This is the second part of a two-part story. Please read “Welcome To The Family” first.
My name’s Lisa. I feel like I’ve learned a lot in my eighteen years; some of it I really learned the hard way. By watching my parents go through a lot of problems and a failed marriage, I learned that having some selfish guy call all the shots was definitely not the way to go. My mom ditched him years ago and it was the best thing she ever did for herself, and for us. One thing my mom taught me: a woman’s needs are just as important as a man’s.
As I’ve grown up, I’ve always tried to not sit around waiting for some guy to show me a good time. My mom always told me, “Lisa, if you want something good to happen to you, go out and look for it!” My mom did this; she recently married a wonderful man named Jack, and they seem very happy together now.
When I was sixteen I wanted to start experimenting sexually, but I never let myself get too serious about any one guy in particular, although lots of boys wanted to. At that point in my life, all I really wanted to do was play around. Some people think that makes me a slut; but I don’t mind. I know that whatever I do, I don’t have to let people tell me what’s right or wrong. I always try to do what’s best for me.
And lately, I’ve been thinking that what I want, sexually, is to try just about everything – and I really do mean everything! But not with some high school boy, where sex is shallow and meaningless, and usually unimaginative (not to mention over in five minutes!) I’m not talking about just having sex; I want to really explore my sensuality. I want to be with a man, a real man who really knows what he’s doing, somebody with experience.
That’s where my uncle Bill comes into the picture. He’s single and spends weeks at a time out on the road as a truck driver; I’ve heard that he pretty much has spent his life enjoying sexual encounters wherever they came along in his travels. Little did he know that this time, I was laying a trap for him; I would be his next target. Or rather, this time, he was going to be my target!
I first met uncle Bill when my mom and Jack got married a year ago. Bill, who is Jack’s brother, came to the wedding alone. That whole afternoon and evening, I noticed that Bill kept staring at me when he thought I wasn’t looking; he wasn’t very subtle about it. I could tell that he was undressing me in his imagination. At first I thought he was pretty much a fucking pervert!
Even then, at age seventeen, I realized why he was looking me over. I was pretty grown-up looking; I know I have a pretty hot and mature-looking body. I keep myself in shape, so I have a nicely rounded and firm ass, and I like to show off my long legs. And when I wear the right clothes, I know I can cause about half the guys in my high school to get a hard cock just by staring at my tits. Yes, I know how to play those kinds of games, all right.
But in the last year, I’ve grown up a little, and I’m starting to realize that an experienced guy like Bill might be exactly what I want (sexually, at least). And from conversations I’ve had with my new step-dad, I’ve been able to find out a lot of good things about my uncle Bill. Turns out he’s a pretty simple guy, just drives his truck, would never hurt a soul. And I heard Jack tell me that uncle Bill (at least in his younger days) had a reputation among the girls for being the kind of guy that they would all enjoy having for a one-night stand.
I didn’t really understand what that meant exactly, but I was very curious to find out. It seemed to me that getting my hands on uncle Bill was a great experiment just waiting to happen. The longer I waited, the hornier I got; so I came up with a plan and put it into action last week.
Since Bill had recently missed my eighteenth birthday party, I convinced him that he owed me some time alone with him. We took off down the highway in his truck; I had been dying to have him take me for a ride (take that any way you want!) Naturally, I wanted to press as many buttons as I could with him, and just see where it would lead. I’m still pretty overwhelmed by what happened that first day, and I find myself really excited to realize that I have absolutely no idea what will happen next.
As we rolled down the road in uncle Bill’s truck, I started up a conversation about masturbation, telling Bill all kinds of things I had done at home to turn myself on. I knew I was getting him hot, and I kept on going with my descriptions. He tried to keep his eyes on his driving, but I knew his thoughts were on me and my tight hot pussy. I was wearing a nice tight top that showed off my tits really well. And I knew I had given him a good show when I climbed up into the truck while wearing my favorite “fuck me” skirt! Pretty soon I had slipped off my panties as we drove and began to rub my wet pussy; it was already dripping before I even touched myself.
