Her top was the first thing to disappear very quickly and I know I definitely ogled her breasts. I didn’t know much about sizes, but they were definitely a handful and perky. The wonder of youth. I guessed she may have been a C-cup, but didn’t want to embarrass myself by appearing clueless and having to ask. Whatever the case, they were magnificent. She then kicked off the covers as she lowered her shorts. I noticed she kept pubic hair, though it was neat, wondering if she’d done that specifically for tonight. She then turned onto her side again to face me.
“What do you think?”
I looked down towards my crotch, as did she. Our eyes met again. “I think that speaks volumes.”
“Can I touch you?” she asked quietly.
“Of course. But we’re taking this slow, Em. I’m telling you right now. I’m not fucking you tonight.”
“But you will eventually?”
“Absolutely.”
Feeling her hand wrap around my cock was, well, let’s just say I had to take a deep breath, though she was also cautious and curious at the same time. She pumped it a few times and, I swear, I nearly burst straight away. Her touch was delicate but I could also tell she was incredibly inexperienced. She leaned forward to kiss me as she continued to jerk my cock. It wasn’t long before I had to tell her to stop.
“It’s been a very long time since anyone else has done to me,” I muttered.
“Are you going to cum?”
“Definitely.”
“You don’t want to?”
“Not yet.”
She removed her hand and I took another couple of deep breaths, the urge to cum slowly disappearing. I kissed her again and gently stroked her side, wondering if she thought my hands were rough against her incredibly smooth skin. I gently moved away from her mouth and kissed her neck, hearing her breath quicken so I knew she definitely had an erogenous zone there. While I kissed her, I continued to stroke her body, brushing my hand over her breasts, feeling her incredibly hard nipples, running down her stomach before I brushed my hand over her pubic area.
Her legs immediately parted and I could feel the heat from her sex. I didn’t think that was possible but there was little doubt she was incredibly turned on. I placed a finger between her legs and it came away very wet. She moaned and shuddered at my touch.
“Oh my god,” she stated, having to break my kiss.
“What?”
“No-one’s ever touched me down there.”
“What? What about the ex?”
“He was a pump and dump kind of guy.”
“No foreplay?”
She blushed. “I’d give him the occasional hand-job. But he wasn’t what anyone would call a considerate lover. He thought the idea of kissing me down there…” She trailed off with a sigh, then looked me in the eyes. “Another reason why I needed a real man.”
I smiled and gently ran my hand over her pubic area before I gently blushed her clit. She nearly fell off the bed at my touch before her lips crashed against mine. I figured I probably shouldn’t do that again too quickly, so instead I gently teased her, running my hand up and down her thighs, in and around her sex before I inserted a finger. She moaned into my mouth at that as I gently pumped her. Even with just one finger, I could feel she was rather tight.
“Please don’t stop,” she said quietly.
She squeaked again as I moved my hand, inserted a second finger and I figured I may have found the right spot to touch. Upping the tempo, I made sure to move my hand in the right way as I stated to brush her clit. It wasn’t long before, if it wasn’t for the fact my hand was pumping into her cunt, people would have thought she was having a fit. She was being quiet for some reason, as she continued to exclaim ‘Oh my God’ numerous times, before she finally shuddered, the walls of her cunt clasping around my fingers as she came. She told me not to stop as I continued to pump my fingers into her, her lips barely leaving mine unless she needed to say something. She had a second orgasm rather quickly and I think nearly passed out as I slowed the pace of my fingers before finally stopping.
I then shocked her by removing my fingers and, meeting her eyes, put them in my mouth. She actually blushed when I did that. “I had no idea…” she said, “I’ve never had an orgasm like that… Well, no-one has ever touched me like that so…” She kissed me, albeit gently. “Thank you.”
“I think you have a lot to learn.”
“If it’s anything like that, I’ll be a very good pupil.” I noticed the smirk and couldn’t help but laugh. Then she looked down and noticed my still very erect cock. “You haven’t cum yet.”
