Family ties (4)

MY UNCLE ANDRÉ: My uncle André was a convinced bachelor, a lover of married women whom he lured into a delightful betrayal; well-off with the finances sustained by adulterous mistresses and some investments in the financial market, he did not impose rules on himself, adopting only one: enjoy life intensely; I liked him even reproving his abusive behavior with women and I confess that on certain occasions he experienced feelings of jealousy mixed with passion for himself being a man and discovering me bisexual still in adolescence. He used to visit our house and again and again invited us to enjoy his summer residence on a very busy beach frequented by rich men. "So, moleque? Is it the end of a kitten? There are a lot of them around!" he would say to me in a naughty tone accompanied by a wink; I would argue that I had come only to enjoy the house and the beach. At first I had no intention of offering myself to him, mainly for fear of his reaction and the family consequences that this could entail, but still, I nurtured a repressed desire for him; on one of those occasions in the beach house that my parents did not accompany me, it was just me and him enjoying the weekend. And soon on Saturday morning I decided to test my limits and his too; as soon as I got up I could take a cold shower to ward off the heat and go down to the kitchen preparing the morning dish. "Fuck you, you're so pale!" he said as he walked into the kitchen and saw my nakedness. -What's the problem, uncle? ..., I think you've seen a naked man, right? <unk> I answered with an ironic tone setting the table for the coffee <unk> or are you going to tell me that you have a crush on a smooth bunch like mine? Uncle André swallowed dry and didn't respond by opening a yellow smile as he sat at the table to enjoy what I had prepared; we drank our coffee in a reverberating silence and I came to regret the attitude taken fearing that there would be no next opportunity to do so. "Look, thinking well ..., you are very right! There is nothing too much to be naked!" he announced breaking the silence as he got rid of the thong and the shirt becoming naked before my eyes. I was ecstatic at the sight of my uncle naked, sporting a well-groomed body and a pirouette of very interesting dimensions and I had to struggle not to run until he took that pistol in my mouth already filled with the mushroom-shaped gland bomb and the piece of old mushrooms filling this delicious taste until I took a sip. -From now on, when you come here alone, we'll be like this..., naked! <unk> he snapped with an insinuating tone <unk> Now I'm going to the pool! It was a mind-blowing morning with Uncle André walking around naked with that juicy jeba swinging between his legs and leaving me with a hard-on. There were moments when I had the urge to catch him by surprise snapping that perch and sucking until he couldn't anymore, but I felt that it wasn't the time yet. As lunchtime approached Uncle André suggested that we go to a restaurant that he knew and I accepted without thinking. The place was bare, but the food was very good; as always he drank a few beers that made him more cheerful than usual and in the end I had to drive his car because André didn't have the slightest conditions to do it. As soon as we entered the house he got naked again and said that he needed a nap retreating to his room. I stayed in the room naked watching television a little dazed by the lack of opportunity; it was not my desire to seduce my uncle while he was under the influence of alcohol which could make our involvement just a fling whose consequences would be undesirable. Thinking of him I ended up masturbating until I enjoyed my body trembling and moaning being muffled so as not to attract attention. And it was such an intense pleasure that the jets of sperm projected themselves and then crashed on my lap leaving me all limp causing a prostration that left me unable to get up from the sofa; after some time I took a deep breath and I got up staggering towards the bathroom where I took a shower; when I returned to the room I took a fright to see my uncle sitting on the sofa. <unk>Hummm, I smell of fucking! You hit a no mole! <unk>, he commented with only a gloomless look at me. I thought it was my <unk>turning point<unk>, or it was the best moment to give up or go down ..., and I was very close to giving up! And you know why? <unk> I replied with an emphatic tone staying where I was. "I don't know, but I want to know!" he replied, turning his face toward me. -Because I was dying for you! <unk> I replied feeling my breathing become difficult and a tightness pressing on my chest. Uncle Andrew did not hide the astonished expression on his face as he listened to my answer; it was a delicate moment in which silence reigned in the environment and our eyes crossed each other with an air of tearing enigma; I wanted to get out of there, run to the room, lock the door and forget about the world as well as forget about my uncle who persisted in looking at me without saying anything. "So this is what you want?" he asked, breaking the silence as he stroked his pistol that was already showing itself in a frank erection. "Is this what you want?" he replied. Yes, that's what I want. - Then come here and suck me! <unk> he replied with an emphatic tone <unk> come, little whore, suck your man, now! With a whirlwind of emotions, I ran to him and got down on my knees between his legs, holding his bang with both hands, feeling his