Before I get into the extraordinary details of the massage that my niece gave me when we visited her family last Thanksgiving, I feel I should describe encounters I had with her during the first 21 years of her life. By doing this, I risk condemnation by many of you for my behavior and my responses (or lack thereof) to her behavior as a child and a teen which led us to what happened.
Annie was the youngest of three children born to my wife’s younger sister and was named after my wife. She was eight years younger than the youngest of our own children so she didn’t “play” with our kids so much. Yet because of the namesake and hardships in my sister-in-laws life, Annie spent a lot of time living with us; a month here or there, a number of whole summers and one eleven month span to help her get through the sixth grade and develop better study habits.
So with the extended visits, she had many opportunities to see me naked and for that matter, for me to see her naked. It’s not that I am a nudist, or even walk around the house that way. I do sleep in the nude and Annie would come into the bedroom and of course the bathroom and thus see me. Our attitude (mine and my wife’s) toward these incursions was laid back, never reprimanding, which may have led to her engineering more opportunities; certainly more than my own kids ever did. It would not surprise me to learn that the times I saw her naked were all staged for her own little exhibitionistic desires. I believe that she didn’t see her own father or brother as much as me, why should she if my nakedness was more readily available? I’d bet she saw my cock about 50 times from age 4 to 21; get the idea?
Rather than mention each individual peek, I will just hit the significant encounters. I think Annie was six when Ann (my wife) was giving her a bath and shampooing her hair. There was an important phone call that my wife had to take so she asked me to take over. Nothing unusual yet because she was sitting in water with suds up to her shoulders as I kneeled to rub the lather on her head. But when I stood to get the shower head (on a hose) to rinse, Annie stood too, unashamedly facing me. I asked why she stood; to keep her long hair (down to her butt) out of the dirty water. She seemed to watch my eyes to see if I looked as I rinsed, applied conditioner, rinsed again, and then rinsed all the soap suds off; was she already an exhibitionist?. She playfully jumped out of the tub into a bear hug of me and got my clothes wet. She pointed to the wet spot on my shorts and giggled that I wet myself, except her pointing finger jabbed my cock. She poked it a second time, then put her full hand on it and asked, “Is that your penis?” I affirmed her deduction but stopped the contact. I had to worry about the hand silhouette wet spot now.
It was a year later, after cutting trees in the yard a whole weekend when I was soaking in the new Jacuzzi in our master bathroom. It was a good thing I used a bubble soap because in walked my wife followed by little Annie. Annie wanted to get in the tub but I said she’d have to wait for her Auntie. But my wife nixed that idea as her flow was too heavy that day and rather than make her precious niece wait a few days, said she could get in with me. Annie began stripping while I tried to make my wife understand the impropriety of that to no avail. Annie was in with me in less than ten seconds. She moved around that tub like an otter, wanting to feel each water jet. She also found my water jet a couple of times and thought nothing (maybe something) of sitting in my lap. She checked me out while I dried her off with the towel I brought for myself, watched as I used a small hand towel to dry off, and followed me into the bedroom until I finally got covered in a pair of shorts. She liked using the tub often after that although this was the only time I was in it at the same time; I didn’t want any more body contact with her. She would stand there naked until I climbed out then have me start and stop the pump for her; a practice she continued even after puberty.
She was about ten the summer night we didn’t turn on the A/C, just used the ceiling fan to move the stagnant air on a warm night. We were both naked on top of the covers when Annie came into our bedroom because she was too hot. She crawled up on the bed and sat there looking at us. Either my wife was asleep or faking it so I’d have to deal with it. I escorted Annie back to her room. I told her to take off her pajamas, a heavy full body thing but she needed help with the zipper. As soon as she pulled her PJs down, she also pulled off her panties so she would be like “Auntie and Uncle”. I left her there and returned to bed. I awoke in the morning alone. After dressing, I went to the kitchen for coffee. My wife informed me she woke up to a naked Annie sitting in our bed studying my morning wood. This was when Annie started sleeping nude.
I think Annie was about thirteen when this next thing happened. I know I was having an erotic dream about a woman caressing and rubbing my cock. As the dream faded and reality began to take over, the sensations on my cock did not abate; I began to think my wife was doing something to me. As my orgasm released a blast of cum, my eyes opened to find to my horror it was Annie stroking me and globs of semen on my belly and her hands. I cried out, “Oh, no! What are you doing?” As I looked at her fingers examining the milky substance, I saw beyond her, my oldest daughter standing in the doorway laughing so hard she was leaning on the door jamb. Linda was 26 and married less than a year at that time. I asked, “Why didn’t you stop her?”
She managed to giggle out, “We came to wake you. She was determined to feel her first hard on, better you than my husband. I think I was about that old when I did the same thing only you never went off for me. Oh, Mom says breakfast is ready,” she added as she turned and left me with Annie still holding my now limp cock and playing with my jizz. I made her go wash her hands and grabbed some clothes to put on. As I entered the bathroom to clean myself, she was still there and watched me. I told her to never mention what happened but when I got to the kitchen, the smirk on my wife’s face told me our daughter had described the whole scene.
