My Uncle Bought My Soul - Sex Stories

My Uncle Bought My Soul

... body writhed helplessly, to the tune of his tongue, it was ten years past, and my first of many orgasms, they say, one so young should never have to experience by law, but how would we know if he did not, yes I loved my uncle back then as I do now. The noise of the grass clipper jolted me out of my sexual dreaming and delicious memories, like back then as now, I had involuntarily drawn my knees high under my chin, and as I opened my eyes and peered through my long lashes, I saw the old gardener looking across at me. Everyone had gone, and we were alone. I knew what he was looking at, as I was exposed and defiant, he waved and I cordially returned his wave, still showing myself and feeling wanton. He started cutting and the smell reminded me of the day I ran naked through the fields of corn, chest high and feeling the slight sting as it whipped my small breasts from all directions, and especially hardened nipples, hardened by the cool air, and intensified by the sting of the whipping. In the distance I could see the harvester and the farmer, mowing, and as he neared me, that feeling excited me, as I knew the effect of him catching me naked, my naked body whipped raw with the billowing corn, would inflame his passions, and surly make him want to fuck me. Four years had passed since my initiation into the pleasures of sex, and by now my curiosity ventured from my uncle to other men, seeking to know if they could pleasure me as my uncle did. As I stood and dared myself on the ...

... unsuspecting farmer as he cut closer to me, my mind drifted as it did, to the day I knew I had been followed, into the glade where I made a habit of swimming naked, in a small pool that barely covered my buttocks if I stood up. I knew he was there, and as I lay on my towel I could imagine him stroking himself, as I did, until one day the frustration became too much and I called out for him to come out and lie with me. He emerged from the undergrowth and not surprisingly naked, clutching his clothes, and barely hiding his affection for me. 'You want to fuck me', I asked him as he towered over me, and I spread my legs as wide as I could, to show him my openness and where to put his cock, moments later I was gasping and shattering the quietness, as he lay atop of me and ravished my small opening, that closed up as he left me lying there five minutes later, nursing his semen still inside me. I was a young woman who enjoyed her sex, not the passion or love, just the raw physical action, the suddenness, the unexpectedness and the impulsive explosion, short and the expression of, 'Wham bang, thank you Ma'am', my experience was made from my own ventures and the surprising act of encouraging and accosting men with my demands. He walked right up to where I sat indecently and crouched down in front of me. His strong smell of body odour made my nostril flare, 'You waiting for someone sweetmeat', he asked me, his eyes deliberately moving down my body and resting on my grey cotton athletic ...