voluptuous stiffening and appreciating his dimensions, just before I began to give emphatic licks on the swelling and pulsating gland; I tasted that rosary as if it were a delicious popcorn and slowly wrapped it with my lips until I caught it between them, beginning a rhythmic punch by gently squeezing the gland; Uncle Andrew did not control the moans that broke out in his throat and held my head gently, letting me keep control of the situation. It took a while for me to start sucking on that rock-hard bong, sinking it into my mouth until the glans rubbed against my gluttony controlling the undesirable effects; at some point I kept it in my mouth with my lips rubbing against the balls of the male who no longer had control over the situation, indulging in my delusional voracity. -Ahnnn! Argh! Ufff! What a tasty blowjob, you little whore! <unk> he babbled in a broken tone <unk> never that a woman could achieve ..., Ahhh! Ahhh! ..., you breast better than a woman! Ahhh! I don't know whether the compliment or the fact that he called me a whore made me hallucinate with a hard-on, stimulating me to suckle without stopping that delicious pistol; at the moments when he was trembling, indicating that his climax was approaching, I would interrupt the sucking and squeeze the base of his cock, pressing the vein at the bottom in an attempt to prevent him from consummating the act; and my strategy worked, although he would scold me with disjointed words. -Argh! You bitch! Ahhh! <unk> he complained in a sullen and almost gasping tone looking at his cock trapped in my hand pulsing vehemently. I repeated this gesture for a few times until I suspected that it had reached its limit; I re-wrapped the member inside my mouth sucking in a hallucinatory way until a growling groan of Uncle Andrew put an end to it all! So intense that I could not hold back the load of semen in my mouth leaking a part that bounced on Uncle Andrew's balls trickling down to the sofa; with pride I released the cock that softened to the eyes seen displaying my mouth still full of his milk and after a smile I swallowed it all watching his astonishment with my gesture. You're really good at sucking dick, aren't you? he commented still in a hoarse voice and panting breath well I wanted to see how you're taking it in the ass! but now I'm finished! I think I'll take a shower and... - May I go with you, Uncle? <unk> I interrupted by asking full of almost childish anxiety. -Hum, you can! But if you behave, you see! <unk> he answered with a playful tone <unk> if you behave we can even sleep in a conch shell! We took a nice bath with him allowing me to soap him asking him to do the same on me; of course Uncle Andrew did not miss the opportunity to take a little shell squeezing my buttocks and fingering my briocho which made me very excited; we dried ourselves and then we went to the kitchen where I made coffee and made an omelet for our late meal; then we went to the living room and I asked him to lie on his lap to which Andrees sat here; I put my head with my mouth to the reach of the pirouette that still remained in deserved rest and I could feel the shell caressing my buttocks and rubbing his finger in the hole until he found the hole he returned to finger several times. Some time passed until my uncle's bong showed obvious signs of an early rebirth and I wasted no time in caressing it by licking the glans at the sound of its grunts; we sat in this naughty game forgetting about the world handed to each other. "Tell me, little whore ..., have you ever given this butt to anyone?" he asked whispering in my ear causing several shivers running through my skin. I answered in a gentle tone, but never a spunky male like you! -You mean I'll be the first? <unk> he asked again without hiding the anxiety in his voice <unk> and you want to give it to me? -Chump! Chump! Of course yes! Glup! <unk> I answered between sucks and licks <unk> It's what I want the most! Immediately, Uncle Andrew made me get up and held my hand walking towards his room; overcome with anxiety I felt my heart racing in my chest as we approached the place where my uncle would make me his female. We lay embracing and he began to kiss me crossing our tongues and almost leaving me out of breath at the same time as his hand squeezed my buttocks pulling me closer to him. Uncle Andrew controlled the situation and put me upside down on the bed, straightening me up and opening my legs, instructing me to bend them at the knees, holding them securely with my own hands; he sucked his fingers, then took care to grease my winking little seal full of desire; soon he took up his position and began to give vigorous thrusts attacking my brioche until he was able to strike the glans imposing a painful lace; I felt my folds break as he pushed the brute inside me with strong kicks and pulled my legs in the intention of facilitating penetration. The pain was sharp, almost lacerating given the dimensions of my uncle's pistol, yet I tried to resist to the utmost without the intention of retreating at that point of the championship; Andrew pursued it with such enthusiasm that I had the feeling that it would be torn in half with that hot, thick stick thrusting me mercilessly, and when I felt his balls brushing my cheer I assumed that the worst had passed. However, it was a misunderstanding since after a brief pause to regain his strength, André began a mind-boggling sequence of strokes, almost reaching the point of pulling out the gun entirely and then