Not only had Elizabeth never given herself a hand-job while fantasizing about guys before – but she had never fucked either – not even when she was young, herself.
Elizabeth had been a teenager when she had her first sexual encounter.
The man had been twenty-two.
He had also happened to be her uncle.
Uncle Charley, her mother's brother, had come to stay with them for a few weeks, being out of work and unable to afford to pay rent. Both of Elizabeth's parents worked and so the girl, during summer vacation, was left home with her uncle during the day. Uncle Charley was the black sheep of the family, a drinking man who was often without a job, a gambler when he had the money for it, a womanizer at all times. He was a wastrel – but a charming, handsome sort of wastrel. He had crisp black hair and a lean build and he dressed well, although no one ever knew where on earth he got the money to afford such expensive clothing.
On this particular day, Uncle Charley had been hanging around the house, not having the price of even a beer. Elizabeth had gone out earlier. When she came home she'd gone to her room and her uncle had apparently not realized he was not alone in the house.
If he had, Elizabeth was never to know it.
He was stretched out on the couch, watching television and, more out of boredom than need, had decided to give himself a hand-job. He opened his fly and drew his sizable cock out. It was not hard yet, but even soft it was an impressive hunk of cockmeat. He folded his fist around his cock and stroked it up and down slowly, eyes closed, thinking about naughty women.
That was when Elizabeth happened to enter the room.
She stopped in amazement.
She knew about cocks and, vaguely, that boys jacked off, but she had never imagined that grown men played with their cocks. Charley, at twenty-two, seemed very adult to the girl. She held her breath and stood in the doorway, staring at his cock. His hand rose and fell and his cock got bigger and harder. As his fist came up, the foreskin curled behind the ledge of the cock knob and as his fist descended the skin drew tightly back so that the cockhead flared out in a vibrant slab of prickmeat.
Elizabeth was fascinated.
After a moment she realized that she was getting hot and wet between the legs.
Then her uncle opens his eyes and saw her standing there.
Elizabeth blushed deeply.
She expected Uncle Charley to be embarrassed, as well.
But Charley looked surprised for only a moment, and then he smiled his charming smile at the confused girl. His fist went down to the root of his fucker and stayed there, so that a good five inches of intriguing cockshaft stuck up from his hand.
Elizabeth stared at his big prick.
Uncle Charley let her look.
Then he said: "Why don't you come a little closer, Elizabeth – if you want to look at my cock."
Elizabeth felt as if she were hypnotized. Her legs moved of their own accord, dreamlike, and she found herself moving over to the couch without consciously willing herself to do so. She stood beside him, looking down.
"Have you ever seen a hard cock before?" he asked.
"N-no," she murmured.
"Do you like it?"
She nodded slowly, frightened but, at the same time, intrigued.
"Do you know what I was doing?"
"You were jerking off, I guess," she whispered. She had never spoken that term aloud before.
"That's right. Do you know why men jerk off?"
"Well – I guess because they don't have a girl, huh?"
He nodded, holding his meaty tower of hot prick flesh at the hilt, the cock knob bulging and flaring.
"And do you know what happens after a while? After a man strokes his cock long enough?"
"I-I guess it feels real good and-and…"
"And what?" he asks, looking amused.
"And stuff shoots out."
"That's right. Thick, creamy stuff. Would you like to watch while I do that, Elizabeth? Humm? Would you like to watch the jism shoot out of my big prick?"
Elizabeth opened her mouth but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. She felt she should run from the room, and yet she had to admit that she wanted to stay – to see him shoot his cum-load.
Uncle Charley stroked his cock again, once, slowly. His cock head ballooned as his fist dragged down the prick stalk.
"Ooooh?" the girl moaned.
Charley smiled at the little whimper.
"Would you like to touch it?" he asked.
"It's wrong, Uncle Charley."
"Maybe. But it feels nice."
And she did want to touch his cock. Her hands were fairly burning for a feel, of that delightful prick. She knew that she was liable to be awfully ashamed of herself, afterwards, but at the moment she could not resist the unholy urge to touch his cock. She reached out, tentatively, then drew her hand back quickly, undecided, afraid to and yet wanting to.
"Come on," he rasped. "It won't hurt you, girl!"
Elizabeth reached out again.
This time her fingertips brushed the tip of his prick. It felt lovely – like a wad of hot iron encased in rubber.
