8 comments/ 52986 views/ 26 favorites Johnny Be Good By: MissFeatherclit When I was in junior high, I had this incredible crush on my Uncle Johnny. He's my mother's younger brother, and kind of the black sheep in the family. Johnny ran with a rowdy crowd in high school, and always seemed to be in some kind of trouble--underage drinking, smoking pot, truancy, drag racing; you name a way a teenager could get into trouble and he was into it. He was what they called a "greaser." Johnny is ten years older than I am; he's twenty-eight, and I just turned eighteen, right before I graduated from high school. I was thirteen the last time I saw Johnny. He had joined the Marine Corps, and was shipping off to Afghanistan. My Mom said maybe the Marines would shape him up and straighten him out. I was afraid for him, because my father had been killed over there ten years before. It was just Mom and me after Daddy died. Some women fall to pieces and some turn to drink. My Mom turned to Jesus. Big time. She's always gone to church, but when she became a widow, it became her full-time avocation. She switched from a Baptist church, which was conservative enough, to some fundamentalist holy-roller congregation. She made me go to church with her on Sundays, and I hated it. The preacher would scream at everybody and tell us to "repent" for all our sins. I didn't have any sins to repent, because I'd never done anything wrong; my Mom wouldn't tolerate it. I was the perennial "goody two-shoes." Both my Mom and the preacher kept railing about "sins of the flesh." I didn't have any idea what they were talking about, and I didn't know who to ask. I went to a Christian high school that didn't have any kind of sex education in their curriculum; all we got were constant harangues about "abstinence." Abstain from what? I was scared to death when I got my first period. I went to the bathroom and, when I pulled my underpants down, they were filled with blood. I went crying to the school nurse. She told me it was perfectly natural, that it would happen to me once a month, and she gave me a cotton pad called a Kotex. When I told my Mom about it, she said it's a woman's "curse," and then she told me to always wear a pad, never to use a tampon, because you have to put it in "there." I didn't even know what a tampon was. Or where "there" was, either. All the girls at my school had to dress "modestly." We didn't have school uniforms like they wear in Catholic schools. I always wore baggy, shapeless dresses that hung down almost to my ankles, so that I wouldn't call "unwanted attention" to myself. My mother bought me Red Cross underpants that covered my navel, and I wore a bra that was a size too small, so that it would flatten out my "bosoms." It hurt me to wear it. I have really long blonde hair that I wear in a braid that almost reaches my bottom. My Mom wouldn't let me cut or style my hair, because she said that reflected vanity. I had almost no contact with boys. At our school, our classes were segregated, and the boys met in a separate building. The only time boys and girls were together was at church services, that were held in the auditorium, and even then, the girls sat on one side and the boys on the other. I was completely ignorant of any kind of sexual matters, even to the proper names for body parts. A man had a "thing," a woman's genitals were referred to as "down there," or the generic term for all of them as "private parts." I knew about kissing, because I'd seen it in the movies, but I'd never done it myself. Charlie Shoemaker tried to kiss me once at a church picnic, but he had pimples all over his face, body odor, and bad breath, so I pushed him away from me and ran home. I had always gotten straight A's in school, and I wanted to go to college. My Mom wanted me to go to Indiana Bible College, sponsored by the Lighthouse Pentecostal Ministry. She wouldn't help me with tuition or anything else, unless I attended that school and continued to live at home. I refused to go to any Bible college, and there began what I call "Zoey's Rebellion." I hated Indiana. I hated Jesus. And right then, I hated my Mom. When I was little, my Daddy was stationed in California, and I remember I loved it there. I made up my mind that that is where I wanted to go. Over the years, I had saved up my baby-sitting money, and I had about $2400 there, and since I was now eighteen, I could collect my father's survivor's benefits, that had been held in trust for me. That was another $10,000. My mother was furious when I took the money out of the trust, but there was nothing she could do about. I figured I could rent myself a room somewhere, find a job, and enroll in one of the community colleges that don't cost a fortune in tuition. I didn't know where to start looking, but I remembered that I really liked the Bay Area around San Francisco. My Mom had gotten a Christmas card from my Uncle Johnny last year. His return address was in San Bruno, California, which is just south of San Francisco, so I thought I would call him up and ask for suggestions. It had been so long since I'd seen him, I hoped he would remember me. He was always wonderful to me when I was a kid, bringing me presents and taking me out for ice cream and stuff. I already mentioned that I had a crush on him when I was a teenager. So, I found his number and I called him up. "Snooky! How are you, baby girl?" Daddy had hung that nickname on me when I was a little girl, and I hated it, but that's what Uncle Johnny had always called me. "I'm fine, Uncle Johnny, but I'm not a baby girl anymore. I'm calling for some advice." So I told him my story. "Well, hey, kiddo, I've got an extra room at my place. Why don't you come and stay with me until you figure out what you want to do?" "Gosh, Uncle Johnny, that would be wonderful." Then I thought for a minute. "I wonder if I should tell Mom where I'm going to be staying." "HA HA HA, Old Gracie will shit a brick!" I always loved Uncle Johnny's great belly laugh. "Last time I talked to her, she called me a whore-monger and a spawn of Satan." "Yeah, well, she told me I'm going to become a wanton woman, a harlot, and a Jezebel, what ever that means." "I can see why you want to get out of there." I had decided to take the bus to San Francisco to save money. Johnny met me at the bus station. I was wearing a really loose pair of denim pants and a baggy grey sweatshirt. I thought he probably wouldn't recognize me after all these years, but I spotted him immediately. When Johnny walks, his shoulder sway from side to side, in this kind of swagger that he practiced when he was trying to be a bad boy in high school. He is so handsome, I almost swooned. His face looks just like Brad Pitt, his dirty-blond hair was long and he wore it in a ponytail. He was wearing a pair of Levi's, low on his hips, a pair of black boots, a Harley Davidson