pinching it as deeply as possible, repeating this gesture in a delirious cadence that gained weight and intensity. I gritted my teeth as my cock burned with each new stroke of the male and thought that at some point that sacrifice would be worthwhile, which took much longer than I imagined. With a slow pacahydermic the pain began to lose its vigor and a delicious and inexplicable feeling of pleasure took over me, until there was no longer any place for suffering. Uncle Andrew struck hard and every now and then held his pistol buried inside me with his mouth searching for mine so that we could kiss without stopping; at the same time I felt my cock harden and pulsate to the point of causing a nice little pain leaving me even more excited; upon noticing my erection, Andrew wasted no time in holding my member rewarding him with a vigorous fist that soon became harmonious to the blows that he dealt against my brilliant rocking. I had no notion of anything else just the look of my uncle's gluttonous and his movements punishing deliciously my body; so I could remain for the rest of the night, for after much sweat and groans Andrew announced whispering that his enjoyment was inexorably close. -Ahnnn! Afff! Goose, Uncle! Goose inside me! <unk> I whispered in a pleading tone without hiding the desire to be read by him <unk> fill my ass with male milk! Ahhh! A more forceful and profound movement put an end to our journey with André trembling and then tightening his muscles while his cock pulsed insolently inside me until it erupted into a bountiful joy that irrigated me whole with a tasty warm and vibrant feeling almost mowing my consciousness. Exhausted, Uncle André threw himself on the bed next to me staring at my face with an expression of the fullness we shared at that moment. It was in this atmosphere that we fell asleep with me still experiencing the last sensation of his semen flowing out of my broken little seal. It took me a long time to wake up the next morning, and in doing so I felt the painful effect of the previous night with my butt burning without my being able to contract it and my body weighing so much that I had difficulty moving on the bed; I noticed that I was alone and after a few minutes to gather energy I got up and went to look for my uncle; I found him in the kitchen naked preparing coffee with the table already set. As soon as we sat down I realized that he avoided staring at me showing an ambiguous air of regret. - Listen, we have to go back..., I don't want to leave here after lunch <unk> he said while sipping long sips of coffee still without looking at me <unk> see if you pack your things that soon we will leave, okay? -All right, Uncle..., but you have nothing to tell me? <unk> I asked trying to understand what was happening. -No, I don't! <unk> he replied with an emphatic tone <unk> if it's about what happened yesterday ..., for now I don't want to talk about it! We didn't speak again for the rest of the morning and just before lunch we fell on the road; Uncle André left me at home without saying a word just responding to my farewell in a laconic way. At home I took care of my little hole with an ointment that they had indicated to me and I was stunned when my parents wanted to know why we had returned so early from the coast. For two weeks Uncle André gave no sign of life and I came to think that he had considered our involvement a mistake by looking for a way to reappear as if nothing had happened; from my side I knew and felt everything that had happened. A few months later I was leaving the college when I saw André across the street leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette; the besides cute bastard had a versatile elegance wearing a well-busted jeans that raised the volume in the groin and a black T-shirt with a stylized dragon at the height of the chest; when he saw me he waved in my direction asking me to go to him; I walked with trembling steps feeling a new tightness in my chest and the emotion taking over my mind. <unk>, please! - You're a bastard! But a tasty bastard! - he said, approaching me with an emphatic tone and seductive look - I really enjoyed fucking your ass! And you know what? I really want to do it again! ..., so what? Let's go? - It depends! You know what? - I answered, building up courage <unk> If it's only for you to look for me when you're horny, I'm not for the occasion! ..., we have to have something firm! Do you want to be my bitch so I can fuck you whenever I can? "Haven't you figured that out yet?" "Of course I do!" I replied emphatically, raising my voice. Immediately, André got on the motorcycle that was parked almost next to him and called me to go with him; I got on the hood and did not miss the chance to tie him by the waist by gluing my body to his; we left from there to a destination that only he knew. We went to a motel where he asked for a suite in front of the reproachful look of the attendant who handed over the key demanding my identity card; I handed it to her with a proud smile on my face and we went straight to the room that was simply amazing! I had never been in a place like that with mirrors, round bed and a Jacuzzi. I wanted to get ahead of him, but André took me by the arms, bringing my face to meet him and putting his tongue in my mouth in an almost suffocating kiss, causing many shivers on my skin; after kissing me a lot, he moved away a little and we began a maddening preliminary; he took off my shirt and I took it from him, feeling