I have total recall of the time and events leading up to the loss of my virginity. I suspect that most folks, of both genders, have the same. I realize now how naive I had been. I was a ripe cherry ready for picking by an older man, a charming mature man, in fact the father of my best friend. Was I a daughter substitute? Possibly, though I am sure he had his way with me, when I had just turned sixteen, because of who I was rather than whom he wanted me to be.
Pat Bond and I had been friends ever since we were toddlers and went through school together. In the early years we lived a couple of doors apart until my parents moved to a new address that remained in the school catchment area. As Pat and I got older we would have sleepovers at each others homes, the distance involved meant that one of the daddies drove the visiting girl home the following morning; usually a Sunday.
Pat and I shared the same bed. In the weeks leading up to my deflowering, Mr. Bond had started to tuck us in at night leaving us with a soft kiss on the lips. My daddy kissed me on the forehead. Pat's father also glanced at the twin peaks pushing out our nighties. I had a more advanced development than Pat. He had also tried to walk into the bathroom when Pat and I were showering together. However, the door was locked; he shouted 'sorry' as he walked away. It did not occur to me at the time, but he must have heard the water splashing and our giggling as we compared pubic hair.
He fitted my seat belt and started up the car. The roads are quiet on a Sunday and the sleek Jaguar had been rolling along at a sedate pace when he asked me a question.
'What are the boys like at school, Jenny?'
His question had taken me by surprise. 'Well...they are horrible,' I answered hesitatingly.
'In what way are they horrible?'
I wasn't sure how to answer. Had he asked Pat the same question? What had she said? 'They just are, cheeky and rude.'
'How are they cheeky and rude?' His eyes were on the road, a small smile enhanced his handsome face.
'They swear a lot, using bad language; that sort of thing.'
'What sort of things do they say too you?'
I was a little timid in answering but knew I would have to say something. 'They say things like, "bloody" and "bugger" and use four letter words.
'What four letter words are those Jenny?' There was a chuckle in his voice.
'I couldn't repeat them Mr. Bond, daddy would be very angry.'
'I would not tell your daddy. Anything you say to me would be our secret. I would like to think you could tell me anything that you would not want your daddy to hear, and talk to me about anything that might be troubling you.'
'Thank you Mr. Bond, you are very kind.' I decided to be honest to a certain extent. 'One word they use a lot is..."fuck". I blushed furiously when he turned to look at me with his soft grey eyes.
He chuckled, 'That is naughty of them, Jenny. Do you know what they mean by that?'
'I think so.' Of course, I new very well, as did his daughter. Had he had the same conversation with her? What had she told him? It was no good me playing the innocent if she had told him otherwise. 'I think it means when a boy sticks his thing in a girl.' I blushed again.
'That's right Jenny. It is a slang term for sexual intercourse. When a man's penis is pushed into a girls vagina and thrust backwards and forwards giving each other wonderful pleasure. I was no different to your schoolmates. I was a horrible boy at school when I was your age,' he paused, 'always swearing and asking girls to let me fuck them.'
He was just pulling up outside my house when he shocked me with that statement. I thanked him for the lift and scrambled out feeling a bit dirty. By the time I got to my room I felt differently, he had treated me like an adult instead of a child like daddy.
Mr. Bond had started to include me in his tickling game when he tucked us up for the night. he would kneel on the bed between us, his hands going under our pajama tops tickling our waists and rib cage. We twisted and squirmed, giggling as we tried to escape his pleasuring fingers. Sometimes his palm accidentally brushed my nipple. Sometimes he went for our hip bones and we had to hang on to our pajama bottoms to stop them moving low enough to expose our bush of pubic hair.
My daddy wasn't so much fun. His attitude had become dour since mummy had died in that road accident. Perhaps I could
talk to Mr. Bond about somethings better than I could with daddy.
Two weeks later my daddy was staying out overnight so I slept over at Pat's on the Friday and Saturday. There was nothing unusual in that, it happened quite often. Pat suggested he had a girl friend. I wasn't sure, I had been having double sleepovers when mummy was alive. I would know if there was another female in his life.
Pat and I had showered and were lying side by side looking forward to her father's attack when Pat whispered to me, 'are you OK with daddy tickling us like he does? I mean...he sometimes sort of touches my titties.'
'Mine too,' I replied, 'but I don't mind at all really. He is much more fun than my daddy. He seems to enjoy making us giggle.'
'Yes he does. As long as you are comfortable with it.'
I was about to ask why I shouldn't be comfortable with things when the door opened. Pat was more aware than I was about the opposite sex. She was prettier than I was and drew more attention from boys, although my larger breasts compensated to some degree. She was also brighter and saw meanings in actions that passed me by.
Mr. Bond closed the door behind him as he always did and approached us grinning. We started giggling in anticipation of his touch. He knelt between us putting his hands on our flat bellies and pushed up our tops to just below our breasts. His fingers tickled our waists and ribs. We giggled and squirmed, trying half heartedly to avoid his delightful and feathery touch. His arms were across us as his fingers moved higher up my rib cage. I felt the palm of his hand make firm contact with my breast and twisted away with a squeak. Pat too twisted away squealing with pleasure, then she twisted the other way pushing her breast into her father's hand. He did not move his hand away. Pat must have felt his palm stroking her nipple. She was looking into his eyes and giggling and moving her breast under his hand. I was a little shocked; it seemed so blatant.
I twisted in the opposite direction and felt his hand on my breast. I squirmed and squeaked thrusting it firmly into his hand. I blushed hotly when I saw Pat looking at me. I looked into her father's eyes, the softness had gone, a steely flintiness glinted there. He lifted his wrist lifting up the hem of my top, he must be able to see my complete tit. He seemed to study my pink nipple with their small areola. I was excited at the attention he was paying to me.
