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Subject: {ASSM} A Man Has Needs (Chapter 1)
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A Man Has Needs (Chapter 1)
 
    That is what my aunt Georgie  told me when I came to live with her 
husband and her.  I was barely a  teenager when my parents were killed in a care 
crash and the courts sent me to  my father's sister.
    A quick lesson that I learned in  short months.  I could hear my aunt 
moaning away and the grunting  and  groaning of her husband at night, many 
nights.  And when I knocked at her  door and asked her if everthing was okay.  
She answered, "a man has needs  and it is a woman's job to satisfy them."  
The full importance of that statement didn't really sink  into my mind 
until I learned about those needs in a Sex Education class at  school.  I feel 
the heat in my cheeks as I realized the meaning of the  phrase and was 
thankful it was during the playing of a video that required  lights out in the 
class.
    The video didn't tell me quite  what that meaning was, as much as the 
boy behind me whispering loud enough for  us girls to hear and the snickering 
that filled the room.  His whispers  didn't stop with the sound of the 
teacher's voice threatening detention.   Instead of an "Irish whisper," it 
became a personal one as he learned forward on  his desk and spoke for my ears 
only.
    I am sure it wasn't because I  was pretty or sexy; but more because I 
was convenient.  A lot of farm  country here and boys and girls often learn 
more then they should quickly.   The boy's comments making me blush and at 
the same time giving me ideas as to  what sex is about.  As the video ended, 
he whispered in my ear that once  you learned something, you should practice 
what you learn.  I just wasn't  sure if he was "goshing me" some more or 
serious.  Either way I made sure  to sit with a girl friend on the school bus 
ride home.
    Did I mention that I live on a  farm now, the family farm passed down 
for generations I guess.  My  parents and I had lived hundreds of miles away 
and wanted no part of the  farm and rarely visited it.  As far as I could 
figure out was that it had  to do with family traditions and they didn't want 
to be part of  it.
    It was a fairly normal first  year getting use to being a ward of my 
aunt and her husband.  Just they  were very noisy and sometimes open about 
their "playing" a.k.a. sex.  I  learned just as much watching them as I did in 
that class and maybe more then I  wanted.
    Even though my parents had not  visited the old farmstead often, only a 
couple of times that I can remember, a  number of other relatives visited 
at time and it was when they would visit that  I observed that my aunt seemed 
to be very friendly with some of the male  relations.  I was scared that my 
uncle would notice and that there would be  trouble.  At least she wasn't 
overly friendly with the ones that brought a  wife or girl friend with them 
to the house.
    The farm was no longer a true  working farm as many of the pastures lay 
fallow and not much livestock was  raised.  The person that held the farm 
was the center of our family as they  were actually quite well off with the 
trust fund that paid a handsome  stipend.  The one clause was that family 
must always be welcome and that it  continues to exist as a farm.  Whew.  I 
hope I explained that  properly.
    The truth be known, the farm was  truly an estate with the house and 
buildings and property.  The family was  rich.  Enough said.  
    After I turned fifteen is when I  began to learn more about my family 
and the family tradition.  My aunt  became pregnant, imagine that with all 
the "playing" she did around the house  all hours of the day.  The pregnancy 
didn't curtail her active lifestyle of  sex till she was in her third 
trimester and she was carrying big.
    My aunt was back then a dark  haired woman of medium height and build.  
Nothing overtly sexy about her  body, such as big boobs; but she did dress 
a little risque in whatever she  wore.  Tight revealing outfits no matter if 
she was wearing a cutoff shorts  and a tank top or a short dress with a low 
scooped neckline.  You could see  the curves and a lot of flesh, and that 
is a guarantee.
    However, with her being so big,  she sort of just shifted to moo moos.  
For those who don't know what they  look like, they are a loose dress that 
do very little for flattering a figure;  but are comfortable.
    Now me at fifteen, I am wearing  long dark hair and hazel eyed with 
glasses.  Tall and gangly.   My  curves haven't evolved yet,  just some soft 
swells and big nipples  where my breasts should be and a slight curve to my 
hips and ass.  I  pretended that my girlish body didn't bother me; but it did 
as I saw other girls  my age, getting much more then bumps on their chest's 
and a rounding of hips and  ass that filled their jeans and dresses nicely.
