Charlie and Uncle Joe

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.

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.

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 the nipples. 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 fear 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! It's just that..." I stammered to a stop. It was hard to admit it. I don't know why I was embarrassed but I was.

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 and he rose up.

Kneeling over me, his knees between my thighs, pushing them wide, he reached for his belt buckle. With deft fingers he made quick work of the clasp before sliding from about his hips. He tossed it to the side and I watched it slither slowly off the bed. It was almost like a portent, slow and sinuous, sensuous.

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.

Then he began to kiss me in earnest. Hot and wet, he trailed kisses down along my jaw to my neck, making me moan and sigh. His lips pressed against my collar bone teasing me and my breath became laboured. When I felt his scorching tongue slide out and swirl around the hollow of my throat my loud 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 again and again. He drew small circles on my collar bone as he kissed his way to my left shoulder. I felt his hand next and it trailed up my right arm. I felt gooseflesh rise up on my skin and shivered hard as my nipples ached badly. 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 young tit. 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, his hand moulding my right breast and I held my breath as his hot kisses and tongue worked their way down closer to my other breast. When he shifted and his tongue quickly swiped beneath the swell of my breast and dashed back up to swirl just as quickly around my nipple I cried out in ecstasy. And then gasped and moaned in pleasure as he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. I could have quite happily stayed in that moment forever.

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

I heard Uncle Joe moan as he quickly swapped sides, his hot mouth eagerly sucking in my peaked nipple, his tongue swirling around and around the tight nub, making me gasp and moan and shake. I felt his teeth lightly lock over my nipple as the very tip of his tongue flicked back and forth across my nipple so fast I squealed at the sensation, my hands automatically coming up to bury themselves in his hair as my clit tingled and ached in response.

I clung to him as his mouth tortured me. He switched back to the first nipple, his hand quick to replace his mouth as his fingers squeezed and rolled it. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, exposing the inner arch of my neck to the night.

His entire body moved against me, rocking forward, as he pressed his spine down toward me putting even more pressure on my pubis as 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 further down. All across my ribcage his hot mouth kissed, 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 to not 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 open centre. His hot mouth kissed and teased at my tummy as I rocked my hips against him. His tongue drew circles around my belly button and he teasingly trailed a line down towards the top of my 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, making me jerk and jump in pleasure.

My whole body was on fire from his teasing. By this time and I was awash with such pleasure I never wanted him to stop. My little pussy was aching with a vengeance, the clit throbbing. What little stimulation I could get through pressing and grinding my pelvis against Uncle Joes chest only succeeded in making me hornier. I think I might have moaned my frustration because I felt Uncle Joe smile against my navel.

He shifted lower, kissing his way across 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 top of my thigh. He kissed along the top edge of the material then, across to the other hip, his chin nudging almost absently against my mound as he did. He repeated himself, 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 nowjustcovering the very small thin strip of hair that graced 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. He did it again, his tongue delving beneath the fabric, and then again and then again, each time pressing his tongue in further until the last time the very tip of his tongue caught the top edge of my slit and pulled at the lip enough to flick it open a fraction and expose my aching clit.

"Oh fuck,Uncle Joe." I gasped.

"Oh God, Charlie." He groaned in response as he yanked at my panties urgently, pulling them low enough to fully expose 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, sliding along my hairless lips. I moaned, crying 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 tentativelybetweenthe 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 with his lips, his tongue moving against it as well. He repeated that on the other side, encouraged by my moans of intense 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 as 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 and tongue working 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 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 finger 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.