The Garden Shed
I had always liked my uncle Ernie; he was a sweet middle-aged man, probably in his late 40's or early 50's. He had always called me his favourite niece all the years I had been growing up and whenever I had seen him there was always a cuddle and a pound coin pushed into my hand. As I grew into a teenager he had continued to sit me on his knee, and always there was the money pushed into my hand before he left. Now I was 18 and we had gone on one of our rare family visits to uncle Ernie's house in the country. I knew he was a keen gardener; it was something I remembered from my childhood. He was always talking about his garden and his flowers and whenever he came to visit us there were bunches of flowers for his sister, my mother.
Today was hot and sunny and I arrived with my mum and dad to find him sitting in his garden enjoying the weather. There was Pimms in a jug on the table and we all sat down and had a couple of long cool glasses, topped off with fruit from his own plants! It being before lunch, we all got a little tipsy rather quickly and soon we were all laughing and giggling, my aunt saying she must do something about lunch but not seeming to have the will to get up out the deckchair! He was so proud of his 'green fingers' and before long he said to me 'Karen you must come down to the bottom of the garden with me and see my hollyhocks, they are enormous this year'.
'Oh it's Ok uncle Ernie, I think I can imagine'
'Karen don't be so rude, go off with your uncle Ernie and look at his hollyhocks,' said my mother amidst fits of giggles.
I got up, 'Ok uncle Ernie, let's go'
He got up and took my hand, 'that's my girl, come on, you'll be amazed at the size of them!'
The garden was long and separated halfway down by a tall yew hedge. The other side of the hedge was his vegetable and fruit garden, and his potting shed. Against the back wall I could see the hollyhocks growing tall, their bright red flowers picked out by the brilliant sunlight.
'Aren't they a picture' he asked. 'Do you want to see where they started life, such tiny little seedlings that grow into these magnificent plants so quickly. Come into my shed and I'll show you'.
I followed him to his shed and went inside. He came in behind me and shut the door. 'Don't want to let too much light in' he said. ' What do you think these are' he asked pointing to a try of seeds. I walked over to the bench, trying to work out what these tiny little leaves could be. Suddenly I was aware of uncle Ernie standing very close behind me, his arms going round my body, on the pretence that he was pointing out the seedlings to me! His arm brushed against my breast, and I found I was strangely turned on by it, so I brushed my body back against him, just teasing him really.
'You've always been my favourite niece you know,' he said and I was aware of his body pushed tight into mine, so tight I could feel his erection pushing against my bottom.
'Uncle Ernie, what are you saying' I half laughed, thinking this can't really be happening.
'Come on Karen, you're a big girl now, you know what I mean,' his hand was on the back of my thigh, rubbing up and down through my thin summer skirt. 'You wouldn't mind just letting your uncle Ernie have a little feel now would you?'
His hand went up under my skirt, forcing its way between my thighs, rubbing my knickers into my pussy. I have to confess I was wet, I was turned on by being touched in this way by my uncle, feeling that I had something he wanted and knowing that his wife and my parents were sitting just at the other end of the garden, oblivious to the fact that my uncle was trying to get off with me.
I played along, thinking that at any time I chose I could stop this. 'Ok uncle Ernie, what do you want, do you want to stick your fingers in my tight young pussy,' I said
'Oh I want more than that Karen, I want to push my cock into your tight young pussy,' he said, pushing my knickers aside with his fingers and feeling my wetness. 'And don't try and tell me you don't want me to, because your wet little cunt is telling me different.'
'Uncle Ernie, stop, I've only got to call out and someone will come, my mother or auntie Kath, you'll be in so much trouble if I tell them what you are doing'.
'Don't be silly, Karen, do you really think my sister or Kath would believe you? A horny teenager like you? I'll deny it all and you'll end up looking stupid. Besides, Karen, you're pussy is so wet, you want me, you know you do, you're turned on by the thought of my dick inside you. Have you had much sex Karen, have you ever had a real grown up man or just little boys before?'
I had to admit the thought of his manly cock was turning me on, he was right my experience was limited to young boys who groped around and didn't really know what they were doing, but I could already tell from the way he was touching my pussy that he knew exactly how to arouse a woman and I wanted to feel his grown up cock inside me.
'But suppose someone comes?' I asked.
'Don't worry, on one will come, they are too busy drinking.' He started to drop his trousers and horny as I was I started pulling off my clothes hurriedly. He lifted me up and sat me on the workbench, spreading my legs, his fingers searching out the source of my wetness, then his mouth and tongue playing with my clit, till I was begging him to fuck me.
He thrust his cock into me then, grinding into me, fucking me hard and fast with an urgency. I looked down and watched his big dick sinking deep into my wet cunt, and I played with my clit with my fingers, bringing myself to orgasm, which seemed to turn him on ever more and my cunt tightened around him. He pulled out his cock and taking it in his hand wanked himself off over my pubes, then taking my hand and rubbing his cum into my pubic hair.
'It'll be our little secret Karen,' he said. 'I wont tell anyone what a naughty girl you really are'.
Written by Belles Directory