    Anyway, my aunt and uncle were  having bitchy times as she was actually 
pushing him off of her and finding  excuses not to spend time in the 
bedroom with him.  Finally as she was  uncomfortable with the load she was 
carrying and not her usual self, she asked  me to talk with her and she would 
explain about the family  tradition.
    First explaining that women  should be submissive to a man in all 
things.  That is there duty, read it  in the Bible.  The she explains that the 
farm has always been the center of  the family community since it was 
established back in the late sixteen  hundreds.  That amazed me that we could trace 
our family back that  far.  She also said that as a family all are always 
welcome to this  homestead no matter where they wander and move away to live.  
They are  always to be welcomed and given food to eat a place to stay and  
comfort.
    Seeing her a little nervous as I  really haven't seen her before as she 
continues.  You understand that  basically it means everything is shared 
under this roof as best it can be.   Relatives are not relatives when they 
visit; they are family and as such are  given what is needed to make them 
totally comfortable.  
    Her hands clutching her big  belly, as she looks at me and then leans 
forward reaching for my hands.  I  reach out to her and she takes my hands 
and places them in her lap as best she  can.
    "Patrice, I know your parents  didn't want you to come or be at this 
family home, especially now as you are  older.  The traditions of our family 
might be difficult for others to  understand.  In truth, many would say they 
are not moral in some  respects.  We are a matriarchal family in that the 
farm is always passed on  to a woman of our family."
    "However, the men of the family  are shown the deepest respect and we 
women are expected to take care of their  every need.  I am sure you have 
seen how I take care of Uncle Johnny in so  many ways and this pregnancy has 
made it difficult for me to.............satisfy  his needs.  You see Patrice, 
a man has needs and it is our responsibility,  our duty to satisfy those 
needs, whatever they happen to be."
    "I have willing kept up the  tradition of this house and done all I can 
to satisfy the needs of the men who  live and visit here.  Do you 
understand what I am saying Patrice?'  
    Her look of concern and my slow  comprehension of her words leading her 
to be more explicit.
    "Patrice, we have not had this  talk, about sex and maybe I should have 
sooner explained about some things you  should know.  You my dear, I need 
you to step in and take my place in this  tradition of the house.  I need you 
to help Uncle Johnny and I will help  you along and watch over you."
    My eyes slowly registering what  she might be saying and feeling my 
heart beating faster and a fear growing in my  mind.
    My aunt continuing, "you need to  help satisfy my husband as 
generations have done in the past."
    "The actual tradition that your  parents were afraid of is that a 
single woman living in the house is expected to  take care of the needs, sexual 
needs of any man who comes to visit or stays  here.  The exception is that a 
married man with his wife or a man with his  girl friend should not need the 
comfort of a woman other then his own."   Her words spilling out faster and 
my mind slowly assimilating what she is  saying.  Then my mouth falling 
open as I finally understand.
    My voice trembling as I ask,  "when am I suppose to comfort these men?" 
 Afraid to ask the actual  question of how, as I have a vague idea of what 
that entails
    "I am sorry Patrice; but as soon  as you have your first period you 
become eligible to help out."  The fact  that I had my first period a few 
months back and my realization that she means  right now.
    "We haven't had a visitor as you  well know, so I have not pushed the 
point; but it is now time for you to do your  duty as a woman of our family.  
I will take you to town and we will get you  fixed up with birth control."
    Seeing almost a sad smile on her  face,  "I need you to begin right now 
Patrice, I will instruct you; but you  need to take care of the needs of 
Uncle Johnny."
    Feeling a flush and fear  gripping my body as I hear her words and my 
mind pictures me doing something  with that man.
    Nodding my head dumbly as I  don't know what words to respond with as I 
wait for all of this to sink  in.  Feeling tears welling in my eyes as I 
sit with my hands held by my  aunt who is not only my guardian; but she is my 
closest family.
    Not totally sure what I am  suppose to do at this point.  My aunt's 
voice soft but commanding as she  calls her husband into the room.  My eyes not 
raising to look at him as he  stands near his wife and she explains to him 
the ground rules with me as her  stand in.
    I can feel my legs trembling and  knees striking each other as I 
listen.  My whole body beginning to tremble  now.  The tears still slipping down 
my cheeks as I wait for my aunt to  finish.
