pressed firmly into my palms. After carefully squeezing them a few times while marveling at how soft yet firm they were, I began exploring their surfaces with my fingertips. Enjoying their smooth warmth, I eventually found my way to their peaks where I discovered that her areolas were puckered and crinkled, and that her nipples had grown a bit longer while remaining deliciously hard. My Braille examination of the most obvious signs of her femininity were enough to encourage the tips of her breasts to even greater growth. When I finally released her lovely mammaries and moved my hands to her back, it took only a slight pressure to get her to lean forward far enough for me to raise my head and fasten my mouth on the dark flesh capping one mound. As I softly sucked on her nipple, I heard Emma release a moan of pleasure as she pressed her chest forward in encouragement for me to continue.
After moving my hands back to her ass, I had a grand time playing with her butt while orally tending to her breasts: licking and sucking on her nipples and other random points, nuzzling and kissing every square millimeter of both mounds, and generally doing whatever I could think of to let her know what I thought of them. I knew my efforts were appreciated from the increasing frequency and volume of the noises Emma made, and the way her nipples grew progressively longer.
My fun was interrupted when Emma sat up, pulling her body out of reach of my mouth and lips; when I looked up at her in question, there was no mistaking the desire in her voice when she told me 'I really like that, but I want to do the other stuff, too.'
'If you'll turn around and then back up, we can do that to each other at the same time', I responded.
She nodded her understanding/agreement, and it wasn't but a few seconds until I had her knees on each side of my head; a couple more had us in the classic '69' position.
The sensation of her taking my semi-erect cock in her cool hand was easily overwhelmed by the sight she was presenting me: a clear and unimpeded view of her virginal womanhood. Amid the dark vee of her bush, I could easily see that her clitoris had made an appearance at the top of her cleft. Below that, her soft pubic hair was divided by the engorged (but still rather thin) lips that bracketed her vaginal opening. The inner surfaces of her labia glistened, telling me what I'd find as I put my arms around her legs; when I tenderly spread her inner lips, I was privileged to see that she was already wet inside-enough so that there were already several drops of her oils that had escaped, and were waiting for me to collect them. It was also possible for me to make out the ring of her hymen, farther inside; opening her a little more, I tried to see if I could get some idea of how difficult it would be to get past that obstacle. As I was doing that, Emma began slowly and gently stroking my manhood in an effort to encourage it to further growth.
Not being a doctor or having actually seen another maidenhead to compare to, I wasn't qualified to make any absolute judgments about Emma's, of course. Still, I was left with the impression that Emma's hymen looked somewhat fragile, and didn't think (as well as sincerely hoped) that it wouldn't present too great of an obstacle… relatively speaking.
Having accomplished that much, I took a minute to try and memorize the sight of Emma's womanhood; I didn't expect to ever see her quite that way again, and was determined to remember the view I had of her as completely and accurately as I could. Once I was satisfied, I raised my head and extended my tongue to collect my first taste of her nectar; it took only a brief, light pass of my tongue across her opening to gather the drops of her essence that I'd seen. It was only a moment for me to get the full flavor of her: her oils were light and somewhat thin, and were slightly sweet and earthy at the same time. I eagerly applied myself to the pleasant task of encouraging her to produce even more of them by moving the tip of my tongue to the bottom of her opening, the slowly drawing it upwards-pressing slightly against the entrance to her vagina before sliding it between her soft labia and finishing by making a couple of soft laps around the flesh pebble of her exposed clitoris.
Emma responded to the beginning of my action by trying to press her pelvis down to increase the contact with my tongue, and rewarded my efforts to her clitoris by releasing a deep and impassioned groan of pleasure before taking nearly the entire length of my mostly-erect manhood into her mouth. As I continued my activities between her smooth thighs, she got considerably more enthusiastic about using her mouth and tongue to stimulate my penis into even greater hardness; I could almost feel her reluctance to let any part of me escape from between her lips, despite the fact that I was becoming more than she could comfortably hold in her mouth.
