I neither know, nor care, how long we continued like that except to wish that it had gone on longer: Emma bouncing herself up and down on my hard cock while I had a mouth full of Becky's tasty pussy and my hands full of her warm, firm tits.
We continued like that until I heard/felt Emma press herself down on me with the start of an orgasm; the feeling of her pussy around my dick was enough to shift me from enjoying her attentions to wanting to give her some attention of my own. Wanting to be able to devote all my attention to Em while we fucked, I focused on what I was doing to and with Becky so that I could bring her to a climax first. I'd mostly been just idling along, having fun gathering her nectar between bouts of stimulating her into producing more of it; but with the desire to fuck Emma, I dedicated myself to pleasuring the young girl straddling my face… and doing it in a way that I knew she'd never forget. With that resolved, I went about using everything I'd ever learned about eating pussy on Becky. It didn't take but a few minutes to have her well beyond the level of arousal I'd already raised her to, and have her gasping and moaning between the unintelligible noises she started to make.
When Emma started moving herself on me again, I could tell that she was getting tired, but I still took Becky to the edge of release before letting her fall back again-only to start moving toward an orgasm again, slowly and deliberately so that her release would be as strong and powerful as I could make it. I know I was able to hold her on the ragged edge for a few seconds, teasing her, until a firm press of my tongue against her clitoris resulted in her almost convulsing with the power of the orgasm she fell into. I'm sure that it was only because I had my arms along her sides and my hands on her breasts that she was able to remain vertical as a series of intense spasms coursed through her young body; when they finally faded, it was all I could do to keep her from falling over. I somehow managed to support her long enough for her to get herself together enough to cooperate as I carefully and gently guided her onto her side next to me. She was clearly stunned by what she'd just gone through, and could only nod when I told her "If you'll be okay, I think I need to help Em finish, okay?"
When I turned my attention to my niece, I saw that she'd witnessed what had happened, and heard what I'd told Becky: seeing that I was ready to devote myself to pleasing HER, she ended her activities by slowly lifting herself off my shaft and moving to sit on the floor. When I sat up, she let me know how she wanted us to continue by laying back and spreading her legs. I moved between them and took a few moments to enjoy the sight of her before getting myself positioned over her. She brought her legs up and locked her ankles behind me, tilting her pelvis up and opening herself to make it an easy matter for me to get the head of my penis against her opening. All it took was a steady push of my hips for me to bury my hard shaft in her in a single slow stroke as she softly moaned her pleasure. From there, it was less than a minute until I was steadily pistoning myself in and out of her to our mutual pleasure.
Over the next several minutes, my strokes in and out of Emma's tight, wet pussy steadily increased, arousing both of us: Emma was able to remain still and enjoy the feeling of my hard cock moving in her, while I was able to find a pace that I found pleasurable. When I finally felt the indications that she was getting close, it was fine with me because I was, too. A couple more minutes, and she tightened around me as I tried to bury as much of my dick in her as I could just ahead of the first spray of semen erupting from me. The start of my climax was apparently all she needed to trigger her own release, because I felt her insides start the milking sensation that signalled she was having her orgasm.
Between how long I'd watched Em and Becky together and the time Em and I had been fucking, my dick had been hard long enough that it shrank quickly once I was done trying to fill her with my cum; we'd bath barely gotten our senses back when we felt my cock slip out of her. We gave each other an understanding smile and exchanged a brief kiss before I moved off of Em and lay down next to her. A few moments later, I was reminded of Becky's presence when she stretched out between Em's parted legs and began licking up my semen as it leaked out; once she was sure she'd gotten it all, she shifted her attentions to cleaning my dick off with her mouth. When she was done with that, Becky moved to lay down on her side next to me on the side opposite from Emma. I put my arm around her, and saw her happy smile as I gently guided her close enough that she could drape an arm and leg across me before laying her head on my shoulder. That prompted Emma to mirror her position, leaving me with my arms full of cute and sexy teenybopper; a couple of minutes went by before Becky told me "That was really nice, Mister Harrison. I was a little nervous at first, 'cause you're the first guy to ever do that to me. But you made me feel so good, and then when you started touching my boobs that made it even better."
