Frank’s Daughter
A Tale of Initiation
By STEVESAINT
Used with permission of the author's estate
©2005 STEVESAINT
(Mg, anal)
Hi, my name is Eric, and I lead a very good life! I run my own business, where I can pretty much set my hours, with some accompanying “fringe benefits.” For one thing, my best buddy Frank has a fantastic home with beautiful grounds and a tremendous Olympic-sized pool. He lets me “move in” any time he and his wife are away, which is great since I live in a small apartment, and they travel a lot. Then there is his daughter...oh well, that’s the reason for my story. I guess you would say I’m a good-looking guy. I just turned 29, but my workout regimen has kept my body pretty buff—better than when I was 19! Sounds good, but don’t think I’m some kind of egotistical chick magnet. I guess I’m too shy to be real good with the women. Although I do OK, I have yet to meet Miss Right.
As I was saying, Frank lets me stay at his house when they are on vacation. Their daughter, Tracy, usually stays with a friend when Frank and his wife Lisa are gone, and this is where Tracy was supposed to be today as I took in some sun next to the pool. Since their house is pretty isolated, I always know I’ll have privacy around the pool, so today, as I’ve done many times, I stripped off my trunks and did some real sunbathing...
“My God,” slipped from my mouth in a whisper as I stood looking through the hedges at Uncle Eric’s tanned and muscled body lying next to the pool. He’s not really my uncle, but I’ve been calling him Uncle Eric ever since I was a little girl—of course I’ve never looked at him in THIS way before. All those muscles! ...And that “thing” of his...draped against his thigh...and so huge! I bet you’re wondering how I can know it’s a big one? Even though I’m only 12, I’ve seen a few: Billy Hopkins, his brother Jimmy, and their nerdy friend Ralph showed me theirs last month—they wanted me to touch them, yuck (but I didn’t)—like, they were tiny little things compared to what Uncle Eric had. I’m not really sure what’s happening to me, but as I stand here peeking at Uncle Eric, I’m starting to feel a little funny, especially between my legs. In sex-ed class, my teacher told us all this stuff about sex, about when a man puts his penis into a woman’s vagina and where baby’s come from and stuff like that, but like, she didn’t tell us anything about this funny feeling I’m having and how I’m getting all wet down there. All I know is it feels good...but like something’s still missing. Oh, I don’t know how to describe it, but I just had to touch myself...
Wow, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I didn’t realize Tracy was home until I glanced over at the back yard hedge and saw her playing with herself. She had her hand down in her bikini bottoms, and she was really stroking it! It was an amazing sight! I really didn’t believe a 12-year-old could have that kind of climax, but it must have been a beauty; when she came, she let out a low moan and I could see her body shudder, but I tried not to let on I saw the whole thing. Unfortunately, my cock can have a mind of its own. Watching the marvelous sight, I got what must have been the stiffest hard-on I ever had. Man, it actually ached...
I couldn’t help myself. I had this picture in my head of Uncle Eric’s muscled arms holding me, and his big penis touching me. I kept rubbing my finger harder and harder against the little piece of skin down there, and the feeling kept getting better and better, and my finger went faster and faster, and before I knew it the feeling just sort of exploded. It was the most fantastic pleasure I think I’ve ever felt in my life. My whole body shook, as a giant wave of this pleasure swept through me over and over again. I think I even made some noise, it felt so good. I should have been worried about Uncle Eric hearing me, yet at this point I couldn’t think straight. It took me a while to settle down from that surprisingly super feeling, but when I did, I got an even bigger surprise. Uncle Eric’s penis was now hard, and sticking almost straight up into the air! I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I didn’t really know what was going on, but I can tell you that feeling was coming back. I started to figure it out—maybe Uncle Eric did hear me, so I wasn’t going to worry about it. I know one thing, I just have to get closer to his “thing” since it must be causing these feelings, and the feelings are GOOD...
Oh, shit, Tracy’s walking toward me. Here I am naked with the biggest woody of my life and I’m afraid to let her know I saw what she was doing. How do I play this one? I’ll just pretend I was sleeping, and not let it bother me that she sees me naked...
As I walked over to Uncle Eric, I got the feeling he was only faking sleep. Did he see me? Is that why his penis is so hard? Did I do that? I guess I still wasn’t thinking straight—what do I say now that I’m standing over him?
“Uncle Eric, like, do Mom and Dad know you lay out here without any clothes on?”
Eric looks up; “do you’re parents know about that tiny little bikini you’re wearing?”
“Sure, my mom helped me pick it out. It’s not like I’m so big up top I’m showing off or anything.”
“I think it shows off a lot.”
“Is it why your penis is all hard and swollen? Have you been thinking of me in my bikini?”
Eric couldn’t help noticing that as Tracy was talking to him, she kept staring at his cock. “Were you thinking about me when you were behind the hedge over there?”