Annie was just starting puberty as I saw a few sparse pubic hairs and puffy tittie buds the last time she used the Jacuzzi that year. But then she didn’t visit us for more than two years as her dad was stationed in Guam. When she next stayed with us, she was close to sixteen and her body had fully blossomed. I think she was into showing it off big time and the most obvious time was one morning. I woke to the sound of our shower running. I had to take a monster piss and assumed it was my wife in the shower so I went naked to the toilet. I was standing there streaming when Annie stepped out of the shower. She stood there naked with her hand on the towel rack but didn’t take one to cover up. There she was, a little sex pot with gorgeous C cup breasts and trimmed bush staring at my cock. I couldn’t help staring too, but I mumbled an apology and hurried out of the bathroom before I could pop a boner.
I was getting underwear out of my dresser when she walked into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her hair. She stood next to me as I dressed, getting another look at my cock, and asked if I was mad at her. I assured her, no. She asked if I didn’t find her attractive because I didn’t get aroused. She was standing there naked, her breathing quick and shallow, and her nipples were standing out. She was enjoying me looking at her but was disappointed that it didn’t inspire some lecherous action. She couldn’t tell I was drooling over her and managing to hide the stirring in my groin. I convinced her that the only thing holding me back from taking her in my arms were the laws that would put me in jail because of her age. She sort of made a promise, “Someday then.”
I had one more major encounter with Annie when we visited her family to celebrate her high school graduation. I had stayed up late drinking with her dad and finally stumbled off to bed. My wife and I were assigned Annie’s bedroom which I entered and I stripped off my clothes in the dark. As I approached the bed, there were already two people in it and the person closest to me got up. It was Annie. I told her I was confused about the sleeping arrangements. She said I was supposed to sleep there but she needed me to fix the bed in another room. I was leery about walking down the hall naked but no one else was awake on this level so I followed. She closed the door after I entered the other room and turned on the light which dramatically showcased my nakedness. She was concentrating on my appearance but I didn’t need her to tell me the problem. I spotted two ends of the poster bed canopy down on the bed. As I lifted the canopy and secured it, Annie removed her nightgown and lay on the bed naked in front of me. She was so luscious looking I was starting to swell.
I didn’t want to do this right now with my wife down the hall and her parents in the room directly above so I turned to leave. Annie jumped up and wanted a good night kiss. She pressed that heavenly body against me and when our lips met; her tongue drove deep into my mouth. I felt her nipples pressing into me and the course hairs of her pussy rubbing on my cock which was throbbing and hard with desire. She asked me to sleep with her that night, after all, she was eighteen now. For the same reasons that made me start to leave, I turned her down.
“Why?” she pouted, “I want it, he wants it, you told me you wanted me someday.” It was funny to hear her talk of my cock as a third person in the room.
“Someday,” I confirmed, “but not tonight.” Another deep kiss with this naked girl and I left. I don’t know how I managed to walk away. I had trouble sleeping and almost went to her.
So now you know what I have been dealing with. Somehow, I survived the nymphet and Lolita stages only to be confronted with an adult woman who begged me to take her to bed. She had boyfriends but she wanted her Uncle more than anything.
All this brings me to Thanksgiving last year when she was twenty-one. We drove to her parents’ house in Tennessee on the Tuesday before to avoid traffic but we didn’t avoid an early winter storm. 450 miles through that shit and I was a knotted up with tension. When Annie came home from work, her hug made me wince. She immediately started rubbing my shoulders and neck as I sat in a chair. I was amazed at her strong and skillful fingers; she actually made me shiver. It turns out; she had gone to school to be a masseuse and was working at a spa for the last 6 months. She insisted that I come to her work at ten the next morning for a complete massage. I agreed and she gave me a big smile and a kiss. “You’ll be surprised,” she predicted.
That night my wife was teasing me. She’s known all along what I’ve gone through and was actually surprised I hadn’t succumbed to her charms yet. We’re open about sex, having been with a few other partners; kind of like swingers. She even set me up with her older sister long ago. So as we screwed in bed that night, she mimicked little Annie’s voice and told me, “Oh, Uncle VeeBee,” what only Annie calls me instead of my name, “I want you so bad!” I insisted I intended to only get a massage but she said she’d know by the look on my face when I got back who got what they wanted.
I was nervous as I drove to the spa in the morning, worried that I would no longer be able to control the sexual panther I perceived Annie had become. When I arrived, I gave my name to the girl at the desk. She gave me a knowing smile and called my niece out front. She greeted me with a kiss and another hug that made me wince. She took my arm and led me down the hall. She was practically dancing along and her eyes were bright with anticipation. I had trouble swallowing and felt so out of control, I considered running away.
We entered a warm, tiled room that had a large table in the middle and racks of linens, towels, and bottles of oils on shelves to one side. There was a deep tub in one corner, like an oversize steel cup. A glass wall and door enclosed a shower in another corner.
