to give him all the room he needed, didn't want to restrict his movements one bit.

I was already gasping, gasping as if I was running up a steep mountain, running a marathon, acutely aware of his weight on top of me.

It was there... nearly there. Something... something great was about to happen, I could sense it, feel it. It felt scary but at the same time wanting it. Wanting to know what was this new thing my body was promising.

Then it happened... in a gigantic explosion of fireworks all over my body.

"YYYEEEEEESSSSSS!" I shouted loudly, but it came out in a strangled screamed infused with burst of great release. My whole body shook. Now I just HAD to wrap my arms around his shoulders again and pull him in tight. I squeezed him tightly to me, wanting to mould my body to his, getting him to drive his piston even deeper into me. I wanted his cock. I wanted ALL of his cock to stay filling my vagina. It now felt just so RIGHT, as if it was something that I was missing but I hadn't known about it before.

Can it still be called rape if I didn't want him to take it out? If I wanted to keep his cock in me?

But eventually he did take it out after he got tired, and lay on his back next to me panting heavily like a dog.

Whilst lost in my post-fuck musings he hit me with a strange request. No, not a request, he was telling me.

"I want you to let your pussy hair grow. Don't shave it. I want to see how you look with your pussy covered in pubic hair. I bet it will be amazing dark hair like the hair on your head."

That was a very strange request to ask a niece he barely knew! But still lost in confusion I found myself saying "OK". It was already stubbly now since I hadn't shaved there in over a week.

For a while it was silent save for our deep recovery breathing but Uncle Tom eventually spoke.

"I guess you probably want to shower before we think about dinner," he said.

It was odd the way he said it. True, after my long sweaty trip and two sweaty fucks I could DO with a refreshing shower but it felt like a command, following on from him telling me to grow my pussy hair.

Even so I said, "OK, Uncle Tom, good idea," and walked naked into the en suite bathroom.

When I went to lock the door I strangely found no lock, so I made sure the door was shut.

All of a sudden my body recognized where I was and reminded me that I hadn't pee'd in a long while and that I should do it now. It's a very clever system our body has. All this time my mind was distracted and I hadn't felt like going but it was quietly building up. And now all of a sudden, knowing where I was I needed to pee desperately!!!

Since I was about to have a shower I thought I might as well do it in there, no point in doing it in the loo, flushing and wasting water.

As I got in the shower and switched on the hot water the door opened. Looking up startled I saw my naked Uncle walking in with his long flaccid hairy dick swinging!

"I might as well have a shower as well," he said nonchalantly and stepped into the shower cubicle with me. I don't know if he noticed how stunned I was with his audacity. As far as I can remember showering was a personal, intimate activity, and besides I desperately needed to pee! And with the water running I couldn't hold it.

I had denied it for too long and it just started to flow, wetting my thighs. I quickly parted my legs and an uncontrollable gushing, powerful stream burst through. I couldn't help but sigh and exhale as relief washed over me. It had been many hours since my last pee so it really flowed in a powerful jet accompanied by the matching loud hissing sound... and it was dark yellow. It was utterly embarrassing!

I looked up and saw my Uncle watching with great interest and I wished the earth would open up and I could disappear. This was beyond embarrassment! My cheeks burned red.

"Sorry," I was heard to say meekly.

It surprised me that he was unmoved, he was not disgusted. Instead he said, "No problem. I need to go as well."

To my utter amazement he took hold of his cock and started to pee as well, right there in front of me. And what's more he pointed the stream at my lower legs and feet!! He was PEEING... on ME!

"Eh? W... What?" I looked on in disbelief. But he carried on.

We were both pissing watching each other's flow with fascination; mine flowing mostly straight down from in between my legs. This was all mind blowing stuff for me. Way beyond my young tender years to comprehend.

But I did notice his pee wasn't as yellow as mine and it felt warm on my legs.

"That's better," he said when he'd finished.

I was so transfixed with watching his cock that I hadn't even realized that I too had finished.

