"That was really good, Em. Thank you" was all I could think to tell her; from the smile she gave me, it was more than enough. A moment later, she got up and moved to sit next to me again; before she could settle herself next to me again, I gently pulled her close enough to give her a kiss to the lips, making her smile even more. After she'd settled herself into my side, she pulled my arm around and got my hand on her breast, telling me "I know you were pretty surprised when I came in last night and told you I wanted you to be the one to have my virginity; and I think you're probably still a little bit worried about what's okay for you to do with me. So I want to tell you that I like it when you touch me-on my boobs, and on my butt, and everyplace else. If we're sitting like this, it's okay if you want to hold my boob or even play with it a little bit, or play with my butt, or stuff like that; I know you're not going to hurt me or be trying to, like, grab me or getting us to do stuff together all the time or anything. Okay?"
I turned my head and gave her a kiss on the top of her head before answering "Okay, Em. Yeah, I was kinda worried, like you said. I like being able to touch you like now, and I'm glad you like it, too."
With a happy sigh, she wriggled herself a little closer to me. Then, for the better part of an hour, I got to idly toy with her breast and nipple as the two of us talked: how she was doing in school, her friends (particularly Becky!), and a number of other subjects.
It was during a lull in the conversation that I turned my body enough to be able to give her a kiss to the lips; that was followed by another… and then several more. As our kisses progressed, I could tell that her desire was starting to build, and that was all I needed to bring my other hand around so I could get both of my hands on her firm, young mounds. Just a few minutes more, and kissing her became all but impossible when she began panting slightly. It was an easy and pleasant matter for me to shift my oral attentions to her throat and shoulders and ears as I eased myself off the couch and onto the floor in front of her. As my activities gradually shifted down to her chest and the upper slopes of her breasts, she scooted herself forward on the couch and got her feet moved to the floor-one on each side of me. When I got as far as her breasts, I happily spent enough time there to make absolutely for certain positive that I'd brought the peaks of both of her mammaries to glistening peaks before continuing my journey south.
Soon enough, I had to soft, sparse mat of her pubic thatch pressed against my upper lip as I did my best to help her find as much pleasure as she'd brought me. It was an easy enough matter to get her aroused (confirming that she felt as good as she claimed), and from there all I had to do was take my time and enjoy what I was doing while I slowly and deliberately pleasured her into ever increasing levels of desire: after building her desire for a while, I'd ease over into doing something that I enjoyed more than she did… letting her fall back a little bit before I turned my attentions to stimulating her some more, then returning to amusing myself again. It must have been half an hour before I'd brought her to the edge, only to let her slide back again so I could happily lap up the abundant overflow of her nectar that gave proof of how excited she was. In response to her soft whimper at having her release denied, I returned to doing slow circles around her exposed clitoris with my tongue until I could feel how close she was to her release before flattening my tongue and giving her nubbin a series of firm presses that were all it took to push her into an orgasm. Her attempt to cry out her pleasure was short-circuited by the force of the first spasm that overwhelmed her; it was quickly followed by a second that left her gasping briefly before several more waves of progressively milder intensity coursed through her young body.
It was a few seconds after the last spasm had faded before she opened her eyes again. She looked around in confusion for a moment before spotting me; when she recognized me, her eyes got big before she softly told me "That was… Wow. I thought what you did last night was good, but that was even better!"
I couldn't help grinning as I answered "I guess an old fart like me does know a few things, after all."
She managed to grin back before answering "You aren't an old fart, and I think you know plenty, after that!" A moment later, she asked "Would you sit down again? I want to sit on your lap so you can hold me while I try to recover from what you just did to me…"
I'd barely gotten my ass on the couch when Emma moved to straddle my lap, facing me as she leaned against my chest before resting her head on my shoulder. Both of us were perfectly content to just sit like that for a little while-until the feeling of her young body against mine and all that we'd been doing got into my head. When that happened there wasn't a damn thing I could do to keep my dick from starting to grow. As was to be expected, it got to the point that I could feel it lightly pressing against Emma's cute little ass. It wasn't much longer that I felt her start moving: in slow, short movements at first as she rubbed herself against my growing manhood, then in longer motions as the added stimulation helped me get even longer and harder as she undoubtedly meant to happen.
