Golf For The First Time - Sex Stories

Golf For The First Time

... help me fix it. It wouldn’t be so hard if it wasn’t for you. You understand why only you can fix it?” I nodded into his neck as I squirmed as my body was being stretched. “This is going to hurt, but it will get better. I only hurt you to teach you.” He whispered in my ear before kissing me deeply and slammed his whole shaft and I was impaled, my legs hanging on either side of his thighs. My arms trying to push against his chest, while my screams were being muffled by his mouth. This was the first time anything had entered between my legs and I didn’t like it one bit. Once I calmed down and only silent tears came down he leaned back and observed me. He didn’t move in me, just gave me a lustful grin as he peppered kisses all over my face, sending me encouraging words. “Good kitten, its painful now but it will be just as good as my mouth was in a little bit.” He reached down and sucked on my nipples, taking each one in his mouth and rolling it in his teeth causing tingles to go down my stomach. When he noticed I relaxed, he grabbed my buttocks and raised me up to halfway up his shaft before easing me back down. He continued the process and soon enough, the pain turned into pleasure. Every so often he would kiss my neck and ear as I was still leaning on his shoulder. “Such a good kitten. I’m going to pick up the pace. Stay silent for me kitten.” And he picked up the pace. He started to move me up and down faster and with each thrust he would raise me higher and slam me down ...

... faster. My breaths were becoming shallower and I exploded two more times as he continued to slam my tiny frame on his shaft. As my third orgasm begin so did his and he wrapped me in his arms and I could hear his quiet moans that he breathed into my neck. When we both calmed down, he slowly pulled me out and made me kneel in front of him. He pushed my knees shoulder width apart with my feet tucked underneath me. I was told to reach back and grab my ankles. "When ever we are alone, I expect you to be in this position." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out what looked like baby wipes, proceeding to clean in between my legs. He cleaned my thighs of what looked my red and white specks. As he did this, he continued with the rules, “You are not to speak about this to anyone. If you do, you’ll get in trouble and go to jail for hurting me. And since your a trouble maker no one would believe you anyway.” It was true, I was a trouble maker always stealing money to buy ice cream after school. “Every time I look at you my dick goes hard and it hurts so much its painful. And since it’s your fault for it going hard, it’s only logical that you make the pain go away right?” It did sound logical. “Yes uncle.” “Every night you will volunteer to give me a massage. I will continue your training. You are only to wear a shirt and panties. Am I clear?” “Yes uncle.” He grabbed my clothes and started to redress me. “You will be sore in the morning. You are to ignore it and pretend the pain is ...