The Dirty Uncle

 The Dirty Uncle

Chapter 1
by Noopster.





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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading.
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19 year-old Selena Gomez was spending the day at a local beach in Southern California with her boyfriend Justin Bieber and Bobby, his favorite uncle, who had just flown in from Canada a couple of days earlier to see his sister and his young cousins; and Justin could not be happier.

The former Disney princess had never seen her boyfriend this excited about anything. He had told her stories about Uncle Bobby many times, and it was obvious that he looked up to him as some kind of hero, but the way Justin's face lit up every time his 40 year old uncle said anything was something to behold. The young girl understood a little bit, every kid with a big family has that one special uncle or aunt who is different to the other adults, the cool one that breaks the rules and tells you grown up jokes your parents would never allow; but this level of hero worshiping was something she had never experienced.

Her boyfriend's fascination with Uncle Bobby had become especially puzzling after a couple of days of hanging out with him and the rest of the family. The impression that the paunchy, middle-aged man had made on her was by no means that of the remarkable, peerlessly funny guy that Justin had painted, but was that of a mediocre, washed up joke instead. He seemed like the kind of guy who had peaked in high school and was still trying to live like he did in his twenties, even after everyone else had moved on.

And it was Bobby who had unilaterally decided that they should check out the beach that afternoon, and Justin had immediately agreed with him, completely derailing the plans that him and Selena had already made. Going to the beach in the middle of February, without even taking the time to bring the most basic things like towels or an umbrella did not sit well with the young actress, but Bobby was still Justin's guest, and his favorite uncle to boot, so she had politely lied and said it was a lovely idea.

The short drive to the beach had given them enough to make some small talk and get to know each other better. Until that point they had been accompanied constantly by the rest of Justin's big family, and they had only said a couple of things to each other. He asked her about her family and her career and, even though he wasn't the brilliant conversationalist that her boyfriend had painted him out to be, he still seemed like a nice enough guy, and he did have a certain charm to him, even if his humor was mostly on the vulgar, puerile side of things.



Trying not to to be too obvious as she studied that man with the scruffy beard and the beer belly who looked nothing like Justin, the pretty latina spent the first 30 minutes on the beach awkwardly standing around in her cute yellow summer dress while uncle Bobby started going through his cooler (the only beach-accessory he had bothered to pack). The fact that he was wearing baggy gray sweatpants and an old red t-shirt, with what could only be a mustard stain on it, did not help his image either and yet it did not seem to bother him in the least. He seemed to be completely comfortable in his skin, maybe even a little too comfortable, and she had to admit that was deserving of some degree of respect.



That February in L.A was warm and sunny enough so that they could hang at the beach in light clothing, but the water was still too cold to swim in, so the beach was mostly empty, except for a couple of small groups scattered along the shore, and there was not much for her to do except listen to Uncle Bobby's stories and politely refuse the beer he offered her every time he finished another can. Justin had taken him up on his offer though, and she was not happy with the prospect of being the only sober one in the group. Luckily for her, a couple with two toddlers showed up and sat just a few feet from them, just in time to take her mind off of Justin trying to show off to his uncle by drinking and cursing in such an embarrassing way.

If there was one thing Selena loved was little kids, and when the two toddlers began to run in her direction, she jumped at the opportunity and asked the father if she could play with them. That was something Justin had seen her do many times. It did not matter if she had never met them, where they were or what they were doing, Selena would always drop everything to go say ’Hi’ to a cute baby. The father seemed to relish the opportunity to take a break from looking out after the two hyperactive kids, and sat back with his wife while Selena quickly gained their trust and began to run around with them, not letting the fact that she was wearing a short dress discourage her from frolicking and jumping around as if she was their same age.



"That's a beautiful girl you got there, kid, I'm proud of you," Uncle Bobby said after finishing the Miller Lite can in his hand, his gaze fixed on the young hottie running around a few feet from them, as it had been for the last hour. Every now and then the sun would hit her at the right angle, and the sunlight would outline her sweet, young body through the thin cloth, much to his delight.



"Thanks, Uncle Bobby. You want another one?"

"Sure, and get another one for yourself," the man said, his eyes never once leaving those tanned, slender, 19-year-old legs by the water.




Justin grabbed two beers from the cooler and sat back down next to his uncle. At 18, he wasn't old enough to drink legally yet, but his uncle said one or two would not do him any harm, and he was always right about this kind of stuff; that's why he was so cool. Bobby opened the cold can and took a big swig just as Selena bent over to pick up one of the babies. Her skirt caught a little gust of wind, and Justin heard his uncle mumble something as her girly pink and black panties peeked from underneath for just a second.






"That's a hot piece of teen ass if I've ever seen one."

"Heh... yeah, she's pretty cute."

"Look at that," the man insisted, "Those smooth legs and that tight ass... She's fucking delicious."

"Uh, yeah, she's very pretty," Bieber said proudly.

"Pretty doesn't begin to describe-- Oh look at that!"




Selena was bending over further, and now her panties were in full view. "Yeah, bend over for us, sweetheart, that's it... mmm, look at that, I bet you can't get enough of it, huh?"

Justin forced a nervous chuckle.

"Look, that guy is trying to act like he's not staring at your girl's cheeks, but he 100% is."

"Maybe I should--"

"No no, shh, don't say anything. You see that guy's wife? Yeah, she looks like a fucking bitch. Let the poor man enjoy the view, nothing wrong with a little panty peek now and then."



"...Okay."

"Fuck, I wish she was wearing a bikini right now. You should’ve told her to put one on.”

“I tried but, you know, it’s still technically winter.”

“Pfff, L.A. winter, what a fucking joke. You gotta send me some more pictures as soon as you get her in one of those tiny bikinis again, alright? Don't be stingy with me."

"Okay, I will."

"You know what? Why don’t we put that big ass pool of yours to good use. How about you have her over tomorrow so I can see what that looks like in person.

