Did u have sex, including oral, at 16, with ur uncle, Mrs Stater?

Mrs Stater, it says, on the web, that you grew up in a house with TWO unmarried uncles.  Is this true, Mrs Stater?

It further says, Mrs Stater, that, at 16 you were having FULL SEXUAL INTERCOURSE and ORAL SEX with the 40 something, younger uncle who, apparently, Mrs Stater had an interest in naked girls and carried porn mags around in his pocket.

Is there any truth in this or is it that you stopped short of sexual intercourse, letting him only watch you getting changed in your bedroom or looking at you as you had a bath, before, during and after proceedings.

Your uncle MUST have had some sexual interest in YOU, Mrs Stater, surely, as well as the girls in his dirty mags...

She was 15 years and 11 months when she caught him with his cock out.

Her mother's two merchant seamen brothers had never married and, when on leave, they lived with them.  Some of the neighbours in the benighted Brethren presbyterian coastal fishing town made whispered observations among themselves.

It was a rum do, right enough.  Was Jan's mother entirely unaware of the rumours?  Jan was the only girl in the household AND there was the ten-years-older daftie brother on the go in there too. 

Jan was on the change.  Nice girls 'didn't' in the narrow lives of the Fifth Years at the town High School in 1971.  That didn't stop them TALKING about it though, did it?

Some of the girls who were destined to peel prawns in the fish factories were bolder and somewhat more experimental.  Some of them had actually let boys fuck them.  Most of them had heavy-petted.

They were not shy in lording it over their sexually-less-bold confederates, those planning professional careers, who didn't want to get themselves a reputation.

Jan had listened, in awe, as Mary 'Sneckers' Smith had described giving a lad a wank.  Mary had talked about the size of the thing and how hard it had been.  She'd talked about how it got all shiny at the top bit, how it had turned deep purple and satin-smooth just before it spat.

She'd talked about how the white stuff smelled a bit like the fresh prawns coming in by the basket load off the trawlers lined up at the quay outside the fish factory where both she and Jan had part-time jobs.

Standing on the edge of the crowd, Jan felt her black horn-rimmed glasses steam up at the thoughts which Mary's story brought rushing into her mind.  She also felt her knickers going damp.

Uncle Willie was home for his six leave weeks.  He was her favourite and he spoiled her.  Willie was a forty-something, ordinary kind of easy-going, North Eastern Scots bloke.  Dark-haired, stocky and athletic, tanned from his ocean sea-going, he was quite an attractive chap.

He was no queer.

He'd been engaged as a young man and, with his prospects, would have been seen as a catch.  Jan only knew that the girl had broken-off the engagement and returned the ring which lay in a drawer in his room thereafter and, as it would transpire, for the rest of his life. 

Often as a child, she would be allowed to rummage through his souvenirs of a life at sea.  Many a time she would find the ring and take it in her fingers and look and it, wondering, even as a child, about its mystery.  Sometimes she put the ring on her own fingers as if to test it.  It was, of course, always too big.

At nearly 16 she was not too old to be treated upon a merchant seaman's return.  Her own father was at sea.  It was a way of life for most of the families in her town.  When the boat came in there would be gifts and tokens.

When Willie had breezed in this time, pissed-rotten as usual but entirely good-natured, he'd remembered to tell his niece to get a little something from Amsterdam out of his jacket pocket.

Jan was always given something from the major world cities which the uncles voyaged round as the years went by. 

Jan did as she was bid and went into the hallway and reached up into Willie's jacket pocket.  She could feel a packet of some sort, a kind of tube, in the first one she went for.  Would that be it?

Jan took out the heavyish tube to find a rolled-up, glossy magazine of some kind in her hand.

She let it uncurl. 

Jan did not read Dutch but, then again, she didn't need to.  A blonde 20 year old, naked, flat on her back, legs spread, knees raised with a muscled black man poking his HUGE cock up her fanny was in a kind of universal language, after all. 

Jan gasped at what she was looking at.  She felt her nipples stiffen instantly and her little white cotton panties were soaked in seconds.

Jan had NEVER seen a photograph of actual, penetrative sexual intercourse ever BEFORE.  She had NEVER seen a black man fucking a white girl EVER in her life before either. 

She was quivering, her heart thumping, as she listened to make sure that her mother was busy in the kitchen, humouring the drunken sailor.  Jan made a quick decision to steal a quick look now, while she could. 

Later, when he'd fallen into an alchohol-dulled sleep she could come back for the magazine and take a proper look. 

She nipped her lower lip with her top teeth as she opened the magazine and flicked through the contents.  WOW!

On every page women were having sex with men.  Full sex.  Close-up sex.  Real sex.  Jan couldn't take it all in.  It was a sexual dream come true. 

Just as she decided she was chancing her luck and just before she faced the embarrassment of being caught by her mam, red-handed, she spotted the last picture.

The naked, blonde white girl was on her knees on a bed and the black man, standing, had his massive black cock poked RIGHT in her mouth. 

Jan was overwhelmed.  She'd NEVER seen the like. 

Fanny-streaming, she rolled the magazine up and put it back in the jacket pocket.

Quickly she checked the other side.  There.  It felt like a small box.  She took out the little brown paper bag and went into the kitchen, innocence in a-line-skirted white knee socks and little black court shoes. 

She was drunkenly, but genuinely, gifted the little delft blue silver charm bracelet and matching silver pendant with delft blue insert. 

Jan smiled her gratitude at her favourite uncle.  Her mother squeezed the hand of her favourite brother.

Uncle Willie would shortly drink himself into oblivion, be guided by his sister to a bed and would sleep it off until late the next day.

Jan sipped her tea and listened to the light, kindly nonsense of the sailor home from the sea.

Later that night, as she lay abed in the privacy of her own bedroom, she would go through the magazine page-by-page and cover-to-cover.

She would pleasure herself, repeatedly, way past her normal eleven o'clock bedtime.

Jan's first-ever huge and overwhelming WHOLE BODY ORGASM would send pleasure coursing through her as she stared, awed and mesmerised, at the image of the white girl on her knees, bare tits dangling, fingers in among her own pubes, mouth clamped on the MASSIVE black cock being inserted deep in her gob as she wanked the huge, thick shaft. 

Later, after her mam had gone to bed and had been given time to fall asleep, Jan would sneak downstairs and put the magazine back in Willie's jacket pocket.

If her mam stirred Jan would pretend that she had gone into the kitchen for a glass of water.

Jan made a point of bumping into Sneckers the next day, just before the typing lesson that they both went to.

Jan didn't much like Sneckers and the feeling was mutual.  In a year's time the two would come to blows in the prawn factory after Jan threw a basin of cold water over her, by then, hostile, abusive tormentor who, having been taught a lesson, backed off.

For the moment the two of them had something to talk about though.

'Sneckers, ken 'at cock ye wis wankin' at?  Foo big wis't?  Show mi..wi yir fingers...'

Jan nodded, knowingly, as Sneckers held two fingers, seven inches apart.

'...'n foo thick wis't?'

Sneckers curled her first finger onto her thumb as if to encircle a stout broom handle.  Jan nodded, wistfully.

The two classmates went into the room and pulled the typewriters up and out of the folding wooden desks at which they practised building up their speed and accuracy. 

Jan was already doing 80 words per minute and her target was 90.  Sneckers was managing 20 words per minute and her target was set at 25. 

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