I Cry Uncle

My Uncle Bill, a jack of all trades who is and has been a rough gruff biker, a mechanic, lumber jack and now works the oil rigs. He has made himself a millionaire through hard work and brilliant investing. A real man by most definitions.

He's forty-three, six foot four and two hundred and fifty pounds of cigarette smoking, hard drinking, foul mouthed fun. A man who is entirely the opposite of whom I am usually attracted to. He takes no shit from anyone having heard many stories of what he had done to those who've wronged him yet his sense of humour can be fantastic and his stories of what he's been through are always great.

He's been staying with us for weeks while looking for an investment property. I'm nineteen, proud of my body at five foot five and a hundred and twenty five pounds, considered by most to be very attractive.

I have never had trouble attracting men. I'm very confident and a control freak. It is because of that, that I've found it very confusing to find myself fantasizing often of and about a man who in many ways intimates me. That of him, my Uncle.

On nice days I like to sunbath in our backyard often in one of many string bikinis or if no one is home, nude. The room in which my Uncle was staying in has a perfect view of where I do my sunbathing. I know for a fact that he was watching me which turned me on. At times I moved in a manner meant to entice. I'll take my top off and roll over onto my back giving him a view of my bare B cup breasts or bend over and straighten the blanket in such a way where he can get a glimpse of my bare ass with merely a string running down between my butt cheeks.

After several weeks of his stay, he came out and had a conversation with me while I was sunbathing. He sat in a lawn chair in shorts, no shirt exposing his muscular and very hairy torso and legs. He had a beer in hand and made comment on my body and how attractive I am. I sat-up on my knees letting my barely cover B cups be seen with my erect nipples protruding while we spoke. His eyes behind the sunglasses burning through on my body.

I turned around and straighten out my blanket bending and twisting giving him a prime view of my ass. Yes I was cockteasing but teasing and doing are two very different things. No harm, right? I can't tell you how wet I was getting putting on such a show and even wetter when I saw the massive bulge in his shorts. It was like waving a salmon in front of a hungry grizzly.

Risky? Yes I suppose but then again he's my Uncle so I felt a certain safety. I asked if he would be kind enough to put sunscreen on my back. He said most certainty and began doing so. His huge hands felt so good, so good. I made soft moans moving my legs ever so slightly apart so as to invite his hands elsewhere. He picked up on my hints and immediately moved his hands to my ass. He parted my cheeks hard getting a grand view of my little brown anus. He then parted my thighs rather abruptly and wide to gain better access to view my scantily covered vulva. My obviously wet vulva that had soaked my bikini bottoms.

My heart was pounding out of my chest with his aggressive behaviours. Yes I was teasing but he was now giving me a vibe manhandling me, doing what he wished. His fingers exploring my butthole and going under my G String to my wetness. I became fearful because words were not exchanged nor permission asked for and apparently as far as he was concerned, not required. Yet I made no struggle nor dared to suggest or demand he stop.

He suddenly and to my great surprise and shock, removed my bottoms and lifted my butt to his face as if he were eating watermelon. He began licking my anus and vulva. Sucking on my pee-flaps and clit. I had never experience my ass being licked before nor being eaten in this manner. He then laid me face down I trembling as this hulk of a man took his thick cock out and rammed his missile into my wet portal.

His power was incredible, each thrust so strong. I was so helpless, so dominated. He rolled me over, took his shorts off and tore what top I had from my body, his stubbled face rough on my tits, neck and face as he entered my cunt again and thrusted, his hulk in complete control over my body. The smell of smoke and beer from his breath on my face was disgusting and a turn on. His stubble and his hairy body all had me writhing, turned on to the max. He suddenly growled like an animal as he came large into my vagina he showing no regard for my needs and wants. It was all about him.

He put his shorts back on sat in the chair and drank his beer. I laid there before him, my thighs apart not uttering a word as his cum drooled out of my pussy.