"Uh... yeah, sure."

"Good. Now, I need to ask you something, man to man."

"Sure, Uncle."

"What's she like in the sack?"

"Oh? Uh... I don't--"

"What? You haven't fucked her yet? What the hell are you waiting for!?"

"No, I have, but... I... I don't think I should say--"

"She let you cum inside?"

"What?! Uh, no, we use protection."

"Oh hell, let me tell you, kid, if that was me... I would not have bothered with that condom shit. I mean damn, look at that cute little pussy... she bald down there?"

"Yeah, she uh, she is."

"You got any pictures?"

"Uh, a couple, yeah."

"You better show me those too."

“I don’t know, Uncle, she’d be pretty pissed if she found out.”

“And who the fuck’s gonna tell her?”

Justin lowered his head and stared at the phone in his hand.

“You got a couple right there, huh? Show me.”

“Right here? But what if she--”

“She’s too busy with those kids! Now come on, show me.”




Justin began scrolling through his pictures, looking over to his girlfriend to make sure he wouldn’t get caught as he pulled up a blurry picture of her on his bed, legs spread and just a hint of lip under whatever black fabric she was using to cover her pussy with.




“Show me another one, a good one.”

Justin swiped to the left and a photo of Selena in a girly pink top showed up, she was pulling the crotch of her denim shorts along with her pink underwear to the side and exposing her shaved little pussy for him.




“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Uncle Bobby exclaimed, patting Justin on the back. The fatherly gesture encouraged him to swipe again, and in the next photo his girlfriend had one leg up on the couch, wearing a white top under a light orange sweater and nothing else but white cotton socks below.



“Well I'll be damned, the little slut even poses for these, huh?” His Uncle said, visibly salivating.

“Yeah, she loves it,” Justin beamed before swiping again to a photo of the sweet girl in nothing but a white tank top with pink flower and white puma sneakers, laying on a picnic blanket somewhere and spreading her pussy for the shot.



“She likes posing for me before sex, it gets her really wet.” He swiped again. Selena had thigh high stockings on and she was sitting on an office chair with one leg up, her hand dangling next to her wet snatch, glimmering with her juices. “Sometimes after sex too.”



Saying nothing, Uncle Bobby looked up at Selena over by the shore, before turning back to stare at her juicy pussy on screen, like he was having trouble reconciling the cute girl playing with the little kids with the shameless slut exposing herself for the camera.



“Now look at this one,” Justin said on his own initiative. It was Selena in a cute little dress, much like the one she was wearing that day, except for the dark blue color. She was sitting on a concrete step in what looked like someone’s backyard, hugging her knees with her skirt hiked and no underwear on. “We went out for a walk that day and she surprised me like this.”



“Tell me you fucked her right then and there, kid.”

“Well, no, I mean, there were a lot of people around.” He saw the disappointment in Bobby’s face and immediately added, “But I did take her to our secret spot and fingered her in the backseat.”

Uncle Bobby got up and put his hand in his sweatpants to make his erection a little less obvious as he began walking in Selena's direction. "Come on, I wanna get a closer look." His nephew quickly followed, and the two of them stood just a couple of feet behind the sexy young brunette. Her girlish giggles were like music to Bobby's ears as she kept bending over, holding on to the baby's hands to keep him from falling down and gifting them with one peek after another of her teen pussy and ass cheeks.



Speaking just loud enough for only his nephew to hear , Uncle Bobby said, "Mmm, I'd like to put a couple of babies in her, kid. I swear to fucking god I would fill that little cunt to the fucking brim."

"Heh," Justin laughed, uncomfortably.

"Does she give good head?"

"Well, she hasn't-- we haven’t done that yet."

"What do you mean she hasn't, kid? You need to make her suck you off."

"She says it's disgusting."

"They all say that at first, but you can't take no for an answer. Eventually she'll learn to love it. Trust me.”

"But, I uh, I can't make her if she doesn't want to..."

"Heh, you got a lot to learn, kid. I'm gonna teach you how to treat her. I'll teach her too."

"What do you mean?"

"Alright listen, I'm thinking after this, we go somewhere a little more private and then I'm gonna teach you both a thing or two about the birds and the bees."

"Uh... I don't know, Uncle."

"Come on, kid, I'm not gonna steal your girl, I just wanna have a little fun with her, teach her a few things, you know?"

"I don't know if she'd go for that, she's kinda shy when it comes to--"

"Are you kidding me? Look at her bending over for us, showing us her panties.” Selena was so near to them now that he had to whisper, but she was still too busy goofing around with the kids to even notice them. “You don’t think she knows what she's doing?"

"I think she's just having fun."

"Nah, listen to me, kid, a girl as hot as her? She knows what she's doing. Look, she's bending over again, the little whore."

"Uncle Bobby!"

"Sorry, kid, but it's the truth. All women are sluts in the end, your girl is no different. Those photos you showed me are proof enough."

"I don't think that's true, Uncle, she just likes posing for me, that’s all."

"Heh, you still have so much to learn."

Just then, the father of the babies came up to them and asked for a light. Bobby offered his lighter and the man lit up a cigarette. After thanking him and giving it back, the white-haired man stood with them in silence, pretending not to look at the young hottie carelessly showing off her underwear with every jump and squat. Still holding on to the toddler's hands, Selena laughed out loud as the wind blew up her skirt and showed her backside to the entire beach. The stranger's jaw dropped and he turned to Booby with a guilty look, but the knowing nod and the smirk he got from him seemed to take that guilt away, and soon the trio stared in silence, drinking in every little detail about that perfect 19-year-old ass.




"See? There she goes again," Bobby said to Justin, "She likes showing off that sweet little puss. She wants us to look."

"Hmm, maybe you're right, Uncle."

He leaned in closer, so that the smoking man would not hear. "Here's what's gonna happen. We're gonna get some more beers and we're gonna drive to that secret spot you told me about, then..."


