Loading ...First let me say that Uncle Bill is not a family relation. He was one of my mother’s “boy toys”. I was five when he started coming around. He was 18. He did odd jobs, gardening, painting, handyman work. My mother would get all silly and flirty around him. I noticed she would wear her tightest pants and her low cut tank tops. Even at five years old I thought my mother looked stupid when Uncle Bill was around. Yes, it was mom who insisted I call him “Uncle Bill”, as she put it because he was so much older than I was and deserved respect. (He was closer to my age than hers.)
What caught my attention about “Uncle Bill” was that he had a huge bulge in his pants. No matter what he was doing, no matter what he was wearing, no matter what time of day, that bulge was always there. I was not unaware of the difference between boys and girls. I had peeked out from the top stairs many times when my parents were having sex parties. I knew men and boys had something between their legs girls could ride like a horsie. I knew girls could lick it like a lollipop. I knew guys like to lick girls private parts. I knew girls like to play with girls tits. I saw the whole spectrum of sexuality at the ripe old age of five, spying on my parents parties. It made my private girl parts throb and I would sit on the floor with my face between the bannister poles watching and rubbing my pussy through my satin panties.
So, needless to say, I knew exactly what was in Uncle Bill’s pants. The little brat I was, used every opportunity to get my fingers on that bulge. It wasn’t all that difficult because he used to babysit for me. I would try to wrestle with him to get a feel; my little fingers going for his crotch. Sometimes when he tickled me his fingers would briefly touch my pussy through my panties. I liked that. I used to put my head in his lap pretending to take a nap and rub my face on that bulge and worst of all, I used to play horsie with him, straddling his hips and bounce up and down on that bulge. I instigated the touching and feeling. Even at five I was a horny little bitch determined to get what I wanted.
I have to say, while Uncle Bill did not initiate anything, and pretended not to know what I was doing. He did allow it and much to my delight, that huge bulge in his pants would get bigger and bigger and even hard! It was great fun when he would take a nap on the family room floor his eyes closed, his legs spread a bit and that tantalizing bulge calling me to touch it. I thought I was having my way when he was asleep and would gently run my fingers on his crotch, feeling the bulge get hard. (Whether he was asleep or pretending, I never knew.) I wanted to see it, touch it, feel it, and lick it like a lollipop. If my mother did it, why couldn’t I?
The most bad girl fun of all was when Uncle Bill took me to the beach. We would go to the dunes so I could play in the mountains of sand and he could spread out and nap int he sun. He wore those tight suits and his dick was so big it was barely covered. It looked like a real fat chickie with long thick neck sticking up in his suit. My baby pussy would throb at the sight of it. As soon as he fell asleep (or seemed to) I left my pail and shovel and sat between his thighs, gently touching the fat round bulge (his balls) and rubbing my fingers around it. It felt so good. Then I would gently rub my two long fingers (fuck fingers) on the sides of the long thick part sticking up (the dick). It would get hard and I could feel it throb and pulse. In some small babyish way I felt I had power over Uncle Bill. Asleep or not, what he had between his legs liked my little fingers, I could tell. Sometimes he would wake up with a start and run into the water. He did something under the water in a rhythmic motion (jacking off?) and would come out shaking looking at me with those intense blue eyes “Little One, you are going to get me in put in jail if you don’t stop.” What did that mean?
Things didn’t get any easier as I got older and reached puberty. Raging hormones and a hell-bent determination to have Uncle Bill’s dick where it could please me the most was my mission. Since he stayed over a lot in the guest bedroom, my diabolical little schemes were easy to execute. He never totally closed his bedroom door and I never totally closed mine. I would parade around topless flaunting my newly grown tits. Often I would lie on my bed and finger my smooth, swollen pussy knowing he could see into my room and see me on my bed. I could see he was watching me, his huge dick pulled out from his pants, his hand going up and down on it. He would jack off watching me finger. However it was all torture for me. I wanted his dick and he was not giving.
On my 15th birthday all hell broke loose. Apparently my mother was put off by his waning interest in her, and his somewhat repressed interest in me. He would smile and light up when I was around as per my mother accusing him. Their falling out was hysterical and intense. That evening Uncle Bill packed his bags and told me he was not coming around any more. He took my face in his hands and gave me a deep tongue kiss to which I heartily responded by grinding my throbbing pussy onto his bulging dick. He told me until I turned 18, I was jail bait for him, and he couldn’t perform for my mother any longer when he was tempted, titillated and tantalized by the 15 year old teenager. I was sobbing and begging him to stay. He promised me he would come find me when I turned 18. He said he would be my first if I still wanted him. He kept his promise.
More to come…….
