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When they were growing up my daughter had a friend through a club they belonged to, called Gemma. She lived locally and my wife and I soon got used to her turning up on our doorstep most weekends and after school. Gemma's mum had been young when she had her and was still young and hot. I was secretly very pleased that the girls were such good friends, as we became friends with her mum too.
The problem was that I don't think her mum was ready to settle down to being a mum. Gemma's dad lived a distance away and rarely saw her. There were a few different men over the years, who would live with Gemma's mum and who would try to be a father figure to Gemma with varying degrees of success. Gemma's mum was not a slut, but she was young, very sexy and had - let's say - commitment issues!
So I think Gemma felt more at home with us, and we treated her as our extra daughter - in fact some people thought she was our daughter. My daughter and I always enjoyed rough and tumble and Gemma joined in too, jumping on me, all of us tickling each other, etc. and when she stayed over, as she did often, would share a bed with my daughter. Until she was into her teens, I would read my daughter a story at bedtime, and when Gemma stayed, she joined in, all cuddled up on my daughter's bed. Gemma loved it and would always ask for more and more stories.
Sadly, Gemma's mum decided to move away, taking Gemma with her. The girls kept in touch with each other through Facebook and occasional phone calls and Gemma came back to stay a few times, but some of the old magic had gone.
However, my daughter had a big party for her 18th birthday, and she asked if Gemma could come and stay - and actually could she stay a bit longer as she was having problems at home again. We said that of course she could, she could stay the whole week.
Well, I had seen photos of Gemma on Facebook, and she had obviously taken after her mum, but nothing prepared me for the gorgeous, sexy, young woman, dressed in a short skirt and skimpy top, who met me and my daughter at the train station. She flung her arms round us, hugging and kissing us, much to the entertainment of passers-by. She had definitely grown up and I was very aware of the development of a very nice pair of tits which pressed into me as we hugged.
Well, the party was that day and so I didn't have much time to talk with Gemma, as we were so busy. There were half a dozen girls who stayed over after the party, in various stages of intoxication and I stayed well out of their way, The next day I was also busy, driving elderly relations back home and it wasn't until evening that it was just my family and Gemma relaxing together. I found that I couldn't help staring at her - such a beauty she had become. I wasn't sure if she caught me admiring her a few times.
That night, she slept downstairs in a spare room on a bed settee. My wife was asleep straight away, but I couldn't sleep. I lay awake for over an hour before I decided to put on my dressing gown and go downstairs and make myself a cup of tea. I was as quiet as possible, however, as I was making the tea, I suddenly became aware of Gemma standing in the doorway, tousle-haired, in pyjamas which did nothing to hide her womanly curves.
"Couldn't sleep either?" I asked.
"Nah. Can I have a cuppa too, please, Mike?"
"Sure." I said, reaching for another mug.
Aware that I might not be able to stop staring, I busied myself with making the tea, both of us chatting about the old times when she used to come and stay. When I finally turned to her, with her tea in my hand, I was shocked to see tears streaming down her beautiful face. I just managed to put her tea down as she flung herself at me. She buried her head in my chest and sobs racked her body. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. Shocked as I was, I could feel those tits pressed into me again, feel her soft curves as I hugged. Her tight. I was struggling to control a boner from developing. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, with me trying to soothe her, before she broke away, face flushed and wet.
"I'm sorry Uncle Mike, it all got too much...!". I noted the "Uncle" had come back - like when she was younger. I found it strangely arousing.
"Let's take our teas and go and sit on the settee and you can tell me all about it." I said, grabbing a pack of chocolate biscuits.
We cuddled up on the settee, sipping our tea and eating the biscuits and the whole story came out, about how miserable her life had been, how she had - in a copy of her mother maybe - tried to find love with boys at school, until she began to get a reputation and all the girls hated her.
