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As a girl growing up, there comes a point in your life when you make a conscious decision about sex and sex toys. My periods came upon me when I was twelve, and this act of puberty, a girl becomes consciously physically aware, she has a vagina.
Puberty also alerts men around her of the sexual nature of her journey to adulthood, and suddenly she is aware of the interest she generates, in what she says, does, and wears.
Like most girls in their teens, dress sense and the lack off, makes men look twice, but for the girl in question, it’s the excitement, and the feedback, the curiosity and gnawing growling your vagina is awakening for attention, and as you read in my account when Uncle Frank put his hand into my skirt pocket and touched my panties covering my vagina, tracing its tight outline, I knew then what I wanted, I wanted to be touched, without my panties, and every night lying in bed, when I thought about men thinking about me like that, it was Uncle Frank who provided me with the means to enjoy the pleasures of my vagina.
Here is my recollection of that short journey, penned with love of an Uncle that showed me sex was a joyous pleasure to give and receive, and as I sit with my remote on my desk, and with co-workers picking it up, not knowing exactly what it is they are handling, as they play with the controls, I pleasure in the thought they are inside me as Uncle Frank was back then, making my pussy purr in delight as their toying with the small remote, makes my insert twist and vibrate me to orgasm.
Daddy’s older b*****r, Uncle Frank, owned a sex shop, just off the high street. I walk past pass it daily, on the way to college and wonder what went on in there, with it’s blacked out windows.
Before I go on with my story I think it wise to fill you in on just who was my Uncle Frank, and what does a man like him ant from an impressionable girl like myself.
My parents split due to a small infidelity issue, something I was aware off, as I actually witnessed it, in our kitchen as I sat under the kitchen table, at a young age, and watched my d***ken mother, have sex with a man.
I sat quietly, unseen as the act was committed, not traumatized, as so called experts are keen to evolve, more fascinated to see how I came about, but even more, as the man inside my mother that day, was my Uncle frank, daddy’s b*****r, banging my pretty mother.
But mother was a woman, and I have always feared, that I too would go that way, who had a dark passion for sex, and soon, she was allowing other men into her life and her pussy in equal amounts, until the inevitable happened, she was caught and daddy threw her out.
She went to live with uncle Frank, who pretended to act as a mediator, giving daddy time to rethinks, and all the while enjoying mothers sexual delights, but even here, he tired of fucking her and she moved on yet again, and since then, we have lost all contact.
By now I was twelve, and suddenly Uncle Frank liked what he saw in his niece, and as usual, behind daddy’s back, began to educate me about sex, and like my mother before me, I took an interest and went along with him.
On my f******nth birthday, he bought me a beautiful designers watch, which were all the rage amongst girls my age, which was great, but he slipped something else into my pocket, in the exact same spot where I saw him fuck my mother from under the table.
He came in behind me, and I closed my eyes, visualizing mother and Frank, the curvaceousness of my teenage bottom ‘Spooning’, perfectly with Uncle Franks erection, ‘Here is another present’, he whispered into my ear, his warm breath making the small hairs on the back of my neck stand, as his hand sought the pocket in my skirt, to deposit it directly there.
I think as I stood perfectly still and allowed this intrusion into my skirt, you see, one could feel the outline of my hips and my panties, one could actually touch my vagina from inside my pocket, and as we stood, ‘Spooning’, Uncle Frank did just that, he run his fingers over my pubic mound, and felt the small hardness of my clitoris, that is why I jumped back, against his erection, not in anger, but in feeling just how pleasurable it was.
He withdrew his hand somewhat reluctantly, and in its place was a smallish package, ‘What’s this’, I asked, as I withdrew it, and read ‘Ohmibod Club Vibe 2.Oh!’, I smiled, ‘Is it a sex thing Uncle’?
I retired that night to bed and started enjoying my vagina, and the wondrous feelings it can generate. Uncles birthday, coming of age gift, could be worn inside my panties and controlled remotely, as in time, when I sat amongst men in the cinemas, on public transport, and in classes at college, no wonder I had developed that Mona Lisa look on my lips and in my eyes.
Finally, I visit Uncle Frank’s Sex Shop and get to handle the biggest Dong ever.
Now remember I am a girl of impressionable age, and sex shops sell toys for women to put inside their asses and vaginas, clothes to wear, for the sole purpose of teasing and titillating men to fuck us.
So now as I pass by those deepest black glass portals at 7:30 am I am thinking about sex, and if I am really honest, my pussy is chewing on the gusset of my panties, my labia are moist with sexual stimulation, and my love hole has swollen and is erect, the perfect alignment for a man’s erection to slid into all the way down to the tiny protuberance of my cervix.
If men knew what was going through my mind that early and saw me in my uniform, with my blond main flowing back as I walked with long strides, an academic with a bright future, brain or beauty, both my oysters to attack live with, and yet here I was thinking about sex, behind my facade, and at such an aphrodisiac age, if only they could get their hands on me.