tee shirt, and a soft black leather jacket, open in the front. I probably shouldn't have noticed, but his pants were pretty tight, and he had a big bulge at the crotch. "Hi, Uncle Johnny," I shouted across the terminal and flung myself into him for a big hug. "Hey, Snooky. Wow, you sure have grown up." "You look wonderful, Uncle Johnny." "How about you drop the 'uncle' and just call me Johnny?" "Okay, if you'll drop the 'Snooky' and call me Zoey." "You got a deal," he smiled. Oh God, when he does that, he has these two gorgeous dimples at the corners of his mouth. He threw my two suitcases in the back of his pickup truck, and we headed down the freeway to San Bruno. Johnny lives up in the hills aways, and he has a ranch style house that he bought and remodeled himself after he got out of the Marine Corps. It was on a big lot and had a kidney shaped swimming pool in the backyard. We went into the house, and were greeted by this really big shaggy-haired dog, who immediately jumped up on me, put his feet on my shoulders and started licking my face. I laughed and scratched him behind the ears. "D.S., get down," Johnny yelled at him. He got down and sat on the floor wagging his tail franticly. "D.S.? That's a funny name for a dog." "It stands for Dumb Shit," he grinned. He showed me my room, which had a queen-sized bed, a dresser, a nice big closet, a dressing table and a nightstand. There was a shared bathroom between my bedroom and his, and a full-length mirror on the door. It had been a three-day bus ride from Indiana. I was tired from the trip, and I had been wearing the same clothes since I started my trip. I wanted to take a hot bath and go to bed. I took my full-length flannel nightgown into the bathroom with me. Filling the tub, I took off my dirty clothes and sank down in the water. As soon as I was in the bath, the door to Johnny's room opened and he stepped into the room. "Oh, Christ, Zoey, I'm sorry; I'm not used to having someone else in the house." I blushed all over. I was neck-deep in the water, so I was sure he didn't see anything, but I'd never been in a room with a man naked before. Later that night, when I thought about it, I felt a little tingly. The next morning, I was having a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee; feeling very decadent, because Mama never had coffee in the house. There was a loud roaring noise that came up the driveway, then stopped. The screen door slammed, and a woman walked into the room She must have been six feet tall, with flaming red hair, and wearing black boots and the tightest jeans I ever saw. She peeled off her leather jacket and, underneath it, she had on some kind of a halter top. She had really big bosoms, half of them spilled over the top of her halter, and there was a big valley between them where they were pressed together. She had a tattoo of a panther on one of them. "Hi, I'm Angie; you must me Johnny's niece, uh, Snooky isn't it." "My name is Zoey, it's nice to meet you. Would you like a cup of coffee?" "No thanks," she said, and went into the fridge and got herself a beer. I had never seen anyone dressed like that, and I guess I was staring at her, particularly at her chest. "You like my tits, Zoey?" "Excuse me?" "You're staring at my tits." "Your what?" "Tits, boobs, knockers, hooters," she said, putting her hands under them and lifting them up. I just learned a bunch of new words. We chatted for awhile and even though she was strange looking to me, she was really very nice, and I liked her. Just then, Johnny came into the kitchen. All he had on was his Levi's; the top button was undone, and they rode low on his hips. He was really muscular, with big biceps, and large, tight pectorals. He had a mat of hair on his chest and a patch on his stomach that disappeared down the front of his pants. He was so good looking! He dug into the fridge and got himself a beer, and when he turned around, I could see this really big, multicolored dragon tattooed on his back. Its claws reached almost to his shoulders, and the tail ran under the back of his jeans. "You ready to go on our run, Angie?" Johnny asked. "Any time you are, dude." "We're going for a ride, Zoey, would you like to go with us?" "Uh, sure. Just let me get dressed." When I stepped out the front door, I realized where the roar had come from. There were two motorcycles in the driveway, one was Johnny's and the other was Angie's. The sun reflected off all the chrome. The tank and the painted parts on Angie's bike was metallic red. Johnny's had a red, white, and blue gas tank. Both of the had fat tires in the back, and skinny ones in the front that stretched way out. They were both Harley Davidson choppers (I learned all this later). Johnny had built them both in his shop. His was a 1969 with a "panhead" engine, that was a replica of the bike Peter Fonda rode in "Easy Rider," and Angie's was a "shovelhead." Johnny made his living building custom motorcycles. "Hop on behind me," he said, patting the seat. Mama had told me horror stories about motorcycle wrecks, and she said Johnny had a death wish. He jumped up on the starter and it roared to life. I was terrified, but I trusted Johnny, so I climbed on. He flipped up the kickstand, and took off down the driveway. When we got to the highway, he really picked up speed. I wrapped my arms around him and held on for dear life. I'll never forget the feel of his soft leather jacket, and how wonderful it smelled. And the feeling of my hair blowing in the wind. After awhile, when I had relaxed a bit, I became aware of the throbbing vibration coming up from the seat under me. It built and built, and centered right between my legs. My belly was on fire, my breath was coming in ragged gasps. Then this huge rush started from my toes, ran through my whole body, and hit me like a lightning bolt right between my legs. I had never had such a wonderful feeling in my life, and I didn't know what it was. If I hadn't been holding tightly on to Johnny, I would have fallen right off the bike. When we got back from our ride, Angie and I were sitting in the kitchen; Johnny had gone off to his shop to work. "So, how'd you like the ride, Zoey?" "At first I was scared to death, and then it was fun. But then something happened to me that I didn't understand." For some reason, I felt she was someone I could really talk to, so I told her about that feeling that I had. "You just came, kiddo," she laughed. "Came where?" "You had an orgasm, Zoey." "I don't know what an orgasm is, but it sure felt good." "Wow, you really are an innocent. Haven't you ever masturbated? Jilled yourself off?" I shook my head. "Well, come in the other room; I can show you how to do that." I followed her into my bedroom. She started taking off her clothes. I thought about turning my head, but I didn't. She pulled off her halter top and her really big boobs