I could feel it as Emma's small nipples grew harder against my chest; along with that, I noticed that there wasn't as much friction where she was rubbing herself along my length. The unique scent of her arousal told me that she was wet enough that some of her oils were being spread along the section of my hard cock that she was rubbing herself against. I wasn't surprised when she finally eased her body away from mine: the look on her face told me that she was more than happy to have the opportunity to get herself impaled on my hard dick. When she raised herself up, I put my hands on her waist and she let me hold her in the position long enough for me to bring her areolas and nipples to hard points before she reached between us and got my shaft angled to her satisfaction; a moment more, and she had the tight, wet ring of her opening securely wedged against the head of my cock. Looking into my eyes, she started lowering herself onto me; as wet as she was, it took her only a few times of letting herself settle onto me before both of us could feel her warm ass come to rest on my legs. The look of delight on her face when it happened was priceless.
It apparently took only a few seconds for her to get used to having me filling her tight sheath again, because that was all that passed before she slowly raised herself up for about half the length of my dick before lowering herself onto it again with a soft sigh of pleasure. I got my hands on the small mounds of her breasts and began gently squeezing them and giving them and her dark nipples an assortment of soft caresses as she started moving herself on me. Beginning with slow, languorous movements at first, she was clearly savoring the sensation of having my cock moving inside her; but as her desire grew, she gradually gave herself over to it by moving herself more and more quickly in her self-impalements while I continued to enjoy (and tease) her lovely young mammaries.
After what had happened the previous night, and the blowjob she'd given me earlier, all I had to concern myself with was enjoying the sensation of her hot, wet, and deliciously tight vagina sliding up and down my shaft while I occupied myself with molesting her firm, warm breasts.
As young and fit as she was, I already knew that she had more energy and stamina that I did-but I was still impressed and surprised (and envious!) at how long she was able to steadily bounce herself up and down on my erection before she began to show any sign of getting tired. I waited to see if she was going to say anything herself before I finally put my hands on her hips and got her to stop so I could suggest "How about if you let me take over now?"
She nodded her head, and I pulled her into my arms and moved to kneel on the floor before turning around and setting her on the couch, delighting her that we didn't have to uncouple. On the couch, she leaned back and looked down to where we were joined as I eased myself out of her until only the head of my cock was in her before arching my hips forward to bury myself in her again. After a few more progressively faster cycles like that, she softly told me "I never thought it would look that sexy… and getting to see it while I can feel it at the same time… god, it makes me feel so hot!"
I knew that last part was true, since I could feel her getting even wetter around me as I continued to slide myself in and out of her tight sheath while she watched. I looked down, too, and found the sight to be almost as entrancing as she did: with each out stroke, her labia were pulled out as though they were trying to hold me inside her; when I pushed myself back in, they disappeared back in to guide me the way to the promised land.
With Emma sitting on the couch and me kneeling on the floor with her legs wrapped around my waist, it proved to be a lot easier for the two of us to kiss and touch each other as I steadily pistoned my shaft in and out of her-and we did. A lot. Along the way, I learned a few things: that having her sucking on my nipples felt strangely good; that softly nibbling on one of her earlobes resulted in some rather stimulating involuntary contractions in her vagina; that our tongues were evenly matched when it came to dueling in each other's mouths, and more. Most significantly, I found out that Emma was quite willing to have me move in her even faster and harder than I'd thought she'd be when she used her heels to try and pull me into her harder than I'd meant to. It took only a little experimentation on my part to find a level of "enthusiasm" that satisfied her while still remaining somewhat short of how I'd fuck a mature woman.
