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Subject: {ASSM} A Close-knit Family by Dorsai (MF, Mf, ff, Mff, inc, oral,  mast, anal, rom) (3/3)
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As I woke up the next morning, I discovered that I was flat on my back
-- and that something warm and wet was encasing over half my erect
cock. On opening my eyes and looking down, I saw that Karen had her
mouth full of my manhood while one hand was busy between her
slightly-parted thighs. When she saw that I was awake, she smiled (as
best she could) at me around my erection, then unashamedly spread her
legs wide so I could see that she was see-sawing one finger in and out
of her vagina between bouts of using the tip of that finger to
administer to her erect clitoris. It was, without a doubt, THE best
way to wake up that I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

Still, the Engineer part of me simply had to ask "And just what do you
think you're doing, young lady? Aside from the obvious?"

Reluctantly pulling her mouth from around my cock, she looked at me
and patiently told me "I'm getting you hard, of course. After I woke
up, I remembered how good you made me feel last night, and I want to
see if it's even better now that I know what it's like..."

"You're okay? Not sore inside, or anything?", I asked. As tight as
she'd been, I really didn't figure that she'd be ready to have me
inside her again any time soon.

"Oh, a little bit... but not enough to make me not want to do it again,
if that's what you're asking."

Well, if I hadn't woken up, she'd have done what she was going to,
anyway, so I didn't see that there was anything for me to say -- other
than "How about if you let me help YOU get ready, too?"

Visibly delighted, she didn't say anything in response; she just
quickly got herself situated so that she had a knee on each side of my
head before leaning over and getting my cock between her lips again.
That left me with a slightly different view of her than I'd had the
night before -- equally as sexy and attractive, and more than
sufficient to tickle my libido. Raising my head, I happily applied
myself toward getting her as aroused as I was while holding her firm
little ass in my hands.

Karen wasn't trying to make me cum, and that was a good thing; simply
having her doing her best to get (and keep) me hard was "entertaining"
enough!

It took me only a few minutes of pleasant labor with my lips and
tongue to get her fully aroused; I could only figure that giving me
oral sex was something that SHE enjoyed nearly as much as I did.
Fluttering the tip of my tongue across her clitoris brought her a
small orgasm; when it was over, she let me fall from her lips again to
tell me "That feel great, Uncle Ted... but I know what would feel even
better..."

With that, she raised up again, then carefully got herself
repositioned so that she was straddling my hips. Looking down at me,
she told me "I don't have to be afraid it's going to hurt, or
anything, but I'm still sore enough inside that I'd feel better if I
was in charge of how fast you're inside me.", a bit apologetically.

"That's fine, dear. Take your time, and even if you want to stop,
that's okay.", I assured her.

She just smiled, and told me "Oh, I don't think that'll happen!"
before taking my erection in her cool hand and levering it up. It took
her a couple of adjustments before she was satisfied with her
position, then she lowered herself so that her opening was resting
snugly against the end of my manhood. Holding me steady, she carefully
let more and more of her weight come down on me as she began to impale
herself on my erection. There was only a brief battle before I felt
her get herself wrapped around the head of my cock.

She paused for a few seconds, then started slowly pressing herself
farther onto me, with frequent stops to raise up and ensure I stayed
well lubricated before she continued. Much more quickly than it had
happened the night before, I found my adult erection thoroughly
encased by her fourteen-year-old vagina. As the cheeks of her ass
settled onto the tops of my thighs, she looked down at me with the
mixed expressions of satisfaction at what she'd done, and pleasure at
what she was feeling. I could hear the lust in her voice as she
muttered "Mmmmmmm... this feels nice..."

Even with her obviously able to take pleasure in having my cock in
her, I was still ready to wait for her to start moving first -- if you
don't count the fact that I reached up to cup my hands under her
breasts and start teasing her nipples with my thumbs. After a few
seconds of that, she put her hands over mine to hold them there
(entirely unnecessary!) before she began rocking her hips. Her
movements were small and slow at first, but quickly became faster and
longer as she started to enjoy the feeling more and more. In just a
couple of minutes, she was sliding herself along nearly half my penis
with considerable enthusiasm.

I have to admit that I was still more than a little bit surprised that
she not only had the desire for us to make love again, but the
ability, too. But that surprised didn't even begin to get in the way
of my enjoyment at feeling her tight sheath sliding up and down on my
manhood. When I looked down to where we were coupled, I was fascinated
by the sight of my cock (shiny with her oils) disappearing into her,
only to see it bracketed by her inner lips as it reappeared. It was
only after I'd watched a few cycles of that memorable sight that I
thought to get Karen's attention, and tell her "If you'll lean forward
and arch your back, you should be able to see something I think you'll
like."

She did as I suggested, and then lowered her head to see what I was
looking at; a second later, I heard her gasp before softly saying "It...
it looks so sexy... and I can see it while I'm feeling it, too...",
followed by a heartfelt moan. Both of us watched as she slowly lifted
herself almost 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?"

"Okay, sweetheart." I answered, smiling back at her. She leaned
forward to give me a tender kiss on the lips before standing up again
and saying "Now, I think it's time we got dressed and went upstairs --
we're already late for breakfast!"

I stood up, and Karen took my hand and led the way to where we'd left
our clothes. Once both of us were dressed, she held hands with me
again as we made our way upstairs. There, we found that we'd almost
missed breakfast completely, and making me think that we'd have to
take care of fixing our own. Except that after Teresa glanced at
Karen, then looked at her again more closely, she asked the youngster
"Are you okay, honey?"

I could see a certain serenity on Karen's face as she answered "I'm fine, Mom."

Seeing the expression on her daughter's face, Teresa looked at me
next, her eyes telling me she was grateful that I'd been caring enough
to leave Karen as happy and content as she obviously was -- along with
something else that I couldn't quite figure out. Telling Karen and me
"You two sit down, and I'll fix you something.", she got up and made
her way toward the kitchen. When I looked at Donna and Wendy, I could
see that both of them knew that something special had happened, but
didn't have a clue as to what it could be. But both were too polite to
inquire about it directly, and simply did their best to set it aside
and make conversation with me and Karen. A couple minutes later,
Teresa was back with more of the waffles that they'd all been having.
From there, breakfast went pretty much as it usually did.

Teresa and I were in the living room after breakfast when she told me
"Ted, I know you and Karen have been... intimate. Even more than before,
I mean. She talked to me about it a little bit before, so I know it
wasn't your idea; and I just want to say that I'm glad you were able
to make her first time as good and easy as you obviously did. It's
something that had to happen sooner or later, and I knew that you'd be
as patient and gentle with her as she needed. I wish to hell I'd felt
like that after my first time!"

I didn't say anything, and Teresa went on to say "Anyway, thank you
for making her as happy as you did. I don't think for a moment that'll
be the only time she wants to be with you like that, so I want to make
sure you know that I don't mind. I told you I trusted you about things
like that, and I just have to look at Karen this morning to see that I
was right. If, or when, Donna or Wendy come to you... well, I know
you'll be just as careful with them -- so don't worry about me."

"I'm not looking for any of this to happen", I told her -- "I know
that, Ted." -- "but if things get to that point, then I promise to do
my best for them."