I turned to Annie and asked, “Is this going to be a real massage or are you just going to try to seduce me?”
She looked deep into my eyes as she answered, “Uncle VeeBee, I want to treat you to the best massage you’ll ever have. If this is that ‘someday’ for us, it will only be after you beg me for it, okay?”
She directed me to take off my clothes. She opened a side door to the steel tub and I took a seat inside. It was a sit-up style hot tub that was about four foot deep and when she filled it, the water was hotter than I thought I could stand. I only spent 8 minutes in it but it felt great as my tensions began to fade. She gave me a robe when I got out to acclimate myself to the ‘cool’ room.
She had me take off the robe and lie face down on the table which had a padded stirrup like contraption to hold my head face down comfortably. She draped a linen sheet over my backside and went to work. She started by pulling and kneading my shoulders. Again I was surprised by her strength and the wonderful sensations her fingers imparted to my aching muscles. I remembered seeing her sandaled feet and when I closed my eyes, I think I drifted off to sleep.
It had to be only minutes later when I became aware of her kneeling up on the table and working the small of my back. She kept working in circles that moved lower, pushing the sheet down until she was kneading my buttocks. She used her thumbs to push out from my spine and then dragged my skin back with her finger tips. She climbed down and started working my legs; the sheet once again covering me. Her fingers seemed to dig right into my calf muscles and then the hamstrings of my thighs. She worked up inside my thighs and came very close to touching my cock and balls but didn’t. She eventually returned to my shoulders and neck for a second treatment, this time massaging my arms too.
She had me turn over, professionally holding the sheet to hide what she had seen all her life. I had expectations of defending myself from blatant caresses but when none came, I dropped my guard and began to wonder why she hadn’t tried. The reverse psychology was making me long for what I thought I didn’t want.
She was working hard during the massage to the point that beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. She asked me if I minded her taking off her robe like top but didn’t want me to be distracted or get the wrong idea. I consented and watched her lovely breasts appear, her nipples already standing proud. I couldn’t help it; I was distracted. I stopped noticing what her hands were doing and was aware only of how close her breasts came to touching me.
Then it happened; as she was working my left arm from shoulder to wrist and back, the back of my hand brushed across her breast. Her eyes looked into mine but she neither spoke nor stopped her work. There was another brush and another look. She came around to do my right arm. This time it was the palm of my hand that came squarely on her breast with the nipple pressing against my palm. She didn’t look at me and when the contact was repeated, I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to roll it. Her eyes closed and she was biting her lower lip while allowing the contact for ten seconds before pulling away.
She moved to stand above my head and worked my shoulders and pectorals. What I saw from my vantage point was her breasts dangling over my face and I could smell her light perfume. I tried to catch her nipple going by with my tongue making contact twice. What I didn’t know was that she was watching me and suddenly I had a mouth full of her breast and just as quickly it was gone. She giggled at my efforts but didn’t let me catch the prize again.
She moved down by my feet and started working my legs. I felt her crotch press against the balls of my feet as she reached as far as she could up my legs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touches and the relaxing massage. There was a brief interruption in her movements and when she resumed, I noticed a difference in what pressed against my feet. I opened my eyes and saw that she had removed her shorts and now only wore royal blue silk panties. The material was so thin and pliable that when she pressed her crotch against my foot, I could feel her pubic hair and my big toe seemed to rub up into her soaking wet pussy. I was getting aroused and no longer thought about avoiding her advances but wanting them to happen.
She moved beside my legs so she could massage my thighs. Her hands would slide up the inner surface all the way to my groin, bumping into my balls under the sheet and then up further still, making contact with my cock. My semi hard cock turned fully hard and was lifting the sheet out of her way. I looked down to see my cock standing tall in the air and her eyes looking at it as she rubbed all around it.
She pulled the sheet off my stomach and used it to wipe the oil off her hands. Turning to the shelf, she grabbed a small bottle and squeezed a thick liquid into her palm. “This will feel warm,” she warned me as she applied it to my groin, balls, and cock. Man, did it ever, it felt like I was inside a pussy and I almost shot my load. That was it. I was so ready to fuck her and I let her know. “Are you?” she asked with a smile.
I saw her pull her panties off, put the bottle of warming gel and one of oil and a towel on the table, and climb up by my hips. She straddled me and I waited for her to plunge down on me; but she didn’t. She put a little more gel on me and some on her pussy but then she pushed my cock down against my stomach and sat on me so that her labia drooped over each side of my cock. It looked like a hot dog bun with my cock sticking out through her pubic hair. The gel made my dick want to melt. She leaned forward and started to massage my chest moving up, over and down my arms until she was pinning my arms helplessly at my side. Her movements ground her pussy down on me and I tried to shift so my dick would enter her.
Just when I thought I had it lined up, she rose up off me and leaned forward so her pussy was out of reach. I couldn’t use my arms and hands to pull her body to me. “What are you doing to me? Come on, I want you now,” I insisted.
