What I was trying to do was to be able to stimulate her as much as possible, without having her tense up again each time I began touching something "new"; the idea was that my caresses of her thighs would be "familiar" by the time she noticed what I was doing. I had to figure it was working when I moved my head from the breast I'd started with, to the other — and felt her open her legs so that my hand could move more easily between them… without reacting to the fact that I did have my hand where it was.
As I began to suckle at her breast, I was also increasing the contact that I was making with the area between her thighs; lightly caressing her along the cleft of her sex at first, then slowly expanding my efforts to include drawing my finger across the entrance to her vagina, and softly stroking the area around her clitoris. By the time I'd gotten the ends of both of her breasts standing tall and proud, she was beginning to moan softly as she arched her hips up in response to what my hand was doing farther down.
With her starting to feel more arousal than apprehension, I lowered my head again to begin kissing my way farther and farther down her body, keeping my hand busy for as long as I could.
After a brief delay to tease her navel for a bit, my lips finally came in contact with the soft sparse cloud of her muff — something that also had me close enough to easily discern the light, fresh scent of her excitement. Still, I didn't rush things, despite the increasing desire to finally learn what she tasted like. Instead, I gave her pubis a number of tender kisses while softly "combing"
and occasionally gently pulling on her hair with my lips.
With my head that far down her body, I knew that she'd know that I wasn't in any position to do anything, and carefully got my body between her slender legs. Once I was in position, I welcomed the opportunity to see her as I never had before.
I could tell that the patch of her pubic hair had expanded a trifle, and was starting to fill in, as well — and at the bottom of the "vee", her labia were easily visible. Somewhat small, they were thin, and delicate in appearance and beginning to darken with her increasing desire; their inner surfaces were faintly shiny from the slight overflow of her oils that I'd collected for use on her clitoris — which had nearly shed its cloak, at the top of her slit. Moving my head closer, I was able to extend my tongue, slipping the end of it between her vaginal lips so that I could softly tease the ring of her opening for several seconds before easing it upwards; I got a full taste of her fresh, light, and faintly sweet essence before circling her clitoris a few times.
When I eased my tongue into her honeypot again, she released a soft moan and moved to spread her legs even farther apart — granting me not only better access to her young womanhood, but encouraging me to continue.
Karen had never indicated to me before that she had any wish for me to use my mouth on her the way I was, for whatever reason; but judging from the way she was responding to what I was doing, I didn't figure that it would be the last time she'd want it to happen.
It didn't take me but a minute or so to get her as aroused as she'd been when I was using my hand on her; from there, it was easy (and fun) increasing her excitement even more.
What I thought to do was simple, and to the point: after bringing her to an orgasm, try to get past the barrier of her hymen while she was still relaxed — but only after giving her a chance to change her mind. The window of opportunity would be brief, but my conscience demanded that I not do anything irreversible without some kind of reaffirmation from her that that was what she wanted.
So I was quite happy to apply everything I'd ever learned about her, and giving a woman oral sex, to slowly but steadily raise her arousal to higher and higher levels; doing my best to get her as excited and wet as possible so that I could do my best to make the consummation of our relationship as easy and painless for her as I could.
Trying to worm my stiffened tongue into her pleased her immensely, as did placing my mouth over her opening and trying to softly suck her delicious juices out of the reservoir she kept them in. Slowly circling my tongue around her clitoris, and gently pulling on it with my lips pleased her, as well. It was when I reached up and began squeezing her breasts, and delicately pinching and pulling on her nipples while my mouth and tongue were busy farther down that she really began to respond to my efforts.
Having learned my lesson with Donna, I didn't dare try delaying or intensifying the orgasm that I could feel building in Karen's developing body — but that didn't mean that I wasn't willing to do more of the things that I could tell were producing the kind of results that I was after. Getting the tip of my tongue partway through the entrance to her virginal chamber and then flexing it as if trying to lick her from the inside soon had her body writhing (she kept her pelvis steady under my mouth) as the supply of her nectar increased dramatically.