Uncle Charley groaned with pleasure. Elizabeth wrapped her fist around his cock and began to pull it up and down the way she'd seen him stroking himself. Her hand skimmed lightly, at first, then she tightened her grip so that she was dragging the foreskin back and causing the prick knob to flare out like a hooded cobra. The excited girl bent over him, staring down at his prick. The cleft was parted and she could see silvery fluid bubbling in the piss hole.
Charley moaned with pleasure. Elizabeth did not know about sucking cock in those days – but her mouth was watering as she gazed at his cock meat.
Uncle Charley placed a hand behind her head. He pushed her face down gently.
What does he want me to do? the girl wondered.
He pushed her lower.
She was not resisting.
The slippery head of his prick brushed against her lips, then ran up her cheek, leaving a trail of spunk glistening in its wake. He pulled her head up and pushed it down again. His cock head once again brushed against her pursed lips.
Does he want me to kiss his cock? she wondered, wildly. The idea was fascinating, intriguing, delightful. But she was inhibited. She thought that it must be awfully naughty to kiss a cock. Her lips fluttered, not quite kissing, as his hot, slippery prick meat ran up her cheek again.
"Suck it," Charley grunted.
"Oh!" she cried, both shocked and thrilled, thinking it must be wrong and yet wanting to so badly that she felt an actual, physical hunger for that tasty looking hunk of cock meat.
"Take my cock in your mouth," her uncle rasped, his tone halfway between pleading and demanding.
He pushed her head down again.
This time she did not turn away. She kissed the slimy cock tip and then let her lips slowly part, taking the cock knob into her mouth. It was delicious! She slurped on his prick and her nimble tongue began to glide around, laying the underside of the succulent mouthful of cock.
Cum was oozing from the cleft.
The delicious stuff coated her tongue, driving the girl crazy with pure, unbridled passion. She knew that if she kept sucking on his cock he was going to shoot cum in her mouth, that he would feed his whole hot, thick cum-load to her – and she wanted to drink it!
She stopped jacking his prick with her hand. Her fist held his cock by the root, the skin dragged back, as her lips and tongue worked on the cock knob. Charley squirmed with pleasure. He took her head in both hands and began to move her up and down, showing her how to suck cock. When he took his hands away, Elizabeth had fallen into the rhythm. She kept bobbing up and down the same way. She was taking his cock head right back into her throat, then sucking up until only the crown remained in her lips, then descending on the cock shaft again.
Uncle Charley's eyes gleamed.
What a lucky day this was! How lucky it would be to have a cocksucker living under the same roof!
His balls were starting to balloon.
"Want to drink my jism?" he asked.
Elizabeth could not answer him, for her mouth was full of hot cock. She made a purring sound.
Uncle Charley began to hump up from the couch, fucking right into her willing, face. His cock head was awash with pre-cum now. It was coating her tongue and pouring into her cheeks and making her hungry for more cum.
"Ummm," she sighed as she sucked.
Jism overflowed her lips and ran down his prick stalk as her mouth pulled up. As she bobbed down again, she slurped the cum back up, coating his cock with saliva, instead. She went down as far as she could, taking almost all of his prick into her greedy maw. Her nose nuzzled in his wiry pubic hair and her chin pressed against his bloated balls, while the head of his cock lodged in her throat.
Charley stiffened and cried out.
As her head went down on his cock, Elizabeth felt his cock expand mightily as the jism shot up it.
Suddenly her mouth was full of hot cum!
The nubile virgin swallowed his cum down, gulping, to make room for more cum as he shot another hot jet into her throat, then yet a third, the thick jism hosing her gullet.
Groaning, Uncle Charley thrashed about in ecstasy as his sexy niece milked his cock and balls for more jizz. His prick stopped spurting, but more of the sweet, savory spunk was still pouring out, trickling onto her tongue and into her mouth faster than she could swallow it. Cum bubbled from her lips and ran down her chin. The naughty girl sucked him dry, loving every precious drop and drinking his jism with gusto. When he had stopped shooting cum, she pulled her lips away and then used her tongue to gather up the stray drops that had overflowed and run down his cock shaft and onto his balls.
She looked up at his face.
Uncle Charley, now that his fuck-lust was spent, gazed at his niece with a worried look. He was afraid that, now that it was over, the girl might start to feel ashamed or guilty and might blame him. She had obviously enjoyed sucking his prick, but now that his cum was swallowed and his prick was starting to diminish, she might have second thoughts on the affair.
Uncle Charley need not have worried.
Elizabeth smiled at him with cum-smeared lips.
"Want me to do it again?" asked the novice cocksucker.