“Remember I promised we wouldn’t.”
“But I’m ready now. You made me want you in the worst way.”
“I thought you did before but I was wrong. I need to be sure.” She leaned back a little bringing my cock head to her opening. I bucked my hips trying to enter her, succeeding in getting just the tip in before she pulled away out of reach. “You have to say the magic words.”
“Please, please, I want you now! Please, I’m begging you!”
“Ahhhh, that’s it,” she sighed. She planted a kiss on my lips and slowly uncoiled backwards. My cock met her descending ass, poked through her vaginal lips and in one long plunge, slid all the way into her hot tunnel of love. She pulled her kiss away as she rocked back upright, her gorgeous body impaled on my manhood. My arms now free, I placed my hands on her waist and held her against my thrusting hips. “You know I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment,” she murmured as our fucking movements rose in crescendo. She began sighing, moaning, and making little mewing sounds. I too was vocalizing with groans and gasps. Her eyes were closed in rapture. I watched as each time she banged down hard against me, a shockwave would ripple through the flesh of her abdomen and breasts. Her sounds came in a machinegun staccato as I neared my orgasm. She threw her head back as she hissed, “Oh yes baby,” digging her fingers into my wrists on her hips. I felt the tingle roar through my body and then the semen course through my cock to splash out deep inside her. She shrieked and convulsed as her vagina contracted around me sucking every last drop out. She collapsed forward onto my chest and my arms held her as the last of her orgasm wracked her body. We laid there gasping for breath, an occasional shudder rippling from her to me.
When at last we could speak, she told me, “I knew it would be like this with you. I’ve wanted you since I first learned about sex. I wanted you to be my first.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“You turned me down. Remember the night with the canopy bed? You could have had my virginity that night.”
“I didn’t realize. I was worried about other things; I was smelly and drunk. It wouldn’t have been good like this, maybe even terrible.”
“Mmmmm. This was great,” she admitted.
We eventually pulled apart. We took a long hot shower together, hugging and caressing; washing the oils, gel, sweat, and sex off our bodies. She had pulled a bottle of douche from the towels before and used it to clean out my cum so it wouldn’t be running out later. The shower ended with a two minute long kiss under the streaming water, our bodies pressed into one.
After we dried off, I took her hand and led her back to the table. Placing my arms around her, I lifted her onto the table. I gave her another soulful kiss and then trailed my kisses over her cheeks to her ears. I whispered what a sexy woman she was and how I was going to make up for all her disappointments in the past. My kisses moved down her neck until I reached her breasts. I cupped and suckled each one, nipping and tugging on her nipples until her breathing told me she was ready to go again.
I helped her scoot back and lie down and then joined her on the table. I knelt between her legs and looked at her engorged and wide open labia. I leaned forward and started pulling on her pubic hairs with my teeth. I trailed kisses down and across her slit, stabbing my tongue against her clit which made her jerk. I repeated the moves until she was lifting to meet my probing. I circled her clit with my tongue, pushing the folds back until the smooth mound was open to me. My lips surrounded the button and I gently sucked it into my mouth, rubbing it first with my tongue, and then bumping the front edge of my teeth on it. Her moans turned to gasps as she grabbed my head and held it against her bucking pelvis in a shuddering orgasm.
I let her briefly subside and then took her up another roller coaster hill with my tongue. I circled and probed her clit, traveled her slit to her vagina, and pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could, wiggling against her G-spot. She came again, quicker and harder. Before the last wave subsided I gave her my triple whammy. Turning my head a little, I kept my tongue in her love hole, pinched her clit between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and using the juices streaming out of her, slipped a finger from my right hand into her anus. The sensations overwhelmed her and she screamed loudly as another orgasm raged through her.
The last orgasm left her limp, moaning for me to take her. I adjusted myself and lifted her ass onto my thighs as I put my cock at her opening. “Is this what you want?”
“Oh my god, yes. Give it me.”
“I have to be sure. What are the magic words?”
“Oh, damn you! Yes, I’m begging you! Please fuck me!” she screamed.
“Okay, I will then.” I lifted her legs over my shoulders, leaned over her bending her in half, and drove my cock deep into her womb. She was so wet and wide open, I hardly felt her; it was like fucking a bowl of pudding. I pounded away at her until we surged through one last orgasm together. Afterward, I let her legs down but kept my cock in her as I laid on her propped up on my elbows.
As we caught our breath, we heard this fluttering noise come from between our legs.
“What the hell was that?” she asked horrified.
“That Annie, was a pussy fart!” I explained how air can get pumped into her vagina and uterus during intercourse until it escapes flapping through the vaginal lips.
We finally rose to shower (and douche) again. We talked while we dressed. She wanted to come live with us but I explained how impractical that was. She settled for a promise to have more interludes in the future. “Someday then. I can handle that.”
