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Subject: {ASSM} Knowledge of Uncle, by Stoyace M/f,first, India
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Date: Mon, 09 Apr 2007 15:10:01 -0400
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Author: storyace, ace
Title: Knowledge of Uncle
Part: 1 of 1
Summary: At 18, Satya didn't know what sex was. Her husband had no interest,
so it was up to Uncle to teach her.

Keywords: M/f, older man, first, India

5,500 words


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This is my first posted story for quite a while; I hope it gets more mail
than the last one [Emmanuelle, 0 mail].
Knowledge of Uncle;
I'm from India; everyone can see that easily enough. But that's all they can
see.
I was married when I was 14, as was the custom in the area. I stayed at home
until I was 16, though. It must seem very strange to you all, but to us it
was quite normal.
Naturally, I was frightened to leave my home, but all girls would
eventually; my new home was about 30 miles distant. That's quite a long way
in rural India.
It wasn't as though we were strangers; my child husband and I had met at
many festivals and family get togethers. I'd known his late mother. I knew
his uncle, but not as well as I would later on.
Manesh lived with his sister and uncle in a generous house. Uncle had a shop
in the market that did well, or what we thought of as well in those simple
times. Aunty had died; it was up to Tulsi and I to keep the house and
provide the meals while the men worked in the shop.
It's probably worth mentioning that putting the meals on a middle class
Indian table is a full time job; we are quite particular about our food.
Yes, of course; Sex. Well, there wasn't any. No, none. Not so much as a
kiss.
And I didn't even know that there was something missing; I'd lived a
sheltered life. I'd never heard of sex. I had an idea that I wanted Manesh
to be more friendly; a kind of indistinct yearning for I knew not what. We
shared a bed, and if he knew why, he kept quiet about it.
I'd only been in the house for about 6 months when my new sister was sent
off to live with her own new family, leaving me alone. And then, after about
2 years of living with my new family, Uncle had the accident.
He broke his hip and an arm when a bus hit his motor scooter. He was brought
home from the hospital a week later, and we were told he had to stay in bed
for 6 more weeks. It was up to me to be his nurse.
Uncle had always been a bit forbidding; not really unfriendly, but reserved.
He was the patriarch of the house, we cowered when he barked. Now suddenly
he was an invalid, and responsibility for the business fell on my young
husband's thin shoulders.
Uncle was not too demanding as a patient. He knew I had a lot of work
already; I should have had a helper, but Uncle had always said we couldn't
afford one.
I brought him his meals, his pills, and his tea, and got used to emptying
his bedpan. I think it was harder on him than me, as he was a very proud
man.
India is a tropical country; Uncle needed to be bathed. I cleaned him daily
with a damp cloth; everywhere that wasn't in plaster, except his groin.
But he began to stink; he was unable to scrub himself at all. I was
desperately trying to think of a solution. I knew about the need for
hygiene.
So one day when I was washing him, and he seemed to fall asleep, I gently
pulled aside the cloth that was covering his genitals.
I knew what was in there; I'd seen my brother once, and of course my
husband. I knew that the genitals were the most personal part of a man, and
they shouldn't even be seen, let alone touched. But neither should the rest
of his body, and I'd been cleaning him regardless. It had to be done.
So I took the tip of his funny little pipe between my thumb and forefinger,
and cleaned it, my innocent young heart pounding in confusion.
As you would expect, it began to grow; I was frightened I had done something
wrong, and released it.
"Carry on." Uncle said without opening his eyes. "I'm sorry you must do
this, but you do. Finish up, child."
"Are you sure, Uncle?" I asked, "Is it all right?"
"Yes of course."
"It doesn't hurt?"
"Quite the opposite. Finish up now."
So I took hold again, and pulling it to one side, cleaned under it, and all
the uncared for areas lower down.
"You're a good child." He said when I was through. I felt strangely warm
inside as I prepared lunch.

"But why does it get so stiff, Uncle?" I asked him the next day as I soaped
it.
"That will always happen if you do that to a man, Satya." He said patiently.
"I don't believe you." I told him.
He looked at me strangely; "Don't you do that to Manesh?"
"No. He cleans himself."
"Good god! Listen, niece; you must handle Manesh like this. Don't tell him I
said so, and don't tell him you cleaned my private parts. It's important.
Just a little, in your bed."
I didn't yet understand why I enjoyed this strange activity; the idea of
doing this with my husband made me feel strangely flushed.

