I was a bit annoyed. Somehow Hannah and I had ended up stuck at my uncle, Bruce’s, house. We’d gone with my parents to a family picnic. Afterwards everyone else was going to the evening church service, and the plan had been for my parents to grab a lift with my aunt and uncle, and for Hannah and I to drive home in their car. However, my aunt and uncle ended up bringing along an extra child of theirs who originally wasn’t going to come, meaning there wasn’t any longer enough room in their car for both my parents. Long story short, unless we’d wanted to go to church, we were going to have to catch a ride back to my uncle's place to hang out until my parents picked us up on the way back from church. I most certainly didn’t want to go to church, and Hannah had already been to her church’s morning service.
So we both reluctantly agreed to go with my uncle, Bruce, climbing into the back of his beat up old station wagon. I was dressed in a collared shirt and shorts, while Hannah was dressed in a tight-fitting pink t-shirt which showed the outline of her very conservative bra underneath, and some rather showy cotton short shorts with an elastic waistband and a drawstring. While still pretty conservative by most people’s standards, this outfit was much more flattering to her figure than what she usually wore at school, and probably one of the sexiest outfits I’d seen her in. I sat quietly through most of the drive, hoping when we got to his house Bruce would at least leave us to just hang out together, seeing as we’d missed out on getting our alone time at my house.
That sadly was not to be, as he sat down in the loungeroom with us and seemed intent on chatting with us. Hannah and I were sitting next to each other on the three seater, while he was in a recliner at an angle to us. Hannah was holding up most of our end of the conversation, her naturally bubbly personality overcoming any annoyance at our plans for the day having been ruined. My uncle seemed happy with the attention from my pretty girlfriend. While I was always surprised by how attractive the women he dated were, seeing as he was overweight and not particularly rich, Hannah was way out of his league and age bracket, being a hot, blonde high school senior, and over thirty years his junior.
Bruce apparently couldn’t help himself in front of a young hottie, and soon steered the conversation into uncomfortable territory.
“So, how far have you guys gone so far?” he asked, trying to pass it off as a joke with a big grin.
My brain was a bit too slow to get in and cut off the conversation there, with Hannah speaking first.
“Just kissing,” she replied brusquely, obviously proud of her chaste reputation as a Christian.
Bruce turned to me for the first time in the conversation. “You telling me you haven’t even made it past first base yet?! You have the hottest girl in school and you haven’t even touched her over her clothes?!”
“Well, umm, she’s Christian, so we’re happy waiting for marriage…” I replied, a little embarrassed under his interrogation. In truth, I had tried to go beyond just kissing, but every time I’d begun to slide my hand along her thigh or up her midriff, I’d been met with a concerned, nervous look from Hannah, and my own nervousness had gotten the better of me and stopped me from going any further. Hannah was the first girlfriend I’d had, so I had mixed feelings about not getting very far with her. Obviously I wanted to go all the way, but I was also terrified of disappointing her, of showing that I had no idea what I was doing.
Bruce, for his part, seemed to see right through my words and read my exact thoughts. "Haha, sure you are, I bet you’re just nervous, aren’t ya?” he laughed. “Bet you’ve never gotten past first base with any girl, have you?”
I blushed and stuttered, my brain caught between lying or admitting the truth, not even sure what answer Hannah would prefer to hear.
“You know that there’s videos online to show you all that sort of thing, nowadays right?” he said with a conspiratorial look at Hannah. She giggled, covering her mouth. “Well, go on, why don’t you give him a kiss, see if he can do any better.”
Hannah’s eyes widened in shock at Bruce’s suggestion, before looking over at me with a questioning look. I don’t know how I looked back at her, too shocked by her reaction. She obviously didn’t take it as rejection as she slowly leant in towards me. Turning away then not being an option if I still wanted a girlfriend afterwards, I let her lips find mine. I was expecting a quick peck, but she leant into me, her lips parting. Her eyes were closed. Soon our tongues were lightly brushing each other and my hand was holding her side.
The whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about Bruce watching us. I looked over to see him watching intently. When he noticed me looking at him he met my eyes and seemed to be pondering something, his lips pursed.
“Um, actually guys,” he suddenly cut in, causing Hannah to pull back and look at him as well, “why doesn’t Hannah take off her bra? That should make things easier, right? It could help Byron work up the courage.”
“What? No! Hannah doesn’t want to do that!” I replied quickly.
“Is that right Hannah?” he said, looking at Hannah.
“Umm, I don’t know, I guess I could…”
“Ok great! You can just pull it off under your shirt, right?”
“Oh, um, yeah, I should be able to.” She looked around uncomfortably for a second, before standing up and taking several steps into the centre of the room so we could only see her back. She reached back and unsnapped the bra then brought her arms inside her shirt to take the shoulder straps off. As she did however, the bottom of the shirt rode up her back a considerable way, most likely threatening to fully expose her breasts if she did take the bra off. She quickly put her arms back through the sleeves and pulled the shirt back down again. She pulled her arms back into the shirt and tried again, but the shirt rode up again. I was about to suggest she just go and take it off in another room, when Bruce cut me off.
“If you want a hand, come over here and I can hold the shirt down.”
Hannah thought for a moment, looking at my shocked face as my brain tried to catch up with what was happening, before turning back to Bruce and replying. “That would be great, thanks.” She walked over to him and stood in front of him, her hands still inside her shirt, clutching the front of her bra to herself. I could now only see her back. Bruce grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it down, giving her a comforting grin. She let go of the front of the bra and once again tried to pull the straps off her shoulders. She was more successful this time, her arms soon reappearing through the arm holes, her bra clutched in one hand. I watched Bruce take one last look at the tightly stretched front of her shirt, before letting go.
“Ok, let's go again then, shall we?” he said.
Hannah turned around and my mouth dropped open. Her tits looked incredible, sitting pertly on her athletic frame, the previously modest shirt clinging tightly to them. I realised I’d never seen her without a bra before. And Bruce had got to see her first! And with her shirt pulled down and stretched over breasts! She sat back down and gave me a little smile, her cheeks turning pink.
She leaned in again and pushed her lips to mine. I took a second to respond, my mind still working through everything that had just happened. Eventually I reciprocated, and soon we were back to where we’d left off, our tongues just beginning to intertwine, my hand on her side.
I was really starting to enjoy it when I once again remembered Bruce was there. I tried to put him out of my mind, and think about what to do next. I didn’t want to waste this opportunity, but did she really want to go this far in front of him? Why was she being so eager? Did she really want me to ‘work up the courage’, as Bruce put it? I hesitated a moment, not really wanting this moment of our relationship to be happening in front of my weird uncle. In the end my dick won, and I hesitantly inched my hand up her side, towards her breast. I moved extremely slowly at first, still unsure, as well as trying to think about what I was going to do when I did get my hand on her breast. Would I just squeeze them? Rub her nipple? What was I supposed to do?