popped out. They had great big rings around her nipples, and they kind of hung down on her chest. She stepped out of her pants. Her underpants just had this little piece of cloth between her legs, with strings that went around the sides, and one that went down the crack in her bottom. She took those off, and I could see she didn't have any hair down there, just a little slit like I had when I was a little girl. This was the first naked person I had ever seen, and even though it was probably naughty, I was really fascinated. "You need to undress, too, kiddo, if we're going to do this." I hesitated. The way I was raised, your body is shameful, and you always need to cover yourself up. But I really wanted to know what she was going to show me, and I REALLY wanted to know how to get that feeling between my legs again. I turned my back and stepped out of my jeans, then I pulled my sweatshirt over my head, and I was standing there in just my bra and underpants. Timidly, my whole body blushing, I reached behind me and unfastened my bra; it felt so good to get that too-tight thing off my body. Lastly I pulled my underpants down. Blushing furiously, I kept my eyes cast down to the floor, and slowly turned around to face her. I was afraid Angie would think my boobs were ugly, because they were so much smaller than hers. She looked me up and down. "Holy shit, kid, that's quite a body you have there." "But my, um, boobs are so small compared to yours." "God, I'd trade these jugs of mine for what you have any day. What are you, about a C cup?" "Well, the bra I have is a B cup, but it's way too small. Yours are really big." "Yeah, and I'll be wearing them in my lap by the time I'm forty-five. You have no idea how it hurts my back, carrying these things around. Come over here and look at yourself in the mirror." I walked over to the full-length mirror and looked at myself. I had never looked at myself naked before. My breasts are round and firm, and sit high up on my chest, with kind of puffy pink nipples. My waist is really narrow, and my hips flare out. I have a patch of fine blonde hair between my legs. I turned around and looked over my shoulder, and saw that my butt is full and round. I wondered if Johnny would like my body, if he ever saw it. "I'll show you how I make myself cum, and then I'll show you how to do it. I like to start out by playing with my tits first." Angie lay back on the bed and cupped her breasts, then started stroking them. When she skimmed her hands over her nipples, I watched them stiffen and stick way out. She drew up her knees and spread her legs wide apart. She was pinching one of her nipples and rolling it between her thumb and finger, while her other hand reached down between her legs. "I like to kind of stroke my pussy, before I go to work on my clit." "Your what?" "My clit-- clitoris." "I don't know what that is." "Come over here and look between my legs." Angie spread herself open, and I looked in wonder at all her pink parts. She gave me an anatomy lesson, naming all the parts--the labia, clitoris, vagina. She told me all the proper names, as well as the slang terms: pussy, cunt, cooze, snatch, and a bunch more that I don't remember. She put special emphasis on her clit, and when she started rubbing over the top of it, I could see her outer lips swell up and turn bright pink. I looked in really close, and I could see into her vagina. She slid the hood back and her shiny, swollen clitoris came out. "They call this the 'little penis' because it looks just like one." "I haven't seen a penis yet." But I wanted to. All of a sudden, I was interest in everything about sex. Angie's fingers were flying over her clit, and she was pinching and rolling one of her nipples at the same time. She started to moan, and then out a big cry, "OH GOD, YES, YES....AHH." Her hips rose up, and a lot of fluid poured out of her cunt. "Now you try it. Start by rubbing your tits and playing with your nipples." I did that, and this really tingly feeling went from my boobs all the way down between my legs. I put my hand down there and found my clit. It was really swollen and hard. I did what Angie showed me, rubbing over my hood; then I dipped my fingers into my vagina and spread my juice all over the head of my clit. I rubbed circles all around it. It felt wonderful, and the more I did it, the greater the sensation became. It built and built, until it completely overwhelmed me. My hips started bucking up and down, my body shook, and then the lightning bolt struck me. "OHH...OHH...AHH...Ahhh, ahhh...mmmm." I was captured, hooked. I loved that feeling and wanted to do it again and again. When my legs stopped shaking, I got up and went to get dressed. Angie looked at me with a frown on her face. "Come on with me; we're going out." "Where are we going?" "Shopping." We went to a big mall, and Angie took me from store to store. She said we needed to start from the bottom up, so our first stop was at Victoria's Secret. My eyes got huge when I saw the displays in the window. Mama would be totally appalled if she thought I was wearing any of this stuff, but it gave me a secret thrill. She picked out a handful of bras and bunch of panties, and we headed for the dressing room. Angie had already seen me naked when she showed me how to make myself cum, so I wasn't embarrassed anymore. I tried on several bras, and found it was a 34C that fit me. I guess I was really transforming, so I picked out several really lacy ones that lifted my breasts and barely covered my nipples. I picked out some really lacy panties, too, some bikini style and a few thongs. I got a really sheer see-through nightie, too, and I wondered if I'd ever be brave enough to model it for Johnny. There was a little hair sticking out around the thong, and Angie said she'd shave it for me. We went to a bunch of different stores, and I got some short skirts, shorts, tops, and some jeans that were so tight, I had to really wriggle to get into them. We got some really pretty dresses, too. The seam in the crotch went right between my pussy lips, and really felt good when I walked. My lips kind of pooched out, and Angie said that was a camel toe. When we got home, she shaved off my pubic hair, and I really liked how smooth it felt. You could see my slit, just like when I was a little girl. Johnny Be Good I took all of my old clothes and stuffed them in the garbage can. I stuffed myself into a pair of my new jeans, and put on a crop top that left my belly bare and showed lots of cleavage. I unbraided my hair, combed it out, and fixed it into a ponytail. Angie showed me how to put on a little mascara and some lip-gloss. I walked out of my room just as Johnny was leaving to work in his shop. He did a double-take when he saw me. "Wow, you look great, Snook...uh, Zoey. Look what you've been hiding under all those baggy clothes. Great