his chest covered by a thin layer of grey hair, forcing me to kiss and nibble on his nipples, listening to his groans; we did the same with our trousers and it was my initiative to take off his boxers by kneeling in front of that dazzling jeba that presented itself, laughing and pulsating. I licked Uncle Andrew's cock as if there were no tomorrow amusing myself with his moans and vulgar comments coming to call me his little whore and whore with owner growling whenever I cupped his tool struggling to have it inside my mouth whole. The time passed, but I did not get tired of licking and sucking my uncle's cock that seemed increasingly hard and pulsating; meanwhile Andrew decided to take the lead with other intentions in his libidinous mind. He took off my panties and began to play with my pinky which was also stiff before he put me upside down on the table separating my buttocks and starting to lick the groin sucking my ass and giving little bites all over the area; I did not fit into me such was the degree of my hardness and even rolling around like crazy on the table was still dominated by the strong hands of my uncle whose dedication to my cousin was vehement. He then pulled me in such a way that I stood with my torso bent over the table brushing the groin with its protruding glande. Uncle Andrew got in already with force and at first struck my hat into the groin making him feel lace to receive it; once again the foreskin breaking wide into that brute inside of me; he was welcomed by the few strong ones and was completely locked up when it was over! Uncle Andrew struck with an almost animalistic fury shaking my body and causing impressive sensations, even because this time there was no more pain but rather an enormous pleasure in belonging to him; it was inexplicable how that male captivated me and now used me as his object of pleasure resulting in me a growing and uncontrollable desire to be him as often as possible; André persisted in hitting his pistol inside me with the sound of his belly bumping against my buttocks that made the atmosphere even more exciting. -Ahnn! Bitch! What a tasty ass you have - he babbled in a hushed voice - Uhhh! Now that he's only mine ..., I'll fuck forever! -Afff! Uncle! Do you swear that you'll do it? - I asked with a gasping tone still incredulous - repeat for me, Uncle ..., repeat that you'll fuck me always! -Argh! Yes, I will, little whore! I will fuck you forever - he replied with an exalted and harsh tone - Your ass belongs to me ..., you are mine! Only mine! While he was saying these words Uncle Andre was punching even deeper and it was at that moment that I experienced something deliciously unexpected with my thumb pulsating until it reached a climax that made me laugh without me having to perform any form of stimulation! I warned my uncle of what was happening and he did not hide his pleasure to know. "My little whore has already joked? Bitch! She's really a little bitch, isn't she? So here! I'll punch even more! Punish that asshole that's what you like!" he replied with a cheeky and almost cursing tone. Aunt Andre seemed to have a renewed breath that did not cool, because his kicks were always more intense and deep and his hands grabbing me by the hips was the peak of the pleasure that I experienced giving myself to him. We fucked for a long time until he announced that his joy was near and I did not even have to ask him to flood me with his milk, because after a series of more vehement kicks he contracted by straightening the muscles while ejaculating abundantly washing my bowels with his male milk. Exhausted we ran to bed where we embraced each other exchanging kisses and caresses until we fell asleep defeated. I was the first to wake up admiring the naked body of my uncle lying on the bed; unable to resist my pus on it in an inverted position beginning to lick his still sleeping cock; stimulated by my provocation I became insane by feeling Uncle Andrew poking me with his fingernail and sucking in a clumsy but very tasty way; with the passage of time he was acquiring goosebumps and soon we were at half nine simply going crazy enjoying our flavors and ardor. Taken by his characteristic stinging, Andrew wasted no time in fainting at me by putting me in the position of roast chicken ready to fuck me once more. It was a very pleasant burial and it was only his vigorous kicks followed by a succession of punches full of impetuosity and immeasurable fury; Uncle Andre fucked me, kissed me and called me his little whore, hardly knowing how much all that made me happy and fulfilled. And the more he kicked the more I begged him not to stop uttering words of encouragement to the point of calling him my love which strongly impacted him stamping an expression of ecstasy on his face; with all this enveloping us, Andre fucked me until he could no longer and in the same way before he reached his climax ejaculating inside me bathing my entrails and causing spasms and endless chills in my body. And from that day on, my uncle and I became secret lovers; he continued to be the same bastard as always, drawing women right and wrong, and living his life, with a charming detail of making me his exclusive whore and never cheating on me with another; there were moments when I was afraid of losing him, but when I declared this he smiled and kissed me. "I may be a brazen bastard ..., but, you will never lose me! You are my whore! And as long as I have strength I will fuck you very nice!" he snapped in a caring tone.