Trying to ignore my overactive brain, I slid my hand up a little further, moving with more purpose now. Her eyes snapped open. Shit, maybe she didn’t want this! I snapped my hand back. Hannah breathed out and pulled back, looking deep into my eyes, her emotions unreadable, before glancing over at Bruce and instantly blushing. She giggled and fell back into the couch.
Bruce also let out a hearty chuckle. “Oh my god, you are nervous! They’re just tits, dude, they ain’t gonna bite! Just rub, ‘em squeeze ‘em, maybe work the nipple a little and yer girls gonna be in heaven.”
Hannah was giggling again, still covering her mouth in a show of some grace to me. I was turning red again.
“Look, if you want some pointers, I’m sure I can find you a video of some over the clothes touching so as not to upset Hannah’s good christian morals, if you want.”
The suggestion was actually somewhat enticing. Maybe this would be exactly what I needed to get over my nerves. But surely Hannah wouldn’t want that, would she? I looked over at her to find her already looking at me. I looked into her eyes for a moment, trying to figure out what she was thinking, her doing the same to me. After only a moment, a smile spread across her face and she looked back at Bruce.
“Sure, sounds good!” she said a little too cheerily, her face still pink.
Bruce laughed again. “Looks like your girlfriend was keen this whole time and you still couldn’t do it!” I blushed at his dig at my confidence. “Ok, just give me a sec and I'll get it up on the tv.” He pulled out his phone and mucked around on it for a moment, appearing to scroll through a few different options, before picking one and casting it to the tv.
On the screen appeared a pretty looking woman, probably in her late twenties, sitting on the edge of a bed in a tidy bedroom, smiling excitedly, but nervously, at the camera. She was dressed in a pretty looking mauve dress. She was soon joined by a handsome, similarly aged man as he walked out from behind the camera. She smiled up at him as he approached. He sat down next to her. They both looked at each other, both obviously a little uncomfortable in front of the camera. The woman glanced back at the camera, biting her lip. The man lifted his hand and rubbed her back supportively. She turned her attention back to him and he slowly leant in and kissed her.
She hesitated at first, but soon reciprocated, her soft moans and aroused breaths emanating from the tv speakers. The man then brought his other hand up and grabbed her side, just below her breast. He rubbed up and down several times before moving his hand onto her breast. He began squeezing it gently, his thumb rubbing over where her now erect nipple was just visible through the material of her dress. They continued kissing passionately, her moans becoming louder. He was groping her breast more vigorously now, drawing his thumb and finger together to gently squeeze her nipple.
“Well, do you reckon you could do that?” Bruce suddenly interjected, tapping his phone to pause the video. I jumped, having been completely drawn into the video. I panicked, sure that Hannah would be disgusted by me being so interested in the porno. Looking at her I instead found her biting her lip, looking at me hopefully.
“Oh, um, yeah, sure,” I stuttered out. I glanced over at him to see him looking eagerly on, before looking back into Hannah’s eyes. Then I looked down to her body, took a deep breath and put my hand back on her side.
“No no, not like that, you need more passion!”
I gulped, withdrew my hand and placed it back a little more firmly. Hannah smiled encouragingly at me, but Bruce didn’t seem happy.
“Come on, she’s a woman, not a bag of sand! Here, let me show you!” He stood up and shuffled over in front of us, looking at us expectantly. “Well come on, move over,” he said, motioning us to move towards my end of the couch.
Hannah did as he asked, scooching over, forcing me to slide over as well. I tried to work out what he meant. Show me what? He wasn’t going to actually touch her, was he?
Bruce quickly plonked himself down onto the couch on the other side of Hannah.
“Ok Hannah, turn yourself to face me.” Hannah followed his instruction, her back now to me. “Ok, you watching there, Byron?”
Shit, it looked like he really was going to demonstrate on her! Surely Hannah would stop him, right?
Before I had time to raise my own protest, he’d reached out and grabbed her side. It wasn’t even that intimate, but the sight of his hand on her instantly made my stomach flip, especially because it was so close to her now almost unprotected breast, the shape of her nipple visible through the material.
“See, not too hard right?” Bruce said, looking at me, his hand still holding Hannah’s side. “Ok, why don’t you have another go?”
“Uh, ok.” I felt like I should stand up for myself and tell him to get stuffed and keep his hands off my girlfriend, except it did seem like he was genuinely trying to help me. Plus, Hannah didn’t seem too upset, and it seemed like this was going to lead to me getting to finally touch her boobs. He finally drew his hand back and Hannah shuffled around to face me. She gave me another encouraging smile. I suddenly realised I was fully erect, and tried to hide it by lifting my knee up.
“Well, come on then, stop fiddling around and get to it!” Bruce pressed.
I quickly raised my hand and paused for a second, trying to think about what Bruce had done. I then grabbed Hannah’s side firmly, but not too firmly.
“No no no, you can’t hesitate! Were you not watching me at all?” Bruce asked exasperatedly. “Here I’ll show you again.” Hannah began turning back to face him.
“Does it really matter?” I asked quickly, not really wanting him to touch her again. “Maybe we should just move on to the next bit?”
“Hmm, I don’t know…” Bruce said hesitantly.
“Surely it doesn’t feel that different, does it Hannah?” I asked her pleadingly.
“Umm, yeah, it actually does feel a little different.”
“How about I show you one last time, then show you the next bit as well? How does that sound, Hannah?” Bruce asked.
“Yeah ok, sounds good.”
My throat went dry. What did he mean by ‘the next bit’? Did he mean touching her boob? Surely Hannah wouldn’t agree to that! Right?
Bruce confidently placed his hand on Hannah’s side once more. “See how I did that?” he asked, glancing briefly over at me before looking straight back at Hannah. “Ok, now onto the next bit.” He slowly moved his hand up her side, heading straight towards her breast. Hannah and I both drew in a sharp breath, yet neither of us said anything to make him stop. Just before his thumb came into contact with the underside of her breast, he reversed direction, sliding his hand back down her side.
Hannah breathed out again, and looked up into Bruce’s eyes. He moved his hand up again, his eyes locked on her’s. She breathed in a deep breath, her chest expanding, thrusting her breasts out. His hand reached the bottom of her breast again. My head felt light. Surely he wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t touch my girlfriend's breast before me, right in front of my eyes.
His hand continued upwards, his thumb making the first contact with her upthrust breast. His hand came to a stop with him just cupping the bottom of her breast. Hannah let out a shaky breath, her chest deflating, and her breast lowering into his hand. Her eyes remained locked on his as he couldn’t help but smirk.
He gave her breast a gentle squeeze, before lightly brushing across her nipple with his thumb. Him and I both watched with fascination as we saw it harden under the thin material of her top. Hannah was breathing heavily now, her breasts rising and falling. Bruce rubbed his thumb across her nipple again before moving his whole hand further up and squeezing her entire breast. This caused Hannah to let out a slight moan. He squeezed her breast again, eliciting another moan. Then he did it again, drawing yet another moan from her lips. She closed her eyes. I felt my heart sink at the sight of my fat, old uncle having his way with Hannah’s perfect breast, obviously bringing her pleasure, before I even got to touch it. He continued to work her tit, rubbing and squeezing her breast several more times before reluctantly withdrawing his hand.
