Charlie And Uncle Joe - Part 3 free porn video

The door was yanked open and there he was!

He loomed in the darkened doorway, his features cast nearly black in the shadows. He was still dressed in his party attire. He’d loosened off his tie and undone the top two buttons of his shirt to be comfortable and he was barefoot, but it only made him look hotter! I felt my stomach drop and rise, like I was on a rollercoaster ride and I swallowed as I exhaled. I heard his low, urgent growl of “Charlie!”

And then I was in his arms.

His mouth was on mine in an instant, hot and wet; urgent. He tasted of scotch or some other malt liquor and his lips were like fire. The smell of his aftershave nearly overwhelmed my senses, making me swoon. His strong arms had snaked around my body, drawing me into his embrace, pulling me in against him. I moaned against his mouth and held on for dear life as I felt myself drowning in heady sensations.

He stepped back into the darkened guest house and turned, pulling me with him as he used his foot to kick the door shut; the whole time never allowing our lips to part. His hands came up, sliding into my hair, cradling the back of my head as our kiss went deeper. He held my head as he opened his mouth, tentatively letting his tongue flick out to stroke across my bottom lip. I whimpered against his mouth and parted my lips, my tongue dashing out to meet his.

It was the end of us both I think. There was no turning back now.

His hands dropped low, pulling my body into his once more. I could feel his engorged member straining against my belly button and moaned in his mouth again. He groaned in return, moving his lips against mine, his tongue sliding over my teeth, my lips, caressing my tongue too, the kiss burning and fierce. Our breaths where fast and heavy, a sense of desperation hanging about us as our mouths duelled.

I heard Uncle Joe’s low groan again as his hands dropped to my firm bottom and clutched it gently. “Oh, God. Charlie!” He whispered, his mouth moving to trail scalding kisses along my chin as his palms smoothed and stroked and squeezed. His tongue swirled against my lobe before his hot mouth slid against my neck and down to my shoulder.

My hands trailed over his chest as I panted, his hot lips and tongue sending shivers across my skin, making my nipples pull tighter still and the ache between my thighs increased. I felt for his tie, pulling at it quickly before dragging it from around his neck. I dropped it as my fingers went to work on his shirt. I’d never gone farther than the ‘safe’ second base before (touching on the outside of clothing), but every move I made tonight felt so normal, so natural.

I undid the buttons swiftly, my nimble fingers working fast and pulling the shirt from the waist of his pants as I went. When I was done I let the shirt gape open and slid my hands in against his skin.

Uncle Joe’s mouth against my shoulder and neck was heavenly as I trailed my hands over his chest. His skin was hot to the touch, smooth and firm. I ran my nails lightly down his washboard abs and was rewarded with a quick intake of breath as his stomach sucked in. His head flicked up and he looked down at me briefly before his lips sought mine once more in another hot kiss.

His hands touched me, stroking, squeezing, gliding across my back and hips. My hands wanted to do the same as I slid them across his chest. My fingertips grazed his nipples, my nails catching on the peaked nubs and made him gasp against my mouth in reaction. He moaned deep in his throat as I felt his hands slide up my back and take hold of the zip of my dress.

I whimpered against his lips, our tongues still duelling as he slowly drew the zip down. He took his time, savouring every second before his fingers dipped inside the material and touched my bare skin for the first time. I gasped loudly, unable to contain the noise, as his fingertips trailed up my spine and I felt my whole body shudder as the heat of his palms slid across the naked skin of my back.

I pushed at the shoulders of his shirt, dropping it down his back and he lowered his arms quickly to shuck it off. The shirt fell to the floor beside his tie. He was quick to wrap his arms about my waist again, this time bending low as he did, and he slowly lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my arms about his neck, staring down at his face as I was raised up. His chin sat almost on my collar bone and he dipped his head forward to kiss the hollow of my throat. I sighed as I felt his lips brush against the sensitive skin there.

