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Subject: {ASSM} Girlfriend - Reluct Voyeur Chapter 2
Date: Tue,  2 Oct 2001 00:10:02 -0400
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I first discovered that I was turned on by watching, rather than, having sex
when I was nineteen. More to the point I discovered that I enjoyed watching
my girlfriend have sex with another man. At the time it was quite a surprise
and I still get horny thinking about it.

After school I had had a few crappy jobs before my parents finally convinced
me to go to A-level college. In England (yes I'm English) we do our A-levels
before going on to University. When I arrived I had just turned nineteen and
I was a pretty sorry mess. I was still a virgin and had a fear of talking to
girls - probably because I went to an all boys school. Anyway, it was not
long before, to my utter amazement, this unbelievably attractive young girl
started talking to me. Her name was Emily, she was sixteen and had one of
those strange super skinny bodies that only teenagers seem to have. She had
small but firm breasts, long straight silky dark brown hair and the face of
an angel. When I first saw her big brown eyes and her innocent expression I
was instantly in love.

For some reason, that I still cannot fathom, she found me attractive too and
from that moment on we were almost inseparable. A couple of months later, on
her seventeenth birthday, we both lost our virginities to each other. It was
an amazing experience but not a very long one! After that we enjoyed regular
sex with each other which was always considerate, caring and beautiful. She
was a very straight laced lover and refused to do anything except straight
sex in the missionary position. I did not mind because any sex is great sex
when you are nineteen. She also refused to go on the pill because she did
not like the idea of regularly taking drugs. Instead we always used condoms
which actually helped me last a little longer. Throughout those days I
always had a sneaking suspicion in the back of my mind that Emily was not
truly enjoying the sex like I was, instead she seemed to treat it as a way
of sharing our love for each other. She said she had orgasms, but just
really quiet ones.

I first discovered my enjoyment for watching one Saturday afternoon at my
parents house where Emily often came to stay. We were in the back garden
sun-bathing. My parents were out shopping when I heard the doorbell ring.
Leaving Emily I went to answer the door to find my Uncle Roger. My Father's
brother although they bear little resemblance to each other. Back then he
was about fifty-eight (he is a lot older than my Father), weighed 250lb
(most of it accounted for by his beer-gut), was bald but had a really bad
comb over, had bad teeth, bad skin, bad breath and a bad attitude.

Brushing past me he walked straight into the kitchen searching for my
Father. I followed quickly behind and said, "Dad's not here, they've gone
out for the day."

My Uncle turned to me and said, "Oh yeah, when is he back."

"About 3pm-ish." I replied but he was already looking past me into the
garden where my girlfriend was still sunbathing. She had on a small black
bikini which she would never have worn in public and had bought it just for
sunbathing. It showed off her perfect teenage body very well and it was
obvious my Uncle was enjoying looking at her.

"Can I pass on a message?" I ventured but he completely ignored me, instead
taking a couple of steps closer to the window to take a better look.

Slightly annoyed by this I said "Roger, is there a message!"

At last he turned to look at me. He had an amused expression on his face.
"Calm down lad, there's no harm in looking. Is she your girlfriend, then?"

"Yes." I confirmed.

"Mmmmmm, doing all right for yourself, aren't you? Wouldn't mind a piece of
that myself."

 Despite my anger I remember feeling a little bit horny. I did not know it
then but I was getting turned on by a combination of my Uncle leering at my
bikini clad girlfriend and by being treated as rather subservient. Even now
I have no idea why this turns me on, it seems so perverted.

At last, dragging himself from the window, my Uncle started back towards the
front door. Just as he was stepping through he turned back to me, a much
more kindly expression on his face.

"I know your parents are off on holiday soon, why don't you let me come
round one night and cook you and your girlfriend a nice meal?" he said.

I was taken aback by his unexpected kindness and blurted, "Thanks very
 much."

With a wink he was gone before I had time to change my mind. As I walked
back into the garden I resolved that if I did have to have my Uncle round
for dinner I was going to make sure that Emily was well out of the picture.