"Let me," he said seeing that I was immobile. He reached behind me, grabbed the shower hose and proceeded to rinse off the yellow liquid off our legs, including the splatters that had landed on his legs.

"I think we can help each other wash our backs, don't you?"

As you can see I was still lost for words. I was WAY out of my depth.

By washing "our backs" he of course was looking to get his wet, soapy hands ALL OVER my body, rubbing my breasts, washing my pussy by running his hand back and forth between my legs. I hadn't been bathed since I was a little girl, but this brought back memories!

And then he invited me to wash him and he showed me how to wash his cock; pulling the foreskin back making sure he was cleaned there as well.

It was the oddest feeling holding a man's cock -- my first cock - that long warm erotic thing. It was fascinating.

We finished up and got dressed before going to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

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That night he came to my room and started to kiss me. I understood straight away that he was going to fuck me, and I didn't do anything to stop him... because... well... I now really loved to fuck... now that I got a taste for it; and it felt really great to have his cock in me.

And this is when he made me suck his big thing; showed me how to give a blowjob.

"Open wide," he said, "and cover your teeth with lips, let me do all the work."

Holding my head with his hands he started to slowly slide his cock in and out of my mouth! It felt SO weird. He did that for a while before telling me to start sucking and licking.

When he came in my mouth he did it without warning. He did that deliberately in case I objected, to try to get me used to having cum in my mouth.

"Swallow. Swallow it, Emma," he instructed holding my head firmly. He wouldn't let me go until I swallowed. When he did release me I was gasping and choking.

"You did very well for a first time, Emma. But you'll get used to it."

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And then he fucked me everyday, multiple times a day. In between, he showed me around his neighborhood, told me of his life and made me laugh. Overall it was turning out to be OK.

It occurred to me that my Uncle Tom was taking it upon himself to teaching me about sex; true adult sex, not some teenaged inexperienced fumblings. Whilst at the same time satisfying his long held desire to fuck me, his pretty niece.

As much as he took the opportunity to have sex with me whenever he liked with his "captive victim" he still let me sleep in my room to allow me a semblance of privacy. Somewhere I can retreat to for a while.

As my pubic hair grew beyond the stubble I got the razor, ready to shave in the shower. Why should he dictate my very personal part of my body, my personal taste? But then I put the razor away unused.

Over the three weeks then he must have fucked me so many times that I forgot. He introduced me to swallowing cum, anal sex as well as masturbating with a dildo/vibrator, and having sex all over the house; it needn't have to be in a bed. But some of the sex positions were a real EYE OPENER for me! And touching me up and groping me any time of the day was a forgone normality.

But there was one thing I DID take the initiative in and that was sucking his wonderful big cock. I found it utterly fascinating to suck, to feel it in my mouth. He would just lie back and chuckle enjoying watching his young niece enjoying his cock.

Anal sex. Oh God. Where to begin? THAT was the weirdest. In the shower one day, with my back to him, he was soaping my body.

"Just going to do something, Emma, just relax," he said enigmatically whilst running his hands all over my round arse cheeks. I felt a finger slide down my arse crack and come to rest on my arsehole.

Eh? What's he doing?

Then it did a circular motion before it was applying pressure on the arsehole.

"Un... Uncle?

"Just relax," he said and applied even more pressure!

OhmyGod! NO! He can't be serious!

"Why? Why are you... Ooooo!" I felt the fingertip just enter.

"You'll soon see," he continued his calm assault.

I had to lean forward slightly and rest my hands on the wall. My breathing rate increased as my apprehension and embarrassment grew. This felt too weird. Eventually I felt the whole of his middle finger was embedded in my rear, the rest of his hand was cupping my arse cheeks.

"Just breathe normally and relax. Don't tense up," he instructed.

He was talking to me with his finger up my arse!! Now he was sliding it in and out! This is SO embarrassing!

"Emma, I'm going to put a second finger in. So just try to relax and breathe deeply. OK?"