Oh, no, he did see me! What if he tells my folks? Shit, I’m screwed. But I guess he can’t really tell because then he’ll be admitting he watched me, and wouldn’t my mom and dad think that was bad too? Besides, I’m so close to him the feelings are starting to come back real fast. I wish I could touch myself again to bring the feeling back, but I can’t do it here in front of Uncle Eric. I’m so mixed up right now...
Boy, did she turn red when I said that I saw her. Her blush didn’t last long though, replaced by something else. She is light skinned, with soft, downy little blond hairs on her body matching her light blond head of hair. I could see even after her blush disappeared, it was replaced with a pink, flushed tinge. I suppose by this time my cock should have drooped, but I had two pictures playing in my mind. One was the memory of her getting herself off a few minutes ago, and the other was my imagination of what her little teen pussy must look like with velvety blond pubic hair. If anything, my cock ached even more, and was still hard as a rock...
“Can I like, touch it?”
“Oh, Tracy, you’re going to get me in trouble!”
“Nobody’s home...nobody will find out, Uncle Eric, but I just have to find out what it feels like and why looking at it makes me feel funny inside.”
“OK, we’ll make a deal. I’ll let you touch it if you take your bikini off.”
I told you my cock has a mind of its own, and it’s taken over! She smiled and reached around to undo the bra...God, gorgeous little points with tiny pink nipples that seemed to stiffen when uncovered. She slipped out of her bottoms and revealed a sight more beautiful than my imagination had conjured up. Her pussy was almost little-girl bald, but with soft little wisps of near-invisible, light blond hair. Without the slightest hesitation, she knelt down next to me and palmed the shaft of my swollen cock. That’s all it took, as streams and streams of cum jetted from me. Because I was lying down, the first squirt went flying right over my head. When I started to cum, she must have been really surprised, since she sort of jerked (boy is that the right word!) my cock a little to side, spreading a subsequent stream all over her chest. I didn’t think I ever came that much before...
Ohmygog! What just happened? Uncle Eric and I are all covered in this white, gooey stuff that came flying out of his penis. This must be what makes babies! (I’m not worried since my teacher told us in sex-ed class it had to go “inside” to make babies, and the white stuff is only outside of me.) I started to touch it and rub it, first on Uncle Eric’s chest and then on mine. I noticed his penis wasn’t all stiff like before, but it did have some of the white stuff dripping from the end. Seeing that I’m touching everything today, I just had to feel his penis one more time...
When she stopped feeling and rubbing the puddles of cum on her and on me, she reached over and started daubing cum droplets from the head of my cock up and down the shaft. I don’t believe it—he’s stiffening up again...
“Was that a good thing, Uncle Eric?”
“Oh yes!”
“Was what you felt something like what I felt before, when I was over there?”
“Yes, Tracy, it’s called an orgasm. It’s one of the best pleasures there is in life.”
“It was—it was! I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good before.” Tracy hesitated; “My friend Melissa said the orgasm thingy happened when you had sex, but that’s not what we were doing, was it?”
“It was something like it, yes. We didn’t go all the way but we each still had an orgasm.”
“Does ‘all the way’ mean, like, putting your penis in my vagina?”
Ah...yes it does...we shouldn’t be doing that.”
“Why not, Uncle Eric?”
“Because it’s wrong,” Eric quickly said.
“How can something feeling so good be wrong? I want to feel it again and again. And I think you do too,” she said, looking down at the thickening cock.
We’re past the point of no return. I’m going to fuck her. The look on her face—she knows it too. I rose from the big beach towel, reached down and lifted her into my arms, and began walking over to the lounge chair at the corner of the pool. I swear, she actually swooned (is that the word?) and I could feel a trickle of wetness on my forearm, the one her ass was lying on. My cock was super stiff once more...
When Uncle Eric picked me up, all those feelings came rushing back. I wanted to rub myself like before to make the orgasm happen again, but I knew somehow he was going to take care of that. With his strong arms holding me and my breast just lightly touching his muscular chest, a little mini-tremor washed over me, and I got so wet down there I thought I peed. He gently lay me down on the lounge chair. He stood there just looking at me for what seemed like a long time, but I didn’t care because I was staring at his hard penis and thinking what it will feel like inside me. He slowly fell to his knees next to the chair and started to caress me all over...
I’m in awe of this girl. I know a lot of men prefer big-titted women, but kneading Tracy’s small, firm, budding breasts was a fantastic turn-on. My cock ached even more than before, if that’s possible. Suddenly she arched her back, inched open her thighs, and moved her fingers down to her pussy. I stopped her—that was my job...
“Please, Uncle Eric, let me have another orgasm.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll have some more, but let me give it to you.”
Just thinking about being here—about to fuck my best friend’s 12-year-old daughter—almost made me crazy. Quite a bit of fluid was leaking out of my cock and I couldn’t control it whatsoever (sex stories refer to this as “pre-cum,” which I always thought was a pretty funny name)...as I used my hands to study this marvelous little body in front of me. I slowly spread her legs and moved my tongue closer to her peach-fuzzed pussy...
