At Uncle Frank's
Chapter Thirty Five: At Uncle Frank’s
My dad had an older brother, Frank. Frank had an eighteen year old stepdaughter, Marcy. Marcy had a body; as they say, “to die for”. Her breasts were large and the skin tight jeans that she typically wore showed off her sexy bottom to absolute perfection.
In addition to her sexy body, which by itself would have attracted my undivided attention, Marcy was extremely attractive. Her face was very close to beautiful, she had full sensuous looking lips, a cute well-shaped nose and big blue eyes. She was a natural blond and her long silky hair fell nearly to her waist. Unfortunately I didn’t get to see Marcy very often and never had a chance to get to know her in the intimate way I would have liked.
Dad and Uncle Frank had business interests that kept them too tied down to do much visiting except by phone or email; but dad had a line on a new business venture and he wanted to discuss it with Uncle Frank in person. He had contacted his brother early in the week and although Frank had to go out of town on business of his own for a few days; he told dad that we should come over on Sunday.
We got to Uncle Frank’s a little before eleven on Sunday morning. Although I knew I would only have a few hours to make any progress in my pursuit of Marcy; I figured that life was full of possibilities. After all, my recent experiences were proof positive of that. But we hadn’t been at Uncle Franks very long when I realized I could probably forget any fantasies related to Marcy.
It seemed that Marcy was unusually preoccupied with something or perhaps just in a bad mood. As we all went out onto the large deck at the back of the house, I gave her a friendly hello and smile; but she barely mumbled a response and flopped down in a deck chair with a bored look on her face. I got the distinct impression that there was definitely something she would rather be doing than making small talk with me.
Uncle Frank’s huge back yard was a show place. Aunt Julia was an avid gardener and there were flower beds everywhere. There were also flowering bushes and shrubs in profusion, with numerous winding pathways throughout the entire garden area. It was a beautiful setting and I was sitting beside a beautiful girl; but it seemed that fate was not smiling on me today. After vainly trying to get some conversation out of Marcy with little success; I gave up and asked Uncle Frank if it was OK for me to watch some TV.
“Sure Bill, be my guest. There’s snack food behind the bar in the family room if you feel the urge,” Uncle Frank said jovially.
After about thirty minutes of channel surfing, I decided that I wasn’t interested in watching TV and thought that I might as well try my luck with Marcy again. I looked out the window and saw that she was still sitting in the deck chair. Then I saw that mom, dad and Aunt Julia were heading out into back yard. As they went down a little path between some tall shrubs, Uncle Frank went over to Marcy and began talking to her. Suddenly her reached down, pulled Marcy out of the chair and started toward the back door with her in tow. I knew they would have to come in through the kitchen. I turned the volume on the TV up a little louder. Then I ran into the dining room and hid just to the side of the doorway.
In a moment they came into the kitchen. Uncle Frank was saying, “Marcy you can’t fool me. I know you too well. When we’re apart for a few days I always know what you’re going to need when I get back. In many ways you’re a mature young woman; but there’s still that little bit of spoiled brat in you and that’s the part I intend to deal with right now and you know what that means.”
Marcy replied, “Please not now. What if they come back and wonder what’s happened to us?”
“Don’t worry; they’ve just started the grand tour and Bill’s watching TV. So there’s plenty of time to take care of business. Now I don’t want any more argument from you,” Uncle Frank replied as he and Marcy passed through the kitchen.
I knew that I would be taking a big chance; but when I heard them going upstairs I slipped out of the dining room and started to follow. As I got to the foot of the stairs, Uncle Frank and Marcy were just entering the upstairs hallway. I waited until I heard a door opening above. Then I crept upstairs, paused in the hall and listened. I heard them in a room down at the end of the hall and I tiptoed to the door. I flattened myself against the door jamb. Then I noticed that I was in luck; the door wasn’t latched. With my heart in my throat, I gently nudged the door open just a crack. From my vantage point, I could see about half of the room.
Uncle Frank was pulling a chair out from a dressing table that stood by the wall. Then he opened a drawer and took out a little wooden paddle. Uncle Frank laid the paddle on the dressing table within easy reach and sat down on the chair.
