I’m not stupid. I see how everyone looks at me. And just because I haven’t really done anything yet, other than play with myself, I know a thing or two about sex. It’s not hard to find porn on the internet. It’s everywhere, and you don’t have to be 18 to see a lot of it, believe me. Plus, I found my daddy’s old porn collection in his closet, so I have a pretty good idea what sex is all about. I remember one time when I was younger; my laptop had some kind of a virus and was acting strange. When I booted it up, a picture of a blonde woman’s face appeared on my screen, out of nowhere. Her mouth was stretched wide open, and there was something dark filling it up…it looked like a great big tootsie roll, and I couldn’t figure it out at first. When I finally focused on it, I realized it was a black man’s penis that the blonde lady was gagging on. I jumped up, my eyes as big as saucers, and deleted that pic immediately! I was flabbergasted, and I put my hand over my thumping heart. My head was spinning, and I knew I had to get out of my room. I ran down the hall to the bathroom, sweating and breathing heavily. I splashed cold water on my face, and sat down on the side of the bathtub until my shock subsided.
While I regained my composure, I heard my mom calling me down for supper. I was relieved to have a diversion, and I didn’t even go back to my room first. Dinner was uneventful, other than my dad acting all strict, and asking me what I thought I was doing, wearing such a short mini skirt, even as the twinkle in his eye was so obvious, to me at least. I made a mental note to bend over for him later, so he could get a peek at my panties.
After I helped wash the dishes, I went to my room to finish my homework. As I tackled my math problems, I couldn’t get the image of that blonde girl out of my mind…well, not the girl, actually, but more like what she was choking on. I had never imagined any man’s cock could get that big. Finally, overcome with a young girl’s lustful curiosity, I put my pencil down, and turned my attention to my laptop. I went into my recycle bin, and retrieved that nasty picture. Only this time, I just stared at it; I couldn’t believe that girl could take so much of that fat cock into her mouth and throat. I was just mesmerized by its size, and the whole experience has greatly influenced me. I studied every inch of that picture, as my fingers twirled underneath my skirt. I was so wet already, and it didn’t take long at all to bring myself over the top. From then on, I secretly craved the idea of having some of that big black cock for myself someday.
I guess I should introduce myself: My name is Natalie. I am tall for my age, and I have long black hair and I’m told my dark eyes are mysterious. My body is still developing, so I’m still kind of flat chested. My ass is round and firm, but not very big yet. Still, I have long legs and a pretty face that is set off by my thick head of hair. Apparently, I am fairly attractive, because I get a lot of attention from adults, both men and women. I have even caught my strict, straitlaced father checking me out when he thinks I’m not looking. I secretly tease him by bending over in front of him, or “innocently” flashing him a glimpse of my panties when I’m wearing one of my miniskirts.
I love to wear short little skirts with tiny blouses, and I adore tight short shorts, because they show off my legs. I suppose I am rather flirty, in a naive sort of way. The truth is I get all tingly inside when I catch someone admiring my young, tight body. I’ve noticed my panties seem to get damp a lot these days, and I have been dying to try some sexy things for quite some time now.
I know they have laws against adults having sex with underage girls, and it is really frustrating. I get it that younger girls need to be protected from being abused against their will, but what about people like me who want to learn about sex? Doesn’t it make sense that I should learn from a trusted adult that I love, instead of some clueless schoolboy in a dark alley? I certainly don’t want my natural curiosity to get anyone in trouble.
I live with my parents, right down the street from my dear Uncle Roger and his girlfriend Sandy. I go down to their house to visit them quite often. Usually Uncle Roger and I watch TV together after school, while Sandy is at work. For years, I have enjoyed sitting on his lap as we watched our favorite shows. I discovered that, if I moved around just the right way on his lap that his man stuff would get hard as a rock, and rub against my panties. It felt good having something rubbing on my girl mound down there.
I love my Uncle Roger to death, and he always treated me nice whenever I came to visit. I know he loves me too, and he always makes me feel special. Lately, though, he has been making me sad and mad at the same time. After my usual fidgeting on his lap, instead of him letting me feel his stiffness on my crack, he would silently pick me up and put me down on the couch next to him. I looked into his eyes, and he seemed to get red in the face, almost like he was embarrassed. I was very frustrated and hurt, because it made me feel like he was rejecting me.