I knew that Karen was getting close to an orgasm when I felt the ring of her opening begin clenching around the tip of my tongue — it was slight and mild, and infrequent at first; but it didn't take much longer before I was forced to give up any attempts to get my tongue into her because of how often and completely further entry was blocked.
I was rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger while softly sucking on her clitoris when Karen found release from the loving torture that I'd been administering — with a deep groan, she lifted her pelvis as the first of a series of spasms passed through her. I gently pressed my tongue against the small bump of her covered clitoris as the pleasure of her release coursed through her, but didn't do anything else to exacerbate the situation. When she lowered herself to the bed again, I let my head slip from between her smooth thighs; a few moments later, I moved my way up her body until my erect penis was resting in the soft cushion of her pubic hair. It was a trifle awkward because of how much shorter she was, but I managed to softly kiss her face several times before she opened her eyes to look up at me. Seeing me, she got an expression of delight on her face before telling me "That was wonderful, Uncle Ted!"
I smiled at seeing how happy she was, and softly asked her "Do you want to stop now, or go on with the rest of it?", flexing my cock so that it pressed against her.
She didn't bat an eyelash before assuring me "I want to go on with the rest of it."
"You're sure? I really won't be upset if you want to stop now."
"I know you wouldn't, Uncle Ted. But I really am sure — that I want it to happen, and with you."
Hearing her tell me so clearly and directly that she really did want me to be the first one to know her body that way was more than enough to remove any lingering doubts that I had. Looking into her eyes, I began to move so that my erection slowly slid down the soft folds of her mound; as I did, she spread her legs as far as she could before drawing her knees up to make herself as open and accessible to me as she could.
When the head of my cock slipped between her labia, I applied just enough pressure to keep it there as I told her "Honey, I'm going to go slow, and try to make this as easy for you as I can -
but I need your help."
"What can I do, Uncle Ted?"
"I need you to tell me if I start to go too fast, or if something starts to hurt, or if anything is bothering you. We don't have to stop if anything like that happens, but we can try to do things differently to try and make it better. Okay, sweetheart?"
She hadn't seemed particularly bothered before, but I could still tell that hearing me say that gave her some sense of relief, too. Smiling up at me, she said "If I need you to do anything like that, I'll tell you, Uncle Ted. Honest."
Even in that situation, I could tell that she was hedging about being willing to tell me if I started to hurt her — I wasn't particularly happy about it, but had to figure that she had the right to decide for herself how much pain or discomfort she was willing to tolerate before she said anything.
Still looking into her eyes, I began to slowly increase the pressure of my manhood against the gateway to her womanhood. I could see in her face that she knew I was letting her know that she didn't have to be nervous or afraid — and that I was giving her that much more time to change her mind, if she wanted.
Rather than say anything to me, she simply began trying to do what she could to make it happen; it wasn't but a few seconds before I could feel her trying to get the control she needed to deliberately relax herself to grant my entry. I didn't let what she was doing alter what I was doing in the slightest; I just kept a steady pressure against her so that any additional progress I made into her was just that — additional. I was nearly through her, and could already feel the obstruction of her maidenhead touching the end of my cock when she suddenly lifted herself up
— far enough that the head of my manhood slipped through, accompanied by a small squeak from her.
Of course, I immediately stopped. When I looked down at her, it was plain that she was having second thoughts about what she'd just done; otherwise, she didn't appear that she was in any kind of distress. Tenderly, I told her "You didn't have to do that, dear. It was going to happen before long, anyway."
Doing her best to smile, she told me "I know, Uncle Ted… but I just wanted that part to be over, so that I could feel you inside me. I do, now… and I like it!"
Well, I'd told Teresa that I was willing to let them learn things the hard way if they had to, so I didn't figure that there was anything for me to say. Still, I held myself still in her until I felt her begin to press herself up against me in encouragement for me to get on with things.