The following day I was cleaning my uncle as usual. I'd realized he was much
happier now that I was keeping him so clean and fresh.
"Did you do as I said?" he asked me as I reached the critical area.
"Yes. But nothing happened. I knew you were telling lies! Manesh just went
to sleep, and his worm never got stiff like yours does."
My uncle knitted his eyebrows together and frowned; that surprised me, he
was usually so relaxed when I cleaned his genitals.
"This isn't good." He said, "But I'm glad you told me. Don't stop now,
child. Use both hands. You like it, don't you? Cleaning me there."
"I. yes, Uncle."
"I like it too."
"That's good, Uncle." I said guardedly. I knew now that there was something
more; something dark and secret that my uncle knew but I didn't. Something
alluring yet terrifying that was hiding itself just outside my
consciousness. My hands roamed over his stiff penis eagerly, my mouth dry
and my heart beating hard with the still strange and unfamiliar excitement
of it.
Nothing changed for several days; I did the housework, and served Uncle.  I
washed him every day, and became more accustomed to cleaning his private
areas.  I always finished with his penis, soaping it gently with my hands,
and drying it using a fresh cloth.
It always became large and stiff, and it was the high point of my day.
It made me excited yet uncomfortable. While feeling the strength of his
member in my hands, I always felt I shouldn't be touching him there; yet the
whole rest of the day I looked forward to doing it again, it was hard to
think of much else.
There's a better way to do it." Uncle said one day.
"How?" I asked.
He looked at me silently for a long moment; I just kept stroking his stiff
hot penis in my hands and looked back at him in the bliss of total
ignorance.
"With your mouth." He said finally.
I stopped.
"My mouth?"
"Yes. You suck it into your mouth, like a sweet."
"You're joking with me uncle!" I said, sure he wasn't serious.
"No, really. My wife used to do that for me. It would let me rest so much
easier if you did, too."
I stared down at it; I liked it, I liked holding it. It made me feel good to
hold it. I imagined doing what he'd suggested; it seemed so strange, so
wrong, and yet. I wanted to. The thought of doing what he'd suggested made
me hot with a dark strange desire.
I looked at my uncle's face again. He smiled at me reassuringly. "Go on,
just try it and see." He said.
So I lowered my virgin face to his old brown dick, I opened my mouth, and
with my heart racing, I let the tip inside.
He was right, I realized; there was something right about it. Something
natural and good. I looked up at him again, to see him smiling at me with
more approval than I could ever recall receiving from anyone ever before.
"Like a sweet." He reminded me.
I sucked on it; it was sweet, somehow. Sweet and hot, like tea but better.
I can still remember that first time like it was yesterday; the way the
organ seemed to fill me, the deep primal satisfaction. The alluring power of
it, the feeling of control over this powerful older man.
"Stop now." He said suddenly, "You must stop, child!"
But I didn't want to; the desire to serve my uncle was fitted firmly into my
frustrated sex drive. He felt good from this, and so did I; just a moment
longer, I thought, just a moment.
"Oh god, it's too late!" I heard him say as it started to shiver in my hands
and mouth; I was about to release it when the first hot squirt erupted
between my cheeks.
I pulled away in panic as his dick kept shooting; it sprayed all over my
hair, face, and sari. Hot and gooey, milky white.
"Don't be afraid, Niece."  He said quietly, "It's all right. I wanted to
warn you about that. I'll tell you later. Clean up now, and not a word about
this to anyone."

The episode left me frightened and conflicted; I knew we were doing
something forbidden, something indecent that a woman shouldn't do. I was
horrified by what I'd done, and the by the result; but at the same time,
there was an overwhelming desire to do it again. To hold his cock, suck it,
watch the milk shoot out. My breasts stiffened as I thought of it and washed
the laundry.

"Satya!" Uncle called out the next morning not long after my husband had
left for the shop. "Come."
"Yes Uncle?"
"What are you doing now?"
"The washing, Uncle."
"Very good. When you've finished, come back and wash me."
"Yes, Uncle."
Why was I so afraid? Why was I so excited? He was just my husband's uncle.