Our eyes met and he smiled at me, I smiled back. He turned his attention to his daughter, raising her top and drinking in her globe. His palm continued to stroke my hard nipple as his fingers continued to tickle my ribs. Pat was giggling and blushing, just as willing as I was to let our tormentor get a look at our charms. Did he give me a little squeeze just then? I must have imagined it. I felt the moisture between my thighs. I had never become damp before without using my own fingers to pleasure myself. His was the first male hand to touch my naked breast. Pat's paroxysms of giggles reach a crescendo, enough for Mr. Bond to turn his attention back to me.
It always surprised me that Mrs. Bond turned a deaf ear to what was going on. Pat had an elder sister and a younger brother neither of whom showed any interest in the romps. Mr. Bond turned his attack to our hips. He pushed down the elasticated waist of my bottoms. They were lower than normal, a few strands of copper pubic hair peeked out. His eyes fell on them. I giggled and squirmed and kicked my legs as his fingers caressed both hip bones. It was usual for me to hang on to the waistband to stop it traveling to low, this time I held his wrists. My bottoms crept lower and lower until I was forced to hang on to them for fear of my slit coming into view. The flinty look was back in his eyes as he gazed at my exposed bush. Pat looked amused, I blushed yet again, she knew I was encouraging him.
My stomach ached with laughter when he turned his attention to his daughter. Pat had to go one better, she didn't stop her father's actions uncovering her slit. She giggled and kick her legs all the while watching the direction of her father's eyes as he admired her fully exposed pubes. She shot a quick glance at me and had the grace to blush.
Mr. Bond tucked us up and kissed us on the lips which lingered longer than normal. I had the urge to crush my lips to his which I resisted. He opened the door and looked back at us as he switched off the lights. 'Night girls. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.'
'What did that mean?' I asked.
'Not sure. He may have meant...well...perhaps we shouldn't play with ourselves.'
We looked at each other then giggled. 'Sod that I have too.' My hand slid under the duvet reaching for my clitoris. Pat soon followed. Our bent knees touched. We were mewing quietly as we stroked our clits.
'This is nice,' said Pat.
'You know what would be nicer?' I replied, 'if we did each other.'
Pat looked at me sharply. 'OK, I'm game if you are.' She commented on how wet I was. It was the first time another person had touched me there, it was so exciting. We both achieved orgasms quickly. We agreed that it didn't make us lesbians. We whispered to each other, giggling, accusing each other of being sluts, and encouraging Mr. Bond to be naughty.
'Did you notice my dad had an erection when he left?' asked Pat.
'No, I didn't. But I'm not surprised, you let him see your pussy.'
'He rarely tickles me when you're not here, so it's you who gave him that erection.'
'Don't be daft,' I said. But I wondered if there was some truth in the statement. Could I give a mature man an erection? My boyfriend gets one on the rare occasions I allow him to squeeze my breast outside my clothes. We eventually drifted off to sleep.
Saturday night followed a similar patten except I let my pussy come into full view. It thrilled me to watch Mr. Bond looking at me. He was the first male to see it. I noticed the bulge in his trousers quite early in the romp. His hands lingered around my breast longer and he did seem to spend more time with his hands on me than his daughter. Pat and I brought each other to orgasm again. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Mr. Bond's finger there.
He fitted my seat belt the following morning, leaning close to me, his aftershave manly, and his smile sweet. The car had hardly left the drive before he quizzed me about school once more.
'Do some of those horrible boys at school try to touch you, Jenny?'
'Do you mean touch me in naughty places, places where they shouldn't Mr. Bond?' I was being economical with the truth and trying to sound more innocent than I was. Everything I knew or did would apply to Pat by association.
'Yes, that is exactly what I mean. We are good friends, Jenny, there is no need to be so formal, call me Uncle Simon. After all you are a young woman now.'
'Thank you Uncle Simon.' I felt strangely pleased and quite grown up.
He hesitated, 'Well, do they touch you Jenny? I expect they do.'
'They try to Uncle Simon. They are always trying to squeeze my breasts.' I felt comfortable admitting it to my confessor.
'I'm not surprised Jenny. You have really beautiful breasts.' he gave me a smile. 'Do they succeed?'
'Sometimes. They take you by surprise, but not often.'
'Do they grope Pat as well?'
'They do it to all the girls, but they end up with a clout around the ear,'
He laughed out loud at that remark. 'I've had a few clips around the ear myself in my time, but it was always worth it.' He drove quite slowly and traveled a few more yards before asking, 'Do they touch you anywhere else?'
'Well...some try to stick their hands up your skirt, but they are never quick enough.' I blushed hotly, a part of which was because I had just told a bit of a fib. The "pussy pouncers" take you by surprise too.
'Surely there is the odd boy you don't mind touching you quite so much, boys you like?'
'I suppose there are, but you have to put up a bit of a fight or you get a reputation.' It was only three weeks ago that three boys had molested Pat. Two held her arms and gave her tits a good feel while the third got his hand up her skirt. She struggled a bit, but she did like the boy who had his hand inside her knickers, which is why I did little to intervene but just stood there watching, feeling a little envious. The boy's fingers were wet when he removed his hand. Only Pat had touched my pussy so far but my boyfriend was getting more demanding and impatient.
As if reading my mind, he said, 'What about your boyfriend? A pretty girl like you, with such a good figure, must have a boyfriend.' He smiled encouragingly and patted my thigh.
'Yes I have a boyfriend...sort of. But I don't love him or anything yucky like that. We do kiss. You wont tell daddy will you Uncle Simon?'
'Of course not. I've told you anything you tell me is in strictest confidence, and I mean it.'
'Thank you Uncle Simon. I don't think daddy would understand.'
'I think he would. He was your age once. What is your boyfriend's name?'
'Nigel,' I answered, 'he's a year older than me.' Uncle Simon seemed to be driving slower than ever.
