There was just one wee, small problem — the fact that she was warm, and wet, and above all, tight around me. While she clearly wasn't experiencing any problems with having me in her, it was still new and novel enough that she wasn't able to fully appreciate the experience. That meant that I was moving close to my own climax faster than she was toward hers. I tried everything I could to try and increase the pleasure for her, but there was only so much that she'd let me do; trying to slow down, for example, was totally unacceptable to her.
I finally tried to tell her what was going on, but she adamantly told me "I don't care if I have another orgasm! Just keep fucking me!"
So I did. I still tried to make it as good and enjoyable for her as I could; I just quit worrying about it if she didn't cum again when (or before) I did.
Karen had developed a distinct blush on her face and upper shoulders when I felt myself reach that point where I knew it was going to happen — and not much longer, either. Karen was willing to let me slow down a little bit when it meant that I was able to take longer strokes in and out of her; by lying to myself outrageously, I was able to pretend that the increasing sensations I was feeling from the head of my cock weren't as intense as they were; but there was no way of denying the incredible pleasure of feeling myself moving in her any longer.
Somehow, I managed not to slam myself into her as I buried my manhood in her tight sheath just ahead of the first powerful spray of cum erupting from the end of my cock; I heard Karen cry out underneath me, and then the indescribable sensation of her fourteen-year-old vagina clasping at me as I continued to try and fill her with my jism. The feeling of her tight young pussy clenching around me only lasted about half the time my climax did — but the brevity of it didn't diminish the pleasure in the slightest. I was panting as I lowered my body, supporting myself over her on my elbows as I tried to get my wits back together after what I'd just experienced.
I had finally gotten to the point that I could breathe through my nose when Karen wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me as she rained a number of kisses on my face, before telling me
"Oh, Uncle Ted, that was so wonderful! I could feel it when you started squirting in me, and it made me have a little bit of an orgasm, knowing that you were doing it! And you're still big, and inside me, and it feels so good…"
After she'd lowered her head to the pillow again, and we'd exchanged several small, brief kisses, I told her "I'll be glad to stay like this as long as I can, honey."
She crinkled her nose at me before saying "I know- when you're not hard any more, you'll slide out. Then we'll have to do something so your juice doesn't leak out of me and make the bed wet.
But until then, I like having you over me like this."
I gave her another quick kiss, and answered "And I like being over you, so that works pretty good." — and getting a happy smile from her.
As tight as she'd been, I would have thought that it wouldn't take as long as it did for my penis to finally shrink enough to slip out of her; I can only figure that the semi-regular twitches I felt inside her were slowing the process… not that I'm complaining, mind you!
When I knew it wouldn't be much longer, I told her "Karen, honey, I think we'll want to take a quick shower before we go to bed; but before then, I just want to know if you want to clean up with me — and if you do, whether or not you need or want any time alone in the bathroom first."
Delighted at the prospect of rinsing ourselves off together, she told me "No, I don't need to do that. Even though it felt like you put, like, a gallon of your stuff in me, I think it'll just drain out of me while we clean up. But thank you for asking, even if it did make you a little embarrassed!"
I was considerably surprised by her calm acceptance of the idea of getting my cum out, and that she wasn't embarrassed by the idea of letting it happen in front of me. Teresa must have done one hell of a job of explaining things to her and her sisters, since other women that I'd been with would have had conniptions at the very idea of letting me see them dealing with getting my cum out, never mind letting it actually happen. I smiled, and kissed her again, and as I shifted my weight slightly, felt my cock slip free of her intimate embrace. Without saying a word, and before she could move, I slipped out of bed and stood up; I was able to slide her over to the edge, then pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, where I set her feet on the floor of the shower.
Keeping my hand over the shower head, I got the water turned on and adjusted; when it was hot enough, I got into the shower with her, where the two of us had a pleasant time cleaning each other off. She didn't have any qualms about squatting down slightly and using a finger to wash my semen out; the sight was damn near enough to start getting me hard again before she was satisfied with her efforts.
Once we were back in bed, the feel of her cute ass tucked into my "lap" as we spooned did succeed in getting my cock almost completely erect again. Karen just looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and calmly lifted one leg far enough for her to reach back and get my manhood repositioned between her smooth thighs and against her mons before lowering her leg — leaving me "trapped" in a way that I found quite satisfactory.
