Chapter 4: Fucking Uncle Paul

It was only about fifteen minutes to their place where he opened both garage doors so I could park where Aunt Julie usually did. I guess he didn’t want the neighbors to notice he was home during the day, and especially not to notice a second car was there or to see me get out. He was probably right to be cautious as I imagined it would be hard for him to explain to Aunt Julie if someone told her about all this. He closed the doors as soon as we were inside and as soon as I got out he was there waiting for me.

“OK, you’ve got your way and we’re here. Now let me fuck you!” he exclaimed and I think had I allowed him to, he would have turned me around and fucked me on the car hood right then and there. That wasn’t my plan, though, so I pushed him away and smiled.

“I want you to fuck me in your bed,” I insisted, “Fuck me where you fuck Aunt Julie.”

He was so hot and bothered he didn’t even bother to protest. I think I could’ve asked him to fuck me on the front lawn right now and he would have done it, anything to get his dick in me. What he didn’t know was how badly I wanted it too but there was no way he was going to ever know about THAT. We hurried up to the bedroom where again he reached for me and yet again I pushed him away.

“Now what?” he whined, like a little boy being denied his candy yet again.

“Take off your clothes and get in bed,” I instructed him.

He huffed and unbuttoned his dress shirt and then quickly dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, taking off his socks at the same time. It was all I could do not to reach out grab his dick as it popped free finally. It was just as hard and ready to go as I knew it would be. I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth and pussy but there were other things that I needed to do first to complete my plan.

“Well?” he asked as he laid on his back on the bed over the covers, his dick standing up on its own all nice and rigid. Clearly he was expecting me to strip and join him and I would indeed do that - in due time.

“Jerk off for me,” I demanded, “Show me how bad you want to fuck me.”

He looked at me like he was surprised at my demand and then he seemed to hesitate so I asked, “What’s the matter, haven’t you ever done it front of anyone before?”

It really wasn’t all that surprising when he shook his head, looking a little meek actually as if he was embarrassed. Was he embarrassed because he had never done it or because I wanted him to do it for me?

“C’mon, I did it for you so now you do it for me,” I said firmly, “I want to see your jerking that dick for me ... show me hot horny I make you.”

What I really wanted to say was, “Will you hurry up and jerk off so you can fuck me!” It wasn’t so much that I wanted to watch him masturbate, it was that I wanted to watch him do it because I demanded that he do it. Obviously he had never done it front of his wife which wasn’t all that uncommon form most men I knew. They seem to LOVE watching me do myself but when the shoe is on the other foot, then all of a sudden it becomes a problem. I didn’t expect him to cum, just prove to me that he would do whatever I asked if he wanted to fuck me.

He wanted me. I smiled as his right hand gripped his dick and started to stroke himself. Actually, I think it’s good to watch a man jerk off as it helps me to understand what gets him off and lets me be a better cocksucker. If only men would pay more attention to the technique I use when they see me masturbate and not just get off from the experience then they might do a better job of touching and licking me. Oh well, I’m not holding my breath for THAT to ever happen.

As he stroked himself I rewarded him by slowly undressing, unzipping the dress behind me and letting it fall to the floor, stepping out of it while keeping my heels on. I don’t know why, but men seem to love to fuck me when I wear my shoes. It doesn’t even have to be heels! I’ve had guys ask me to keep my sneakers on because it turned them on for me to have nothing on but my shoes when they fucked me. Go figure...

God his dick looked delicious! I loved the way it stretched out as he pulled on it and it seemed so nice and hard in his grip. He didn’t seem to be intimidated anymore about masturbating in front of me and actually seemed to be enjoying it now. Who knows, maybe Aunt Julie might have a surprise for her next time they have sex! I was about to get on the bed when I noticed a pile of clothes on the master bathroom floor, evidently being sorted out for laundry later. There was a small pile that was destined for the ‘delicate cycle” with her underwear and nightgowns. A naughty thought came to mind and I made a detour for the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Uncle Paul called out.

I turned and noticed he hadn’t stopped jerking off - a good sign. I just smiled and held up my finger to indicate I would only be a minute and quickly sorted through the small pile. I chose a plain white bra and pair of pink nylon panties and held them up for him to see. Uncle Paul look confused at first and then his mouth dropped open when he saw my intentions for them as I snapped the bra together in front of me and then twisted it around and put my arms through this traps. The bra was way too big for me but it really didn’t matter. Likewise, the panties were also so large as to barely hang on to my hips and so I had to hold them up as I crawled into bed beside him.

“Why are you wearing those?” he asked.

I noticed his stroking had diminished after I lay next to him as his attention shifted more to me but still, he hadn’t stopped completely. For a guy who had never jerked off in front of anyone before, he seemed to have caught on pretty quickly!

“Well, if you’re going to fuck me in your wife’s house, in her bedroom, and on her bed ... don’t you think I should be wearing her clothes?” I replied, as if it were the most logical thing in the world for me to do.

“You are SO naughty,” he said with a grin, “So does it turn you on to wear your aunt’s dirty underwear?”

Actually, so far as I was concerned it would have been better to wear something out of her dresser that was clean. Smelling women’s dirty panties wasn’t on my top ten list of things to do by a long shot although I knew a lot of men who seemed to get off from it. Heck, I could have probably made a fortune over the years selling my used underwear to guys on the Internet if the number of requests I’ve had for them was an indication. But back to Uncle Paul, I knew it would make it all the more naughty for him to fuck me if I was wearing his wife’s undergarments and the next time she wore them, I bet I knew what he would be thinking!

“God I want to fuck you so bad,” he said for the umpteenth time today.

I was sure that had I just hopped on board he would have been more than happy just to get his dick in me and fuck me without any further delay. As horny as I was, it didn’t sound like such a bad idea but then I was here for more than just my own pleasure today so I needed to stay on course. Besides, as tempting as his dick had been looking all this time while he had been jerking off, I wanted to have a bit of it first anyway.

“I’m gonna suck your dick first,” I told him in a no-nonsense, no-debate tone of voice.

My horny uncle didn’t even try to argue but then it wasn’t like it was THAT bad of an alternative to fucking me, at least for now. I scooted down the bed alongside him until I could reach over and get his dick in my mouth. He held it by the base as I sucked the head to start, alternately sucking it and then running my tongue around it and then sucking it again.

“God you know how to do that so good,” he groaned as I took more and more of him in my mouth each time, twisting my head around his dick as I bobbed up and down on his shaft.

I loved the feel of his hard cock in my mouth, all warm and firm yet smooth and soft as well. The head felt so smooth and I loved to lick along the underside of the crown. Uncle Paul seemed to like it as well, his hips jerking reflexively whenever I would do that and then suddenly take it in my mouth and suck hard.

Had it been up to me, I would suck his dick all afternoon like this. He felt so good in my mouth as my hand caressed his hairy balls, gently rolling them between my fingers as I played with his pubic hair. If there was ever a time I was in control of a man, this was it. One little bite and he would be in excruciating pain and a little harder might injure him for life. When is a man ever more under the control of a woman than when she has her mouth and teeth around his dick?

One thing I was worried about and that was him cumming too soon. My dad was getting to the age where repeat performances took longer and longer. Uncle Paul was eight years older and I imagined he was probably the equivalent of a musket loader - one shot and then a lot of work to reload. If I went too far and he came in my mouth, then the odds of him fucking me anytime soon would be pretty remote. If there was anything I wanted to be sure of this time with him, it was that I wanted him to cum inside my pussy and NOT all over me or in my mouth. This time I wanted to be the one who got it where she wanted it.