"They call me a slut, but how can I be when I'm still a virgin. I've not actually fucked any of them. Ok so I gave sucked a few of their dicks and, it's true that most boys in the neighbourhood have seen my tits...!"
The combination of the knowledge she was a virgin, the frank language she was using and the descriptions of what she had done was almost too much for me. I had been thinking of her tits at that very moment. Through her clothes they seemed to be firm, full and perky. I felt suddenly jealous that all those boys had seen them - maybe even played with them - and I had not. But, I put those thoughts from my mind as she talked on. I even heard myself giving her father-daughter advice, before we chatted about other stuff.
We must have been there for an hour before I realised her head was beginning to droop and so suggested it was time she went to bed. She nodded, then put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on my cheek. Then pulling away from me she put her head on one side, cheekily, as I remembered she did when she was little.
"Uncle Mike.... Could you read me one more story? Pleeeeeeaze!" Just like when she was little. I laughed and looked at her, realising her beautiful face was serious.
"Ok, then."
I had intended reading to her on the couch, but she stood, and taking my hand pulled me to my feet, then led me into her bedroom. I couldn't help admiring her pert arse in those pyjamas. She climbed into bed. I suddenly had a thought and opened a box to find the book which had been Gemma's favourite. My daughter had boxed it up a week earlier to take to a charity shop.
In the half light, I saw the sudden pleasure in her eyes as she saw the cover of the book. I lay on the top of the duvet. Not certain that I could control myself without the duvet between us. She nestled into the crook of my arm, her head on my chest and I began to read. I had read 3 of the short stories - on her insistence - before I realised that she was now breathing heavily and had dozed off. I laid the book aside and lay there. I could probably have wriggled out from under her without waking her, but I was enjoying the moment: this beautiful young woman snuggled up to me, her arm across me, her head in my chest, feeling her body, even through the duvet, nestled against me. I thought about her body, her sexiness and felt my erection begin to grow again. I let it grow, this time.
I was very almost asleep myself when I felt her move slightly. She rubbed her arm across my chest and stomach a few times. I laid still. Then her elbow collided with the bulge in my dressing gown and her hand paused in its stroking. Then I felt her head move as she must have squinted along my body in the half light. I still pretended to sleep. I felt her shift and gathered she was now looking up at me, trying to see if I was awake. I continued to keep my eyes shut and breathe heavily. She settled back down reassured by my acting, and I felt the hand start to stroke my body again, but this time it began to head south towards the bulge. Then suddenly her hand was rubbing my cock through the outside of my dressing gown, feeling along its length. I couldn't help it my cock twitched and I felt my body shiver at the shock of the touch.
She paused again and I sensed she was looking back into my face, searching for a sign that I was awake. I continued my pretence, breathing heavily, eyes shut. After a moment, her hand started it's stroking again, then, without warning, it slipped inside the fold of my dressing gown. Gently she peeled the dressing gown apart and I could feel air moving on my legs and lower stomach. I realised that it was her breath as she stared at the shape of my cock through my underpants. Then she moved again to check I was still not awake, before she began to rub my shaft through the cloth of my pants. I was rock hard now and knew that the end of my cock, if not actually poking through the elastic was tenting the elastic enough that she would be able to see it.
I felt her small fingers slip inside the elastic and peel away the offending material, releasing my cock to spring free. Once again she checked my face before I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft and gently start to wank me.
Then she stopped and adjusted her position. I thought at first she was checking my face again, but somehow this felt different. I could feel her moving gently, then above the discrete smell of her perfume I caught a whiff of the musty smell of wet vagina. I couldn't resist any longer and my eyes sprang open. She was still laying on my right side, her head on my stomach now, still facing my cock, but she had kicked the duvet off so that she could cock her right leg up and now her right hand was deep in her pyjama bottoms as she gently frigged herself.
Oh My God!!! What situation was I in now?! A girl who was like a daughter to me staring at my exposed erect penis whilst masturbating herself.
