His mouth moves to the other and seals the space between his lips and my nipple. When I feel the same instant relief, I don’t understand what’s happening to my body. I thought only women with babies made breastmilk, but right now, it doesn’t matter. What I do understand, though, is whatever my uncle is doing is helping. I grip his shoulders to hang on to him as his hand works between us.
“Uncle Gordon!”
I jerk back when I feel his hand pulling my panties to the side. My eyes go down between us, and his cock is out of his slacks. I let out a small gasp at the size of him. Sure, Mom showed me a video on sex and what men need, but seeing a cock on a screen and having one pressing against me is another. For one thing, it’s smaller on the TV. The woman on the screen had taken the man into her mouth and then she also let him put it inside of her. That thing will split me in two. Then I see a small bead of something creamy drip from the tip.
“I’ll never hurt you, sugar. I’m just checking for more of your cream.” His fingers part the lips of my sex, and I moan when he strums the small bundle of nerves there. “You shaved.” It was on the list of things I was to do. “It aches here too, doesn’t it?”
I nod my head because it’s too hard to form words.
“You want Uncle Gordon to take care of you?”
“You always take care of me,” I say absently. I’m so lost in whatever he’s doing to my body that I don’t think it’s mine any longer.
“I do.” He presses firmly against the small bundle and swirls his fingers. His mouth once again suckles my breast before taking long, hard pulls. I dig my nails into his shoulders as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt rocks through every inch of me. I collapse into him and bury my face in his neck as I try to catch my breath. What the heck was that?
I peek up when he pulls his hand out from between us and watch as he sucks his sticky fingers into his mouth. A loud groan of pleasure rumbles from deep inside of him.
“It’s never that good when I do that to myself,” I whisper, almost in awe.
“Nikki,” he snaps, and I lift my head. I loved when he called me sugar. “You don’t touch yourself unless instructed. Do you understand?” he says sternly.
“But sometimes, I ah…” I lick my lips, feeling shy about admitting that I like touching myself.
“If you want it rubbed, you come to me and I will take care of it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Uncle Gordon,” I agree. “Is that on the list?” I think I’ll enjoy that rule. He’s better at it than I am.
“It is now.”
“What about you?” I bite my lip as my eyes drop to his cock. More cream is leaking from the tip. “Should I suck you the way you sucked me? Does it hurt you too?”
“Years. For years it’s hurt.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Show me.” He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip.
“Show you?”
“On your knees, sugar.” He places me down off his lap onto the floor. “Go on,” he encourages. His fingers sink into my hair as he guides me toward his cock. I reach up to wrap my hand around him, but he stops me. “No hands. Only a small taste for now.” I rest my hands on his thick thighs and nod.
Sliding my tongue across the head of his cock, I sweep up the bead of creaminess. The saltness fills my mouth, and the second I taste it, I want more. I wrap my mouth around the head and suck to give him relief. A splash of it hits my tongue, and I moan.
“Greed,” he grits out, and I look up at him through my lashes as I keep swiping my tongue back and forth over the little hole where the cream comes from. I am trying to get more as he shakes his head. “No.” He pulls me back by my hair, and his cock slips from my mouth.
“Did I do it wrong?”
“We don’t waste my cream.”
“But you drank mine,” I huff, confused.
“You’ll get it.” He lifts me again and spins me around so that my back hits the bed. “No more of these.” He yanks my panties off and tosses them away before he spreads my thighs wide and pulls me down the bed. My bottom is almost falling off, and I try to close my legs, but he steps between them, giving the side of my thigh a smack. I jump, and it makes my boob bounce.
“If I spread your thighs, you keep them that way.” I bite my lip and nod. “Just like that, sugar.” He guides the head of his cock between the lips of my sex, and I moan as my hips buck. He slides it over my clit, but then I feel him go farther down.