TWO NIGHTS AGO
I was fifteen. I was a virgin.
By the morning of the next day, neither of those statements was true any longer. The first statement became untrue due to the unstoppable progression of the earth around the sun as measured by the Gregorian calendar. As in 'Time and Tide wait for no one.' The actual quotation as I remember it said 'no man' but I changed it to avoid having you think that I'm a male.
The second statement lost its validity when I finally gave in to the equally unstoppable blandishments of Uncle Mike.
Let me explain about Uncle Mike. He wasn't my uncle; he was Mom's uncle, the younger brother of her father, Grandpa Ed. Mike was a change-of-life baby, born when Grandpa Ed was already twenty-five years old, married with a baby. Mike, technically her uncle, was actually a year younger than my Mom.
Mike lived with my parents and me in a separate wing of our mansion. When I use that word, mansion, I do not mean the type of McMansion favored by the nouveau riche; I mean a real mansion passed down through the generations by those with old money, the Robber Baron types whose blood runs out through my pussy for a few days every month for the past few years.
And Mike had been trying to get into that pussy, an action more often referred to as 'getting into my panties', for many months.
(For the record, I look like my Mom and she is really sexy. I could picture boys falling all over themselves to get into her panties. Some of the boys at school referred to her as 'table pussy'. She actually modeled panties for magazines, television commercials and print ads. Her tits were a bit small to model bras but she was otherwise perfect to be a runway model. At five foot eight, she was two inches taller than I, but besides that, we were like identical twins. If that means that I'm calling myself beautiful, I surely am, but don't blame me. Blame maryjane, she's the one who wrote this story.)
Though he has a separate wing, Uncle Mike spent most of his non-working hours in our side of the home, eating meals, watching television and all that other stuff. And that included my hopping onto his lap to watch TV or for him to read me a story when I was still a little girl. And I was much too young to be interested in sex when I began to feel a hardness in his lap as we snuggled, though at first I didn't even know what it meant.
Then one day Mom told me that it wasn't appropriate for a growing young girl to sit in her Uncle's lap 'like that' and I dutifully stopped. At that point, Mike stopped any attempts to hold me or touch me but soon his comments changed, especially when we were alone. He no longer called me pretty but changed the compliment to beautiful. My 'cute little sit-upon' morphed into a 'great ass'. He began to ask me about boys and ultimately suggested that I tell him 'how far I had gone' with them.
The answer to that was 'nowhere' but I refused to respond. By then I had figured that he wanted my cherry and I was having a great time teasing him. Girls do that, you know, getting a guy excited without even trying to do so and then sending him off to presumably masturbate in the privacy of bedroom or bathroom.
But deep down I knew that one day I would surrender my virginity, and frankly I had gotten jealous of my friends' bragging about it. It turned out to be a Tuesday evening. Of course I had planned a Sweet Sixteen birthday party, but that wouldn't take place until the following weekend. My parents were out somewhere and I was home alone with Uncle Mike. We were watching television, some tired reruns of an inane situation comedy.
"This is stupid, Uncle Mike. Why don't we watch something else?"
"Wanna watch something grown up? After all, you're gonna be an old lady, sixteen years old tomorrow, remember?"
Without waiting for an answer, he picked up the clicker and changed the station to a pay channel showing adult films. You know, the type marked AO, meaning adults only. No surprise, I had the same channels on the TV in my bedroom, and I watched them when I played with myself. For all practical purposes, they could have been rated as an R or sometimes even as a PG. The viewer got to see plenty of bare tit, just a hint of shaven pussy and lots of bare ass but no assholes, of both genders. They never showed cock. The fucking could just as well have been faked for the films never showed the couple coupled. A large part of the sex was doggy style, hiding the cock. Each actor went down on the other, but again neither cock nor open cunt were ever shown.
"Uncle Mike, I've seen this shit so often that it's boring."