'Surely you must let Nigel touch you in naughty places? Well of course you do, thats only natural'.
I glanced sideways, he gave me a lovely smile, patted my thigh then squeezed it. 'Sometimes I do, but only my breasts, and not for long. He gets annoyed when I stop him.'
'Well done, Jenny, you should be the boss. Your lovely body is not a toy to be played with unless you want it to be, and only if he gives you pleasure doing it.'
'What do you mean, Uncle Simon?'
'The way he touches you can make all the difference to the amount of pleasure you receive. What I mean is, if he just squeezes your nice breasts like a sponge, that is bad. He should stroke them, play with your lovely nipples, kiss and lick them, even suck on them. Does he do that to you, Jenny?'
'No, he just squeezes. Too hard sometimes. I don't let him put his hands inside my clothes.' I was getting excited talking to Uncle Simon on adult matters. I felt some dampness forming between my legs.
'You should insist on Nigel doing things properly, Jenny, you deserve that. A fantastic girl like you deserves at least
that. You are entitled to all the pleasure you can get. You are only young once. It's his inexperience that's the problem.'
'I don't know whether I can make him, Uncle Simon, I have no experience myself...if you know what I mean.' The car turned down a different route to my home; not the most direct.
'There are two ways you can solve that, Jenny. You can tell him what you do and do not enjoy as he does it to you, or,' here he hesitated, 'you can learn from a more experienced person and then pass on your knowledge. The first takes time of course, the second way would be of instant benefit.'
'I understand what you mean, Uncle Simon. Wouldn't this new person expect me to be his girlfriend? Nigel can get very jealous if another boy even looks at me.'
'You would have to pick a friend who knows how to keep secrets, young lady. You don't want some guy going around boasting he's given you a great time and ruining your reputation. It will have to be somebody you can trust, someone you know well enough to know they wouldn't expect to be your boyfriend. You do want your intimate moments with Nigel to be wonderful, don't you Jenny?'
'Oh yes, Uncle Simon, I do, I do.' The Jaguar rolled to a smooth stop, off the road in the gates of an abandoned works. "For Rent." and "Leasehold" signs hung off the high brick wall. Across the road a block of offices were deserted, the gates locked and the car park empty. I felt a thrill of excitement tinged with doubt. Uncle Simon cut the engine.
'You have no brothers so perhaps your father could teach you.'
His suggestion was made in all seriousness. 'Daddy!' I exclaimed, 'Even if I had the courage to ask him it would be a waste of time. He's never shown the slightest inkling.' I was about to blurt out that it would be wrong, but remembered that, unlike my father, he had shown a lot of interest in his own daughter. 'He's a none starter.'
'What about uncles? Have you any uncles?'
'None at all...except for you, Uncle Simon.' I trembled slightly.
He gazed out of the windscreen, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as if deep in thought. I could see he had an erection. I had done that. He turned to me and gave me a sweet reassuring smile. 'Tell you what Jenny, as it so important, and you have nobody else to turn to, I would be willing to demonstrate for you. It would be our little secret. Even Pat needn't know.'
'I don't know Uncle Simon. If anybody...'
'Nobody will find out unless you
tell them. It will be for your own good really. You could get so much more pleasure from your meetings with Nigel. He will benefit too, knowing he is giving you so much pleasure. You would enjoy your brief time together so much more.' I heard my seatbelt click and loosen across my chest. His hand stroked my denim clad thigh.
I trembled with emotion and a longing that gave me an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. 'Uncle Simon...can you teach me how to kiss properly?' More economy with the truth. I had been kissing boys for a couple of years.
'Of course Jenny. It will be my pleasure to help you in any way I can.' He realesed his seatbelt and turned to me. He cupped my face with his hands. I turned in my seat to meet him, trembling. First he kissed my eyes, nobody had done that before, then my nose. His lips moved down my cheek to my throat, I felt him lick me there. He nibbled my earlobe before he placed his lips softly on mine. My breathing had changed; nobody had been this sexy before. He tugged at my bottom lip; his tongue flicking out tasting me. I put one hand around the back of his head. The pressure became firmer, his tongue delved into my mouth, contacting my tongue. I broke off gasping.
I couldn't help smiling at him. 'That was wonderful, Uncle Simon, but I don't think Nigel will be able to kiss as good as you.' I could hear some huskiness in my voice.
'I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jenny. Nigel will learn in time. But that was me kissing you, it's only fair to your boyfriend that you return the kiss.'
I kissed Uncle Simon copying his technique. Our tongues slid over each other exploring. Again I broke away gasping. Uncle Simon's breathing was heavy and that flintiness was back in his eye. His hand moved and I felt a button on my blouse release. I grabbed his hand to stop him.
'Don't be shy, Jenny. You can stop me at any time. Your education is important if Nigel and yourself are to enjoy each other.
I looked down as button after button popped open exposing my white bra and some cleavage. He had already seen my tits when he indulged in the tickling romps. With a quick glance up and down the road to make sure we were alone his hands pushed under my bra and lifted the cups. My breasts spilled out wobbling. He congratulated me on having the nicest breasts he had ever seen. I would have never thought such strong hands could be so gentle. He stroked my globes, brushing fingers across sensitive nipples, gentle pressure made my soft flesh squeeze up between his fingers. My breaths came in short gasps. My breasts seemed to swell, my nipples hard and prominent. I felt the distant ripple of an orgasm. He rolled my nipples between thumb and finger and, with another quick look around, his face lowered and he kissed each nipple in turn. Then he started licking them.
It was too much. 'Stop, Uncle Simon, no more...please.' It would be embarrassing to orgasm in front of him. As it was, I must be leaving a wet patch on his car seat. He ignored my pleas and sucked a nipple into his mouth along with the areola. I fought against the orgasm as his tongue swirled around my nipple. I felt his teeth clamp gently on it. I pressed his face to my body as he change breasts.