Then she briefly let her pussy be, to once again wrap her fingers,which I guessed to be dripping with her pussy juice, back around my cock. She lifted it up and then to complete my astonishment, adjusted her position again, so that she now had my cock in her mouth. As her head began to bob, her hand travelled back into her pyjamas to find her pussy.
Jesus Christ!! I could not cope with this any more. Whilst a small part of my brain realised that she was bloody good at this and that her neighbourhood boys should keep quiet when they are onto a good thing, the rest of my mind was in turmoil. Finally I moved, partly sitting up.
"Gemma! No!!" I hissed.
She jumped and my cock exited her mouth with a soft "plop". She turned her eyes towards me, momentarily shocked at being caught.
"I thought you were asleep!" She whispered back, almost accusingly.
"I was."I lied, aware that her fingers had not stopped their activity in her pyjamas. "We mustn't... You mustn't do this. You are like a daughter to me. This is so wrong!"
Her fingers stopped and she brought her hand out, glistening. "But it doesn't feel wrong. It feels right. It feels very, very nice!" She said showing me how her fingers glistened with pussy juice. "Doesn't it feel nice?" She said, wrapping those wet fingers again around my dick. My dick twitched. "See, HE really likes it," she accused.
I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand off my cock. But she moved up my body, on top of the rucked up duvet, our bodies now not impeded by the barrier of the duvet. Her face was close to mine and I could feel her right tit laying on my now uncovered chest. In fact I could definitely feel her erect, aroused nipple pressing into my chest through the thin fabric of her pyjama top.
Shit! How much did I want to rip open that top and take that firm nipple into my mouth to suck on. But with the last remnants of my self control. I managed to croak out "No Gemma!"
As quick as a flash she moved again, swinging her leg across me, she now sat astride my stomach, this time she took my wrists and held them above my wrists as she leant her face close to mine. I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against the cloth of her pyjama bottoms, and imagined my pre-cum making a damp mark on the light coloured cotton.
"Uncle Mike." She said - the "uncle" both thrilling and scaring me. "It is true what I told you about me being a virgin. But I don't want to be. I want to lose my virginity to someone very special to me. I want YOU to take my virginity, Uncle Mike."
I stared into her beautiful, earnest face, unable to speak, trying to process what she had just said to me, my mouth open in shock. Then leaning further forward, my mouth was suddenly filled with her squirming tongue. Unable to help myself any longer, I kissed her back.
After a while she broke off and sat back, releasing my wrists. Then she said "here they are - you've been staring at them enough! And with one deft movement pulled off her pyjama top to reveal her naked breasts to my eager gaze. I was not disappointed. They were everything I had imagined and more. Firm, full, curving upwards, with protruding nipples. She reached for my wrists again and brought them to her, placing each of my hands onto each magnificent tit. I felt them soft and warm, with a pointy nipple pressing into each palm.
"Oh God, Gemma!" I exclaimed, my hands beginning to gently play with each breast. She leant forwards again and we kissed again. Those tits had done it for me. There was no stopping me now. I slid my hands round her sides and down towards her pert young arse, slipping underneath the waistband of her pyjamas and gripping a firm young buttock in each hand. One hand slid further and she gasped as my fingers found her wet pussy lips. I rubbed her lips and she began to grind into my hand. She was soaking wet and very aroused.
"I guess that's a yes then!" She gasped.
In answer, I let one of my fingers enter her and she threw her head back and squeaked, just stifling herself in time. My family were still all upstairs asleep (I hoped).
"Wait!" she said springing off me and nearly dislocating my wrist. She closed the door and then standing in front of me in the half-light, slipped her pyjama bottoms over her hips, she then wiggled sexily until they formed a pile at her feet. She was now stark naked in front of me and my eyes could not get enough of her. She was simply stunning. I moved to take off my pants but she stepped forwards and did it for me, deftly sliding them down my long legs, then she crawled on hands and knees along the length of my body, she let her beautiful breasts rub along my cock, nearly making me cum just with the sight of that action.