I heard some movement on the other side of the room but I couldn’t see what was going on. In a few moments my curiosity was satisfied. I saw Marcy walking toward Uncle Frank wearing only her panties. My pulse shot up like rocket at this vision. Her large full breasts stood almost straight out, seeming to defy gravity. Her legs were elegant with large well shaped thighs. Her bottom curved out alluringly; tightly filling the seat of her panties. Add to this, Marcy’s long silky hair cascading over her shoulders and I had a vision of sexuality nearly beyond belief.
When Marcy reached the chair, she stepped to the side and bent over Uncle Frank’s lap. She shifted around a bit until her beautiful panty clad bottom was directly over his knees. Then Uncle Frank put his fingers in the waistband of Marcy’s panties and began to very slowly take them down. I watched their slow descent with my heart pounding; down over her hips revealing her perfectly mounded bottom cheeks and down the shapely thighs to her knees. When the panties reached her knees, Marcy raised her legs and Uncle Frank slipped them down off over her feet and dropped them unceremoniously on the floor. He retrieved the paddle from the top of the dressing table and adjusted Marcy on his lap to get her bottom elevated to its most accessible position. Then he began lightly moving the paddle in a slow circular motion over her bottom. Next he gave each bottom cheek a light swat. I’m sure he did this to enjoy the sight of those firm springy cheeks bouncing a little. I know that I would have done the same thing.
With the delightful preliminaries over, Uncle Frank went to work. He brought the paddle down across Marcy’s sexy bottom with a sharp resounding CRACK. Marcy let out a little squeal that was nearly drowned out by the next CARACK of the paddle as it bounced off her bottom for the second time. By the time a dozen or so resounding blows had been delivered, Marcy was kicking her legs and furiously squirming over Uncle Frank’s knees. Uncle Frank continued to give Marcy’s bottom a good going over with the paddle for another couple of minutes. Then he finished up with two swats in rapid succession; first to the left and then the right bottom cheek. Uncle Frank put the paddle back on the table and began to massage Marcy’s red bottom.
In a few more moments Marcy got up from Uncle Franks lap. She stood in front of him and I saw his hand move to the blond bush of hair between her legs. He slipped a finger into Marcy’s pussy and I’m sure he was toying with her love button. I heard Marcy let out a little sigh of pleasure as Uncle Frank continued massaging her pussy. It was obvious that Marcy’s state of arousal was building. Then Uncle Frank stood up and cupped Marcy’s large full breasts in his hands and began sucking on their dark pink nipples. Then Uncle Frank and Marcy started to kiss passionately as his hands slid down her back to squeeze her beautifully rounded bottom cheeks.
They moved around and breaking of the embrace; Marcy sat down on the chair. Once she was seated
, Marcy drew her legs up toward her chest, spreading them wide as she did so
. My throbbing tool began to strain against my jeans as I saw Marcy’s delectable pussy on display. God! Did I ever envy Uncle Frank! I realized I was actually drooling as I watched this scene unfold and I had to quickly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Uncle Frank knelt down in front of Marcy moving in close between her legs. Then he began to run his tongue up and down slipping it into Marcy’s sweet little love nest. As Uncle Frank continued to eat Marcy’s pussy, he brought his hands up to her breasts and slowly massaged her nipples with the tips of his fingers. Marcy was emitting little cries of pleasure as Uncle Frank continued to work on her pussy. In another couple of minutes Marcy climaxed as she thrust her pussy forward into Uncle Frank’s sucking mouth. In a few more moments Marcy gently pushed Uncle Frank away from her pussy saying, “No more Frank, you’re driving me crazy.”
Uncle Frank got slowly up and walked to the window. Marcy stretched her legs out and leaned back in the chair with a satisfied sigh. Uncle Frank peered out the window and then said, “They’re only about half way through the tour,” he said. “There’s time to deal with some other needs now.” As he turned from the window, he kicked off his shoes and began unfastening his belt. In a moment he had his jeans and under shorts off. Released from the confines of his clothes; his tool was standing straight out. It was obvious that Uncle Frank certainly had nothing to be ashamed of in the size department.
