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Favorite Uncle

I’m just scooter trash – that’s what I’ve been called most of my adult life. I work a steady job, always have, and always will. But still nobody respects my biker lifestyle. That is what makes this story so interesting – some respect and from an unexpected corner.

I was cruising the other day, nice early summer day, 80 degrees and sunny - wonderful weather to ride. I’d been on the bike for about five hours when I first spotted her walking down the road; cute little ass swinging side to side in some jean shorts and a white t-shirt, brown hair blowing in the breeze. She wasn’t thumbing a ride and I saw her blow-off one driver who stopped and offered. I turned the bike around and rode back by for a better look – not bad. Didn’t have huge tits, but she was cute – looked to be in her mid to late teens. Anyway, she smiled at me when I rode by and waved. So – I turned around again and stopped. She said she’d just had a fight with her boyfriend and needed a ride.

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I asked her about the dude she had blown-off and she just smiled, said he looked creepy, but she liked my bike and said she liked bikers. OK, so get on, hold on, and let’s ride.

“Where to” I asked? She replied – “home”, 124 Oak Lane in Small-town USA. Ok, that’s where we’re going. She scooted up real close to me on the bike, put her arms around me and held on real tight. I wasn’t riding that fast, but wasn’t going to complain either. To tell the truth, she felt real nice riding back there. I let my left hand fall to the side and caressed her lower leg a little; just let my fingers tickle her leg to see what kind of reaction I would get. She held-on tighter and began to wrap her arms and hands around my waist.

We rode for a while, up some country roads and down the highway, not really going straight to her house, because to tell the truth; I liked having her back there. Anyway, the afternoon was approaching and storm clouds looked like they were blowing in from the lake area, so I decided to head to her place. We pulled into the carport just as it began to rain. Its summer and the storm wouldn’t last long, but still – this was a dry place, and a very pretty girl to look at for a while.

She asked if I wanted to come inside and get a drink, I said “sure.” She offered me a beer from the fridge and then opened a pop for herself. We sat on the couch and she began to tell me about the fight with the boyfriend. She sort of blushed and said that he had been pushing for sex and she just didn’t want to do anything, then she admitted that she was still a virgin and didn’t know how to do anything. Said that she had given him a blow job, but that wasn’t enough – he wanted it all. This really floored me.

She looked at me and asked “Do you think I’m cute?” Well, all I could say was “hell yes,” “You’re very pretty and have a beautiful body; your boyfriend is one lucky dude.” Then it got a lot better; she said she liked older guys and that bikers always turned her on. Well hell, I’m just an average guy – that is – horny all the time and here’s this chick telling me that she’s a virgin, bikers turn her on, we’re in her house, it’s raining outside and suddenly she’s in my lap. Her lips are like honey, soft, smooth and sweet. I can feel her tongue caressing my lips in a gentle kiss while she’s asking me if I still think she’s pretty.

Then I start to think – hell, this is a teenager and I’m an old dude – must be 30 years between us – and I really don’t like the idea of going to jail and then she starts kissing me again.

She sits back and says that she knows it’s wrong, that she shouldn’t be acting this way but I remind her of a favorite uncle and she always found him sexy and wanted him to be her first. Then she starts kissing me again and hell- my hand starts slowly inching inside her shirt, feeling her smooth skin, I swear it feels as soft as silk. I could hear and feel her moan into my mouth as my hand found her breast. She was wearing one of those bras that women wear when they don’t think anybody will see it, or maybe she didn’t have any sexy stuff to put-on, but it was simple cotton. When I first cupped her breast she moaned even harder and pushed herself to me. I unfastened her bra strap and for the first time cupped that young, tender and lovely breast. She responded by lifting her hands above her head. I took that as an invitation to remove her shirt and let the bra fall completely away.

She didn’t have big tits, maybe a 34 B or C at the most, but they were young, tender and her nipples were as hard as marbles. My lips and hands were everywhere at once, kissing, sucking and caressing those magnificent tits. I told her to stand up in front of me. While she was standing I was admiring the view and gently unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down. She just looked-back at me and asked if she could call me Uncle Mike – as she stepped out of the shorts and pulled her panties down and away.

I couldn’t believe my eyes; she was gorgeous, smooth, tanned and trimmed. Very little hair and what she had was short and trimmed very neatly into a heart shape. I couldn’t keep my hands lips and tongue away. I swept everything off the coffee table and had her lay back. I started at her lips, moved to her neck and breast, let my tongue slowly trace a line to her tummy and then down to her thighs. All the while she’s moaning, and urging me on with her hands. I smelled the sweetness and excitement of her sex long before I got there and when my lips finally began to caress her clit, she almost screamed. I licked and sucked until she did scream – everyone in the neighborhood heard her cum, and I couldn’t get enough. All the while she’s calling me uncle and begging me not to stop. Her soft pussy was incredible – sweet, tightening on my tongue and her pulling my face closer. I sucked and licked for all that I was worth.

After she came for the third time – twice with my tongue and lips, once with my fingers while I was kissing her – she looked down and realized that I was still dressed. Then she knelt between my legs and began to tug at my jeans.

I still had a fleeting thought about right or wrong – but it quickly passed. I took off my shirt, helped her remove my jeans and shorts and watched her stare at my cock. I’m not huge, but I have a solid 8” of thick cock and it was harder than Chinese arithmetic at that point.

She caressed my cock, cupped my balls and gently kissed the tip. Then she looked up at me and said “I don’t know what to do – will you show me?” “I’ve sucked my boyfriend, but don’t know if I’m doing it right.” “I want to make you happy and I really want you to feel good.”

I gently urged her-on and told her how a man likes to be sucked. She started with a bit of hesitation, but soon got it right. She couldn’t deep-throat me – but that was OK too. She began to squeeze my balls while using her other hand on my shaft and her wonderful mouth on the head. It wasn’t long until I thought I would die – I wanted to cum so bad it hurt. I told her to slow-down, stop a while and told her how I was feeling – she smiled and eagerly went back down to finish what she started.

When I started to cum; I couldn’t hold-back. The first shot startled her and she pulled-away, but quickly licked it up and then took every drop I could offer. God but I was in love. After I came for the first time, she slowly milked my cock, licking the cum-drops off of the tip and smiling all the time. Telling me that she loved it and wanted me to get hard again.

We just lay there for a while, her hand resting on my cock, gently stroking it until things began to get interesting. She started sucking me again and then looked into my eyes and said “I think you need to fuck me, and don’t hold back – treat me like a slut and fuck me.”

All the encouragement I needed – I moved between her legs and pulled her knees up and while looking into her eyes, drove my cock completely inside her in one thrust. Her scream was a mix of agony and ecstasy and I’m not sure which was the best. I started pumping while she began to match my rhythm. Having cum once, I knew it would take me a while, so I experimented with different positions. My favorite was her on her back, looking into my eyes, but her favorite was on her knees with me holding her hips and driving myself ever deeper and deeper. When I was ready to cum for the second time, she’d already had two body-shaking orgasms of her own. I told her to hold on and drove home for the last time, exploding inside her warm and tight young pussy. This was better than any dream I had ever had.

We decided to take a shower and clean ourselves up a bit, and while in the shower, she decided she had to suck me again – well hell, being a gentleman I couldn’t say no. But when the door burst open and her mother was standing there – that changed the afternoon.

But that’s another story for another time – And I am still the favorite Uncle, and favorite “Brother.”