“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Johhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!” My orgasm explodes, sending electrifying pulses throughout my body. He’s still thrusting into me and I just keep riding him as my quivering pussy pulsates around his erupting cock. His hands are on my hips forcing me up and down as he uses my body to milk every bit of cum from his cock. Finally, he releases me and I collapse on his chest, gasping for air.
“Damn, Sara!” he sighs into my ear as he wraps his arms around my body and squeezes my ass cheeks. “Damn!” I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
*****
“You’re like his Pygmalion!” Jenny says over lunch on Friday, referring of course to her son not her husband. “You’re at the “rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain’ part of the process,” she takes another bite of her salad. “Except yours are bare tits in your apartment and I bet the only rain is oozing out between your legs,” she laughs at me for blushing, taking obvious delight at my embarrassment. My Fair Lady is one of our favorite movies and we’ve watched it together dozens of times.
“The difference between a flower girl and a lady, isn’t how she behaves, it’s how she’s treated,” I quote one of our favorite lines from the movie.
“The difference between a stuttering nephew and a stud isn’t whether he stutters but whether he knows what to do with his hard-on,” she laughs. I can’t believe my sister is talking about her son this way. Of course, she’s not the one displaying her tits for him. “Seriously, he’s making progress with Megan,” I say, taking a sip of my iced tea and ignoring her teasing. “I think he might actually ask her out.”
“You can’t let him out there without any training.” Jenny says between bites. “Do you remember your first time?” she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Mine was with Billy Stewart in the backseat of his dad’s car. I was so fucking hot and ready for the big O, and then he grunts a couple of times and collapses on my chest. I thought what the fuck!” she laughs bitterly. “Please don’t let that happen to Jeremy after all he’s been through,” she says and I don’t tell her my first time was completely different than hers.
“I don’t know Jenny,” I say. “We’re talking borderline incest here. I’m just helping him overcome his stuttering,” I insist but she’s not dissuaded.
“Seriously, Sara, you can’t send him out there to blow his top as soon as he touches something wet and warm… you’ve got to help get him ready,” she says. “Who else can do it?” she asks, taking my hand and pleading with her eyes. “Please, Sara.”
“I’ll do what I can,” I promise, my pussy excited at the prospect of teaching Jeremy about sex.
“This will really be something” my sister says quietly. “Training a young virgin from scratch. I almost envy you,” she smiles.
******
The next week, Jeremy makes a little progress early in the week and on Wednesday I compliment him.
“You’re doing well, young nephew,” I say. “We’ll make a Jedi Knight out of you yet,” I tell him, playfully.
“I’ve already got the l-l-light saber,” he jokes, glancing at the bulge in his pants.