I can hardly breathe! My mind is filled with a zillion pictures, and my body is wracked by a zillion sensations: Uncle Eric’s hard penis still dripping the creamy stuff; the sun warming my body as Uncle Eric rubs first one breast and then the other; those muscles; the wondering if his big penis can fit inside my vagina; the hunger to touch myself; the hunger to have his penis in me; the hunger to feel the orgasm again...
“Wha...?” she pants when she feels my tongue lick the inside of her thigh (of course, she doesn’t know what I’m doing, since she doesn’t have any experience with sex). I run the tip of my tongue along the outer lips of her pussy. The sweetness! The tip of my tongue lightly brushes against the small nub of her clit, and she cums. ‘Can a young teen girl cum like this?’ I ask myself for the second time this morning. Her legs clamping vise-like onto my head and a shiver rushing through her body, as a long, low moan escapes from her lips. I just went with the flow (that’s a good one!) and thrust my tongue into her pussy as far as I could and drank up her juices. I almost came myself...
When Uncle Eric put his mouth down there I didn’t know what he was doing, but when his tongue touched me I just knew. The wave of pleasure was much better than before. How can I feel a chill over my body and feel warm at the same time? I lost all thought and just enjoyed...
At first I thought she passed out. She was definitely in some sort of post-climactic glow. I slowly extricated myself from between her legs, and then caressed her body for a while until she came down.
“Oh, Uncle Eric, that was the best feeling in the world!” she said in a near whisper.
“I’m glad I could help,” he says with a little chuckle.
“Is that what sex is? I thought sex was, like, putting your penis in my vagina? You put your tongue in me.”
“Just like what you did with your fingers before, it’s another form of sex. Men and women have lots of ways to bring each other to orgasm.”
“Did you orgasm now, too?”
“Ah...no, I didn’t...you can see my cock is still very hard.”
She giggles “you said ‘cock’. Is that what you call your penis?”
“It’s just another name for a man’s penis, but maybe not the most polite name.”
“When you used your mouth on me, it made me have an orgasm. Can I use my mouth on you to give you one?”
“Sure...umm...but be careful...remember how much cum I shot a little while ago when you touched me.”
“Is that what it’s called – ‘cum’? Is that what makes babies? Will it make babies if it’s in my mouth?
“No, no, I was just worried about how much, and your mouth being small I don’t want you to choke. ‘Cum’ is just another of those crude words men use to describe it...the fancy terms are to call the liquid ‘semen’ and to call the squirting ‘ejaculation.’ ”
“When it’s in my mouth, do I swallow it? What does it taste like?”
“Oh, honey, you can swallow it or spit it out, it won’t matter to me...and I really don’t know what it tastes like, but women have told me it doesn’t have much of a taste, either good or bad.”
“OK, let me use my mouth to make you...cum”
I scoot her up in the chair so she’s sitting down. I’m going to have to coach her, I realize, but what a return on my investment! By this time my cock is only semi-rigid as I stand before her, which is OK; when my cock gets fully erect again I know the angle will be wrong. We’ll adjust positions when we get there, I think. I explain the technique to her. She enthusiastically grabs the shaft of my cock, and after hesitating for a couple of seconds slowly glides the head of my cock between her lips. I fought the urge to thrust the damn thing down her throat. She seems to be working up her courage as she realizes she has to stretch her lips pretty wide to take the girth of my cock deeper into her mouth, but she doesn’t stop...
I hope I’m doing this right. I want Uncle Eric to have the same great feelings I had. I am a little nervous...his penis—his cock—is so big compared to my mouth I know I can’t fit it all in there. Do I have to, to make it work? I can actually feel him getting even bigger and harder now that he’s going deeper into my mouth...
I know she’s having a hard time. It’s time to change positions. I assure her she’s doing a great job and suggest I lay down on the beach towel so she can have a better angle and not stretch her mouth so much. I carry her back over to the towel and coax her into the best position next to me on the ground. By this time, my cock is back to maximum hardness. I don’t think it will take long...
I put more and more of his penis...his cock...in my mouth with each up-and-down motion. I keep one hand holding the base of his cock, while the other sneaks down between my legs. My lips are really stretched and I’m choking a little when the end goes to the back of my mouth, but I don’t care. I know I’m making Uncle Eric feel good, and those feelings are starting to come back strong. Uncle Eric has a hand in my hair, pushing my head down with every thrust. When I thought I couldn’t take any more of his cock in my mouth, a hot stream of juice shot down my throat, choking me a little. He must have ‘cum’! So much juice pushed into my mouth I almost gagged, but I somehow knew if I gagged and pulled away Uncle Eric wouldn’t like it, and besides, he was still pushing my head down. I swallowed and swallowed his juice, but it seemed to keep coming and coming (maybe that’s why it’s called that!). After a few moments, he relaxed his grip of my hair, and I lifted my head so his cock could pop out of my mouth. I looked at him to see if I did OK. He was all sweaty, his mouth was open in a little smile, and his cock still had some trickles of juice coming out. He looked into my eyes and reached over, pulling me towards him. He wrapped those magnificent, muscled arms around me and held me in a close embrace there on the big beach towel. I was a little girl the last time I felt this warm and protected in the arms of a man. My father would always hug me before going to bed, but it never felt this good—warm, snug and safe in Uncle Eric’s arms. This is the best day of my life...
