As her vagina got used to accommodating the size of my cock, it got easier and easier to move in her… and I was perfectly willing to increase my efforts accordingly. It wasn't long until I was fucking into her much like I would a more experienced woman while Emma's pleasure and enthusiasm increased apace. When she brought her legs up and locked her ankles behind my back, she opened herself to me even more, and made it possible for me to get the last tiniest fraction of an inch of my hard member into the hot, wet chamber inside her-something that pleased both of us, judging from the increased noises she made.
As readily as she was accepting having my erection moving in her, I didn't lose track of the fact that Emma wasn't a full-grown adult, and refrained from letting myself fuck her as though she was. That both ensured I didn't hurt her, and made it possible for me to fuck her for even longer… something that I was more than happy to do, as warm and wet and tight as she was around me.
Even so, I was still fucking her-and the fact that it was her first time kept her from enjoying it as much as I was. The end result of that was that after several minutes of pistoning myself in and out of her, I was getting close to cumming while she was still simply enjoying the feeling of having me moving in her. Wanting to make it as good as I could for her, I tried everything I could think of to delay my climax… but it simply wasn't enough. Despite my best efforts, there came the point that all I could do was press myself as far into her as I could just ahead of spraying her insides with my cum.
When I was done emptying myself in her, I held myself over her, gasping with the intensity of my release. Emma unlocked her ankles and moved her feet to the bed while continuing to hold me in her arms with her hands on my back. Once my breathing was something close to normal, I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me with affection and gratitude as I told her "I'm sorry, Em. I wanted to try and help you have a climax, too, but I just couldn't do it."
The troubled look she got was matched by the concern in her voice as she answered "There's nothing for you to be sorry about, Uncle Dave! You helped me have an orgasm before, when you used your mouth on me; and after that, you made me a woman without hurting me, and then made me feel so good before you climaxed. I knew what was going on when it happened, and I liked it, and it made me feel SO good, knowing that you liked being with me that much. I really don't mind that I didn't have a climax this first time after everything else you've done to make me feel good, and how nice you made all this. Honest, I'm way happier now than I thought I'd be." She began caressing my back and sides and added "Even now, you're making me happy-I like it that I can still feel your penis inside me, and you're being such a dear, holding yourself over me like you are so we can hold each other and snuggle… I'm not disappointed even a little bit, so don't be sorry, okay?"
Looking at her as I listened to what she said, I understood that she really did feel that way-and more to the point, remembered how she'd looked before I said anything. That was all it took for me to lower my head and give her lips a soft kiss before telling her "If you're happy with how everything worked out, then that's all that matters and all I need to know. I love you, Em."
Her relief at hearing that I was feeling better was swamped by the delight I saw in her face at hearing me say that I loved her. I'd said it to her before, of course, but never with the two of us in the situation we were just then. Just as I'd meant it to, hearing that from me told her just how special she was to me, and how dear to my heart.
She responded by pulling me down far enough to give me a fierce hug while I showered her face with a number of soft kisses that continued even after she released her hold on me.
With Emma smiling again and me not feeling (as) guilty about having cum without her, there wasn't anything to keep us from contentedly exchanging kisses every so often while my penis gradually shrank in her. When it got to the point that I knew I was going to slip out before long, I told her "I expect you can feel it, too-that I'm going to slip out of you pretty soon. When I do, my cum-my semen-is going to start running out of you."
She told me "I knew what you meant; I've heard people talking. I can't feel you the way I could before, but I wasn't sure how much it meant."
"All I wanted to say was that I think both of us want to clean up a little bit before we go to sleep, is all, and that it's up to you if you want to take a quick shower with me or by yourself-and whether or not you want some time in the bathroom by yourself, first."
She brightened up considerably before asking "It's okay if I clean up with you?"
I had to smile as I told her "Of course it is, sweetheart."
"Then that's what I want to do. And I don't need the bathroom by myself first, either, so whenever you want, I'm ready."
Deciding that I'd kind of like to get some sleep that night, I told her "Well, I'd just as soon get in there and rinse off", followed by getting off of her and then getting myself standing. She cupped her hand and pressed it against her crotch, then carefully got herself standing next to me. I took her hand and led the way into my bathroom, where she took charge of getting the shower going and adjusted while I stood behind her and helped by holding her breasts in my hands. When she was satisfied that everything met her approval, the two of us got under the spray-her being careful to stand where she wouldn't get her hair wet. We had a nice time fondling and groping each other in the process of getting the assorted fluids rinsed off our bodies (and in her case, out of her body) before turning off the shower and helping each other dry off.