    Her words telling Johnny that I  will be a substitute for aunt Georgie 
and that Georgie will be here to instruct  me on what to do and how to do 
it.  And for now I will just be using my  hands and mouth.  Feeling shock as 
she mentions my mouth and remembering  the video and the section about oral 
sex.
    "Patrice, I want you to kneel  down in front of Johnny and undo his 
pants and let them fall to the  floor."  My hands trembling as I reach forward 
and trying to sniff back my  tears as I touch the belt and undo it and then 
unbutton his waist and pull down  his zipper.  My breathing loud and ragged 
as i sniffle in between breaths  and feel like I need to pee.
    Johnny reaching down to push  down his pants and then his shorts to 
expose what for me is a shock as it is the  first male penis that I have seen 
that is erect and hard.  Feeling the  waggle of the hard on against my cheek 
and nearly jumping to avoid the warm  flesh.
    After the sex education class my  girl friend and I did google and 
watch some disgusting videos of people doing  it.  Still I wasn't ready for a 
hard and in my face cock.
    "Go ahead and touch it with your  fingers.  Rub up and down."  My small 
slender fingers grasping  partially around the warm pulsing flesh and 
awkwardly jerking them up the shaft,  leaning back as I slide them back down and 
then up again.
    My aunt instructing me on how to  jerk a man's cock and not be afraid 
and how gently to touch it and his hairy  balls.  My uncle impatient as I am 
very awkward at playing with his thing  and scared it is going to bite me or 
something as I look at the little slit  opening and closing.
    I so need to pee as I kneel and  feel the hardwood floor and my knees 
are aching with a little pain.  My  hands sweaty and losing my grip as he 
takes the base of his cock and shows me  how jerk it properly, the way he 
likes.  
    I still haven't looked him or my  aunt in the face since touching this 
engorged penis.  My cheeks are bright  red and burning as he milks out a 
drop of clear liquid onto the mushroom shaped  head of his cock.  His thumb pad 
rubbing the drop into a liquid sheen on  the pulpy cap. Then another drop 
leaking from the narrow tube.  My aunt  taking my hand and using it to rub 
the moisture into the cock.  Feeling how  slick it is under my finger as I try 
not to press too hard and I look at my  fingers and then the shaft, seeing 
veiny bulging along the  length.
    My fingers now directed to touch  the hairy sack and the tight knot of 
flesh resting against my palm, threatening  to spill over the sides of the 
open hand.  Slowly folding my fingers up and  rubbing them on the sack and 
feeling the two orbs nestled in the meaty  sack.  Warned a couple of times by 
my aunt and uncle not to squeeze too  hard as they are very sensitive.  
    That was the easy part as now I  am instructed to lick around the head 
of the cock with my tongue.   Grimacing as I feel the moisture on my tongue 
and wondering if that is sperm  that they are having me lick .  The crown is 
soft and feels velvety as  my tongue flaps around and touches the warm 
flesh and then lick down the  underside of the shaft and around the edges.
    My uncle slapping my cheek with  his cock a few times with a wet sound 
till my aunt tells him to stop.   Afraid that I have done something wrong to 
make him hit me with his penis.   Then licking around the head again and 
feeling him pushing the fat knob against  my lips.  "Open up Patrice and don't 
bite."  My aunt's soft voice  cajoling me to let the warm slick cock head 
push against my open mouth and then  eyes going wide as it fills my mouth and 
presses my cheek.
    Trying to sit back, to escape  the fat head; but feeling my aunt's hand 
on my back keeping me from pulling  away and hearing her direct her husband 
to gently push his cock into my mouth  and pull back.  Not too deep, 
slower, faster, shallower, deeper.   Hearing her commands and kneeling as he fucks 
my mouth and uses my cheeks to rub  his cock against.
    Afraid that it is going to spit  into my mouth and choke me as the head 
is fat and my lips are sore trying to  hold them around it.  Closing my 
eyes as I groan and feel his strokes  becoming faster and not complying to my 
aunt's instructions.  Then gagging  as he pushes it against my throat and 
pulls my head hard into his groin.   His pubic hair scratchy and the groin 
itself smelling of urine and  something else I can't identify.  My aunt's hands 
lifting up my shirt and  pulling it off of my head as I am free of the cock 
for a moment and then her  fingers deftly undoing my training bra and 
freeing the small bumps of my  breasts.  Being free from that contraction actually 
feeling good, till the  cock is thrust back into my mouth.