“Well, I guess Byron should have another go,” he said.
“Oh yeah, I guess so.” Hannah sat still a moment longer, eyes closed, before shuffling around to face me. “So, um, are you ready?”
I nodded numbly, taking several more seconds to get my mind back on track. We both sat still, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally I realised it was going to have to be me and leant in to kiss her. As she began to return the kiss I placed my hand once again on her side. Not wanting to take too long, I started moving my hand upwards, my heart hammering in my chest. I slowed down as I felt like I was getting close to her breast. I felt like my hand was shaking, I was so close to getting to touch my first boob, and it belonged to probably the hottest girl in my year! I pushed down my nerves and made one last quick push towards her breast. Just then I felt my thumb come into contact with the bottom of her breast. My heart leapt at the feel of her soft flesh.
Suddenly Hannah jumped back and grabbed my hand, stopping it from making any further progress. “Eek, too quick, Byron!” I blushed bright red at failing yet again.
Bruce couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh man, you really are struggling with this. So what do you think his problem is, Hannah?”
“Um, maybe it’s because he’s kissing me at the same time, and he’s only seen you do it without the kissing?” she said timidly.
“Hmm, yeah, maybe. How about we try it without the kissing?”
“Ah, yeah, ok,” Hannah said, sounding unsure.
I took a deep breath and put my hand back on her side. She seemed to really want this, I thought to myself. And I was letting her down. Not to mention, I was also letting myself down! This was my chance. My mind made up and with new determination, I was about to make my move, when I was interrupted by Bruce.
“Actually, I’ve got a better idea. Hannah, turn back this way.” She quickly followed his request. “How about I just demonstrate the kissing as well? Would that be alright?”
I couldn’t believe my ears! He wanted to kiss her as well?! I was even more shocked when I heard her reply.
“Yeah, I guess that’d be ok.”
He didn’t waste any more time, leaning in and planting his lips on hers. She didn’t pull back, and in fact seemed to kiss him back. It was quite a sight, her perfectly proportioned face pushed up against the pudgy, wrinkled face of my uncle. He placed his hand on her side and slid it straight up onto her boob. She moaned into his mouth as he began kneading it. I looked on in astonishment as they lustily made out in front of me.
I saw his hand leave her breast and felt a momentary sense of relief. It was short lived however, as he immediately ran his hand down her body before grabbing her ass. Hannah let out another appreciative moan. The tight material of her shorts did little to protect her and I watched his hand dig into her ample behind through the soft cotton material. His finger extended around deep into her ass crack.
I felt my dick twitch and looked down and noticed I was rock hard. I distractedly rubbed it through my pants and felt a shock of pleasure rush through me, sharpening the nervous, worried feeling in my stomach.
I looked back up to see them still making out, occasionally catching peaks of their tongues duelling between their mouths. Bruce used his grip on Hannah’s ass to pull her with him as he rotated to sit straight on the couch, pulling her up to sit astride his lap. She wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling their faces together. Bruce brought his other hand up to Hannah’s other butt cheek, greedily grasping it. He then forcefully pulled her hard up against his crotch. She moaned, and after a few seconds began grinding her hips forwards rhythmically into him. I couldn’t help but imagine her pussy being pushed hard up against his erect cock, grinding along its length with every rock of her hips. I could see her hard nipples pressed up against his chest as she moaned into his mouth, lips parted and tongues intertwined.
I was the most anguished and most turned on I had ever been in my whole life, all at once. The intense mix of emotions of watching my incredibly beautiful girlfriend acting so sexual, so wanton, with an old man, was overwhelming my poor brain and overflowing into arousal. My dick was painfully hard, I don’t think I’d been anywhere near this hard ever before in my life.
Bruce took a hand off Hannah's ass and slid it around to her tummy. He worked his way under her shirt and then slid his hand up until I could see his hand on her breast, under her shirt. My heart was hammering, echoing in my ears, almost drowning out her guttural moan. Her eyes suddenly snapped open and she pulled back. She looked over at me with a sheepish grin, her arms still around his neck. Bruce also looked over at me, one hand still pawing her ass, and the other still moving under her shirt.
“Well, how was that? Did you get an idea of what to do?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think I got everything. Maybe I should give it a go?”
“I actually reckon we have a break, then you guys can try that in your own time, without your old uncle around, hey?”
My heart sank. I thought I was about to get as far as he had with Hannah. Then the sensible part of my brain finally pushed through the horny part, and reminded me that this is what I had been trying to say the whole time.
“Yeah, sounds good,” I said, not managing to sound fully enthused.
“That sound good to you?” he asked Hannah, turning back to face her, his face centimetres from hers.
“Mmm, yeah, I guess so,” she said distractedly.
Bruce pulled his hand out from her top, grabbed her ass and stood up, holding her in his arms. He then deposited her on her feet and started towards the kitchen. As he walked past I caught a glimpse of a massive bulge in his jeans. Was Hannah really just grinding up against that?!
“You guys want a drink?” Bruce asked.
“Um, sure,” I replied automatically.
“Oh, ah yes please!” replied Hannah cheerily as she jumped, the distant look disappearing from her face.
I looked her up and down, my eyes lingering on her braless tits, her nipples pointing very obviously through the material of her top. I looked up and found her looking at me with a thoughtful smile.
“I can’t wait for you to do that to me. It was so kind of your uncle to show you all that, especially because he had to be so patient with you.”
“Uh, yeah, very… nice… of him,” I muttered sarcastically.
Bruce reentered carrying three beers. He handed one each to me and Hannah.
“Thank you so much!” Hannah said brightly.
He twisted the top of his bottle and held it up for a toast. “Well, cheers to new knowledge!”
“Cheers,” I said, but Bruce wasn’t finished.
“And to some first experiences for Hannah!”
“Hahaha, cheers!” Hannah said, clinking her bottle with Bruces. Not wanting to be weird, I clinked my bottle against theirs as well, then took a deep drink, hoping the alcohol would help settle my nerves.
“So, have you guys been watching The Mandalorian?” Bruce asked as he walked over and sank into his recliner.
“Oh my gosh yes!” Hannah said excitedly, quickly settling into a conversation about her favourite characters, quotes and fan theories. I stepped back and sat back down on the three seater. Hannah remained standing, enthusiastically talking with Bruce about all the new Star Wars shows and movies. I tried to keep up, but my mind kept slipping back to images of Hannah making out with Bruce, her hips undulating as she ground her pussy against his massively bulging crotch.
I tuned back into the conversation as Bruce pulled out his phone to show Hannah something. She walked over and sat down on the arm of his chair, her leg lightly resting against his. He held up the phone and after taking a second to read it, she let out a sparkling laugh. He pulled the phone back and swiped through, before holding it back out. This time he also placed his hand on her back. Previously it wouldn’t have had any reaction from me, but after everything that had just happened it instantly made my stomach clench.