Later that night Emily and I went out with some friends and had a few
drinks. On the way home, feeling drunk, I started to relive that afternoon's
events and found myself getting very horny. In a moment of stupidity I
blurted out to Emily my Uncle's intention to cook us dinner whilst my
parents were away. She seemed delighted, having never met my Uncle, and
insisted I ring him to confirm the very next day.

The following morning brought with it a hangover and regret that I had told
Emily about my Uncle Roger. Unfortunately, she remembered the invite and as
my parents were due to go away on holiday that day she made me ring my Uncle
and invite him round that evening. He was very happy to hear from me and
said he would be over at six.

I spent the day feeling worried about what my Uncle might do. He was
obviously a bit of a leerer and I hoped he would not embarrass me in front
of Emily. When at last he arrived he brought with him lots of expensive food
and drink. Strictly speaking, Emily was not old enough at seventeen to drink
but she still did from time to time. My Uncle opened a bottle of red wine
and we all had a big glass full.

In spite of my worries my Uncle was the soul of discretion and treated us
both as adults and with respect and so I started to relax. The food took a
long time to prepare during which time my Uncle kept all of our glasses well
topped up. I began to feel very drunk and, as I was already hung-over from
the previous night, I started to drink more slowly. My girlfriend and Uncle,
however, carried on drinking and I could see that my girlfriend was getting
very drunk. Suddenly, I began to wonder if this was some sort of design of
my Uncle's to get us both drunk in order that he could do something with my
girlfriend. At the time I did not even consider my Uncle capable of motives
any more sinister than trying to get a close up view of my girlfriend's
perfect body. I decided to stop drinking and instead just pretend to drink
so that I would be in a fit state to stop my Uncle from doing anything.

The food eventually arrived and was unexpectedly delicious. It was quite
late by the time we had finished and I expected my Uncle to go home,
instead, he lead us into the lounge. We sat there for a while on the couch,
my girlfriend between us, and talked. Having had a bit to drink and a heavy
meal it was not long before I felt my eye lids grow heavy and I began to
drowse. I must have been out for a while because when I eventually slowly
half opened my eyes my Uncle had dimmed the lights and filled his and my
girlfriend's glasses again.

I decided to pretend to still be asleep and listened carefully to their
conversation. Almost immediately I realised that my crafty old Uncle had
managed to steer the conversation around to sex. Instead of being annoyed I
found myself becoming horny and decided to remain quiet to see what he was
trying to do. For a while they just talked about sex in general.

He said, "You've got it all wrong, Emily. Sex is great if done properly but
you've got to find the right bloke. But you need to try it with a lot of men
before you find the right one."

"But I believe sex should always be a part of love, and I love Craig." She
replied (I'm Craig in case you were wondering).

"I'm not taking about love. I'm talking about sex. Every woman has something
that makes them crazy, some way of being treated which turns them on so much
they get wet just thinking about it."

My girlfriend unexpectedly giggled at his dirty words. I was getting hornier
by the second but I did not know why.

"It has nothing to do with love." he continued, "I knew a woman once who was
desperately in love with her husband but simply could not have an orgasm
with him. She discovered that she was turned on by making love to other
women." Again my girlfriend giggled, "She was not a lesbian, she loved, and
still loves, her husband. They have three children. What I'm saying is that
although you are madly in love with Craig you may have to look elsewhere if
you want to be truly sexually satisfied.

At that point I began to wonder how they had got on to this conversation.
Had she told him I was not satisfying her in bed?

"But how am I supposed to find out who that person is and still keep Craig?"
She asked.

"Well," he said sitting back, "you would have to experiment, find a more
experienced man and get him to introduce you to new experiences."

She laughed, "Like you I suppose."

"You could do worse." He said in a pretend abashed voice.

"In that case, speaking pure hypothetically, what would you say a girl like
me needs to satisfy her sexual needs?" She asked. I was dumbfounded. I had
never heard my girlfriend talk this way but it was making so horny.