ass, too." He reached out his hand and rubbed one of my buns, like he did when I was little. His touch really thrilled me, and I could imagine him running his hands all over my body. After he left, Angie and I sat in the kitchen. She pulled out a couple bottles of beer and handed me one. I never drank beer before. It was kind of bitter, and really bubbly, but when I finished it, I decided I liked it. We had another one, Corona, served with lime. "Are you Johnny's girlfriend, Angie?" "Nah, we're just good friends--and occasional fuck-buddies." I was puzzled by her answer. "I've heard the word 'fuck,' but I don't know what it means." She rolled her eyes when I said that. "Okay, we'll complete your education." She pulled out her laptop, a MacPro with a big screen. She booted it up, and went to a website called X-Art. Oh. My. God. Did I ever learn a lot. The video started with this really good-looking couple. They were kissing, and their tongues were licking at each other. The guy pulled her top off and started feeling her boobs. Then he bent down and kissed them, and took a nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. I felt a tingling in my own breasts, and subconsciously began to fondle one of them. Then the girl on the screen unzipped his pants and pulled them down. There was his penis! Angie paused the video and gave me all the names for his member: penis, dick, cock, tool, rod, prick, and some more. It was kind of long and hung down between his legs. The girl took it in her hand and started stroking it, and it started to get longer and stick straight out. She held it in her hand and started licking it! Then she put it in her mouth! She must have liked doing it, because every time it came out of her mouth, she smiled and looked at him. He pulled her pants off and started licking her pussy. WOW! That was so HOT! I found my hand had sneaked down the front of my pants and I was all wet down there. He took his hard-on, slipped it between her pussy lips, and slid in all the way into her. He moved it in-and-out and I could watch his balls swinging back and forth. He did it on top of her, from behind her, with her on top of him. Then he pulled it out and she took it her hand and pulled on it, until he shot a white load of his cum all over the front of her. I guess I must have gotten carried away with my hand in my panties, because when the guy in the video came, I did too. "So now you understand what fucking is?" Angie asked. "Wow, yeah, I do." "Do you want to do it?" I nodded my head. "Yes, I do." "You want to do it with Johnny, don't you." It was a statement, not a question. "How did you know?" "I can tell by the way you look at him. Let me give some tips on how to seduce him." She gave me all kinds of information and advice, and I'll always be grateful to her. Johnny said I could stay with him as long as I like. He looked at me really differently since I started wearing my new clothes. When he thought I wasn't looking, I could see him checking out my tits and my ass. I adopted a sexy walk, letting my hips sway when I moved. I started wearing really low-cut crops and tank tops, and made sure to bend over in front of him, so he could see my boobs in my sexy bras. I enrolled at Skyline College, right there in San Bruno, and Johnny gave me a re-conditioned 350 Honda that I could ride back and forth to classes. It rode really smooth and didn't vibrate like the Harleys; or "Hogs" as the bikers call them. One night, Johnny threw a big party at his house. There were a lot of people there. The music was really loud, and there was lots of food, and lots to drink. Somebody made a big pitcher of screwdrivers, and discovered that I really liked them. I had several glasses, and was feeling really good. Angie had taught me how to dance, and I really had fun shaking my booty to the hard rock and roll music. When a slow tune came on, this biker they called Skitch, took me out on the floor. He held me really tight, and my breasts were pressing hard into his chest. They started to tingle when I rubbed against him, and I could feel my nipples getting hard. After awhile, I could feel something hard pressing into my stomach. Wow! I had made him have an erection. He ground it against me for awhile, until the music stopped. I was disappointed, because it was starting to turn me on. I got another screwdriver, and I was standing near the wall drinking it. Skitch came over and leaned against the wall, with his arms on both sides of me. I was kind of trapped there, but it was okay. He leaned his face in close to mine, and I knew he was going to kiss me. His lips just touched mine, and suddenly he was jerked backwards. "HANDS OFF, dude," Johnny shouted at him, pulling him back away from me. "Stay away from him, Zoey, he's bad news." "But all he was going to do was kiss me. I've never kissed anyone before, and I want to know how to do it." He took me by the hand and led me down the hall into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. "I'll teach you how to kiss." He was weaving a little bit, so I guessed he'd had a lot to drink. He put his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to him; there were still a few inches of space between us. He tilted his head just a little bit, and pressed his lips against mine. I was excited, but pretty tense, too. "Relax, loosen up a bit. Open your mouth just a little." He took his fingers and gently pinched my lips, then laid a finger between them so they were slightly apart. He kissed me for real then, and I kissed him back. "Just follow my lead, Zoey, and do back to me what I do to you." I followed his lead, and this wave of pleasure started moving through my body. My knees got week and I was breathing really hard. Then he slipped his tongue between my lips! I put my tongue back between his, and we rubbed them against each other. He took my lower lips between his lips and nibbled on it a little bit. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me, pressing my firm breasts into his chest. I could feel his passion built with mine, and we were going at it hot and heavy. His pelvis was pressed hard into me, and I could feel his cock get big and hard. I started to rub my lower body against his. He moaned when I did that, and suddenly his eyes got big and he pulled away from me quickly. "Okay, uh, Zoey, so that's how you kiss. You got the hang of it pretty quick." He walked out of the room kind of hunched over, probably so I wouldn't see the bulge in his pants. I really wanted to touch it, to take it out of his pants and hold it in my hand. Watching the guy in the video made me want to see a real one. I didn't wear any panties to bed that night. All I wore was a tee shirt, and I took that off, too. I started imagining I was feeling Johnny's penis, jerking on it, licking it, sucking on it. My hands started massaging my tits, and tugging on my nipples, that got harder and harder the more I played with them. My hands found their way down between my legs. My cunt was already wet, and I rubbed each one of my swollen inner lips before I got to my clit. I made a V with my fingers and ran them down both side of my clit, not touching the head yet. I got the vibrator Angie had given me out of my nightstand and turned it on. She suggested that I pop my cherry myself before I ever have sex, so that the first time won't hurt so much. I ran the vibrator over my puffy outer lips, and it felt really good. I moved it up and down my slit, then spread myself wide open, and ran through my folds and between my minora, then focused it over my clit. I felt that wonderful rush start down in my toes and work it's way up my body, and then boom! it hit me. Right at the height of my orgasm, I shoved the vibrator deep into my cunt. "OOH....AHHHH....nggghhhh....AH....OW!" It really stung for a minute, and then the pain subsided, and I felt the vibrations deep inside me. It made me cum again, a deep, different kind that I felt when I did it on my clit. When I pulled it out, there was some blood on it, and some on my sheet, but that kind of pain was a thing of the past. The next day, I put on a pair of short cut-offs; the bottoms of my ass cheeks hung out under the legs, and a really low-cut tank top with no bra. Johnny was sitting at the kitchen table, and before I came into the room I pinched my nipples, so they would really stick out through my shirt. I kind of bounced into the room so my boobs would jiggle when I walked. I could see him thoroughly checking me out. His coffee cup was almost empty, so I got the pot off the counter to refill his cup. When I poured it, I leaned way over and my top pulled away. I filled his cup really slowly, to give him plenty of time to see my bare tits. I had practiced this in front of the mirror, and I knew they hung down invitingly. I put my hand behind his neck, and gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks for last night, Johnny. I really liked kissing you." He mumbled something unintelligible, and went back to eating his breakfast. I sat next to him, and when I raised my arms, he could see the whole side of my boob. I looked in his lap, and there was a bulge in his pants. A big bulge. That evening, Johnny was sitting on the couch watching Monday Night Football. There were a couple empty beer bottles on the coffee table, so I bent over and scooped them up, again giving him a full look at my boobs. I got him another beer, and one for me, and sat down next to him. I didn't know anything about football, but I pretended I was really into it. We had a couple more beers, and I snuggled up next to him. One of my breasts was pressing against his arm, and I knew he could feel it. I put my arm around his neck and pulled his head down, so I could kiss him again. He hesitated a little, but when I slipped my tongue into his mouth, he seemed to really get into it. "Johnny?" "Huh?" "Would you tell me if a guy would like my boobs? They're not as big as Angie's." I pulled my tank over my head and sat there topless in front of him. "Your tits are beautiful, Zoey. They're just the perfect size. Angie's are kind of big, but they're really soft and kind of saggy. Yours look nice and firm and they don't sag a bit." "Do they feel firm?" I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He felt it all over, then put his other hand on my right one. His hands felt so strong, yet so gentle. He gently squeezed and massaged me. When his palms skimmed over my nipples, they got really hard and stuck way out. I didn't know it before, but there is a direct hotline between my nipples and my clit. I was squirming in my seat, and my panties were really wet. "Suck them, Johnny." He leaned down and put a nipple in my mouth, then he suddenly sat up and moved away from me. "This is wrong, Zoey. You're a beautiful young woman, and I'm really attracted to you, but you're my niece." "It doesn't matter to me that you're my uncle. I've loved you all my life." "We're family; that's called incest." "Cousins do it with each other all the time, and that's not really different from an uncle and a niece. They can even get married in this state." "You really turn me on, but I can't help feeling we shouldn't be doing this." "I really want to learn everything there is about sex, Johnny, and I want to learn from you. But if you don't want to, I could probably get Skitch to teach me." "You don't want to have anything to do with him!" I guess that changed his mind, because he went back to caressing my breasts. His tongue flicked across my hard nipple, and when he sucked them some more, the tingle in my pussy was really building up. "Oh God, Johnny...OHH...OH...nnnngghhh...yes yes yes....mmm...mmmm." When I quit shaking, I put my hand on the bulge in his pants and felt his cock. I started unzipping his pants, hoping he wouldn't stop me. His eyes were glazed and his breathing was really heavy. I could see the tip of his dick sticking out over the top of his Jockey shorts. He raised his butt off the couch and I pulled his pants down. And there it was! Standing straight up. It was the first live penis I hade ever seen, and it was beautiful. It was really big, too. The head was big and red, it had blue veins standing out, and it had a slight upward curve. I could see it pulse with the beat of his heart. I ran my fingertips all over it, up his hard shaft, and then over his big red head, feeling all along the rim. Cupping his balls in my hand, I gently felt them, and the soft skin of his sac. I wrapped my hand around his cock; it was soft, yet hard, and it was really warm to the touch. It was so big around that my thumb and fingers wouldn't even touch. I started to stroke it, holding the skin pretty tight, and watching it slide up and down his cock. He was circumcised, but there was still enough skin to pull it part way over his head. The lower part of the skin was connected to his scrotum, and when I pulled it up, his balls would lift, too. I was fascinated watching him, and my pussy tingled some more. His eyes were half closed and he had a real dreamy look on his face. All of a sudden, some clear liquid came out of the little slit on the tip of his crown. I later learned it was called pre-cum. It was really slick and slippery, and I smeared it all over the top of his cock. I could squeeze his swollen head, and his cock would slide through my fist. I pumped him harder and faster, and his hips started moving up and down with each stroke. I watched as his ball sac got tight and pulled up against his cock. It was kind of round and all wrinkly. I could feel his penis throb and pulse. "I'm gonna cum, Zoey...I'm gonna cum...oh Jesus...Oh shit...AHHHH." He let go a big wad of cum, and it splashed up under my chin, and all over my tits. I made him