“It’s fine. This was about you.”
She stroked my cheek. “This relationship won’t be just about me. I will make you as happy as you make me.” She ran her hand down my chest until she grabbed my cock. “I’d like to give you a blowjob but I’ve never done it before.”
“Your hand will be fine. You won’t need to squeeze too hard. I’ll let you know when I’m close.”
She sat up as she started to jerk me off. Having someone else do it for me was a different experience. I’d had a few blowjobs over the years but no other woman had actually jerked me off. Emily soon had a good rhythm going, listening to my deep breathing, and I’ll admit I started to talk a bit dirty. I noticed her blush as I told her how much I wanted to eat her pussy, then fuck her gently, then hard, then cum inside her.
“You’d do all that?”
“Of course. But you were quiet while I helped you out. I wondered why?”
“Whenever I used to, you know, we did it at his house. His family was always there.”
“Now you can make as much noise as you want. Trust me, hearing a women scream and moan or talk dirty is a definite turn on. But, again, only if you’re comfortable.”
She just smiled. “I’ll remember that for next time.” Then she smirked. “Do you like my hand around your cock?”
“Definitely, sweetheart. And I’m definitely going to cum soon.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Where will you, um, shoot?”
“I generally use a towel.”
“Would you like…” She trailed off, blushing again.
“Would I like…?”
“Would you like to cum on me? On my breasts? I’ve seen in movies…”
“Do you want me to?” She nodded. “Okay.”
We moved around until I was positioned where I’d cum straight onto her tits. She kept jerking me off and it wasn’t long until I told her I was going to cum. She kept pumping as I shot a thick rope onto her chest, straight between her breasts, then another one that she aimed onto her breast, and another she aimed onto her other one. There was one more that landed more on her stomach before the fifth landed on her leg. I could only sit there on my knees, feeling sweaty as she actually giggled.
“That’s so naughty,” she said quietly, before she put a finger in of the streaks. “I’ve never actually felt it before. It’s warm.” She noticed the quizzical look I gave. “The ex always wore a condom despite my birth control. He was terrified I’d fall pregnant. What does it taste like?”
I couldn’t help the laugh. “I have no idea. I’ve never thought about trying it.”
She then completely surprised me by scooping up a little bit of cum in a couple of her fingers, sniffing it, shrugging before looking me square in the eyes and putting it in her mouth. She didn’t make a face as she swallowed. “I’ve tasted worse.”
“Do you want a towel to clean yourself up?”
“I think we should go have a shower. I’m sweaty. You’re sweaty. And now I’m covered in your cum.”
We showered together, ensuring we were both very clean while also making out at the same time. She was absolutely gorgeous and I know I stared at her as she stood under the running water. And she knew I was staring. I swear she was ever more seductive, making sure washing herself down was erotic as possible. Even at my age, despite having just bust a nut, I felt my dick twitch a couple of times.
We dried each other off before we headed back to bed, Emily making absolutely no move to either get dressed or head to her own bedroom. There was already a new reality. And, I’ll admit, I didn’t mind at all. I lay back as she wrapped an arm around my chest and rested a leg between mine. She said I was warm, though she wasn’t exactly cold herself. We didn’t really say much. I just enjoyed the feeling of holding a young woman in my right arm. It was probably one of the best night’s sleep I’d ever had.
The next morning over breakfast, I gently warned her that we had to act ‘normal’ around everyone, including Mick, who would be more liable than anyone to pick up on any subtle change in our relationship. It was going to be another long, hard week, but before we headed out, we shared another kiss and a hug before we turned back into ‘uncle and niece.’ I knew it was going to be difficult for both of us but it was the only way it was going to work.
Life then took a turn for the strange on Thursday. I was supervising the shearing, Emily getting stuck in as usual, bantering away with the other lads, when my phone started to ring. To my utter shock, Mick laughing at me as my chin dropped, the name of my sister appeared on the screen.
“What the fuck does she want?” I wondered aloud, “I can’t remember the last time I even spoke to her.”