"I was kind of surprised that you were okay with doing anything with me, but if you were, then I was going to try and make it as nice for you as I could."
I heard her soft laugh before she answered "Oh, that was way better than just 'good'! I mean, it felt good and everything at first, but I could tell that that was all you were trying to do. But then when Emma orgasmed that first time, you started doing even more stuff and it kept feeling better and better. At the end, I knew you were teasing me, and I started to kinda get mad until I realized that I was going to orgasm even harder than usual. 'Cept I didn't figure I'd feel anything like that!"
After a moment, she went on "After I got my breath back, I, uh, watched. You know, you and Em, and it was so sexy. I mean, I saw you go inside her and it was easy to see that she liked it, but I was still surprised to see you moving in her and how much better she felt then. It, uh, even excited me-'specially when Em had a big orgasm like that."
"And what about after?", I asked.
I could feel her blush as she answered "Em told me what your stuff tasted like, and I already like how she tastes, so I just figured I'd keep her from making a mess and find out what your stuff tasted like at the same time." She hesitated a moment, then continued "It's kinda salty, but I like it; so when I was done with her it wasn't any big deal to clean you, too."
"Well, thank you for doing that… for both of us."
All of us lay there in companionable silence for a little while before Becky told me "Mister Harrison? There's something I'd like to talk to you about, if it's okay."
Wondering what it could be, I answered "Of course it's okay, Becky. What is it?"
Before she could say anything else, Emma told us "This is probably just for you two, so I'm going to leave you alone. I'll be in my room whenever you want me, Beck."
That said, Emma got up and headed down the hallway, leaving me and her friend laying on the floor. Several seconds passed before Becky told me "Last year, in gym class, we were trying to learn some new gymnastics stuff when I got one of the moves wrong and felt something hurt inside. Inside between my legs, I mean. I started bleeding a little bit-real blood, not like when I have my period-and the gym teacher called the school nurse. They took me into the nurse's office, and after I said it was okay, she examined me. I guess you can figure how surprised I was when she told me that I'd torn my hymen… that technically, I wasn't a virgin any more. She also called my mom and told her what had happened, too. That night, my mom came into my room and talked to me for a little while. I knew she meant it when she told me that she still loved me and always would, and that she cared about me enough to not try to make me live the way she'd had to. I didn't know what she meant until she said that with my hymen gone, there wasn't anything to keep me from starting to have sex any time I wanted. I was pretty embarrassed to hear that from her, but it was even worse when she told me that it would make her and Daddy feel better if they knew that I was protected-I mean, I knew she meant birth control. I told her I wasn't ready for anything like that, and she smiled before she told me she didn't doubt that I meant it but that that would change sooner than I expected it would. That's when she told me that I should think about it a little bit, and decide if I wanted her to take me to see her doctor… you know, her gynecologist. I did think about it, and finally understood what she was telling me. So I told her I'd like that, and she smiled and said she'd make an appointment for me."
She took a breath before continuing "When I went, it was just me and the doctor and his nurse… my mom just sat out in the waiting room. After he was done examining me, the doctor said that my mom had asked him to talk to me about birth control-but that whatever we talked about and decided was just between him and me… that not only wouldn't he tell her anything, she'd told him that she didn't want to know any more than that we had talked and 'settled things'. That's when he explained the different kinds of birth control and how they worked and how effective they were and all that. When he was done, he said that if I wanted to start using anything, he could do it and get me started any time I wanted. That's when his nurse told me that if I wasn't comfortable talking about it to my mom that she'd be glad to do it. I said I'd like that, and the doctor left us alone. The nurse answered some questions I had, and told me some stuff, and I was able to figure out what I wanted to do. I told her, and she went to get the doctor. After a few minutes, the doctor and nurse came back in with a tray of some stuff; after a bit, the doctor put an IUD in me so I don't get pregnant. It kinda hurt a little bit, but I was okay the next day. Anyway, after they were done, the doctor asked me if he needed to talk to my mom or if I was okay with doing it. I said I could, and that was the end of it. Well, except that on the way home, I told Mom that the doctor and I had talked and that everything was taken care of. She didn't ask me any questions about any of it, and just told me again that she and Daddy both still loved me and always would, and to be careful and make sure before anything happened. I think she knew I started using birth control, and she was telling me that about guys and my first time."
