Story: The Community Slut (18 +) - Season 1 - Episode 18

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Story: The Community Slut (18 +) - Season 1 - Episode 18

About two nights later, I jolted awake by a presence in my room. I however, remained still as I slowly opened my eyes and could barely make out my uncle’s figure in the room. He stood at the foot of my mattress clad only in a towel tied round his waist staring down at me. I was baffled and thought he was looking for something. I very nearly made him realise I was awake so that I could help him get what he wanted, but something, I can’t say what made me remain in the position I was in, feigning sleep. I usually sleep Unclad with only a wrapper for the cold. Usually during hot seasons, I wake up to see the wrapper discarded in my struggle against the heat.

This fateful night, I was sleeping face up with the wrapper only covering my loins but with my chest Unclad and my young but full b0s0m proudly standing firm on my chest. My uncle was looking down on me and I saw that he had a huge bulge on the towel front. Then he licked his lips and then bent down softly and lay beside me. His hands sneaked slowly forward as he started caressing my b0s0m and Tips. My body quivered but I still pretended to be asleep. Then slowly, ever slowly, I felt his hands move down towards my groin area as he carefully removed the wrapper that was covering my K!ttyC@t mound. He stared down at the triangle between my legs with a lust filled expression and I saw his whole body shake as he touched my K!ttyC@t mound. Then his finger began to probe its way inside of me, and I felt myself grow wet with excitement, his finger was gently sliding up and down the folds of my K!ttyC@t and I pretended I was oblivious to it all. It was difficult to pretend as my body had tensed up when his finger entered my tight wet K!ttyC@t but I did it, I didnt want him to know that I was awake, I didn’t want him to stop. His finger continued sliding in and out of me at first slowly but then increasing pace until it became fast, I didn’t know when a sound escaped my lips,
‘’hmmmmm’’
He tensed and his fingers stopped their movement but I also stilled my breathing and controlled my reaction to his fingering. After moments of him watching my face intently and convincing himself that I was still asleep, he continued his fingering movement. I was gyrating my hips softly to meet and encourage his fingers but it all seemed as if I was doing it unconsciously. My legs had opened up wider for his exploring fingers but I did it all subtly so as not to rouse his suspicion. He must have thought my reaction was subconscious not knowing that I was wide awake and enjoying all he was doing. Then when I was almost climaxing, he stopped and withdrew his finger from my sopping wet K!ttyC@t. I sighed in frustration and moved my body about the mattress. He just sat there looking at me as I made as if I was having dream throes.

Some few minutes later after he must have convinced himself that I was fast asleep again, I felt him above me, now, his large 50 year-old frame towering above my teenage 15-year-old body. I pretended to be was snoring, though. I was actually kind of whimpering, too, I couldn’t help it. So when my uncle took his Unclad J0yst!ck and placed it against the folds of my K!ttyC@t, he thought I was asleep. And my K!ttyC@t was wet from the fingering. And my legs were already spread. He stared at my face and his hands came down onto my b0s0m once he let go of his J0yst!ck and allowed it to slide, finally, into my hungry K!ttyC@t. His hands came down on my shoulders. It was slow going: my K!ttyC@t was impossibly tight, and warm, and shoving his J0yst!ck into it turned out to be quite a chore. After he got a few inches in, I began to gasp. He stared at my face and saw my lips parting but still with eyes closed His beefy, wrinkled hands kneaded my over ripe b0s0m again. I was pretending to be asleep while my aunt’s husband F***ed me in my own bed. I found it very erotic and would have loved to howl in pleasure but figured that I had to keep with the pretence if I didn’t want the pleasure to abruptly end.