He carried me slowly into the bedroom, and I held his face as I kissed him deeply. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I vaguely noted ambient light being thrown off by the screen of Uncle Joe’s laptop beside the bed. Had he been waiting – hoping – for a response? Lying in bed just praying that that intolerable ‘ping’ would sound to let him know he had new mail? Well if he had been, I guess my turning up was answer enough.

My body slid along his as he put me down, my dress bunching up as I went and I felt the rough texture of his pants against the tops of my thighs. I felt my pussy muscles clench in response and my nipples ached painfully, as my mound passed briefly over the top of Uncle Joe’s hard cock, which he rolled against me.

Once I was steady on my feet, I shivered as I felt his hands skim up the sides of my ribs. I held my breath in anticipation as I thought he was going to touch my breasts for the first time. When his hands stopped just beneath my bosom and he pulled back from the kiss I opened my eyes in confusion. I was left teetering and unsure.

He stood there, his eyes searching my face, his hands holding me slightly apart from him. His breathing was shallow, his lips parted and just a little moist from our kisses. I stared up into his face, searching his sharp features in uncertainty. Why had he stopped? What was it? Had I done something wrong?

"Charlie,” he whispered, searching my face, my eyes. “Charlie, you know this is... wrong right?”

I bit my lip. So that’s what it was. I nodded.

He closed his eyes and held them shut as he spoke. “You know we shouldn’t be... doing this, right?” He opened his eyes and I nodded at him again. “That we might live to regret this ever happening?” I nodded once more, silent as death, I understood the full ramifications of what we were doing. I was wondering what it was he was trying to say? Was he trying to talk himself out of it, talk me out of it? What did he want me to say? There was a veiled look of hope in his eyes as he continued. “But you came anyway right? You came... and that means...” His voice finally trailed off. Almost like he was afraid to say it out loud, that he might jinx it if he did.

“That means I want it as badly as you do Uncle Joe.” I whispered.

He closed his eyes, his fingers squeezing against my ribs lightly as he took a moment. This was wrong, we both knew it but it was something that wasn’t going to be denied between us. He opened his eyes again and slowly leant towards me. His lips were soft as they pressed against mine. I sighed through my nose at how wonderful it felt. The kiss began so slowly, his lips parting slightly as he moved them against mine, pushing, nudging. Seconds passed and it grew deeper, the heat building once again, hot and sultry, full of want and need and hot aching longing. I had never been kissed like that before... and it took my breath away.

Uncle Joe’s mouth felt like silken heaven against mine and when his tongue finally delved between our joined lips, I couldn’t stop the loud moan that sounded in my throat. It echoed strangely in the large room and made me jump even though the sound came from me. I tried to be a little quieter as I kissed him back.

His hands moved at last and I felt the heat of his palms as they cupped my breasts, gently cradling them in his hands. His thumbs brushed lightly back and forth across the front, teasing at my aching nipples through the silk and chiffon of my dress. Pleasure arced across my chest, down my flat tummy and became a heated throb in my already aching clit.

My hands trailed over his shoulders and chest, enjoying the smooth texture of his skin and revelling with joy as I felt his heart beat fast beneath my fingertips. I heard his soft moan as I copied him and slowly skimmed my thumbs across his nipples.

I dropped a hand lower. I gulped down a quick breath as for the first time I let myself touch his cock. Uncle Joe sucked in a harried breath against my lips before he pulled back and stood. His eyes were closed and his head slightly thrown back as he groaned, his hands tightening against my breasts a little. My fingers brushed lightly along his length, gently pulping the head of his member through the heavy material of his trousers. “Oh, God Charlie!” Uncle Joe moaned his breathing laboured.

He looked at me briefly before his eyes dropped to see what his hands were doing. I watched him lick his lips as his hands squeezed and fondled my small round breasts, his thumbs strumming across my hard nipples. I wanted his hands on my breasts properly, no material between us, skin on skin. But I was scared and inexperienced, afraid that I would do something wrong. I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted.

Nothing truly prepares a girl for her first time, not even watching porn and nerves kept my tongue tied.