She remained silent after that. From the subject and what she'd said, I figured I already knew the answer, but still had to ask "Why are you telling me all that, Becky?"
It wasn't any surprise to me to hear "Because I'm finally SURE that I want to find out what sex is all about, and I'd like you to be the one I find out with."
"Why me, and not somebody your own age?"
I could hear the derision in her voice as she answered "I've heard the older girls at school talking, and I know I don't want anything to do with any of them. If there was one that had any idea of what he was doing, he'd probably have a big mouth and tell all his friends what happened. I don't believe that any of the ones that wouldn't talk about us would be grown up enough-mature, I mean-to take it slow and easy with me. I don't have a hymen to worry about, but I'm still a virgin, and I know I need somebody that can make it as easy for me as possible. Em has told me how you were with her and how happy you made her, and that's just what I want to happen for me, too. I know you're a grown man and seen that you're bigger than a guy closer to my age would be, but I think that doesn't matter as much as how careful I know you'd be."
Remembering how things had worked out with Emma, I asked "Are you wanting this to be just once, or more than that?"
"I wouldn't want to be over here every day or anything like that, but if… if it can be more than just once, I think I'd like that. I won't know for sure until after I know what it's like, though."
Almost from the first time I'd seen her naked, I'd had thoughts of jumping her sexy little body; hearing that she was already on birth control addressed the only real worry that I'd have had. Knowing that the obstruction of her hymen was gone relieved me of any concern about causing her any outright pain. The only problem I had with what she wanted was the simple fact that I'd so recently finished fucking Emma, and wasn't in any condition to tend to Becky's wants.
After a few seconds, I simply told her what my position was: "Becky, I'm genuinely honored that you would trust me enough to want me to be the one you give your virginity to, whether you have a maidenhead or not. I certainly think you're pretty and sexy enough that I'd want to be with you like that. There's just one problem: you know that I've already had sex with Emma, and us guys… well, after we've had sex, it takes a while before we're ready to go again."
I could hear her smile as she told me "I knew that; Em already told me. She also said that when you ARE ready again, you can go longer; that's why I didn't say anything to you earlier. I already like it when there's something inside me, so I'm pretty sure I'm going to like having a guy in me once I get used to it. And I think I can maybe help with getting you ready to go, too."
Having said that, she wriggled herself loose of my gentle embrace and sat up. I wasn't sure what to make of the expression on her face, but was willing to comply when she told me "I think you'll want to sit up for this"; something in her voice and attitude told me that I was going to like whatever was about to happen. While I was getting myself settled with my back against the couch, Becky was taking a similar position against a chair just a couple of feet away. Seeing that I was watching her, she slowly brought her knees up before moving her feet apart-and then unabashedly spreading her legs, fully exposing herself to my gaze. That was followed by her taking her breasts in her hands and squeezing them before releasing them so she begin softly caressing them with her fingertips.
To my delight, it didn't take much of that before her nipples began to grow from the puckered circles of her areolas, and her labia began to get longer and darker. For the next several minutes, she patiently used her hands on her breasts and nipples to tease herself to progressively higher levels of arousal; seeing the physical results of her self-stimulation was enough to start arousing me in response. Her eyes were locked on where my cock way lying on my leg, and once she was sure that she was having the effect she was after, I got to watch as she slowly moved on hand down until it came to rest on her hairless mound. My attention was focused entirely on the hand between her spread thighs, and I watched as she slowly curled one finger so that the tip of it dipped between her parted labia before she drew it upwards, finishing the movement with a brief caress of her clitoral hood. She repeated the gesture several more times, calmly teasing her clitoris into making an appearance.