    My hands reaching to his  thighs and feeling the coarse hair covering 
them as I brace my arms to push my  head off of his cock.   His groans loud 
now as he is using short  strokes to fuck my mouth and then the warm thick 
cream is shooting from the  tip of his cock, coating my mouth and throat with 
a thick gooey glob of  sperm.  Finally pushing myself off of his cock to be 
rewarded with the next  eruption of sperm and feeling the warm string of 
cream as it spirals out and  hanging on my cheeks as I close my eyes.  Then 
feeling another string on my  chin and hanging there as it lengthening and 
thins and touches my  chest.
    The laugher of my uncle of he  shoots another and another jet of seed 
onto my face and chest and then feeling  droplets of cum on my neck and chest 
as he milks the head of his cock.  His  grunt of satisfaction causing me to 
open my eyes and find a string of white  hanging from my eyebrow to chin as 
I look fearfully at the still engorged cock  now slick with seed and a drop 
bubbling out of the slit as he continues to milk  his testicles.
    My aunt wiping away the strands  from my face and licking her fingers 
of the white goo and then feeding a strand  to me and making me lick her 
fingers clean.  "Now to finish, you need to  lick his cock clean and kiss the 
tip and thank him nicely for his  gift."
    Looking up to my aunt finally  and then turning to her husband and 
leaning over and licking at his cock head  and tasting his seed as I work over 
and around it.  "Good girl, my aunt's  words making think I have done good."
    Looking at the dark red plum and  kissing the tip of it with my lips 
and then whispering, "thank you for your  gift."  My body shaking as I kneel, 
not knowing what to do  next.
    My aunt's hand stroking my hair  back, "you did real good Patrice and 
will be better at it next time.  You  may go and clean up, don't forget your 
shirt and bra."
    Feeling a flush of heat as I  stand and trying not to touch my uncle, 
skirt around him to the bathroom and  close the door behind me.
    After a long minute looking into  the mirror at the girl and seeing my 
bright red face and the moisture still on  my cheeks and chin, then lowering 
my eyes to my chest and seeing the string of  cum and drops of pearly white 
seed still beaded as if some big white heads are  oozing.
    My hands grasping the sink as I  feel my whole body shake.    Closing 
my eyes and reliving the  episode in my mind and then opening them again and 
my eyes going to my chest and  realizing that my big nipples are swollen and 
hard to the touch as I rub a  fingernail over the sensitive flesh.
    My legs going weak at the  eruptions of sensation that radiates from my 
nipple to my core.  A soft  moan escaping my lips and realizing that even 
without touching myself I am  feeling pleasure.  I have already learned how 
nice it is to touch my  nipples and play with my  hairless pussy and my 
special button. But  this time my nipples are hard without being touched and I 
can feel the wetness  between my legs even with my jeans and panties covering.
    Curious as I wipe my fingers  over the cool string of white and lick it 
from the fingers and then the droplets  on my chest and tasting the seed as 
I run water and wash my chest and  face.  My nipples aching as I dry myself 
and slip my bra and shirt back  onto my body and notice the slight dimpling 
of my shirt in front from the hard  nipples rubbing on the bra lining.  My 
chest aching pleasurably as I  quietly open the bathroom door and quickly 
and quietly find my room and think on  the past few minutes.
    Once you have begun you can't  stop the tide, as Uncle Johnny had my 
mouth twice more that day, once with Aunt  Georgie present and the next time 
without her around and he became more  demanding and it was rougher.  I was 
shocked when he demanded I suck him  before me and Aunt Georgie went to 
church and thought for sure everyone would  see my guilt.  I knew it was wrong; 
but what could I do.  I needed a  place to live and family and Aunt Geoergie 
was good to me.  I was just  helping out to earn my room and board.
    This man is insatiable it seems,  as he is wanting a blow job at least 
three times a day and that is only because  I am at school for part of the 
day and he is working doing whatever he does  around the farm.  That lasted 
for a few days with my aunt not supervising  and Johnny just bursting into my 
room in the morning or before he goes to bed to  have the "edge taken off."
