Where it happened: Rec Room Pool Table
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
My bachelor Uncle Pete came to visit us from Montana last December. It had been awhile since he had seen any of us. He was a few years younger than my Dad, who was 42, ahad never married.He was ruggedly handsome — at least I thought so. I hadn’t seen him since I was about 12 years old. One evening, just before Christmas, my Mom and Dad were invited to a Christmas party at some friends’ house, and since we had not been invited, Pete and I stayed home. After dinner, we went down to our recreation room in the basement, where we had a pool table, and we decided to play a few games of pool. We got to talking and kidding around and since I fancied myself as a top notch pool player, I challenged him to play “strip pool” which is very much like “strip poker,” where you have to take off an item of clothing if you lose. He thought he was a pretty good pool player, too, so he took up the challenge, never expecting to lose. Well, as it turned out, I won the first four games, and his shoes and sox were off and laid over in the corner of the room. Then I won game No. 5, and he took off his shirt. No T-shirt. He was just bare-chested now. Finally, I decided to let him “win” a few games, just to make things interesting, and I was down to my jeans and blouse, and, of course, my bra and panties. Then I started to play in earnest again, and he lost the game and his pants. He was down to just his jockey shorts, and they were pretty skimpy. He had a nice body, and I could see his erection plainly outlined beneath the white cotton briefs. Well, to make a longer story quite short, I let him “win” a few more games until we were both buck naked! We were plainly having lots of fun. In the end I “lost” the last game and my panties and we couldn’t restrain ourselves any longer. I leaned over the pool table and he fucked me from behind. When I asked him if he had a condom, he told me he was sterile. I guess, he was, because Ididn’t get pregnant. It wasn’t my “first time,” but it was my first time getting fucked over a pool table and my first time with my own Uncle. The two high school boys with whom I had had sex before never made me feel like Pete did. He was a real man who was a real master of the art. When my parents came home that night, we were both just sitting in the living room, watching TV. After everyone went to bed, I sneaked down from my room on the second floor to the guest room in the basement, and slid into bed with Pete where we fucked most of the night away. That happened twice more after that while he was with us those two weeks. When he left to return to Montana after New Year’s Day, as we said goodbye, he just kissed me on the cheek, as Uncles should, but then he whispered in my ear, “God, you were sooo good!” and he smiled. I smiled back.My parents never found out or even suspected. It actually was my first experience with real good sex.
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