He closed his eyes, relaxing in obvious pleasure as I lightly scrubbed his
legs, arms, and torso. His penis was hard already, waiting for me.
"Suck it again, Satya. Don't be afraid." He said reassuringly. "That's it.
You're a good girl, Satya. Stroke my testicles with your other hand. Ah,
that's wonderful!"
Once more, I was doing it; I was hot and wet between my legs, and I suddenly
knew everything; like a revelation, I remembered two dogs I'd once seen in
the market; something someone had said once when they didn't know I could
hear; I knew that I wanted the penis pushed into me, into the hot itchy
place I rubbed with my finger when I was alone in my shower. I knew that it
would fit there perfectly, that it was what I was waiting for.
That was the image that my mind had refused to see, the truth that no one
had told me, but that I somehow knew nonetheless.
"Don't stop, Satya." My uncle admonished me. I continued my efforts at
pleasuring him, my mind spinning with my sudden sexual awakening.
"Very good; wonderful." He said. "Now, Satya, I'm going to tell you about
men and women, because it seems you don't know."
As I sucked his cock and stroked his big hairy balls, he talked. He told me
about human sexuality, about how men would strive to get me alone, how they
might beg me or force me to pleasure them, as I was doing now for him. How
they all wanted to pollute me with the sticky milk.
I listened to his discourse in fascination; it was all true, I knew it was.
Men did look at me like he described, my mother had warned me to be careful.
The old cock quivered in my mouth, pulsing with energy, filling my head with
a strange euphoria. I looked up at Uncle; his hair was grey, his eyes were
wise. He was in his mid fifties, and I was 18. As his niece, it was my duty
to serve him; and it was a great pleasure as well. My thick black hair fell
about his lap as I strove to get more of him into my mouth, I was hungry for
his cock, the feeling of it, the taste, the strength, the thrill.
"Stop now, Satya." He said. This time, I obeyed immediately.
"I need release." He informed me. "This time, I want you to hold it all in
your mouth."
"But Uncle! I don't think I can." I said, suddenly afraid.
"Of course you can, child. It's nothing. Hold it in your mouth. You can
swallow it if you like, it's very good for you. It helps your hair grow long
and thick."
"Really?"
"Yes. Carry on now. Like a sweet, Satya, suck it gently. Don't be afraid,
now; there's nothing to fear, I promise. Are you ready?"
I nodded my head from side to side, letting him know I was; I felt his balls
pull upwards, and then his old dick erupted in my mouth again.
This time I was more prepared; it was still frightening, but I knew it would
be alright. Uncle had said so.
 I looked at him as my mouth filled with his strange and frightening hot
secretions, and he smiled back at me, the joy on his face more than enough
reward, more than enough to keep my lips firmly around his pulsing, erupting
organ until he was through.
We Indian women have a thing about our hair; it's our greatest pride. I
swallowed it all, choosing to believe what he'd said even though it was
somehow very unpalatable.
"Sit by me now."  He said. "Take my hand girl."
Somehow, holding his hand was very comforting. I felt very vulnerable at
that moment. Uncle began to speak. In a deep quiet voice, he began to tell
me what I hadn't learned in my all-girl school; about sex, come, and
pregnancy. About disease and desire.
We were interrupted when the doctor came for Uncle's check up, and anyway I
was getting behind on the housework. But the following day, I performed my
task again; this time, I was surprised to find myself positively looking
forward to my hot hair tonic.
I sucked him even more eagerly than before, barely able to wait for him to
come. I sucked my old uncle and stroked his hard cock as if it was my only
mission in life, until he erupted in my mouth, his living organ hot against
my lips. I swallowed it proudly and with increasing pleasure.
Afterwards, I sat with Uncle as before, holding his hand silently while he
continued with my [verbal] lessons.
"Now my nephew Manesh doesn't know these things, it seems. It would be best
if you don't let on that you know, either; but if you act carefully, you can
teach him without him realizing you've learned something elsewhere."
"Yes Uncle."
"Now tonight I want you to just massage Manesh's back. Very gently, to relax
him, all right?"
"Yes. I'll do it, Uncle." I said happily.
I was so happy, so optimistic; Uncle would teach me, and I would teach
Manesh, and we would be happy, and I would get the fulfillment I needed from
the right source.

