I could see Wendy blushing slightly as she answered "Uh… since before you had an orgasm. You know, when Uncle Ted's penis was in you."
"So you saw pretty much everything?", Donna asked.
Wendy nodded, blushed again, and answered "Um, yeah… even that you… you were using your mouth on Karen, and that Uncle Ted was doing it to you."
"What do you think about that?", I had to ask. "Did you think it was scary, or silly, or what?"
Wide-eyed, Wendy answered "At first I thought it looked kinda scary. But then I remembered that I came to see what was going on because of the funny noises, and decided that it sounded more like you were, um, feeling good than being hurt, and I stopped being scared. I… I never thought about anyone using their mouth like Donna and Uncle Ted were doing, but when I started thinking that it… it looked like it probably felt REAL good. I didn't know that Uncle Ted and Karen were having sex, and I was really surprised to see that he could even fit in her, but it sure looked like she liked it. I've been touching myself, you know, and even had orgasms — but I don't think they've been anything like what it looked like what happened with Karen and Donna!"
Karen answered first by telling Wendy "I did like it when Uncle Ted was in me — it makes me feel I found something I didn't know I was missing before, and I think it feels real good. But you're right about how big he is, and I don't think it would be a good idea if you tried to do anything like that, 'cause it would probably hurt you."
Wendy hastened to say "Oh, no, I know I'm not ready for anything like that, yet! Not for a long time!"
Donna spoke up then, to tell her youngest sister "What I was doing to Karen, and Uncle Ted was doing to me, that does feel real good. You saw me doing it to Karen, but she'd done it to me, too, and Uncle Ted has done it to both of us. This was the first time that it's been all three of us together like this, and we all just wanted to make each other feel good. I'm not ready to have Uncle Ted in me like that yet, either, so don't feel like you're being left out or anything. Like Mom says, YOU have to decide when the time is right; Karen and me, we aren't going to do or say anything to make you feel like you have to do anything you don't want to — and I know Uncle Ted wouldn't let you do anything that would hurt you, anyway. If you want to do other things, like what you saw me doing with Karen, or touching each other, or stuff like that, that's okay. I… I think I'd like that, even."
Wendy's expression only got even MORE surprised when Karen added "Yeah, I think I'd like to do stuff like that with you, too, Wen."
After a few seconds of looking back and forth between her two sisters, Wendy finally turned her attention to me. I simply told her "If you want to do things with your sisters, that's up to you. I don't think there's anything wrong with it as long as you're doing it because you want to, and nobody's getting hurt. If there's anything you want to do with ME, it's up to you, just like I've told you before — and I am most definitely not going to do anything to hurt you, or let you get hurt."
Wendy was silent for a few moments before she finally told her sisters "Um… yeah, I… I think I'd like to find out what that's like. Being with another girl, and, uh, doing stuff with her."
"Wen, if you want, it would be okay with me if… if you wanted to join us. We could, you know, maybe start by letting you find out what it's like when someone uses their mouth on you; and then, if you wanted, you could do the same thing to me. I mean, if you want to. Or later is okay, too, if that's better.", Donna told her.
In front of me, Karen nodded her head that it was okay with her for Wendy to join us; when Wendy looked at me, I just smiled my agreement. She considered it for just a couple of seconds before standing up and calmly taking her clothes off; once she was naked, she quickly joined the three of us on the bed. Donna opened her legs to make room, and then patted the bed for Wendy to sit in front of her. The youngster did just that, and had barely gotten her little butt settled before Donna, then Karen, each kissed her. When she turned to look and see what I thought of what they'd done, I simply leaned forward enough to kiss her, too. Satisfied that everything was okay, Wendy wasn't reluctant to lean back and let Donna hold her. The next little while, Karen and Donna (and to a much lesser extent, me) answered whatever questions Wendy had, and explained different things to her. As they talked, Karen would softly caress the insides of Wendy's thighs; and Donna would occasionally cup Wendy's developing breasts, and gently play with them.
It was probably close to an hour after Wendy got on the bed with us that she turned to Donna and said "I… I'm ready to find out what it feels like for someone to use their mouth on me. If you still want to…".
Karen spoke first, saying "If she doesn't, I will… you're real cute and sexy, Wen."
Donna smiled, and told Wendy "You'll have to wait til next time to find out how good she is. I do still want to find out what you taste like… a lot!"
Wendy smiled shyly, and asked "What do I have to do?"
Donna laughed before answering "Just lay back and enjoy it as much as I will!", drawing a laugh from her sister.