I learned that day that the harder you fight against an orgasm the more explosive it is when you lose the battle. My body shook, squeaks came from my panting mouth as the orgasm struck. He sucked gently on my breasts until my ecstasy had subsided. I rested a moment to achieve some normality before replacing my bra. my breasts glistened with saliva, Uncle Simon's saliva. it was my first experience of having my titties sucked, as was a sexual experience in a car.
'You get Nigel to do that to you, Jenny, it will be better for both of you.' He stroked my trembling thigh as he spoke.
'Oh I will, Uncle Simon.' I smiled weakly at him. What had I done? If Pat should find out I would lose my best friend. I re-buttoned my blouse. Will Uncle Simon think me a slut for letting him do what he did? He refitted my seatbelt and started the car. He drove faster now. The time I get home on a Sunday depends on the chaos in the Bond household, but Pat knew what time I left and might wonder why it took her father so long to make the round trip.
Pat's elder sister, Vanessa, took great glee in relating to us her sexual exploits. We never tired of listening. If she was being truthful, hardly a week went by without her being fucked. She had claimed that having your tits sucked was nice. She was right. She also claimed that she once she was being fucked by a guy while she was sucking the cock of a second one. I didn't believe that at the time.
My thoughts and the silence was broken by Uncle Simon. 'Has your boyfriend ever given you an orgasm, Jenny?'
I shook my head.
'Was that your first one?'
I giggled. 'No not really'. His daughter had given me one the previous night. 'I have had one playing with myself.' I coloured up. I could never say things like that to my daddy.
'Was the one just now as good as the ones you give yourself?'
'Oh yes, easily.' I blushed again. I wish I could stop that, it is so immature.
'Here we are Jenny, safe and sound.' He pulled up in front of my home. 'You are OK with our little secret aren't you?'
'Yes of course, Uncle Simon, thank you.' I grabbed my overnight bag and scrambled out of the car. As always he waited until I put the key in the lock, as always I turned and give him a wave before entering.. I went straight to my room and removed my jeans with the noticeable damp patch. I heard daddy's study door open. I hadn't locked my door. His eyes flicked down to my panties.
'Have a good weekend Princess?' he enquired.
'Yes thank you Daddy. Did you?'
'Where did you go?'
'Just met up with some friends. Are you OK?'
'Yes I'm fine.' He smiled and returned to his study. Why did he ask me if I was OK. Did I look different. An image of Daddy sucking my nipples came into my mind. I locked my door and spread myself on the bed easing my fingers between my parted legs.
At school the following morning, I asked Pat what she and my daddy talked about when he drove her home after her sleep over at mine.
'This and that. Nothing really. Why do you ask?'
'No reason really.' I replied. She gave me a funny look.
On the rare occasions we had privacy, I allowed Nigel access to my unfettered tits. I instructed him what to do. He looked at me suspiciously wanting to know how I had learned it. I told him I had seen it on a porn website. He didn't think nice girls should watch those sort of things. He was much better with my breasts but didn't give me an orgasm.
It seemed to take ages for my next sleepover to come round. Again Uncle Simon's hands exposed our breasts and pubes and touched our nipples. When he eventually tucked us up and gave us a kiss, I flicked my tongue out. Thankfully Pat didn't notice. I told myself off and resolved to be more careful in future. Although he saw us naked and put his hands on us, that was him doing it to us. I was being forward by using my tongue.
After he had left, Pat said, 'We are being very naughty with daddy.'
'Yes we are,' I replied, 'but it's harmless and to be quite honest I enjoy it.'
'Me too.' said Pat. We played with each other again until we orgasmed.
Uncle Simon was driving much faster this time. 'How are you getting on with your boyfriend...Nigel isn't it?'
I had been expecting the question. 'OK, sort of...I passed on what you taught me last time you drove me home.'
'It's much better Uncle Simon, thank you. But he's not...what I mean is...he's not as good as you yet.'
He smiled. 'I suppose you mean he didn't bring you to orgasm. Nothing to worry about, he will learn.' There was a pause. 'Dose he touch you anywhere else, Jenny?'
'He wants to, Uncle Simon. But I don't let him. He is getting impatient though, I don't think I can hold out much longer. I will have to give in to him soon. Part of me wants to, and he wants me to touch him.' I was wearing a short skirt today with a loose top.
'I know how he feels, Jenny. It took me two months to get my hand inside my first girlfriend's knickers. The important thing is that you want it and that he knows how to do it properly. As he is so young you will have to teach him yourself.'
I knew where he was heading with this. I also knew how to do it properly. I've had plenty of practice with myself and with his daughter. It was no surprise when he turned down the deserted road and parked in the same gateway. He twisted in his seat and gave me a sweet smile of reassurance. 'Would you like me to show you what to do, Jenny, then you can pass it on to Nigel?' He was playing with my ear, his other hand rested on my bare thigh, half way between knee and groin. I wondered if he could feel me trembling.
'I don't know, Uncle Simon. It's a bit personal, sort of naughtier than when you were kind enough to teach me about my breasts.'
'You do want to get the most out of your youth don't you Jenny, have lots of lovely orgasms?' His hand on my thigh was moving, stroking my skin lovingly, his fingertips feeling hot on the inside of my thighs. 'It is in your best interests for Nigel to treat you properly.'
'I agree with what you say, Uncle Simon, but nobody has touched me down there.' Pat had given me an orgasm the night before, I didn't need his lessons, and yet...
'Somebody will one day, and quite soon I should imagine. You have said that you will give into Nigel's demands in the near future. You should let your first time be with someone who cares about you, and will be gentle with you.' He unclipped both seat belts.
'I'm not sure I should, Uncle Simon.' I was nervous and trembling.
'You are not a child anymore Jenny, you are a lovely young woman, but it's your decision, I will respect that.' He smiled at me. The softness of his smile in stark contrast to the flintiness in his eyes. 'Can I kiss you?'