But I wanted my cock to be deep in her body, robbing her of her virginity, taking away her "innocence"... So I took her shoulders and pulled her up me, until she was sitting astride my cock, which was still not in her, it's length pressed against her pussy lips, which I could feel hot and wet.
I saw a moment of concern on her face, as she paused above me. "How should we....?" She started.
"Take my cock and guide it into you. Lower yourself onto it slowly. You can be in control. If it hurts too much you can stop."
She bit her lip and nodded - that simple action nearly made me call a halt, as it made her look like the small girl I had known. But then I looked at that fantastic body. She was 17. Legally old enough where I come from. If not morally right, at least legal!
But she was already making the decision, kneeling up, taking my cock in her hand and gently impaling herself on it. I reached for her shoulders to help steady her. My god her pussy was tight, but so well lubricated that I was sliding in easily.then I sensed a pressure at the end of my cock - my god, she really was a virgin intact! I saw pain on her face and, resisting all my natural urges to thrust into her, waited for her move. She looked into my eyes, nodded once, then thrust herself down. She let out a soft cry and I saw tears spring from her eyes. I let her fall forward to me and I kissed her eyes.
"You, ok?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yeah it hurt like hell, but it feels good too. Just give me a moment."
"Of course"
We kissed gently. I could feel my cock held firmly by her inexperienced vagina. Then very slowly, almost tentatively, she began to rock her hips as she began to ride my length. She kept letting out little gasps of pain, but then moans of pleasure too. Soon the moans came more readily than the gasps.
She arched away from me and my willing hands again found her beautiful tits. I had kept still for as long as I could, but now nature was taking over and I began to thrust with her. Her eyes sprang open and she moaned louder then bit her lip.
"Don't know how long I can last!" I said urgently.
"Ok.... On..... Pill....!" She said through gasps. I guessed she wasn't far off orgasming herself.
I looked down and could see my shaft entering her, hear the slurping of her wet pussy, smell the sweet, musky scent of her sex, feel her nipples rock hard in my hands. The assault on my senses was too much and - thrusting hard I shot my load into that hitherto undefiled pussy, I felt jet after jet leave me. Then, she too, was out of control, writhing, arching her back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, before she collapsed back onto me, her face by my left ear. Her breath hot and ragged. I wrapped my arms around her holding her tight, feeling the sweat on her back.
Then she was crying again, her body racked with sobs. I started to apologise, but she firmly planted her lips on mine to cut out my words. I could taste blood on her lips and it made me think of the blood which must be on her other lips too.
She stopped kissing me and leant above me. I could feel the tears dripping onto my face as she spoke to me urgently, passionately:
"Please don't ever apologise. That was fucking incredible. Yes it hurt, but not much" (I think she lied) "Shit, Uncle Mike! I actually felt you cum inside me. I actually felt it and that made me have the most incredible orgasm I ever had! I wanted this so much - did you not realise I have fancied you for years. I have actually fantasised about this loads of times. But this was way better. Thank you, Uncle Mike!" (Once again, the 'Uncle Mike').
Then she was kissing me again hard on the mouth. I could feel my cock getting flaccid, but still inside her. I could feel our sticky, combined cum juices on me.
"I need to clean up", I whispered. She slid off me and let out a small, amused "Eeewww!", then hand in hand, we hastened to the downstairs bathroom. In the light, I could see her blood on my cock. She grabbed a handful of tissue and shoved it between her legs then knelt in front of me and started to clean my cock. When I tried to help, she playfully slapped my hands away as she gently cleaned me up. When she was done, she planted a little kiss on the tip.
And so began a very happy few days for me. Each night I would sneak back downstairs and me and my daughter's friend would fuck like rabbits. At the end of the week, I offered to drive her home and, on the way, found a quiet lay-by and we had one last goodbye shag in my car.