    The fourth day is when he needed  more then the "edge taken off" and 
with my aunt away shopping he was waiting for  me when I got home from school. 
 He lead me into my bedroom and had me  strip and then suck his cock.  He 
liked to strip and lay back and have me  bending over his cock while he 
fiddling with my nipples and touched my  pussy.  I found it somewhat distracting; 
however my nipples did stiffen and  I could feel a wetness in my pussy 
sometimes.
    That day he was nice and slick  and hard and then he told me to lay on 
my back and he knelt between my legs and  announced, "I am going to make you 
a woman today girl."
    "No, please Aunt Georgie didn't  say it yet and I have no birth 
control."  My protests were in vain as he  told me you can't get pregnant the first 
time you have sex.  He rubbed his  cock up and down my lower lips and 
sucked on my nipple as he pressed the head to  my opening and pushing my legs 
apart, forced it into my pussy.  It felt so  big and uncomfortable as he 
pushed, grunting as I felt a twinge of pain and then  he was shoving it deeper.  
My vagina felt stretched around his knobby cock  head and the shaft. 
    I was crying again as he lay  down on top of me, his breath not 
pleasant and his body sweaty from whatever he  had done that day.  His pubic hair 
scratchy on my pubes as he just lay  there with his cock filling my insides.
    My nipples rubbing on his bare  skin and feeling some pleasure as he 
shifted against them.  His hand  turning my face to look at him, "you like 
that feeling, don't you gal?"  It  wasn't unpleasant just a little 
uncomfortable and I was scared that he would cum  inside of me.
    Then he pushed himself up on his  elbows and started moving his hips 
and I could feel his cock moving back and  forth inside of me.  Just a little 
soreness as he pumped slowly at first  and then he sped up his grinding and 
his groaning and moaning sounded like when  he was with Aunt Georgia.  My 
bed rocking and banging against the wall as  he became more fervish and I 
could feel his cock head swell, or at least I think  I could and he shot is load 
of seed deep in my virgin cunt.  I guess that  what you call it after it 
has been fucked.
    A few more jerks of his body and  he pulled out of my tunnel and 
pulling me up, bent my face over his wilting cock  and had me suck it clean with 
tongue and lips.  I could taste his sperm as  a little more bubbled out of 
the slit and I could taste my cunt on his cock head  and shaft.
    "Thank you for fucking me Uncle  Johnny," as I kiss the head of his 
cock.  The man just up and leaving me on  my bed and walking out no word.  A 
puddle of his sperm between my legs and  wetting my ass cheeks as it soaks 
into my bedding.
    My hand reaching to touch the  tenderness of my labia and swipe at my 
opening and looking at the hand as I  bring it back to see if I am bleeding.  
Not blood as I stand up and throw  on a robe and pad to the bathroom to 
take a shower and try to flush out my body  from his seed.
    I am surprised that I am not  crying as I am scared as hell at the 
prospect of being a teenage mother.   Walking back to my room and trying to 
decide what to do as I sit with more  of the sperm leaking again from my pussy.  
My finger idly playing with my  tender cunt lips and thinking it really 
wasn't such a bad encounter, other then  I don't have birth control and he will 
be back regular now to do it again and  again.
    Finally working up the nerve to  tell my aunt when she got home and 
seeing her a bit angry, "I told him I would  let him know when it was okay, the 
bastard."  Then taking me with her to  the drug store where she purchased a 
couple of day after pills and a box of  condoms.  She didn't need me with 
her, just didn't want to leave me with my  uncle.
    Her next move was to set up for  me to see a Doctor and get a 
prescription for birth control pills.  A  little argument about fucking me without 
her permission and then it was over and  he took me up to my room and fucked 
me again, this time complaining about having  to wear a rubber.  Needless to 
say that box of condoms did not last long as  I became his regular fuck at 
least a couple of times a day, usually a suck or  fuck before school and 
sometimes one when I got home and often one at  night.
    My birth control pills couldn't  be here soon enough as he used up 
another box of condoms before he could do it  "bareback" as he called it, again. 
 My bed was becoming a soggy and damp  place to sleep and now had a lovely 
stain on the mattress  underneath.
    That was my introduction to the  family tradition and "a man having 
needs."
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
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