Wow, that was something else! Her damn mouth was so warm and tight...it was the best blowjob of my life...and from a sweet novice! After lying there awhile, she looked into my eyes and in a whisper asked me if she did it right. Do you believe that? This amazing little pre-woman mouthed a good portion of my cock and swallowed a lot of my cum, and had to ask if she did a good job. I smiled back and told her she was the best, rewarding me with her biggest smile. I kept thinking about how tight and warm her mouth had been, and wondered what her tight little virgin pussy was going to feel like. Amazingly, my cock began to swell once again. Whoa, boy—let’s cool it a little bit, I think...
While lying in his arms, I keep thinking of how fantastic the feelings were (orgasm!) when I first put my fingers down there, then when Uncle Eric put his tongue there. I wanted more! What will his cock feel like when it goes into me? Will it hurt...I mean, it was almost too big for my mouth? Somehow, though, I knew it would be better than all the other feelings...
“Uncle Eric, are we going to go all the way now?”
“We will, sweetie, but first let’s go for a dip in the pool to clean up and cool off a little...ok?”
“You promise you’ll still want to put your...cock in me.”
“Oh yes, yes, Tracy. I’ll keep that promise.”
We stepped into the pool. The water felt great; with all the sex I forgot about the sun and didn’t realize I was burning a little bit in some places. With her hair all wet and her body glistening in the sun, Tracy looks like every man’s fantasy of the nymphet. I kept telling myself to slow down...I wanted her again! While we swam I ran through the different scenarios of how to proceed. She’s a virgin, so there’s going to be some blood and pain. Do we fuck out here (not the most comfortable) or do we do it in the house? My bed in the guest bedroom is best...I’ll get rid of the soiled sheets after we’re through. I thought, could she even take me? My cock’s good-sized and she’s such a little thing...oh, man, I don’t want to hurt her...
I glanced at Uncle Eric in the pool and I could tell he was thinking pretty hard about something. I hope he’s not changing his mind...he promised! I swim over to him and—wouldn’t you know it—the feelings came back as I looked at his body and saw the shape of his penis below the waterline. Maybe I got real wet again, but I couldn’t tell, being in the pool and all. Uncle Eric smiled at me and said: “let’s dry off and go into the house...”
I led her to the guest bedroom, where I sleep when visiting. We didn’t talk much along the way. I was more nervous now than before (what’s this? —I’m thinking now, not my cock?). Can I still convince myself to fuck this 12-year-old girl?
“Are we going to do it in bed?”
“Yes Tracy. That’s where most men and women have sex. It’s more comfortable and then we can relax a little after.”
“You’ll have to show me how. Do I lay down like I did outside?”
“Sure, let’s just lie down next to each other and hold each other for a while, OK. We don’t have to rush anything.”
Her voice grew hoarse as she said “But I want to have another orgasm now.”
“Don’t worry hon, remember, I promised.”
We pulled down the bedspread and reclined on the sheets like Uncle Eric said, and in a few minutes he started touching me all over like by the pool. Even though he’s a big, strong guy, he was very gentle. He began whispering in my ear, telling me about how it was going to work. He told me because it was my first time, there was going to be a little blood and it might hurt for a tiny while, but after that the orgasm would come. I got scared for minute, and asked him about babies. He told me he was going to wear a condom on his cock so his cum would not get in me (our teacher told us about condoms in sex-ed, but I really didn’t know what she meant). He reached over to the nightstand by the bed, opened the drawer, and pulled out a couple of little square packages. He opened one and took out this round, rubbery ring-thing. He handed it to me and asked me to unroll it, explaining this was a condom and would go over his cock like a covering, trapping his cum inside. He explained the slippery stuff on the outside was lubricant to help it slide into the woman better. He told me to throw this one off the bed since we’ll use the new one in the other package. (This concept of putting a covering on a penis was intriguing to me, but something in my mind made it seem as if somehow it would be less satisfying.) He told me how we would have to try different ‘positions’ to make it the best, and he was expecting me to let him know if each position felt good or not so good. However, by this time my thoughts and my heart were racing, as Uncle Eric lightly brushed his fingers down my inner thigh to my vagina opening. Another wave is starting...
I didn’t want her to have any surprises as I began foreplay. I wanted her to be relaxed—and wet—before I attempted entry. I shouldn’t have worried about the wet part, remembering her earlier gushes. As I stroked her clit, her pussy began to practically drip with natural lubrication. She arched her back a bit as I inched my middle finger into her hole. For the umpteenth time today I pondered how a pre-teen girl could get so wet. My hidden agenda with the finger was to see if I could get a jump-start on breaking her hymen. Ah, there it is. I began to rub my finger back and forth trying to tweak her cherry. I didn’t plan it that way, but as my finger began to shred her cherry, she came. I know she felt the breaking, as a little “ooh” snuck in between the soft mewling of her climax. There was some blood, but not much. I knew my cock would finish the breaking. She was panting as another orgasmic shudder hit her. Watching and feeling her cum again had the desired effect...my cock was at full erection once more. I so much wanted to ram it between those tight pink pussy-lips, but I had to control myself and not hurt her. What I had to do was keep her near this ‘high’ and then keep it going...