A short time later, Wendy was stretched out nearby, her knees pulled up and Donna between her spread legs, the two of them kissing and caressing each other. As Karen and I watched, the two of them got each other aroused before Donna started working her way down Wendy's body.
Shortly after her head disappeared between Wendy's thighs, the younger girl gasped as she arched her pelvis up in response to what Donna had just done to/with her. Over the course of the next several minutes, Karen and I could tell that Donna was doing a fine job of introducing her sister to the pleasures to be found from receiving oral sex.
But it was after Donna reached up so that she could get her hands on Wendy's breasts, too, that the youngster really began to enjoy Donna's efforts. It took only a few more minutes before it was clear that Wendy was well on the way toward having one of the strongest orgasms of her young life: she was gasping and moaning and panting and all but writhing on the bed.
Several minutes later, it happened. With a loud cry of release, Wendy's body arched up off the bed as her barely-pubescent body was overwhelmed by the pleasure of what Donna had done to her. Only after the first couple of spasms of her orgasm had coursed through her did Wendy's body fall back to the bed, where she was frozen in place several more times before her climax began to taper off. It wasn't until Wendy could only lay there and pant did Donna's head reappear from between her sisters thighs; when she turned to look at us with a self-satisfied grin, Karen and I could see that Donna glistened from mouth to chin from the overflow of Wendy's essence that she hadn't consumed.
It was Karen that suggested to her "You should probably hold her while she gets herself together again."
Apparently remembering how she'd felt after I'd done something similar to her, Donna nodded and quickly moved to lay next to her sister before taking the younger girl in her arms. As Wendy's breathing returned to normal, Donna gave her a number of small, soft kisses — not just on the cheek, but on the ear, and even lips.
A few minutes went by before I heard Wendy softly say "I thought the orgasms I gave myself were good… but that…!"
"It wasn't too much?", Donna asked, solicitously.
"Not even!", Wendy answered. "I could tell you were trying to make it bigger and better, and I wanted to see if it could be — and it was!"
The two of them lay there for a few seconds before Wendy asked Donna "Is… is it like that for you? When someone does that to you?"
Donna smiled before answering "Yeah, usually. Sometimes, Karen or Uncle Ted just want to make me happy, so it isn't so much then. The first time Uncle Ted did that to me, it actually kinda scared me, it was so much; but since then, he hasn't done anything like that — he just makes me feel so good."
Karen spoke up, telling her sister "It's usually like that for me, too, when Donna or Uncle Ted do that. But like Donna said, sometimes they just want to make me feel good, and it isn't so much, then. If you want to do that, then it won't take you long to learn how to make me or Donna feel like that, too."
From the expression on Wendy's face, I could tell that she was stunned by the idea that she could learn how to give her sisters the kind of orgasm that she'd just been through… and more than a little entranced by the idea, too. But first, she had to get herself back together; she was visibly tired from the experience, and still hadn't quite gotten her breath back completely.
It took only a few more minutes before Wendy apparently felt recovered enough to try and return the favor Donna had done her. Rolling onto her side so that she was facing the older girl, Wendy looked into Donna's eyes and said "Would it be okay if I did that for you now? I know I won't be as good at it as you, but I'll do the best I can…"
Holding Wendy close, Donna rolled onto her back, pulling the younger girl on top of her before answering "Of course it would be okay, Wen. And don't worry about how good you are; I know you love me, and you'll be making me feel good, and that's all that really matters — okay?"
Pleased, Wendy nodded before Donna pulled her head down so the two of them could exchange a number of small, soft kisses. As they kissed, Wendy began running her hands over her sister's body — paying particular attention to Donna's larger breasts. Over the course of the next several minutes, Wendy learned how to pleasure her oldest sister with her hands; then she decided it was time to do the same with her lips. After she'd nursed at Donna's breasts long enough to bring both of them to erectness, she began licking her way down the older girl's body. When she got to Donna's pale forest, I could see that she was delighted by how soft it was; but I knew she also had to be able to smell Donna's excitement even better than I could, and that was enough to draw her head even lower.
I watched as Wendy took a few seconds to really see what Donna looked like between her legs before slowly lowering her head as she began to extend her tongue. Because of Donna's raised knees, I couldn't see how Wendy made contact, but when it happened was signalled by Donna's soft gasp of pleasure.
As Wendy began to learn how to pleasure another girl, Donna gently guided her, and offered helpful suggestions — "Yeah, there is good" and "You can do that a little harder, if you want" and "That's nice, but it would be better if you did that a little faster" were just some of the things I heard her say.