"I know that, too.", she answered with a smile.

Any further conversation was interrupted by the appearance of the
girls, who wanted to watch Saturday morning cartoons. After directing
me to lean back against the arm of the couch, Karen parked herself in
my lap; when I'd put my arms around her, she leaned back against me
and rested her arms on mine before releasing a small sigh of
happiness. Neither Donna nor Wendy gave any indication that they were
put out by what Karen had done; both seemed to figure that it was
simply a continuation of whatever specialness that was going on with
their sister and me.

After that morning, Karen didn't act as though she had any special
rights or privileges that her sisters didn't; and I continued to treat
her the same as I did them -- except when we were alone.

Donna and Wendy both continued to come down to visit for an evening,
or spend the night with me, and they were always welcome. When Karen
came down, I was just as glad to gently molest her as I was her
sisters; if she spent the night with me, it was her choice as to
whether or not we made love. I wasn't reluctant to try and initiate
things, but if she indicated she didn't want to for any reason, then I
certainly didn't press the matter. Other times, it would be all I
could do not to have her all but dragging me to bed for a bout of
intense fornication. Either way, I loved her and her sisters with all
my heart.

It was several weeks later, and Teresa had been asked to go in on a
Saturday to help with a big project -- something important enough that
she told me not to expect her until after supper. That left me pulling
duty as Authority Figure for the day, which was fine.

Wendy had gone off to visit one of her friends that had gotten a new
stereo for her birthday, which left me and the two older girls in the
house. They spent a couple of hours with me in the living room, then
went back to their bedrooms when I said I wanted to watch sports. When
the game I'd been watching ended, I went back to see how they were
doing; I checked Karen's room first, and found it empty. After I'd
knocked, then opened Donna's door, I was greeted by the sight of the
two of them naked on Donna's bed -- and engaged in an intense session
of "69". I quickly closed the door as quietly as I could, then went
back into the living room, where the memory of the sight of the two of
them pleasuring each other soon had me sporting an erection. Try as I
might, I couldn't get the image of them out of my mind, and was
starting to give some thought to perhaps relieving my desires myself
when both of them came walking into the living room, stark naked.

When I raised an eyebrow at them, it was Donna that asked "Uncle Ted...
did... did you look in my room a little while ago?"

"Yes. I just wanted to see how you and Karen were doing, was all. I
saw you were busy" -- both blushed faintly at that -- "so I closed the
door again. Why? Did I disturb you?"

After they'd taken seats, Karen asked "You... you don't think we were
doing anything wrong?"

"No, not at all. Didn't I just ask if I disturbed you? Don't you think
if I thought you were doing anything wrong, I would have said
something when I saw you?"

They looked at each other for a few moments before Karen told me
"Well, Mom didn't really talk to us about stuff like that. I mean, she
told us about guys and everything, but not about being with another
girl; and both of us have heard other people talk about it, and most
of the time, it sounds like they think it's bad, somehow."

"I don't doubt that it sounded like that to you, but I don't agree. I
think that most of the time, when you hear someone talking that way,
it's because they're afraid inside, or because they somehow think that
they have the right to try and tell other people how to live. There
are probably a lot more like me that think that whatever two people
want to do together is their business, and nobody elses. I didn't see
either one of you holding a gun or anything, so I don't think either
one of you was forcing the other one. If both of you were there
because you wanted to be, then there's nothing for me to say about
it."

"Then it didn't gross you out, or bother you, or anything?", Donna asked.

I had to smile as I answered "No, none of that. In fact, I thought it
looked pretty sexy."

Both of them were plainly baffled when Donna asked "You thought it
looked sexy? Why?"

"I think that watching two women making love is something that a lot
of guys think is sexy. I don't think that I can really explain it,
except maybe to say that when it's two women together, they're doing
what WE'D like to do -- only there's twice as much of it. That, and we
like to think that a woman is really excited when we're with her, and
when it's two women together, then we know that they ARE excited,
because they wouldn't be doing what they are if they weren't."

Karen was the one to ask the obvious question "Did you think WE were
sexy like that? You liked watching US?"

"Yes, I did. I've told both of you that I think you're sexy by
yourselves; why wouldn't I think that you were even sexier when you're
together like that?"

Donna wanted to know "Did... did seeing us make you excited?"

Once again, my commitment to being truthful and honest with them was
biting me on the ass; there wasn't anything for me to do but answer
"Yes, it did."

To my surprise, I saw two pairs of nipples begin to erect before the
two of them exchanged another look. When both were facing me again,
Karen asked "Would you like to watch us? And... and maybe even do things
with us? Both of us, at the same time, I mean?"

Golly-gee willikers, now there was a question I never thought I'd hear
-- did I want to watch two nubile young women getting each other off,
with the option of joining in?

I (barely) managed to contain my enthusiasm as I answered "If you
really don't mind, I'd like that very much. Watching you, and doing
things with both of you, too."

The two of them were clearly pleased to hear my answer before Donna
stood up, followed by Karen doing the same. It took me a moment
longer, and both girls saw by the tenting of my pants that I'd been
telling the truth about liking what I'd seen. Both gave me a happy
smile before each took one of my hands and got us moving down the
hall. When we got into Donna's room, I could still smell the delicious
aroma of aroused female, and felt myself get a little harder in
response. They quietly guided me to sit in Donna's chair, then both
calmly got onto the bed. Kneeling, the first thing they did was to
give each other a kiss as they held hands. Even from where I was
sitting, it was clear as could be that the touch of their lips to each
other was as tender and loving as anything I'd ever seen. Several more
kisses followed, each a bit longer than the one before -- and more
involved. Their lips were still touching when Karen raised her hand to
cup Donna's breast; Donna responded by putting her hand over one of
Karen's. As their kiss continued, I watched as each of them gently
caressed the others breast, teasing the nipple under her touch into
increasing erectness.

Donna was the one to end their kiss -- but only so she could start
applying her lips to other parts of her sister, slowly moving lower
and lower on Karen's body. When she fastened her lips around one of
Karen's nipples, the younger girl moaned softly as she began caressing
Donna's hair. Donna wasn't content to simply suckle at her sibling's
mammary; her hand was also caressing Karen's cute butt, and branching
out to include the insides of Karen's thighs. When Donna shifted her
attention to Karen's other breast, she also started to focus her
efforts on Karen's mound; it took less than a minute for me to notice
an increase in the scent of female desire.

A couple of minutes later, I watched as Karen gently guided Donna back
up so the two of them could exchange a number of kisses before Karen
began her own oral explorations.

There were a couple of times that I had to remind myself to breathe as
I watched Karen return the pleasures she'd gotten from her older
sister, and get the same results. I could only watch, fascinated, as
Karen brought Donna to the same level of arousal as herself.

The last thing I wanted to do just then was disturb them in any way --
it was simply too amazing to watch how they were with each other, and
witness two such lovely young women giving each other pleasure. I just
sat there in Donna's chair, not daring to move for fear of breaking
the spell that was developing between them. Even as the contents of my
pants was growing, so was the love that I felt for them in my heart;
the depth of their obvious love and affection for each other only made
me love them that much more.