As she walked me out, the front desk girl remarked that is was good that they had no customers that morning with all the screaming about begging to be fucked. She asked if I might be coming back for a session with her, but Annie warned her, “Back off, woman. No one takes care of my uncle but me.”
Annie was the youngest of three children born to my wife’s younger sister and was named after my wife. She was eight years younger than the youngest of our own children so she didn’t “play” with our kids so much. Yet because of the namesake and hardships in my sister-in-laws life, Annie spent a lot of time living with us; a month here or there, a number of whole summers and one eleven month span to help her get through the sixth grade and develop better study habits.
So with the extended visits, she had many opportunities to see me naked and for that matter, for me to see her naked. It’s not that I am a nudist, or even walk around the house that way. I do sleep in the nude and Annie would come into the bedroom and of course the bathroom and thus see me. Our attitude (mine and my wife’s) toward these incursions was laid back, never reprimanding, which may have led to her engineering more opportunities; certainly more than my own kids ever did. It would not surprise me to learn that the times I saw her naked were all staged for her own little exhibitionistic desires. I believe that she didn’t see her own father or brother as much as me, why should she if my nakedness was more readily available? I’d bet she saw my cock about 50 times from age 4 to 21; get the idea?
Rather than mention each individual peek, I will just hit the significant encounters. I think Annie was six when Ann (my wife) was giving her a bath and shampooing her hair. There was an important phone call that my wife had to take so she asked me to take over. Nothing unusual yet because she was sitting in water with suds up to her shoulders as I kneeled to rub the lather on her head. But when I stood to get the shower head (on a hose) to rinse, Annie stood too, unashamedly facing me. I asked why she stood; to keep her long hair (down to her butt) out of the dirty water. She seemed to watch my eyes to see if I looked as I rinsed, applied conditioner, rinsed again, and then rinsed all the soap suds off; was she already an exhibitionist?. She playfully jumped out of the tub into a bear hug of me and got my clothes wet. She pointed to the wet spot on my shorts and giggled that I wet myself, except her pointing finger jabbed my cock. She poked it a second time, then put her full hand on it and asked, “Is that your penis?” I affirmed her deduction but stopped the contact. I had to worry about the hand silhouette wet spot now.
It was a year later, after cutting trees in the yard a whole weekend when I was soaking in the new Jacuzzi in our master bathroom. It was a good thing I used a bubble soap because in walked my wife followed by little Annie. Annie wanted to get in the tub but I said she’d have to wait for her Auntie. But my wife nixed that idea as her flow was too heavy that day and rather than make her precious niece wait a few days, said she could get in with me. Annie began stripping while I tried to make my wife understand the impropriety of that to no avail. Annie was in with me in less than ten seconds. She moved around that tub like an otter, wanting to feel each water jet. She also found my water jet a couple of times and thought nothing (maybe something) of sitting in my lap. She checked me out while I dried her off with the towel I brought for myself, watched as I used a small hand towel to dry off, and followed me into the bedroom until I finally got covered in a pair of shorts. She liked using the tub often after that although this was the only time I was in it at the same time; I didn’t want any more body contact with her. She would stand there naked until I climbed out then have me start and stop the pump for her; a practice she continued even after puberty.
She was about ten the summer night we didn’t turn on the A/C, just used the ceiling fan to move the stagnant air on a warm night. We were both naked on top of the covers when Annie came into our bedroom because she was too hot. She crawled up on the bed and sat there looking at us. Either my wife was asleep or faking it so I’d have to deal with it. I escorted Annie back to her room. I told her to take off her pajamas, a heavy full body thing but she needed help with the zipper. As soon as she pulled her PJs down, she also pulled off her panties so she would be like “Auntie and Uncle”. I left her there and returned to bed. I awoke in the morning alone. After dressing, I went to the kitchen for coffee. My wife informed me she woke up to a naked Annie sitting in our bed studying my morning wood. This was when Annie started sleeping nude.
I think Annie was about thirteen when this next thing happened. I know I was having an erotic dream about a woman caressing and rubbing my cock. As the dream faded and reality began to take over, the sensations on my cock did not abate; I began to think my wife was doing something to me. As my orgasm released a blast of cum, my eyes opened to find to my horror it was Annie stroking me and globs of semen on my belly and her hands. I cried out, “Oh, no! What are you doing?” As I looked at her fingers examining the milky substance, I saw beyond her, my oldest daughter standing in the doorway laughing so hard she was leaning on the door jamb. Linda was 26 and married less than a year at that time. I asked, “Why didn’t you stop her?”
She managed to giggle out, “We came to wake you. She was determined to feel her first hard on, better you than my husband. I think I was about that old when I did the same thing only you never went off for me. Oh, Mom says breakfast is ready,” she added as she turned and left me with Annie still holding my now limp cock and playing with my jizz. I made her go wash her hands and grabbed some clothes to put on. As I entered the bathroom to clean myself, she was still there and watched me. I told her to never mention what happened but when I got to the kitchen, the smirk on my wife’s face told me our daughter had described the whole scene.