The increased force of my thrusts into her resulted in a dramatic increase in her arousal. Dramatic enough that it wasn't long until I could tell that she was approaching an orgasm, much to my surprise. Since she'd said she wanted me to be able to fuck her longer, I just kept going with what I was doing; sure enough, I didn't have to plunder her treasure but for a few minutes more before she suddenly froze in front of me as her feet and legs held me deep inside her. The way the two of us were positioned, I could easily watch as spasms of pleasure coursed through her in time with the clenching of her already-tight vagina around the entire length of my hard cock. It was an incredible sensation, but I was still too far from being ready to climax for it to do more that start me down the path toward another climax while enjoying it tremendously. As the waves of release began to fade from her, I was able to start moving again in slow, short motions that became longer and faster as quickly as she let them. I was steadily cycling myself in and out of her when she opened her eyes and absently observed "God, that was good" before looking to where my erection was moving in her, watching for several seconds, then closing her eyes and softly moaning.
I continued fucking myself into her while toying with her firm mammaries, exchanging kisses with her, and generally enjoying the hell out of the situation and what we were doing. After just a few minutes, I felt a brief tightening of her sheath; over the course of the next several minutes, it happened again and again-each time, it was marginally stronger and lasted a trifle longer, and happened a bit sooner. I had no doubt that she was building up to what I figured was going to be one Hell of an orgasm, which was fine with me: every time I felt her young pussy clench around me, it moved me closer to my own release.
Several more minutes had passed when Emma's already tight pussy clamped down on me even harder than it had before at the same time that her body came off the back of the couch with the power of the spasm that overtook her. She got tight enough around me that I didn't dare try to move, which meant that my cock was subjected to the incredible sensation as her vaginal muscles began a rhythmic spasming that ran from where her entrance was threatening to pinch my dick off to the head that was lightly pressed against the deepest part of her. I'd felt the sensation before when women I was with had an orgasm, but what I'd experienced with them was only a hint of a promise compared to what Emma's womanhood was doing to me. My own climax was close enough that it took only a couple of cycles of Em's pussy milking my cock for me to begin emptying myself in her in a series of spurts that left me feeling much as I had when I'd had my first climax.
It was no surprise to me that I finished before Emma did; kneeling between her parted thighs, I'd recovered enough that I was watching her when she opened her eyes after the last couple of waves of her orgasm had faded. It seemed to take several seconds before she realized where she was and what had happened; but when she did, she latched onto me and pulled me into a hug that had me seriously concerned about a broken rib as she started crying into my chest and blubbered "Oh, thank you, Uncle Dave! That was so much better than anything I've ever felt before! The first one was really good, but it wasn't anything compared to that!"
As nice as it felt to have her naked young body pressed against mine, I wasn't comfortable with the fact that she was crying-even though I had figured out that they were tears of happiness. I put my arms around her and softly stroked her back while I tried to reassure her that everything was fine, I was glad she liked it, and so on. The waterworks had pretty much ended and she was just starting into the sniffling and snuffling phase when I felt my dick slip out of her; it took only a couple of moments for me to shift around so I could get one of my arms behind her knees so I could hold her as I stood up. She looked up at me in delight before letting her head rest on my shoulder as I got the two of us back to my bedroom and then on into my bathroom. When I set her on her feet, she continued to hold onto my side as I got the shower going. Once it was ready, she let me lead us in, then held still as I tenderly washed her before cleaning myself up.
After both of us were dried off, it was onto the bed for us. Laying on her side, Emma snuggled herself as close to me as she could manage before draping an arm and leg across me and resting her head on my shoulder. I got my arm around her and rested my hand on the curve of her waist and gave her a gentle hug before she sighed happily and told me "Really, Uncle Dave… I never even dreamed that an orgasm could be anything like what happened that last time. All the other ones I've had, they've been good and made me happy and everything-but they weren't anything like that one! Now I'm even more glad that I was with you my first time. Last night, you did everything I wanted you to and made me feel so good; and now today you did it again… not just giving me that wonderful orgasm, but everything after that, too. And now, the way you're holding me… I know you love me as much as I love you, and how much you care for me and everything. I mean, I always knew you loved me and all that-I just didn't really know how much until last night and today."