Eventually, Donna patiently guided her sister upright again, and the
two of them once again shared several soft and loving kisses before
they moved to lay down. I found myself holding my breath as I watched
Donna move over her sister, and slowly kiss her way down Karen's body
while Karen raised her knees and opened her legs in anticipation of
where the older girl was headed. I knew when Donna made contact with
Karen's sex by the way Karen's hips lifted off the bed, accompanied by
her deep moan of pleasure. As much as I wanted to be able to see
exactly what Donna was doing (so I could learn to do it, too!), I was
loathe to risk any noise or movement that might distract or disturb
them. Instead, I had to sit as patiently as I could, watching and
listening as Donna applied herself toward pleasuring her sister while
Karen played with her own breasts.

I don't think that Donna tried to do anything to slow down or speed up
how soon Karen climaxed; she simply seemed to want to make her sister
feel good, and tried to make it happen -- which it did a few minutes
later when I saw Karen freeze for a couple of seconds before releasing
a deep groan of pleasure. Donna appeared to find the taste of her
sibling as enjoyable as I did, because she apparently kept her tongue
and/or lips busy even as Karen spasmed several more times. Only when
the younger girl was laying there gasping did Donna lift her head from
between Karen's thighs; after licking her lips, she moved to lay over
her sister. When Karen had gotten her breathing under control, she
didn't hesitate to pull Donna's head down for a kiss that quickly
escalated to the two of them trying to lick each others tonsils before
it ended.

Karen then wrapped her arms around Donna, and rolled the two of them
over so that Donna was on her back on the bed; from there, Karen soon
had her lips fastened on one of Donna's breasts. When she let it slip
from between her lips, I could see that Karen had brought Donna's
areola and nipple to lovely shiny points; she then proceeded to
perform the same service to the other.

Then it was time for her to work her way down Donna's body -- except
that instead of simply kissing her older sister, Karen was softly
licking, and using her lips to bite the surface of Donna's belly, then
abdomen. Donna, too, lifted her knees and opened herself to her
sister, and welcomed the first contact of Karen's tongue on her
womanhood. I think that it took a little longer before Donna had her
own orgasm, but I can't be sure -- the truth of the matter is that I
was so engrossed with watching them that I completely lost any sense
of time. What I do know is that Karen didn't bother licking her lips;
she went straight to getting herself over Donna, and the two of them
once again quickly progressed from a brief, gentle kiss to their
tongues dueling in each others mouths. Only after that kiss ended, and
they'd shared a couple tamer ones, did they seem to remember that
they'd had an audience.

First Karen, then Donna, looked over at me -- plainly waiting to see
what my reaction would be to what I'd seen. It took me only a moment
to tell them "That was the sexiest, most lovely thing I think I'll
ever see. It was obvious how much you love each other, and that you
were both trying to make the other one happy. Thank you, both of you,
for letting me watch that."

From the expressions on their faces, I knew that I'd not only
reassured them that what they were doing was okay, but that I'd
pleased them by letting them know that they'd pleased ME.

It was Karen that told me "It would be okay with me if you wanted to
get naked and get in bed with us, Uncle Ted.", quickly followed by
Donna's assurance "Me, too!"

It was invitation enough for me to stand up and start shedding my
clothes. Both girls were amused when there was a brief struggle (har!)
as I tried to get my shorts past my erection; once I'd accomplished
that, I was laying next to them in a matter of just a couple of
seconds.

A little bashfully, Donna said "Karen told me that she gave you her
virginity. If... if it's okay, I'd like to see... you know, what it looks
like when you're having sex."

I looked at Karen, and with minute nod of her head, she let me know
that she was agreeable -- leaving the final decision up to me. I'll
confess to being a little intimidated at the idea of being watched
while I had sex; but I was also more than a little aroused by it, too.
It took only a moment for me to answer "If you want to watch, then
it's okay with me... you can even help get both of us ready, if you
want."

When Donna looked at her, Karen told her "It's easier for him to get
inside me if both of us are wet -- like with saliva."

That was all Donna needed to hear, and she quickly told Karen "Why
don't you lay on HIM, then, so I can do both of you?"

Karen smiled, and was soon laying on top of me, straddling my hips; a
few seconds later, Donna was kneeling between my thighs. She proved to
be an excellent "helper" -- she was more than willing to get Karen
aroused again while keeping ME stimulated along the way.

When Karen was ready (well after I was!), she raised herself over me
and started to reach between us. Before she could get her hand on my
erection, I heard Donna tentatively ask "Can I hold him for you? So I
can see what it's like from the beginning?"

Karen didn't say anything, and just pulled her hand back; a moment
later, I felt Donna's cool hand wrapped around me. I felt Donna take
the head of my cock in her mouth for a few seconds, the pull her head
back, followed by her telling Karen "Okay, you can go now -- I just
made sure he's wet, too..."

Smiling down at me, Karen lifted herself enough for Donna to get me
into position at the entrance to her vagina. Slowly, knowing that
Donna was watching, Karen began to lower herself onto me. Her arousal,
and the coating of saliva that Donna had left on me, made it fairly
easy for Karen to get the head of my erection through the tight ring
of her opening -- accompanied by Donna's gasp at watching it happen.
When Karen had settled herself onto me far enough, I felt Donna
release her grip on my erect penis; but she never moved from where she
was, watching as more and more of my manhood disappeared into her
younger sister. Only when the last of my penis had disappeared into
Karen did Donna say anything; even then, all I heard was a soft "Oh,
god, that was so sexy!"

Karen held herself still on me for a few seconds, then slowly lifted
herself up again so that Donna could see what it looked like when my
penis was sliding back out; both of us smiled when we heard Donna's
soft moan of arousal -- plainly, she'd found the sight as exciting as
we had.

Donna stayed between my legs as Karen gradually increased her
movements on my cock; though she didn't make any more comments or
noise, I was fully aware that she was there, just as I'm sure Karen
was. As stimulating as it was for me to know that Donna was watching
Karen slide herself up and down my manhood, I know that it had an even
greater impact on Karen, who was easily as warm and wet inside as
she'd ever been when she was alone with me, and moving herself farther
on my cock than she usually did. She was also more responsive to my
touches on her breasts, and ass, and body; it didn't take but a few
minutes for her to have her first small orgasm.

As Karen was getting her breath back, I told her sister "Donna, if you
want, there's a way that I can make you feel good, too, while you help
Karen."

I could hear the eagerness in Donna's voice when she responded "How?
Never mind... just tell me what I need to do!"

"If you'll move up here so that I can use my mouth on you, then you
can lay on top of me; if Karen leans back, then you can use your mouth
on HER."

I'd barely gotten the words out of my mouth before Donna was moving
toward my head; a few seconds more, and she'd gotten herself
positioned over my face. Karen sat up, then leaned back to support
herself on her arms, which left room for Donna to lay on top of me and
get her head between her sister's thighs. Before Karen could start
moving on me again, I arched my hips up, filling her with my cock even
as Donna was starting to use her tongue on Karen's erect clitoris.
Lifting my head, I was able to slip my tongue between the folds of
Donna's labia, where I found that she was practically leaking her
essence, she was so aroused. When I started to delicately lap them up,
I ran my tongue across Donna's clitoris a few times, and heard her
release a deep groan of pleasure.