I swallowed, my eyes closed tight as my body thrummed with sexual desire and need. I wanted so badly to feel his warm hands on my flushed skin I couldn’t stop trembling. He continued to look at me as he brought his hands up and dipped his fingertips into the top of my bodice. I gasped loudly, sucking in a deep breath as my whole body shuddered with such intense pleasure at the feel of his hands finally against my skin. God, his touch burned.

My heart beat intensified to the point I thought I might be having another attack, but my breath wasn’t nearly as laboured as it should have been if that were the case. Excitement merely pushed my heart rate up and I luxuriated in the feel of Uncle Joe’s fingers on me and mine on him.

I squeezed his cock more firmly, stroking my small hand along its length as best I could with it still trapped inside his trousers, and heard Uncle Joe’s appreciative groan. Just the tips of his fingers touched me as I felt the backs of his knuckles stroke up towards my collar bone. His touch was so light, so feathery I shivered as I felt his hands return and slide across the tops of my breasts to dip down further inside my bodice. His knuckles brushed against my tight nipples and my body jerked and twitched as the sensation grew between my legs.

That hot, dull thud became a burning pounding of blood as it rushed through me, enlivening my senses and overloading them so I found it hard to think straight. All that mattered was the feel of his fingers against my skin. I shuddered.

His middle and forefinger dipped to either side of my breast and scissored in against each nipple. He held them firm as I whimpered and whined in delight. He tugged on them gently before releasing them. I felt his hands come up and take a hold of the strings of my dress. Slowly he began to push them off my shoulders.

I broke from the kiss as I gasped and pressed my hands against my breasts, trapping the bodice against my bosom. “Uncle Joe wait...” I whispered quickly. His look was questioning and held a little uncertainty as well. I think he thought I wanted to stop. He couldn’t have been farther from the truth. I just needed him to wait for a moment. I needed to tell him something, it was only fair.

“Charlie, do you wan...” He started but I cut him off.

“No!...” I stammered to a stop. It was hard to admit it. I don’t know why I was embarrassed but I was. “It’s just that...”

He raised a hand and cupped it against my cheek. “Charlie, what is it?”

“It’s just that...” I tried again, swallowing nervously as I looked up at him and blushed scarlet. “Just that... I’ve... never... you know...” I couldn’t say any more, my tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth. I pulled a meaningful face at him.

His eyes widened. “You mean? You’re a...?”

I nodded. I don’t think he could say it either. He let out a big breath. “Oh.” Was all he said, then, “If you want to stop Charlie...”

“No! It’s not that Uncle Joe.” I told him quickly. “It’s just that, I don’t know what to do, not really, and... I’m a little nervous.” I finally admitted. “But I don’t want you to stop.”

I could see the tick of his pulse in his neck it was beating very fast as he closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. “Charlie.” He said as he opened them and stared into my eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Amazing...” He breathed. He raised a hand and brushed my hair back from my brow. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.” He laid his hand against my cheek. “I will make this special for you Charlie, I promise.”

I nodded, not sure what to say, thank you seemed somehow inadequate and inappropriate all things considered. Though I wasn’t sure I could’ve said anything, given that my throat felt like it had spent the day in the Sahara desert. It was parched and I found it difficult to garner moisture enough to swallow.

Uncle Joe’s hands dropped to my shoulders once again and took a hold of the spaghetti strings of my dress. Gently, almost with excruciating slowness, he began pushing the strings off my shoulders. I dropped my hands still nervous but trusting him.

Uncle Joe leant in and kissed me lightly. His lips soft and teasing against mine, I sighed. I felt the strings roll off the edge of my shoulders and then I felt the silken material of my dress slide down my body and pool at my feet. I shivered, my nipples pulling tight once more due to the cool air against my skin. Uncle Joe pulled back from the kiss. I felt slightly self conscious standing there nude except for my panties as his eyes roved over my body. But I could see the desire in his eyes, deep and powerful, tempered with restraint and it made me feel so sexy right then.