"I could tell you but you wouldn't like it." He replied.

"Go on. I can take it."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to offend someone so innocent."

"You won't" She said in slight annoyance.

"Well, its obvious that you are quite innocent. Craig is almost definitely
the only person you have ever had sex with. You probably feel a bit guilty
every time you two do it and you probably think masturbation is some sort of
a sin. Right so far?"

"Go on." She said tersely.

"You are very unadventurous in bed, would never even consider oral sex,
let-alone anal." I heard her squirm uncomfortably at this because it was
absolutely true. "You sometimes catch yourself thinking about sex, dirty
sex, but always feel ashamed afterwards. How am I doing?"

"You still haven't answered the question. If what you say about me is true,
and I haven't said it is yet, what sort of sex would give me the sort of
satisfaction you're talking about."

"Well, to be brutally honest, you want to be dominated."

At this I expected my girlfriend to stand up and walk out but instead she
just sat still and quietly said, "What else?"

With an obvious grin my Uncle continued, "Your sort want to have sex all the
time, and I don't mean normal sex, I mean demeaning, dirty sex. Your need to
be told what to do."

I almost came when my girlfriend replied, "What sort of things?"

This time my Uncle actually laughed. "I'm speaking the truth, aren't I?"

My girlfriend remained quiet.

"You want to be forced to fuck men, lots of men. You want to be made to
perform perverted sexual acts because your mind is too straight laced to
take responsibility for your desires. By having a strong man force you to
fuck him you no longer have to feel guilty about secretly wanting to do
exactly that."

She stared at him for a moment before she finally stood up. She looked
angry. "You're wrong. I love Craig and he is more than enough for me!"

With that she walked out of the room. I continued pretending to be asleep as
my Uncle, grinning his incredibly annoying, self-satisfied grin got up and
followed her. I waited a minute, unsure what to do. I could hear their
voices again and it sounded as though they were in the kitchen. I waited
another minute before I could stand it no longer and followed them out.

I crept to the kitchen door but it was closed. I could still hear their
muffled voices but I could not decipher what they were saying so I moved
through the dinning room and out of the patio doors. Outside it was very
dark and I could see through the kitchen window my Uncle and girlfriend.
Because the windows was slightly open I could hear what they were saying.

 "You're completely wrong about me." My girlfriend said.

 "I don't think so, and I can prove it." Said my Uncle.

"How?" My girlfriend said in a small scared voice.

"Easy." Said my Uncle and with that he grabbed her around her slim waist and
shoved his free hand between her legs. She was wearing a white blouse and a
knee length blue cotton skirt and my Uncle's old hand disappeared beneath
it. My girlfriend gasped at the unexpected intrusion and it took a second
for her to realise what had happen. She clamped her legs together and tried
to push him away, but he was too strong.

Outside the window I was beside myself. I knew I should rush in to stop my
Uncle but at the same time his actions had made my cock iron hard within
seconds. I stood mesmerised as I watched him touching my girlfriend in a way
only I had previously done.

At last Emily managed to compose herself enough to say through gritted
teeth. "Stop it. Get your horrid hands off of me."

During all of this I could see his hand moving back and forth under her
skirt. I was now so horny I started rubbing my cock through my trousers.

"If you don't stop I'll scream."

My Uncle looked at her and said, "If you were going to scream you would have
done it by now. I'm right about you, you're nothing but a reluctant whore."

At his filthy words my girlfriend seemed to shudder. My Uncle's hand was now
rubbing faster between her legs. I could not believe it but it looked as
though she was actually enjoying it.

Her eyes closed and she said, "Please." In a quiet voice. I was not sure if
this meant please yes or please no.

Knowing now that he had her my Uncle grinned. His disgusting bad teeth were
on full show. He looked down upon her face and said, "Listen to me, you are
nothing but a slut who needs to be told what she likes."