After sliding my cock back and forth as much as I could to try and get things lubricated, I started moving myself in her in a series of cyclic motions that had me sinking myself into her barely a millimeter at a time — each time I "backed off", it was for slightly less than I'd pressed into her; the thrusts were small and slow enough that I knew I wasn't hurrying her, or having any problem staying wetted with her oils. I had maybe half my cock in her before I remembered feeling her hymen when I'd first entered her. Holding myself still over her, I asked "Are you okay, honey?"
Opening her eyes again, she looked up at me in a mix of satisfaction and mild confusion as she asked "I'm fine, Uncle Ted. Why?"
"I'm halfway inside you, but I could feel your hymen — your cherry — when I first got in."
"Oh, that. When you popped into me like that, I felt it when it broke. It only hurt a little bit, so I didn't say anything about it. By the time you were in me a little more, it didn't hurt at all; now it just feels good to have you in me. You feel huge, but you're not hurting me, or anything."
From the expression on her face, I had to figure she was telling me the truth that she was satisfied with how things were going. Nothing for me to do but carry on, then.
She'd let me know that she was fine with what I'd been doing, so I went back to doing it. It wasn't much later that the incredibly tight, warm sheath of her vagina was securely wrapped around almost my entire length; I might get the last fraction of an inch into her, but that was for later — just then, I could feel the end of my erect penis touching the deepest part of her, and knew that was enough.
She looked up at me when I softly kissed her cheek, and told me "Oh, Uncle Ted! I never even dreamed it could feel like this — like I was missing something without knowing it, and I just found out what it was!", the awe she felt clear in her voice.
I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before asking "You're still okay? Would you like me to wait a little bit before I start moving in you?"
"Oh, I'm fine, Uncle Ted! Even better than fine… it's… it's… wonderful! But yeah, if you could wait a little bit, that'd be nice — I'm still getting used to having you inside me.", the last a bit apologetically.
I kissed her again, then assured her "That's okay, Karen. I'm a full-grown man, and you're still not quite fifteen yet, so I'm not surprised you need some time. Until you let me know you're ready, I'll just wait right here…", the last part drawing a small laugh from her.
She was tight around me, and most definitely stayed that way — even as I felt her begin to learn some control over her internal muscles as she tried to relax herself to having even my average-sized erect penis filling her the way I was. As she got used to my presence, I wasn't the least bit reluctant to kiss whatever part of her struck my fancy — her cheek, her forehead, her ear (with an option to nibble on her earlobe), her throat, and when I could, her lips. Along the way, she brought her legs up, and wrapped them around my waist before locking her ankles behind me.
When she did, I saw her eyes go wide as the last of my penis slipped the rest of the way into her.
It didn't take her as long to adjust to being filled with my manhood as I'd thought it might; reaching up, she held my head still so she could lift her head and kiss me — and brush my lips with her tongue. When she lowered her head again, mine followed so our kiss could continue, and so that I could send my tongue out in search for hers. We finally had to come up for air, and Karen told me "You don't feel even a little bit uncomfortable inside me any more, Uncle Ted -
so you can start moving in me any time you want…"
I didn't bother saying anything in reply. I just eased my hips back until only about a quarter of my erection was still inside her before reversing direction and getting myself buried in her warm, wet sheath again. After pausing a moment to make sure she was okay, I did it again… a trifle farther and faster. Then again, even more.
It wasn't long until I was pistoning in and out of her in a steady rhythm that felt good for both of us; it was her first experience with coitus, and I wanted to make it one that she'd remember with happiness for the rest of her life. It took longer than I'd hoped it would, but there finally came the point that my fourteen-year-old niece began to respond to the sensation of my adult cock filling and emptying her previously virginal pussy; it began with her slightly pressing herself up at me in response to my gentle thrusts, and slowly grew until she was using her heels to press on my ass as she voiced her new-found lust with such phrases as "Oh, god, you feel so good", and