"Deeper, Satya; suck me deeper into your mouth." Uncle demanded. "Oh yes;
you are a gift from heaven, child! Are you ready? AHHHHH!"
I received his hot sweet rush, pulling on his balls as they contracted
repeatedly; I held the fluid in my mouth for a few seconds as Uncle's spasms
subsided, savoring the strange taste before swallowing it dutifully.
"Sit, Satya. Take my hand. Did you do as I instructed last night?"
"Yes, Uncle."
"And what happened?"
"Manesh said it was very nice, and then he went to sleep."
"The massage?"
"Yes."
"That was all?"
"Yes."
Uncle looked unhappy.
"Massage his back again tonight; then ask him to roll over. Then I want you
to suck him; don't act too confident. Hesitantly, as if you aren't sure
about it, all right?"
"I really am not sure about it, Uncle." I said.

Uncle was getting his mobility back. He was able to use the toilet, but had
to be very careful on his crutches, and stay mostly in bed. He still asked
me to do the "special cleaning", of course.
"Excellent! Wonderful!" his praises felt as good as his powerful hot jet of
sperm as he came in my mouth.
"How are things going with you and Manesh?" he asked as I sat next to him
afterwards. "Any progress?"
Our discussions had become very frank; he told me about how a man should
penetrate a woman, and how it could be wonderful if done well. He'd
instructed me on how to lead my young husband carefully towards that goal.
I had made my husband come two days earlier, in my mouth. I'd been so happy
about it, and Uncle had said I would soon be contented and perhaps even be
made pregnant.
"Last night I sucked him again." I said
"Well that's good; why are you so upset?"
"I spoiled it. I stopped and kissed him on the mouth, like they do in
 films."
"Well that's excellent! You thought of that yourself?"
"Yes. But then he went completely soft, and he was short with me, and he
turned over and went to sleep!"
Uncle looked upset, but said nothing for a time. I held his hand silently,
while I waited for his wisdom on the matter.
"I'm very sorry, Satya."
"What is it, Uncle?"
"You are a tremendously lovely girl, did you know that?"
"Then why doesn't Manesh want me?" I asked, starting to cry.
"Lie here next to me, child." He said. He put an arm around me and kissed
the tears from my cheek.
"You are beautiful. Satya; your body is slim and strong, your breasts large
and firm. Your skin is as smooth as butter, your hair so long and shiny."
"Thank you uncle."
"You have suffered enough." He said, "Lie on top of me. No, remove you sari.
Lie on top of me naked."
"But Uncle! What about your hip?"
My uncle laughed; "Don't worry about that, Satya, you are so small and thin,
you'll be like a feather on me. Now I've told you how men are attracted to
women, recognizing their curvy shape and soft voices, and I've told you how
women find themselves strangely affected by men's wide shoulders and so on,
right?"
"Yes Uncle."
"Here, carefully."
I lay down against his body cautiously; his good arm went around my naked
hips, my breasts tingled with joy as they met his, my groin ached as it did
when he touched me, but stronger than it ever had before.
"Some men," Uncle said, "are different. Somehow, instead of seeing beauty in
women, as most men do, they see beauty in other men, as women do normally.
What do you feel, Satya, as I stroke your back, as you lie with me? Are you
revolted?"
Uncle's firm hand stroked across my naked back, painting a stripe of rapture
across me.
"No! no, Uncle."
"Good. Do you like it? Does it make you feel warm and happy?"
"Yes." I whispered.
"And when I stroke your buttocks like this?"
Uncle's hand went to my young ass, and circled it. I felt hot between my
thighs again, I felt weak yet euphoric.
"Yes."
"Lift your leg. I have a broken arm and hip child, I can't do much. Good
girl. Now; what about this?"
Gently, his strong finger traced across my clitoris; carefully, he massaged
my little knob between his finger and thumb.
It made me jump in shock, and shivers passed through me from end to end; I
heard myself let out a little cry.
"You're very wet there, Satya." He said.
"I'm sorry, Uncle. I don't know why it happens." I told him breathlessly.
"It happens when you want sex, Satya." He informed me. "Shift forward a
little."
I could feel strange goings on in my secret little valley; the valley that
no one had ever explored before. I felt Uncle's strong old finger push into
me, and gently massage my insides for a minute or so.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked, as I felt a strange presence against
me; a friendly warm presence.
"Yes." I nodded, too afraid to speak.
His good hand held his stiff organ against my vulnerable hole, moving it in
a stirring motion. Desire flooded me; I had suffered enough, that was what
he'd said. I pushed backwards gently, forcing it in; forcing it to stretch
my tender virgin flesh across its strong tip. I had to have more; I had to
feel it inside my body, I wanted to know a man at last!
It was painful, yet good. When at last it was in there, I wasn't quite sure
what to do, so I moved up and down against my prone injured uncle, doing
with my vagina what he'd taught me to do with my mouth. I wondered at the
amazing fulfillment of it; I knew for sure that this was what I'd been
missing. This was the experience that those innuendoes and grins from my
mother and older sisters had referred to. Oh god, it felt so GOOD!
"Careful, child! My uncle broke in; "I'm not whole yet. Kiss me now."
I had never kissed him on the lips; I had given him blow jobs every day for
weeks, and I had filled my body with his old cock at last; but never kissed
him as woman to man.
His hand stroked my hair and face as our lips melded to each other; my heart
filled with a primal joy, and I moved my hips back and forth to satisfy the
strange itch at my entrance; and at last, I came.
It wasn't my first orgasm. I had administered orgasms to myself regularly
for years, but this one was different; this one was in the arms [all right,
arm] of a man, his hot friendly dick filling my small body with its joyous
pressure!
"OH UNCLE!" I heard myself cry. Waves of pure pleasure rippled through me,
as his sturdy old manhood dominated my insides; strength flooded me and then
left me just as suddenly, tears came to my eyes and sweat to my skin. I
shuddered and shook with the intense sensations of my body and mind. I
looked into the wise kind eyes of my husband's uncle, his smile of affection
as beautiful as the sensations at my groin.
"Relax now, lie still on me." He instructed. He hadn't ejaculated again, but
I felt his organ soften inside me as he stroked my head and back.
"Do you feel alright?" he asked.
"I feel wonderful." I answered.