Her pearl of pleasure was fully exposed when she added something else to her actions: instead of simply drawing her fingertip across her wet opening, she slowly worked it into her virginal chamber… sliding it back and forth several times before just as slowly drawing it back out, letting me see how shiny it was with her nectar, then using the oils she'd collected on it to provide the lubrication she needed as she toyed with her clitoris. When she was done with that, she moved her hand to her mouth and didn't hesitate to lick it clean before moving her hand to her breast again. That left me with an unimpeded view of her bare mons-her erect clitoris at the top, while the glistening labia below it were parted enough to let me see that her opening was already shiny with her juices.
After letting me try to memorize the sight of her for a bit, she casually moved her hand between her legs again so she could resume her previous activities. For the next several minutes, I watched closely as she went through cycle after cycle of slowly finger-fucking herself for several seconds before shifting her attentions to her erect clitoris, then starting the whole thing over again. It was impossible not to notice that she was arousing herself as much as she was trying to get ME going: her breasts were visibly tight with her areolas puckered around the hard nipples protruding from them; between her spread thighs, her labia were longer and thicker, dark with her desire. The entrance to her untried womanhood was not only shiny with her oils, but the nectar that escaped her was beginning to slowly trickle down from her opening. Several times, she'd cleaned her juices off her finger (an incredibly erotic sight itself), without making the slighted dent in what was slowly leaking out of her.
My cock had gotten long and thick, but wasn't quite hard enough to stand up from my groin when she took her efforts even farther by adding a second finger to the one she was fucking herself with, and spending even more time sliding them in and out before moving them to her clit.
I expect that both of us were pleased when my manhood began to rise up off of my leg as she continued pleasuring herself; the process went even faster when I noticed that the blush she'd developed extended all the way down to her chest, and that she was steadily panting with her increased desire.
As she continued her efforts, it sank in for me that she was using two fingers to fuck herself with; that left me with reason to believe that it wouldn't be too difficult for her to accept my adult erection-as well as arousing me at the sight of what she was doing, and helping me get even harder as I watched her become more aroused and move herself closer to an orgasm.
A few minutes more, and it became clear to me that she was approaching her release: she was arching her hips forward each time she slid her fingers into her wet pussy, and she was panting and moaning continuously. I caught myself holding my breath as I waited for her to find the last little bit of pleasure she needed to orgasm; by a conscious effort, I took a deep breath just ahead of the start of her climax. She pulled her drenched fingers out of her pussy and used them to press against her clitoris under its hood, making it possible for me to watch as the entrance to her vagina clenched in time with the waves of pleasure that I could see coursing through her. Watching that happen as I listened to her groans of pleasure was the last bit of stimulation I needed to reach full hardness; with the end of her release, I entertained myself by looking at the sight of her bare mons while imagining what it would be like to feel my hard cock buried in her.
Young as she was, it didn't take her long to recover from her climax; when she opened her eyes and saw me sitting there with my hard dick waving in the air, the look of eager anticipation she got was priceless. Before I could say or do anything, she scooted herself closer to me and leaned over, taking my erection between her lips. Just as she'd done before, she used her lips and tongue on me just long enough to ensure I was erect and well-wetted with her saliva before releasing me from her mouth; satisfied with her handiwork, she quickly straddled my waist. With her kneeling right in front of me the way she was, I put my hands on her hips and held her in place so I could lean forward and fasten my mouth on the peak of one of her lovely breasts. When I started sucking on her erect nipple, she loudly moaned her pleasure before putting her hands on my head to hold it there. It couldn't have taken two minutes for me to get the ends of both of her firm breasts hard and erect, and glistening with my saliva, before I released my soft hold on her. Free to move again, she reached between her legs and took hold of my erection. Levering it up, she discovered that she wasn't in quite the right position and quickly made the necessary adjustments.