After she had given him another laugh in response, he pulled the phone back. “Oh wait, you gotta see this one!” He swiped through a few more, before showing her the screen again. This time he only rotated it towards her, keeping it in front of himself. She leaned over to read it, her hand on his shoulder to support herself. She let out a hearty laugh, leaning further into him. He swiped across again and she leant further in, her arm sliding across to rest behind him for better support. I noticed that Bruce’s hand had moved across to hold her side.
I watched as they continued to casually chat as they sat so close to each other, each with an arm wrapped around the other. I know that they’d just been much more intimate with each other, but I didn’t like them doing it without even the pretext of showing me how to do something. Although, maybe I could learn something from this. Bruce had been so casual as he got Hannah close and put his arm around her. If I’d been in the same situation I wouldn’t have been anywhere near as smooth. And they looked so comfortable together, while when Hannah and I snuggled, it always felt a little awkward.
I watched for the next ten minutes, occasionally chiming into the conversation. Then I got a text from my dad to say that they were just leaving church, and would be swinging by to pick us up in fifteen minutes. I breathed a sigh of relief and passed the message on to Hannah and Bruce.
“Aww, I’ve been enjoying having you guys here though!” Bruce said. “If you want you can stay a little longer and I can drop you home later. If you want I can show you a few more pointers for the next stage of your relationship as well if you want.”
“That’s alright, we wouldn’t want to put you out by making you drive,” I said hurriedly, wondering where the offer to drive us to my home had been earlier, when he could have dropped us straight home after the picnic.
“No no, it wouldn’t be a trouble at all! What do you reckon, Hannah? Keen for some more practice with Byron?” he asked, giving her a friendly squeeze with his arm that was still wrapped around her.
With me? That seemed unlikely, seeing as Bruce had managed to do most of the ‘practising’ last time!
“Hmm, that does sound good, and Byron could definitely do with some more practice,” she said matter-of-factly, as if she was actually weighing up the options. “What would we practise next?”
“Well, after getting to feel those incredible tits of yours, the next thing any man would want to do is try and get you out of your pants and his fingers in your pussy, so I guess we’d practise that.”
Hannah squirmed a little, rubbing her legs together. “Mhm, you'd like to practise that on me, wouldn’t you Byron?” she said, looking at me.
My dick was hard again thinking about getting to do all of that to Hannah, but I also really didn’t want a repeat of the previous exercise. I realised I’d paused for too long as I thought how to respond and Hannah was starting to frown. “Yeah, of course I would!” I said quickly, not wanting to ruin my chances of ever getting to third base or further with Hannah.
“Ok, cool, well text your dad back and let him know,” Hannah replied before I could go on to explain that maybe we should wait to do it in our own time without my uncle around.
“Oh, ah, umm yeah sure,” I stuttered, not sure how to get out of it now.
I quickly sent through a text telling my dad that he didn’t need to give us a lift, and that we’d get a lift across later. Text sent, I looked up from my phone to find Bruce and Hannah both looking at me.
“Did you send it?” Hannah asked.
“Ah, yep, text sent.”
“Awesome! Well, lets get onto step two of Byron’s training!” Bruce said enthusiastically, patting Hannah’s butt. She pulled her arm from around his shoulders and stood up.
“Ok, what’s the plan?” she asked eagerly.
“Umm, how about you go and sit on his lap like you were sitting on mine earlier?”
My mood lifted at that, at least she’d start with me. All I had to do was be confident and Bruce would never need to demonstrate anything on Hannah, and I could keep her to myself for the rest of the night.
“Ok,” Hannah said cheerily. She walked over and sad astride my knees and looked back at Bruce, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. I stared at her breasts, which were now right in front of my eyes. I was instantly nervous again, not sure what to do with my hands. I really wanted to reach up and grab her tits, but I didn’t want to scare her and send her back to Bruce. I looked over to him, hoping that he would give me an instruction, my hands held nervously between me and Hannah’s torsos.
He grinned back at me. “Ok Byron, start by grabbing her ass.”
Now sure of what to do, I confidently reached round and put both hands on her cheeks. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard with Bruce’s help, I thought, catching Hannah’s eyes and sharing a smile.
“Ok, we’ll start off simple. Slide both hands to the front of her shorts and undo the drawstring.”
I followed his instruction, slipping my hands around to her front. I fumbled a bit, but soon found the knot. A moment later I had it undone. My heart was soaring, tummy tingling with excitement. I was so close to getting to third base!
Suddenly Hannah reached down and grabbed her shorts, quickly pulling them up the small distance they’d fallen. I looked at her questioningly as she gave me a nervous look, before she looked over to Bruce.
“You all good there, Hannah? What’s up?”
“Umm, it’s just I’ve never shown my pussy to anyone before, and I’m nervous that he won’t like it, that he’ll think it’s ugly.”
“What? I won’t think it’s ugly baby! There’s nothing I want to do more than see it! I promise I’ll love it!” I said reassuringly.
“Hmmm, I don’t know, you’re probably just saying that…” she said sceptically.
“I’m saying it because I love you, and I know I’m going to love every part of you!”
She looked back at me, the worry leaving her face. “Aw thanks honey! You really mean that?”
“Of course!”
She looked back over at Bruce. “Ok,” she said with a deep breath, “I’m all good. Should we start again?”
“Yep, let’s take it again from the top.”
Hannah redid the drawstring on her shorts, and I placed my hands back on her butt. I smiled at her, my heart beating and cock throbbing, eager to get back to it. She smiled back, took another deep breath, and looked over at Bruce. He nodded, and I once again started moving my hands towards the front of her shorts.
“Hang on a second,” Bruce suddenly cut in. “Hannah, you still look a little worried there, am I right?”
I held my hands still, waiting for her response.
“Umm, yeah, I guess still a little.”
“I’ve got an idea. I’ve seen plenty of pussies in my life, so how about you show me first, then you don’t have to be worried when Byron sees it?”
“Hmm, yeah, ok, that sounds good!”
“Wait, Hannah, you don’t need to be worried, I’m telling you I’ll love you no matter what! You don’t need to get Bruce to look, he already got to touch your boobs first!” I said desperately as she was already sliding off my lap.
“Don’t say it like that, it’s not like he’s doing this for his own enjoyment, he’s doing this for you! Plus, this is my first time, don’t you think it’s important that I’m comfortable and enjoy it?”
“Of course I want you to enjoy it…” I said, not sure how I was supposed to respond. I tried grabbing her hand but, not wanting to cause a scene, was forced to let her fingers slip out of mine as she walked over to Bruce. She stood in front of him, her back to me. She reached down and grabbed the front of her shorts. Then, with one last look back at me, for assurance or to confirm I couldn’t see I wasn't sure, she undid the knot. She then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and her panties and pulled them both down as far as she could without revealing her butt.
