Katie my girlfriend, and my uncle, with anal induc - Sex Stories

Katie my girlfriend, and my uncle, with anal induc

My best friend Katie and I slept in a tent in our back yard, during that Summer. We shared a sl**ping bag and cuddled-up together, wrapped in each others embrace, falling asl**p in the warmth of our nude bodies, girls aged seven, giggling as girls do, and in the morning, I remember very well the lurch when she moved to get up, as if a part of me was being lost. Can a girl of seven feel that kind of love, I think so? Katie slept with our legs entwined, locked in a scissor like fashion, our cunny's crushed against our thighs, as we subconsciously squeezed and softly crushed against each other in a physical connection that was in nature sexual. In the morning as the birds sang ever so loudly, we, like them, nestled together, each of us locked deeply in our own thoughts, and slowly as the sun rose, moved together, murmuring our acknowledgement of the pleasure in our crotches, as I, the instigator, finally eased myself on top and kissed her mouth, we embraced and started subconsciously to inflame the pleasure we both felt in our fledgling cunny's, we thigh rubbed and gripped each others buttocks, I think it was my first passionate affair with another human being, I had a physical orgasm with my friend, and she with me. Timing is a bugger, and that morning as we humped, unbeknown to either of us we were being watched as we entered that point of no return moment, my uncle opened the flap and witnessed a very rare moment in a persons life, two girls enmeshed rolling and rocking, in ...

... the throes of their physical orgasms, we stopped, unlocked, still unaware of his presence, to turn together and see the lens of his video camera record our unabashed moment of new bliss, we laughed and giggled as girls do, our nakedness stirring our hearts, our bravado displayed as we tauntingly displayed ourselves like tomboys, knowing uncle was zooming in on our swollen cunny's, our thighs wide open, even wider than uncles smile, that's when I saw Katie was peeing herself, and he was capturing everything. That morning nothing was said, in fact in time nothing was ever said, even as uncle, Katie and I, developed an understanding, and I developed an intense jealously of Katie's attraction to my uncle, and he to her, Katie was my new love, and uncle was a man I loved too, only when you are seven, no one looks or listens. Today I am nineteen, at University studying media science, an expert in photography and video technology, bisexual, a model and selfie queen, with a dark sexual desire, for young girls in their final blossoming before teenage bloom, and men who like girls like that, that morning so many years back, broke that particular mould, what uncle captured in those few moments of orgasmic bliss, left my brain and body for these last twelve years trying to re-attain that virgin moment with Katie, and now, as I sit here in front of Uncles computer, I am sure that hidden footage is stored here, and I start my search on his drives. Like most older men, uncle's desire for the ...