Lisa My Love, Part 1

by amy xxxxx

I've decided to tell you about myself, my life and my one and only love. Through from my first sexual experiences to when I met Lisa at school and on until our break up a few months ago.

All that you read here is true, as far as my memory recalls. Not all of it is nice and the ending is quite sad from my point of view...

I always knew somehow, even from a young age that I was different. I have always loved women and girls, boys seemed to sence it too. Even at primary school I felt attracted to girls and all through my school days I had crushes on teachers.

When I was about eight I remember my uncle Paul baby sitting me and he was lying on the couch. He asked me to lay with him and with me being so young and nieve, I did. He lay behind me with his hand around my waist and snuggled up to me. I remember lying there listening to his breath and thinking of how he stunk of fags. After a short while he pulled me closer and I guess he was kindda spooning with me. I knew somehow that this wasn't right and said so. He said that because he was my uncle I should trust him. I said 'OK', but was still uneasy. Again he snuggled closer until I could feel something pressing against my bottom through my nighty. I knew what it was but was scared now and lay there as stiff as a board.

After what seemed like ages he said his back was aching and that he needed to turn over. He twisted around and pulled me on top of him so we were facing each other. I felt flattered when he told me how pretty I was but then got a shock when he kissed me on the mouth. I said he shouldn't do that but again he said not to worry because he was my uncle and he would kill any man who tried to interfear with me. I recall feeling a deep love for him because he was my uncle Paul, the best, most trust worthy uncle in the world.

He kissed me again and said he was doing it because he loved me so much. He asked if I was enjoying it and I guess I felt in awe of him and nodded that I did. Maybe, with hind sight I shouldn't have because it encouraged him even more but I do know I enjoyed kissing him.

He carried on kissing me and not another word was spoken as I felt him moving me into the position he wanted me in. Which was right on top of him with my legs dangling down either side of his. His kissing became more furious, though he didn't try to put his tongue in my mouth. I could feel his cock through his jeans and he had to stop to adjust himself because it was so hard. His hands found my bum and he carressed me through my nighty and Panties.

I remember feeling his cock against my pussy through our clothes and enjoying how it felt when he started to rub it back and forth. A short while later he said he had to adjust himself again. This time though I realised he'd pulled his jeans down a little way and I could feel his now bare cock pressing against my panty clad pussy.

By now, though, I was enjoying myself too much to care and knew no harm would be done because HE was my uncle Paul.

He started grinding really hard and fast and I could feel his cock jabbing at my hole. I still had my panties on so he wasn't entering me at all but it was as close to full sex as you can get. I was now grinding back, not really sure why? But it felt good.

He pulled his face from mine and I leant against his shoulder and felt his fingers slide under my bottom and pressing where his cock had been. He used his middle finger to circle my slit through the thin nylon. It was done quite roughly in fact. His cock was now rubbing against my clit, which at the time I didn't even know existed.

Suddenly he began to shake and I felt his cock throb and spurt three or four times until my panties were completely soaked. I can't say I came because I'm not sure if I did. I know that when he was shooting his load I felt tingly down below in my pussy.

We fell asleep like this, kissing and cuddling. I believed Paul when he said he loved me and told him I loved him too. We awoke with the sound of a key being turned in the front door. Paul told me to run up to bed and keep quiet. I did, but I knew it was a close escape for us, especially Paul.

Lying in bed, I took my panties off and with my torch I looked at them under the duvet I Instinctively knew that the white mess all over the front was sperm. I hid them under my bed and threw them in a bin on the way to school the next day.

Paul baby sat a few times after that but he was now bringing his new girlfreind. I didn't like her because I wanted to do it again with my uncle but with her There it was never going to happen and it didn't. Looking back, I still hate her, even though she probably saved me from major sexual abuse...

In part 2 I'll tell you how I ended up kissing another girl for the first time and how I nearly had my first lesbian experience with my best freinds mum....