I nodded, not too eagerly I hoped.
Both hands cupped my face and he kissed it all over before our lips touched. Soft, gentle and exciting touches with his tongue licking my bottom lip. When his tongue pushed into my waiting mouth I responded with my own. Our heads twisted and turned in a dance as my passion increased. His right hand pushed my top over my breasts followed by my flimsy bra. I mewed in anticipation as my hard nipples were released to his touch. The hand of a man, a family friend, someone I had known all my life caressed each welcoming breast in turn. My nubs were rolled in his fingers, my swellings squeezed and stroked. The walls of my vagina fluttered.
His lips broke contact with mine leaving me wanting more. A quick glance up the road and his tongue swirled around my small areola. God! I was loving it. His dancing tongue pleasured my nipples and my breathing became ragged. His right hand was back on my thigh stroking me from knee to within an inch of my panties. The nearer he got to my pussy the more his fingertips burned. He sucked in a nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing. His fingers touched my underwear and pushed down between my thighs. I resisted for a brief moment before allowing him to part my shaking legs. He pushed my compliant left leg until it touched the door, my right leg he placed over his own knees. It was a disgraceful the way my legs were akimbo, wicked and wonderful, wanton and welcome, lewd and erotic.
I stroked the head buried in my cleavage as his hand slid over my belly and under the waist band of my panties. His fingers crept through my coppery pubic hair and over the puffiness of my labia, soft cushions of flesh with a dusting of fine hair. He was still delighting me with the sucking of my nipples when his index finger slid into my wet crevice. I slid forward on my seat to ease his access and blushed hotly at the signal it must have sent to him. His fingers explored me expertly, strong long and thick, quite different from Pat's. The first male to touch my private place. The moment the pad of his finger touched my clit, the orgasm I had been fighting erupted. My body shook and quivered as I tried to smother my cries of joy. He varied the pressure and tempo as he played me like a maestro. His finger circled softly around the portal of my vagina then pushed in up to the first joint. He withdrew and slid up my cleft to my engorged clitoris. I was gasping and moaning and feeling faint. He kept my orgasm boiling with his deft touches. I had never known anything as remotely blissful as the joy he was giving me. I have always traced my love of sex back to that particular Sunday morning.
Daddy was working in the front garden when we pulled up. I knew I had a wet patch on the back of my skirt from my dripping pussy, and my nipples were still hard and prominent with arousal. I had looked in the driving mirror on the way back, I didn't look too flushed. Next time I see Nigel he's in for a pleasant surprise. I hugged my bag to my chest as I walked up the garden path and kissed Daddy on the cheek, Uncle Simon got out of the car to chat to daddy. I thanked Uncle Simon for having me and walked to the front door with my bag against my butt. It must have looked a bit odd.
I removed my skirt and sopping knickers, using them to dry the inside of my thighs. I lay on the bed listening to the voices of the two men in my life while I masturbated. With eyes closed, my imagination switched from Uncle Simon to Daddy and back again. It didn't worry me that I wanted Daddy to do what Uncle Simon had done. I wondered if my Daddy thought about me in that way and if he had an erection. I orgasmed again, the second in the last half hour; but weaker.
'Do you ever dream of Daddy doing things to you?' Pat asked.
I was too stunned to answer straight away. Did she suspect what was happening on the drive back to my home, was she fishing? He was sitting in his car waiting for me now. Had she wondered about the extra time he was taking to deliver me.
'Don't looked so shocked Jen, I do often.'
'You have fantasies about your dad doing things to me?'
'No, you idiot. God you can be a twit sometimes. Why would I dream of my Daddy and you? Do you dream about your
Daddy doing things to you
'Oh well...I suppose I do.'
'Well...you know, kissing me and playing with my tits, fingering my pussy, that sort of thing.'
'Me too. I sometimes imagine Daddy putting his cock in me.' Pat looked as if she was dreaming right then.
'How can you when you've never done it with any one...have you?'
'Of course not, but it can't be that much different to a finger. And Daddies can be trusted to keep quiet about it, not like your Nigel.'
'What does that mean?' I asked, feeling a chill.
'Nigel has been telling his mates that you let him put his finger in your hole. He said he gave you an orgasm.'
'The rotten bastard!' I hadn't been expecting that. He had promised he wouldn't tell.
'It's true then?' Pat was keen to know.
'I did let him. He kept on and on about it. I got fed up in the end, anything for peace and quiet.'
'And you had an orgasm?'
'Only a little one. I can't believe he told others. I'm going to dump the sod tomorrow. Look Pat, I must go, your dad's waiting for me.'
As Uncle Simon left his drive he said, 'A little while ago you were bright eyed and bushy tailed, now you look like thunder. Want to talk about it?'
'My bloody, so called, boyfriend has been telling his mates I let him finger my pussy,' I blurted out, 'well he's had it, I'm dumping him tomorrow.' I could not talk about a subject like this with my Daddy in a million years.
Uncle thought for a little while. 'Don't take it to heart, Jenny, love. It is natural in a way for a boy to boast of his conquests. It makes him feel a man and gives him some street cred. You might want to allow him one mistake. He won't want to lose a wonderful girl like you. Make it clear to him how much he has upset you, and if it happens again, he's blown it. Think about it between now and your next meet. You could ration his fun as a punishment.'
It made sense. My world looked a bit brighter. 'Thank you, Uncle Simon. You do have a different perspective on things. I am ever so grateful.'
'Did he finger your pussy to your liking?'
'I taught him how to do it. I did have a little orgasm once. He just needs practice I suppose.'
'That's the key, Jenny. Do it often. Find out what turns each other on, discover what pleasures you can give each other. Do you give him pleasure, Jenny?'
'Do you mean, do I touch his penis?'