She hasn't been back to stay for a few months, but I am quietly encouraging my daughter to invite her friend back again soon....!
The problem was that I don't think her mum was ready to settle down to being a mum. Gemma's dad lived a distance away and rarely saw her. There were a few different men over the years, who would live with Gemma's mum and who would try to be a father figure to Gemma with varying degrees of success. Gemma's mum was not a slut, but she was young, very sexy and had - let's say - commitment issues!
So I think Gemma felt more at home with us, and we treated her as our extra daughter - in fact some people thought she was our daughter. My daughter and I always enjoyed rough and tumble and Gemma joined in too, jumping on me, all of us tickling each other, etc. and when she stayed over, as she did often, would share a bed with my daughter. Until she was into her teens, I would read my daughter a story at bedtime, and when Gemma stayed, she joined in, all cuddled up on my daughter's bed. Gemma loved it and would always ask for more and more stories.
Sadly, Gemma's mum decided to move away, taking Gemma with her. The girls kept in touch with each other through Facebook and occasional phone calls and Gemma came back to stay a few times, but some of the old magic had gone.
However, my daughter had a big party for her 18th birthday, and she asked if Gemma could come and stay - and actually could she stay a bit longer as she was having problems at home again. We said that of course she could, she could stay the whole week.
Well, I had seen photos of Gemma on Facebook, and she had obviously taken after her mum, but nothing prepared me for the gorgeous, sexy, young woman, dressed in a short skirt and skimpy top, who met me and my daughter at the train station. She flung her arms round us, hugging and kissing us, much to the entertainment of passers-by. She had definitely grown up and I was very aware of the development of a very nice pair of tits which pressed into me as we hugged.
Well, the party was that day and so I didn't have much time to talk with Gemma, as we were so busy. There were half a dozen girls who stayed over after the party, in various stages of intoxication and I stayed well out of their way, The next day I was also busy, driving elderly relations back home and it wasn't until evening that it was just my family and Gemma relaxing together. I found that I couldn't help staring at her - such a beauty she had become. I wasn't sure if she caught me admiring her a few times.
That night, she slept downstairs in a spare room on a bed settee. My wife was asleep straight away, but I couldn't sleep. I lay awake for over an hour before I decided to put on my dressing gown and go downstairs and make myself a cup of tea. I was as quiet as possible, however, as I was making the tea, I suddenly became aware of Gemma standing in the doorway, tousle-haired, in pyjamas which did nothing to hide her womanly curves.
"Couldn't sleep either?" I asked.
"Nah. Can I have a cuppa too, please, Mike?"
"Sure." I said, reaching for another mug.
Aware that I might not be able to stop staring, I busied myself with making the tea, both of us chatting about the old times when she used to come and stay. When I finally turned to her, with her tea in my hand, I was shocked to see tears streaming down her beautiful face. I just managed to put her tea down as she flung herself at me. She buried her head in my chest and sobs racked her body. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. Shocked as I was, I could feel those tits pressed into me again, feel her soft curves as I hugged. Her tight. I was struggling to control a boner from developing. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, with me trying to soothe her, before she broke away, face flushed and wet.
"I'm sorry Uncle Mike, it all got too much...!". I noted the "Uncle" had come back - like when she was younger. I found it strangely arousing.
"Let's take our teas and go and sit on the settee and you can tell me all about it." I said, grabbing a pack of chocolate biscuits.
We cuddled up on the settee, sipping our tea and eating the biscuits and the whole story came out, about how miserable her life had been, how she had - in a copy of her mother maybe - tried to find love with boys at school, until she began to get a reputation and all the girls hated her.
"They call me a slut, but how can I be when I'm still a virgin. I've not actually fucked any of them. Ok so I gave sucked a few of their dicks and, it's true that most boys in the neighbourhood have seen my tits...!"