I swallowed; my parched throat sticky and uncooperative. His eyes might have been roving all over my body, but his hands? His hands were not. Quite simply he was holding mine as his thumbs gently caressed the backs of my hands in his grip. I found his touch reassuring. He glanced up and looked into my eyes again, drawing my hands up, he placed them behind his neck as he stepped in closer and wrapped his arms low about my waist once again.

The sudden feeling of his hot, naked skin against mine made me gasp and my eyes closed in ecstasy as my breasts mashed against his chest. He lifted me easily, my legs coming up to wrap about his waist and he carried me those last few steps. He stopped at the foot of the bed. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his green eyes intense with his desire. “Are you certain?” He asked one last time, knowing that once we truly started this, there was no stopping. I gulped but nodded. I’d never been more sure of anything in all of my young life. I was still a little scared, but this was something I wanted so desperately to happen. I was glad that Uncle Joe was going to be the guy to take my virginity.

I held on tight about his neck as he leant forwards, supporting himself on one hand as he laid me out on his bed. He kissed me lightly as my body settled.

He drew back. Kneeling over me, his knees were between my thighs and pushed them wide. He reached for his belt buckle. With deft fingers he made quick work of the clasp before sliding it from about his hips. He tossed it to the side and I watched it slither slowly off the bed.

I licked my lips nervously as I looked back at him. I wondered what was going on inside his head as he stared at me, and I held my breath. I thought I should try to take an active role in this and reached forward, my fingers trembling as I tried to get the button of his trousers undone. But Uncle Joe’s hands were quick to grasp mine and pull them away gently. “Not yet.” He told me softly as he placed my hands back down beside me. I nodded at him stupidly.

He smiled at me as he leant forward, dropping his body over me like he was doing push-ups, the tops of his thighs resting lightly against my inner legs. He dropped his head low and kissed my cheek, his soft warm lips like satin against my face.

He began to kiss me in earnest. Hot and wet, his lips trailed along my jaw to my neck, making me sigh. His kissed my collar bone teasing me and my breath became laboured once more. When I felt his scorching tongue slide out and swirl around the hollow of my throat my noisy moan filled the room, once again making me flinch at how loud it sounded to my ears.

I felt Uncle Joe’s smile against my neck. This was all very new to me but I wasn’t complaining, my young body was on fire, and although I wanted to consummate the entirety of this experience so much, I was enjoying the slow pace Uncle Joe was setting. I lifted my hands and ran my fingertips along his side, sighing as I lightly raked my nails down his tummy on the return journey.

I heard Uncle Joe’s soft moan of pleasure as he continued, his hot tongue swirling over my heated skin and driving me wild. He drew small circles on my collar bone as he kissed his way to my shoulder. I felt his hand next, as it trailed up my arm. Gooseflesh rose up on my skin and I shivered hard as my nipples ached fiercely. I moaned again.

How many times was I going to moan like that tonight I vaguely wondered?

His touch was light, but determined and it shifted closer to its intended target. I had been expecting it, but I still gasped as the heat of his palm engulfed my nubile globe. His palm pressed hotly against my entire boob, the tight nipple trapped beneath it, squashed and poking into his hand as he gently kneaded my breast. My spine arched on its own, my body’s natural reaction to the pleasure it felt.

He kissed lower on my left side, and I held my breath as his hot kisses and tongue worked their way closer to my other breast. When he suddenly shifted and swiped his tongue swiftly beneath the swell of my bosom, slathering along the underside of my flesh mound and dashed back up to swirl just as quickly around my nipple, I cried out in ecstasy. I gasped breathlessly as he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. Pleasure shot through me, searing my senses and I could have quite happily stayed in that moment forever.

Uncle Joe shifted, his lower body sliding back a little as he stretched out and I felt his torso come down on top of me. He rested the majority of his weight on his elbows but the hot skin of his pecks pressed into me just below my ribs and his hard stomach squashed down hard on my mound. I whimpered as my thighs locked in against his sides and I ground up against his belly, my throbbing little clit getting real stimulation for the first time that night.