As we lay there, she told me "Thanks, Uncle Ted. I wanted to stop being a virgin, and find out what it was like to make love with someone, and you made it SO much better thank I even thought it could be. I was still a little bit scared, but you were so nice and patient and everything.
I knew I could trust you, and that you'd make it as easy as it could be… and you did it even better than I hoped. I would have been okay with it if it just didn't hurt too much, but you made it feel good, even. I just want you to know that I know how lucky I am to have someone that loves me and cares for me enough to do everything that you did for me tonight. I know you liked it, too, and all that — but I know that you were thinking about ME more than yourself; and I want you to know that I appreciate that, too."
I gave her a gentle hug, then said "Thank you, sweetheart. It means a lot to me, hearing that I've made you happy."
She wriggled herself against me before releasing a contented sigh, then gave my hand a gentle squeeze where it was cupping her breast.
As I woke up the next morning, I discovered that I was flat on my back — and that something warm and wet was encasing over half my erect cock. On opening my eyes and looking down, I saw that Karen had her mouth full of my manhood while one hand was busy between her slightly-parted thighs. When she saw that I was awake, she smiled (as best she could) at me around my erection, then unashamedly spread her legs wide so I could see that she was see-sawing one finger in and out of her vagina between bouts of using the tip of that finger to administer to her erect clitoris. It was, without a doubt, the best way to wake up that I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Still, the Engineer part of me simply had to ask "And just what do you think you're doing, young lady? Aside from the obvious?"
Reluctantly pulling her mouth from around my cock, she looked at me and patiently told me "I'm getting you hard, of course. After I woke up, I remembered how good you made me feel last night, and I want to see if it's even better now that I know what it's like…"
"You're okay? Not sore inside, or anything?", I asked. As tight as she'd been, I really didn't figure that she'd be ready to have me inside her again any time soon.
"Oh, a little bit… but not enough to make me not want to do it again, if that's what you're asking."
Well, if I hadn't woken up, she'd have done what she was going to, anyway, so I didn't see that there was anything for me to say — other than "How about if you let me help YOU get ready, too?"
Visibly delighted, she didn't say anything in response; she just quickly got herself situated so that she had a knee on each side of my head before leaning over and getting my cock between her lips again. That left me with a slightly different view of her than I'd had the night before -
equally as sexy and attractive, and more than sufficient to tickle my libido. Raising my head, I happily applied myself toward getting her as aroused as I was while holding her firm little ass in my hands.
Karen wasn't trying to make me cum, and that was a good thing; simply having her doing her best to get (and keep) me hard was "entertaining" enough!
It took me only a few minutes of pleasant labor with my lips and tongue to get her fully aroused; I could only figure that giving me oral sex was something that SHE enjoyed nearly as much as I did. Fluttering the tip of my tongue across her clitoris brought her a small orgasm; when it was over, she let me fall from her lips again to tell me "That feel great, Uncle Ted… but I know what would feel even better…"
With that, she raised up again, then carefully got herself repositioned so that she was straddling my hips. Looking down at me, she told me "I don't have to be afraid it's going to hurt, or anything, but I'm still sore enough inside that I'd feel better if I was in charge of how fast you're inside me.", a bit apologetically.
"That's fine, dear. Take your time, and even if you want to stop, that's okay.", I assured her.
She just smiled, and told me "Oh, I don't think that'll happen!" before taking my erection in her cool hand and levering it up. It took her a couple of adjustments before she was satisfied with her position, then she lowered herself so that her opening was resting snugly against the end of my manhood. Holding me steady, she carefully let more and more of her weight come down on me as she began to impale herself on my erection. There was only a brief battle before I felt her get herself wrapped around the head of my cock.
She paused for a few seconds, then started slowly pressing herself farther onto me, with frequent stops to raise up and ensure I stayed well lubricated before she continued. Much more quickly than it had happened the night before, I found my adult erection thoroughly encased by her fourteen-year-old vagina. As the cheeks of her ass settled onto the tops of my thighs, she looked down at me with the mixed expressions of satisfaction at what she'd done, and pleasure at what she was feeling. I could hear the lust in her voice as she muttered "Mmmmmmm… this feels nice…"
Even with her obviously able to take pleasure in having my cock in her, I was still ready to wait for her to start moving first — if you don't count the fact that I reached up to cup my hands under her breasts and start teasing her nipples with my thumbs. After a few seconds of that, she put her hands over mine to hold them there (entirely unnecessary!) before she began rocking her hips.