The combination of the knowledge she was a virgin, the frank language she was using and the descriptions of what she had done was almost too much for me. I had been thinking of her tits at that very moment. Through her clothes they seemed to be firm, full and perky. I felt suddenly jealous that all those boys had seen them - maybe even played with them - and I had not. But, I put those thoughts from my mind as she talked on. I even heard myself giving her father-daughter advice, before we chatted about other stuff.
We must have been there for an hour before I realised her head was beginning to droop and so suggested it was time she went to bed. She nodded, then put her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on my cheek. Then pulling away from me she put her head on one side, cheekily, as I remembered she did when she was little.
"Uncle Mike.... Could you read me one more story? Pleeeeeeaze!" Just like when she was little. I laughed and looked at her, realising her beautiful face was serious.
"Ok, then."
I had intended reading to her on the couch, but she stood, and taking my hand pulled me to my feet, then led me into her bedroom. I couldn't help admiring her pert arse in those pyjamas. She climbed into bed. I suddenly had a thought and opened a box to find the book which had been Gemma's favourite. My daughter had boxed it up a week earlier to take to a charity shop.
In the half light, I saw the sudden pleasure in her eyes as she saw the cover of the book. I lay on the top of the duvet. Not certain that I could control myself without the duvet between us. She nestled into the crook of my arm, her head on my chest and I began to read. I had read 3 of the short stories - on her insistence - before I realised that she was now breathing heavily and had dozed off. I laid the book aside and lay there. I could probably have wriggled out from under her without waking her, but I was enjoying the moment: this beautiful young woman snuggled up to me, her arm across me, her head in my chest, feeling her body, even through the duvet, nestled against me. I thought about her body, her sexiness and felt my erection begin to grow again. I let it grow, this time.
I was very almost asleep myself when I felt her move slightly. She rubbed her arm across my chest and stomach a few times. I laid still. Then her elbow collided with the bulge in my dressing gown and her hand paused in its stroking. Then I felt her head move as she must have squinted along my body in the half light. I still pretended to sleep. I felt her shift and gathered she was now looking up at me, trying to see if I was awake. I continued to keep my eyes shut and breathe heavily. She settled back down reassured by my acting, and I felt the hand start to stroke my body again, but this time it began to head south towards the bulge. Then suddenly her hand was rubbing my cock through the outside of my dressing gown, feeling along its length. I couldn't help it my cock twitched and I felt my body shiver at the shock of the touch.
She paused again and I sensed she was looking back into my face, searching for a sign that I was awake. I continued my pretence, breathing heavily, eyes shut. After a moment, her hand started it's stroking again, then, without warning, it slipped inside the fold of my dressing gown. Gently she peeled the dressing gown apart and I could feel air moving on my legs and lower stomach. I realised that it was her breath as she stared at the shape of my cock through my underpants. Then she moved again to check I was still not awake, before she began to rub my shaft through the cloth of my pants. I was rock hard now and knew that the end of my cock, if not actually poking through the elastic was tenting the elastic enough that she would be able to see it.
I felt her small fingers slip inside the elastic and peel away the offending material, releasing my cock to spring free. Once again she checked my face before I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft and gently start to wank me.
Then she stopped and adjusted her position. I thought at first she was checking my face again, but somehow this felt different. I could feel her moving gently, then above the discrete smell of her perfume I caught a whiff of the musty smell of wet vagina. I couldn't resist any longer and my eyes sprang open. She was still laying on my right side, her head on my stomach now, still facing my cock, but she had kicked the duvet off so that she could cock her right leg up and now her right hand was deep in her pyjama bottoms as she gently frigged herself.
Oh My God!!! What situation was I in now?! A girl who was like a daughter to me staring at my exposed erect penis whilst masturbating herself.
Then she briefly let her pussy be, to once again wrap her fingers,which I guessed to be dripping with her pussy juice, back around my cock. She lifted it up and then to complete my astonishment, adjusted her position again, so that she now had my cock in her mouth. As her head began to bob, her hand travelled back into her pyjamas to find her pussy.
