I wanted her to relax around my nude body and to get used to the size of a hard penis. We played around in the pool like a pair of sea otters and explored each other's bodies with pour hands and mouths. I sat her on the edge of the pool and started kissing her knee and slowly worked my way up. I had already found her little clitoris with my finger and had probed gently into her tight little virginal slit. I loved the feel of her soft patch of down under my hand as I had fingered her and now as my mouth moved to cover her she let out a small squeal of pleasure. I used my fingers to spread her open and as my tongue wandered over the places meant to give pleasure she came alive. Her slender body twisted and turned as I licked and sucked. She tried to talk but could not form words as she rode my mouth and hands to the first climax of her young life.
I slid out of the pool as she collapsed on the deck and pulled her to me.
“Uncle Dave, what was that? Is that what sex is all about? I knew it felt good but I never dreamed it could feel like that. I've used my fingers and it felt good but never anything like this. Wow.”
I laughed. “That, my dear lovely girl, was a climax, an orgasm, the big O, the little death as the French call it, and a whole bunch of other names and yes that is a big part of what sex is all about.”
“Wow,” she said again.
I went on: “That and the feeling of being loved and loving and contentment that you are feeling right now. I'm glad that you were able to get there so easily this time, sometimes it isn't that easy or that good but the feelings of love are still there and make even a bad lovemaking pretty good. And yes before you ask a woman can do the same thing to a man. It's a little harder to do right but still feels great and with a little practice we can both do it at the same time. There's a bunch of ways and positions to do most anything sexual and anything that gives two people pleasure is fine. I will teach you all of these things.”
“I'll do anything with you, anything that feels good, Uncle Dave.”
Ay yes, more perfection, by the numbers. She would be mine for a few years, and I would set her free on the world of men.
We went to my bath and as we shared a shower she tried to give me a blow job. She was clumsy at first and worried about biting me but she was a fast learner. I stopped her before I came and we used big fluffy towels to dry each other off.
“Why did you stop me?” she asked.
I said, “Because I wanted you to see what happens when a man climaxes. Let's go to bed and you can kneel on a soft carpet and this time we'll go all the way to the end.”
Her soft lips soon were covering me and I was in heaven as she bobbed up and down, slowly taking my cock deeper in her mouth.
I told her, “Most men like to cum in their partner's mouth and some women like the taste but for now when I'm ready I'll pull out and you can watch and hold it as I cum, but feel free to taste it or to suck some more if you want after, just be gentle, I'll be real sensitive, okay?”
She was looking at my cock closely when I blew my wad and she got a face full. I was surprised how much spewed out of m-cum everywhere. She was not shocked or disgusted; she wiped it out of her eyes and tasted it, licking up a small amount and then taking a large gob of it and shoving it under her tongue. Deciding it tasted good she went back to sucking and licking until I was dry.
“It smells weird,” she said.
“You'll get used to it.”
“You're soft now,” she said, confused.
I said, “You girls have got it better than us men. You can blow your top and be ready for action in nothing flat, takes us a while to reload. Don't worry, I'll be ready to give you what you want and lots of it. We'll just do other things for a while first.”
I think we kissed every inch of each other's bodies until I was hard again. She tried to get me to enter her vagina but I told her there was no hurry. When I started moving my head toward her crotch she pushed it down and was soaking the sheets even before I started to eat her out. Juices were flowing out of her like there was something broken. My god she was wet and I think she set some kind of record for speed. I mean she came almost as soon as my tongue touched her. I only gave her a minute to catch her breath and I went back at it again. This time I was ready and stopped just before she exploded. I slid up her body, kissed her, made her taste her juices, and whispered that now was the time. My dick slid in easily because of all the wetness and she gasped. I hit her maidenhead and just lay there for a bit to allow her to get used to having me inside of her.
“This may hurt just a bit but I'll stop and let you tell me when you are ready. Here goes.”