Annie was just starting puberty as I saw a few sparse pubic hairs and puffy tittie buds the last time she used the Jacuzzi that year. But then she didn’t visit us for more than two years as her dad was stationed in Guam. When she next stayed with us, she was close to sixteen and her body had fully blossomed. I think she was into showing it off big time and the most obvious time was one morning. I woke to the sound of our shower running. I had to take a monster piss and assumed it was my wife in the shower so I went naked to the toilet. I was standing there streaming when Annie stepped out of the shower. She stood there naked with her hand on the towel rack but didn’t take one to cover up. There she was, a little sex pot with gorgeous C cup breasts and trimmed bush staring at my cock. I couldn’t help staring too, but I mumbled an apology and hurried out of the bathroom before I could pop a boner.
I was getting underwear out of my dresser when she walked into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her hair. She stood next to me as I dressed, getting another look at my cock, and asked if I was mad at her. I assured her, no. She asked if I didn’t find her attractive because I didn’t get aroused. She was standing there naked, her breathing quick and shallow, and her nipples were standing out. She was enjoying me looking at her but was disappointed that it didn’t inspire some lecherous action. She couldn’t tell I was drooling over her and managing to hide the stirring in my groin. I convinced her that the only thing holding me back from taking her in my arms were the laws that would put me in jail because of her age. She sort of made a promise, “Someday then.”
I had one more major encounter with Annie when we visited her family to celebrate her high school graduation. I had stayed up late drinking with her dad and finally stumbled off to bed. My wife and I were assigned Annie’s bedroom which I entered and I stripped off my clothes in the dark. As I approached the bed, there were already two people in it and the person closest to me got up. It was Annie. I told her I was confused about the sleeping arrangements. She said I was supposed to sleep there but she needed me to fix the bed in another room. I was leery about walking down the hall naked but no one else was awake on this level so I followed. She closed the door after I entered the other room and turned on the light which dramatically showcased my nakedness. She was concentrating on my appearance but I didn’t need her to tell me the problem. I spotted two ends of the poster bed canopy down on the bed. As I lifted the canopy and secured it, Annie removed her nightgown and lay on the bed naked in front of me. She was so luscious looking I was starting to swell.
I didn’t want to do this right now with my wife down the hall and her parents in the room directly above so I turned to leave. Annie jumped up and wanted a good night kiss. She pressed that heavenly body against me and when our lips met; her tongue drove deep into my mouth. I felt her nipples pressing into me and the course hairs of her pussy rubbing on my cock which was throbbing and hard with desire. She asked me to sleep with her that night, after all, she was eighteen now. For the same reasons that made me start to leave, I turned her down.
“Why?” she pouted, “I want it, he wants it, you told me you wanted me someday.” It was funny to hear her talk of my cock as a third person in the room.
“Someday,” I confirmed, “but not tonight.” Another deep kiss with this naked girl and I left. I don’t know how I managed to walk away. I had trouble sleeping and almost went to her.
So now you know what I have been dealing with. Somehow, I survived the nymphet and Lolita stages only to be confronted with an adult woman who begged me to take her to bed. She had boyfriends but she wanted her Uncle more than anything.
All this brings me to Thanksgiving last year when she was twenty-one. We drove to her parents’ house in Tennessee on the Tuesday before to avoid traffic but we didn’t avoid an early winter storm. 450 miles through that shit and I was a knotted up with tension. When Annie came home from work, her hug made me wince. She immediately started rubbing my shoulders and neck as I sat in a chair. I was amazed at her strong and skillful fingers; she actually made me shiver. It turns out; she had gone to school to be a masseuse and was working at a spa for the last 6 months. She insisted that I come to her work at ten the next morning for a complete massage. I agreed and she gave me a big smile and a kiss. “You’ll be surprised,” she predicted.
That night my wife was teasing me. She’s known all along what I’ve gone through and was actually surprised I hadn’t succumbed to her charms yet. We’re open about sex, having been with a few other partners; kind of like swingers. She even set me up with her older sister long ago. So as we screwed in bed that night, she mimicked little Annie’s voice and told me, “Oh, Uncle VeeBee,” what only Annie calls me instead of my name, “I want you so bad!” I insisted I intended to only get a massage but she said she’d know by the look on my face when I got back who got what they wanted.
I was nervous as I drove to the spa in the morning, worried that I would no longer be able to control the sexual panther I perceived Annie had become. When I arrived, I gave my name to the girl at the desk. She gave me a knowing smile and called my niece out front. She greeted me with a kiss and another hug that made me wince. She took my arm and led me down the hall. She was practically dancing along and her eyes were bright with anticipation. I had trouble swallowing and felt so out of control, I considered running away.
We entered a warm, tiled room that had a large table in the middle and racks of linens, towels, and bottles of oils on shelves to one side. There was a deep tub in one corner, like an oversize steel cup. A glass wall and door enclosed a shower in another corner.
I turned to Annie and asked, “Is this going to be a real massage or are you just going to try to seduce me?”