For the next several minutes, I was in a position that I'd never even
thought I'd be in -- one of my nieces on my face, while she ate the
sister I was slowly fucking. All three of us had not just one, but two
sources of pleasure, by virtue of being "connected" to the other two --
and it wasn't long before it was clear that each of them found it as
enjoyable and arousing as I did.

As Donna continued to use her tongue and mouth on her sister, Karen's
excitement increased quickly and dramatically -- and the feeling of her
vagina as I repeatedly thrust up into her improved, as well. I knew
that I wasn't going to be able to hold out when she finally climaxed;
the increasing intensity and duration of the fluttering of her pussy
as she got closer and closer to that point were simply too much.

Despite the fact that Donna would interrupt her activities with her
sister so that she could use her tongue on my penis didn't help -- me
or Karen, either one. If anything, it only got me going even more,
knowing that Donna was getting Karen's taste off of MY cock. It
apparently had a similar effect on Donna, as evidenced by the
frequency at which she did it; I got the additional benefit of a
nearly constant flow of Donna's juices to please my taste buds.

Between the feeling of my man's erection moving in her
barely-pubescent vagina, and the attention her older sister was paying
to her clitoris, Karen didn't have any problem reaching a climax... a
strong one.

I didn't get more than a couple more strokes into her before the
dramatically increased tightness of her warm, wet vagina was enough to
push ME over the edge, too; with a deep groan, I filled her with my
manhood one last time before the first spray of semen erupted out of
me -- prompting her to call out "That's it, Uncle Ted! Cum in me!" as
she tightened around me even more; a command that I was already
complying with, and quite enthusiastically.

When the last drop of cum had dribbled out the end of my cock, I
realized that I still had Donna's cute and tasty pussy in front of me...
and readily went back to trying to get HER off, too, even as Karen's
vagina tried to milk my cock for whatever it could get out of me.

Karen didn't wait for my penis to shrink very much before she pulled
herself off of it; after she moved to rest on her back and lift her
ass off of me, I heard her tell Donna "Clean Uncle Ted off, then you
can do me...".

Not more than a couple of seconds later, Donna was using her talented
mouth and tongue to clean my manhood of the combination of my semen
and Karen's juices -- thoroughly, and with considerable enthusiasm.
Much sooner than I would have liked, she'd gotten every trace of my
cum or her sister's oils; I could feel it when she lifted her head,
and Karen edged a bit closer and raised up again so that it was easier
for Donna to begin performing a similar service on her.

With nothing else to concern myself with, I began to apply myself to
making sure that Donna wasn't any less satisfied than Karen or I had
been. I still wasn't about to tease her into anything too severe, but
that didn't mean that I couldn't make it damn good for her. I knew
that I was having the desired effect when Donna began having to stop
vacuuming her sister's pussy so that she could release increasingly
louder and more passionate moans as she began to press her pelvis down
onto my mouth and tongue.

Karen finally pulled herself away from Donna's face, and lay down
between my legs, with her legs draped over mine. With nothing to
distract her from what I was doing between her legs, it wasn't but
another minute or so until I was able to give Donna the kind of
pleasure she'd brought me and her sister. While I refrained from
making it as intense as it could have been, I didn't skimp on trying
to make it last as long as I could, by alternating between gently
massaging her clitoris and trying to see if I could get my tongue
through the then-minuscule opening to her vagina. When her release was
over, Donna managed a barely-controlled collapse that ended with her
laying on top of me as she panted for breath.

It wasn't long after that that I heard Karen's voice say "No, you
don't have to go. Come on in, if you want."

I couldn't figure who she was talking to until I saw an awed Wendy
hesitantly come in and take a seat on Donna's chair, where she just
sat, practically staring at all of us.

My first thought was "Oh, crap..."; shortly followed by remembering that
there wasn't anything that I needed to worry about, or be afraid of.
Still, I had considerable interest in finding out what Wendy thought
of what we'd done (or, at least, however much of it she'd seen).

Karen was the first to move by sitting up and getting her legs back
underneath herself. Seeing that Donna was laying on me, Karen moved to
sit by my hip and asked me "Would you like some help getting her off
of you, Uncle Ted?"

"Thanks, Karen, I would.", I answered.

Donna was able to provide a little more than token assistance in
helping Karen and me get her sitting up next to me; then when I'd
moved to sit up and lean against the headboard, we got Donna next to
me where I could help hold her up. That done, Karen didn't hesitate to
sit astraddle my lap and lean back against my chest, where she pulled
my other arm around her waist. All three of us simply looked back at
Wendy for a few moments before Karen told Donna and me "I thought I
heard a noise, and when I looked, Wendy was standing in the doorway
looking at us. She started to leave, but I told her it was okay to
come in." Following that, Karen asked her younger sister "How long
were you there, Wen?"

I could see Wendy blushing slightly as she answered "Uh... since before
you had an orgasm. You know, when Uncle Ted's penis was in you."

"So you saw pretty much everything?", Donna asked.

Wendy nodded, blushed again, and answered "Um, yeah... even that you...
you were using your mouth on Karen, and that Uncle Ted was doing it to
you."

"What do you think about that?", I had to ask. "Did you think it was
scary, or silly, or what?"

Wide-eyed, Wendy answered "At first I thought it looked kinda scary.
But then I remembered that I came to see what was going on because of
the funny noises, and decided that it sounded more like you were, um,
feeling good than being hurt, and I stopped being scared. I... I never
thought about anyone using their mouth like Donna and Uncle Ted were
doing, but when I started thinking that it... it looked like it probably
felt REAL good. I didn't know that Uncle Ted and Karen were having
sex, and I was really surprised to see that he could even fit in her,
but it sure looked like she liked it. I've been touching myself, you
know, and even had orgasms -- but I don't think they've been anything
like what it looked like what happened with Karen and Donna!"

Karen answered first by telling Wendy "I did like it when Uncle Ted
was in me -- it makes me feel I found something I didn't know I was
missing before, and I think it feels real good. But you're right about
how big he is, and I don't think it would be a good idea if you tried
to do anything like that, 'cause it would probably hurt you."

Wendy hastened to say "Oh, no, I know I'm not ready for anything like
THAT, yet! Not for a long time!"

Donna spoke up then, to tell her youngest sister "What I was doing to
Karen, and Uncle Ted was doing to me, that DOES feel real good. You
saw me doing it to Karen, but she'd done it to me, too, and Uncle Ted
has done it to both of us. This was the first time that it's been all
three of us together like this, and we all just wanted to make each
other feel good. I'm not ready to have Uncle Ted in me like that yet,
either, so don't feel like you're being left out or anything. Like Mom
says, YOU have to decide when the time is right; Karen and me, we
aren't going to do or say anything to make you feel like you have to
do anything you don't want to -- and I know Uncle Ted wouldn't let you
do anything that would hurt you, anyway. If you want to do other
things, like what you saw me doing with Karen, or touching each other,
or stuff like that, that's okay. I... I think I'd like that, even."

Wendy's expression only got even MORE surprised when Karen added
"Yeah, I think I'd like to do stuff like that with you, too, Wen."