I heard Uncle Joe moan as he swapped breasts, his hot mouth eagerly sucking, his tongue swirling around and around, making me gasp and tremble. I felt his teeth lightly lock over my nipple as the very tip of his tongue flicked back and forth across my aching bud so fast I squealed at the sensation. My hands automatically came up to bury themselves in his hair as my clit throbbed in response. My hips jerked against him seeking yet more stimulus as the ache grew.

I clung to him as his mouth tortured me with pleasure. He switched back to the first nipple, his hand quick to replace his mouth as his fingers squeezed and rolled the one he left behind. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, my breath hissing through my teeth.

His entire body moved against me, rocking forward, as he pressed his spine down putting even more pressure on my pubis and I tried to rock my hips up into his stomach. I was whimpering almost constantly and all the while Uncle Joe’s mouth drove me wild.

He swapped again, giving the other breast one last suck before he began to kiss his way downward. All across my ribcage his hot mouth moved, his tongue licked. I felt his teeth nip lightly here and there as he went, but always he worked his way lower. I knew what was coming, I’d watched it enough times on the computer not to be surprised by it, but watching it and experiencing it for the first time were two totally different feelings.

Uncle Joe had shifted down enough that his chest was cradled between my thighs, the top of his pecks pressed in against my very moist, open centre. His hot mouth kissed and teased at my firm tummy as I continued to grind my hips against him. His tongue drew circles around my belly button and he teasingly trailed a line down towards the top of my sheer panties before quickly sliding his tongue back to my navel. He kissed and licked across to first one hip and then the other, nipping at the skin over the flare of my hipbone.

My whole body was on fire. By this time and I was awash with such tormented pleasure, I never wanted him to stop... but I did want more. My little pussy was aching with a vengeance, my clit throbbing, blood pulsing through it in waves of hot sensation. What little stimulation I could get through pressing and grinding my pelvis against Uncle Joes chest only succeeded in making me hornier, hotter. I think I might have moaned my frustration because I felt Uncle Joe smile against my navel.

He shifted lower, kissing back down to my hip again as he bought his fingers up and slipped them into the top of my panties. I gasped as he carefully inched them down, kissing me as he exposed every inch of new skin. He stopped just as the flimsy fabric of my panties reached the tops of my thigh. He kissed along the top edge of the material to the other hip, his chin nudging almost absently against my mound as he did. He did the same, pulling down that side of my panties and kissing me as he went. Again he stopped as they reached the very top of my thigh. The material of my panties was left just covering the very small, thin strip of hair that graced the top of my pussy.

I just about jumped off the bed when I felt his tongue slide under the top of my panties and lightly skimmed over that strip of hair. My knees locked in against his sides as my back arched raising most of my top half off the bed. My hands found their way back into his hair and I tried not to grip it too tightly as I held onto him. He moaned against my mound, his warm breath sending another sensation of pleasure across my skin as he dropped his mouth down and covered my entire pubis with his open mouth.

I felt his tongue slide over the material of my panties as he licked me from slit to clit. He did it again, his tongue wetting my panties even more as it flicked and wriggled against my throbbing centre. I gasped and my hands tightened in his hair when I felt his sinuous tongue spear in against my sensitive button, forcing the flimsy fabric into my outer pussy lips as he did. He teased me like that mercilessly for a while before he turned his head to the side and slid that wondrous tongue of his beneath the edge of my panties. I groaned hard and low in my throat as I felt his tongue glide wetly down the puffy, smooth outer lip of my young pussy.

He alternated sides, delving beneath the fabric again and then again, as his tongue stroked me each time pressing in just a little further, teasing along the very edge of my slit. My whole body trembled, each pass making me shake. He shifted higher and snuck his wet tongue under the top of my panties again, the very tip of his tongue snaking in to catch the top edge of my slit. He flicked and pulled at the lip enough to open it a fraction and expose my aching clit.