'No I haven't. He wants me to.' A lie. I had rubbed him while he was trapped inside his trousers.
'Have you ever seen a penis?'
'The odd idiot at school gets it out and asks you to wank it. Is that right, "Wank it"?'
'Yes that's the normal expression. Do they flash Pat?'
'Of course they do. Anything in a skirt.' I was determined to give Uncle Simon the impression his daughter was a nice girl, which she was in essence, but she was not a Goody Two-shoes.
'Has her boyfriend been bragging about what he does to her?'
'I haven't heard anything at school and I would have.'
'She would tell you though if she was letting a boy touch her pussy?'
I was getting on dangerous ground here. If I told him what I knew he might go back and confront her and she would know he got his info from me. To deny everything would be an obvious lie. The long silence was broken by Uncle Simon.
He stroked my thigh. 'You are very loyal to Pat. She is lucky to have you for a friend. Please forgive me, I should never have put you on the spot like that. It's almost certain she allows her boyfriend to take some liberties; perfectly natural.' The car turned it's nose down the quite road. I felt my heart beat rise. 'Rewinding to what we discussed earlier, it is usual to return the favour when a boy, or man, gives you pleasure. Please don't take that as a criticism.'
'No of course not, Uncle Simon. I think I get too involved in my own feelings and think of nothing else.' The car drew up in the gateway, I started to tremble. 'I am just being selfish I suppose.'
'A little perhaps, Jenny.' He released his seatbelt. 'A simple matter of give and take. He unclipped my seatbelt. 'It's only fair to return the fun you are having.'
We were soon kissing deeply, tongues exploring. My breasts were quickly released to his hands, tongue and lips. I tucked my skirt up around my waist to ward off the inevitable wet patch. I slid forward in my seat, parting my knees, inviting his fingers to my yearning pussy. He changed the pressure, tempo and area of attack, taking me by surprise, being blissful. My long, sensitive clit received most of the attention of his amazing manipulations. "You should return the fun", he had said.
'Uncle Simon,, I gasped, 'can I touch you?'
'Of course you can, Jenny. I was hoping you would ask. That would be very nice for me.' I was about to reach out, when he unzipped his slacks. I hadn't intended to touch him directly. He pulled out his cock. I sat looking at it amazed. It stuck up straight and rigid. Veins ran down the shaft from a fat, lilac coloured gland to the dark bush of pubic hair. it seemed to get thicker as it neared the root. It looked so big. The boys at school were worms in comparison. He must have noticed the expression on my face.
'What's the matter, you look shocked?'
'It's so...well...it's so big.'
'That's because I'm not a schoolboy, but a grown man. Don't be afraid, it doesn't bite.'
I giggled. 'I know that, silly.' I gingerly reached out and placed my finger tips on the knob. I was surprised at how warm it felt. I know now he is a bit above average, not enormous. His hand returned to my vulva. I traced my finger tips down the length of him and noticed the change in his breathing. I looked into his eyes, that unsettling flintiness was there although his smile was sweet. My fingers returned to the top, caressed over his bulb and down the underside to his scrotum. A blob of liquid oozed out of the little slit that didn't look like pee. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and felt his throb, his pulse was strong and quite fast. I couldn't imagine that something this size could fit into a hole as small as a vagina. I started to orgasm.
'Oh Uncle Simon...oh...oh.' My hand stopped wanking as my body shook and vagina spasmed. I gripped him hard in my ecstasy, If I hurt him he didn't show it. He continued to work me, keeping my orgasm going. Once again I felt swoony but I didn't ask him to stop. I could hear a squelching noise above my own squeals. I unscrewed my eyes when my orgasm peaked and realized he had two fingers inside the portal of my vagina as well as his thumb on my clit.
I was giving his cock my full attention now. The languid afterglow of my orgasm seemed to have heightened my awareness. I was fascinated by the way his skin bunched up in front of my fingers on the upstroke and stretched on the return. It didn't seem attached; it was more like a sleeve. The angry looking gland on the end looked polished to a high gloss. Another blob of liquid oozed. I must have had a puzzled expression on his face.
'That is precum, Jenny. Something that happens when a man is enjoying what you are doing.'
'Does it taste salty?'
'Why, yes. How did you know?'
'A girl at school told me.' It was Vanessa actually.
I was giving Uncle Simon pleasure, I felt ridiculously pleased. I twisted in my seat to use both hands thinking I would double his pleasure. I didn't have a clue in those days. I tore my eyes away and looked up at him.
He smiled. 'That is very nice what you are doing to me, Jenny.'
I continued for a few more strokes, changing the tempo as he had done when playing with my private place. I also changed my grip from hard to soft, he seemed to prefer soft.. I felt bolder and leaned over and kissed his knob softly. He gasped and the penis twitched and seemed to expand in my hand. I looked up at him. his eyes were hooded and the smile was gone. His mouth was open and his bottom lip was wet; almost drooling. I recognize that look now as unadulterated lust. There was some stickiness on my lip which I licked off. Uncle Simon groaned and I felt the cock twitch once more.
'It was wonderful for me when you kissed it, Jenny.' His voice sounded strange.
It sounded like a request for more. I kissed his gland again, rapidly planting lots of wet kisses on it. I pulled his shaft towards me so I could kiss all around it. Now and then I had to lick the stickiness off my lips.
'Oh, Jenny. That is truly fantastic. You are so kind to your Uncle Simon.'
When we kissed with our lips we used a lot of tongue, so I started to lick him after each kiss. Lots of kisses each followed by a lollipop kiss. He moaned and groaned with pleasure as his hand stroked my head. He really was enjoying what I was doing to him. An old piece of toweling appeared in his hand.
'I'm nearly cumming, Jenny. Don't kiss me any more.'