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh. Not much conscious thought, just the sensation of these waves of utter pleasure. I know something felt funny, too...that must have been the little pain Uncle Eric warned me about, but he hasn’t even put it in me yet, has he? He rubs between my legs for a few seconds, and then he stops, reaches for the condom package, opens it and begins unrolling the ring over his cock. Oh, God...it looks even bigger and harder than when we were by the pool. Is it going to fit? Uncle Eric bends down and lifts both my legs into the air. He inches closer on his knees, and placing my legs on his shoulders while cupping my bottom in his hands to lift me up, moves his cock closer to me. Even though I was still light-headed from the last wave of orgasm, I stare as he guides his cock into my vagina. I wasn’t quite sure if the object was just to put it in there, but I figure he has to move it back and forth like when it was in my mouth. He is being gentle...he just pushes it in a little at a time. Even with it in a few inches (so much more to go!) it starts to hurt a little. I watch as he keeps pushing it a little more inside...
I’m using every bit of willpower I have to keep from ramming my cock all the way. What a wondrous sight! Those big blue eyes are staring at my cock as it inches into her pussy. I can feel the warm wetness of Tracy’s pussy envelop the head of my cock, but it’s so tight I can only go 2 inches in before a look of distress shows up on her face. This isn’t going to work for me, but I’ll make it work for her...
I love my Uncle Eric! I know he wants to put it all the way in, but he knows it’s hurting me a bit. He’s only moving it in a little, yet that’s enough of a rubbing down there for another orgasm. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh...
This orgasm must have been more intense (is it possible?) than anything earlier. Tracy was mewling like a little kitten, shaking all over, as she reached down and grabbed the shaft of my cock, popping it out of her. I came in an instant, filling the condom-bulb with cum to the point I thought it would burst. You know...I don’t even think she knew what she did, or that I came. She had found a new, higher plateau. Call Ripley’s! Even though I’d cum (for, what, the third time today?) my meaty pal was as stiff as ever! Tracy lay on the bed as if in a trance. I got off the bed, stripped off the used condom, got a new one from the nightstand, and put it on. I leaned down and lifted Tracy into my arms. Our eyes locked as my mouth found hers...
My first real kiss! Not some family peck kind of kiss, but a kiss from a real man! Uncle Eric used his tongue to part my lips. He flicked his tongue around inside my mouth like he was tickling me. I don’t know why but having his tongue in my mouth started another wave of pleasure...
Dammit...she swooned again! Her pussy was as wet as it ever would be, I reckoned, so now was the time. I had her stand up near the dresser. She was still dazed, so I don’t think she really knew (or cared) what I was doing. I made her hold on to the top of the dresser as I lifted one of her legs as high up as I could off the floor. Only spreading her like a wishbone was going to let me get all the way inside. Thankfully her young body was lithe enough to bend like that. While in her ‘ballerina’ pose, I lean in, rubbing the head of my cock up her left leg (the one still on the floor), and I enter her. My progress wasn’t as gentle this time. Her pussy was spread open as much as possible, but it was still amazingly tight for my cock. I don’t know how long my cock is (I’m not narcissistic enough to measure it) but I do know from being in a few locker rooms it’s quite a bit longer and thicker than most men’s. I went half way in on a few strokes. Tracy was panting like a dog by now, with a glazed look in her eyes. In a few more strokes I went for it and penetrated her all the way to her cervix. A guttural sound came from her mouth, which grew louder and louder as she came again and again. With her pussy gripping my cock like a vise, I came and came and came, lifting her completely off the floor as my whole body arched from the intensity of the ejaculation...
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I pulled my cock from her, lowered her right leg to the floor, scooped her up into my arms and laid her softly on the bed. Stripping off the condom (did I really cum that much?), I stretched out next to her on the bed and held her tight, as we both went to sleep...
Was all this a dream? When I woke up later that afternoon with Uncle Eric holding me, I knew it was real. I pull away a little bit and look up and down his body. I’ve had all these mixed-up feelings around Uncle Eric ever since I can remember. I used to look at him and think how come other boys don’t look like him, with his cute face, flat stomach, and muscles everywhere. Little did I know the best muscle of all was the one I never saw. I snuggle closer to him and reach down to hold his penis (it still sounds funny calling it a cock) in my hand. I want to have some more, and more, and more...
Sweet Jesus! I awoke to the feeling of Tracy’s hand wrapped around my cock. He’s growing again—is there any more cum in me? Tracy looked at me with a dreamy-sleepy look on her face and asked me if we could do it again. I didn’t really know what to say—shit, I began to think I’d created a monster—will she ever be satisfied, I wondered? With my newest erection, however, it was my cock once again was doing the thinking. I said yes.
