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.
Sooner than I'd have liked (what she was doing did feel pretty damn good), Emma had brought me to the brink; she had my balls cupped in her hand when she held the end of my cock in her mouth and used the tip of her tongue to massage the underside of it right behind the head. It took only a few seconds of that for me to begin spraying her tonsils with my cum-which she happily swallowed while continuing her efforts, ensuring that my climax was as strong as she could make it. She continued to hold me in her mouth until I had softened enough that she could take my entire penis in her mouth that she could clamp her lips around it and milk it for whatever few drops of semen were in me as she pulled her head back and finally let me slip from between her lips. More than a little stunned by the experience, I could only look down at her as she looked up at me before saying 'I don't think you expected me to do that, but when you weren't looking last night, I tasted some of your stuff so I'd know what it was like. It wasn't what I expected, and I decided I actually kinda liked the taste of it… that, and I figured it'd feel better for you if I kept my mouth on you when I made you climax.'
'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