Jesus Christ!! I could not cope with this any more. Whilst a small part of my brain realised that she was bloody good at this and that her neighbourhood boys should keep quiet when they are onto a good thing, the rest of my mind was in turmoil. Finally I moved, partly sitting up.
"Gemma! No!!" I hissed.
She jumped and my cock exited her mouth with a soft "plop". She turned her eyes towards me, momentarily shocked at being caught.
"I thought you were asleep!" She whispered back, almost accusingly.
"I was."I lied, aware that her fingers had not stopped their activity in her pyjamas. "We mustn't... You mustn't do this. You are like a daughter to me. This is so wrong!"
Her fingers stopped and she brought her hand out, glistening. "But it doesn't feel wrong. It feels right. It feels very, very nice!" She said showing me how her fingers glistened with pussy juice. "Doesn't it feel nice?" She said, wrapping those wet fingers again around my dick. My dick twitched. "See, HE really likes it," she accused.
I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand off my cock. But she moved up my body, on top of the rucked up duvet, our bodies now not impeded by the barrier of the duvet. Her face was close to mine and I could feel her right tit laying on my now uncovered chest. In fact I could definitely feel her erect, aroused nipple pressing into my chest through the thin fabric of her pyjama top.
Shit! How much did I want to rip open that top and take that firm nipple into my mouth to suck on. But with the last remnants of my self control. I managed to croak out "No Gemma!"
As quick as a flash she moved again, swinging her leg across me, she now sat astride my stomach, this time she took my wrists and held them above my wrists as she leant her face close to mine. I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against the cloth of her pyjama bottoms, and imagined my pre-cum making a damp mark on the light coloured cotton.
"Uncle Mike." She said - the "uncle" both thrilling and scaring me. "It is true what I told you about me being a virgin. But I don't want to be. I want to lose my virginity to someone very special to me. I want YOU to take my virginity, Uncle Mike."
I stared into her beautiful, earnest face, unable to speak, trying to process what she had just said to me, my mouth open in shock. Then leaning further forward, my mouth was suddenly filled with her squirming tongue. Unable to help myself any longer, I kissed her back.
After a while she broke off and sat back, releasing my wrists. Then she said "here they are - you've been staring at them enough! And with one deft movement pulled off her pyjama top to reveal her naked breasts to my eager gaze. I was not disappointed. They were everything I had imagined and more. Firm, full, curving upwards, with protruding nipples. She reached for my wrists again and brought them to her, placing each of my hands onto each magnificent tit. I felt them soft and warm, with a pointy nipple pressing into each palm.
"Oh God, Gemma!" I exclaimed, my hands beginning to gently play with each breast. She leant forwards again and we kissed again. Those tits had done it for me. There was no stopping me now. I slid my hands round her sides and down towards her pert young arse, slipping underneath the waistband of her pyjamas and gripping a firm young buttock in each hand. One hand slid further and she gasped as my fingers found her wet pussy lips. I rubbed her lips and she began to grind into my hand. She was soaking wet and very aroused.
"I guess that's a yes then!" She gasped.
In answer, I let one of my fingers enter her and she threw her head back and squeaked, just stifling herself in time. My family were still all upstairs asleep (I hoped).
"Wait!" she said springing off me and nearly dislocating my wrist. She closed the door and then standing in front of me in the half-light, slipped her pyjama bottoms over her hips, she then wiggled sexily until they formed a pile at her feet. She was now stark naked in front of me and my eyes could not get enough of her. She was simply stunning. I moved to take off my pants but she stepped forwards and did it for me, deftly sliding them down my long legs, then she crawled on hands and knees along the length of my body, she let her beautiful breasts rub along my cock, nearly making me cum just with the sight of that action.