After a few seconds of looking back and forth between her two sisters,
Wendy finally turned her attention to me. I simply told her "If you
want to do things with your sisters, that's up to you. I don't think
there's anything wrong with it as long as you're doing it because you
want to, and nobody's getting hurt. If there's anything you want to do
with ME, it's up to you, just like I've told you before -- and I am
most definitely not going to do anything to hurt you, or let you GET
hurt."

Wendy was silent for a few moments before she finally told her sisters
"Um... yeah, I... I think I'd like to find out what that's like. Being
with another girl, and, uh, doing stuff with her."

"Wen, if you want, it would be okay with me if... if you wanted to join
us. We could, you know, maybe start by letting you find out what it's
like when someone uses their mouth on you; and then, if you wanted,
you could do the same thing to me. I mean, if you want to. Or later is
okay, too, if that's better.", Donna told her.

In front of me, Karen nodded her head that it was okay with her for
Wendy to join us; when Wendy looked at me, I just smiled my agreement.
She considered it for just a couple of seconds before standing up and
calmly taking her clothes off; once she was naked, she quickly joined
the three of us on the bed. Donna opened her legs to make room, and
then patted the bed for Wendy to sit in front of her. The youngster
did just that, and had barely gotten her little butt settled before
Donna, then Karen, each kissed her. When she turned to look and see
what I thought of what they'd done, I simply leaned forward enough to
kiss her, too. Satisfied that everything was okay, Wendy wasn't
reluctant to lean back and let Donna hold her. The next little while,
Karen and Donna (and to a much lesser extent, me) answered whatever
questions Wendy had, and explained different things to her. As they
talked, Karen would softly caress the insides of Wendy's thighs; and
Donna would occasionally cup Wendy's developing breasts, and gently
play with them.

It was probably close to an hour after Wendy got on the bed with us
that she turned to Donna and said "I... I'm ready to find out what it
feels like for someone to use their mouth on me. If you still want
to...".

Karen spoke first, saying "If she doesn't, I will... you're real cute
and sexy, Wen."

Donna smiled, and told Wendy "You'll have to wait til next time to
find out how good she is. I DO still want to find out what you taste
like... a lot!"

Wendy smiled shyly, and asked "What do I have to do?"

Donna laughed before answering "Just lay back and enjoy it as much as
I will!", drawing a laugh from her sister.

A short time later, Wendy was stretched out nearby, her knees pulled
up and Donna between her spread legs, the two of them kissing and
caressing each other. As Karen and I watched, the two of them got each
other aroused before Donna started working her way down Wendy's body.
Shortly after her head disappeared between Wendy's thighs, the younger
girl gasped as she arched her pelvis up in response to what Donna had
just done to/with her. Over the course of the next several minutes,
Karen and I could tell that Donna was doing a fine job of introducing
her sister to the pleasures to be found from receiving oral sex.

But it was after Donna reached up so that she could get her hands on
Wendy's breasts, too, that the youngster really began to enjoy Donna's
efforts. It took only a few more minutes before it was clear that
Wendy was well on the way toward having one of the strongest orgasms
of her young life: she was gasping and moaning and panting and all but
writhing on the bed.

Several minutes later, it happened. With a loud cry of release,
Wendy's body arched up off the bed as her barely-pubescent body was
overwhelmed by the pleasure of what Donna had done to her. Only after
the first couple of spasms of her orgasm had coursed through her did
Wendy's body fall back to the bed, where she was frozen in place
several more times before her climax began to taper off. It wasn't
until Wendy could only lay there and pant did Donna's head reappear
from between her sisters thighs; when she turned to look at us with a
self-satisfied grin, Karen and I could see that Donna glistened from
mouth to chin from the overflow of Wendy's essence that she hadn't
consumed.

It was Karen that suggested to her "You should probably hold her while
she gets herself together again."

Apparently remembering how she'd felt after I'd done something similar
to her, Donna nodded and quickly moved to lay next to her sister
before taking the younger girl in her arms. As Wendy's breathing
returned to normal, Donna gave her a number of small, soft kisses --
not just on the cheek, but on the ear, and even lips.

A few minutes went by before I heard Wendy softly say "I thought the
orgasms I gave myself were good... but that...!"

"It wasn't too much?", Donna asked, solicitously.

"Not even!", Wendy answered. "I could tell you were trying to make it
bigger and better, and I wanted to see if it could be -- and it was!"

The two of them lay there for a few seconds before Wendy asked Donna
"Is... is it like that for you? When someone does that to you?"

Donna smiled before answering "Yeah, usually. Sometimes, Karen or
Uncle Ted just want to make me happy, so it isn't so much then. The
first time Uncle Ted did that to me, it actually kinda scared me, it
was so much; but since then, he hasn't done anything like that -- he
just makes me feel so good."

Karen spoke up, telling her sister "It's usually like that for me,
too, when Donna or Uncle Ted do that. But like Donna said, sometimes
they just want to make me feel good, and it isn't so much, then. If
you want to do that, then it won't take you long to learn how to make
me or Donna feel like that, too."

From the expression on Wendy's face, I could tell that she was stunned
by the idea that she could learn how to give her sisters the kind of
orgasm that she'd just been through... and more than a little entranced
by the idea, too. But first, she had to get herself back together; she
was visibly tired from the experience, and still hadn't quite gotten
her breath back completely.

It took only a few more minutes before Wendy apparently felt recovered
enough to try and return the favor Donna had done her. Rolling onto
her side so that she was facing the older girl, Wendy looked into
Donna's eyes and said "Would it be okay if I did that for you now? I
know I won't be as good at it as you, but I'll do the best I can..."

Holding Wendy close, Donna rolled onto her back, pulling the younger
girl on top of her before answering "Of course it would be okay, Wen.
And don't worry about how good you are; I know you love me, and you'll
be making me feel good, and that's all that really matters -- okay?"

Pleased, Wendy nodded before Donna pulled her head down so the two of
them could exchange a number of small, soft kisses. As they kissed,
Wendy began running her hands over her sister's body -- paying
particular attention to Donna's larger breasts. Over the course of the
next several minutes, Wendy learned how to pleasure her oldest sister
with her hands; then she decided it was time to do the same with her
lips. After she'd nursed at Donna's breasts long enough to bring both
of them to erectness, she began licking her way down the older girl's
body. When she got to Donna's pale forest, I could see that she was
delighted by how soft it was; but I knew she also had to be able to
smell Donna's excitement even better than I could, and that was enough
to draw her head even lower.

I watched as Wendy took a few seconds to really see what Donna looked
like between her legs before slowly lowering her head as she began to
extend her tongue. Because of Donna's raised knees, I couldn't see how
Wendy made contact, but WHEN it happened was signalled by Donna's soft
gasp of pleasure.

As Wendy began to learn how to pleasure another girl, Donna gently
guided her, and offered helpful suggestions -- "Yeah, there is good"
and "You can do that a little harder, if you want" and "That's nice,
but it would be better if you did that a little faster" were just some
of the things I heard her say.

Wendy was apparently a quick and attentive student, since there
weren't that many things Donna had to tell her; sooner than I would
have thought, Wendy had gotten the older girl to the point that I
doubt she could have said much, anyway -- she was simply too busy
moaning and gasping.