I looked at him puzzled wondering why he had stopped me. He held the cloth under his cock head as I continued to massage his weapon. He gasped and called my name as a blob of thick, white cream spurted out. Rope after rope was ejected in to the piece of cloth. Some went on my fingers and the back of my hand; it was very warm. My first sight of sperm. The flow ceased. Uncle Simon was panting. His cock was softening in my hand. I let it go. I licked the deposits of my fingers and hand as I glanced up at him.
'She was right, Uncle Simon, it does taste salty and sweet at the same time. Why did you stop me? Didn't you want me to kiss you while your juice was coming out? This girl said the best way is for her to catch it in her mouth and swallow it.'
He looked at me a little bewildered and took a deep breath. 'You wouldn't mind doing that?' he queried.
'Of course not. I want to learn and do things properly.'
As we continued our journey, I turned to him, 'Do you teach Pat how to get the best out of life?'
'Good gracious no. That would be most inappropriate being her father. On the other hand I hope some gentle and mature man will give her some valuable lessons. I hope she enjoys her youth as much as you will. No need to worry about Vanessa though, she's going all the way with her boyfriend.'
'Don't you mind?'
'No good making a fuss. It would happen anyway. I had a chat to her about safe sex, that's all I can do.'
In my room I thought how lucky it was to have that scrap of toweling handy. The front of his trousers would have been a mess. I knew at our next encounter he would expect me to suck him; I looked forward to it.
In the two weeks between my sleepovers I made sure Nigel regretted his indiscretions. He hadn't been learning very quickly about giving me pleasure. Too lazy or too selfish? I suspect the latter. I decided he would have to go. Trouble was my fortnightly fingerings from Uncle Simon weren't enough, not by a long chalk.. I loved my sexual activities with Uncle. The days between seemed to get longer and longer.
I needed access to another man on a more frequent basis. A mature man like Uncle Simon, but not Uncle Simon. It would be too dangerous to see him on the quiet, considering the closeness of our families. There was a presentable history teacher at school but there was no hint of him showing interest in his pupils, just wishful thinking from some girls, including Pat and myself.
I had no way of meeting a suitable man. He would have to have the experience of maturity and be discreet. A married man, teacher, minister or doctor. We are not church goers, the doctor is near retirement. How do you get to strike up a relationship with a married man when you never meet them? And teachers have too much to lose, or so I thought, but that weird incident was a couple of months away. They would have to be available at least a couple of times a week, with the time to spend on me without being missed. Uncle Simon explained his longer absences as chatting to my Daddy, but there was not the time to savour his touch and fully explore what foreplay had to offer. It was all too rushed.
How long would Uncle be satisfied with a blowjob? Things tended to escalate as Nigel's demands had shown. I know things escalated with Uncle Simon, but he was my teacher. Everything he did to me was for my benefit. I could not imagine he would want to penetrate me. I told you at the start that I was naive. Flirting with daddy, my dream partner, was unproductive, I even let him "accidentally" see me naked. Perhaps I would have to hang on to Nigel a little longer, until some other guy shows interest in me.
Uncle Simon's cock filled my mouth with a hot throb that made me drool. He taught me what to do with my mouth and tongue. How he liked having his balls fondled at the same time I was sucking him, how he liked having those same balls sucked as I wanked him. He congratulated me on being a natural and the best he had ever had. He told me I was wonderful and called my name when he gaspingly pumped his load into my willing mouth. I loved the taste and the way the thick creamy cum slid down my throat as I gulped and gulped his emissions.
'Now I must return the favor to you, Jenny, and perform oral on you. Would you like that?' I nodded eagerly and blushed a little. We moved to the back seat. Uncle Simon adjusted the seats to give us more room, glanced up and down the road and climbed in beside me. I tucked my skirt up to avoid the damp patch. He knelt between my legs and removed my panties.. That was exciting, nobody but me had removed my underwear before. He gripped my calves and raised my legs, spreading them wide. I turned red with embarrassment as he studied my pink wetness.
His eyes lifted and looked into mine. 'That is beautiful Jenny, the prettiest I've ever seen.'
'Thank you, Uncle Simon.' I couldn't think of any other reply.
Vanessa was right; feeling a tongue lapping your juices is the best. His tongue slid in my wet crevice, probing into my vagina, tasting me, flicking at my clit. He lapped and lapped. He sucked and nibbled, sometimes with his hands fondling my tits at the same time. His broad tongue pleasured me beyond my wildest dreams. My orgasm was massive and my cum sprinkled his face a little, the first time I had released my cum on that scale. His tongue delved into my vagina, his nose on my clit keeping my orgasm raging.
Thereafter, we moved to the back seat as soon as the car rolled to a stop.
Three sessions later, with summer just starting, he had just finished licking me out when he smiled his sweet, reassuring smile. 'Time to teach you about safe sex, Jenny,' he said, 'remember I told you I had a fatherly chat with Vanessa? Well I can go one better and show you what I mean.' he was still kneeling between my legs that were still shaking from my orgasms. Wonderful, blissful ones. He had spent longer than usual to bring me to one orgasm after another until I felt weak. The afterglow spreading through my ravished body, relaxing me. His penis once more stood proud, I could still taste his man juice in my mouth. He withdrew a tiny package from his pocket and held it up. 'Do you know what this is, Jenny?'
'I think it's a condom, Uncle Simon.'
'Correct. I'll show you how it works.' He opened it and rolled the thin membrane down his shaft. I watched, fascinated. 'That would stop my sperm impregnating you and getting you pregnant...always supposing you let me make love to you.'
'Yes I see that, Uncle Simon.' I was felling a little on edge, which had nothing to do with the thick fog that blanketed the district and increased our privacy.
'Are you on the pill, Jenny?'
'No. There's no need.'