Uncle's recovery was going well, and he was soon able to do more than lie
prone below me as I pleasured myself against him; he held me and kissed me
all over, he administered pleasure directly to my vagina with his sugary old
tongue.
His grey head between my narrow thighs moved over my tender clit
knowledgably, teasing me to the point of agony before delivering me to
ecstasy. He held me tight in his arms, he stroked my breasts, he was my
lover.
But mainly, he was at last able to take the dominant position, as a man
should; it was my turn to lie on my back, as he got on top.
I spread my legs wide for him as he put his stiff hot cock against me and
pushed into me.
It made me so happy to be below him that way; it felt so right to have him
on top of me, his firm hand on my neck and his firm cock in my passage. He
pumped my young happy body with his stiff hot organ as I exploded in mad joy
again and again and again, until I thought I wouldn't survive the intensity.
I found it impossible to keep still when he did it to me, it made me jump
and shiver; I held my feet against his ass and kept my hands on his strong
shoulders, trying to steady myself against his sturdy old frame as he drove
his organ through my soul. He was so lovely to me, his eyes so filled with
adoration as he looked at me, reflecting my feelings for him.
When at last he stiffened and ejaculated deep within me, it was the most
beautiful sensation of my young life. I held his mature frame tightly,
savoring each hot squirt. I felt a wonderful sense of accomplishment and
contentment settle over me as he finished.
The only thing that I felt sorry about was that my uncle had had a vasectomy
after his second son had been born, 30 years earlier.

He was able to visit the shop, and soon started working half days.
"Nephew." He said to my husband after dinner one evening.
"Yes, Uncle?"
"This boy you hired to help in the shop while I was bedridden; he's a good
worker."
"Yes, Uncle. Very hard working."
"You like the boy a lot, don't you?"
"Well. yes, Uncle."
"Where does he live?"
"In an outlying village, with his older brother."
"Why don't we hire him on full time. He could stay here with us, if you
like."
"That would be good Uncle."
"He would have to sleep in your room, though." Uncle continued; "And Satya."
"Yes, Uncle?"
"Well, she couldn't sleep in a room with a strange man. She could sleep in
my room."
"That. that would be fine, Uncle." My husband said, unsuccessfully trying to
keep the joy and excitement from his face.


For the next five years, we lived our secret; no one could know that my
husband slept with the helper while I slept with his uncle.
No one knew that Manesh was completely gay, or that his old Uncle could do
it like a teenager every night. Some could see that the young bride glowed
with the happiness of love, though.
A few years ago, Uncle and I came here to Canada to live with his sons and
grandchildren. He is now 65, and I am 27.
I still love him as ever, but he is losing his strength, and I want
children.
He suggests I take a lover, one is able to make me pregnant.
What should I do?
Who can help me?

Ace 2007
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