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"Justin, what the hell are we doing here?" Selena angrily whispered to her boyfriend, taking advantage of the fact that his uncle had gone to take a leak behind some bushes right after parking on the edge of the lookout. She had started to feel uncomfortable the very second they began driving up that hill, the one she knew led to that secluded spot overlooking the valley where she and Justin had spent many afternoons making out without having to worry about the paparazzi or Justin's mom barging in without notice.

"Oh, uh... my uncle wanted to come here."

"What? Why? And how does he even know about this place?"

"Well I, uh, I told him."

"You told him what? That this is our secret spot?"

Justin started to giggle like an idiot. He had been quiet for most of the drive there, but now that she was looking at him directly it was obvious that all of that drinking he'd been doing to prove he could hang with his uncle had him really fucked up.

"Oh man, that was a lot of piss!"

She wasn't about to have a fight with her boyfriend in front of his uncle, so Selena tried to calm down and forced herself to politely smile as the 40-year-old man handed Justin yet another beer. 'Keep it cool,' she said to herself, 'but I'll make sure he remembers this the next time he's horny.'

Bobby sat on the hood, facing the edge of the hill, and waved another Miller Lite in the air, "You gonna drink with us or what?"

"No, thanks, I still have to drive us home."

"Oh come on, one beer is not gonna prevent that."

"She can't drink for shit!" Justin slurred obnoxiously, trying to look cool as he leaned on the fender, but it was obvious that the real reason for his awkward position was simply that he could no longer stand up straight. "She's such a lightweight... can't handle good beer like us men!"

Selena looked at him with disgust while Uncle Bobby chuckled. Her boyfriend had been making a fool out of himself all weekend just to try and impress him, and he was starting to seriously get on her nerves.

"Is that true, Selly?"

'Selly?' the young girl thought, not happy with him addressing her with such familiarity.

"Are you one of those girls who gets drunk after one drink?"

"No," she replied defiantly, arms crossed over her chest.

"Pfff! Girls just can't handle this shit like us!" Justin insisted before letting out an intentionally loud and disgusting burp. Bobby presented her the beer again and his lips turned into a coy smirk. "You gonna prove him wrong or what?"

Selena was about to refuse when Justin burst out into the stupidest, most irritating laugh she had ever heard. "She's so scared!" he cried out before resuming his drunken cackling. She watched her stupid boyfriend slide off and fall down on his ass, still laughing at her and acting like a complete idiot with his ass on the dirt. It was about time she shut him the fuck up.

"Gimme that," she said, having lost her patience. She cracked the can open and tilted her head back like she'd seen people do in movies. In truth, she did not like beer at all, and she felt immediately nauseous as she began to swallow the cold and bitter liquid in big, disgusting burps, but she was already too committed to shutting up her boyfriend, so she soldiered on until it was done, even going so far as to spike the empty container on the ground for dramatic effect immediately afterwards.

"Ahh, delicious!" she said aggressively, wiping the spilled beer from her neck. She looked down at her dress, the front of it was soaked, she was going to stink of beer for the rest of the day. Still, it was worth it, because Justin had finally shut the fuck up.

"Very impressive," Uncle Bobby congratulated her, rewarding her with another cold beer. She was already feeling dizzy from drinking the last one so fast, but could not refuse with the both of them looking at her like that, like they were expecting her to chicken out or start vomiting. No, she had to prove them wrong.

She did not finish the second one as fast, but she still finished it, and felt proud of herself for doing so. Uncle Bobby seemed genuinely impressed and she knew that had to sting for Justin, who had gone quiet all of a sudden. But she was still not done shutting her boyfriend up, so she asked for another, and then another, and another after that. Justin started puking when she cracked open her 6th beer and, by the time she got to her seventh, he had crawled into the back seat and passed out. ‘I sure showed him,’ she thought, trying hard to get her now clumsy fingers to crack open the can and failing. Her vision was a little bit blurry, and she didn't even know what she was laughing about, but she had proved a point; that was the important thing.

"Here, let me help you out with that." Bobby reached around behind her shoulders and leaned in close, very close, to help her open the beer. She said thank you and waited for his arm to leave her shoulder, but it never did. "So this is pretty romantic, huh?" the older man said, arm still wrapped around her and holding her close.

"Wh--what?" Not wanting to be rude, Selena let the arm stay. She tried to slide away and put some distance between them, but the hood was only big enough for the two of them and there was no room to go anywhere discreetly.

"This spot. You have the entire San Fernando Valley over there and I bet it looks amazing at night with all the pretty lights and the moonlight and the stars, the crickets chirping and shit.... I can see why my nephew likes to bring you here all the time."

"He told you that?"

"Oh yeah, he said this is where you first showed him your boobs."

"What?!" Selena exclaimed with indignation. It was true, and she had never told anyone about it. She pushed off his arm and turned to face him. "I can't believe he-- What else did he tell you?!"

"Look, you gotta forgive the kid, he was just excited and--"

"Tell me!" she said, putting on a serious face that was not nearly as intimidating as she would've hoped for. He turned to her and casually put his hand on her knee, "Hey, listen, don't get upset, I would never--"

"Tell me, please," she said, taking his hand away.

"Well... he told me that you started coming here to make out. And that the first time you let him get to third base was here."

"What? I--"

"It's okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"But it's private! Is that all he told you?"

Bobby paused to think for a second. "He also told me about that time you didn't wear any panties and he fingered you in the passenger's seat.”

"Oh my God! I can't believe he told you that!" she said, covering her face with her hands.

"That's not all..."

Looking back at the inside of the car, her eyes narrowed and focused on her loose lipped boyfriend, snoring loudly without a care in the world. She felt a profound revulsion. "That asshole!"

"Hey, don't get upset--"

"What else?!"

"He told me..." Bobby made a pause and looked straight into her eyes. "...that he thinks you're the most beautiful girl on this planet. And now that I'm this close to you, I have to agree."