“Uncle Eric, I thought we were going to have sex on the bed, but then you made me stand up. Is that what you meant before when you said something about positions?” Tracy said, continuing to lightly touch the ever-stiffening cock.
“Ahhh...yes, there are many different ways a man can fuck a woman.”
“Ha-ha, you said a bad word! My step-mom tells dad all the time not to say the f-word. Does it mean having sex?”
“Well, it is a crude word people use sometimes to mean the same as sex. Your step-mom is right, it’s not a nice word and I shouldn’t have used it.”
“It’s OK Uncle Eric, you can use any words you want to...you’ve made this the best day of my life!”
“Oh, Tracy...you know we can’t go on doing this...people wouldn’t understand...your father would hate me if he found out,” he stammered. “I could go to jail if anyone found out, because you’re so young.”
“I’ll never tell anyone. I don’t want anything to happen to you. It’ll be our secret forever. OK, Uncle Eric?” After a few seconds, Tracy asks, “Was it your favorite position before, or is there another one you like that we can try?”
I described a few different sexual positions to her, especially “doggie style” (I didn’t call it that when telling her about it...she wouldn’t have cared for the term, I’m sure)—my favorite, I must admit. She kind of liked the idea, I think, as we both got to our knees, facing each other on the bed. She got a little scared when she noticed the blood on the sheets for the first time. I reminded her of what I said earlier about losing her virginity, and she calmed down. I took her too-young face in my hands and kissed her passionately, letting her get the full sensation of my stiff cock touching her girl-belly. She just melted into me as we kissed. I held her with one arm as I moved the other hand down to her pussy, and began to stroke the opening. It wasn’t long before she was wet again. I loosened the embrace and turned her over on the bed, positioning her on her knees, with her ass in the air and her head on the pillow. Maybe I’m the one in heat now. I can hardly breathe as I stare at those beautiful little ass-cheeks and those bald, pudgy pussy lips between them. I almost forgot to put on a rubber, but caught myself and got one from the dresser (not many left!) and rolled it on. Before I entered her, I slowly ran my hands around her ass and brushed her pussy a few times. She moved her head on the pillow to look back at me with a “are you going to stick it in or what” look. As I touched her pussy again, her eyes rolled up a little and I knew she was ready. Was I? With a hand on each side of her ass, I put the head of my cock between her pussy lips and started to thrust, going a little deeper with every stroke. She reached back and momentarily grasped one of my hands, as if for encouragement. With the shaft of my cock rubbing her clit hard with every stroke, she was panting again, and as wet as ever. I slid my hands down to her waist to get leverage as I pulled harder and harder and thrust faster and faster and deeper and deeper, stretching her to the limit. She came with a loud groan, her pussy rippling with contractions. My cock was at its hardest and most swollen, ready to let go, slamming her cervix with every stroke. The extreme stretching of her vagina and the assault on her cervix had the opposite effect from what my sex-crazed mind thought would be, since her first convulsion of orgasm was followed by another, much more powerful one. With a final thrust, my cock hit her cervix again (can a man’s cock go beyond a woman’s cervix into her womb? —I think mine did on the last thrust!) and I exploded with the most fantastic climax, grunting as I shot one load after another. Starting to come down from her high, and knowing I had come (how could she miss it with all the jerking and grunting I’d done) she looked back at me kneeling behind her lovely ass and grinned madly at me. I slowly withdrew the length of my cock from her pussy, creating an almost inaudible popping sound when the cock-head came out. Not bothering to remove the condom, I plopped down next to her in bed. She wasn’t about to let me rest...
SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX! The physical sensations are too overwhelming for me. The feelings! His strong hands holding me tight...the “fullness”...the wave after wave of tremendous pleasure going from between my legs to up and down my spine. I know now what people mean when they say they saw stars. When Uncle Eric came, my mind was full of them. After a while, when he lay next to me, I rolled to face him and reached over to touch his now softening cock. Realizing the condom was still on, I slid it off, letting loose a lot of the cum that was trapped inside, getting it all over me. I rubbed it all over my stomach, enjoying the wet, warm sensation. I had the urge to kiss this wonderful man, so I rolled on top of him and put my tongue in his mouth like he did to me before...
No woman has ever kissed me with as much passion as this 12-year-old girl. She lay on top of me with her legs straddling my torso, sucking on my mouth like there’s no tomorrow. I could feel her little pointy tits rubbing against my chest and her pubic bone rubbing against my belly, and damn, wouldn’t you know it, my cock started to get hard again. She felt it against her thigh, or something, because she broke the kiss and whispered, “Is this another good position?” I told her we should wait a while, but after all she has experienced today, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. When I told her she should let me up to get another condom, she whispered she didn’t want me to use one...she wanted to “feel me” in her. Oh shit, what do I do now? She reached down between her legs and, like a pro, guided my cock-head into her. She hesitatingly began the slow up-and-down rhythm of riding my cock, impaling herself on me more with each thrust of her hips. Her body had taken over. Her pelvic thrusts were so violent that soon I could feel my cock plow into her cervix once again. She started to cum and cum and cum. At the last second before I came, I shifted her up a bit to let my cock pop out. With the shaft of my cock nestled between her ass cheeks, streams of thick cum shot into the air; most landing on her back, some on the bed, and one gob somehow finding my arm. All the while, she ground her pubic mound into mine to prolong the latest orgasmic surge...
