Perverts 'R' Us
My First Time
By DFWGirl ( M/g, inc, cons, 1st )
This is a continuation of my first story about my experiences with my uncle. This is a true story and is written to the best of my recollection. Considering it took place during the late 1950's I may have embellished a few memories, but not many. My uncle died last year aged well into his 80's. His last words to me were "I love you little girl". His words meant as much to me then, in my 50's, as they did when I was 9. I was in love with him then and I still love him now and I miss him terribly! I wrote this and the first story to show that with love and tenderness there can be a meaningful intergenerational relationship. I would love to hear from anyone else with similar experiences. Email me at dfwgirl123@yahoo.com.
When I was 9, my uncle and I had been sleeping together for almost a year. It didn't start out as sexual, but almost by accident we started playing adult games, which led gradually to a variety of sexual situations. I was never fearful or anxious about anything except not being able to see him. He was my uncle, my lover, and I wanted to be with him all the time. My mother, a widow, traveled frequently for business and I had always stayed with him when she was gone. He lived just down the street and after all, he was my mother's brother.
There were many first times with him. My first orgasm at 9 was probably the best one I have ever experienced. The first time I saw him ejaculate onto my hands as I stroked him to orgasm, the first time he licked my pussy, the first time I sucked his penis, and the first time I tasted cum were all firsts with him. By the time I turned 10 I was well experienced in pleasing him and enjoying him pleasing me.
The only thing that I had not experienced was him making love to me. I had asked him to several times, but he always said I wasn't ready, even though I thought I was. I wanted him to love me the way a man loves a woman, and at age 9 becoming a woman is a very important thing!
Whenever I told him I wanted him to and upon refusing he would start licking my pussy. I soon forgot anything else about the world around me as the wonderful sensations of his tongue led me to yet another orgasm. I found it was easier to orgasm the more often he would lick me. It would take me less than a minute sometimes because I knew I could and he wanted me to. He loved doing it too. Something about licking my "hairless little pussy" as he sometimes called it got him really hard and after I would orgasm he would continue to lick me although I could barely stand it and would always make him stop.
I loved how hard and big his penis was. I realize now that he was about average, but to me then it was big! He loved it when I would stroke him and sometimes I would lick the top of his penis and put my mouth on the head and stroke it with my mouth.
I never heard the word "blowjob" until I was in my early teens. The first time I tasted semen was when I was doing that. I knew he was getting close as he always started breathing heavily, shaking, and his dick became even harder like it was going to explode. He started to cum before I could get my mouth away and shot a large glob deep into my throat. I immediately began to gag, as I couldn't swallow it because it was too thick and gooey. The rest of his semen ran out of my mouth and down the shaft onto his pubic hair. I didn't much like the taste, kind of salty and sour, but it wasn't unpleasant. My uncle seemed very grateful and thanked me. Then we snuggled up in the "spoon" position and I drifted off to sleep safe in his arms. The arms of someone I loved and who loved me. When he held me like that I was always in Heaven. No one had ever made me feel that way before, and few men have ever made me feel that safe, secure, and loved.
One day just before my 10th birthday, my uncle came to my house to visit. I had not seen him in a few weeks, since my mother had not gone on any trips. I was thrilled to see him and lost my breath when he picked me up in his arms and hugged me tightly. With my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, my mother stood there smiling. She was happy that he and I were like father and daughter. Little did she know how close we really were.
I wanted to kiss him on his mouth as a woman would kiss her lover, but with my mother there I couldn't. I could only squeal like an excited 9-year-old, but he knew I wanted to and I knew he wanted to kiss me too. He brought a small package wrapped in birthday wrapping paper and gave it to my mother, telling her I couldn't have it until my birthday. My birthday party was going to be Saturday and he apologized that he wasn't going to be there, as he had to attend a conference held that same weekend. He said he would be home Sunday night though, just in time because my mother had to go on another trip. I was ecstatic! She went to put the present in another room and he whispered that he had a very special birthday present, but it would have to wait until Sunday night. Innocently I could hardly wait to get my new bike!
All during the birthday party, I was distracted by him not being there, and the thought that I would be seeing him the next evening. I couldn't wait! I was bored by the party - all my kid friends and the other adults who were there, yelling, screaming, and having a good kid time. I wanted to be with him and experience things that the other girls at the party have never even dreamed of. I doubt any of them have ever passionately kissed a man and been hopelessly in love with him. I doubted that any of them had ever experienced the passion that he and I shared, or the orgasms that he gave me and I gave him. I could never relate to kids my own age then. It was as if I was grown up and still in a kid's body. It wasn't until I was a young adult before I started relating to other girls' experiences.