Though it took her longer, and the results weren't as dramatic, there
wasn't any doubt when Wendy finally managed to bring Donna to an
orgasm. When she pulled her head from the older girl's thighs, Wendy
looked inordinately pleased with herself as she moved to lay next to
Donna, and hold her. Naturally, Donna recovered more quickly, but
wasn't any less appreciative of what Wendy had done than she'd been of
Karen's (or my) efforts. She didn't hesitate to hug Wendy close, and
kiss her, before telling her "Thanks, Wen... that was really nice."
Wendy looked pleased as she could be at hearing that she'd made her
sister happy.

It had been long enough for me to be able to respond to the incredibly
erotic show that Donna and Wendy had just given Karen and me. I knew
Karen could feel my reaction because she was slowly twisting her body
in front of me so that she was rubbing the head of my semi-erect
penis.

After giving me a mischievous glance over her shoulder, Karen told her
sister "Wen, it isn't just girls that you can use your mouth on. Donna
and I have both done that for Uncle Ted, too. Do you want to see how
that works? And if you want to, you can even try it, too, a little bit
-- but I should probably be the one to finish him, so I can show you
what happens. Would you like that?"

I saw two pairs of nipples erect before Wendy licked her lips and
answered "Um, yeah, I would. Seeing how you do that, and... and maybe
trying it."

As Karen got up to sit next to me, Wendy moved to take a position on
the opposite side; then Karen had me slide down so that I could lay
flat on the bed. With me in position, and Wendy paying rapt attention,
Karen graced me with a smile before leaning over and taking my
semi-erect cock in her mouth. It didn't take her but a very few
minutes (damn she was good, even at fourteen!) to get me almost
completely erect before letting me slip from between her lips. Looking
up at Wendy, Karen explained "His penis doesn't really have much of a
taste -- it's more like just like when you lick someones clean skin.
Unless he's been doing things, of course! Then he'll taste like
wherever his penis has been -- if it's inside me, he'll taste like me;
if one of us has used our mouth on him, then he'll just taste like his
semen. That's kind of thick, and tastes a little bit salty; I really
like it, but Donna says she doesn't like it as much as I do, but
she'll still let him climax in her mouth. When he does that, his semen
-- his juice -- squirts out the end, usually pretty hard, unless he's
already had a climax not long before. There isn't a lot of it, really,
but it sure seems like there is, most of the time. When I finish him,
I usually keep my mouth on him so that I can swallow all of his juice
-- but this time, I'll take my mouth off right before so you can see
what happens. When you know he's getting close, you can hold his
testicles in your hand; when you feel them pull up next to his body,
he's close, and when you feel him suddenly get harder, that's when
it's going to happen -- just so you know. He still isn't completely
hard, but I wanted to let you know this other stuff before I got too
busy. I'll be doing stuff that I know Uncle Ted likes, but what you
can do is just try different things and see what a guy likes -- sucking
on him, using your tongue in different ways and on different places,
even maybe carefully using your teeth. But generally, you don't want
to let your teeth touch him, and it's better and easier if you leave
some of your spit on him; it keeps things slippery, and makes
everything feel better for him. You'll see me use my hand on him, too...
that's called 'jacking him off'; if you do that until he climaxes,
it's called a 'hand job'. Using your mouth on him is called a
'blowjob' -- I don't know why, since you suck, not blow. Anyway, I like
to make him climax like this, so I'm telling you all of this now so I
don't have to stop and explain things while I'm doing it. Just let me
know when you think you want to try it."

Wendy nodded her understanding and agreement, and Karen got her lips
wrapped around me again. A couple more minutes, and I was fully erect
as she slowly bobbed her head up and down on my manhood.

I think (hope!) that Karen was just "killing time" until Wendy was
ready to have a try; she was doing an exemplary job of making sure I
stayed hard while showing her younger sister some of the more obvious
things she could do -- treating my erect cock as though it were an ice
cream cone and trying to lick me to death; trying to get her lips
wrapped around me from the side, and sucking on me that way; slowly
bobbing her head up and down as she clamped her lips around me; even
"just" sucking on the head of my cock while she leisurely jacked me
off. As she shifted from one thing to another, Karen would pause long
enough to briefly let Wendy know what she was going to do.

I had to watch as Karen demonstrated fellatio to her younger sister,
just as I had to look at Wendy several times to see what SHE thought
of what Karen was doing. In the latter case, it was pretty clear that
she found the sight arousing -- she'd developed a faint flush, her
nipples had erected, and she was breathing in little pants. I could
also detect an aroma that was different than Donna's or Karen's -- and
hoped that I could sample it myself, one day.

Watching the two of them while being the recipient of Karen's
considerable oral talents was beginning to have an effect on me when I
saw Wendy lean forward, then heard her say "If... if it's okay, I'd like
to try now..."

If it could have, my cock would have gotten even harder at the idea of
the last and prettiest of my nieces taking my erection in her mouth;
but Karen had already gotten me as hard as I could get. Karen didn't
hesitate even a moment to pull her mouth off of me and tell her sister
"Go ahead. I know you'll do okay, and when he gets close, I'll let you
know so I can finish him."

With that, I watched as little Wendy leaned over, and after giving me
a smile, opened her mouth and took the head of my manhood between her
lips. That first image of Wendy with her lips wrapped around me is one
that will stay with me forever.

For several seconds, Wendy just held me in her mouth, as though she
were simply verifying what Karen had told her about my cock not having
much of a taste. When she was satisfied that I didn't, she slowly and
carefully began trying to duplicate the things that Karen had done --
something that proved to be exquisite torture. With the benefit of the
things she'd heard from Karen, Wendy had some idea of how to please me
-- but without any actual prior experience, her actions weren't really
enough to stimulate me all that much.

At least, not in the beginning. But after several minutes of trying
different things, she began to get a fairly good idea of what she
could do, and how, to please me the most. And as she began to get the
desired results, her skills quickly increased, as did her enthusiasm.
When I spared a glance at Karen, I could see from the expression on
her face that she was amused and pleased that her younger sister was
having the impact on me that she was.

The sight of Wendy with my erection in her mouth proved to be even
more arousing than seeing Karen or Donna doing the same things; and
with the increasing talent she was demonstrating, Wendy was moving me
along rather nicely toward filling her greedy mouth with my cum.

But Karen was keeping a weather eye on things, and when I felt myself
hitting the "home stretch", Karen told her sister "You'd better let me
do it, now -- he's going to do it before long."

I could see the disappointment and regret on Wendy's face as she
pulled her mouth off of me, and sat up again; Karen quickly picked up
where Wendy had left off, which suited me just fine.

I'd closed my eyes so that I could focus on the feeling of my manhood
in Karen's warm mouth when I felt a small hand cup my balls; a second
later, another gently wrapped itself around the base of my penis. I
knew that both of Karen's hands were already on me, which meant that
it had to be Wendy with my scrotum and erection in her hands. That got
the idea into my head that I had one niece blowing me while the other
helped, and that was enough to really get me going. It couldn't have
been more than a minute before I felt myself get ready to spray the
ceiling with cum.