“Wow!” I heard Bruce say. “You’ve got a beautiful pussy. Do you shave?”
“Umm, yeah, I do,” Hannah admitted quietly. “Can you see well enough? Should I try and spread it open a bit?”
“Yeah, good idea.”
“How’s that?”
“It’s a little hard with your shorts like that.”
“Hang on, I’ll try…” she said as she pushed her shorts down a little further, until they suddenly started slipping down her butt. She let out a squeak and quickly reached back to yank them back up.
“I’ve got an idea,’ Bruce said, jumping up and grabbing a nearby towel before sitting back down. “Here, hold this out to cover yourself, then I can just pull you shorts all the way off.”
“Good idea!” Hannah said, taking the towel from him and, holding it by two corners, she held it out behind her so that it blocked me from seeing her from her knees up to her lower back. She looked back at me again before turning back to Bruce “Ok, that should be good!”
“Ok, here we go,” Bruce said, reaching his hands towards Hannah. Next thing I saw was Hannah’s shorts and panties hit the floor around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them away, before taking a wide stance, her feet almost a metre apart.
“Damn, that is one fine view! You really do have a gorgeous pussy!”
“Haha, thanks! That means a lot,” Hannah giggled, before looking at both her hands now busy holding up the towel. “Oh no, my hands aren’t free to spread it open now. I’m still kind of worried it might look weird inside.”
“Hmm, I guess I could spread it for you?”
“Umm, ok.”
“Wait!” I said “Umm, maybe we should just stop and talk before he touches you down there?”
“Don’t worry, he isn’t really going to touch me, he only needs to touch the outside to pull my lips back.”
“Yeah, don’t worry Byron, this definitely doesn’t count.”
“Umm, well ok, if you’re sure it doesn’t count,” I said, knowing there was no point arguing.
Bruce leant forward and reached out with both hands. Hannah sucked in her breath.
“Oh wow, such a beautiful colour!” Bruce exclaimed. I couldn’t believe it! Hannah was letting my gross old uncle put his hands on her pussy and look deep inside before I even got to touch her boobs. “You are so wet as well!” Bruce added.
“Oh my gosh, stop embarrassing me!” Hannah laughed.
Bruce spent another half minute examining my girlfriend’s spread open pussy, though it felt much longer, before finally pulling back and giving her a friendly pat on the ass. “Ok, I think that’s good. You’ve nothing to worry about, you have one of the best pussies I’ve ever seen.”
“Aww, thanks!” she said happily. “Ok, what do we do now?” she asked, looking down at her shorts and panties while still holding the towel.
“Well, you’re already out of your pants, so how about we just move on? Byron can just practise that bit later.”
“Ok. So should I just drop the towel?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
I held my breath, my pulse quickening. I was about to see Hannah’s ass for the first time! I knew it would be firm and extremely well proportioned from her time spent in the gym and on the track, having seen it shown off in dresses and shorts, but I was sure it was going to look even better naked.
“Actually, can you please just hold the towel for a second?” Hannah asked Bruce.
“Aha, sure.” He leant forward and reached his arms out wide to grab the corners of the towel from Hannah. This put his face right in front of her crotch. She looked down and giggled at him.
“So, umm, is it ok if I show you my ass as well, so you can make sure it also looks good?”
“Go for it!” Bruce said enthusiastically.
Hannah quickly turned around, her ass now less than an inch from Bruce's face. I watched with wide eyes, before looking up at her face. She was looking at me with a pleased little smile on her face.
“So, how is it?” she asked him, looking back over her shoulder, peering down at his face practically in her ass crack.
“Holy cow, you have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen,” came his completely sincere response.
“Thanks! How does it look when I do this?” she asked, before shocking me even further by shaking her ass right in his face. I could only imagine what his view must be like, sure that her jiggling cheeks were probably brushing his nose.
“Haha, oh wow, that is something else! Do you mind just grabbing the towel again for me?”
Hannah grabbed the towel back from him, holding it out so I still couldn’t see anything from her thighs to the bottom of her breasts. She looked at me, and I saw her eyes suddenly go wide.
“Hey! I didn’t say you could touch my butt!” she laughed.
“Well I’ve got to have a proper look, don’t I?”
“Ah geez, I guess so.”
“Oh wow, you’ve got a cute asshole!”
“Hey, stop embarrassing me!”
“Haha, it’s winking at me!”
I could only look on in disbelief. She’d got him to look at her first so she wasn’t embarrassed, and now he was looking at her asshole, from only a few inches away! Even though Hannah didn’t seem upset, I had to say something. I couldn’t let another guy say humiliating things about my girlfriend right in front of me.
“Hey, cut it out Bruce! She’s doing this because she was worried about being embarrassed, and now you’re saying stuff like that!”
“Chill out dude, girls like it when a confident guy teases them, it gets them aroused. I’m just trying to help you out by getting her warmed up. Isn’t that right, Hannah?”
“Oh, umm, yeah, I do kinda like it, Byron.”
“Oh, ok,” I said, feeling defeated. “Why don’t we move on to the next bit?”
Hannah looked back over her shoulder at Bruce, who was still toying with her ass. “Bruce?”
“What? Oh, move on to the next bit? Yeah, sure, sounds good.” He let go of her butt cheeks and sat back in his chair. “Ok, I guess you’re good to drop the towel now.”
“Ok,” Hannah said, taking a deep breath. Despite everything that had happened so far, I couldn’t deny that I was excited to finally see Hannah’s naked body. She let go of the towel, and to me it felt like it hung in the air for a second, even the power of gravity wanting to deny me for a final moment. Eventually it fell, revealing Hannah’s pussy to my eyes for the first time. My mouth dropped open. She had the most perfect pussy! It was shaved completely smooth and perfectly proportioned. Her lips were visibly pink and puffy with arousal, and I could just see glistening moisture inside. Out of all the girls I’d seen in porn, none of them held a candle to Hannah.
I was pulled out of my stunned reverie by Bruce. “Well come on boy, say something! She said she was nervous, and now you're just sitting there staring!”
I jumped and looked up in terror at Hannah to see her eyebrows slanted in annoyance. “Fuck, sorry babe, it looks incredible, really!” Hannah just glared back at me, crossing her arms. Fuck! Why was I fucking up everything about our first time! I looked to Bruce for help.
He gave me a commiseratory look. “Come on Hannah,” he said, reaching out to pat her on the ass, “he’s never seen a pussy in real life before, and probably never one as fine as yours!”
“Hmph!” was all the reply he got.
“Look, we’ll move on the next bit, and I’m sure you’ll forgive him as soon as he starts giving you a real good fingering.” He was rubbing her butt now, trying to placate her. He looked at me. “You do at least know how to finger a girl, right?”
“Oh, um, yeah? I just put my fingers in and out right?” I replied, my voice bouncing up an octave with nervousness. I gulped, hating my words as soon as they’d left my mouth.
“Oh geez. We’re going to have to show him how to do this properly,” he said to Hannah. “Do you want to sit down and spread your legs so I can point out all the important bits? Don’t worry, I’m just going to point,” he added before I could voice my concerns.