But I wanted my cock to be deep in her body, robbing her of her virginity, taking away her "innocence"... So I took her shoulders and pulled her up me, until she was sitting astride my cock, which was still not in her, it's length pressed against her pussy lips, which I could feel hot and wet.
I saw a moment of concern on her face, as she paused above me. "How should we....?" She started.
"Take my cock and guide it into you. Lower yourself onto it slowly. You can be in control. If it hurts too much you can stop."
She bit her lip and nodded - that simple action nearly made me call a halt, as it made her look like the small girl I had known. But then I looked at that fantastic body. She was 17. Legally old enough where I come from. If not morally right, at least legal!
But she was already making the decision, kneeling up, taking my cock in her hand and gently impaling herself on it. I reached for her shoulders to help steady her. My god her pussy was tight, but so well lubricated that I was sliding in easily.then I sensed a pressure at the end of my cock - my god, she really was a virgin intact! I saw pain on her face and, resisting all my natural urges to thrust into her, waited for her move. She looked into my eyes, nodded once, then thrust herself down. She let out a soft cry and I saw tears spring from her eyes. I let her fall forward to me and I kissed her eyes.
"You, ok?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yeah it hurt like hell, but it feels good too. Just give me a moment."
"Of course"
We kissed gently. I could feel my cock held firmly by her inexperienced vagina. Then very slowly, almost tentatively, she began to rock her hips as she began to ride my length. She kept letting out little gasps of pain, but then moans of pleasure too. Soon the moans came more readily than the gasps.
She arched away from me and my willing hands again found her beautiful tits. I had kept still for as long as I could, but now nature was taking over and I began to thrust with her. Her eyes sprang open and she moaned louder then bit her lip.
"Don't know how long I can last!" I said urgently.
"Ok.... On..... Pill....!" She said through gasps. I guessed she wasn't far off orgasming herself.
I looked down and could see my shaft entering her, hear the slurping of her wet pussy, smell the sweet, musky scent of her sex, feel her nipples rock hard in my hands. The assault on my senses was too much and - thrusting hard I shot my load into that hitherto undefiled pussy, I felt jet after jet leave me. Then, she too, was out of control, writhing, arching her back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, before she collapsed back onto me, her face by my left ear. Her breath hot and ragged. I wrapped my arms around her holding her tight, feeling the sweat on her back.
Then she was crying again, her body racked with sobs. I started to apologise, but she firmly planted her lips on mine to cut out my words. I could taste blood on her lips and it made me think of the blood which must be on her other lips too.
She stopped kissing me and leant above me. I could feel the tears dripping onto my face as she spoke to me urgently, passionately:
"Please don't ever apologise. That was fucking incredible. Yes it hurt, but not much" (I think she lied) "Shit, Uncle Mike! I actually felt you cum inside me. I actually felt it and that made me have the most incredible orgasm I ever had! I wanted this so much - did you not realise I have fancied you for years. I have actually fantasised about this loads of times. But this was way better. Thank you, Uncle Mike!" (Once again, the 'Uncle Mike').
Then she was kissing me again hard on the mouth. I could feel my cock getting flaccid, but still inside her. I could feel our sticky, combined cum juices on me.
"I need to clean up", I whispered. She slid off me and let out a small, amused "Eeewww!", then hand in hand, we hastened to the downstairs bathroom. In the light, I could see her blood on my cock. She grabbed a handful of tissue and shoved it between her legs then knelt in front of me and started to clean my cock. When I tried to help, she playfully slapped my hands away as she gently cleaned me up. When she was done, she planted a little kiss on the tip.
And so began a very happy few days for me. Each night I would sneak back downstairs and me and my daughter's friend would fuck like rabbits. At the end of the week, I offered to drive her home and, on the way, found a quiet lay-by and we had one last goodbye shag in my car.
She hasn't been back to stay for a few months, but I am quietly encouraging my daughter to invite her friend back again soon....!
Kierra
- 01.12.2021
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