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 Author: OH_Daddy
Title: Kelly's Lessons, Part 2
Part: 2
Universe: Kelly's Lessons
Summary: High school sophomore, Kelly, asks her Uncle how to be more

   popular with boys.  Keywords: Mf, inc, cons, oral

   Kelly's Lessons: Part 2

   Kelly put her T shirt back on and went in the house with Uncle Bill. 
They sat on the couch, and Bill took Kelly's hand in his.

   "I'm going to just tell you some things, and after that's done I'll show
you.  When you came to me for help you said something very important,
something that tells me you can become very, very popular with boys, and
later with men.  You said you wanted to know what to do to make a boy like
you.  That's a very important concept, and here's why.  Most guys want to
do sex things a whole lot more than most girls do.  Although some girls
enjoy some parts of sex some times, guys like all parts all the time.  A
girl is smart if she devotes all her attention to pleasing the guy. 
Occasionally a guy will do things you enjoy, but that's not the point.  He
doesn't care if you enjoy it, except if he enjoys watching you enjoy it. 
Maybe one guy out of five tries to please the girl, but probably only 1 in
100 actually knows how.  Guys want to have sex with girls.  Girls want the
guy to be happy because then he will be nice to her when they're not having
sex, buy her things, take her places, and so on.  Many parts of sex are
disgusting to girls, some things guys like to do may hurt you.  It excites
some guys to degrade the girl, or make her cry.  A popular girl puts up
with that shit because it makes the guy happy.  I'm guessing that's a lot
to absorb.  Do you get what I'm telling you."

   "Whoa!  I guess so.  It's pretty heavy."

   "Well if you get it, what's next?  What's next is you focus on pleasing
the guy.  Once a guy's dick gets hard, it's the only part of him that
matters . . .  to him.  And so it should be all that matters to you. 
Pleasing his dick.  Worshiping it.  Loving it.  Adoring it.  Making it feel
good.  Letting him do what he wants to with it.  I'm going to show you what
that means in a little while, but first, for you, as a virgin, there are a
couple things you must not let him do.  You said you didn't want to get
pregnant.  And you should stay a virgin until you love a man enough to let
him have all of you.  So, you must not let a man put his dick in your
vagina.  And to keep from getting pregnant, you must make sure his come
doesn't get in your vagina, even by accident."

   "His come?  Is that the semen or sperm?  What's it look like?  I don't
understand how it works."

   "Yes.  It's a creamy liquid, sort of looks like milk or cream, and it
comes out of his dick when he is completely overwhelmed by the pleasure
you've given him.  He'll get all excited, then he comes, the cream squirts
out of his dick, and then it's all over.  He'll be all happy and nice after
that.  Before he comes he might be kind of mean and rough.  Men are like
night and day before they come, then after."

   "Well," Kelly thought out loud, "I thought he was supposed to come in
the vagina, but you say don't let him."

   "There are lots of ways you can make him come without letting him in
your vagina.  Some girls think they're kinda gross, but the guy will love
it if you know how.  You must learn a few different ways so you can keep
him happy without letting him in your vagina.  I'll show you one or two
ways today.  You can go try them out on Mark, practice a little, then come
back to me and we'll see if you need to learn more ways, OK?"

   "Yes, yes, can you show me how to make him happy without getting
pregnant.  That would be perfect."

   "Absolutely.  OK enough abstract talk, and I realize some of what I said
probably made you a little uneasy.  Sex isn't all bad.  Come here and give
me a hug."

   Kelly slid across the couch to her uncle.  He wrapped one arm around her
and put his other hand on her thigh, then slid it up slowly and gently,
cupped her butt, and gave a little squeeze.  Releasing her behind, he then
caressed her shoulder, and slid his hand down her arm.  Gripping her wrist,
he directed her hand to his crotch.  When she encountered his semi-hard
member she clutched at it and began to stroke it the way he had coached her
in their last encounter.  Bill whispered, "Umm, that's right baby.  Love my
cock." He kissed her gently on the lips, then whispered, "Remember what
your mom told you about kissing?"

   "Nunhh-huh," Kelly cooed her confirmation.

