"Uh, Ahhhh. What just happened? What did you do to me?"

"It's called an orgasm, sweetie. You know, when you have an orgasm, you cum. Surely, you must have... you know when you touch yourself," Jim asked.

It did feel good when I touched myself, but nothing remotely close to this. "Uh-uh," I muttered, shaking my head no.

"If you liked that, then you'll love having it licked."

I lay in bed replaying this afternoon's events. "When you touch yourself," echoed in my mind. I tried to touch myself in the same spot that Uncle Jim had, and when I found it, tingles shot through me like fireworks on the Fourth of July. "Having what licked?" I wondered. Then it happened. The same sensation that my uncle had introduced me to this afternoon. I rolled face down on my bed, biting my pillow as explosions rocketed through me. There were too many to count, and I collapsed face-first onto my pillow, pondering the new joys my uncle would teach me. And to think, it started out with a kiss.

Growing up in a strict religious household gave me little opportunity to meet boys. My family lived in rural Nebraska, so far from town that I had to be home-schooled. Even when we went to church, we didn't talk to many people. The only man for miles was my uncle Jim. He moved back home a few years ago after his wife and baby passed away from complications during childbirth. Now, he lives alone in a small house on the other end of our family's property, living off the settlement from the hospital. He no longer follows the strict beliefs that my parents do.

Things were different with Jim. He wasn't hard and controlling like my parents. He actually listens to me when we talk. His place was the only place where I could be myself, where I felt normal. That was until today. Today, I felt free when I left Jim's house. I had gone over to help out with some cleaning, and in return, he was going to help me out with math. My parents would let me drive on our property but wouldn't let me get my license because they didn't want me to get ideas of running off.

When I had gotten to Jim's house, I grumbled, "I'm sick and tired of being told that I can't do stuff. Do you know that I'm seventeen and have never been kissed?"

"It's no big deal, just pressing lips together."

"I'm talking about a real kiss—the kind where you touch tongues."

"What do you know about tongue-kissing? Ya, get all slobbery and wet. Who'd want to do that?" he teased.

"Did you?" I hesitated, thinking I might be prying into memories better left forgotten.

Jim patted the cushion next to him on the couch. "Yes. We kissed like that. Like married people, lovers do. They call it French kissing. I don't know why, but they do. It causes all kinds of feelings when you do it. Beth..." He paused, realizing it was the first time that he'd said her name in years. "Beth used to love to kiss like that—said that it made her all gooey inside. Tongue kissing leads to other things best left between the man and wife."

"How did you learn to do it? Would you teach me?" I leaned closer, pressing my breast into his arm. "Just once. What's the worst that could happen?"

"There's a lot that could happen. A lot that shouldn't. Things tha..."

I cut him off mid-sentence by wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. "Please, teach me, Uncle Jim," I whispered as I fell into his arms."

I could sense an internal struggle as he weighed what I was asking. His eyes darted between my eyes and my lips. He stared into my pleading eyes and relented. He pulled me close, enveloping me in his big, powerful arms as he kissed me. Our lips parted the moment they met. Our tongues met, touching only at the tips at first. I opened my mouth wider, welcoming his tongue into my mouth to intertwine with mine. The feeling that Jim talked about started to build inside of me. A warm, tingly sensation washed through me as he squeezed me tighter until my whole body pulsed with electricity. The longer we kissed, the wetter I became. Our lips parted long enough for him to ask how I liked it.

"You're right about, Gooey."

Jim's reached up and cautiously caressed my breast through my house.

"May I," he murmured.

"Uh-huh." I nodded.

His powerful hand cupped my breasts, sending a shockwave between my legs. I don't know what came over me when I started to unbutton my blouse so he could touch my bare breasts.

"No bra?" he said with a raised eyebrow. I had come to work and didn't want to be all hot and sweaty. Besides, my breasts were still so perky and full that I didn't much need a bra anyway.

When his fingers found my hard nipple, he began to tweak and roll it with his fingers. I felt flush as that warm sensation built up between my legs. When Jim lowered his lips to my nipple, I could feel his growing excitement, evident by his massive erection pressing against my thigh. I moaned into his mouth, begging, "More."

Jim began to caress my thigh, slowly working it higher under my skirt. He found my dampened panties and slipped his finger beneath the fabric. His finger slid through the petals of my flower until they reached my clitoris. He kissed me harder as he rubbed it. Instinctively, my hips began to rock, humping against his invading fingers.

I arched my back, thrusting my chest out as he gently inserted a digit into my pussy. I gasped as a wave of pleasure surged through me. Jim leaned in and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and swirled it with his tongue while his finger sank deeper into me. That's when it happened.

"Uh, Ahhhh. What just happened? What did you do to me?"

"That is called an orgasm, sweetie."

I was practically lying across his lap with his finger buried deep inside my pussy while he suckled my tit like a baby, and he'd given me an orgasm. The first of many. He'd spend the better part of an hour with his finger up me. Needless to say, we didn't get any of the chores done. He told me that I had to leave while he could still control himself.

I looked back as I went out the back door to see Jim pull his hard pecker out of his pants. I stood frozen, enthralled by what I was watching. Jim took hold of his member, stroking it vigorously as her called out my name. "Oh, God. Sweetie, here it comes!" he cried out as jets of white cream shot out of his penis, covering the front of his clothes. It was then that he noticed me standing in the doorway, dumbfounded. "Come back tomorrow. We'll finish up the chores." I left him sitting there, covered in his own white creamy spunk.