My girlfriend murmured her agreement and I almost came. My Uncle's hand was
still sawing back and forth between her legs. He continued, "When to spread
you legs, when to get wet, when to fuck and when to cum." Emily whimpered as
my Uncle said each word. "Now do as I say. Pull your skirt up, pull your
knickers to one side and spread you legs."

Emily meekly complied with each command. Outside I thought I might have a
heart attack as she held her skirt up to expose her white cotton knickers
and then reached down with her other hand to pull her gusset to one side to
reveal her pussy. It was very sparsely covered in hair which she kept well
clipped. Seeing her expose herself to this fat old man who was a virtual
stranger to her was almost more than I could take.

Finally, she moved her feet apart which gave my Uncle the access he wanted.
Without any warning he rammed two fingers into her obviously sopping wet
twat. I saw them disappear up inside her as she gave a gasp and fell forward
to rest her head on his shoulder. My Uncle did not lose anytime and began
thrusting his fingers deep inside her. Outside, I was more horny than I had
ever been and I had to get my cock out just to relieve the pain of it being
constrained by my trousers.

In the kitchen my Uncle was pushing his fingers in and out of Emily's cunt
at an amazing rate. Her head was still resting on his shoulder and her
breathing was becoming faster. It was obvious she was approaching orgasm but
an orgasm different from any I had ever given her. Roger's hand was a blur
between her legs and Emily began to whimper. At last, I saw her grip his
shoulder tightly, her legs quivered, she through her head back and across
her face was an expression of pure ecstasy. She came as quietly as she could
which meant she was still trying not to wake me.

She collapsed against my Uncle in a post-orgasmic stupor. He held his
fingers inside her as slowly her breathing returned to normal. Finally, she
stood up and pulled away from him, his fingers came out of her with a wet
plop. She moved a few feet away, re-arranged her knickers and skirt and
reluctantly looked up at him. He was grinning his most smug grin. She looked
embarrassed and humiliated.

"I told you." Was all he said smugly.

"It was a mistake, because I'm so drunk."

"No, I don't think so. That was the first time you have ever had a orgasm,
am I right?" He asked.

Abashed, she looked down.

"Am I right?" He said more forcefully.

"Yes." She relied meekly.

I could not believe it. All the times we had made love she had not cum once.
She had lied to me to make me feel like I was a good lover.

"Now that you've had one you'll want more. Craig won't be able to satisfy
you like I did."

"I don't care." She said with sudden anger. "I love him and that's all that
matters."

"You're wrong," He replied. "but have it your own way. As soon as you've
returned the favour we'll call it quits."

She looked apprehensive as she said, "What do you mean, returned the
 favour?"

"Well, you're a very sexy girl and you've just let me finger fuck you." She
shuddered as he said each word, "You've made me very horny and I think it
only polite that you do the same for me."

Emily looked shocked, my Uncle was a very unattractive man.

For some reason I think Emily believed that wanking Roger off would cancel
the whole thing out and let her forget all about it. Slowly, she walked over
to him and without any preamble she reached for his crotch. My Uncle pulled
away saying, "Slow down, girl. I know you're an eager little whore but let's
takes this one step at a time, I want to enjoy myself."

He took her hand and opened the back door. Outside in the drive way was my
parents' car which they had pulled up the drive beyond the gates whilst they
were on holiday. For a worrying minute I though they might come around the
back of the house and discover me standing there with my dick in my hand but
they stopped by the car.

Once outside my Uncle closed the back door and turned to Emily. "Right, let'
s see what you make of this." With that he reached inside his trousers and
pulled out the biggest cock I have ever seen. Even semi-erect as it was it
was still far larger than mine. Emily stared at it for a moment with her
mouth open before Roger took her hand and dragged it closer until it was
resting on his gradually hardening penis.

Seeing her delicate, teenage hand touch his horrible old cock made me almost
pass out. This was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Still
mesmerised by the site of his cock she automatically began to stroke it back
and forth. Being wanked by a gorgeous teenager is enough to get any man hard
and my Uncle's cock was soon fully erect. Emily's amazement was echoed by my
own. Roger's cock was about ten inches long which was four inches longer
than mind, but what was really stunning was its thickness. It must have been
eight inches in diameter and Emily was no where near able to fully clasp it
with her hand.