   "We're going to break that rule.  Lick you lips and open your mouth." He
felt the wetness of her tongue on his lips, then their hot breath mixed. 
He licked her tongue back, then stuck the tip of his tongue in her mouth.
Her breath quickened, and her hand lost its jackoff rhythm.  "Keep stroking
my cock, honey." She pulled his cock back and forth through his swim suit.
Bill opened his mouth wide, enveloped Kelly's mouth and half of her chin,
then plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, probing, wiggling his tongue.
Kelly gripped his cock a little more firmly and stroked a little harder. 
He grasped her blond hair gently and pulled his mouth back.  Her eyes were
closed, but her mouth was wide open, her tongue out.  "Look at me Kelly."
Her pretty green Irish eyes opened.  Distracted, she stopped jacking him
off.  "Do you love Uncle Bill's cock, Kelly?" Kelly quickly resumed her
stroking, and looking at her uncle, nodded her head.  "That's a good girl.
Would you like to see it?" Kelly stroked quicker, nodded her head rapidly.
She couldn't exactly speak in whole words now, but she murmured, "Mn-n-n-n"
her voice wavering.

   "OK, but Uncle Bill's cock wants to see you first." He got up and pushed
a remote control button and some slow, familiar rock and roll track started
to play.  "Stand up, Kelly." Kelly looked a little dazed, but she gathered
herself and got up.  He grasped the bottom of her T shirt and started to
pull it over her head.  Kelly raised her arms.  "Stand up straight, good
posture." Kelly snapped to attention.  "Shoulders back, tummy tuck . . . 
grasp your hands behind your back." Bill reached behind her neck and untied
the halter top of her bikini, then unfastened the clasp in back.  Her very
round and perky A-cup titties were unveiled, the puffy aureoles and fully
erect nipples also standing at attention.  Uncle Bill pinched both nipples
lightly and tugged at them, then bent forward and licked and slobbered over
both titties.  Kelly moaned.  For the first time, Uncle Bill's hand moved
down to her cunt.  Firmly he rubbed her clit while continuing to suck on
and nibble at her nipples.  Two fingers then slid down between her legs. 
He cupped his palm over her clit, rubbed back and forth a few times, then
probed his fingers farther, sliding between the crack of her butt cheeks.

   "OH!  Uncle Bill!  What are you doing? . . .  Don't stop!" He kissed and
licked his way down her tummy, her belly button, continuing his insistent
and firm rubbing of her clit and rude probing with his fingers.  Then he
slid the bikini panties down to her knees, and started to devour her
sacred, virgin cunt.  He thought to himself, she must be reading Cosmo,
because her 14-year old mound was carefully trimmed.  Her pubic hair was
blond, wispy, but trimmed into a neat little "V".  He remembered the days
when only strippers pruned down there.  Since she had just been in the
pool, the nether area didn't have a lot of flavor, but it was juicy before
he started lapping at it like a little puppy.  Kelly put her hands on the
back of his head to hold him there, and gasped in short startled breaths
each time his tongue or lips or nose worked her clitoris.

   Listening to her erotic pleasure gasps, Bill realized he was breaking
his own rule.  Sex was about his pleasure, not hers.  He had been carried
away with Kelly's unexplored 14-year old pussy - its virginity, which he
was committed to respect; and the impression he could make on this young
girl by giving her, what he was sure, would be her first orgasm.  He got
control of himself, however, and slid back up, licking her belly button,
suckling a nipple, then bringing his slobbery mouth to hers.  This time she
darted her tongue deep in his mouth.

   He cupped her face with his hands and pulled back.  Her face was flushed
and her eyes closed, "Would you like to see Uncle Bill's big, hard cock?"
Her eyes opened . . .  speechless she nodded her head rapidly.  "Get down
on your knees, honey."

   The pretty blond teen knelt before him.  "Pull down my shorts, Kelly."
She grasped at the waistband and tugged down his swim trunks.  His cock
sprang out, standing straight out, and banged her on the forehead.  Kelly
was mesmerized, staring at his engorged penis.  "Uncle Bill!  IT'S SO BIG!"