I went back the next morning, fully expecting to do the chores that we neglected the day before. However, Jim was finishing them up when I walked in. "I couldn't sleep. I thought you might like to do something other than clean, so I got an early start."

"I had trouble sleeping as well. I kept thinking."

"About yesterday? Yeah, we probably shouldn't have done that," he said.

"Actually, I lay awake wondering if we were going to do it again today."

"Huh, So good that you want to do it again."

"What did you mean by having it licked? Down there, right? Could we try that? I showered and everything, so it's fresh and clean."

"Head on back to the bedroom if you're serious."

I could feel Uncle Jim's eyes burning into my flesh as he watched me undress. I stood before him naked, letting him get his fill. "You're sure about this? All of those feelings and emotions can cloud everyone's judgment when they get going, and before you know it, it's like trying to stop a freight train. I know you saw me yesterday, so you know what that kind of kissing does to a man. What I'm saying, sweetie, is that you'll have to be the one that says to stop cuz I might not be able to."

I told him that I had watched him and I thought I could do the same with my hand. "If we're licking things today, you'll have to use more than your hands."

I said I would try anything if he showed me.

Jim undressed and sat on the edge of the bed, telling me to straddle his lap. He placed soft pecks all around my face until our lips finally met. Instantly, our mouths opened, locking in a passionate embrace. He grabbed my breasts with his meaty hands, squeezing them before lowering his lips to my nipples, sucking them.

I could feel his penis's pulsating heat against my vagina. I rubbed myself against his steely shaft, causing him to pull away, saying that it was too dangerous to play with. Jim lifted me off of his lap, setting me in the middle of the bed, telling me to get on my back. He lay between my thighs, softly kissing my pussy lips. His hot breath sent shivers up my spine.

I knew the moment his tongue penetrated the folds of my vagina, there would be no stopping today. I wanted to experience everything that my uncle had to offer. There was no fear or shame, as my parents had warned. There was only a yearning lust. An ache so deep inside of me that needed to be satisfied.

Jim reached up and grabbed my tits as he buried his face into my muff. "Oh my god!" I gasped when he sucked my clit into his mouth. He swirled it with his tongue for a while before pinning it to his front teeth so he could flick it with his tongue. "Oh! Sweet Jesu....." I moaned." He continued to lick my bud while he inserted two fingers into me. The whole time, he pinched and tweaked my nipple. I was on sensory overload.

I began to tremble as he pleasured my cunt. The sensations would ebb and flow, building ever closer to the precipice of climax. Then, when I thought it could build no more, he hit something that sent jolts of energy out of my extremities. My body convulsed involuntarily each time his fingers raked against it. I quaked as a gush of fluid spritzed my uncle's face.

Uncle Jim's drenched face appeared, asking if I wanted more. "Anything! Anything at all! Just don't stop," I whimpered.

Jim knelt between my legs and rubbed the tip of his cock through my pussy drool. He then leaned over me so he could suck my nipples while he rubbed his cock up against my pussy. "Oh My God!" I panted each time his cock ran through my crevice.

Another gush of fluid covered his manhood as a series of orgasms ravaged me. "Put it in, Uncle Jim. Put it in," I mewed. I lifted my knees, availing him access to my hole. He undulated against me, pressing the tip of his cock against me. I could feel his penis forcing me open as he pushed it in. There was pressure—a twinge of pain. He was inside me. He kept pushing until his crushing weight pinned me to the mattress. He was inside me.

Jim lay on top of me, kissing me while he waited for my pain to subside. There was none, and I found myself wondering where all the pain was that my mother had warned about me. According to her, sex was a brutal intrusive act that was only meant for making children. He looked down between us at his penis sticking out of me. "No blood. I knew you touched yourself," he smiled as he leaned down for another kiss.

I hooked my heels around his hips, telling him not to stop when he started to pull out. "No, Don't stop. It doesn't hurt, so you can keep going," I whispered as I pulled him back in with my heels.

Jim settled back on top of me, cautiously thrusting his cock into me. The momentary searing pain faded away and slowly gave way to pleasure. Jim raised to his knees so his hands were free to play with me. One hand went to my tit to play with my nipple. His other went down between us so he could rub my clit while increasing the speed of his thrusts. "Ahh, God, Uncle Jim, I'm, I'm going to explode."

"Go ahead. Cum for me, sweetie. Cum for me," he said as he continued to thrust his cock into me until I cried out that I was going to cumming. Uncle Jim buried his cock deep into my pussy until my orgasm ebbed before pulling out and scampering over me, aiming his cock at my mouth. "Open up, honey," he said as he began to squirt. After the first couple of spurts landed on my tongue, he stuck the tip of his cock into my mouth, telling me to suck it.

His salty, sweet cream filled my mouth until it oozed out the corners of my mouth. Not knowing what to do, I swallowed it down as fast as he filled it. He grabbed my head and thrust his dick into my mouth a few more times as he finished squirting his load. "I'm sorry. I should have warned you that I was going to do that. We can't risk you getting pregnant by finishing inside of you. But I still should have warned you."

"I thought you were going to shoot on my belly like you did to yourself yesterday, but this was okay, too. We can finish that way next time, too."

Uncle Jim and I continued to sneak around like this until I turned eighteen. We now travel the country in the motor home living off of his settlement money.