Despite her initial reticence Emily soon began to stroke my Uncle's huge
cock back and forth. His foreskin moved over the angry head of his cock
alternately hiding and exposing the purple swelling. Emily was so mesmerised
that she did not notice my Uncle reach up and place a hand on either of her
shoulders and push down. In a daze she let herself be forced down to her
knees until my Uncle's cock was level with her face.

At last she snapped out of the daze enough to realise his intentions. She
shook her head and murmured, "No." As my Uncle transferred his hands to her
head and pulled it closer to his massive cock.

Even though I knew Emily hated the idea of having a cock in her mouth as
Roger became more insistent I saw her meekly open her mouth and the head of
his disgusting penis touch her beautiful lips. The sight of his old cock
touching her mouth was too much and I came all over the back wall of my
parent's house. It was an amazing orgasm, probably the best I had ever had.

After I had recovered somewhat, I turned back to see my Uncle frustratingly
trying to get his cock head past the entrance to Emily's mouth. He had both
hands around her head and was pulling and thrusting simultaneously. It was
no use though, his cock head was just too big. It was obvious that he was
getting annoyed, not to mention my girlfriend having difficulty breathing.

Suddenly, he pulled away saying, "Its no good, you obviously haven't learnt
to relax your mouth." My girlfriend actually looked ashamed!

"Its no good," He said, "I'll have to fuck you."

 He said it such a matter of fact way that Emily did not register it at
first, then it dawned on her.

"No, we can't. Its not right."

My Uncle was not to be dissuaded, "Of-course it is, imagine the orgasm I
gave you with my fingers times ten. That's how good fucking is."

Emily shook her head, "I can't, it would be making things so much worse."

My Uncle was growing impatient, "Would telling Craig what we've done make it
worse? Because if you don't let me fuck you like the slut you know you are
then that's what I'm going to do."

Emily looked horrified but she could see in his face he meant it. Little did
she know I knew all about it. Reluctantly she murmured, "OK."

"Good." Said my Uncle with a tone of triumph and without any more delay he
grabbed her by the waist spun her around and pushed her up against my parent
's car. With a slight pressure on her back he managed to get her to bend
over the bonnet (hood). From where I was standing I had the perfect view of
my girlfriend as she let herself be pushed over the car.

My Uncle grabbed her skirt and lifted it over her bottom to expose her white
cotton knickers. Grabbing the sides of her knickers he then pulled them down
to her knees. She gave a little squeak as they came down. Next he wedged his
foot between hers and kicked her legs apart. Her knickers became taut
between her knees. The gusset was stretched tight and clearly showed a large
wet patch, evidence of her sexual excitement. In the moonlight she was a
site to behold. Bent over a car, knickers down and legs spread. Her pussy
was on clear display for my Uncle and he chuckled to himself as he noticed
her love-juice still present on her pussy lips.

"Still nice and wet I see." He said. She just buried her face in her hands
in humiliation. "You're gonna need all the lubricant you can get. Get ready
cause here it comes."

With that he positioned the head of his massive cock at the entrance to her
teenage twat and thrust. Having only ever taken my cock before it must have
felt like someone was pushing a baseball bat up her pussy. As it was my
girlfriend gave out a pain filled scream which was quickly stifled by
shoving her fist in her mouth.

My Uncle had only managed to lodge the head of his cock inside my girlfriend
and it was obvious it was hard going. Her cunt lips were stretched taut
around his shaft and their sheer tightness were preventing him getting any
further in. Not to be denied he took hold of her hips and gave an almighty
thrust. Emily barely managed to stifle her scream as another two inches of
my Uncle's massively thick cock was forced inside her.

She was obviously in pain as she said over her shoulder, "Please, Roger, its
too big. I can't take it."

