My Uncle Bought My Soul

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My Uncle Bought My SoulFirst year was almost over, and next month my birthday would see me entering my twenties, University has been easy, more of a revamp of my final year at Gymnasieskola (Pre-University)Class was dismissed, and I walked outside, my thoughts were already filled with Summer.I descended the concrete stairs and made my way across to the big tree, where upon reaching I sat down under its swaying branches, with my back upright against its trunk.There was always something about nature and my body, my earliest memories being nude and either running, lying, or swimming, my mother fighting with me to wear clothes, ‘One day’, she would shout, ‘you will get into serious trouble’, I am older now, and she was right, as life has taught me about her threat, but she was wrong in one aspect of it, I had enjoyed those first experiences, the power I felt using my nakedness to get what I wanted.Nothing smells nicer than a washed body, scented soap mixed with the oils of youth, youth has a scent that is less overpowering, you catch it fleetingly, then your nostrils flare as you involuntarily sniff it out, drawing it in deeply to get the full effect.I could feel my stomach knot as I remembered his nose smelt my inner thigh, I giggled and laughed as it felt ticklish at first, but when his nose rested an my cotton panties, his warm breath excited, as it forced its way through the cotton and flooded my underlying skin with a warmness that made it come alive.’What are you doing’, I asked him, not because of my ignorance of such matters, but more because it was registering as something really nice and I wanted to understand it better?Then as now, my back had been against an upright Birch Tree, our national tree, only back then, my knees were drawn up and open, my linen summer print dress, was bunched at the top of my thighs, and as I looked down, my uncles head was pressed into my crotch, his canlı bahis nose lying on my white underpants, his mouth forcing his warm air into me.’I’m kissing your sweet cunt’.We were alone in this vast expanse of forest, lying out of sight in a forested glade, just us and the sounds of nature, the wind rustling through the trees, the birds chirping, and the smell of the forest, a smell that always excited me, but right now it was my uncle that was exciting me.I pulled my head back against the trunk, and felt his forefinger graze my soft labia, as he hooked his finger through the exposed gap in my panties, as they pulled taut with my knees drawn high, under my chin.He had hooked them as he closed his forefinger, and with the crotch bunched-up, he drew them to one side, exposing the warmth to the fresh breeze and his warm mouth, there was no mistaking the skin on tongue as he pried me open for the first time, or the saliva tracing from my labia to my anus, terms of ‘Cunnilingus’ and ‘Rimming’, so familiar to me now, but back then, the English or spoken word escaped me, but not his tongue, as the rough bark of the tree marked me with scratches, as my body writhed helplessly, to the tune of his tongue, it was ten years past, and my first of many orgasms, they say, one so young should never have to experience by law, but how would we know if he did not, yes I loved my uncle back then as I do now.The noise of the grass clipper jolted me out of my sexual dreaming and delicious memories, like back then as now, I had involuntarily drawn my knees high under my chin, and as I opened my eyes and peered through my long lashes, I saw the old gardener looking across at me.Everyone had gone, and we were alone. I knew what he was looking at, as I was exposed and defiant, he waved and I cordially returned his wave, still showing myself and feeling wanton.He started cutting and the smell reminded me bahis siteleri of the day I ran naked through the fields of corn, chest high and feeling the slight sting as it whipped my small breasts from all directions, and especially hardened nipples, hardened by the cool air, and intensified by the sting of the whipping.In the distance I could see the harvester and the farmer, mowing, and as he neared me, that feeling excited me, as I knew the effect of him catching me naked, my naked body whipped raw with the billowing corn, would inflame his passions, and surly make him want to fuck me.Four years had passed since my initiation into the pleasures of sex, and by now my curiosity ventured from my uncle to other men, seeking to know if they could pleasure me as my uncle did.As I stood and dared myself on the unsuspecting farmer as he cut closer to me, my mind drifted as it did, to the day I knew I had been followed, into the glade where I made a habit of swimming naked, in a small pool that barely covered my buttocks if I stood up.I knew he was there, and as I lay on my towel I could imagine him stroking himself, as I did, until one day the frustration became too much and I called out for him to come out and lie with me.He emerged from the undergrowth and not surprisingly naked, clutching his clothes, and barely hiding his affection for me.’You want to fuck me’, I asked him as he towered over me, and I spread my legs as wide as I could, to show him my openness and where to put his cock, moments later I was gasping and shattering the quietness, as he lay atop of me and ravished my small opening, that closed up as he left me lying there five minutes later, nursing his semen still inside me.I was a young woman who enjoyed her sex, not the passion or love, just the raw physical action, the suddenness, the unexpectedness and the impulsive explosion, short and the expression of, ‘Wham bang, güvenilir bahis thank you Ma’am’, my experience was made from my own ventures and the surprising act of encouraging and accosting men with my demands.He walked right up to where I sat indecently and crouched down in front of me. His strong smell of body odour made my nostril flare, ‘You waiting for someone sweetmeat’, he asked me, his eyes deliberately moving down my body and resting on my grey cotton athletic panties, exposing my willingness with a damp patch seeping from my need of a man, my mind circulating old experiences of sex, my blood filling those sensitive erectile tissues to display my willingness to copulate.It was evening and the sun was going down as I studied his old and wizened face, our eyes were locked and I am sure he saw my slight eyeball movement as my eyes watched his tongue dash out and moisten his lips, I guessed he coveted many of the girls here, praying for this moment to meet one such as I.I opened my legs further, still eye-balling him challengingly, ‘Can you put it in here and now like this’, I asked him, remembering uncle the day he took his cock out for the first time and inserted it in between my labia and pressed against my yielding cunt, ‘You want to fuck like this’, he hissed, meaning against the tree.I did not answer him, seeing his erection exposed I reached down and grabbed him, sliding my crotch forward and mounting his knelling thighs I pulled him into me, reaching up and putting my arms around his neck, I sought his ear, with my warm breath and wet tongue, I washed it, moaning into it, ‘Fuck me daddy’, I knew these Hill-Billies loved a wayward daughter, and as I heaved on his cock, I as not counting the strokes before he came inside me, I was trying to calm the fires raging inside my body.I had to bite his jacket as I exploded, uncle had supplanted this poor man impaling me, my mind was full of him as my body was full of this stranger, but that’s the beauty of sex and wham bang thank you sir, as I ran for the gates, with his semen running from me.All appreciative and Genuine comments welcome, Love Mariel

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