"Oh, well..." had she been sober, Selena would've been smart enough to realize he was trying to soften her up, but at that point she was feeling very tipsy with all the beer she had consumed – and was still consuming – and as she struggled to say something back. "Thank you, that's... very sweet."

"No, you're sweet," he said, caressing her cheek, "Sweetest thing I've ever seen."

She blushed, and suddenly it wasn't just anger at Justin that had her on the edge of her seat, it was the strange vibe between her and Bobby. "Umm, thank you."

"Can I ask you something?" Bobby inquired, looking seductively at her as if he was expecting something to happen.

"Uh, yeah, okay" Selena replied, still a bit guarded but now oddly captivated by the unexpected connection happening between them.

"Have you ever been with an older man?"

Her eyes opened wide and she stared back, not knowing what to say, taken aback by the bluntness of the question. She had had a lot to drink, but still the incongruity of the situation – her boyfriend's uncle asking her something that sounded more like an indecent proposal than a question, while Justin was right there, just a couple of feet away –was extremely unnerving.

"What? No, of course not, Justin is the only only guy--"

"But have you thought about it?"

She could feel his eyes drilling into her chest as he leered at her. "I..."

"Everyone has fantasies, there's no shame in that. Come on, I won't tell Justin."

"I don't think I should," she said, looking down and wondering why she was still entertaining that conversation instead of getting up and leaving, like a decent girl should.

"Come on, I won't tell anyone. Unlike my nephew, I can actually keep a secret."

"I'm actually not comfortable with this conversation."

"Interesting. And why is that?"

"Because...", she took a moment to gather enough courage to say it. "It feels like you're coming on to me and I don't think that's appropriate."

Bobby smiled, like he was mocking her. "Why not?"

"Because Justin is my boyfriend and you're his uncle. You're also a lot older than me and--"

"My nephew was fine with it.”

"Fine with it? What the hell does that mean?"

"I told him I wanted you and he was fine with it."

"What?! I-- I don't believe you."

"He's been telling me about you for months now. Showing you off, sending me your pictures..."

"My pictures?!"

"Yes, the ones he took in Maui, on the bed with the gold pillow, after he took your cherry. Remember those?"

"That asshole! I can't believe he would--"

"Don't be mad at him, he just loves me, and he's so proud of you that he wanted to share."

"Share?! That is so disrespectful, I'm not a thing he can share with you! Those pictures were private, I can't believe he showed them to you, I'm… Oh God this is so embarrassing!".

"The pictures are beautiful. You are beautiful. But you don't deserve to be treated like a thing. You're a gorgeous, young woman and if my nephew can't see that, then someone else will." His hand went back to her knee, and she let it stay there this time. She was so angry at Justin that she couldn't even process what was happening anymore. She wanted to punch him, spit in his face, ask him how he could be such a disloyal… And right then, the realization suddenly hit her. 'He thinks he owns me, that he can treat me like a thing and talk about me and show my private photos to anyone and I will just take it. Well he's wrong. I should show him how fucking wrong he is.'

Bobby's hand moved up her thigh, there was nothing casual about it, it was a deliberate test. A surge of fear went through Selena's body. That was farther than she'd ever gone with anyone but Justin; nice girls don't let guys feel their thighs, especially not guys who are old enough to be their father, or her boyfriend’s father’s brother; but she was a lot more angry than she was scared. The hand was half way up her skirt, slowly creeping towards her vagina, and she was half way towards liking the idea. 'God, should I keep going along with this? Am I really angry enough to do this?'

"So...?" Bobby insisted with a sly chuckle, his hand so close to her pussy that he could feel its warmth on the back of his fingers.

‘Yes, I am! He told his uncle everything! Fuck him, I'm not a toy and I'm not his pet or whatever. He thinks he can just expose me like that with no consequences... I'll fucking show him.'

Bobby's hand grazed her underwear lightly, snapping her out of her inner struggle.

"Maybe I have, once or twice..." Selena finally confessed. She shifted a little bit, leaning just a little closer to him, so that just one leg and half of her bottom were resting on the car, and Bobby's hand moved around the left leg, causing her to giggle as his fingers tickled the back of her thigh.

"I bet you get hit on a lot by older guys, right?" he asked, caressing her soft, young flesh. "Well..." She bit her lip seductively, and jumped a little bit when Bobby reached for her ass cheek. "Come on, with a body like this..." He squeezed it hard and the drunk girl giggled cutely, then she said, "I think I'm too skinny," while playing with the hem of her skirt. 'I'm acting like such a slut,' she thought, surprised by how comfortable she felt teasing him, 'But Justin has to learn. He'll be so jealous when I tell him his uncle touched me, he'll never do it again.'

"Too skinny? That's nonsense. Come on, stand up."

"Oh, I..."

"Come on, don't be shy."

The girl stood up, and only then did she realize how wobbly her legs were, but the dirt felt good on her bare feet. Holding her hand as she posed for him, Bobby told her, "You are absolutely stunning." Selena smiled and blushed, a part of her still felt guilty for acting like that, but the rest of her felt thrilled by knowing she was exacting her revenge using her femininity as a tool, just like the femme fatales in the movies.

"Twirl a little bit for me."

He was completely silent as she began to turn for him, his eyes fixed on her young, slender body, and an expression of tortured anticipation on his face as her short skirt swayed with her momentum, offering fleeting glimpses of the girly panties she’d been so carelessly showing off at the beach. "Mmmm, mmm, mmm! You're perfect, don't let anyone tell you anything different."

"Thank you," she said bashfully, and in her dizziness she missed a step and twisted her ankle.

"Ow!"

"Hey, watch it there!" Bobby kept her from falling, and when she regained her balance he had her sitting between his legs with his arms wrapped around her.