Hannah looked at the couch next to me where we both knew Bruce had meant for her to sit, then shot me a glare and dropped herself onto Bruce's lap, her knees spread wide.
“Woah, well I guess that works as well!” Bruce chuckled. He reached around and placed one hand on her lower belly to hold her in place. He then reached his other hand around and grabbed her upper thigh, pulling her legs wider, revealing more of her glistening interior. “Ok,” he began, moving his hand off her thigh and gesturing to her outer lips, “here is the labia, and this is what you want to start with when you’re pleasuring a girl.” Next he pointed to the little nub poking out the top of her slit. “This is the clit, and it pokes out when a girl’s aroused. That’s where you want to start rubbing next, but you have to make sure to start gently, it can be very sensitive. And lower down here is where you can finally stick your fingers, or something else, when you’ve got her nice and wet. But when you’re fingering her, make sure you keep working the clit! Got all that?”
"Umm, yeah, I think so…”
Bruce definitely recognised my nervousness. “Look, how about I just show you those first two steps? That way I’m not actually penetrating her, so you still get to be her first.”
I looked up at Hannah, who frowned at me when she saw me looking at her. “Um, yeah, sure,” I said, not knowing what Hannah wanted me to do, and too nervous about not knowing how to finger a girl properly. She gave me a smile and I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I could still save this.
Bruce slid his fingers down and began rubbing them up and down her pussy. Hannah shuddered and moaned, her stomach rising and falling as her breathing quickened in lust. I looked her in the eyes, but her eyes were unfocused, her lips parted as she panted. She started to roll her hips with the motion of his hand, pushing hard against his hand. I watched, transfixed, at the sight of the soft flesh of her pussy being manhandled by his large hands, at the undulating movement of her hips.
He continued rubbing her, speeding up his motion, increasing his pressure. Her springy, youthful mound yielding more to his firmer motions, her rocking her hips up into him harder, clearly enjoying the increased pressure. She began letting out whimpers and moans.
Then he moved up and began circling his fingers around her clit. She let out a much louder whimper, her legs quivering. My cock was rock hard again, the sight of my young, incredibly beautiful girlfriend losing herself to pleasure at the hands of a fat old man undeniably arousing.
Bruce slid his hand on her stomach up under her shirt and grabbed her tit. He pulled and twisted her nipple as he increased the pace of his hand on her clit. Soon he was rapidly moving his hand side to side, drops of liquid flying off at his vigorous motion.
“YES! YES! YES!” Hannah screamed, rolling her head back onto his shoulder, her back arched, her breasts thrust forward.
Bruce slowed to a near stop, leaving his hands on her tit and pussy, slowly rubbing and groping. “Now that she's nice and wet, if I was doing this for real, here would be the moment where I stuck my fingers into that tight little pussy.”
“Mhm,” was all I managed to say in response, too fixated on the sight of his fat fingers massaging the puffy flesh of her pussy, dripping with pussy juice.
“Please…” I heard Hannah moan. I looked up at her and saw her looking at me pleadingly.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Umm, maybe you should just show me the next bit as well.”
Bruce raised his eyebrows at me. “You sure, bud?” I nodded, my face burning with shame, but my cock harder than ever before, and a sense of relief that I wouldn’t have to fumble around after she’d just had what looked like a master class performed on her.
“Thank you baby,” Hannah moaned.
“Well ok, if you say so…” said Bruce, plunging two of his fingers into Hannah's virgin pussy.
“Thank you!” Hannah squealed, throwing her head back.
I watched on with equal parts regret and arousal as he slowly but forcefully plunged his fat fingers in and out of her dripping slit. My heart ached watching the girl I’d dreamed I would get to finally make love to on our wedding night get penetrated by my ugly, crude uncle’s chubby digits, as she gushed around him, her head thrown back in pleasure. Every time he withdrew, her hips would pull back as well, no doubt rubbing her luscious ass up against his sizable erection, readying herself to meet his next plunge of his fingers into her desperate pussy. All the while he continued to roughly work her breast, in such a manner that I was surprised she didn’t cry out in protest as he pulled and pinched her nipple, and tightly grasped the entirety of her breast, the flesh bulging out between his fingers.
Before long, Hannah reached her hands up behind her head and grabbed Bruce’s head, pulling him down desperately to meet her in a passionate kiss. At the odd angle, their lips didn't fully seal together, and I could see their tongues moving lustily over each other.
Bruce started to speed up the pace of his thrusting fingers, and was soon hammering into her rapidly, creating loud, wet sounds as he stirred up her sloppy hole. Hannah did her best to match her thrusts to his onslaught, but couldn’t keep up and was soon gyrating her hips as she was forced back harder onto his bulge by the power of his hand pounding into her. Before much longer her body was stiffening, her legs quivering, and a blissful squeal was being forced from her lungs as her body was wracked by an extremely intense looking orgasm. It seemed to go on and on, her legs shaking violently the whole time, her hips thrusting up erratically. Bruce kept up his assault on her with his pistoning fingers the whole time, sprays of her juices squirting out between his fingers every couple of seconds.
Finally it ended, and Hannah slumped down, her body drained, but her face glowing with a tranquil happiness. They sat together for several minutes, Bruce continuing to gently caress her pussy as she lay back against him, a dreamy smile on her face as she watched him. I was feeling more and more awkward as the time ticked by, watching my teen girlfriend lost in her own world with Bruce, as he continued to enjoy her perfect body. He leant over and kissed her lovingly on the lips, and she responded with her own gentle, comfortable kiss. He ran his finger up and down her slit and she let out a contented moan and let her head fall back again, her body relaxed, her hips slowly rolling with his gentle motions.
After watching them continue this for another minute, both of them just enjoying Hannah’s body as she basqued in the afterglow of her orgasm, I couldn’t take any more. Neither of them had looked at me for over ten minutes, and I felt like a third wheel. The sight of Hannah’s post-orgasm body was also making me incredibly aroused. The glistening wetness extending most the way down her inner thighs, the flush slowly receding from her face and chest. The heartwrenching sight of it in the clutches of Bruce’s bulky form only intensified the butterflies in my stomach, made my dick throb harder. All this was just making me feel like a pervert for watching my own girlfriend.
I began shifting around on the couch, hoping the motion and noise would catch their attention away from each other, before just noisily clearing my throat when that had no effect. They both finally looked over, Bruce with a smirk plastered on his face, and Hannah with a contented smile. As her eyes met mine the smile deepened and I could see the gratitude in her eyes. This helped to lessen the anxious feeling in my chest, but not by much. I felt like I was watching my virgin girlfriend getting stolen away from me right before my eyes, and, worst of all, with my consent at every step.
Bruce must have noticed the anguish in my eyes, as he did his best to wipe the smirk of his face. “Hey, sorry it had to happen that way, Byron. Sorry I kind of took your girlfriend's virginity, but I was just doing what’s best for you.”