By the time uncle Bill turned to look at me, I was already gushing. It wasn’t long before I had stripped off all my clothes and was standing next to him as he drove. I was so fucking turned on as I stood beside him; I was wearing nothing but my socks and shoes. I had pulled down uncle Bill’s jeans and was standing there stroking his hard cock. He was enjoying my nice full tits, rubbing against his neck and face. What I didn’t know about, before I got into his truck, was that big gearshift lever with a round wooden knob on top of it.
I couldn’t help staring at that gearshift, imagining that it was a big steel cock. And when I stood up, it was exactly the same height above the floor as my naked ass. Naturally, when I “accidentally” backed up against it and felt the vibrations against my pussy lips, I just kept on pushing. I was able to stretch my little pussy right around that knob and feel that wonderful low rumble from the truck engine deep inside me. God, that was good!
Bill and I both got very excited and it wasn’t long before he practically crashed the truck as I came hard all over that fucking hard wooden knob. I never felt an orgasm like that before in my whole life; it was so intense, I damn near blacked out.
I was so fucking turned on, and couldn't get enough of the feel of uncle Bill’s nice big cock in my hands. I wrapped both my hands around it and pumped so hard, I know my tits and ass were bouncing and shaking. I put on a pretty good show for Bill and he came like he’d been saving it up for weeks.
I had a little more fun in the truck before we headed back home, sucking his cock clean and throwing all my underwear out the window just to tease him. But as we raced back to my house together, I knew we were both thinking about how we would have the whole afternoon to ourselves. I was wondering what would happen next when we got home.
This whole episode had begun by having me think that I would be calling all the shots. And I knew that I didn’t want to just give myself up and let uncle Bill do whatever he wanted to me. But now I began to realize what really was going to turn this into a lovemaking adventure. We weren’t just trying to have sex and make ourselves cum; this was going to be a true exploration. And for me, it would be an exploration of unknown pleasures.
I had never been with someone as experienced as uncle Bill; and I sensed that being with a teen girl, who was twenty-five years younger than he, was a new experience for him too. All sorts of pictures were racing through our minds as we silently roared back into town.
We got back home and climbed the stairs up to my bedroom; I knew something was different about uncle Bill when he put his hands on my shoulders and asked me, “Lisa, are you sure you want to do this?” I couldn’t remember any high school boy asking me something like that! Bill was obviously a nice guy. But neither of us had forgotten the intensity of what happened in the truck, and soon we were kissing passionately and tearing at each other’s clothes.
I loved the sight of uncle Bill’s naked body – I ran my hands across his hairy chest and traveled down to his hips. As my fingernails grazed his lower back, his ass muscles tightened and his cock stood at attention. I wanted to drop to my knees and start sucking that beautiful cock right then and there. That’s when Bill surprised me by taking the upper hand. It was clear that he wasn’t concerned about having me pleasure him just yet – not until he really had me going.
He started by unzipping my skirt, just a little at a time. I loved that he was in absolutely no hurry; this was a new experience for me and was so erotic. I knew the zipper that ran down the side of my skirt was about six inches long; he only unzipped it two inches, then waited. He kissed me gently at first as I felt the waistband of my skirt slide down a little on my hips. Oh fuck, I was getting so wet!
He unzipped me another inch – halfway undone now! My skirt dropped a little lower but stayed on. My ass was half uncovered and I could feel the cool air on my pussy. Bill let his hands run slowly down my body. His fingertips tickled the top of my pussy mound as his other hand slid down behind me. His strong masculine hand slid inside the waistband of my skirt and caressed my ass cheeks.
I wanted something in my pussy, I blurted out “oh please fuck me, uncle Bill!” I knew by looking at his cock that he was excited, too. I grabbed his dick and started pulling it, squeezing it, feeling it grow in my hand. My hands were so small next to this throbbing piece of hot meat, I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to feel it, to taste it.