"Uncle Bobby, what are you--"

"Shh, I'm just taking care of you," he said, speaking softly, causing goosebumps to break out on the back of her neck. "Something that my nephew apparently doesn't know how to do."

A very warm feeling began to grow inside of her. The sun was starting to set, and she felt his arms tightening around her waist, pulling her closer as she marveled at the glorious pink, purple and orange shades that colored everything before her eyes. It was a strangely romantic moment, and when Uncle Bobby's lips finally touched the soft skin of her bare shoulders, the young girl found herself giggling and welcoming his kisses like she'd done with her boyfriend so many times at that very same spot.

"Uncle Bobby, what are you doing?"she asked in a very light tone that sounded more like curiosity than a protest.

"Treating you like my nephew should."

His hands began to move up her stomach and suddenly she felt afraid and stopped them. "We can't."

"Why not?" Bobby said before planting a couple of kisses on the side of her neck. The girl shivered and instinctively turned her head to offer more of her smooth skin. Bobby got really close to her ear and whispered, "Look around, who's stopping us?" A powerful shiver went down her spine and she let go of his hands, letting them resume their previous path, until he was cupping both of her tits through her dress. ‘Oh God, what am I doing? Am I drunk?’ She felt dizzy, and her body was burning now, that was when she started to realize that maybe she wasn't in the best state of mind to go through with her plan.

"But Justin..." she whispered, shivering as he groped and played with her small breasts.

"I thought you were mad at him."

"I am, but... this isn't right."

"Why not? We're just having a little bit of fun, right?"

He squeezed her soft tits with both hands, and again Selena’s hands ended up on top of his, but this time they didn’t try and stop him. "I'm sorry, I can't do this..." she said, her hands following the circular movement, helping the massage, encouraging it even. "I can't cheat on him, no matter how mad I am."

Gently, Bobby cupped the petite girls chin, turning her face and holding it close to his. "It wouldn't be your fault. He was the one showing me your private photos, remember? He was the one pushing you to me, treating you like a slut, talking about you behind your back." As she stared into his eyes, her mind began screaming. ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?’ She closed her eyes, and in the darkness her head was spinning fast as he gripped her breasts hard, almost painfully so, and pushed them together. She opened her eyes and turned to look back at him as she took his hands off her chest. The sun had set and under the light of a full moon uncle Bobby did not look so bad now after all. “I think we should stop,” she said, breathing hard and looking down at the erection growing menacingly in the older man’s sweatpants.

"And I think that my nephew fucked up, and we should teach him a lesson."

He pulled her in and when his lips touched hers every bit of hesitation went out the window. It was finally happening, the moment of truth, the point of no return. Tomorrow she would let Justin know all about how she made out with his uncle in retaliation and he would be so jealous, he'd have to beg her for forgiveness. The kiss broke just long enough for her to say "Okay," and then his mouth crashed into hers again. His breath was redolent of tobacco, and all around him was a smell of dried up sweat and beer, or maybe that was her, but none of that mattered because his hands were moving heavily on her, from waist to breasts and back down to her thighs, taking all of her fear and doubts away.

"I'm not-- I'm not a slut," she panted erotically as he kissed her right shoulder. Breathing heavily on her skin, Bobby's hand slid up her dress until it found her damp panties. "I know you're not, you're such a good girl..."

She jumped and stopped him. She had not been expecting to go that far. "No, not there," she protested unconvincingly. But her body was betraying her words and she could feel herself getting wetter. Bobby pulled her in for another kiss and took her hand away, this time cupping Selena's warm pussy in his palm. The young starlet moaned into his mouth as he found the hot pink trim of her panties and began to knead the small, warm mound with his fingers. 'I can't believe I'm doing this... but, oh my God... Justin never touches me like this... he's not a real man like his uncle'. Having completely given in to lust, she turned to kiss him again, and she offered no resistance when his hand went under her thin panty line. She was shaved down there, and when his finger slid between her lips and probed inside, Selena cried out and quickly silenced herself with her hand on her mouth. Passed out or not, Justin was still back there, and if she could hear him snoring, he'd be able to hear her moaning in his uncle's arms.

"He's out cold, don't worry," Bobby reassured her while he gently massaged her clit. Selena moaned again,unable to stop herself from squirming. He slipped a digit into her tight pussy and she pulled him in for a kiss, biting his lower lip as he began to finger her. She started to moan a little bit louder and her free hand kept trying to grab on to something as pleasure built up inside of her. She would've slipped and fallen down right away if he wasn't holding her so tightly.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, breaking the kiss to pant into the quiet night as uncle Bobby slipped a second finger in her cunt. "Your pussy is so cute and tight..." he said softly behind her ear, pulling down the straps of her dress with his free hand until the thing fell around her waist. "I wanna taste it."

"Mmmm..." she moaned weakly with her eyes closed, hips moving slightly back and forth, riding his prodding fingers.

"Does my nephew eat you out?"

"Mmm... no..." she moaned again.

"That's a shame. Is that why you don't suck his dick?"

"I..." she stopped to bite her lip. "I don't like doing that, it's... nasty."

Bobby chuckled as he twisted the little hooks of her matching pink and black bra. The garment slipped off her chest and landed on the dirt. She made a quarter turn so he could see her better, and there was a moment of silence while he admired the young girl's perky, delicious-looking tits, the hard little nipples as pink as cherry blossoms, covered in goosebumps.

"What?" she asked self consciously.

"Your tits are perfect. They're even better than in the photos."

'My private photos...' She was angry, but when he put his mouth on her left breast and shoved a third finger into her cunt, every negative feeling was taken away and replaced with pure, unbridled lust. Selena had never been touched like that, it was like Justin's uncle knew exactly how to stimulate and thrill her. She had to give it to him, the man might've looked and acted like a loser, but in terms of skill he was a million miles ahead of her idiot boyfriend. 'This is what being with a real man feels like, I had no idea,' she thought, just seconds before Bobby bit into her nipple and thrust his hand up, burying his fingers deep inside her, curling them to reach her G-spot while his thumb rubbed her clit in little circles.