Oblivious to her suffering my Uncle replied, "Nonsense, your just not used
to a proper cock up your twat. If you're going to be a whore you're going to
need a nice loose cunt."

"Please." She said, "It hurts."

"Really." He said as he gave a massive thrust which buried another two
inches inside her slim teenage body. "I'm doing you a favour." Another
thrust, another two inches. "After tonight your pussy will be stretched so
far open Craig and his puny dick will never be able to satisfy you again."
Another thrust buried two more inches up her twat.

Emily was sobbing now as each thrust stretched her pussy a bit more. From my
hiding point I could see everything, my Uncle's cock rapidly disappearing
into Emily's cunt and her face as she cried and whimpered at each new
thrust.

"From now on you will have to acknowledge that you are a whore. You need to
be used to get satisfaction." A final thrust buried the last of his cock
deep inside her slim body. His fat gut was now resting on her back and he
took a minute to savour the moment. I could not believe Emily had taken his
whole cock. From where I was hiding I could clearly see how strained her
pussy lips were as they clasped his cock shaft.

Roger was not about to give Emily any time to get used to his giant cock and
suddenly pulled out five or six inches. Without warning he thrust the entire
length back inside my girlfriend. Emily gave out another muffled scream.
Again he pulled out only to sadistically thrust back in. Emily whimpered
from the pain.

My Uncle soon got into a rhythm, pulling out and thrusting in. I could tell
he was listening to her groans to ascertain the most painful method. When
Emily moaned particularly loud from a thrust he did it again and again until
she stopped.

"I'm gonna stretch this cunt so much it'll never close up again." He said as
he thrust brutally into her.

I was racked with guilt for not stopping my girlfriend's suffering but I was
just too horny. My cock had become rock hard again and I just could not
bring myself to do anything but watch as my girlfriend was well and truly
fucked.

Gradually, I noticed a change in my girlfriend's moans and whimpers. As time
passed each sound seemed to be expressing not pain but pleasure. Could my
girlfriend actually be getting off on being fucked by this horrible old man?
Was she really enjoying being speared by his massive cock in this
humiliating way? Could my Uncle be right about her secretly wanting to be
used as a whore? As the moans got stronger I could come to no other
conclusion, Emily was enjoying being hurt and degraded.

 My Uncle was increasing his pace and it was obvious he was about to come.
Sensing this as well Emily suddenly remembered something important, Roger
was not wearing a condom!

Turning her head so that she could look over her shoulder she said, "Roger,
I'm not on the pill. You could get me pregnant if you cum."

My Uncle looked even more pleased. "Sorry, Emily. But you're just asking for
trouble being a whore and not being on the pill."

"Roger, this is serious. It's the middle of my cycle and I could well be
ovulating."

My Uncle looked unconcerned but then, without warning, stopped fucking her.

"Well," He said. "I could just stop. I don't have any condoms so I suppose
that's it."

The abrupt halting of his thrusts had had a startling effect on Emily.
Denied the rock hard rod thrusting up inside her had also denied her the
obvious pleasure it was giving her. She dropped her head to the car bonnet.

An almost inaudible, "Please." Escaped her lips.

"What was that, Emily?" My Uncle said, "I couldn't quite hear you."

"Please."

"Sorry, still can't hear you."

"Please, keep fucking me."

"I thought so." Roger replied, "You're a whore all right., nothing but a
cock loving slut."

His words had an electric effect on Emily and she began pushing back at his
renewed thrusts. She was going to cum too, it was obvious, it was only a
matter of who would get there first.

"Do you want me to cum inside you, Emily?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you want me to coat your cunt walls with my sticky cum?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Fill me with you sperm."

Having heard their little exchange I was in a new state of arousal. Emily
had quite clearly invited him to keep fucking her and shoot his cum up her
unprotected twat when there was a good possibility she was at her most
fertile time of the month.

Roger's thrusts were becoming faster and faster and he began to start
groaning as the pleasure built. Emily, too was close to cumming for only the
second time in her young life. I watched everything avidly.