cum! I was really proud of myself. I rubbed it into my skin, until it disappeared, and I played with some that was still on my hand. Angie had advised me to go slow, take it one step at a time, and enjoy each part of the experience. I kissed him deeply, and went back to my room. I was still topless and I saw him watching my boobs bounce when I walked. D.S. came running up to me and stuck his nose right in my crotch. I laughed and scratched his ears. I guess he liked the smell of my pussy juice. I slept naked that night. I couldn't get the image of Johnny's dick out of my mind. I loved touching it and making him cum. I giggled when it occurred to me that cum is both a noun and a verb....too many days in English class diagramming sentences for parts of speech. I took out my vibrator, and buzzed it all over my tits and my nipples. Then down all around my mound, and across my excited puffy lips. I ran it into my slit, then opened myself up, and teased myself with it, slowly running it on the outsides of my minora, in that little crease that can be so sensitive, then on the inside of my swollen lips. Finally, I got near my clit, and ran the vibrator down both side of it, and finally over the hood. My glans was already sticking out from its hiding place, but I slid my hood all the way back and let it all out. I jumped when I first buzzed it; it was so hard and so sensitive that I could barely stand the stimulation. My orgasm was building ....building....and then it hit me, like a bolt if lightning. "OH SHIT....SHIT FUCK....OOOO....AHH...OH...oh...ahhhh." Right when I came, I took the vibrator and shoved it deep into my cunt. It was a lot thinner than Johnny's cock, but it was still tight in my virgin pussy. I pushed it all the way in, until it was buzzing my cervix, and I came again. I was so loud, I'm sure he could hear me. I was hoping he did. My classes at Skyline College were going pretty well. I was taking a lot of prerequisites that I would need for a degree; some of them I liked and some I didn't. I was getting a lot of attention from some of the guys at school, but I wasn't interested in them. The way some of them looked at me was making me more confident in the way my body looked. One day, when my classes were out early, I rode my Honda downtown and stopped at a tattoo parlor. I had really debated with myself, whether to get one or not. Mama had always said people with tattoos were low-class scum, but I think some of them are really pretty. I ended up getting one on my lower back; a garland of roses that ran from hip to hip. "Wow, that's really sexy, Zoey," Johnny said when he first saw it. That really pleased me; I wanted to be sexy for him. My bedtime wear is usually a long tee shirt and panties. This night, I left my panties off. We were on the couch, drinking some beer and eating some nachos. D.S., who spends most of his time sleeping, was sitting in front of the table, wagging his tail like crazy, hoping he could cop some food. I threw a corn chip to him, and he leaped up and snatched it out of the air. He was so funny; his big ears flopped around as he leaped up. You'd think he couldn't see anything with all that long hair covering his eyes, but he didn't miss a trick. I tossed one way over his head, and he jumped up and snatched it over his shoulder. The dog came over to Johnny and plopped down at his feet. Johnny got off the couch and started wrestling with him on the floor. I scooted over to the edge of the couch to watch them. My tee shirt slid up and my legs were spread. He looked up at me, and he could see my bare pussy. I got soo hot having him look at me, and I could see that he was getting a bulge in his pants. When he got back on the couch, I leaned over and started kissing him, and my hand started rubbing his cock through his jeans. This time, he unzipped his pants himself and took them completely off. His cock was so big, and so hard; I just loved looking at it. I took it in my hand and started stroking it the way I knew he liked it. I bent over his lap and took it in my mouth. He looked really surprised, and then a big grin spread across his face. I sat up for a minute and pulled my shirt over my head. It was the first time I'd been completely naked in front of him, and I was so excited, I tingled all over. Angie had told me how to give a blowjob, and I followed the directions she had given me. I held his prick in my hand, and started licking the underside, from the bottom up to the head. My tits were dangling invitingly, and he took them both in his hands. I moved down and licked his balls, carefully taking each one in my mouth and sucking gently. I thought of stopping and asking him if I was doing what he liked, but from the expression on his face, and the way he was moaning, I figured I was doing okay. I took his cock back in my mouth, keeping my lips tight around it, and swirling my tongue around him. The feel of his spongy hard swollen crown in my mouth really turned me on; my pussy was dripping. The combination of his cock in my mouth, and his hands pinching and rolling my nipples, droved me over the edge, and I came. Really hard. "MMMMM....MMMPH....NNGGGHHH....MMM..." My screams were muffled because my mouth was full. I started bobbing my head and stroking his shaft. His hips started moving, thrusting; he was fucking my mouth. He started to growl deep in his throat, and his balls drew up. "I'm gonna cum, Zoey...watch out." He tried to pull my head away, but I just gripped his hips harder, and kept my mouth around him. Johnny Be Good "OOHH....AHH....AHHH....GOD....MMMM....mmm...ahhh. Oh God that was good...so good." The first big spurt almost triggered my gag reflex, but I held on until he was pumped dry. I ran his hot cum around in my mouth for awhile, savoring the salty, slightly musty taste, then swallowed it all. I sat up and kissed him. I wasn't sure he'd want to kiss me with his cum in my mouth, but he probed my whole mouth with his tongue. Johnny pushed me back on the couch and spread my legs. When he started kissing his way down my body, I realized that he was going to eat my pussy! Just the thought of his mouth on me had my cunt dripping. I hope he would like the smell and taste of my pussy, as much as I liked his. He sucked really hard on my nipples; that had my whole body quivering with excitement. Then his mouth moved lower, across my belly, and down to my mound. He pushed my knees up, so he would have better access. He went all around it, up and down my thighs, and over my puffy outer lips. He spread my pussy wide open, and sat there for awhile just looking at me. It was probably a long time since he'd seen a virgin. I was so excited, I could feel my clit throbbing for his attention. He went everyplace else but my clit, getting closer and closer to it, without touching it yet. Sucking my inner lips into his mouth, sent a thrill all