"Oh my God!" she cried into his shoulder, her nails digging into his back.

"You like that, Selly?"

'Stop calling me that!' she thought, but then she gasped as his finger's slipped out, and suddenly her entire body was begging for them and whatever he was calling her did not matter. He began to pull down her wet panties and she wiggled her hips to help him peel them off, never daring to look down, ashamed of herself, but not wanting to stop. The pink and black garment landed on the ground and he gently pushed her away until her arms let go of him and she was back on her feet, facing him. She looked at him, confused, covering her chest with her arms.

Bobby rose, picked her up with surprising agility, and placed her on top of the hood with the dress bunched up around her waist. Now that they had switched sides, Selena could see how huge the tent in his sweatpants was. Some dumb, inexplicably prim reflex made her close her legs and cover her breasts, but Bobby easily remedied that when he spread her thighs and positioned himself between them. 'Is he going to--' She saw him reaching for his dick, about to pull it out, and shook her head. Unfazed, Bobby quickly changed strategy and dove head first into her bald, slick pussy, lapping at her engorged clit while his index and middle fingers burrowed deep in her wet hole. “Oh God, Oh Jesus!” No longer concerned with her surroundings, Selena moaned loudly as the sensations of his touch swept across her body. Things had escalated so quickly that her half-cocked plan to get back at Justin was gone from her mind. All she could think about was Bobby licking her pussy, and she was loving it. "Oh my God, oh my God! Yes! Yeeeesss!!" she cried out with her fingers running through Bobby's thinning hair as her insides neared the point of no return. “Oh God don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop” the young, half-naked girl kept pleading loudly, all modesty completely gone as she twisted and writhed on the hood of her boyfriend’s car with the tongue and fingers of a man twice her age buried in her sopping wet cunt.

Bobby stopped eating her pussy and climbed next to her, his fingers still deep inside and working the young girl's G-spot. He tried to kiss her again and she hesitated, but that too went away once his thumb applied just a little bit of pressure on her clit. Selena's lips parted and when his tongue touched hers and she tasted her own sex in someone’s mouth for the first time, it was like someone had flipped a switch in her brain. Her hand jumped on its own and grabbed his dick through his sweats. It felt rock hard and thick as a log in her small hand and then she couldn't help herself. "I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING!" the starlet cried out even while uncle Bobby's tongue flailed around in her mouth. Her cunt walls clenched around his hand like a vice and her cute chipmunk face strained and she began to shake. Her tiny hand never let go of Bobby's cock, even as her entire body turned stiff and all of her flawless, olive skin became colored in bright red. Then, after a few seconds, the biggest of smiles splashed across her face as her body orgasmed, sending a rush of fluids from her pussy, muscles spasming with the pleasure of it all.

"Good girl," Bobby chuckled when she exhaled and went limp as a rag doll. "Now, how was that?"

The sexy teenager was panting hard, and her expression was half confusion and half exhilaration, as if she could not believe what she had just experienced. "That was... amazing," she finally said, looking up at him with those beautiful, dark eyes, opened wide and unblinking. Her vision seemed to clear up with the rush of her orgasm, and Bobby did not fare too well from that angle. Reality began to set in as she stared at his double chin and at the unevenly trimmed hairs growing from it. A man who she barely knew and that doubled her age had just put his fingers inside her and made her climax. 'Oh my God, I just cheated on my boyfriend with his uncle!' she cried in her mind, finally letting go of his hard-on.

"Now, how about you return the favor?" he said, trying to bring her hand back to his crotch. Selena pulled her hand back immediately. "I don't think I should," she said as she stood up and struggled to keep her balance. "I... think we should go."

Justin's uncle relented and licked his fingers as he watched her pull her top back up. After she had covered herself he sighed. "Okay, I guess I'll take you kids home."

"But are you okay to drive?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it."

He offered his hand and helped the unstable girl walk to the passenger's door, making sure her legs were safely tucked in before closing the door, then he climbed into the driver's seat. Not even Justin's snores could mitigate the deep awkward silence between them as Bobby struggled to find the ignition. The engine roared and he was about to put it in gear when Selena remembered her underwear was still out there. "My bra and panties!” She shouted, startling him for a second. She turned to him, full of shame, and asked timidly, “Could you go and get them for me, please?"

"Sure."

As Uncle Bobby got out of the car, Selena noticed that he was still super hard, and she felt a little guilty about it. He closed the door behind him and in the silence that followed every one of Justin's snores became more obnoxious than the last. She looked back at him and remembered Bobby's comment about the pictures. She felt humiliated, knowing he was talking about those pictures she’d let Justin take at the hotel, and one particularly mortifying one where she was topless and spreading her legs on the bed came to mind.




'I can't believe he showed that to his uncle! He promised no one would ever see them! Who else has he shown them to?' Pain, guilt and shame began to build up inside of her. 'But what if there's another explanation and I already made out with his uncle, and he-- Oh God I'm such a terrible girlfriend!' She put her knees on the seat and turned to face her sleeping boyfriend. Reaching for his leg, she pushed and pulled on it a little bit, trying to wake him up. "Mmmhmpfh... leavemealonegoddammit..." he mumbled stupidly.

"Justin," she said, shaking his leg again, "Justin!"

There was little to no reaction. He mumbled something unintelligible but his eyes never opened and he never woke up; he was completely out. Looking at him drooling over himself, Selena began to feel angry again. Deep down she knew there was no other explanation, he had betrayed her.