"But why? It feels weird... and... and you can't get another finger in!"

"I'm going to do it really slowly, just let it in," he said as he started to push another finger in, ignoring my protests and discomfort... but it wouldn't go in.

"Wait. WAIT! It won't go, Uncle!"

"I've got an idea," he said and I felt his other hand fumbling at my pussy and then two fingers penetrate.

"OH! Oooooo!" I cried out as he finger fucked my pussy and rubbed my clit. This was the craziest feeling EVER with fingers up my arse AND up my pussy. That was making me feel good, distracting me from the probing at my rear allowing my Uncle to get his second finger in my arsehole. With two fingers up my arse and two fingers up my pussy he alternated jabbing them in my holes.

Has any other 18year old girl been fucked like I was getting finger fucked by my Uncle Tom?

He made me come with his fingers!

When we were done and out of the shower and dried he bent me over the bed and, applying some lubricant introduced me to anal fucking. But I'm not sure I'm a big fan. It just felt too odd having a hard cock in my arse.

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He said learn everything but I don't ever have to do any of it after if I didn't like it. I'm young, best time to learn and enjoy sex. When older, I may not get the time or the partner to experiment and my body may not respond like when I was young, etc.

Three days before I was due to leave he took all my clothes off and... and he didn't let me put them on! He kept me naked for three whole days! He said I'd feel liberated, free as a bird. He was right! But at the same time I was terrified someone would come. So he kept a robe or two around the house, just in case.

Then he commented on the hair between my legs, which was no longer stubble.

"See? See how pretty your bush looks. How pretty you look with your dark pubic hair against your light skin. It's lovely how your hair down there matches your hair on your head," he said coming his fingers through my pubic bush.

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My dad was surprised that I had hugged Uncle Tom so tightly to say goodbye, kissing him on the cheek. But dad didn't know that I had Uncle Tom's cum in my pussy and that I had sucked his cock just now, right up to the point he had drove up. Uncle Tom was looking out the windows as I sucked his cock, waiting for dad.

Sitting in the car on our way back and looking back on the three weeks it did begin with a shock, the way he took advantage of me. But I realized how much I loved to fuck and I thoroughly enjoyed my stay. He made me laugh and feel comfortable as well. But most of all he taught me all about sex, making me much more confident person; and it was fascinating to listen to his past sex life. The three weeks flew by when originally I'd wondered how I was going to pass my time! I smiled; they had been the best three weeks of my life so far.

Of course Uncle Tom made sure there were no long lasting repercussions from our raw fucking by giving me the morning-after pill; he preferred that to wearing a condom.

After that, whenever we were at any family function, if it was possible, he'd drag me off somewhere secluded and fuck me. Normally the quickest and tidiest way was to bend me over, lift my skirt and take me from behind. I quickly learned that skirt or a dress was the best thing to wear to these functions to give him easy access; trousers were too fiddly and restricting. Oh, and I learned to always to carry spare panties.

But I was shocked when he once fucked me after a funeral!

Part 2 - My Wedding

Eventually, after a few years I did find a man and loved him enough to want to marry him.

"Uncle Tom, we can't keep... OH!... keep doing this now. I'm... OHHH!!... serious about him, we're thinking of marriage," I said even as he slid his cock in and out of me.

"Emma, he's not here now, is he? Your pussy is free," Uncle Tom argued unreasonably.

"You KNOW what I... AHH!... mean."

But fuck me he still did whenever our paths crossed. Even though my boyfriend serviced my needs I couldn't actually stop my Uncle Tom fucking me. It was as if I owed him for teaching me everything about sex AND because it did actually feel GREAT when he fucked me with his larger cock.

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But now, finally, it was my wedding day and I'm in the church and I'm alone with Uncle Tom.

"You've really grown up into an even more beautiful woman. You look absolutely stunning, Emma," he said kissing my forehead; he avoided my lips in order not to smudge the lipstick.