Many, many feelings...but ALL GOOD! This last one was the best. Uncle Eric’s cock filled me up completely, and it felt warm and squiggly as it moved in and out of me. I just know the little penises the boys had would never have felt like this. This must be what Heaven is like, I thought, as I slowly rolled off Uncle Eric. He held me tight with those strong arms of his, as I drifted off to sleep...
She slept the sleep of babes. I drifted off for a while myself, oblivious to the damp sheets from all the cum and sweat. I awoke later thinking “wow, it’s getting dark already...we’ve been fucking all day!” I lay there a long while looking at her cherubic face. Now what am I going to do? How can I ever be sure this day will remain a secret? Shit, I’m a dead man one way or the other, I think. When she awoke, I suggested we jump into the shower to clean ourselves off. Tracy and I played around in the shower like two kids, but this let me know that for the first time today, she seemed to be sexually satisfied. She still had the ‘glow’ in her cute blond body as we got out of the shower, so I quickly suggested we put our suits back on, go out to the pool, and lounge on the big double-sized inflatable float. We floated around in the pool for a while in silence, the pool water shimmering in the light from the backyard flood lamps. I began to explain to Tracy she couldn’t expect to keep having sex with me. We talked about boys; that someday she’ll meet the young man of her dreams. I explained to her she should not give her sex away to just anybody. I told her I considered myself the luckiest guy in the world because she shared her sex with me today. However, I encouraged her to save this special gift of herself for the right man when he comes along. She wanted to know how she could tell if a boy was the right one. I said the feelings she had today would come back stronger than ever when she meets the right guy. She liked that idea. She told me, in her own child-like way, she understood we couldn’t have a real relationship, but she would always have a special love for me as the one who introduced her to the wonders of sex. She promised me she would save her sex for the right person when she got older. As we talked, we lost track of all time. It’s so dark and quiet—what time is it anyway?
Later we rolled off the big air mattress into the pool water. She waded to the ladder and started to climb out, but before she did she effortlessly slipped out of her suit, looked back at me in the pool and asked if this might make a good position, smiling all the time. What will this be for me, number 5? I slid out of my suit, catching the waistband momentarily on my hard-on, and then stepped onto the lowest rung of the pool ladder. I positioned her so I could enter her from behind. I could tell this was going to be a less frantic coupling...my cock going into her (so tight!) and beginning to get into a rhythm as I slowly thrust my hips. As I was fucking her, she leaned her head back and whispered the most amazing question...
“You told me this morning there’re many ways we could cum, Uncle Eric; can you show me another way?” Tracy moaned as he continued his rhythm. “You...used your tongue...you put your cock in my mouth...and in my...vagina” She panted “...is there another way?”
“There is, honey, but oh, we can’t do it that way...you’re too small and it would hurt,” He grunted as his pace quickened.
“I would...let you hurt...me...if it felt good...for you” Tracy wheezed, as the first twinge of orgasm caught her.
“Ohhhh, hon.” he groaned as he came.
I almost screwed up, as I caught myself and pulled out of her on the first squirt. Cum shot over her arched back. Did I pull out in time? My frenzied mind thought “did she just ask me for anal sex?” On this thought, my cock spat one last, surprisingly long jet of jism onto her backside. I pulled her back into the pool, where we held each other for a while in post-coital delight. She asked me why I pulled my cock out and I reminded her about making babies. She giggled and said “oh yeah.” After we climbed out of the pool and dried off, we went back into the house where I made some sandwiches (We haven’t eaten all day! -Sex as food!). Throwing on some loose clothes, we ate in the kitchen and talked small-talk, which inexorably got back to her last question. As delicately as I could, I explained the concept of anal sex to her. I could see she wasn’t quite sure about the wisdom of putting a cock where “gross” stuff came out (her words). I could also tell that after all the experiences of today, she was willing to try anything...
When Uncle Eric was telling me about having sex back there, I could tell by his face this was something he would really like. He told me it might hurt, but he told me that before, and it didn’t hurt too much after the first time in my vagina. Maybe he’s just trying to be nice to me (oh yes, he’s been the nicest person in the whole world today!) Besides, I just had this memory of that time a few months ago when I had a difficult time going to the bathroom (my step-mom said I was ‘constipated’) and when I finally did it was so big squeezing out, a shiver went up my spine. Was that like the feelings (orgasm—my new favorite word!) I’ve been having today? And Uncle Eric’s penis isn’t much bigger than that...shit... is it? (BUT IT IS a little voice in my brain shouts.) “I’m yours, Uncle Eric,” I say to him, as he lifts me once again into his arms and kisses me...