I gulped. “That’s alright, I guess,” I croaked out.
“Hey, how about we make sure this wasn’t all for nothing, why don’t you fuck Hannah right now, take her virginity for real? What do you say, Hannah?”
She looked at me, her eyes still full of love and gratitude. “Yeah, ok, let's do it!” she said, the excitement building in her voice. My heart lifted again. Maybe this would all be worth it. Bruce had gotten her warmed up, I’d shown my love and confidence by letting him, and now I got to do the easy, and arguably most fun, part and finish the job. I nodded.
“Ok! Great! I guess we should take this to my bedroom then,” Bruce said enthusiastically, helping Hannah to her feet before standing himself. I baulked once again at the sight of the massive bulge in his pants, knowing that Hannah had been rubbing and grinding against it for the past fifteen minutes or so now.
Bruce ushered Hannah towards his bedroom, guiding her with his hand on ass cheek. I quickly rose from the lounge and followed them.
His room was sparsely furnished, yet still messy, with dirty clothes strewn on the floor, beer bottles dotted around, the bed unmade and clearly due for a change of sheets. They stopped just before the bed, Bruce's large frame blocking me from seeing Hannah as I stood in the doorway.
“Here, turn around,” Bruce said to her. He then reached down to around her waist level before moving his hands upwards. Hannah raised her hands up towards the roof, and I realised he was peeling her top off her, her last remaining item of clothing.
“Damn, those are some nice fucking titties! Better than any I’ve ever seen in porn, that’s for sure!”
I felt another pang of jealousy. Even though it wasn’t the worst first he’d gotten now, seeing her tits was just one more to add to a quite long list now.
Next Bruce helped Hannah to lay back on his bed. I saw her legs appear out from behind his body as he physically positioned her to his liking. Finally he stepped aside and I could take in my first look at my fully naked girlfriend. She looked stunning, her long, athletic legs spread lewdly apart, revealing the insides of her perfect pussy. Her toned tummy led up to her incredible tits, only falling slightly outwards due to gravity, topped by pointed nipples. She had her arms resting behind her head, a smile on her lips and her hair cascading out around her head. Even the slightly stained bed sheets and several pairs of Bruce’s dirty underwear around did little to diminish her beauty.
“Well, come on boy! Get those clothes off and get on with it!” Bruce said cheerily.
Despite everything that had happened so far, or maybe partly because of it, I couldn’t help but smile. I was so close now! I quickly unbuttoned the top few buttons on my shirt before yanking it over my head. I flung it to the side to join Bruce’s dirty clothes on the floor, then undid my fly and yanked my shorts and underpants down in one go, revealing my still rock hard cock. I felt a brief moment of worry as it was revealed. It wasn’t the biggest cock around. I’d measured and looked it up, and it was definitely well within the normal range, but also definitely a touch below average. Hannah looked down at it, I held my breath nervously, but then she smiled and looked back up at my face.
“Wow baby, you’re so excited for me!”
I grinned back at her, kicked my pants off and quickly clambered onto the bed. I leant over and kissed her welcoming lips, my pelvis held above hers, my dick throbbing, desperate to feel the warmth of her vagina. I pulled my head back.
“I know we’re not waiting for marriage, so I want you to know that I still want to marry you as soon as I can, and that I won’t take you for granted just because we have sex,’ I said, staring into her eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied, reaching up to pull me back into a passionate kiss.
I reached down and grabbed my cock, moving my hips forwards until I felt the tip of my dick touch the soft skin above her pussy. She moaned into my mouth at the contact.
“Hey Hannah,” Bruce’s voice suddenly interjected into our romantic moment.
‘Damn it!’ I thought to myself. ‘Of course he couldn’t hold himself back and just let me and Hannah enjoy this!’
I saw Hannah’s eyes narrow, before we both looked over at him.
“What, Bruce?” Hannah snapped. “Don’t you think that you’ve had enough fun tonight? That Byron should finally get his turn?”
Bruce blinked, obviously surprised by Hannah finally standing up to him, before pushing on anyway. “I was just going to say, seeing as it’s your first time as well as Byron’s, maybe you should make sure you’ve seen all your options first.”
Hannah sighed, as I remained perched above her, mere moments away from finally consecrating our relationship. “What on Earth do you mean by that, Bruce?”
“Well, almost no girl gets the opportunity for her first time to be with something as impressive as this,” he said dramatically, suddenly whipping his pants down to let his enormous cock bounce free. I heard Hannah gasp as her eyes widened and mouth parted in shock. I was even more surprised, having not had Hannah’s first hand experience of having grinded her ass and pussy into it. It was the length of my entire forearm, and almost thicker than my dick was long.
“Byron!” Bruce snapped at me. “Stand up and let her get a good look and pick which of us she wants.”
I looked back at Hannah, waiting for her to tell him to get stuffed, thinking there was no way she’d want that massive thing going anywhere near her almost virgin pussy. Instead she was staring at it, her eyes narrowed, her mind working. “Hannah!” I said, aghast.
“Mhm,” she replied distractedly, eyes still locked on Bruce’s cock.
“Well come on mate,” Bruce said impatiently, “unless you don’t want her to pick you at all by not letting her get a good look.”
Reluctantly I stood up and shuffled back from the bed. Bruce had stripped off all his clothes now, his fat, hairy body fully exposed to us. I almost laughed, wondering why he’d done that when he could have just left them on and not drastically lowered his chances. Hannah remained sprawled out on the dirty bed, her head moving back and forth as she compared us. Me, with my cock that barely made it past halfway to my belly button, and was only slightly thicker than my thumb, and him, whose cock jutted out an obscene distance past his fat stomach and looked more like an extra limb.
Bruce stood there for several moments with a cocky grin on his face, letting Hannah’s eyes roam over him, before growing impatient. “Well, come on then, who are you going to pick?”
“Umm… you…” Hannah said softly.
My mouth dropped open. Surely there was no way she’d pick my fat old uncle, with his dick that looked like it would sooner tear her open than fit inside her, over me, her boyfriend of over two years?
“Pardon? What was that?” Bruce asked with a sneer.
“You, Bruce, I want you to fuck me and take my virginity!” She almost shouted, her mind made up, too late to take back what she’d said. She looked over at me with pity. “Sorry baby, but he’s right, what other girl is going to get to say their first time was with a cock that big, belonging to their boyfriends uncle?”
My knees gave out and I sat down heavily on the floor. Hannah gave me one last pitiful look, before turning her eyes back to Bruce as he swaggered up to the bed. He hauled himself up until he loomed over her on his knees, his legs interspersed with hers. He grabbed his immense shaft with one hand and pointed the head towards Hannah’s quivering opening.
I started to get feeling back into my legs, and I shuffled forward, unable to take my eyes off the grotesque sight before me. Bruce’s frame dwarfed Hannah’s, though only really in width, with Hannah only being half a foot shorter than him. I leant against the end of the bed, not sure why I was watching instead of just leaving the room and calling my parents to come pick me up.