Just then, Bobby opened the passenger's door to give her back her undergarments, and what he found was another feast for the eyes. The girl's tight behind propped up, exposing her rear just like on the beach, except this time there was no underwear to cover anything. Her ass was so cute and bubble-shaped, and her wet and used pussy was right there on display. Instinct took over, and without a moment's thought he pressed the recliner button on the side of the passenger seat. The backrest quickly fell back under Selena's weight until it was almost completely horizontal, and before she could understand what was going on, he had already flipped up her dress and grabbed her ass cheeks. The young girl squealed in surprise, and when she turned her head, Bobby had already dropped his pants and his big, hairy cock was aiming for her. She reached back and stopped him with a hand on his stomach, nodding in Justin's direction. "Stop, we can't!"

"Why not?" The unexpected sincerity of the question hit her hard. He said it as if there weren't thousands of reasons why the two of them should not have sex, and in trying to pick just one, all that Selena's confused brain could come up with was, "J-Justin!"

"It's okay, he doesn't mind," he joked, and then he threw her dirty panties right at his nephew's face.

"But this is wrong, we shouldn't--"

Bobby spread her ass cheeks very slowly, taking in every little detail of the mouth-watering spectacle of her teenage pussy and virgin asshole. "You know you want it, you little slut, I can see how fucking wet you still are."

"Wait, just wait second," she protested when he pushed her body forward and lifted her ass up to his crotch’s level, but Justin's uncle was on a mission and pretty soon he was rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips. "What if he wakes up? We can't!" She looked back and watched him, waiting for a response, but Bobby refused to listen, all he needed to know was that her precious little cunt was dripping wet and that as he slipped in just a little bit, the girl’s hips pushed back, like they were begging for it. It didn't matter whether it was a conscious reaction or not, her body wanted it, even if she was still protesting.

Selena felt dizzy and having lost control of the situation, did not know what to do. She felt lost in a fog made out of anger and fear and shame and lust. The sum of it all paralyzed her and the only thing she could do was do nothing, so she just faced Justin in the backseat again, feeling angry and sorry for him at the same time. Her boyfriend's uncle looked down at her with a wicked half smile and pushed inside her, bare. "Mnnngh!" she moaned suddenly, unable to control herself as the girthy head slipped inside. "C--condom! Condom!" she blurted, finally accepting the fact that he was going to fuck her right then and there, no matter what.

She was pointing back at the glove compartment, where Justin kept his Trojans just in case of an impromptu encounter of that sort, but Bobby snickered and tried to push further in. Selena's heart was beating like crazy and she jerked to pull away just in time, feeling a quick shiver as the cock slipped out of her. "Protection, we need protection!" she said, looking back at his erect manhood, the top half coated with her juices.

"Relax, Selly, I know what I'm doing".

He grabbed her by the hips again and brought her close. "W-wait!" she yelled right before her mouth and eyes opened wide with disbelief as her boyfriend's uncle began to fill her tight cunt with his thick, hairy cock. She could feel its veins rubbing her pussy walls as it continued moving forward and before long, he had sunk himself all the way in. Selena was motionless, the drunken haze she'd been floating in now replaced by the purest rush of lust and adrenaline she had ever experienced. Bobby began thrusting into her slowly, loving the sharp little whimpers that came out of her every time he went balls deep. "Such a tight little cunt... fuck yes!" he shouted, driving faster and pushing harder. 

Gripping the leather seat tightly, Selena could only stare at her unconscious boyfriend, still sitting there like a fool with her pink panties dangling from his nose, completely oblivious to the fact that his 40-year-old uncle was plowing her bald teen twat from behind. 'This is wrong, this is so wrong.' Selena screamed inside her head. He was the only man to be inside of her besides Justin, but not even her dear boyfriend had fucked her raw like that. She felt guilty for letting him, but Bobby wasn't like Justin, he was fucking her the way he wanted to, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. That thought scared her at first, but as his thick cock continued to stretch her pussy, those feelings only served to arouse her even more.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, I'm gonna fill you up real nice!" the dirty uncle suddenly announced, bringing fear back into her heart.

"No! I'm not on--!"

He slapped her hard across her buttocks, and felt her cunt grip him tighter in response. "Shut the fuck up, this is what you need!" When she tried to fight him, he held her arms behind her back and fucked her harder. "You need a man, a real man with a real cock to teach you!" he grunted and growled as his fat cock jack-hammered her pussy. He was relentless, and the teenaged singer could do nothing but moan and squeal in pleasure as he manhandled her like she had never been before.

'This is wrong, but he pushed me to do this,' Selena kept telling herself while her young cunt got pounded mercilessly right in front of her boyfriend. 'He disrespected me, treated me like a whore. He deserves this, he pushed me to this!' As much as she told herself those things, there was still guilt inside of her, just not enough to overshadow how good Bobby was making her feel. This was her first time feeling a grown man's cock and the difference was unmistakable. Bobby was stretching her, getting deeper than Justin ever could, fucking her rough and pulling her hair and having his way with her. He had been right, as much as it hurt her pride to admit it. He was teaching, and she was learning, one deep thrust at a time.

Then suddenly he stopped, and he pulled her body close to his. He was so deep inside that she couldn't even form any words, all that came out of her mouth were quick little gasps as he pulled the straps of her dress down and groped her tits with one hand while keeping her close and secured with the other. "Are you gonna tell my nephew that I fucked you?" he whispered menacingly in her ear.

"I-- I..." she struggled to answer, trembling in his arms.

He pulled back, until only the head remained inside her. "Are you gonna tell him that I came inside of you?"

"Y-y-yes?"

She barely got the word out before he rammed his cock up her cunt, making her scream with pleasure. Then he let go, and she fell on elbows and knees again.

"Here we go, here we go, get ready, get that pussy nice and ready," the unkempt man warned, climbing on the seat with her so he could really give it to her rough. "Aaaahh!! Aaaah!! Aaaaaoohh!" Selena cried out, feeling like each thrust was going to split her in two. The inside of the car was hot and humid and what little fresh air came through the open door could do little to bring down all of the heat produced by the exertion of both of their bodies. Now that she was topless, her sweaty tits were rubbing on the leather of the seat and before long, all of her chest was wet and slippery, and she began to slide forward after every bump, getting closer and closer to her sleeping boyfriend until only the bottom half of her body remained on the seat, the rest of her draped over Justin's lap.