This has been one tremendous day! I may end up in jail, I thought, but I’m going to enjoy her to the end—a great choice of words...end...as I contemplate her little pink, puckered ass ring. I’ve got to find some K-Y or something to make this work, so I lead her back to the master bath where I find a partial tube of the lubricating jelly in the cabinet (Frank and Lisa, you sly devils!). She surprises me in the bathroom by pulling down my sweat pants, falling to her knees, and taking my flaccid cock in her mouth...
All the memories of Uncle Eric and I having sex came flooding back to me as I watched him search through the medicine cabinet for something (another condom?). I could feel the urge wash over me again and I wanted his cock to be so hard and in me, no matter where. I surprised him when I pulled his pants down, but he didn’t stop me from putting his cock in my mouth. Hooray, he’s getting hard again!
This is fantastic, but not what I had in mind right then, so I slowly lifted her to her feet and helped her out of her clothes. I couldn’t help it when exposing her 12-year-old, budding body again; I hugged and kissed her once more. My lust for her ass would not make it to the bedroom, so I coaxed her torso over the edge of the big tub, keeping her legs outside and her ass in full display in front of me. I knelt down and stroked her pussy lips with one hand as I struggled to uncap the K-Y tube with the other. She started to coo from the stroking when I finally got the tube open and squirted a small dollop onto her puckered anus. Without hesitation I poked one and then two fingers into her ass. She squirmed a bit, but with my other hand still rubbing her clit, she didn’t yet protest. I worked a third finger into her. I drove both hands, stroking the three fingers of one hand in and out of her ass while tweaking her clit with a finger from the other. She groaned, but was warming to the action as her pussy quickly got as wet as ever, and her sphincter loosened noticeably. Needless to say, my cock was near full attention, almost as hard as it’s been all day. I pulled my fingers from her ass and spread a good measure of jelly on the shaft of my cock, as well as her now-loosened opening. Before I lost my nerve, I placed the lubricated head of my cock at her anus and pushed it inside. She hissed and moaned and said something under her breath—I caught the word ‘hurts’ but nothing else—as her knees slammed against the tub wall. Unless she screamed in agony, I wasn’t going to stop. I fought the primal urge and inched my cock ever so slowly into her ass...a little deeper with each stroke. When I was about half way in, I could feel her constrict, but wasn’t sure if it was from the pressure on her little sphincter muscle or the beginning of another climax. I didn’t care by this time as I went deeper and deeper into her rectum. I was bottoming out—my entire length is going into her—as she grunts, moans, growls, and finally screams from the immense orgasm. I kept slamming into her while reaching for her pussy to feel the spasms and the sheer wetness of her cum. I could feel the spasms on the shaft of my ready-to-explode cock from inside her ass. I let go with a loud roar, filling her with stream after stream. I held that position for a long time, hugging her with my cock still buried deep inside. Knowing we both would be aching soon from our not-so-comfortable positions, I pulled my drained cock from her ass with a pop, with copious amounts of cum and some brown shit-fluid leaked from her dilated anal opening. I mopped her up with a guest towel (something else to wash with my sheets) and then lifted her from the tub. She smiled and hugged me tight. We showered again, I put fresh linen on the bed and we lay down to sleep. I think she hugged me all night.
In the morning, we made love again (slowly this time, and in a more conventional position).
[Later that summer]
I’m not under arrest, and Frank still calls me friend, so I guess Tracy has kept our lovemaking a secret. No, we haven’t even come close to that one-day’s activity level since. I think she understands what I told her about us, and keeping herself for someone special (and her own age). She still calls me Uncle Eric, and no one seems to catch the way she looks at me...or maybe they think it’s just some innocent, puppy love thing going down. Anyway, I still get to come over and use the pool. Today, I’m sunning by the pool (Speedos ON this time!) when all of a sudden I see Lisa walk out of the patio door with nothing on! Maybe she doesn’t know I’m there, I reason, as she seems to be completely oblivious to the fact I’m watching her. She putters around a bit, picking up things, tidying up. Boy, you lucky dog, Frank. She looks good. A full figured blond, with curves in all the right places, and I can see a nicely shaved pussy as she walks around the pool area. She’s showing off...she wants me to see her. Then it hits me: Oh shit, Tracy must have told her about me, and now she wants some too! And I’m encouraging her, I realize, since my cock is bulging at the sight of her, stretching my Speedos and poking out beyond the waistband.
No more subterfuge, as Lisa walks over to me and strikes a sexy pose, with one leg on the lounge chair, all the while sneaking looks at my very erect cock barely hidden by the skimpy fabric. I can smell her woman-scent—that musky scent emanating from her obviously wet cunt. She leans down and caresses the outline of my stiff rod through the suit, saying “Oooh, Eric, you’ve been a bad boy with that magnificent cock of yours...will you be a bad boy with me too?” I look into her eyes and see the animal lust. Without another word, she slides off my suit and straddles me...
Oh, Frank, what will you do to me if you find out I’m screwing your daughter and your wife?
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