"Em, I've always loved you, and I always will-no matter what. Sometimes you've done things I haven't liked, but I never stopped loving you because of them. Last night, when I told you that I wasn't going to do anything with you, I did that because I do love you so much: the last thing in the world I'd ever want to do would be anything that would hurt you, and I was worried that us being together like that would hurt you-not just physically, but maybe in your heart and mind, too. But after you told me everything you did to make sure that you really were ready to give someone your virginity… well, I realized that you've started to grow up, and that you're not the little girl that used to pee in my lap when I held you."
She giggled at the last part before asking "Does that mean that it's okay now if I want us to be together and do things?"
Knowing I wasn't going to like all of what I was letting myself in for, I answered "Yes, that's what it means. Up to a point, anyway. I'm your uncle and older than you are, so it wouldn't be right for us to do things together too much, though-you still need to go out with guys your own age and all the rest of that, okay?"
"Of course, Uncle Dave. I know I can't be, like, your girlfriend or anything. I don't mean I want us to be together every time I'm here, or that I want it to happen all the time, or anything. Just sometimes."
I turned my head to give the top of hers a kiss before answering "That'd be fine, Em", and hearing her contented sigh in return.
After that, the two of us were fine with just laying there, and eventually fell asleep. After a brief nap, we went back into the living room to watch TV.
We didn't have sex again the rest of the time Freddie and Mike were out of town, though Emma spent the remaining nights sharing my bed.
Over the course of the next few months, there were several more occasions where Em stayed with me for an evening or overnight. Only a couple of times did she want us to have sex again, though she was fairly adamant about me having my hand on one of her breasts whenever that was possible. She was also insistent about sleeping in my bed, whether anything happened between us or not.
I was over at Freddie's and Mike's house one Saturday for a cookout when they told me that they'd gotten notification that they'd won first prize for some contest that had been run while they were at Mike's conference: a week-long cruise for two along Baja Mexico. On learning they'd won, the first thing they'd done had been try to see if there was any way to include Emma, such as paying the difference between the trip they'd won and what they'd need to bring her. To everyone's dismay, the cruises were invariably fully booked months in advance, and they had only a limited time during which they could use their prize. Despite her great disappointment at not being able to go, Emma had been quite clear that Mike and Freddie should still go and have some time just to themselves. As they explained to me, their regret at not being able to include Emma was only slightly outweighed by their desire to do just as she said they should. And, of course, that left them with the question of what to do with Emma-and the most obvious answer: me. I didn't even wait for them to ask (or even finish the story, really); I simply told them that if they had the chance to go on a second honeymoon cruise, then Em was staying with me. Period, end of sentence and discussion. The chances of anything happening between me and Emma didn't even enter my mind: I cared enough about them that I was willing to do whatever I could to ensure they got to go on their cruise.
They tried offering to pay me for the time, trouble, food, or whatever that keeping Emma for a week would cost me, but the look I gave them put an end to THAT subject in a big hurry. They were initially concerned about inconveniencing me, but eventually got past that when I kept answering their questions with "whatever works for you two" or "don't worry about it-just go ".
Needless to say, Emma's disappointment at not going was greatly dispelled when she learned that she'd be spending the week (and a couple of days, for getting there and back) with me.
Freddie and Mike got the arrangements made, and it worked out that they'd be taking their cruise just a couple of weeks after school let out. Knowing she'd be staying with me while they were gone made it easier for Emma to address their concerns about leaving her behind; it worked well enough that as it got closer to their departure date, they were actually visibly happy, and looking forward to the trip.
When it got to be time for them to leave, Emma and I were there to see them off; once they were gone, it was back to my place, where Em took a small overnight bag into her room. When she came out, I broke the news to her that I'd arranged to take some of my vacation time so that I'd be free to stay with her the entire time her parents were gone; then I went on to explain that it was up to her how much of my time we actually spent together. I didn't miss the smoky look Em got in her eyes in response.