Bobby leaned in, putting almost all of his weight on top of the slender young girl. Then he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face right into his nephew's crotch. Selena felt her boyfriend's soft dick on her cheek, a stark contrast to the one drilling into her loins, then Bobby shouted, "Here it comes! Here it comes!" and drove his cock deep into her one last, powerful time. "OH YES, YES, YES!" the pretty girl screamed, experiencing another amazing orgasm as he rammed himself all the way down to her cervix, the sharp sounds muffled into the fabric of her boyfriend's jeans, rendered unintelligible.

When she stopped screaming, uncle Bobby was groaning in a low, almost inaudible tone, and she started feeling all warm inside. Suddenly it hit her, 'Oh God he's cumming inside of me!'

That was another first. Her mother had gotten pregnant by accident when she was only 16, so no matter how many times Justin had asked, begged, and sometimes even demanded, she had never allowed it, not even with a condom on. And now there she was, having her womb filled up with a greasy, middle-aged man's cum. 'Oh God it's too late to stop it now, what have I done?' She had given in to anger and lust and this was the result. But that was her rational side talking. Deep down, she was enjoying it. She could feel Bobby's cock pulsing inside of her, it was an amazing feeling unlike anything else, and every pulse was followed by another warm, strangely comforting spurt of jizz. She knew she was going to regret it later, but right now she had to admit it felt good, earned, welcome.

Bobby had gone silent, and Selena felt the pressure inside her pussy relaxing as he began to go soft. When he finally pulled out of her quivering body with a tired, unenergetic, sigh, she felt the cum seeping out, trickling down her thigh, and she looked up at Justin, full of shame. There he sat, motionless and emotionless, completely unaware of what had happened. 'Am I dreaming?' She thought, feeling Bobby spread her ass cheeks to admire her cum-leaking pussy. ‘Did we really....’

Justin's dear uncle had just fucked the shit out of his precious girlfriend right on top of him and he had no idea. His hero had fucked her raw and finished inside, while he was just sitting there with her used panties on his face, looking like an idiot. She had never been less attracted to him in all the time she had known him.

"Now clean my cock," she heard Bobby saying behind her.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, the young Latina rolled over and pulled herself up on her elbows. "W-what?" She stared down at herself, gasping for breath. The leather between her legs was wet and blotted with cum, and with every slight movement she could feel more of the mix of bodily fluids smearing on her butt.

"Clean my cock," the man repeated, holding his hairy, semi-hard cock up to her face. Selena stared at the thing like she had never seen it before. Her lust was gone, and even though things had gotten out of hand, she had accomplished her goal. She felt a strange sense of pride realizing that that grown man still wanted her so much, but that was it; she wanted nothing more to do with him.

"Come on, suck it, taste yourself."

Bobby tried to put it on her lips but she turned away and rejected it.

"I don't want to."

"Just open that slut mouth of yours!" He said, losing his patience. He grabbed her face and tried to push it on her lips again, but she moved and the tip left a snail trail across her left cheek.

"No! I don't do that, okay?"

"Come on, just suck it!"

He tried the same thing again and this time she slapped his hand away.

"I said no! It's disgusting."

Bobby's eyes became aggressive and he pinched her jaw between his thumb and forefinger until she opened her mouth. "Just try it, you little slut!" he demanded, trying to shove his cock inside the resistant girl's mouth. “Okay, okay, just stop pinching me!” she complained, finally letting the smelly, sticky cockhead go past her lips, wincing as she tasted the bitter cum all over his soft cock. “That’s it, lick it clean, Selly,” he said softly and in a much calmer tone now while pushing her head down, leaving her no other option but to bob on his dirty cock, trying not to throw up in her mouth. Thankfully, he was done after a couple of angry thrusts, but he still made a point of rubbing the sticky tip on her lip before letting go

The plump-lipped brunette coughed and spat as he went back to the driver's seat. 'How dare he call me a slut and make me suck his dick!' she kept saying to herself, arms crossed over her chest and looking out the window as Uncle Bobby drove down the road. He put music on the radio and even tried making small talk with her a couple of times, but she was too upset to go with it. At one point he actually started singing along to Neil Young’s “Heart of Gold” and trying to get her to do the same thing as if nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just fucked her raw in front of her sleeping boyfriend just a few minutes before.

When they were just a few blocks away from her neighborhood he stopped at a Walgreens. “I need to get something quick. You want anything?”

Selena shook her head without even looking at him. She could still taste his dick in her mouth and feel his cum dripping from her pussy as she watched him go in the brightly lit store. She turned to look at Justin and felt both pity and anger as she removed the dirty panties from his face.

Bobby came back soon after with yet another case of beer and hummed along to the radio all the way to Selena’s home. The young girl opened her door without a word but she felt Bobby’s hand on her arm before she could get out. “Hold on, you might need this.” Selena turned to look at the little box labeled PLAN B in his hand and felt a massive wave of shame and humiliation crashing over her. She looked up at the sneering man and then back at the box before trying to grab it, but he pulled his hand back, just out of reach. “How about a goodnight kiss first, huh?” he said, pouting his lips at her.

“Ugh, no!”

“Are you sure that’s the right move right now?” he insisted, shaking the pills right in front of her. Selena sighed in defeat. She started to lean closer and in the blink of an eye Bobby’s tongue had made its way into her mouth, and he was holding onto the back of her head to keep her from getting away as he slobbered all over her face and groped her tits a little more. When he was done, he allowed her to take the box from him, but not without a little playful resistance to add insult to injury.

“Good night, Selly, see ya tomorrow at the pool party!” he shouted out the window before driving away. Selena rolled her eyes, clutching the morning-after pills tightly as she went inside.

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To Be Continued...