“Oh fuck! Uncle Joe.” I gasped pleadingly.

“Oh God, Charlie.” He groaned in response as he yanked down my panties urgently, exposing my glistening, aching pussy. As much as I thought he was teasing me, I didn’t realise he’d been teasing himself too and wanted nothing than to dive right in. I heard his deep inhale as he looked down at my wet centre. I felt his warm breath flow over me as he exhaled... “Beautiful...”

And then his hot tongue was on me, in me, moving over me, sliding along my hairless lips. God!

I cried out in pleasure as he groaned, “Oh Gawwwd” against my cunny lips. His wet, slick tongue swirled and licked down along one side and back up the other. He licked along the slit back and forth, tasting me, slurping up my flavour, my pussy lips puffy and aching, engorged with blood and arousal. His tongue flicked between my lips, quick little licks that left me begging silently in my head for him to do more.

I cried out as he sucked an outer lip into his mouth and pulled on it, his tongue moving against it. He did the other side, encouraged by my moans of pleasure no doubt. He sucked on them as he turned his head outwards, pulling the lips open and exposing my sopping inner lips to the cool air and his eyes.

He could have buried his face against me then but chose one last time to tease me as he ran the tip of his tongue up along my outer lip to the very top of my slit. I held my breath as I felt that tip begin to wriggle against the beginning of my cleft, like a squirming grub he flicked his tongue back and forth, insinuating the very tip of his wet mouth muscle into the little upside-down ‘U’ of flesh that was the start of the pussy. I panted and gasped and swore, my hands tightening in his hair, as his tongue began flicking across the top of my clit, but not quite touching it properly.

The sound that left my throat when he finally ran his tongue down over my clit and the entire length of my pussy was primal. It tore from me unanticipated and shocked me a little. But it did nothing to deter my Uncle Joe. In fact I think it encouraged him. His tongue and mouth went mad and I bucked and shook and squealed as his mouth took me to heaven.

I felt my body flush hot, my nipples tight aching points on my chest as Uncle Joe’s tongue rocked my world. I panted as my hips bucked up against his mouth with my head thrown back, I held his head. His tongue worked overtime, sliding wetly along my sweet centre, tasting me, eating me, killing me with pleasure. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” I repeatedly gasped as I felt my body beginning to tense up. I was on the cusp, every sensation every feeling intensified inside my body tenfold as that dull throb in my clit and pussy became a hot ache, and then finally shattered across my body as an explosion of heat and ecstasy.

I cried out as my knees clamped in hard under Uncle Joes armpits, and my hands clenched into fists as my top half rose off the bed from the hips, my stomach clenched tight in release. I vaguely felt him shift and nearly screamed “Oh God, Uncle Joe,” as his fingers took the place of his tongue at my clit, rubbing back and forth fast, milking my orgasm from me as he dropped his head lower and thrust his tongue deep inside my spasming cunt. I didn’t think it possible but another orgasm fired through me and I fell back hard against the bed as my whole body spasmed uncontrollably, flopping about like I was having a fit.

He shifted again but I was only half aware of the fact, his hand leaving my clit alone to throb as his tongue pierced inside me again and again. Thrusting up, licking, sucking, slurping up the spilled juices of my climax and keeping me on that cusp of spent pleasure.

When his tongue withdrew I half moaned in complaint and sighed in relief as it gave me a chance to catch my breath.

I felt him move away, his hands drawing my panties with him as he did. I panted and slowly opened my eyes. I watched as Uncle Joe removed his pants, divesting himself of his briefs as well. He stood and I gulped catching sight of his hard shaft as it bobbed before him.

He crawled back onto the bed, moving up to lie beside me. He slid a thigh between my legs and the heat of his shaft as it pressed against my hip was scalding. I felt the soft somewhat scratchy mass of his lightly haired balls against my thigh as he pressed his hips into me gently.

I chewed on my bottom lip as I looked up at him breathing hard. He was resting on an elbow, his face above me. He reached a hand up and pushed back the hair from my brow. He ran a finger along my jaw and across my bottom lip once I released it. “Ready?” He asked gently.