I pulled back a bit and thrust forward to break through. To my surprise she pushed back just as I hit her hymen and it popped easily. She gave a little gasp and held me tight as I slid in as far as I dared. We lay together until I felt her start to move under me and allowed her to grow comfortable with having me deep in her. Soon we were moving in unison. I held back until I felt her start to orgasm and when she did I let mine join hers. She screamed and went limp under me as I collapsed on top of her and rolled kind of to one side. I was still in her and I could feel her muscles milking me as she rode the waves of her climax. Time stopped until we both were sated and we fell apart.
There was blood all over my cock, on the sheets, blood splattered on her thighs. I was afraid I hurt her too much. “Oh no,” I said.
And then she started to cry and laugh and kiss me anyplace she could reach. “Uncle Dave, that was wonderful, unbelievable, fantastic, I'm so happy I could die. Hold me for a while.”
“The blood…”
“I hurt a little but I'm okay,” she said.
We spent the night making love until we reached the point of exhaustion and fell asleep while cuddling.
It was late morning when we awoke and we showered together and went to find breakfast. We were touching at all times and after we ate I picked her up and carried her outside to a sunny, grassy spot and made long slow gentle love again. We spent the day just enjoying what we had and about suppertime I got a call from her mother. Was Rhonda here and would she be staying the night or would she need a ride home? It was strange and I had the feeling that somehow she knew what had happened and that she approved.
She and Rhonda talked for a bit and again I wondered what was going on. Rhonda hung up the phone “Mom says that I can stay if I want to and if it's all right with you. Can I stay, please?”
Like I could say no.
That night I thought she could take it in the ass but no matter how hard I tried, her anus would not give. She cried and was in pain so I stopped.
“Just do it, Uncle Dave,” she said.
“Later,” I said. “Maybe a finger…”
I did get a finger in. Her asshole was steaming hot. She liked it when I fucked my finger back and forth into her, shit getting all over my fingers. Again I tried and I could only get the head in. She was in too much pain.
“I'll get some small dildos next time,” I told her, “this way we will gradually stretch your ass till it's ready for a whole cock.”
“I just want to please you, Uncle Dave.”
“Oh baby you please me plenty.”
I mean, what other man could have an almost eleven-year-old lover like this?
I took her into the shower and had her get on her knees and told her to open her mouth. She did not once jerk back or complain about drinking my piss, because she meant it when she said she would do anything and everything.
We continued to spend time together and even spent some time with her mom and Ted, almost like I was an approved boyfriend or something. Our sex life knew no limits and she was eager to try everything that she had ever heard of. Anal was fine as long as we took our time and I was gentle; bondage was fine but after she got hot she wanted free to really move; toys, oh boy, that was anything and anywhere and she loved the feel of a small vibrator in her asshole as I made love to her. She drank my piss whenever I wanted and she would squat over me and piss on me, and I would drink her. I was not into scat pay but she had heard about it and I told her on some special day we would trey that. She giggled and said, “So weird, you'll take a dump on me.”
We even were able to sneak away for a few short trips. She loved Sea World and Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm. We made love on the sand on the beach and on the deck of a boat as the stars swirled overhead. We awoke and watched as the sun rise over the high mountains while we made love to welcome the new day.
Life was good.
It was good until Rhonda told me, when she was thirteen, that she was having sex with her mom's boyfriend. It had started a month back and she said Ted knew what she was doing with me and if he didn't let him fuck her, he would tell her mother and she would never see me again and Uncle Dave would go to jail. So she gave in. But she did not hate it. She loved sex all the time and when we could not be together, making love to Ted helped.
“He does not make love to you,” I said, aghast. “He rapes me.”
“The first time was rape,” she said. “Not anymore. Sometimes I ask him to make love to me.”
“He fucks you!” I yelled. “Not love!”
She was confused.
“Are you mad, Uncle Dave?”
“What do you think?”
“I thought you would be fine with this.”