She looked deep into my eyes as she answered, “Uncle VeeBee, I want to treat you to the best massage you’ll ever have. If this is that ‘someday’ for us, it will only be after you beg me for it, okay?”
She directed me to take off my clothes. She opened a side door to the steel tub and I took a seat inside. It was a sit-up style hot tub that was about four foot deep and when she filled it, the water was hotter than I thought I could stand. I only spent 8 minutes in it but it felt great as my tensions began to fade. She gave me a robe when I got out to acclimate myself to the ‘cool’ room.
She had me take off the robe and lie face down on the table which had a padded stirrup like contraption to hold my head face down comfortably. She draped a linen sheet over my backside and went to work. She started by pulling and kneading my shoulders. Again I was surprised by her strength and the wonderful sensations her fingers imparted to my aching muscles. I remembered seeing her sandaled feet and when I closed my eyes, I think I drifted off to sleep.
It had to be only minutes later when I became aware of her kneeling up on the table and working the small of my back. She kept working in circles that moved lower, pushing the sheet down until she was kneading my buttocks. She used her thumbs to push out from my spine and then dragged my skin back with her finger tips. She climbed down and started working my legs; the sheet once again covering me. Her fingers seemed to dig right into my calf muscles and then the hamstrings of my thighs. She worked up inside my thighs and came very close to touching my cock and balls but didn’t. She eventually returned to my shoulders and neck for a second treatment, this time massaging my arms too.
She had me turn over, professionally holding the sheet to hide what she had seen all her life. I had expectations of defending myself from blatant caresses but when none came, I dropped my guard and began to wonder why she hadn’t tried. The reverse psychology was making me long for what I thought I didn’t want.
She was working hard during the massage to the point that beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. She asked me if I minded her taking off her robe like top but didn’t want me to be distracted or get the wrong idea. I consented and watched her lovely breasts appear, her nipples already standing proud. I couldn’t help it; I was distracted. I stopped noticing what her hands were doing and was aware only of how close her breasts came to touching me.
Then it happened; as she was working my left arm from shoulder to wrist and back, the back of my hand brushed across her breast. Her eyes looked into mine but she neither spoke nor stopped her work. There was another brush and another look. She came around to do my right arm. This time it was the palm of my hand that came squarely on her breast with the nipple pressing against my palm. She didn’t look at me and when the contact was repeated, I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to roll it. Her eyes closed and she was biting her lower lip while allowing the contact for ten seconds before pulling away.
She moved to stand above my head and worked my shoulders and pectorals. What I saw from my vantage point was her breasts dangling over my face and I could smell her light perfume. I tried to catch her nipple going by with my tongue making contact twice. What I didn’t know was that she was watching me and suddenly I had a mouth full of her breast and just as quickly it was gone. She giggled at my efforts but didn’t let me catch the prize again.
She moved down by my feet and started working my legs. I felt her crotch press against the balls of my feet as she reached as far as she could up my legs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touches and the relaxing massage. There was a brief interruption in her movements and when she resumed, I noticed a difference in what pressed against my feet. I opened my eyes and saw that she had removed her shorts and now only wore royal blue silk panties. The material was so thin and pliable that when she pressed her crotch against my foot, I could feel her pubic hair and my big toe seemed to rub up into her soaking wet pussy. I was getting aroused and no longer thought about avoiding her advances but wanting them to happen.
She moved beside my legs so she could massage my thighs. Her hands would slide up the inner surface all the way to my groin, bumping into my balls under the sheet and then up further still, making contact with my cock. My semi hard cock turned fully hard and was lifting the sheet out of her way. I looked down to see my cock standing tall in the air and her eyes looking at it as she rubbed all around it.
She pulled the sheet off my stomach and used it to wipe the oil off her hands. Turning to the shelf, she grabbed a small bottle and squeezed a thick liquid into her palm. “This will feel warm,” she warned me as she applied it to my groin, balls, and cock. Man, did it ever, it felt like I was inside a pussy and I almost shot my load. That was it. I was so ready to fuck her and I let her know. “Are you?” she asked with a smile.
I saw her pull her panties off, put the bottle of warming gel and one of oil and a towel on the table, and climb up by my hips. She straddled me and I waited for her to plunge down on me; but she didn’t. She put a little more gel on me and some on her pussy but then she pushed my cock down against my stomach and sat on me so that her labia drooped over each side of my cock. It looked like a hot dog bun with my cock sticking out through her pubic hair. The gel made my dick want to melt. She leaned forward and started to massage my chest moving up, over and down my arms until she was pinning my arms helplessly at my side. Her movements ground her pussy down on me and I tried to shift so my dick would enter her.
Just when I thought I had it lined up, she rose up off me and leaned forward so her pussy was out of reach. I couldn’t use my arms and hands to pull her body to me. “What are you doing to me? Come on, I want you now,” I insisted.
“Remember I promised we wouldn’t.”
“But I’m ready now. You made me want you in the worst way.”