Bruce leant forward until his fat cock head came into contact with Hannah’s engorged lips, causing her to moan. He only had to lean a small amount, his fat cock already stretching most the distance between his kneeling form and Hannah laying on her back. He leant a little further forward, pushing his big, round head harder against Hannah’s lips. He began to wiggle it up and down with his hand, drawing whimpers and moans from Hannah as he positioned it to force its way into her. I watched as her lips began to slowly stretch out around the very tip, my heart thumping deafeningly in my ears.
Slowly, ever so slowly, it advanced into her tight opening, Hannah moaning and whimpering the whole time, her eyes transfixed on the sight, in disbelief that it was managing to fit. Her lips were stretching further and further around the head of his cock as he pushed it millimetre by millimetre, grunting with the effort despite having all his body weight behind it. Eventually it reached the maximum girth, with most of his gargantuan head now in her pussy, her lips stretched unbelievably tightly around it. Hannah was breathing in and out rapidly, her legs splayed out as wide as they could go, showing off her cheerleader flexibility.
Bruce paused his advance, giving Hannah a chance to get used to his cock splitting her open. She moaned and began humping her hips up into him, apparently not appreciating the break. She didn’t manage to make any progress however, the fit just being too tight. Bruce grinned down at her.
“Damn, this is hard work, that’s one tight pussy you’ve got. I’m about to give it one big push, ok?”
“Yes! Do it!” Hannah said, still bucking her hips fruitlessly.
“Ok, here goes,” Bruce said, then suddenly rammed his pelvis forward with a grunt of exertion. His whole, massive head suddenly slid in, along with an inch of his fat shaft. Hannah threw her head back, gasping as if the thrust had knocked all the air out of her. Her legs and pelvis were also shaking and spasming. Bruce stopped and looked down, a look of genuine worry crossing his face. Hannah finally caught her breath, and she reached down to rapidly rub her clit.
“Don’t stop, keep pushing!” she cried desperately, the movement of her hips becoming more regular as she got back to thrusting up onto his massive cock.
Bruce seemed happy to follow that request, as he slowly increased the pressure he was applying until I saw his cock begin to slowly slide further into Hannah’s obscenely stretched vagina. Hanah’s bucking once again became more erratic, though she kept it up, as if wanting to help Bruce’s cock on its way into her depths. She continued rubbing her clit frantically. She looked down at where his cock was steadily stretching her out, her mouth dropping open in surprise at the sheer size, at how stretched her pussy looked.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck yes, fucking stretch me out, ruin my pussy with you big cock!” she shouted out as she stared at Bruce's progress. “Oh fuck, you’ve got so much left to go…” she said with awe, looking at the half of his cock still outside her tight pussy. “Don’t stop until it’s all in me. Please, promise you won’t stop!”
“Fuck, alright, if that’s what you really want!” He pulled back slightly, drawing a disappointed moan from Hannah’s lips, before thrusting forward again. Hannah let out a long moan of pleasure, eyes still locked to where her tight teen body was being invaded by the cock of a fat, old man. Bruce pulled back again before thrusting in again, gaining another half inch as Hannah met his thrust. He pulled out and thrust again, Hannah once again pushing back, now practically panting in lust.
They continued this rhythm for several long minutes as I leant against the bed, completely ignored, unable to look away from the obscene sight. Hannah’s athletic, modelesque body could not have been more different to Bruce’s wrinkled, hairy, flabby physique. Her face radiated youth and beauty as she revelled in the intense feels of their coupling, while Bruce’s was scrunched up in a grotesque mixture of pleasure and exertion. With every thrust we could all now see Bruce’s cock causing her belly to bulge outwards slightly. Hannah moved her hand up to feel it, letting out a long moan of satisfaction as she felt it push into her hand on his next thrust.
Despite their continued effort, an inch of Bruce’s cock still remained outside Hannah’s pulsating pussy after each thrust. She was no longer watching, her head instead arched back as she continued to rub her clit with one hand, while rubbing the bulge of Bruce’s cock through her belly each time he thrust into her. She looked like she had been on the verge of climax for minutes now, somehow managing to hold herself back from the edge. She looked back down to Bruce’s cock pummeling into her and gave an anguished cry when she saw he hadn’t made any further progress.
“Fuck!” she yelled. “I’m, ugh, going to, ha, cum! Aaagh! Just shove it in!”
Bruce grimaced and pulled all the way out until just the head of his cock remained in her, sweat now dripping off his face. I don’t know if he could have pulled it out further if he wanted to, Hannah’s pussy lips stretched tight around the head holding it in as, bulging around it as they were pulled out with his withdrawal. My mouth dropped open as I once again saw the full size of the enormous weapon that had been pounding into my girlfriend for the last fifteen minutes, now covered in her creamy juices. It looked like most of a baseball bat was filling up the space between their bodies. I couldn’t believe that a cock that big could actually exist.
Bruce once again rammed his body down into Hannah as hard as he could. He ended with his crotch pressed tight up against Hannah’s, the bulge in her stomach even more prominent. Hannah let out an immense scream of pleasure as she began convulsing underneath him, her legs flexing as she continued to hump up into him. I could see her stomach muscles quivering as she threw her head back. Her tits shook and jiggled as her body trembled with pleasure.
Bruce leant forward until his whole body was resting atop Hannah’s still quivering form. He grabbed her head by the hair and pulled her in for a kiss. This only seemed to drive her orgasm to new heights, and she moaned loudly into his mouth as their tongues tangled with each other.
Bruce let out a grunt and I saw him thrust forward slightly, his butt clenching. He grunted and tensed up again, and I came to the realisation that he was cumming inside Hannah’s unprotected pussy. I pictured his cum flooding her cervix, filling her to the brim, no doubt getting her pregnant. Without even touching it, my cock suddenly spasmed and came, squirting cum onto my leg.
I sat there confused and ashamed, watching Bruce continue to sloppily kiss Hannah as she slowly writhed under him, enjoying the pressure of his fat body on hers. Eventually he pulled back and rolled off her, his now shrunken penis pulling out of her still gaping pussy, followed by a sudden gush of thick white cum. He looked across at me and I felt suddenly self conscious, still naked, with my inferior cock shrinking and cum splattered on my leg. “Well, that’s probably the best demonstration you’ll ever get, not that you’ll be able to do all that with your particular, ahem, equipment there,” he said with a cruel smirk. “However,” he said, turning back to Hannah, “you know how I said earlier that all girls like being teased?”
“Mhm?”
“Well that’s kind of a lie. Only sluts like getting teased like that, and only a mega slut would choose her loving boyfriend’s uncle’s big dick over his for her first time. And once regular sluts get a taste of big dick they have trouble going back to their boyfriends, so I have no idea what a mega slut will be like.”
Hannah just moaned in response, her fingers already exploring her gaping pussy.
P.S. let me know if you can come up with a better title! Some sort of pun involving assisting and old man is what I was thinking