Even as I felt the first wad of jism start down my dick, Karen pulled
her head off -- leaving no place for my cum to go but damn near
straight up before coming back down to land almost in my belly button.
The next landed a bit farther up, since Wendy had let my cock tilt a
little. Then Karen wrapped her lips around me again, and the rest of
my semen bounced off of her tonsils; when my penis began to relax
again, Karen carefully milked the last few drops out of me with her
lips and swallowed before releasing me from her mouth. With a pleased
smile on her face, Karen told Wendy "If you want to know what his
stuff tastes like, you can get just a little bit of it on your
finger.", gesturing toward one of the couple of puddles decorating my
lower abdomen. Wendy removed her hand from my balls, and carefully
collected one of the bigger wads on one finger, then stuck it in her
mouth. It took just a second for her to get a happy expression on her
face, then a few more for her to suck her finger clean. Pulling it
out, she said to her sister "I... I like it. Kinda salty, like you said,
but good!"

After that, the two of them talked about what had happened when I'd
climaxed; Wendy was amazed at how hard I'd squirted before Karen
explained that that had been less forceful than usual. Then Karen had
to explain that the cum she'd let escape had been just a fraction of
the total -- something that Wendy found fascinating and impressive.

When I'd (mostly) recovered, I got myself seated and leaning back
against the headboard again; Wendy occupied my lap while Donna and
Karen nestled themselves into my sides while the three of us talked
about what all had happened that afternoon -- and what it meant for
them, and the different relationships between all of us. By the time
we got all of that worked it out, it was close to time for supper;
Karen and Donna were both insistent that I shower with Wendy, who was
more than pleased at the idea. Our cleanup was brief, but affectionate
and playful, none the less.

In the weeks that followed, I know that the girls all got together in
any and all combinations to pleasure themselves and each other. There
weren't any repeats of me joining them, despite the fact that I would
find them in various permutations every so often.

They also continued to come down to visit fairly often, and I was just
as willing to invite one (or even two, after that afternoon) to spend
the evening or night. If Teresa didn't know what was going on with all
of us (and between the girls, in particular), it was by willful
ignorance; she had no discernible reaction to the sight of me and one
or two of them turning up for breakfast after having spent the night
together. All of their grades in school remained good, and none of
them became any kind of discipline problem; if anything, their grades
and attitudes actually improved after that afternoon.

It was a Saturday evening, and Donna was downstairs with me; both of
us were naked, with her on my lap, and were tenderly molesting each
other every so often as we watched television. When they broke for
commercials, Donna asked me "Uncle Ted, would you do something for
me?"

Thinking she just needed something to do with school, I answered "If I
can, honey. What is it?"

"It's about sex, and I think I need to talk to you about it, first."

Thinking I knew what she wanted, I told her "Okay, go ahead."

She must have heard something in my tone, because she quickly told me
"I'm not thinking about not being a virgin any more, or anything like
that."

Confused, I asked "What is it, then?"

"I've heard about something, and I'm confused about it. When I hear
people talk about it, they usually make it sound like it's bad; but
other times, it sounds more like they think it's special, and good.
When I heard about it, I thought it sounded like maybe it could be
nice, and fun -- but the bad things I hear make me not sure what to
think about it. So I wanted to ask you if maybe you could help me with
it. I mean, I remember you telling me that it was up to me to think
about what I want, and to be sure of something before I do it, and all
that. And you've told me and Wendy and Karen that if two people are
doing something because BOTH of them want to, and they aren't hurting
anyone, then it there isn't anything for anyone else to say about it.
So I was hoping that maybe you would be willing to help me find out if
this thing that I heard about is maybe as good as I think it is."

I had no idea where she was going with all that when I asked her "How
do you want me to help you? And what with?"

"I want to find out what it's like to have sex... in my butt."

Stunned, it took several seconds before I was able to turn the TV off,
then get Donna turned around so that she was facing me so I could ask
"I'm not mad, or upset, or anything, but... why?"

The expression on her face told me that she was relieved I hadn't gone
off the deep end, but that she was still more than a little nervous as
she told me "Like I said, when I heard about it, I thought it sounded...
kind of sexy. I know it's not something most people do, and most of
the time, when I hear people talk about it, they say stuff like
someone got fucked in the ass -- and that makes it sound like it's bad.
But other times, I've heard someone say something else that makes it
sound a LOT nicer; and that's what has me confused. I think it's
something I'd like to try, but not if it's going to be bad. So I need
you to explain to me why it can sound both bad and good; and if I
decide that I really want to do it, if you would be the one to do that
with me."

Still trying to deal with the idea of my oldest niece asking me to
sodomize her, I dealt with her first request by telling her "It can
sound good and bad because it CAN be both. Which one it's like depends
on what the person is trying to make it like. When you hear someone
say that another person got fucked in the ass, they mean that that one
person was badly mistreated or cheated by someone else. Anal sex is
still kind of a big taboo for a lot of people, which is why you don't
hear about many people actually doing it; that's part of the reason
that just the idea of receiving anal sex is considered a bad thing.
Have you ever heard someone talk about something happening to someone
else, and hear them say something about Vaseline?"

She nodded, and I told her "Anal sex can be very painful if the two
people aren't very careful, and take their time about making it happen
-- a person's butt doesn't make any kind of lubrication like you do in
your vagina, so they almost always have to use something else. People
say Vaseline because almost everyone knows that it could be used for
something like anal sex; the whole thing together means that a person
figuratively had anal sex, but that whoever was doing it to them was
nice enough to make it easier and less painful than it COULD have
been. Other times, you might hear say something that would make it
even worse, like doing that with a sandpaper condom. You understand?"

She considered it for several seconds before answering "Yeah, I think
so. So most people talk about it like it's bad because of that taboo
thing, and I can understand that it wouldn't be fun if someone did
that when you didn't want them to. But it can be good if the two
people wanting to do it are extra nice about it... kind of like when you
had sex with Karen the first time, only more."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it.", I agreed.

"Then if I wanted to, would you do that with me? I know you'd be
extra-special nice about it, and I know you wouldn't hurt me that way,
and I really want to find out if it's as sexy as it sounds. So would
you help me with it, Uncle Ted?"

It was the damnedest thing I'd ever been asked, and left me with mixed
feelings -- as loathe as I was to do anything that would hurt her, the
idea of her giving me her anal virginity had its own distinct appeal...

Donna must have known that I needed a little time to consider what
she'd asked, since she sat quietly on my lap without saying a word as
I tried to decide how to respond to her request.

When I'd finally gotten things straight in my mind, I looked into her
eyes as I told her "You sound like you really do want to try it" -- "I
do!", she emphasized -- "and you also sound like you only want to do it
if it's going to feel good" -- she nodded her head that that was the
case -- "so I guess we can try it. But if it starts to hurt you, or
anything bad happens, we stop... right then. Right?"

"You bet, Uncle Ted! I really do think it sounds sexy, and I really do
want to try it -- but not if it's going to hurt. I know you'll be nice
about it, so if anything goes wrong, then I know that it's something I
shouldn't do, and we'll stop."