It didn't take me long to get her to the point that she was steadily leaking a small amount of her juices for me to lap up between bouts of softly sucking on or gently lip-nibbling her soft labia, or teasing her sensitive clitoris. In return, she seemed quite happy to dedicate herself to learning everything she could about performing fellatio… and doing a damn fine job of it.
She seemed to know what things not to do, which left plenty of room for her to experiment: different amounts and kinds of suction, using her tongue in varying ways at an assortment of places, using her lips in a variety of ways, and any permutation of anything else she could think of. Of course, some of the things she tried were more pleasant than others, but nothing she did hurt or was uncomfortable. The net result was that once I reached a certain point, my arousal increased appreciably slower than hers did-essentially, once she got me hard, she was doing little more than keeping me that way while I was moving her closer and closer to an orgasm. Not only was that just fine with me, but actually a plus as far as I was concerned: I figured that if I could get her to climax first, she'd be well-lubricated inside and relaxed enough to make our first union as easy as possible for her.
All there was for me to do was lay there and enjoy the hell out of the situation: getting a blowjob that varied between 'good' and 'Hot damn!' while eating her fresh, young pussy.
We continued like that for several minutes as I steadily (and deliberately taking my time) added to her pleasure and arousal, moving her ever closer to having a climax. When I judged that her release couldn't be too far off, I added something else to the mix of things I was doing between her thighs: pressing the tip of my tongue against her opening. The first few times, I just touched the entrance to her vagina with my tongue; her reaction was enough to let me know it was okay to continue, gradually increasing my efforts until I was able to get fairly insistent about it. What with the other things I was doing to and with her, it didn't take a whole lot of that before I could tell she was incredibly close to having an orgasm.
I'd gotten my mouth over her clitoris and was sucking on it in a soft rhythm while circling it with my tongue when Emma suddenly pulled her mouth off my cock. Not even a heartbeat later, I heard her start to cry out with her release, only to have it cut off by her body suddenly seizing up with the first wave of her climax. Wanting her relaxed but not comatose, I left off my attentions to her clit in favor of simply licking up the juices that started leaking out of her-which was apparently enough to prolong her release, anyway. When the last spasm of pleasure had faded, I could hear her draw a deep, ragged breath, followed by her body swaying slightly over mine. Realizing that she'd been left feeling weak, I pulled my head back from her crotch and got my hands shifted to her waist. Understanding that I was ready to help her move, she let me guide her off of me and to a sitting position; from there, it was easy enough to get her laid out next to me so I could get my arms around her.
After a minute or two, she'd gotten her breath back enough to softly tell me 'God, that was good.'
I continued to hold her and give her occasional soft kisses to her lips or anyplace else that struck my fancy until she was able to tell me 'I really liked it when you started using your tongue to try and get inside me, Uncle Dave. I didn't figure you could, but it still felt good when you tried; it kinda gave me an idea of what it would be like when you put your penis in me, and that made me really excited.'
My conscience demanded that I ask 'You still want me to have your virginity? Or was that enough?'
She immediately declared 'That wasn't anywhere near enough, Uncle Dave! If you can make me feel that good just using your tongue, I have to know what it's like when you're inside me, now!'
'Are you ready for us to go on, then?'
I saw her nipples start to erect again as she told me 'Oh, yeah!'
When I released my gentle hold on her, she didn't hesitate to roll onto her back and spread her legs; after I sat up and moved between them, she brought her knees up and spread herself for me even more; opening herself to me completely enough that I could easily see her parted labia and how wet the area between them was. Moving over her, I reached between us and levered my hard cock down so I could get the head of it against the entrance to her vagina. Before I could say or do anything else, she wriggled her body down enough to ensure that the end of my manhood was securely wedged against her opening.
After getting myself settled over her, I looked into her eyes and asked 'Are you really sure you want us to to do this? You can change your mind now, or any time up until your cherry is gone, and I won't be upset-not even a little bit. All I want is what's right for you.'
Of course, I was lying my ass off about it being okay for her to call things off: I'd be disappointed as hell. But it was more important to me that Emma didn't feel like she was in a situation where she felt like she had to do