through me. He took his tongue and ran it down beside my clit on both sides, and my heat built up. Taking my hood between his fingers, he slipped it back, exposing my swollen pink head. When he touched it with his tongue, I jumped, the feeling was so intense. He could tell by the way my hips were moving, and by my breathing, that I was ready to cum, so he backed off. "God, Johnny, don't stop! Please don't stop." He sat back and grinned at me, until I settled down, and then he started in again. Three times, he brought me right to the edge of a climax, and then backed off. When he started the last time, I fisted my hands in his hair, and bucked and humped against his face, until I had a--literally--screaming orgasm. "AHHHHHHHHH....OH GOD....JESUS....FUCK....AHHH...AHHH." He knew what he was doing, alright. I lay crushed, flattened by what he had done to me. I didn't know my body held such wonderful secrets. I guess he must have liked my taste, because he licked me clean. The next day, Johnny, Angie, and some of their friends were taking a run over to the coast, somewhere near Half Moon Bay. People normally associate guys who ride Harleys to be gang members, or badasses. Maybe it was at one time, but not anymore. A lot of his customers are doctors, lawyers, stockbrokers, or other professional people. They almost have to be these days, because a 2013 Harley Boss Hoss lists for $44,000. There were about twenty bikes in the group, divided between choppers and the newer stock models. Out of the whole group, there were three women riding their own bikes, including Angie. Most of the guys had a "biker babe" riding behind them. I assumed most of the men were married, and I wondered how many of the women with them were their wives. I saddled up behind Johnny. We rode up to Skyline Drive, past the Pulgas Water Temple, and then onto CA-92, by the Chrystal Springs Reservoir and out toward the coast. There is an awesome sound, when you have twenty hogs all riding together. We rode on for awhile, and I got that throbbing vibration going between my legs, and I had another blazing orgasm. But after that, I figured out how to stand on the pegs, and tip my pelvis to keep it from happening. I loved it, but too many of those and I'd fall right off the back and be another piece of road kill. We turned left on Highway 1, and headed south toward Pescadero. We came to a dirt turnout on the ocean side of the road, and everyone parked their bikes. There was a little narrow trail leading down the bluff, and we followed Angie down to the beach. There were only a handful of people down there, and as we got closer, I could see that they were all naked. We were on a nude beach! Everyone in our group threw their beach towels down on the sand, and started taking off their clothes. I guess I was still a little bit bashful, but I felt uncomfortable being naked in front of all these people I didn't know. "Come on, Zoey, take 'em off, you won't even notice it after awhile," Angie said. She was right; after a few minutes I felt really okay with it. There were all kind of different sizes and shapes of bodies--big boobs, little tiny boobs, and all kinds of different cocks. A couple of the guys didn't have any head that you could see, and just a big flap of skin hanging down. Angie laughed at me when I asked her what happened to them, and she told me all about circumcision. I think that's really a brutal thing to do to a baby, but I'm glad Johnny had it done, because I really like his cock the way it is. I was the youngest person there, and my body was firm and trim, compared to some of the others. I heard somebody say "hard-body," and I have to admit I really liked the guys watching me. Johnny saw some of the guys hovering around me, and from then on, he was always holding my hand or keeping his arm around my waist, letting everyone know I was "his." When I rubbed sun block on his back, I could really study the dragon tattoo on his back. It was multi-colored, and very intricately done; a true work of art. The tail disappeared down the crack in his butt, and came out again on his leg. I gave him a really good massage, and spent a lot of time on his trim, hard ass. When he did mine, he teased my rosebud with his fingers. I spread my legs a bit, and the backs of his hands ran over my swollen pussy lips. I was really wet. I looked over to the next blanket, and saw Angie and another woman locked in a tight embrace. Their legs were between each other's, and they were really humping away. Her nipples were pierced, with silver rods that had little bulbs in the ends. God, that must have hurt. When we got home, Johnny got in the shower to wash off all the salt and sun block. I pictured him standing in there naked, and my pussy started to tingle. I screwed up my courage and slipped into the shower stall behind him. He turned and smiled at me, and gave me a big kiss. I scrubbed his back, then down to his ass. I spent a lot of time sliding my soapy hand up and down his butt crack, and he moved it back and pressed it into me. I pressed my fingers over his asshole, and thought about pushing one in there, but I wasn't sure whether he'd like that or not. I scrubbed his legs, and when I got to the top, I lathered up his hanging balls, and they slipped and slid around in my hand. I stood back up and reached around to his front side, washing his muscular chest and down his stomach, until I got to his hard cock. I lathered it all up and started stroking him, swirling my slippery hand around the head. He turned around, pulled my body close to his, and kissed me passionately, as they water streamed down on our heads. He lathered up my breasts and slid his hands all over them. My nipples were swollen and rock-hard. He worked down my tummy, then slid the soap between my legs. I spread them wider to give him better access. He lathered me, from my asshole to my clit, and I started pumping his hand. He slipped a finger into my vagina a couple inches deep, then crooked it and started rubbing on the front of my hole. It felt good. Then better. And better. "Oh, God, Johnny! What are you doing? What is that?" "That's your G-spot, baby." I love it when he calls me "baby." My knees started to get weak, and I put my arms around his neck to hold myself up. "Oh Jesus, Johnny....Johnny....Johnny....I'm gonna cum....cum...OH... AHHHHH...ahh... ahh." Just when I think I'd already had the best orgasm of my life, something else comes along that's different and better. After I had cum soo hard, I sat down on the floor of the shower and let the hot water pour over me. He picked up a bottle of shampoo and washed my hair. I didn't realize how sensual that could be. His hands felt wonderful, and he was so sweet and gentle. He sat and watched me as I, still naked, blow-dried it. When it was dry, he brushed it out for me, yet another wonderful experience. With