When everything was to her satisfaction, she held the head of my dick against her wet opening while letting enough of her weight rest against it to ensure it remained there. I put my hands on her hips again, applying just enough pressure to let her know that it was only to help steady her. She looked into my eyes, and I could easily see that she was somewhat nervous. After making sure I had her attention, I told her "It's okay, Becky. I'm going to stay right here, just like this-so only go however fast or do whatever feels right for you. I only have one bit of advice for you: if something hurts, don't do that . Okay?"
Not only did my reassurance do wonders to help her relax, I even managed to draw a smile from her with my advice. She was in a much better frame of mind when she told me "Thanks for reminding me why I wanted this to happen with you, Mister Harrison."
A moment later, I felt it as she began her efforts to get her virginal fifteen-year-old pussy wrapped around my erect manhood. To our mutual pleasure and relief, it didn't turn out to be all that difficult for her to get the head of my cock past the ring of her entrance: we were both amply lubricated and she only advanced as fast as she was comfortable with, despite her eagerness for it to happen. When I felt her opening clenched behind the head of my dick, I applied a bit of pressure to her hips and got her to hold still before I told her "Let's take a minute to get used to all this before we go on, okay?"
Even though I was fine with how things were going, I was still concerned enough about her that I wanted to make sure she didn't try to go any faster than was prudent… even though she hadn't shown any sign that she was having any trouble, either. Still, she agreed readily enough, and I used the opportunity to toy with her lovely breasts while the two of us exchanged several kisses.
After a couple of minutes, she told me "You can keep playing with my boobs if you want to, but I'm ready to go on-I want you in me!"
Using my best hen-pecked husband voice and expression, I answered "Yes, dear", making her giggle briefly before she started getting herself settled farther onto my erection. While I played with her boobs.
Naturally it took a bit longer, but there came to point that the two of us felt her butt settle onto the tops of my thighs. I took my hands off her breasts in favor of wrapping my arms around her and gently hugging her as I told her "That's it, sweetheart. You are most definitely not a virgin any more."
It was easy to hear the happiness in her voice as she answered "Believe me, I know I'm not a virgin any more! You feel so big in me, but it feels so good, too; and it was way easier than I even hoped it could be."
She didn't seem inclined to do much of anything other than let me hold her, which I was perfectly content to do for as long as she needed or wanted me to: not only did I have the delectable bundle of her in my arms, but I was free to enjoy the feeling of having my dick surrounded by her hot and wet and tight vagina. I could feel that there was still a little bit of it outside her, but knew that I'd have all of my cock buried in her before things were done.
After a bit, she began making a few tentative movements on my lap; satisfied with the resulting sensations, she wasn't reluctant about expanding her activities and eventually tried lifting herself off of me a little way before settling herself down again. With a soft push, she eased herself out of the circle of my arms far enough that I could see the joy on her face as she told me "That feels good!" before doing it again, a little farther. In less than a minute, she was happily sliding herself up and down roughly half my manhood with enthusiasm.
Several minutes of that went by before she began to get a little tired from it, and switched over to try experimenting with different things-changing the angle I entered her at, how much of my penis she moved herself on, trying different speeds, and so on. As near as I could tell, there wasn't any of it that she actually disliked; there were simply some things that she enjoyed a whole lot more than others. Judging from the way she was acting, I had to figure that she was going to want the two of us to have sex together more than just that one time.
Despite her youth and good health and fitness, there were limits on the energy she had. When she started to get a little tired, I waited for her to let me know when she wanted me to take over. Several minutes past that point, I finally got her to hold still on me again so I could suggest "I think you're getting tired. How about if I take over now?"
Panting slightly, she nodded her agreement before asking "Would it be okay if we changed around, too?"
"Of course it would. If you're tired, I can be on top of you; or if you want, I can be behind you, or we can do anything else that gets our parts lined up right."