My Uncle

I was 13 when my Dad's brother became a widower. He and my Aunt didn't have any children. He had an autobody shop on his property that kept him busy, but he didn't have anyone to do any of the household chores any more, (laundry, cooking,dishes, etc). He talked to my Dad and I was suddenly given the responsibility of going to my Uncles place to do all the housework and cooking.

It was spring in 1971 and living out in rural farm area I hadn't learned much about life yet but that was all about to change. The first weekend after I started helping my Uncle he went into town to buy me a few things. He bought me several short skirts, stockings, nylons and a garter belt, heels, revealing tops, make-up some perfume and birth control pills, (I had no idea what they were and he told me that they were vitamins that young women needed to take daily). He told me that since I was helping him out I should have all the latest ladies fashions. It was after all the 70's micro skirts were in, bras were out and it was normal for young ladies to dress like that. I was also at the point where my boobs were developing and my hips were getting those curves that apparently my Uncle and most men liked.

Every day he would give me hugs, (and he always gave me hugs in front of my Mom and Dad), kisses, run his hands along my body, covering a little more of my body each time and more frequently as time went on. I didn't know anything about anything. I knew that it was normal for my dad to touch and kiss my Mom, my 4 older siblings would touch and kiss their spouses so I didn't think that there was anything wrong with it at the time. When summer came along he got me even shorter mini skirts, and I started to notice that when his hands would explore my body my nipples would get hard, I felt funny but in a good way, and I would get damp. It felt good, exciting and I didn't know what it was all about and there wasn't anyone around to ask about these new, funny but exciting feelings.

Anyway, the day that things changed a lot finally happened. It was a hot,humid day, I was down on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor when my Uncle came in from the shop. I hadn't heard him come in, but he got down on the floor behind me and said that it was too damn hot to work in the shop. He said that he just needed some relief, (I had no idea what he meant), he reached over me, ripped open my blouse, flipped up my skirt and really began to explore my body. I wasn't sure what was going on or about to happen, but it wasn't long and he mounted me from behind. It really hurt at first but after a while I noticed that I was feeling very strange but in a good way! He picked me up, lifted me up onto the kitchen counter and stuck it in from the front and went away at me again for what seemed like an hour all the while playing with my chest and kissing me. After that day it was almost every day first thing in the morning before he'd go to work, sometimes at lunch and again in the evening. The only time it didn't happen was when I had my period. I was really enjoying this, and after a few months he even started to bring some of his customers in at lunch or after work to give the same special treatment.

Then he started buying me bananas, telling me that there was something special that I needed to learn. He would coach me every day, getting me to stuff the banana a little further down my throat each time with less gagging until I could stuff it all the way in and out without any effort at all. Then it was time
for my next lesson, I found out what the banana workout was for. He had me sucking on his penis and although I was able to take it all the way down my throat, the first time he fired a load down my throat I threw up! Bananas just don't prepare you for that, it made me gag. In fact for the first 4 or 5 times I got sick each time gagging. After that I always made him happy and when I had that lesson down he shared that new lesson with some of the same customers who were already regularly fucking me. I was there with him for almost 3 years before he found another woman to marry and then
I was returned home. I really did enjoy all the attention that I had while I was there and it wasn't long after I returned home that I ended up meeting my first husband.

I was well on my way to becoming the cum guzzling queen that I am today! I love to get many loads of throat yogurt when I'm in a naughty mood!

By Anonymous

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