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caused a slight pressure against her clitoris. I couldn't help but be fascinated (and incredibly aroused) by the vision of my manhood disappearing into the confines of Emma's womanhood. As I continued to watch it, I heard her moan lustily before softly gasping 'God, it's as sexy to watch as it is good to feel!'

Watching and feeling as I repeatedly buried myself in her fifteen-year-old pussy proved to be more than I could handle; the increasing pleasure coming from the head of my cock soon had me moving faster and faster in her as I approached my release.

Even while I was increasing the pace of my thrusts into her, Emma was responding — letting her head fall back, she starting making more sounds of pleasure and arousal as I felt her wet sheath begin a faint clenching around me. The added stimulation only got me moving even faster in her, which only seemed to throw gasoline on the fires of her desire. It couldn't have been but a very few minutes before I knew that I was going to cum; after filling her with my manhood, I tried to push myself even farther inside her as the first spray of semen erupted from me. Before I could

launch the second, Emma cried out her pleasure as her body spasmed hard enough to lift her completely off the bed, hanging from me by her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, with my cock buried as far as it would go in her while I dumped what felt like quarts of semen into her, with her body literally hanging off of mine; I can only say that it was a considerable relief to me when she almost literally fell back onto the bed while her vaginal muscles continued to clench in counterpoint to the pulsing of my cock.

When her orgasm began to fade, Emma's ankles unlocked, and her legs fell from around my waist. Continuing to hold myself in her, I lowered my body enough to make contact with hers -

acting as a living blanket for her until she indicated she didn't need/want it any longer. She was panting from her efforts, and looked to be rather stunned from what had happened. As close as I was to her, it was easy (and pleasant, I'll admit) to begin applying a number of soft kisses to her face and shoulders as she began to get her senses back, and breathing under control. I was looking down at her and thinking about how much I cared for her and how special our relationship was when she opened her eyes and looked up at me. The sheer joy on her face told me better than words ever could just how happy she was with what we'd done — and how satisfied she was about it, too.

She quickly reached up to put her arms around my neck again, and pulled my head down so that she could give me a kiss that made it perfectly clear how she felt about me. When she finally let go of me, I was left panting for a few seconds.

'Oh, Gary! That was wonderful! It felt so good, having you moving in me like that, and knowing that you were making love with me, and not just… fucking me.'

That was the first time I'd ever heard either of them use that word, and she looked at me a bit concerned about what I would say about her saying it. But I knew what she meant, and understood that it was the only way for her to really say it, so I just told her 'I'm glad I was able to make you happy, honey — but that's not a word I want to hear you say much, okay? I know why you said it, and why, so I'm not upset… this time.'

Relieved, she nodded her head before telling me 'I won't, I promise. But you made me feel so good by making love with me, I just wanted to make sure you knew that you've made me so happy, and why. I've heard the older girls at school talking, like I've told you, and that's the word they use; what I felt with you was so different from how they talk that I had to let you know that I knew the difference. You told me that I should be happy about how I gave up my virginity, and with who, and I am. And now that it's over, you're holding yourself over me, keeping me warm and making me feel so safe, and loved… I can feel you, still inside me, and even though you aren't as hard as before, it still feels so nice to have you there. You're still showing me how much you love me, and it just makes me love YOU even more!'

Smiling at her enthusiasm, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before telling her 'I do love you, Em, and that's what I wanted to show you; and maybe even how much. If you liked it that much, and I've made you that happy, then I'm glad.'

When she heard that, I saw Emma's eyes get wet as she got ready to cry. She saw me looking at her in concern, and quickly shook her head and smiled, letting me know that they were tears of happiness. Seeing either of them crying always turned me into a big marshmallow, regardless of whether they were crying because they were happy or sad. Trying to head her tears off before they got started, I lowered my head and used my lips to nibble on her earlobe; she giggled and scrunched her shoulder in response. When I raised my head again, I was relieved to see that my ploy had worked — her eyes were still wet, but her tears were being blinked away.

I continued to hold myself over her, and the two of us exchanged a number of soft, loving kisses.

When I could feel that my penis was about to slip free of her, I calmly told her what she could expect to happen. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest about it, and eagerly agreed to my suggestion that we could clean up together.

When my cock did pull loose of her, I quickly got off of her — though I did delay long enough to give her another quick kiss. She was curious about my suggestion that she carefully scoot herself toward the edge of the bed, but she did it without question or comment; she found out why when I scooped her into my arms and picked her up. As she held on to me and rested her head on my shoulder, I carried her into the bathroom; I lifted the toilet lit with my foot, then set her on the seat. Turning around, I told her I'd be back in a few minutes, then left — closing the door behind me. I took my time about getting a couple of sodas from the fridge and taking them into my bedroom, then neatening the bedcovers a little bit. A good five minutes had gone by before I softly knocked on the bathroom door. I heard her tell me it was okay, and went in to find that she was just starting the shower. I stood behind her and 'helped' by cupping her breasts in my hands, and tweaking her nipples a little bit, making her laugh.

Once both of us were under the shower, she didn't hesitate in the slightest to use her finger and the flow of water to ensure that all of my semen was out of her. Once that was taken care of, we had a delightful time cleaning each other up, then drying off. I surprised her by carrying her back into my bedroom and setting her on the bed; when I climbed in next to her, she directed me onto my side, then proceeded to try and get every square inch of her back fused to my front before pulling my arm around to cup her breast. I kissed her shoulder and told her I loved her, and when she turned her head to look at me, her eyes told me how much she loved me, too.

When I woke up the next morning, I was flat on my back, with Emma laying on her side next to me. Her head was on my shoulder, and she had an arm and leg draped across me. I turned my head to look at her, and saw that she was already awake; when she saw me looking at her, the smile she gave me easily made my entire year.

I asked how she was, and it took her a moment to understand that I was asking if she was experiencing any after-effects from the night before. She assured me she was fine, and when I asked if she was sure, she calmly proceeded to prove it — by sucking me to erection, then impaling herself on my manhood and riding me through two orgasms as I played with her breasts, before I filled her with my seed again.

When it was time for us to clean up again, she unabashedly pressed her fingers against her opening to keep my cum from dripping out of her as she had me follow her into the bathroom. I was directed to get the water started while she 'helped' by holding my soft and sticky penis in her hand; I got to hold her water-slick breasts from behind as she cleaned my cum out. Following that, we had a playful, happy time cleaning each other up — though some areas likely ended up much cleaner than others did. Dried and dressed, we met up in the kitchen, where we were joined by Gail. Over breakfast, I saw the two of them exchanging Looks, and knew that Gail was fully aware of why Emma had been in my bed… and what had happened.

When I had to take care of some work, both of them opted to go skinny-dipping in the pool for a little while; I remembered to verify what Emma had told me about her birth control. She'd been half-right on both of the names she'd suggested; the stuff was called Norplant. It used a different chemical, and was claimed to be good for five years, as she'd said. I didn't think that she'd lied to me — not at all; I simply wanted to make sure I knew what it was, and how it might affect them.

When I was done for the day, I discovered that they were still out by the pool. I went out to check with them, and let them talk me into going skinny-dipping with them, much to our mutual delight. When we went back inside, Gail didn't seem to mind in the slightest that Emma wanted to cuddle with me while we watched TV.

After that day, I would still find one or the other (or sometimes both) of the girls in my bed at night. Just as before, it was always up to them whether it was for sleep or pleasure. When it was just Emma with me, it was 50–50 whether or not she'd want us to have some fun; if she did, it was also even chances whether or not she'd