   Bill Kennedy admired his erection, as it rested on his pretty niece's
forehead.  He had a manly dick, not porno size, but a solid 7 inches . . .
8 inches on a good day, and this was a very good day . . .  circumcised,
quite straight when erect.  "Do you love your Uncle Bill, Kelly?"

   "Yes . . .  I really appreciate you teaching me these things."

   If you love me then you will love my cock.  You have a job to do . . .
make Uncle Bill's cock feel good."

   "OK, Uncle Bill, but you'll have to teach me how."

   "Do you love my cock, Kelly."

   "Yes, sir."

   "Wrap one hand around it." Her tiny hand tentatively grasped his swollen
member.

   "Do you remember how you stroked it before . . .  through my shorts?"

   "Yes."

   "OK, do that some more." His young niece began to slide her hand back
and forth, pumping her uncle's dick.

   "If you love it, why don't you kiss it, honey."

   "Would you like me to kiss your big cock, Uncle Bill?" Bill tried to
figure out if she was teasing him, or she really didn't know.

   "Yes.  Kiss the very end of it." Kelly puckered her lips and gave it a
quick kiss.

   "Not the way you kiss your mom, Kelly.  Do it the way we were kissing.
Lick your lips . . .  that's right . . .  bring some spit into your mouth
and give it a big wet kiss, honey."

   Kelly looked up, a little apprehensive, "You're not going to pee in my
mouth are you, Uncle Bill?"

   Bill chuckled, "No, honey, I'm not going to pee in your mouth.  You
didn't pee on my face when I was licking your pussy, did you.  Just give my
big cock, which is aching for you, a big sloppy wet kiss, honey." He filed
the thought away, however.  He was surprised when she asked that, but
realized how naïve she really was.  No, I won't pee in your mouth this time
. . .  maybe another time.

   Kelly grasped his shaft and took a bit of the head between her lips. 
Bill moaned, "That's a good girl, Kelly.  Use your tongue and lips.  I
don't want to feel your teeth at all." Kelly did what she was told, giving
the cock head a wet tongue bath, but taking less than an inch into her
mouth.  Bill let her keep that up for about 30 seconds, saying "Good girl"
a couple of times.  Kelly came up for air looked up at her Uncle and said,
"Am I doing it right, Uncle Bill?  Does it feel good for you?"

   "That's fine, honey.  You're getting the hang of it.  I'll tell you, a
big part of the fun for the guy is watching you do it.  I like to see my
cock going in your pretty little mouth.  I want to see your pretty eyes,
too, so look up at me while you do it.  Keep your hair pulled back so it
doesn't block my view.  You look so pretty, but also so sexy with my cock
in your mouth.  Sit your butt down on the back of your legs, so you can
look up at me and I can get a better view, then love that cock some more
like that."

   Again, Kelly followed his instructions precisely, getting a little lower
and looking up at him with her pretty green Irish eyes while she accepted
his cock head between her lips.

   "OK, honey, I want you to try to take more of the cock into your mouth,
deeper.  I don't want to feel any teeth, so you will have to stretch your
jaw real wide, and cover your teeth with your tongue and lips.  Then see
how far in you can take it . . .  Hahoh . . .  that's right, but keep
looking up at me . . .  yessss . . .  you asked me what sluts do?  That's
what sluts do, and you are the cutest slut who's ever sucked my dick,
little girl . . .  keep that up, slut.  Take it all the way in, then let it
slide out to the tip, then push down on it again . . .  a little faster,
Kelly. . .  GOO-OOD GIRL."

   Kelly was now pumping his dick with her mouth, taking in about 3 inches
per stroke, her upper lip covering her teeth so Bill only felt her soft
wetness.

   "Breathe through your nose . . .  don't stop sucking you little slut . .
.  I'm going to help you now to see if you can get more of Uncle Bill's
cock in your mouth." Kelly's eyes really widened and she made a muffled
sound of dissent.  "I know you can do it, baby.  I know you take more
cock."