Sunday finally came and I rushed to help my mom get things ready for her trip. This was going to be a long trip, maybe 4-5 days, but she would call me at my uncle's house whenever she could. He picked me up at around 4:00 and we went directly to his house. He could tell I was excited and asked me what I thought the special present was. Still thinking about a new bike, I didn't want him to tell me so when we got to his house I immediately ran to the garage, but found no bike. I searched every room in the house, but still no bike. Disappointed, I sat down on the sofa and when he came into the room he sat down beside me and put his arm around me pulling me close and kissed me as softly and passionately as he ever had.
"I love you little girl. Tonight I will give you your present and you will remember it the rest of your life". He kissed me again as a man kisses a woman and I was thrilled beyond my 10 years. I was hoping I knew what he meant, but I didn't want to say it. I just wanted him to make love to me the "real" way. The way a man loves a woman and that tonight I would be a woman.
Later, we had supper at some restaurant but I wasn't very hungry. I was thinking about later and when we returned home I got ready for bed and showered faster than I ever had. He got in the shower with me, which he almost always did and washed me in the places he wanted to make sure were clean. He always paid close attention to my pussy and butt, as he liked to lick me there. I liked to wash his dick and balls and it always made him hard.
There was something different about his kisses in the shower though. I didn't know what it was, but they seemed even tenderer and slower than before. He said, "I love you, little girl" again and I kissed him back as passionately as I knew how. We dried off and he lifted me up to carry me to the bedroom, which he had never done before, with my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, kissing the whole time. I could feel his erection on my butt, rubbing against my crack.
He laid me gently on the bed and I could hear him breathing heavily. When he got into bed with me, we cuddled under the covers, face to face, lips to lips, and his hardness pressing against my abdomen. I was as wet with anticipation as I ever had been, hoping that my lover would love me tonight as every man loves his woman. So many things were racing through my mind that I almost didn't hear him say "Tonight I'm going to make love to you."
We kissed, I was stroking his hardness and he was rubbing my most sensitive spot and fingering my pussy, making me even wetter. He held me close to him and kissed my neck and shoulders, working his way down to my stomach, where he lingered at my navel, tonguing it which he knew I liked a lot. He started down again, this time kissing the inside of my thighs working his way to my pussy. He licked around the lips slowly and flicked his tongue against my clit just once or twice, then started licking around my vagina going even lower and licking my butt.
I wondered how anything could ever feel better than this. I think I was close to orgasm then, but when he licked my clit again I started to cum and when I thought I was through I started to cum again. Each orgasm seemed to last longer than the first. I was dizzy, gasping for air and felt almost exhausted. After the second time, I laid there a moment and climbed on top of him, kissing his lips, his neck, his chest and his dick. I sucked on his dick until my jaw hurt then went back up to kiss him. He put his dick between my legs so I could rub my clit on his dick like I loved to do.
I felt another orgasm beginning and heard my voice whimper "Oh, Oh, Oh" as it took possession of my being. It seemed I couldn't stop cuming as wave after wave took my breath away and inched me closer to unconsciousness. I think I was close to fainting when it stopped and could only say "Oh God" when he started to enter me.
I was still on top of him when I felt his hardness barely enter my pussy. He thrust slowly, barely inching it in, then out; in, then out; it felt really good. It felt so good that I shoved my butt down on his in-stroke and it went in a few more inches. There was some pain then, but not enough for me to make him stop. I felt him thrusting inside me, and little by little thrusting further until it was in all the way. He stopped thrusting, but I continued. He made me stop and just lay there with him inside me, kissing me, telling me he loved me like no other woman he had ever loved. I could feel his heartbeat from his penis inside me. This is when I started to feel like a woman for the first time. I loved this man and now I was his woman.
After a few moments, I began to thrust again slowly, but the pain had gone and now just the stretching sensation that slowly began to feel better with each stroke. I would thrust him inside me until he couldn't go in any further, then pull out almost all the way. I had fantasized about how his penis would feel inside me and now I knew.
As we began thrusting together his breath began to get heavy and he started thrusting faster until I knew he was going to cum. I didn't know if I should let him cum inside me, as I knew that was how babies are made. It didn't matter, though. If I became pregnant by him, it would be OK. I wanted to have his baby. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, having his babies. I would have 1,000 babies if it meant that every time I got pregnant I could love him like this.
As he came inside me I could feel his penis pulsing and I could feel the semen shooting out against my cervix. He lay there breathing hard, twitching inside me for a few moments. I didn't want to get up. I wanted it to last all night. When I got up, I noticed a slight red tinge to his semen that was on his pubic hair and on my pussy. It wasn't the gushing blood that I was expecting. The whole experience was not what I expected. There was little pain that lasted only a few moments, instead of the excruciating paid I expected. I didn't expect to be as emotional as I was after it was over. I began crying, as I was dizzy, confused, in love and no longer a virgin. We laid there, him holding me until I quit crying. I didn't expect to fall even more in love with him, but I did.
We continued to make love all evening. We had "real" sex 2 more times that night, each time better than the last time. When I woke up I was cuddled in his arms, spooning again. That was the way we were for the next 10 years.