Wendy was apparently a quick and attentive student, since there weren't that many things Donna had to tell her; sooner than I would have thought, Wendy had gotten the older girl to the point that I doubt she could have said much, anyway — she was simply too busy moaning and gasping.
Though it took her longer, and the results weren't as dramatic, there wasn't any doubt when Wendy finally managed to bring Donna to an orgasm. When she pulled her head from the older girl's thighs, Wendy looked inordinately pleased with herself as she moved to lay next to Donna, and hold her. Naturally, Donna recovered more quickly, but wasn't any less appreciative of what Wendy had done than she'd been of Karen's (or my) efforts. She didn't hesitate to hug Wendy close, and kiss her, before telling her "Thanks, Wen… that was really nice." Wendy looked pleased as she could be at hearing that she'd made her sister happy.
It had been long enough for me to be able to respond to the incredibly erotic show that Donna and Wendy had just given Karen and me. I knew Karen could feel my reaction because she was slowly twisting her body in front of me so that she was rubbing the head of my semi-erect penis.
After giving me a mischievous glance over her shoulder, Karen told her sister "Wen, it isn't just girls that you can use your mouth on. Donna and I have both done that for Uncle Ted, too. Do you want to see how that works? And if you want to, you can even try it, too, a little bit — but I should probably be the one to finish him, so I can show you what happens. Would you like that?"
I saw two pairs of nipples erect before Wendy licked her lips and answered "Um, yeah, I would.
Seeing how you do that, and… and maybe trying it."
As Karen got up to sit next to me, Wendy moved to take a position on the opposite side; then Karen had me slide down so that I could lay flat on the bed. With me in position, and Wendy paying rapt attention, Karen graced me with a smile before leaning over and taking my semi-erect cock in her mouth. It didn't take her but a very few minutes (damn she was good, even at fourteen!) to get me almost completely erect before letting me slip from between her lips.
Looking up at Wendy, Karen explained "His penis doesn't really have much of a taste — it's more like just like when you lick someones clean skin. Unless he's been doing things, of course!
Then he'll taste like wherever his penis has been — if it's inside me, he'll taste like me; if one of us has used our mouth on him, then he'll just taste like his semen. That's kind of thick, and tastes a little bit salty; I really like it, but Donna says she doesn't like it as much as I do, but she'll still let him climax in her mouth. When he does that, his semen — his juice — squirts out the end, usually pretty hard, unless he's already had a climax not long before. There isn't a lot of it, really, but it sure seems like there is, most of the time. When I finish him, I usually keep my mouth on him so that I can swallow all of his juice — but this time, I'll take my mouth off right before so you can see what happens. When you know he's getting close, you can hold his testicles in your hand; when you feel them pull up next to his body, he's close, and when you feel him suddenly get harder, that's when it's going to happen — just so you know. He still isn't completely hard, but I wanted to let you know this other stuff before I got too busy. I'll be doing stuff that I know Uncle Ted likes, but what you can do is just try different things and see what a guy likes -
sucking on him, using your tongue in different ways and on different places, even maybe carefully using your teeth. But generally, you don't want to let your teeth touch him, and it's better and easier if you leave some of your spit on him; it keeps things slippery, and makes everything feel better for him. You'll see me use my hand on him, too… that's called 'jacking him off'; if you do that until he climaxes, it's called a 'hand job'. Using your mouth on him is called a 'blowjob' — I don't know why, since you suck, not blow. Anyway, I like to make him climax like this, so I'm telling you all of this now so I don't have to stop and explain things while I'm doing it. Just let me know when you think you want to try it."
Wendy nodded her understanding and agreement, and Karen got her lips wrapped around me again. A couple more minutes, and I was fully erect as she slowly bobbed her head up and down on my manhood.
I think (hope!) that Karen was just "killing time" until Wendy was ready to have a try; she was doing an exemplary job of making sure I stayed hard while showing her younger sister some of the more obvious things she could do — treating my erect cock as though it were an ice cream cone and trying to lick me to death; trying to get her lips wrapped around me from the side, and sucking on me that way; slowly bobbing her head up and down as she clamped her lips around me; even "just" sucking on the head of my cock while she leisurely jacked me off. As she shifted from one thing to another, Karen would pause long enough to briefly let Wendy know what she was going to do.
I had to watch as Karen demonstrated fellatio to her younger sister, just as I had to look at Wendy several times to see what she thought of what Karen was doing. In the latter case, it was pretty clear that she found the sight arousing — she'd developed a faint flush, her nipples had erected, and she was breathing in little pants. I could also detect an aroma that was different than Donna's or Karen's — and hoped that I could sample it myself, one day.