   Bill put his hands on the sides of her head and started to pump just a
little deeper, getting at least half of his dick in with each stroke,
feeling her throat press against his cockhead when he pushed in deeper. 
Kelly gagged and struggled to break free, but Uncle Bill was firm.  "Keep
looking at me, Kelly." She was almost bug-eyed now, and a tear was
trickling down one cheek.  Bill stepped up the pace of his pumping, but
didn't push quite so deep.  "You want to see how much Uncle Bill loves you,
Kelly?  You want to see my come shoot out?" Kelly tried to nod her head,
but she was under his control, so he helped her, nodding her head up and
down with her mouth stretched wide with cock.  "OK, baby, just another
minute." He kept up the quick pace of pumping her mouth, for what must have
seemed forever to Kelly, but was about 20 pumps and less than a minute,
then he pulled out his cock about an inch from her nose.  Kelly gasped for
breath.  "Look at me, honey.  Look at Uncle Bill's cock.  It's going to
come for you, cause you're so sexy." He gave it about 3 strokes, and then a
huge spurt of white goo hit Kelly right in the nose.  Kelly tried to pull
away, startled, but Bill had a handful of hair and he held her face in
place for the second spurt on her forehead with a stringer down on her
eyelid, and then with a satisfied "NUNHH!" Bill shot one more squirt on her
cheek.

   Bill panted, "Kelly . . .  Kelly . . .  you are wonderful . . . . .  I
love your mouth.  I loved fucking it."

   "Ewww," Kelly exclaimed.  "You squirted it right on my face."

   "That's my sex love juice, honey.  If a guy squirts on your face, it's
because he thinks your pretty."

   "I don't know Uncle Bill," she squinted through one eye, the other
plastered shut.  It's kinda yucky.  Can I wipe it off now?"

   "I'll help you honey.  I want you to taste it."

   "Do I have to?"

   "Sluts clean up the mess they make, Kelly." With that, Bill started to
squeegee the come off her cheek with his thumb, squeezing it to her lips,
"Open up that pretty mouth, Kelly." She did, and he dribbled a thumbful of
come into her mouth.  Next he worked on the mess all over her nose,
scraping it toward her lips.  Kelly waited with her mouth open and her
tongue hanging out.  "That's a good slut.  Boys are going to love that.  I
love you.  It was really great to come like that."

   Once her face was cleaned up, Uncle Bill sat down and beckoned Kelly to
cuddle on his lap.  They French kissed a little more and Bill fondled her
perfect, firm, freckled titties.  As they both calmed down, he explained a
few more things she needed to know - the younger, more inexperienced guys
in high school would probably come in her mouth, and he would show her what
that was like if she came over tomorrow.  He explained the difference
between a blow job, or "sucking cock" where the girl was pretty much in
control, versus face-fucking, where the guy took over, like he had at the
end.  Once again, the high school boys would probably be very happy with a
standard blow job, but since Uncle Bill had had so many blow jobs, he
usually didn't get excited enough to come until he got the chance to take
over, and pump fast.  He told her it excited him a lot to make her gag a
little.  She probably wouldn't have to do that with Mark - he'd probably
come quickly after she took his cock in her mouth, but just in case he was
more aggressive, Uncle Bill wanted Kelly to know what face-fucking was
like. And besides, Uncle Bill liked it a lot.

   He explained about how coming was what the guy wanted the most, and once
he did, he would probably be all sweet and cuddly like they were being now,
but when he was trying to come he would be much more insistent, maybe even
a bit of an asshole, and not taking no for an answer.

   Bill looked at his watch and knew Kelly would have to be getting home
soon, so he wrapped up the lesson, "I think you need to practice one more
time before you try these tricks out on Mark.  You have to get home now so
your mom and dad can call you at home, and I need to rest up before we
practice more.  Girls can do this over and over, but guys need a little
rest after they come.  Can you come over again tomorrow to practice some
more?"

   Kelly thought about that for about 3 seconds, then said, "If you think I
need more practice, I can come over tomorrow on my way to the library . . .
about 1 pm, OK?" "Perfect," Uncle Bill said.  "What will you be wearing?"

   "I don't know.  What do you want me to wear?"

   "It's not important.  Shorts and a Tee, or a little sundress."

   "OK, Uncle Bill.  I'll be over here tomorrow about 1 . . .  and looking
as cute as I can."