Finally, I figured it out on my own. Uncle Roger liked the feeling too, but he knew about the laws, and he didn’t want to take advantage of me and get into trouble. I became more and more obsessed with wondering how his hot cock would feel in my pussy. If it was going to happen, it would have to be up to me. I knew what I had to do now.
After school one afternoon, I went right to Uncle Roger’s house, still wearing my school uniform: plaid, pleated skirt, white blouse, white knee socks with saddle shoes, and of course my white cotton panties. My uncle got home early from work every day, and sure enough, I found him on the couch watching TV. I dropped my books on the floor, jumped into his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him on his cheek, before he knew what hit him. I told him how much I missed him and complimented him on his sexy blue shirt and gray shorts. I’d sat on his lap enough times to know he didn’t bother wearing underwear, at least not after he got changed out of his work clothes. He seemed a bit uneasy as I nestled into his lap in my usual way. Soon, we settled in, and I pretended I was interested in the TV show. In reality, my head was already spinning, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I thought about my plan.
It didn’t take long for me to feel his manhood swelling up under the thin material of his shorts, and I could already feel my own wetness between my legs. I moved around on his lap as subtly as I could, so he wouldn’t get all excited too fast. I figured we had an hour or two to be together before Sandy got home from work, and I wanted this to last. It was going to be a big moment in my life, and I wanted everything to be perfect.
Even with my gentle approach, it took only a few minutes before Uncle Roger picked me up and sat me next to him. I could see the big bulge in his shorts before he could cover himself with his hands. I was breathing so heavily by then that I was afraid he would notice, so I jumped up and almost ran down the hallway to the bathroom. I was so nervous; it made me have to pee. I took my panties completely off, and put them on the sink, then I peed. What a relief it was, and it helped me to calm down a little. I noticed my smooth pussy was soaking wet from something else, and I got such a rush when I wiped myself.
When I stood up, my legs were shaking as I washed my hands. I didn’t put my panties back on. Instead, I balled them up in my hand, and walked back down the hall to the living room. This was the moment of truth, and I was beside myself with anticipation, not really knowing if my plan would work. Without saying a word, I stood in front of my dear uncle, and put my hand in his. I pushed my panties into the palm of his hand, and closed his fingers tightly around them. As he raised his eyebrows, I sat down on his lap, facing the TV. Only this time, I lifted my plaid skirt up first, so my bare pussy was touching his shorts. I could feel his cock rising quickly as I slowly moved my ass around in circles. He didn’t move, as if he was paralyzed or something. Finally, I reached underneath and slipped his stiff meat out the side of his shorts and put it between my legs. I rubbed up and down on it, and the feeling of our skin touching was deliciously unbearable.
I leaned back on him, and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, and his fingers running through my long hair. I reached down between my legs, took hold of his throbbing cock, and slipped it into my eager hole. I eased it in as far as I could, and it felt so good! I was a virgin, true, but there was no pain or blood, because I had broken my hymen playing with a hairbrush a long time ago. The feeling of having a real man’s big cock inside my body was just amazing, and I had an orgasm within the first minute. Despite the spasms I felt, I still tried to go slow, so as not to spook Uncle Roger, or have him go into panic mode, and try to stop me.
I put my hands down on either side of his hips so I could push my body up until only the tip of his cock was inside me, then I let go and fell onto his lap, as the whole length of his big rod disappeared deep inside of me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I kept lifting up and dropping down onto his lap faster and faster, and soon I felt myself cumming again and again. I wasn’t holding back any longer, and I thrashed around on his lap, fucking him as hard as I could. Finally, I could feel his quivering penis explode inside of me, and I came again at the same time. He pumped me full of his hot cream, which made me so happy. I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant, because I hadn’t started that woman stuff yet that my mom told me about when we had “the talk”.
I stayed on his lap for a few minutes as we both tried to catch our breath. As I finally moved to get up, I felt like my life couldn’t get any better after what had just happened. But then, the front door burst open, and in walked Sandy. Startled, I jumped up and stood there awkwardly in silence. Sandy seemed to know exactly what had just happened, and the expression on her face was part smile, and part anger. She saw Uncle Roger’s hand move, and she couldn’t help but notice he was clutching a pair of white cotton panties rather tightly. She glared at him, and said something about dealing with him later, as she grabbed me by the hand, and led me to their bedroom, and closed the door behind us.