He just looked at me as he lit a cigarette and stared as if I were a conquest. He finally spoke, "I own you. Do you understand?" I said nothing. I just laid there. He said, "We will fuck some more before I go." Why I don't know but I nodded in agreement. I was shaken by what happened but also turned on by such a man dominating me. I got up picking my bathing suit off the grass rolling up my blanket and left. My mind was spinning.

It was two days later when my parents and brother had left for work. I came into the kitchen for breakfast my Uncle sitting at the table in his shorts, coffee in hand. My heart was pounding again. This being the first time alone since the incident in the backyard. I was wearing just a nightgown. I said, good morning. He said, "Take it off." I looked at him suddenly feeling almost an electric energy filling my pussy.

"You don't understand english?" he said. Yes was what I replied and then I slipped out of my gown. He commanded me to bend over the kitchen table and to spread my ass cheeks with my own hands. Unbelievably I did without a word exactly as he wanted.

He dropped his shorts down and off, reached his large hand into the butter dish slathering his ever hardening dick and then retrieved yet more butter and lubed up my asshole. I finally spoke, "Please, please don't." He ignored my pleas and ever so slowly pushed the head of his thickness into my anus. He penetrated maybe an inch or two but did not move. He said, "Relax I won't fuck your ass hard. We'll let your anus relax. Just fuckin relax." Easier said than done but after about two, three minutes I could feel my anus release. He too felt the same and with that sunk his seven into me to its base. He again just held it there not moving. I felt so uncomfortable and full. A few minutes later he pulled out and slathered even more butter on his cock and my anus and drove his meat into me again slowly entering in and out, pumping me.

His motion slow but his orgasm not. He came in but minutes with a hard final thrust dropping what felt like a massive load filling me to the brim with his baby gravy. He pulled out walked to the stove getting a dish towel and throwing it down on the table. Clean yourself and everything up as he left the kitchen. I couldn't believe what I was doing, what I was allowing. Is this me?

Over a week went by with nothing happening between us. I was relieved for three maybe four days but after a week I became oddly upset. We saw each other everyday but he acted as if I didn't exist. The craziest thing was happening, I was feeling rejected, no longer desired. I was wanting him! I found myself trying to entice him. In the kitchen I would hope to be alone with him. When I was, he did nothing.

I would sunbath under his window and when no one was home but him and I, I would go nude.

NOTHING!

I was now angry.

This man who took me was now not interested. I felt as if I was garbage. One afternoon I came home he was sitting outside having a cold one when I came out dropped to my knees, undid his shorts, pulled his dick out and sucked him hard. He stood up, dropped his shorts completely off I still on my knees. He took a fist full of my hair and jammed his mast into my piehole. I had control and he turned it around to his control. I was choking as he face fucked me hard driving his meat down my throat with no regard for my discomfort. Tears were blowing out of my eyes and down my cheeks with snot running out my nose. Not a pretty sight.

I tried to pull off but he was too strong. He said you want this and then held my head down as he ejaculated in my throat. He held me there until he emptied his full load. I just began crying. He picked up my clothing and his, he told me to hold onto them and then picked me up in his arms and carried me into the house. Both of us nude up the stairs and into his room where he placed me on his bed. I was scared as to what was next.

What was next was a surprise. He made the most gentle and tender love I could ever imagine. He gave me a sensuous massage, he ate my pussy with an incredible expertise his fingers bringing me to a G spot orgasm. I was squirting which was a first for me. There wasn't an inch of my being that he didn't kiss, lick, suck and caress.

He had me in orgasmic Heaven that afternoon. I felt so loved, desired and respected when just an hour or so earlier it was completely the opposite! It was only later that night that I found out he was leaving for another town come morning to look at more properties.

That morning he kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug in front of my mother and his brother, my parents. Thanked us all for having him over and then he left.

I'm so wanting him back but not. I'm confused. I loved his animal side and his gentle side. I'll return to report if more developes.