my braid undone, my hair hangs down below my waist. When I am nude, it feels wonderful drifting over my body. "I love looking at your body, Zoey," he said, and kissed me again. I was feeling so high! I was so sleepy after that long day; the bike ride, the ocean air, and the several orgasms I had that day, that I lay down on my bed and fell asleep almost immediately. The last thing I remember was Johnny kissing me goodnight and pulling the covers over me. The next morning was Sunday. Johnny's shop was closed, and I was planning on a day of relaxation. And maybe something else? I put the coffee on, and crept into his bedroom. I was wearing a sheer nightie that I had bought when Angie took me shopping. I slowly slid the top sheet off of him, and looked at his naked body. He was so handsome, with a day's worth of stubble on his face, and his hair all tousled. He had a smile on his face, and his flaccid cock was lying across his leg. I knelt on the bed beside him, took his cock in my hand, and put it in my mouth. A soft penis feels so much different than a hard one in my mouth. I started sucking on it, running my tongue under his head. It started to swell, and grow, and grow some more, until it was hot and hard. Johnny opened his sleepy eyes, smiled at me, and started running his hands through my hair. Then he pulled my head away from his cock. "What are you doing, Johnny; I love to suck your cock." "I love it too, but I don't want to cum just yet. Sit up and let me look at you.... you look so beautiful in that nightie." I sat up on him. I didn't have any panties on underneath, and my pussy lips pressed against his cock. He started rubbing his hands all over my body through the silk fabric. He rubbed my back, and all over my ass. Silk on skin feels amazing. He felt all over my boobs through the nightie and I tingled all over. I leaned forward and let them dangle invitingly. He lifted the negligee up by them hem and pulled it over my head. I leaned forward and pressed my breasts into his face. He kneaded them gently, just the way he knew I liked it, then started teasing my nipples with his tongue. They were so hard, I thought they might explode. He took my nipples into his mouth, one at time, and sucked and sucked, tonguing them when they were in his mouth. While he was sucking, I pressed my pussy harder into his cock, grinding my clit against his shaft. My belly was on fire, and I felt that rush coming up, right from the soles of my feet. "I'm cumming, Johnny, OH JOHNNY....OOOOO....Oh God God God...OOOO!" I flooded his balls with my milk-white juice, and collapsed on top of him. He held me tight until I stopped shaking, then started stroking my body, whispering softly in my ear. "You're so beautiful, baby, so beautiful. I'm so glad you're here with me." This "bad boy" was such a sweet and gentle man. I sat up again, and he pulled me forward, so my pussy was right in front of his face. He started kissing all around it, then he started licking me, teasing me with the point of his tongue. He told me later that he loves the way my inner lips hang down when I'm in a position like that. He kissed, licked, and sucked all my inner parts, pushing his tongue deep into my vagina. Finally, he slid my hood back, and took the head of my clit into his mouth. I was going crazy, moaning and writhing around. My hips, involuntarily, started grinding against his busy mouth. My orgasm was building and building. "Jooooohnnnneeeeey.....NNGGGHHHH....NNGGGGNNN...Oooooo....oooo." I moved back and kissed him, tasting all my juices on his face and in his mouth. "You make me cum soo good, Johnny." "I love to make you cum. Your face is so beautiful when you cum." I couldn't wait any longer; I had to feel him inside me. I rose up over him, took his hard cock in my hand, and moved it back and forth over my clit. He oozed a bunch of pre-cum and I spread it all over his head. He was wet. I was wet. It was time. I was a little bit scared because his penis is so big and my vagina is so narrow. Taking his erection in my hand, I put it between my lips, and eased down slowly. His tapered crown started sliding inside me, and I gasped. Slowly, slowly, I eased him into me. I winced a little when his whole head got inside me. He was really stretching me. I pressed down, and a little more moved into me. "Are you alright, baby? Am I hurting you?" "It hurts a little bit when I'm getting stretched, but it feels wonderful, too." "Do you want to stop?" "No, no....I want all of you." Slowly, steadily, I eased myself down on him, feeling my cunt spreading to take in his girth. Then he was all the way inside me. My pussy was resting on his groin, and the tip of his cock was pressing on my cervix. I was a woman now! I looked into his eyes and we smiled at each other. "I love you, Zoey, so very much." Those were the words I'd been longing to hear. I knew he loved me as his niece, but now he loved me as a woman. "Oh, I love you, too, Johnny. I've loved you for so long." His cock completely filled me up. It was so big, so hard. I rose up slowly, feeling it withdraw and my vagina closing up again behind it. When the head reached my entrance, I pushed down again. It went in easier this time, and I didn't feel any pain at all. He held my breasts in his hands and played with my hard, swollen nipples again. "You feel so good, baby, so hot, so slippery, so tight." I moved up and down, up and down, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. I was fucking! Johnny started to thrust his hips up to meet me. When I rocked back and forth, my clit rubbed against his pubic bone, making me hotter and hotter. I leaned back, and his cock rubbed against my G-spot, adding another sensation to what I was already feeling. My vagina, my clit, and my G-spot, all at the same time! I was going wild. I felt my climax building again, slowly working it's way through my body. "I'm going to cum soon....soon....soon....gonna cummmm." "I'll wait for you, sweet baby." I started to quiver and shake, and I came, wave over wave, washing over me. Just as I did, Johnny rose was up, his cock pulsed, and he shot a huge stream of hot spunk deep into my cunt. "AHHHHHHH....AHHHHHHH....OOOOOH," It was hard to tell which one of us made the noises, because we shouted at the same time. When his cock slipped out of me, I looked back between my legs and watched his cum pour out of my pussy. He took me in his arms, and stroked me all over as we cuddled together. I was basking in the sweet afterglow. We spent the rest of the day in bed; kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking each other. He showed me some different positions. I really liked doggy-style, because it feels soo good to have his hips pressing into my ass. That was the absolute best day in my life. While we lay together, I kept humming that old Chuck Berry song. My "Johnny be Good." So good.