I felt my inside drop nervously as a thrill of excitement and longing rushed through me. This was it; Uncle Joe was finally going to fuck me. He was going to take my virginity. I nodded, both eager and apprehensive. “Yes.” I bit my bottom lip nervously again.

A look that was a mixture of pleasure and guilt passed over his face and quickly faded. He smiled down at me reassuringly. “I promise to be as gentle as I can, Charlie.”

I nodded again, trusting in him.

He dropped his head and kissed me slowly. His mouth tasted of my pussy and it was the first time I’d really tasted myself, I found I didn’t dislike it. His tongue worked with mine in a deep kiss as his hand trailed the length of my body. It teased at my breast for a moment before gliding down my tummy and over my mound. His fingers gently delved between the soft folds of my virgin pussy, his fingertips softly circling my overly sensitive bud and sliding along my slick lips. I was saturated from his tongue bath and his fingers slid easily down to my opening.

I gasped against his mouth as he slowly pushed a single finger inside me and I held my breath as his thick digit sank all the way in to his last knuckle. I’d never had anything inside me other than my own small fingers and it was a uniquely different feeling. One I found I enjoyed quite a bit. I gasped again as he began pumping it in and out of me, preparing me no doubt for the much larger shaft that would be invading my most intimate part very soon.

His finger sank into me again and again, making me wetter and rubbing against some special spot that sent excruciatingly exquisite shocks of sensation shooting across my pelvic region and up into my nipples.

He continued to kiss me, just as slowly, just as deeply as he removed his finger and gently eased his body over me. I felt the wet tip of his throbbing cock nudge in against my sopping cleft and again I held my breath. My legs were parted wide and I was aching, ready for this to reach its ultimate conclusion.

His hand held his thick rod steady as he rubbed the tip up and down along my slit, coating the head of his cock in my juices and in turn smearing my pussy with his slippery pre-cum. Ever so slowly I felt the pressure increase as he began to press down into me. My virginal lips were swelled with arousal and parted eagerly welcoming the very tip. He pulled back a little, his mouth releasing my lips as he rested his forehead against mine. “If it’s too much for you, tell me.” He whispered his breathing heavy. I nodded.

Uncle Joe thrust forward quickly. I thought I was prepared, but obviously I wasn’t as I sucked in a harsh breath a split second before I clenched my teeth hard and let out a short squeal of pain. I tried to stifle the volume by turning my head and tucking it in against Uncle Joe’s shoulder. My hands that had been resting lightly on his waist became claws as my nails dug hard into his flesh.

His loud grunt was a mixture of pleasure and pain, as his hips pressed hard against me and stilled. His breathing was heavy, his cock buried deep inside me and I could feel the pulsing throb of its length with every heart beat we shared. He remained as still as he could as I felt his hand stroking my hair. His lips were next as he pressed them against my brow. Small kisses meant for comfort, to ease the pain.

Slowly the pain resided. The throb was just as intense, blood rushing through my young core, and heat, and want. My body began to relax, becoming accustomed to this new intruder, this thick meaty shaft that had speared into it. I began to breathe again one shallow breath after another as the pain dissipated and my red, blurred vision began to clear. I tried to gently remove my nails from Uncle Joe’s back but I still heard him grunt. I hoped I hadn’t gouged him too deeply.

He continued to kiss my brow as I worked through this first instance of sex. His hand stroked down and skimmed across a hard nipple and I heard myself gasp against his chest as he plucked at it lightly. His lips found mine then and I was distracted enough from the pain that I opened my mouth and kissed him hotly.

The kiss was deep, his tongue warm and wet and thrilling, stirring in me that need I’d felt to begin with. He took his time, kissing me, working me back up to that moment of aching need as patiently as he could. I was sighing and moaning against his lips again when he finally began to move. I gasped a little at first, small shocks of pain arcing through my body. But they quickly subsided, being replaced with a pleasure I never could have imagined.

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