Uncle Jay Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Uncle Jay Ch. 04

... of cringing from the pain, my body craves more. Harder, faster, rougher. His initial two impacts made me feel more alive and sensitive than I ever recall feeling, and the creamy rush of wetness between my legs pushed me to beg for more.

"You okay, Lita? I can -" Uncle Jay asks but I cut him off with my urgent, "A-again, more. Please, don't stop."

My voice sounds more like a desperate whine instead of a confident request, but that thought vanishes from my head when Uncle Jay takes hold of my other breast.

He fondles my breast before repeatedly flicking my hardened nipple using his thumb and middle finger expertly. I jump at the first flick, then lean closer for more of the delicious throb before pleasure rushes in.

My eyes shut as my body drinks in the sensations of Uncle Jay simultaneously torturing and enchanting my breasts.

His ministrations occur faster and faster, harder and harder, then he stops the rhythm altogether and slaps my tormented nipple. I scream and dig my fingers into his forearm. Okay, maybe that wasn't quite how a seductive and sexy female protagonist would react.

Sheepishly, I look up at him, unable to fight the smile on my face despite how mortified I am at my outburst. "Sorry," I whisper, "I really liked that."

Uncle Jay dips his head down to meet mine, our foreheads once again resting against each other. I can hear the smile in his voice, "I noticed. I never would have guessed you're into pain, Lita."

He closes the gap between our lips, and I push my whole body into his. Jay's hands wrap around me, and he kneads my ass as our tongues dance together.

When we finally break apart, Uncle Jay walks to his dresser and picks out a flannel shirt. He tosses it to me, kisses me on the forehead, and says, "I believe you offered to serve us? I'll meet you downstairs."