At last Emily gave a shriek, again quickly stifled, as she experience a bone
jarring orgasm which seemed to go on forever. As she slowly recovered my
Uncle reached his orgasm and jerked as his cock delivered his sticky white
goo right up against her cervix. He spasmed many times, each one an
indication of another slimy load deposited inside my girlfriend's most
private place. The thought that my fat old Uncle was the first person to
ever shoot a load of baby making jism inside my girlfriend's slim teenage
body was enough to send me over the edge and I came too.

For a while neither of them moved, my Uncle was resting his fat old body on
top of her whilst he caught his breath. Finally, he stood up and pulled his
deflating cock out of my exhausted girlfriend. When it finally slithered out
of her cuntal opening it was like the pulling of a champagne cork. A torrent
of his stick slim oozed out of her well stretch pussy. It dripped out of her
onto the stretched gusset of her knickers. From my hiding place it was
obvious her pussy was gaping wide open and the cum was just flowing out.

Pulling herself together at last Emily stood up, which release still move
goo, pulled up her wet, sticky knickers and pulled her skirt back down. Her
face was a mess from crying and she looked really drunk. She took a lurching
step towards the house and my Uncle reached out to support her.

"Take it easy girl." He said laughing, "Not many near virgins can take my
cock and still walk straight."  She pulled away from him without saying a
word and walked towards the back door. Realising she might notice me gone
from the lounge I sprinted back around, through the dinning room and back
into the lounge. Arranging myself as if I had never moved I closed my eyes
and waited.

I did not need to worry as I heard her stumble past and head straight
upstairs to my bedroom. I waited a while to see what my Uncle would do and a
short time latter I heard the door open.

He stood above me for a while before he said, "Nice fuck, your girlfriend."

I could not believe what he had said and I opened my eyes.

"Oh yes, I knew you were there all along." He said before lowering himself
down on to the couch next to me. "It's a strange thing. Don't you think?" He
looked at me questioningly.

"What?" I managed to say.

 "Wanting to watch your girlfriend get fucked." He replied.

 I did not know what to say. "Don't worry, Craig. Its not your fault. You're
just a pussy. Someone, who attracts a girl like Emily because your
sensitive." He said this with a sneer. "But you can't satisfy her sexually.
That's where I come in."

 "I don't understand." I managed to mumble.

 "Its simply. You will keep seeing Emily, but I will keep fucking her."

 I tried to look indignant.

 "There is no point whining about it, Craig. You saw what happened tonight.
If you don't let me do what I want to her, what she needs to be done to her,
then sooner or later she is going to leave you."

 He stood up then and as he turned to leave the room he said, "I'll be
around the night after next, she needs some time for her sore pussy to heal.
Make some excuse to go out but make sure she stays here. Wait outside for me
at about nine."

 I just looked at him dumbfounded.

 "Are we clear!" He said forcefully.

 "Yes." I squeaked.

 "What? I can't hear you."

 "Yes." I said more loudly. "I'll be waiting."

 "Good," He said, "Now get upstairs and have a wank like I know you want
 to."

 He walked out of the room but I was not able to move until I heard the
front door close. My mind was a mess and I could not think straight, all I
could do was stumble upstairs. When I got there I found Emily passed out on
my bed. I tried to wake her but she was dead to the world. Unable to help
myself I lifted her skirt to expose her knickers.

 It was a sight to behold. Her thighs were covered in spunk and her knickers
were wet through. Gently, easing her knickers down and pushing her legs
slightly apart exposed a wet mess of cum and pubic hair. Her pussy lips were
red raw where they had been stretched so much and cum was still oozing from
her gaping cuntal opening.

Without realising it my cock was in my hand and before I knew it my meagre
load had landed on her pussy lips to mingle with my Uncle's. I quickly
pulled up her knickers over the sticky mess of her cunt, climbed into bed
beside her and fell asleep.

What happened next? - See chapter 2.

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