We were back in the bedroom when she asked "Uncle Dave? Would it be okay if I stayed with you tonight?"
My mind being elsewhere, I answered "Sure, sweetheart" before remembering about Becky, and quickly adding "No, wait, Becky's here. Shouldn't you go back to your bedroom, since she's waiting for you?"
Em considered that for a few moments, then brightened up and asked "How about if she just comes over here, instead? You bed's plenty big enough for all of us, and I know you aren't going to do anything with her; with me here, you wouldn't even try, anyway."
I couldn't believe that I was hearing my own fourteen-year-old niece suggesting that my having her equally young friend share my bed might be a perfectly reasonable thing to do. But after the intimacy that Emma and I had already shared, I didn't have it in me to outright tell her "no", so I did what any self-respecting adult would in my position: passed the buck, by answering "If she's okay with it, I don't mind… but don't push her if she doesn't want to, either."
I got the first inkling that my plan was going to go awry when I saw that she was pleased with my answer before she headed back to her room. Not two minutes later, she was back-with an equally naked Becky right behind her. Dammit.
My next mistake was to ask "Okay, who's sleeping where?"
Em and Becky looked at each other for a moment before Emma told me "I guess you're in the middle." Shit.
It crossed my mind to try and argue the matter; but the way things had gone since I got home, I figured if I did, I'd be lucky if I actually got to stay in the house. Nothing for me to do but climb into bed and pray that Becky didn't ravage me in my sleep or something. Em went over and turned out the light before coming back to the bed.
In short order, I had a naked, nubile, young female on each side of me; both of them opted to lay on their sides and drape an arm and leg across me. Rather than leave my hands at my sides where they'd be even with a pair of pelvises (pelvisii?), I chose discretion over bravery and moved to put an arm around each of them. Naturally, that only allowed them to move closer, leaving me with one soft bush and one soft (hairless!) mons pressing against my hips. After a few seconds, I heard Em wish Becky, then me, a good night; Becky returned it, and I followed. I was still wide awake, barely daring to breathe, when I heard Em's soft snores on one side, and felt Becky's regular breathing on the other. I'm not sure when the sandman payed me a visit; the way my luck was running, the son of a bitch probably cold-cocked me instead of following his usual routine.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself closely spooning with the back of a young female. Still half-asleep, I could feel my hard cock nestled along the cleft of a VERY nice ass while my hand cupped a warm breast. Happy with the situation, I gave the breast in my hand a tender squeeze. Because I was half-asleep, it took a while before my mind grasped a couple of noteworthy facts and got them connected: the breast in my hand felt larger than I remembered Em's being, and the side that I was laying on was the same one that Becky had been on. A few more seconds passed before I fully understood the implications of those two little details and came completely (!) awake.
After opening my eyes briefly and seeing Becky's blonde hair, I moved my hand off of and away from the firm mammary I'd been holding and tried to ease myself away from the form in front of me. That proved to be impossible when I immediately came into contact with Emma, who was spooned against MY back. A moment later, I heard Becky tell me "It's okay, Mister Harrison, you don't have to move", followed by her taking my hand and putting it back on her breast before she told me "Besides, it feels nice."
Behind me, I heard Emma ask "What is it?"
Becky answered with "He has an erection, and it's against my butt; and he was holding my boob in his hand."
Hearing that, Em told me "Uncle Dave, I told you, we know you aren't going to do anything to her; so it's no big deal if your penis is touching her butt or you have her tit in your hand. Remember, she's naked and in bed with you because SHE wanted to."
To that, Becky added "When Emma told me that I could stay with you and her last night, and that you and her would be naked… I kinda figured that there'd be some kind of, um, touching happen. Like she said, I know you aren't going to try anything with me, and you haven't, so I don't mind what's happening now. I, uh, like it, even. I mean, I'm getting to find out what an erection feels like, sorta, and all you're doing is just holding my boob-it's not like you're trying to feel me up or anything. You're being nice and everything, so I'm fine with it. Okay?"
It took a second for me to get my voice back enough to answer "Uh, okay. But if I start to, you know, bother you, don't be afraid to say or do something, okay?"
I heard her soft giggle before she answered "I don't think that'll happen, but okay."
So I continued to lay there with my rock-hard dick nestled against her smooth ass and one of her firm young breasts in my hand, telling myself that I really wasn't enjoying the situation. Except that I was.
I don't know how long the three of us lay there while I held Becky's warm mound in my hand and tried to learn what I could about it… something that was hampered by my resolve not to move my hand and make her thing I was trying to "feel her up". My happy reverie was ended when my stomach growled, and I heard Emma laugh, then tell me "I think we better get you fed, Uncle Dave. I don't want you getting all pooped out on me when I want to use you later."