As Uncle Frank came back toward Marcy, she got up from the chair and he took her place there. Uncle Frank motioned for Marcy to step around in front of him. As she stood between his legs, He reached out and cupped a firm large breast in each hand, seeming to be judging their weight as he raised them slightly. Then Marcy bent down a little and Uncle Frank began to suck hungrily on her nipples. By this time I was so aroused that I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.
Finally Uncle Frank raised his head and nodded. Without saying a word, Marcy knelt down between Uncle Frank’s legs. She grasped the shaft of his stiff rod in one hand, while lightly cupping his balls in the palm of her other hand. Then she moved forward bringing the head of Uncle Frank’s stiff member on a level with her sensuous lips. Marcy’s little pink tongue darted out and she began to swirl it slowly around the head. She moved to one side and then the other as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft and back to the head. The Marcy began to lick the very tip, apparently lapping up some pre-cum juices. Then she placed her lips on the tip of Uncle Frank’s stiff rod. Her lips slowly parted as they moved up over the head and down onto the shaft. Then Marcy started making little sucking sounds as she drew Uncle Frank’s rod deeper into her sweet little mouth.
Uncle Frank reached down and lifted Marcy’s long silky hair up away from her face. I’m sure this was to better enjoy the view of this sexy teenage girl expertly sucking him off. Now Marcy began to go to work in earnest, developing a rhythm. Her head moved in as she took the shaft deeper in her mouth and her head moved out as she let it slide out a little. I noticed something from my vantage point that made me crazy with excitement. As Marcy’s head moved in and out, her bottom was moving up and down in perfect synchronization. All the time her lips remained firmly clamped around Uncle Frank’s tool and the sucking sounds continued.
Again, as if by some mutual understanding, Marcy let Uncle Frank’s stiff rod slide all the way out. She moved in very close between his legs and sat back on her heels with her hands in her lap. Then Uncle Frank grasped the shaft of his rod and brought the tip up to Marcy’s lips; she opened her mouth. As he slid it inside, her lips moved up over the head and down to the shaft. Then he thrust forward and good portion of the length went deeper into Marcy’s mouth. Then Uncle Frank drew back sliding his stiff rod out almost to the head before thrusting it deeply back in. Then the pace picked up as a significant length of Uncle Frank’s stiff rod slid in and out between Marcy’s pouting lips. I could hear her begin to make the sucking sounds again. Uncle Frank reached down again and lifted Marcy’s mane of silky blond hair up away from her face to get a better view of the action.
Finally I could tell by the look on Uncle Frank’s face that the moment of release was near at hand. Then he moaned out, “Yes baby. Do it good. It’s almost there!” Suddenly he let out a shuddering moan and I knew he was shooting his load into Marcy’s mouth and down her throat. Marcy made some choking sounds but her lips remained clamped around Uncle Frank’s rod as she continued to suck hungrily. Uncle Frank said, “My God baby you’re driving me crazy!”
When Marcy finally let Uncle Frank’s tool slip from her mouth, she raised it a little and critically eyed the tip. Then she slid out her cunning little tongue and licked off the last few drops of cum, sat back on her heels again and looked up at Uncle Frank. Uncle Frank bent down and kissed Marcy’s forehead and as he stroked her hair he murmured, “That’s my sweet baby. That’s my good girl.”
Then they both stood up. Uncle Frank took Marcy in his arms, let his hands slide down her back and cupped her bottom cheeks ad he nuzzled her neck. Then he said, “I’ve got to go. Steve and I have some important business to discuss. Get freshened up, and go down to keep Bill company for a while. I don’t think he’s having a very good time.”
Hearing this, I quietly retreated down the hall; a little hampered by my own, still rock hard, organ straining inside my pants. I went back to the family room and sat on the couch to watch TV. In about fifteen minutes Marcy came in; now dressed in a pair of white shorts and a halter top. I noted that when she sat beside me, she lowered herself slowly onto the couch. No doubt her bottom was still feeling the effects of her recent spanking. The she said brightly, “Hey Bill, anything good on?”
I replied, “I was watching something very interesting a few minutes ago, but it’s over now.”
As we drove back home late in the afternoon, my mind was fully occupied with what I had seen. I knew that I was going to be able to make good use of my knowledge when the time was right.