Where to start, where to start? Well it really was a long time ago, almost 40 years! God that long! Seems the older you get the faster the time moves. But, how did I get to this point in my life? I mean I'm a grandmother now and still I can't get enough of men and sex like my master Johnny gives me. I'm married almost 40 years and yet it's seems like a craving, no, a habit, no, more like an addition. Yes, like drugs. I need it so badly, so fucking badly it seems like I can't live without it now. I almost have trouble breathing without the pain and pleasure Johnny gives me. Oh God pain and pleasure, how wonderful they are together, especially when administered by a lover who really knows how to provide it. But before I forget, you're wondering about my story. My name you ask? Well that's not important but for the story just call me Mary.
My uncle Bill was not a highly educated man but when I look back on it, he educated me like no other person in my life ever came close to doing. Bill had over a period of slightly less that 10 months conditioned me right, conditioned me to get this way and now I love to serve. I'm OK, really I am. OK, and love being a slut in the arms of the right man.
Really, now you can say you know one. I am a full blown slut, but I can also be prim and proper. Even a little aloof at times when attending the socials that I go to with my husband. I told you I was married but I'll tell you all about that later. You would be surprise who I have meet and who I know. Big time players, mover and shakers and power people my husband and I mingle and entertain. But when the bedroom door closes and the right man like Johnny has me to himself, I am a fucking slut, a pig; a sub, whatever you want to call me. And God help me I love, need it and I want it, God I crave it actually.
It started when I was young. I was just two days past the age of 18. I was sheltered, went to Catholic and then the best Private school and was never allowed to date or be with boys. I lived with my aunt and uncle and attended the school near their home.
When we had my 18 year old birthday I saw my uncle looking at me like he never did before. Well that's not exactly right; he always looked at me sort of funny. But two days later, when the rest of the family left for the mall on Saturday afternoon my Uncle Bill showed me his cock for the very first time.
I was more shocked than scared. He simply called me to his room when he was sure the family wouldn't return. He didn't ask me to his room, he told me. Then he told me to sit in the chair that was facing his chair and to watch him as he jerked off. And I did it. I didn't turn and run, I didn't freeze or scream out in fear, I sat down in the chair and watched his reddish cock grow bigger and bigger.
As he gently talked to me about his "man stick" which he later call his cock, I could see the red cock head moving out of the uncut skin that hid it when he wasn't so hard. I was amazed at how his "man stick" grew bigger and bigger and got thicker and thicker as he stroked the shaft. He had me call it his "man stick" too and as he pumped the shaft I saw how big his nuts sack was under his shaft. He told me to move closer and I did. He began to moan a little and told me what was about to happen, that he was going to cum. I had had sex education in school so I knew about men and ejaculation. But I had never seen a real cock until now merely a foot or two away from my face.
He told me while I didn't have a "man stick" it was because I was a young woman now soon to be an experienced woman and I was made to be use for his or any man's pleasure. He told me I needed to learn all about that and that he was going to teach me. While he talked and explained to me how things were going to be in my life now he continued to stroke his much bigger cock and all I could do was sit there and watch as it throbbed at me.
While I was anxious, anxious my aunt would walk in, he told me they were all gone, out of the house for hours and not to worry. He told me what was happening was a private thing between him and me. He joked and talked nice as he stroked that 'man stick' and showed me his balls tightening. I watched as it still got bigger and thicker. He explained that men have these needs and women like me were made to help relieve the needs. He said that as I learned to ease and remove these needs for him I too would feel the pleasure he was about to feel.
Minutes passed and I just watched and listened. Then he started to breathe heavy almost like in he was pain. At least that's how I remember it. He told me between breaths that something wonderful was going happen and that he was going to come. That white thick fluid would be coming out of the end of his "man stick" and that I should watch it closely. He explained that this would be his cum, his seed, the stuff that makes babies some times. He told me to move the chair closer yet. I was sitting so close to him I could smell his musk and while I didn't know it, I saw pre-cum, drops leaking out the hole in his cock head. He said I should move as close as I could so I could see his "man stick" shoot. I moved closer until my chair was bumping his and I had to open my legs wide to straddle the chair. His legs were wide open too and as he pumped his cock harder and faster now I never took my eyes off of his "man stick".
When he began to cum I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. I remember I was sweating and even remember my pussy beginning to feel wet but I really didn't understanding everything that was happening to me back then.
I was young and very, very immature for 18 years of age. Since it was the first real live "man stick" I had every seen, I marveled at it. Then when I saw it shoot, saw it cum, I was hypnotized and very excited. I almost clapped as shot after shot of his white fluid flew in the air hitting me and my uncle. Funny, now that I remember back at first I thought he was hurting himself when he shot his cum and moaned and gowned so loudly. There was so much of it too. When he was finished he smiled and had me clean up the cum off his legs my legs and the wood floor for him.
I remember it vividly and I can still smell the scent of the musky cum. We both cleaned up and took me out to a drugstore down the street. He bought me an ice cream and as we sat alone he told me everything that happened with his body and his cock before, during and after he shot his load. He told me why he got hard and why he came. He explained how good it felt when the release finally came.
Then he told me how I was going to help him do it from now on whenever we could get the time alone. He said I was going to learn to do it for him because having someone else do it always feel better. Then he told me I was going to be his slut and help relieve his needs. He told me I was born to do these things for men. He said there would be all sorts of things and I would enjoy then and want more and more as I grew more experienced and older.
I listened to my Uncle Bill softly talk and instruct me and tell me what I was going to do. From time to time he would ask me if I really understood. I told him yes and no. If I didn't he gave me more information or instructions and finally I did understand every point he was saying.
As I remember it, looking back now it seemed so surreal. The way he talked, so nice, so softly and me licking my ice cream cone as he told me those things. I guess it was the way he told me and the things he told me that made me excited and sort of scared at the same time. But when he asked if I wanted to continue I told him I did and so we did.
Uncle Bill never surprised me after that first day. He would tell me what was coming next and we did it. And after every session we would sit and he watched me lick and eat the ice cream. I had to always lick my cone.