The prospect of being used later got my mind going, only to have my thought processes completely tangled when I felt Becky give her ass a little wriggle against my erection before moving my hand off her breast and getting up. After she'd moved away from me a little bit, Emma quickly stole her hand across my body and grabbed my erection, giving it a gentle squeeze before she, too, moved away. Figuring that if Becky was okay with having my hard-on against her ass, she wouldn't have any problems with just seeing it, I followed their example and got out of bed, too. To my amusement, both of them looked at my hard cock waving in the air for a few seconds before Emma suggested "Since we don't have to be shy or anything with each other, why don't we save time and take our showers together before breakfast?" Becky quickly voiced her approval, then I expressed my agreement. The idea did have some merit to it, after all.
After each of us had a turn at dealing with our respective biological needs, we gathered in the shower to get ready for the day ahead. It was a trifle crowded, but I don't think any of us minded that much; I certainly didn't. It was Becky that really got things going by asking me to join her in helping Em; then Emma insisted I help her with Becky (something that didn't disappoint me), followed by the two of them "helping" me. I didn't say or do anything about the fact that it was Becky that dealt with making sure my penis and balls were clean-she was quite meticulous and thorough about it.
Once all of us were sort-of dressed (they had only panties on, and insisted I follow their example), it was time for breakfast. Afterward, they were quite insistent that they'd deal with cleaning up. When they were done, they retired to Em's room and closed the door; I didn't have any doubts about what they wanted to talk about that they didn't want me hearing. That left me by myself in the living room, contemplating the previous night's activities.
It was late morning before they came out again; Emma was still wearing just her panties, but Becky was fully dressed. When they got to the living room, I was told that Becky had to get home. Before she left, however, she thanked me for letting her stay with me last night (whether the night or actually in my bed, I wasn't sure and too chicken to ask), and gave me a kiss on the cheek before she and Em went to the front door. When Emma came back into the living room, she parked herself on the couch next to me and pulled my arm around her before settling herself into my side. We stayed like that for several minutes before she told me "Thank you, Uncle Dave."
"You're welcome. What for?"
I heard her soft giggle for a moment before she answered "For letting Becky stay last night, 'specially with us. And for being as nice and everything with Becky as I told her you'd be. And mostly for letting me give you my virginity. I knew I could trust you to make it good for me, and you made it even better and easier than I thought it would."
"You're okay this morning?"
It took her a moment to understand what I was asking, and I could hear the happiness in her voice when she told me "I'm fine. You were so patient and gentle with me, I didn't have any trouble then, and I was only a little bit sore inside this morning-and even that's gone now. When I remember last night, I even want to do it again."
I turned my head to look at her, and saw her blush slightly at her inadvertent double-entendre. Looking farther, I could see that the peaks of her breasts were already puckered; raising an eyebrow, I asked "Like now, even?"
With a lusty grin, she answered "Um, yeah, if we could." She followed that a moment later by asking "Uncle Dave, is it true that it takes guys longer to have a climax if they've already had one?"
"It is for me, and from what I've heard from other guys", I answered, "but I don't know if it's true for ALL of us, though."
That last part earned me a look that left no doubt she thought I was being a doofus before she said "Then I want to make you climax first, so we can go longer when you're ready again. After I'm done with you, could you maybe use your mouth on me like you did last night until then? I really liked it…"
Judiciously, I answered "I think I could handle that."
Knowing that I was agreeable to her request, it took only a moment for her to get up and stand in front of me as she quickly rid herself of her panties. Then it was on to pull me to my feet so she could eagerly pull my shorts down before letting me know it was okay to sit down again. Kneeling in front of me, she got my shorts from around my ankles and nudged my legs apart with a look of eager anticipation on her face. When she had enough room, she moved forward and took my flaccid penis in her hand before leaning forward and taking all of it into her mouth. She was looking up at me with an impish expression as she calmly proceeded to use her tongue and lips and mouth to start getting me hard. Looking at her with my dick in her mouth was easily as arousing as the things she was doing to it while I watched her, and it wasn't long before she had to start letting some of my growing erection slip from between her lips-which only excited me that much more.
There was no mistaking that she remembered all she'd learned from the night before, and she soon had me fully erect. With her kneeling on the floor in front of me, there was nothing for me to do but sit there and watch as her head started bobbing up and down so she could slide her lips back and forth along my length. The combined sight and sensation of her oral attentions aroused me tremendously, and I could feel myself moving steadily toward the release that she wanted me to have.