The first couple of days, Em was perfectly content for the two of us to lounge around and casually molest each other between infrequent sexual encounters. With easy and nearly constant access to me, she quickly improved her fellatio skills; in return, she was equally willing to enjoy MY oral attentions. The couple of times that we actually had sex, it was affectionate and leisurely and left both of us thoroughly satisfied. And, of course, she shared my bed at night; I have to admit that waking up with her next to me invariably got my day started FAR better than it usually did.
The third day, I could tell that she was starting to get a little restless; that was when I surprised her by letting her know that it was okay if Becky wanted to come over-and even spend a couple of nights with us if her parents were okay with it. Emma brightened considerably at that, and after Becky's parents called to make sure I didn't mind having their daughter around for that long, Becky turned up late that afternoon with her own small bag. When I let her in, the first thing Becky did was to set her bag down and hug me as she thanked me for letting her come over. I told her I was glad to have her there, and the two of them quickly made their way back to Em's room. They stayed there for a couple of hours (to my relief, I'll admit) before coming out shortly before supper time. I wasn't AS surprised when both of them appeared completely nude.
They insisted on being the ones to make supper ("Just so you know how much we appreciate you letting me stay here so long", Becky informed me), and I didn't argue the matter: Emma was a good enough cook with the things she knew, and it spared me from having to eat my own cooking. Supper turned out to be cheeseburgers and fries, with small salads. After we finished eating, they dealt with cleaning up afterwards, too. The evening was spent watching movies on TV, the two of them snuggled into my sides with an arm pulled around them so I could cup a breast in each hand. When Becky saw what I was doing with Em's breast, she politely informed me that I was more than welcome to do the same with her-which I was more than willing to do. Nor was I disappointed when Becky calmly followed me into my bedroom, with Emma right behind her. I decided that there were much worse ways of falling asleep than by cuddling with two naked teenyboppers.
The next morning found all of us spooning with each other, and none of us felt any hurry to get out of bed. When we finally did, it was so we could have another tag-team shower like the one we'd enjoyed the first time Becky had spent the night. Afterwards, both declared their intention to stay naked all day, and bullied me into following their example. I was a bit reluctant to do so at first, until I remembered how I'd woken up with an erection tucked against Becky's cute little buns and her breast in my hand; figuring if she was okay with having my hard cock on her ass, she wouldn't have any problems with just seeing it if (when!) I began to respond to the sight of their lovely bodies, I didn't put up much of a fight.
I was surprised by how easy it was to spend the day with the two of them, considering the difference in our ages: we listened to what they claimed was music (making me realize with a shock how old I was), a couple of hours worth of nude sunbathing in my back yard, then some more music (they were fine with my preferred classical music), along with a few other things along the way. I did sprout a couple of erections, which drew a some rather lascivious looks from Em and protracted looks from Becky.
After supper (a delivered pizza that I had to get "dressed" to accept), it was movie time again. I left the choice of what to watch up to them while I made a visit to the bathroom; when I got back, I wasn't surprised that they'd opted for something with an "R" rating. What did surprise me was that it was a hard "R" because it was essentially a soft porn movie. I didn't say anything about it, however, for a couple of reasons: first, I had said it was their choice; and second, I had to figure if they hadn't already seen or heard about the things that were likely to be in it, they probably should. Accordingly, I got myself seated on the couch; with Em and Becky laying on a blanket on the floor, I felt a certain amount of relief that I wasn't going to have to deal with a couple of worked up pubescent females focusing their attentions on ME.
Because it was such a thinly-veiled porno, it didn't take long for the people in it to be to the action-or for the action to happen at fairly frequent intervals. I watched the movie for a little bit before it simply got tiresome; that was when I started watching Em and Becky. It was no shock to me to see that both of them were getting aroused by what they were seeing. What did surprise me was when Becky didn't have any objection to Em reaching over to begin playing with one of her breasts… and reciprocated by moving one of her hands to cover Em's mons. I pretty much knew that the two of them had done things with each other, so it was only the fact that they were getting involved with each other right there in front of me that was a surprise. Another sex scene, and there was no mistaking that Emma was deliberately teasing Becky's nipple to hardness while Becky's hand was blatantly toying with Em's clitoris-and dipping farther down Em's cleft to keep the end of her finger lubricated. It wasn't a whole longer before the two of them were exchanging intermittent kisses that gradually got longer and more involved; from there, not much more time passed until it was clear that they'd completely forgotten about watching the movie in favor of paying attention to what they were doing to each other: each had one hand on the other's breast and the other busy between her friend's thighs.
