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completely off of me, then just as slowly filled herself with my erection again; it wasn't until she'd repeated her actions several times that she moved to sit up again, saying 'That is so sexy to see — but I want to feel it even more…'

Once she mentioned it, I realized that she had a pretty good point — as interesting as it was to watch my cock disappearing into her tight twat, the feeling of it was infinitely better. As she started to resume her previous movements on me, I started trying to see if I couldn't add to her pleasure in other ways. The most obvious targets for my attentions were her breasts, which were firm enough that they swayed only slightly as she moved; I spent no small amount of time caressing and gently squeezing them — rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and softly pinching and pulling on them. When she leaned forward to put her hands on the bed, I was even able to lift my head far enough to suck on the peaks of her breasts, and tenderly bite them… something that pleased her greatly.

But her tits weren't my only target. It was still fun, if not quite as much, to run my hands over every part of her tight little body that I could reach — her silken thighs, the firm globes of her ass, the smooth skin of her sides and back, the delicate curves of her waist and hips… all were subjected to my tender ministrations. As the delicate touch of my fingertips continued to wander her young body, I could feel Karen's womanhood get warmer and wetter with her increasing arousal, as evidenced by the faint blush she'd developed on her face and shoulders.

Still, even Karen's youthful vigor had it's limits when she was in an unfamiliar position and so much smaller than I was; I could tell when she started to get a little tired, and put my hands on her hips to get her to hold still so I could tell her 'We don't have to stop' — 'Good! I don't want to!' — 'but I think maybe you'd like it if we changed around so you could take it easy for a bit?'

'How?'

'If you want to try something different' — 'You betcha!' — 'you can get on your hands and knees, and I'll be behind you. Then I'm doing the work, and you can rest.'

I saw her nipples perk up slightly at my suggestion, and she quickly answered 'Yeah, I'd like that…'

She lifted herself off of me, moaning slightly when my cock finally slipped free of her, then readily turned and lowered herself to her hands and knees. I didn't delay in getting to my knees, then behind her — where I had to stop and enjoy the view of her almost-bare mound divided by the parentheses of her glistening and parted labia, with the globes of her cute ass above. Only when she wiggled her hips at me did I remember what I was there for, and move myself close enough to finish what we'd started. It took a little adjustment by both of us before we were in a position that I could wedge the head of my cock against her opening; holding myself steady, I pressed my hips forward, filling her with my manhood in just a single steady, slow thrust as she moaned her pleasure.

When the firm mounds of her ass were pressed against my lower belly, I held myself still in her for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling; then I eased about half my cock out of her before burying myself in her again. Giving her time to let me know if she was having any problems, I started experimenting to find out how she liked me to move in her — fast or slow, long strokes or short, and so on. It didn't take me long to decide that she was agreeable to pretty much anything, as long as it meant my cock was moving in her. With that settled, I simply got myself settled into a rhythm that would let me fuck her for as long as possible.

That proved to be one of the best decisions I'd made in a long time.

With my erection steadily pistoning in and out of her, Karen's enjoyment and arousal increased apace. It was but a very few minutes before I felt her have a small orgasm — about the same as she'd had when I'd climaxed in her the night before. The sensation of her warm, wet sheath getting even tighter around me as I continued to plunder her treasure was a delight… and a surprise, learning that she could enjoy sex THAT much, that soon after giving me her virginity.

She surprised me again several minutes later with another orgasm that was discernably stronger, and lasted longer. It also stimulated the hell out of me to have her clenching around me tight enough that only her ample lubrication made it possible to keep moving in her. By the time her second climax was over, she'd moved me a lot closer to finding my own release.

What with her being as receptive (pardon the pun!) to sexual pleasure as she was, I didn't see any reason not to make my own approaching climax better, too — and started thrusting into her with longer, slower strokes to increase the pressure I could feel building inside me. Karen let me know that she thought that was just dandy with an increase in the moans and verbal encouragement she was giving voice to.

When my cock signalled that it was going to happen now, rather than slam myself into her the way I wanted to, I held her by the hips and tried to press myself as far into her as I could — even as I felt her clamp down on me with the beginning of her third orgasm since I'd gotten behind her.

The tightening of her vagina was in almost perfect counterpoint to the pulses of cum that erupted from the end of my cock — she would clench around me and intensify my pleasure, then relax enough to let me try to coat her tonsils with my jism before she tightened around me again.

By the time it was over, both of us were panting; I got an idea of how intense it had been for Karen when I felt her begin to wobble slightly in front of me. Wanting to enjoy the warm confines of her for a little longer, I carefully guided her forward so that she could lay down on the bed while I stayed right behind her. Supporting my weight on my elbows, I was able to cover her body with mine while keeping my slowly-deflating cock inside her.

I'd gotten my breath back, and had applied a number of soft kisses to her shoulder and ear and cheek when I heard her quietly ask 'Is it always going to feel that good when I have sex? Or were you doing something special to make it better for me?'

I kissed her shoulder again before answering 'I wasn't doing anything 'special' for you, sweetheart, except trying to make you feel good and happy, too. If you're with a guy that cares for you, then I don't see any reason why it shouldn't feel that good for you every time.'

She considered that for a few moments, then told me 'And I guess if he doesn't care if he makes me happy or not, there really isn't any reason to do it, is there?'

' I don't think so, but that's something you have to decide for yourself.'

Another couple of seconds went by before she told me 'I think I'd rather feel this good a few times, instead of doing it more often, but not liking it as much. What do you call it? Quality versus quantity?'

I kissed her cheek, then answered 'Yeah, that's what I call it.'

After that, the two of us just lay there for a while longer; our companionable silence was interrupted only when she told me 'I can feel you're almost ready to pull loose of me. I'd like to stay here, 'cause it's so nice being with you like this, but I don't want to make a mess on your bed, either. So if you'll get off of me when it happens, I can hold your stuff inside long enough to get into the bathroom. Then we can take a shower, if you want.'

I nibbled on her earlobe with my lips, causing her to scrunch her shoulder, before I answered

'Yeah, I can do that. You want some time in the bathroom alone, then?'

'Yeah, a couple minutes, if it's okay.'

'Of course it is, honey.', I answered, before kissing her shoulder again.

A minute later, I felt myself uncork from her, and quickly moved off of her. She raised her hips enough to press her hand over the entrance to her vagina before getting out of bed and unabashedly heading for the bathroom. I gave her well past her requested couple of minutes before getting up and going in to join her. Our shower wasn't quite as playful as it had been the night before, but was easily more loving and affectionate. She dried me off, then I sat on the commode to make it a little easier as I did the same for her. When I was done, I put my hands on her hips and gently guided her to face me so I could tell her 'Karen, honey, I really liked the things we did together last night, and again this morning. But I want to make sure you know that I love you for who you are in your heart, and what's in your mind, not because of the things we do with each other. If you want us to keep making love like that, that's fine with me — just like it's fine if you want us to stop, too. No matter what happens between us, I still love you, and I always will. Okay?'

The smile she gave me went straight to my heart before she answered 'I know you love me, Uncle Ted, and you'd still love me if I didn't want us to do stuff together. I'd still love you just as much if you told me that you didn't think we should be like this together. But if we can make each other feel good like we did last night and this morning, I'd like that — it's a way we can show how much we love each other. Let's just enjoy what we have, and not worry about it, all right?'