“I thought you did before but I was wrong. I need to be sure.” She leaned back a little bringing my cock head to her opening. I bucked my hips trying to enter her, succeeding in getting just the tip in before she pulled away out of reach. “You have to say the magic words.”
“Please, please, I want you now! Please, I’m begging you!”
“Ahhhh, that’s it,” she sighed. She planted a kiss on my lips and slowly uncoiled backwards. My cock met her descending ass, poked through her vaginal lips and in one long plunge, slid all the way into her hot tunnel of love. She pulled her kiss away as she rocked back upright, her gorgeous body impaled on my manhood. My arms now free, I placed my hands on her waist and held her against my thrusting hips. “You know I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment,” she murmured as our fucking movements rose in crescendo. She began sighing, moaning, and making little mewing sounds. I too was vocalizing with groans and gasps. Her eyes were closed in rapture. I watched as each time she banged down hard against me, a shockwave would ripple through the flesh of her abdomen and breasts. Her sounds came in a machinegun staccato as I neared my orgasm. She threw her head back as she hissed, “Oh yes baby,” digging her fingers into my wrists on her hips. I felt the tingle roar through my body and then the semen course through my cock to splash out deep inside her. She shrieked and convulsed as her vagina contracted around me sucking every last drop out. She collapsed forward onto my chest and my arms held her as the last of her orgasm wracked her body. We laid there gasping for breath, an occasional shudder rippling from her to me.
When at last we could speak, she told me, “I knew it would be like this with you. I’ve wanted you since I first learned about sex. I wanted you to be my first.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“You turned me down. Remember the night with the canopy bed? You could have had my virginity that night.”
“I didn’t realize. I was worried about other things; I was smelly and drunk. It wouldn’t have been good like this, maybe even terrible.”
“Mmmmm. This was great,” she admitted.
We eventually pulled apart. We took a long hot shower together, hugging and caressing; washing the oils, gel, sweat, and sex off our bodies. She had pulled a bottle of douche from the towels before and used it to clean out my cum so it wouldn’t be running out later. The shower ended with a two minute long kiss under the streaming water, our bodies pressed into one.
After we dried off, I took her hand and led her back to the table. Placing my arms around her, I lifted her onto the table. I gave her another soulful kiss and then trailed my kisses over her cheeks to her ears. I whispered what a sexy woman she was and how I was going to make up for all her disappointments in the past. My kisses moved down her neck until I reached her breasts. I cupped and suckled each one, nipping and tugging on her nipples until her breathing told me she was ready to go again.
I helped her scoot back and lie down and then joined her on the table. I knelt between her legs and looked at her engorged and wide open labia. I leaned forward and started pulling on her pubic hairs with my teeth. I trailed kisses down and across her slit, stabbing my tongue against her clit which made her jerk. I repeated the moves until she was lifting to meet my probing. I circled her clit with my tongue, pushing the folds back until the smooth mound was open to me. My lips surrounded the button and I gently sucked it into my mouth, rubbing it first with my tongue, and then bumping the front edge of my teeth on it. Her moans turned to gasps as she grabbed my head and held it against her bucking pelvis in a shuddering orgasm.
I let her briefly subside and then took her up another roller coaster hill with my tongue. I circled and probed her clit, traveled her slit to her vagina, and pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could, wiggling against her G-spot. She came again, quicker and harder. Before the last wave subsided I gave her my triple whammy. Turning my head a little, I kept my tongue in her love hole, pinched her clit between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and using the juices streaming out of her, slipped a finger from my right hand into her anus. The sensations overwhelmed her and she screamed loudly as another orgasm raged through her.
The last orgasm left her limp, moaning for me to take her. I adjusted myself and lifted her ass onto my thighs as I put my cock at her opening. “Is this what you want?”
“Oh my god, yes. Give it me.”
“I have to be sure. What are the magic words?”
“Oh, damn you! Yes, I’m begging you! Please fuck me!” she screamed.
“Okay, I will then.” I lifted her legs over my shoulders, leaned over her bending her in half, and drove my cock deep into her womb. She was so wet and wide open, I hardly felt her; it was like fucking a bowl of pudding. I pounded away at her until we surged through one last orgasm together. Afterward, I let her legs down but kept my cock in her as I laid on her propped up on my elbows.
As we caught our breath, we heard this fluttering noise come from between our legs.
“What the hell was that?” she asked horrified.
“That Annie, was a pussy fart!” I explained how air can get pumped into her vagina and uterus during intercourse until it escapes flapping through the vaginal lips.
We finally rose to shower (and douche) again. We talked while we dressed. She wanted to come live with us but I explained how impractical that was. She settled for a promise to have more interludes in the future. “Someday then. I can handle that.”
As she walked me out, the front desk girl remarked that is was good that they had no customers that morning with all the screaming about begging to be fucked. She asked if I might be coming back for a session with her, but Annie warned her, “Back off, woman. No one takes care of my uncle but me.”
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