Her movements were small and slow at first, but quickly became faster and longer as she started to enjoy the feeling more and more. In just a couple of minutes, she was sliding herself along nearly half my penis with considerable enthusiasm.
I have to admit that I was still more than a little bit surprised that she not only had the desire for us to make love again, but the ability, too. But that surprised didn't even begin to get in the way of my enjoyment at feeling her tight sheath sliding up and down on my manhood. When I looked down to where we were coupled, I was fascinated by the sight of my cock (shiny with her oils) disappearing into her, only to see it bracketed by her inner lips as it reappeared. It was only after I'd watched a few cycles of that memorable sight that I thought to get Karen's attention, and tell her "If you'll lean forward and arch your back, you should be able to see something I think you'll like."
She did as I suggested, and then lowered her head to see what I was looking at; a second later, I heard her gasp before softly saying "It… it looks so sexy… and I can see it while I'm feeling it, too…", followed by a heartfelt moan. Both of us watched as she slowly lifted herself almost completely off of me, then just as slowly filled herself with my erection again; it wasn't until she'd repeated her actions several times that she moved to sit up again, saying "That is so sexy to see — but I want to feel it even more…"
Once she mentioned it, I realized that she had a pretty good point — as interesting as it was to watch my cock disappearing into her tight twat, the feeling of it was infinitely better. As she started to resume her previous movements on me, I started trying to see if I couldn't add to her pleasure in other ways. The most obvious targets for my attentions were her breasts, which were firm enough that they swayed only slightly as she moved; I spent no small amount of time caressing and gently squeezing them — rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and softly pinching and pulling on them. When she leaned forward to put her hands on the bed, I was even able to lift my head far enough to suck on the peaks of her breasts, and tenderly bite them… something that pleased her greatly.
But her tits weren't my only target. It was still fun, if not quite as much, to run my hands over every part of her tight little body that I could reach — her silken thighs, the firm globes of her ass, the smooth skin of her sides and back, the delicate curves of her waist and hips… all were subjected to my tender ministrations. As the delicate touch of my fingertips continued to wander her young body, I could feel Karen's womanhood get warmer and wetter with her increasing arousal, as evidenced by the faint blush she'd developed on her face and shoulders.
Still, even Karen's youthful vigor had it's limits when she was in an unfamiliar position and so much smaller than I was; I could tell when she started to get a little tired, and put my hands on her hips to get her to hold still so I could tell her "We don't have to stop" — "Good! I don't want to!" — "but I think maybe you'd like it if we changed around so you could take it easy for a bit?"
"How?"
"If you want to try something different" — "You betcha!" — "you can get on your hands and knees, and I'll be behind you. Then I'm doing the work, and you can rest."
I saw her nipples perk up slightly at my suggestion, and she quickly answered "Yeah, I'd like that…"
She lifted herself off of me, moaning slightly when my cock finally slipped free of her, then readily turned and lowered herself to her hands and knees. I didn't delay in getting to my knees, then behind her — where I had to stop and enjoy the view of her almost-bare mound divided by the parentheses of her glistening and parted labia, with the globes of her cute ass above. Only when she wiggled her hips at me did I remember what I was there for, and move myself close enough to finish what we'd started. It took a little adjustment by both of us before we were in a position that I could wedge the head of my cock against her opening; holding myself steady, I pressed my hips forward, filling her with my manhood in just a single steady, slow thrust as she moaned her pleasure.
When the firm mounds of her ass were pressed against my lower belly, I held myself still in her for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling; then I eased about half my cock out of her before burying myself in her again. Giving her time to let me know if she was having any problems, I started experimenting to find out how she liked me to move in her — fast or slow, long strokes or short, and so on. It didn't take me long to decide that she was agreeable to pretty much anything, as long as it meant my cock was moving in her. With that settled, I simply got myself settled into a rhythm that would let me fuck her for as long as possible.
That proved to be one of the best decisions I'd made in a long time.
With my erection steadily pistoning in and out of her, Karen's enjoyment and arousal increased apace. It was but a very few minutes before I felt her have a small orgasm — about the same as she'd had when I'd climaxed in her the night before. The sensation of her warm, wet sheath getting even tighter around me as I continued to plunder her treasure was a delight… and a surprise, learning that she could enjoy sex THAT much, that soon after giving me her virginity.