'I think there is, Jenny. you will want to enjoy sex to the full one day, probably quite soon. Better to be prepared than finish up with an unwanted baby, or go through an abortion. You may have the urge, an urge that cannot be denied, to feel a caring, gentle penis inside you. You may have that urge this very minute.' I shook my head. His smile had gone. His breathing was heavy and came in ragged gasps. The eyes were flinty, his bottom lip wet. I didn't like the look on his face. Although I was still floating, I felt a sense of panic.
'I don't think I should go that far yet, Uncle Simon, what would people think?'
'We have done everything but and you have enjoyed every minute of it. You need your first time to be with someone who cares about you, who will be gentle and not brag about taking your virginity.'
I was confused. My body was screaming yes, my heart was screaming yes, my mind was as unclear as the fog outside. 'I'm not sure I should, Uncle Simon.' I closed my legs as much as his waist would allow. They had been spread wide in uninhibited abandon a few minutes ago, now I felt vulnerable. He moved his hips forward and I felt his penis nudge my plump labia and slide up my wet slit to contact my clit. My first cock to pussy contact. My body jerked as if electricity had sparked from his knob to my clitoris.
'Who better than me, Jenny? Some callow youth who wont know what's best for you?' His voice had changed from loving and caring to...to...annoyed. He moved his hips making his knob slide on my moisture from portal to clit, over and over. Each stroke seemed more pleasurable than the last.
'Uncle Simon I...' I felt a gentle extra pressure as the tip of his knob nestled in my entrance. I looked down the valley between my naked breasts and saw my juices lubricating the condom. He pushed gently. Part of his swollen gland disappeared into me, stretching me more than his fingers had ever done. I glanced up at the face hovering over me. He looked like a different person. His flint eyes were hooded. His mouth slightly open, wet lips trembling. Beads of sweat formed on his frowning brow. His heavy breathing was raspy.
'It's for your own good girl. I'm doing it for you, not for me, but for you. I care about you like another daughter.' There was more pressure. I saw my bright pink lips pulled in by the friction, his knob had almost completely entered me.
'It hurts, Uncle Simon,' I gasped. My body shook violently. My breasts trembled.
'Relax, Jenny, and the hurt will go away. For your own good, not for me; not for me.' With a little jerk the back ridge of his knob passed my pelvis bone and disappeared totally. My released lips closed around his shaft in a tight embrace. Uncle Simon stopped pushing as if he was savouring my softness enclosing him. I could feel his hot fatness in my tunnel pushing the walls of my vagina apart. My body fluttered around him feeling the invasive presence. I was amazed, and relieved, that such a small opening could accommodate something that seemed so huge.
'You are wonderful, Jenny; the best.' Uncle Simon croaked. 'For your own good, your own good, not for me.' I couldn't take my eyes off his shaft as it slowly crept into me. Millimeter by millimeter penetrating me. I instinctively flexed my vaginal muscles to explore the alien being. I heard Uncle Simon gasp. 'That was special Jenny, you're a natural. Do it again. You can practice on me. It's for your own good.' There was still lots of cock left when he checked against my hymen. He withdrew until his gland bumped against my pelvic bone. He started to give me short and gentle strokes, nudging my hymen each time. I practiced on him as he suggested, not just feeling him but experimenting with how hard I could grip him. The condom glistened with my fluid.
'Are you making love to me, Uncle Simon?' I didn't recognize my own voice.
'Not yet, Jenny. When I treat you to the full length I will be.' His voice was gravely. 'To do that I will have to thrust deeper and take your maidenhead. It's for your own good. It may hurt a little at first but will soon ease.'
Vanessa had said that it didn't hurt as much as some girls made out but that didn't stop me being nervous. His hard shaft was making intermittent contact with my clit, I was sure it should be stroking it all the time. I adjusted my hips and pushed down, there was a much better contact. Uncle Simon gasped, it sounded like a gasp of pleasure. I was thrilled. Several more short and slow strokes followed with my clit doing the one thing nature had designed it for, to give pleasure. The heat from my womb had spread to my vagina, labia and belly. I was enjoying the new sensation when he plunged deep into my vagina. My hymen tore with a sharp pain that made me squeal. Tears streamed down my face, not so much from the pain but knowing I would never be the same again; my innocence was lost.
Uncle Simon consoled me by leaning down and kissing me on the lips, murmuring soothing words, the action pushed his cock in deeper. He held his position until my sobs turned to sniffles. The pain quickly eased and I could concentrate on the new experience of my vagina being full of hard flesh. All but two inches of his manhood was buried in me. I found it difficult to accept that I could take so much of him.
He started to withdraw his wet shaft that now had a pinkish hue from my bleeding. He fucked me slowly and gently, I soon became accustomed to his presence. He used long strokes, thrilling me, delighting me. He asked me to lift my hips to enable him to bury every last centimeter of his length.
Our pubic hair mingled, I felt his balls on my hot buttocks. I felt fully plugged, excited and awed at the strange violation of my body. My tunnel walls flexed and gripped to feel his hardness and throb all the better. My quivering body was hungry, greedy even, for more delights.
His body language changed; his cock seemed to expand. He started to thrust harder and faster. 'God, Jenny,' he grunted, 'Oh God, Jenny, Jenny.' he plunged into me hard, almost brutal. I could hear my abused vagina squelch above the sound of flesh slapping on flesh. He gasped and grunted and continued to fuck me rapidly until his cock started to soften. I hadn't orgasmed on that occasion.
We fucked greedily when ever we could after that. Only my monthlies got in the way. I felt the extra bliss of his naked cock once I was on the pill, and the delight of his sperm splashing into my welcoming vagina.
I look back with pleasure on that affair that I had with the father of my best friend. How Pat never suspected, I'll never know, but we got away with it. It continued until I got a car of my own by which time I had a couple of adequate replacements fulfilling my needs. I have a daughter of my own now and I would wish that her introduction to sex is as memorable as mine. A mature man who cares about her.
Perhaps I should talk it over with her father.
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