He glanced at me with serious face, uncertain as to how far I would let him go. Then he nodded to himself. The TV was a Smart one, allowing the viewer to log on to the Internet. With just a few clicks, Mike brought up a website with the raunchiest stuff I'd ever seen. Within moments, he showed me samples of cocks in cunts and assholes, cum spurting out onto faces, pussy licking with the camera mere inches from the action, gang bangs, three boys in one chain, three girls ditto, pissing on each other in the shower, absolutely anything you can think of.
Mike watched me as I sat there with my mouth open, speechless at stuff I had never even imagined. I was so stunned that I didn't even feel his hands kneading my tits, then moving under my skirt and inside my soaking panties. I realized what was happening only when I felt his fingers pinching my clitoris.
My face turned from the lurid scenes on the screen and my eyes went to Uncle Mike's face. I half expected, no, make that three-quarters expected, that he would be leering. Much to my surprise, his eyes were fixed on mine in a deadly serious stare. And it was that seriousness that made my brain cancel the order for my hand to slap him and send me a new command to separate my knees from each other.
Yes, Uncle Mike, my brain telegraphed him through the quiet air, you win. It's time, I'm ready to become a woman, to feel turgid manhood inside my wet loins, ready to orgasm without the need for my own fingers, to finally succumb to all those teasing yet deliberate approaches against my virginity. I wanted to scream out, fuck me Uncle Mike, fuck me hard. But through the lust which tore my legs apart, which sent my free hand toward the hardness that signifies male excitement, male lust, I remembered my Mom's earnest warning.
"Do you have any condoms?"
And so my fate was sealed, my Rubicon ready, even anxious to be crossed, innocence forever to be surrendered to the youngest brother of my maternal grandfather, a lecherous man whose entreaties would soon be realized. He was in reality a dirty old man and I was a child just hours away from her sixteenth birthday and both our minds were at that moment consumed with the idea of fucking, fucking, fucking.
I wore traditional virginal garments: skirt, blouse, bra, panties. Since I was at home, shoes and socks were unneeded. Mike too was dressed for rapid nakedness, with slacks and shirt. He must have been rather sure of achieving his goal since beneath those togs he was commando.
"Turn off the set," I commanded, and he complied. Though the pictures and sounds of pornographic eroticism had worn me down to that point, I wanted Uncle Mike's mind to be restricted to my pleasure alone. He knelt on the couch beside me.
His fingers carefully opened each button of my blouse, pausing between buttons to nibble down my breastbone and stomach until his lips found my waist. My bra was likewise virginal since I had not expected this scene when we had sat down in front of the television. He sat me up so that he could slip the blouse down my arms and off. I moved things along by reaching back and unhooking my bra by myself. It hit the floor right on top of my blouse.
My breasts were never my calling card, back then – and still – 32A. Yet to the fumbling young men whom I had previously allowed to touch them, to fondle them, sometimes to taste my engorged nipples, they were a reward for not insisting on going 'all the way.' But even Uncle Mike, who by that point had no doubt that he would achieve a man's ultimate goal with me that evening, treated them with utmost courtesy.
His hands were soft, as befitting a man of leisure, as he gently squeezed one after the other. His face was clean shaven as if he known that he would conquer his only grand-niece's favors that evening. His cheeks smoothly parted my small orbs as his lips moved from one nipple to the other, nursing hungrily. My breasts offered no milk but they surely generated some cream inside his body, cream that was soon to explode outward (from his cock) and inward (to my cunt) in orgasmic delight – for both of us.
His sucking instinct sated, he resumed his seduction with a trip to my mouth. His entire body squeezed on the couch with me. I could feel his erection as he pushed inward to keep himself from falling off the edge. His smooth face touched mine as his lips did likewise. The kiss was soft, the touch of a lover in foreplay. At the same time, his hand found a space between our bodies so that it could feather my nipples. They were hard between us, a promise of what lay ahead.
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