"Thank you, Uncle Tom."

"This strapless dress is perfect for you, fits you perfectly, shows off your curves and your wonderful body," he said running his hands over the said curves, caressing my exposed shoulders then coming to rest on my breasts, squeezing them.

"Uncle, please..." I said, but did nothing to stop him pulling the cups down to expose both my creamy breasts. My chest heaved as my breathing rate increased a notch.

Then he was leaning over and sucking my breasts. "AAHHH!" I gasped.

We were in a small side room set aside for brides to prepare themselves before the wedding ceremony. He had locked the door.

"Remember everything I taught you. Tell him what YOU like," he was saying as he rubbed my pussy and squeezed my bum over my dress.

Then he guided me to a desk for me to stand against for balance.

"I hope you're wearing nice, sexy panties to excite him with." He didn't wait for my reply but took it upon himself to find out by lifting my wedding dress to look underneath at my underwear.

"Very nice. Sheer lace is the perfect thing to wear; and I can make out your dark bush. Glad you didn't shave," he said approvingly as I felt his hand slide between my legs rubbing my pussy.

He's glad?! All this is for my husband-to-be!

He turned me around to look and feel up my no-doubt sexy looking arse. But then he turned me around again and nudged my shoulders and I knew. He had undid his flies and pulled out his semi-hard cock. Breathing deeply I pleaded weakly.

"Please Uncle, I'm about to get married. My husband is beyond that door," I said even as I crouched taking his cock in my hand and stroked him. I felt I had to voice some objections; it would be the right thing to do, even though it was more for show than actually meaning it.

He just smiled, grabbed my head and gently pulled me towards his hardening cock. I inhaled deeply to get a good breath before sliding my red lips over his cock. I was careful not to smudge my lipstick as I sucked him to full hardness. Even so, some red did come off onto his cock.

When he felt he was ready he pulled me up, turned me around and made me lean over the desk. Lifting my wedding dress once again he positioned himself behind me pulling my panties aside.

"Uncle, he'll know," I tried again half heartedly but still doing nothing to stop him; in fact I reached between my legs to guide his hard cock to my pussy entrance. And all he said was that I was simply beautiful and thrust hard.

"Ungh!" I grunted as he momentarily took my breath away. I felt so full, so stretched. I couldn't deny it felt wonderful.

And then he started to fuck me. Me, in my wedding dress who was about to be married to another man, getting fucked in a church by my Uncle while everyone, including my husband-to-be, were on the other side of the door. The whole illicit and taboo nature of our coupling was a turn on.

I stayed leaning over letting my Uncle fuck me. It must have looked a strange sight with my wedding dress hoisted up, my tits still exposed and him, nearing 50years in his dark suit, holding me by my hips, thrusting his hips rapidly, fucking me like a dog in heat.

"Yes, YES! YESSSS!!!" I hissed as my orgasm hit me. And my pulsing, rippling vagina coaxed my Uncle's eruption causing him to blast his semen into me, flooding my pussy.

For a moment we just stayed like that coupled, catching our breaths before he pulled out and placed a wad of tissues in my panties to catch his seeping discharge.

Hope my panties don't get stained.

Before he left me to recover and compose myself he told me to enjoy the honeymoon, and fuck lots. Well, that's great advice. Will do!

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After my marriage Uncle Tom was good enough to leave me alone to get serviced solely by my husband; although he did ask questions about our marriage and how our fucking was, and offered further advice and help which was very welcome. So, from all that Uncle Tom had taught me I was able to contribute in a meaningful way to my happy married sex life.

I did miss his larger cock, the feel of it in my mouth, so just occasionally I did ask to suck him off, which he was good enough to oblige.

20years later, when my daughter Wendy turned 18 Uncle Tom asked if I wanted to send Wendy to him for 3 weeks during the summer vacation, before she went to college. I had laughed, shaking my head in disbelief. He of course ignored the fact that he was nearing 70!

The End