I married Callum my husband at a relatively young age. I was nineteen and thought I knew everything. It turned out I didn't know anything. Callum was and is a bully. Not at first during our dating or even around a year after we got married, but his true nature soon came out.
It soon became apparent he wanted me to be a slut for him at all times, even when his friends were around. Sometimes making me fuck him in front of them. And on one occasion when they were all drunk, he had three of his so called mates have sex with me. I absolutely hated it and him for making me, but the refusal I gave him at first brought me a black eye and a blooded nose.
My family all kind of knew about the violence and intimidation, except one. But all I got back from them was "We told you so".
Yes I was wrong not to listen to them about being too young, to impetuous, but to be abandoned with them knowing I was taking beatings, really really hurt me.
After a particular bad punch to the face this time last year, because I wouldn't let Callum's friend fuck my asshole when they were watching football, I called by my moms home. She was drunk as usual and had her new "Boyfriend" around who was also drunk. I was about to leave having only been there a minute, when her youngest brother Alex who I'd hardly seen since I was about seven, turned up out of the blue to collect some money he'd loaned her. He looked at my mother and then at me. I don't know why, but I broke down crying, sobbing really and I just couldn't stop. My mom shouted at me for being such a "Drama queen" as she called it, as my face in her opinion wasn't too badly swollen.
Alex laughed, then sneered at my mom, said something I'm not going to repeat and gripped my hand. Taking me to his car Alex asked me if my moms new boyfriend had hit me. When I told him it was Callum who'd caused the injuries, he looked at me with complete astonishment.
He hadn't known about Callum's beatings and really tried to get me to tell him more but I was too upset. Alex had tried to get me to say something because as I later found out, Callum used to be one of his favorite students at his martial arts school.
Sat in his car, I sobbed my heart out as he drove me to his apartment. Eventually I calmed down enough and realized it was the first time I'd cried in years. All throughout my beatings and sexual intimidation, I'd held all my emotions in check, especially when I'd been hit.
In a hour long sprawl in Alex's apartment, of frustrated emotional outbursts, I told Alex absolutely everything. From thinking I knew what was best for me, right down to being forced to fuck Callum's friends over a two hour period, where they did absolutely anything they wanted with me.
Again I cried at the end of my retelling. Alex put his huge muscular arms around me and said "That's the last time you'll have to cry about anything like that again.
Alex phoned Callum once I'd given him his number, to tell him I was staying over. And even though Alex was twenty feet away, I could hear Callum shouting down on the other end of the phone. It scared me, but once Alex put the phone down, he came over to me and said "I promise you, it's the last time he'll ever threaten a member of my family again".
I don't know why exactly. Whether it was the emotion, or just sheer relief at being safe, but I reached up to Alex, held his head and kissed him on the lips. It was meant to be a thank you kiss at first, but I carried on until I was kissing him passionately. Alex backed away and told me it wasn't right, saying he was my uncle and he'd only be taking advantage of my emotional state.
It was that last part I thought about in his guest bedroom later as I lay in bed. He'd said, he'd only be taking advantage of me. In other words, if I wasn't upset, he'd possibly see me as a woman he'd be attracted to. Thinking about it for a long time, I got out of bed, slipped off the t shirt he'd borrowed me and lowered my panties to the floor. Opening the bedroom door, I walked the forty paces to his bedroom door, opened it and saw a tall, muscular man called Uncle Alex lying naked on his bed. His cock was flaccid and lay to one side. His face was turned away from me, but I could hear him gently breathing in a deep sleep. Crossing to the bed, I sat by him, leaned over and in one motion took his flaccid cock into my hands, lowered my body, then let his cock slip into my mouth.
I'd been slowly sucking on his cock for about a minute, when I felt his hands take hold of my head gently. He pulled me up and said "This is wrong, you shouldn't be" But before he could finish what he was saying, I lowered myself again and took in more of his thick veiny cock. His cock reacted and within less than a minute had become totally erect. Gently holding his large balls, I squeezed a little and took as much as I could of his long thick manhood.
When Alex took hold of my head again, it wasn't to pull me off of him, it was to hold it to set the rhythm of him fucking my mouth. There was no forcing, just a gentle pressure to ensure I sucked his cock the way he liked it. Every vein in his cock felt divine in my mouth, as did his massive cock head. When I heard Alex's breathing later, I knew he was on the verge of cumming. Moving my hands beneath his ass, I pulled him further down my throat, letting Alex know it was fine for him to cum in my mouth.
Then all of a sudden Alex stopped. He quickly moved us around so his face was between my legs. Apologizing to me, he said it wasn't "Gentlemanly" to let only him have the enjoyment. No sooner than I'd taken his cock back into my mouth, I felt his hot breath on the inside of my thighs, then felt his warm wet tongue slide up between my labia's and on to my clitoris.
It was the first time in years I felt totally relaxed during sex and I came instantly. My orgasm was so surprising, I didn't have time to stop myself from shaking, and with my body convulsing I took Alex's cock all the way to the base, down my throat. It was that, that had Alex's cock explode in my mouth. His semen just kept on flooding down my throat as he fucked me orally. It was to me the most beautiful sexual encounter I'd ever had and I also felt if I wasn't being silly, loved.
Myself and Alex lay there talking about nothing, with my head on his massive chest. He didn't mention Callum once, but talked about things that lovers say to each other after sex. Turning my head up, he kissed me just as passionately as I'd kissed him earlier. I responded and felt for the first time in a very long time, wanted for being me, for being the attractive young woman I am, and not just a fuck tool.
Asking me if I'd sleep with him, he got in behind me when I said yes and I could feel his hard cock shaft pressing on my lower back. Turning my head a little, I asked my uncle if he would enter me. The feeling of his cock sliding inside my body was so perfect, I cried silently, letting tears flow as Alex slowly and gently fucked me from behind. His huge arms circled me, making me feel safe, making feel loved and making our lovemaking close and beautiful.
I don't know for how long we had sex. I didn't care to imagine him not in my body. It was a very slow deep penetration of my pussy, that I had some of the longest most intensive orgasms I'd ever had. And they just kept on cumming (Pun intended).
Moving me so I was lay back to his chest, Alex carried on fucking me, building up his rhythm until I knew he was going to cum. Putting my head next to his, I whispered to him to cum inside me. Moments later that's just what he did and I couldn't have been happier.
I stayed with Alex for two days. Each day we made love and I learned just how wonderful Alex was at pleasuring me. Callum rang my mobile countless times, but I ignored him. Then we both heard Callum's voice outside Alex's apartment. Alex made his excses to me, got himself ready and walked out.
He walked back in again about an hour and a half an hour later. There was a slight graze on his arm, but that was it. Alex smiled at me, said he was sorry for being so long, but he had to make things ok for me. Callum, I believe moved away, or was moved away the following day. His family made some noises about him being "Not well", but that's all it was. They knew just what he was like, and in some ways they were more supportive than my own.
I've not heard from him since that day, and never ever want to either. I now live with Alex as lovers, partners and as total equals. It's been a long learning curve for me, one I admit, I wasn't all innocent in. But in no way did I deserve Callum and his moronic ways. Alex might be fourteen years older than me, but to me and us, It might as well be nothing. That's because I love my uncle, my Alex, in every way possible.