I'd never actually seen two females together before, and the sight of Emma and Becky so unabashedly making out and getting each other worked up went straight to my dick, which grew in time with their obviously increasing arousal. The scent of aroused female was thick in the air and I was at full extension when Becky sat up long enough to reverse direction, then move to her hands and knees over Em. A few moments more, and the two of them were locked in a "69". From where I was seated, I had a clear view of Emma's tongue investigating the delicate folds of her friend's pussy: Becky's labia were a little longer and thicker than Emma's, but I could see that they were easily just as soft. At the top of her cleft, Becky's slightly large clitoris was starting to make an appearance out from under it's flesh cloak; at the bottom, her labia were already shiny with a mixture of Em's saliva and her own juices… I knew that because I could easily make out the ring of her opening, and the drops of her nectar that had escaped.
It took conscious effort to remember to breathe as I watched my naked niece and her equally naked best friend proceed to arouse and pleasure each other in front of me. The sight and sounds and smell as they happily licked and sucked and generally bedeviled each other's pussies is something that I'll never forget, and always treasure. I don't really know how long the two of them kept after each other, but there was no mistaking the fact that they gave each other a number of small orgasms along the way. It was after Emma had brought Becky to another climax that she gently pushed pushed her lover off of her; when she looked around, she saw me sitting on the couch with a raging hard-on. She didn't appear the least bit embarrassed by what she'd just been doing with her friend when she told me "Uncle Dave… would you mind getting down here with us? Please? I need to feel something inside me!"
Concerned about doing anything with Em while her friend was present, I looked at Becky. She was looking at me, and didn't seem any more bothered by what I'd witnessed her doing than Em had as she told me "I already know you've been with her, Mister Harrison, so I don't mind if she wants you to have sex with her."
Right on the heels of that, Em suggested "Uncle Dave, why don't you use your mouth on her? That way she doesn't have to just sit on the side and feel left out?"
With all of my blood in my dick, my brain was oxygen-starved enough to think that was actually a good idea, and I agreed. It took only a few moments for me to get stretched out on the floor, where Becky quickly got herself positioned straddling my head so that she was facing my feet. From there, she leaned over far enough to surprise me by taking my erect cock in her mouth. As I felt her tongue go to work on my shaft, Em told me "Don't worry, Uncle Dave. She wanted to find out for herself that a guy's penis doesn't actually taste like anything; she'll stop in a minute after she gets you wet so it's easier for me to get you inside."
Oh. Well, okay, then. As promised, Becky did stop after licking my dick and sliding her lips up and down on it for several seconds; when she let me slip from her mouth, there was indeed a film of her saliva on it as she sat up. That left me looking up at her smooth, tight buns as I felt Em straddle my hips. A moment later, Em's hand tilted my cock up and I felt her get the tight ring of her womanhood pressing against the end of it. As she started to settle herself onto my shaft, I heard her soft moan of pleasure accompanied by Becky's soft gasp as she watched my manhood disappear into Em's warm, wet sheath. After Emma's firm ass settled onto the tops of my thighs, a few seconds passed before Becky moved to reverse the direction she was facing-giving me a view I could only have hoped for: the smooth expanse of her bare mons, with the mounds of her breasts extending out from her chest as a background.
When I moved my gaze to her face, I could see that Becky was looking down at me in eager anticipation… all I needed to remind me why she was so conveniently positioned over my face. Bringing my hands up, I cupped the globes of her lovely ass as I raised my head to tend to the hairless treasure she was offering me.