‘I watch you walking down the street, and wank myself from behind the curtain, and try to cum before you pass me by Emma’, was, I think, the best Valentines card, someone had pushed through our letterbox, I found lying in the hallway, when I came home from school one February morning, before daddy got home.
I sat down and read it over and over, incredulous as it was, I just had to work off that feeling between my legs, and then think about it all the time I walked down that street, knowing some guy was jacking off to me, so I looked at every window for a moving curtain, and hiked my school skirt up a couple of turns, I knew I was being sexual, and it felt awesome, being desired.
‘Good morning Emma’, I turned to see Uncle Frank standing in the doorway of one of his sex shops. ‘Good morning Uncle Frank’, I replied, holding my hand up to shield my eyes from the strong sunlight, I felt like a model on a street shoot, being a tall girl with athletic prowess, Frank had caught me mid stream, two turns from the street where my mysterious wanker lived, and already my little pussy was warming up to self lubricate my labia for my sexy stroll, my Ohmibod Club Vibe 2, lying back home having been discharged last night, having trained my cunt to wet at will, no wonder as to why I always carried a fresh pair of panties in the bottom of my satchel.
‘Still curious about what goes on in here’, he challenged me, holding the door open for me to enter?
I laughed as girls do when confronted and challenged, ‘I’ll be late for classes’, I retorted, why I said that I don’t know, because I had continued to walk over to where he held the door open for me, and I stuck my head inside.
‘Bigger than I thought’, I said breathlessly, feeling Frank put his hand on my shoulder, until the click of the front door closed and I stood inside this cathedral of near darkness, full of the pleasures of sex, and for women in particular.
‘What time is your class’, asked Frank, as he turned up the dimmer to reveal, his merchandise. My eyes were feasting on the array of ‘Dongs’, and ‘Vibrators’, hanging there like candy to tease and please.
‘It’s about Biology Frank’, I replied to answer his query about my next class, but the visual candy was seducing my little girl’s pretence of resistance, ‘Can I look Uncle Frank’, I teased him by pouting and putting on my little girlish voice, and Frank could see my hand was in the same pocket his was in, back then, when he had a good feel of my cunt.
Now it was Franks turn to fluster, and my eyes could see he had an erection. I can’t say if it was at that moment I surrendered and let myself be immersed into the adult world of sex and sexual pleasures, but I was standing there in a huge shop full of everything dedicated to the pleasures of the female form, and right now, I was at ease with and excited about what lay within these four walls, I was sure Frank felt the same way about having a teenage girl in here looking and dare I say it, drooling, from both sets of her lips, above and below my waist.
‘When do your first customers normally arrive’, I asked him, as if sounding out what to achieve in the allocated time we had. ‘After midday’, he replied, so I had potentially, four hours to enjoy myself.
‘Big Bam’s Cock’, a moulded replica of some black guy’s 12′ dong. I looked at Frank, ‘I have to hold this’, I squealed and giggled at the immensity of the impossible mind boggling dimensions of a black guy’s dick.
Frank smiled as he eased it off its hook, it weighed over a kilo, ‘a bag of sugar’, I think I said, as Frank put it into my hands, the tactile feel made my fingers curl and squeeze, and Frank watched as I delighted in the black dong, he was seeing something most men never see, like a fly on the wall, the sexual pleasures of a girl toying.
‘Tell me this is the imagination of some pervert, Uncle Frank’?
I was mock weighing it as it flopped around in my grasp, I loved the feel the feedback gave me, a life like cock shape that turned me on, I felt as if I were a babe in a pram, and without doubt, this would probably by the correct dimensions.
‘I think you might struggle to accommodate one that size’, he said, looking down at my crotch as emphasis to what he was implying.
‘What about this one’, I asked, reaching out for an average 7′, thick in circumference, and with built-in vibes and thrust?
‘Look he said’, as he removed it from it’s packaging, ‘see here’ he continued, as he brought the sucker section to my mouth, ‘put some spit on this’, and I stuck my saliva laden tongue out and licked the brown sucker all over, as Uncle Frank, watched me plaster the curved silicon shape sloppily, before sticking it to the hall at my waist height, where it stuck out at right angles, ‘Now young lady’, he said turning me around, ‘all you need to do is back into it, and shag yourself silly’.
Uncle Frank stood directly in front of me, up close and personal, and as he spoke about ‘Shagging myself’, onto this suckered dong, now poking into my bum, as Uncle Frank pushed me onto it, my mind was thinking back and I was mentally feeling his fingers brush across the surface of my pussy, all those years back.
I reached up in the quietness and darkness of where we stood close together, and put my arms around his neck, and suddenly we were kissing passionately, and grinding our crotches together.
Uncle Frank had reached behind and undid the steel button holding the waist band of my skirt, and slipped the zipper all the way down, slipping both his hands inside, he cupped the wondrous softness and curvaceousness of both my buttocks, with my thong string offering only a small nuisance factor, as he f***ed me back onto the dong, after a copious application of oil, the dong slipped into my open cunt, as I clung to Uncle Frank, and he to my bum, listening to my moans and my orgasm in his ear, ‘I’m cumming Uncle Frank, I’m, cumming’.
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