With that reassurance from her, I was considerably more at ease about
the two of us finding out if her anus could accept my man-sized erect
penis. Still looking into her eyes, I asked "You remember what I said
about your butt not making any kind of lubrication?" She nodded that
she did, and I asked her "Then you know we're going to need something
to make this as easy as we can for you. Do you have anything that you
think you'd like to use?"

Blushing faintly, she answered "When I started thinking about asking
you to do this with me, I, um, I remembered what I heard people say
about using Vaseline, and realized what they meant. I don't have
anything like that, but I thought that maybe the baby oil I use on my
skin would work -- wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I think that would be fine. Was there anything else that you
thought of?", I asked. Even though I liked the idea of getting my cock
between her cute little ass cheeks, I wanted to know if she'd thought
things through, too.

Her blush darkened before she answered "Um... I, uh... I'm... I'm empty --
you know, inside, so there won't be any, um, mess. And... and I figured
that if we could do that, then it would probably stretch me... you know,
there, kind of like what happened with Karen when she was with you the
first time. Except that because my butt isn't where I'd usually have
sex, it might, uh, bother me more... you know, afterwards. That's why I
wanted to try it on a weekend like this; I figured I'd be okay by the
time I had to go to school again on Monday, if that happened. And... and
I know that if we can do that, and you climax, then... then your stuff
will be inside me -- except that after we do that, I might not be able
to um, close myself all the way, and that your semen might... might leak
out of me. If that happens, I think I'll be embarrassed -- not about
you leaking out of me, but because I couldn't stop it from happening,
is all."

She'd pretty well deal with everything that I thought could or would
happen, so there really wasn't anything else for me to do but ask her
"I'm guessing you wanted us to do that tonight? Now?"

A trifle embarrassed, she answered "Well, yeah, if we can..." as I
watched her nipples erect slightly in anticipation.

"Did you bring the baby oil with you?", I asked.

"No. I wasn't sure that you'd actually say yes, and I didn't want to
seem like I was just assuming you'd do anything I want by bringing it
down. It's up in my room."

"Well, I did say yes, so I think you'll want to go get it, don't you?"

She nodded her head, but sat there for a couple of seconds before
realizing that nothing else was going to happen until we had some kind
of lube readily available. Blushing again, she quickly scooted herself
off my lap and headed for the stairs; as she hurried away, I couldn't
help looking at her tight little butt and thinking about what we would
be doing. So that I wouldn't frighten her or make her nervous by
having a raging hard-on when she got back, I managed to limit myself
to only getting semi-erect; when she got back downstairs with the
bottle, I saw her looking at me when she saw what state I was already
in.

Before she could sit in my lap again, I got out of the recliner and
went to stand in front of her. Gently taking her by the upper arms, I
told her "Donna, sweetheart, this is something really special -- not
just for you, but for me, too. You're offering to give me a very
special part of yourself, and I want you to know that I know how
special this is. You know I'm not going to hurry you, or do anything
to hurt you; but I want you to know that I'm not going to be angry or
upset or anything if you want us to stop... any time, for any reason, or
for NO reason. Even if you decide you don't want this to happen, it'll
be okay with me, because that last thing I'd ever want you to do is
something that would make you unhappy. So don't worry about ME, at
all. Just do what you think is right for YOU, and everything will turn
out all right... okay?"

Smiling, she nodded before telling me "I will, Uncle Ted. Thanks for
telling me all that, even though you didn't have to -- I already knew
that stuff."

With that, I tilted my head forward so that I could kiss her; as it
progressed, I slowly moved my hands from her upper arms to her back,
then gently pulled her close so that I could gently hug her. She
hugged me back, and when our lips finally separated, she looked up at
me and said "I love you, Uncle Ted, and I know I can trust you. That's
why I wanted to try this with YOU."

Smiling, I simply asked "How about if we have some fun with each other
before we try to find out if my penis will fit in your butt?"

Her nipples erected again a little bit as she told me "I'd like
that..."; a second later, she pulled back from me before taking my hand
and leading the way to my bed.

As we were walking, it finally sank in for me that things would
probably actually be easier for Donna than they had been for Karen,
for a couple of reasons. First, Donna was physically larger than her
sister, so there was less of a mismatch between my erect organ and the
opening involved. Second, and more importantly, there wasn't going to
be any additional obstruction in Donna's nether opening -- we'd still
have to deal with the fit, but there wouldn't be anything like a hymen
blocking the way once we got past that point. That put my mind
considerably at ease, leaving me free to enjoy the sight of Donna's
cute, tight little ass moving in front of me.

With both of us already nude, there wasn't any reason for Donna not to
guide both of us right onto the bed when we got to it. Once we were
laying on our sides and facing each other, my first considered action
was to kiss Donna -- softly, on the lips, trying to say without words
how very much she meant to me. The kiss I got back told me that I'd
gotten the message across, and that she felt the same way about me.

We continued to exchange kisses, and although they stayed loving and
affectionate, the physical desire we began to feel began to make its
presence known. Our first touches were gentle and non-sexual; but
that, too, slowly evolved as the level of our arousal and passion
increased. Several minutes had gone by before my hand finally settled
over my niece's breast, and a few more passed with my fingertips again
delighting in the feel of her warm, firm mammaries before she moved to
lay on her back so that I could reach the other, as well. In response,
I propped myself up on my elbow so I could reach all of her.

Even as I was reacquainting myself with the most obvious symbols of
her femininity, Donna was touching me in return -- her hand was in
almost constant slow motion as she felt my chest and shoulders,
caressing my face and sides, and running her fingertips through my
chest hair.

After a while, both of us were breathing heavily enough that kissing
became too difficult, and we silently agreed that the time was right
to move on to other things. After I'd slowly kissed and licked my way
down from her face and lips, I was able to start tending to the smooth
orbs of her breasts with my lips and tongue. I softly nibbled every
square inch of both mounds before finally taking the peak of one
breast between my lips. I found her areola and nipple were already
standing out from the rest of her bosom, but my careful and gentle
attention soon had them tight and hard with her arousal; then it was
time to do the same for their twin. Before I was finished, both of her
areolas were puckered, and her nipples standing tall and proud -- and
faintly glistening with my saliva. When I pulled my head back to
admire my handiwork (and the delightful targets of my attentions),
Donna told me "I want to do you, now."

I smiled down at her as I answered "Only if I can do you, too."

Visibly delighted, she nodded her head, and I moved so that she could
sit up, then continue on until she was on her knees. I lay down, and
she let me help guide her so until she had a knee on each side of my
head. Looking down at me, she told me "It always makes me feel so
excited when I'm over you like this, knowing you can see between my
legs. I know what you're going to do and how you're going to make me
feel... it makes me so happy, knowing that you love me that much."

What she said touched me deep inside, and I replied "And I feel the
same way -- excited at seeing you, and knowing that you love ME enough
that you're willing to share yourself with me this way."

I'll always treasure the smile she gave me before she leaned forward,
and got herself positioned over me. When we were situated so that we
could tend to each others desires, I once again looked at the view of
herself that she was giving me -- the light-colored delta of her pubic
hair, divided at the bottom by the cleft of her sex, with the edges of
her thin and soft inner lips barely visible. With the source that
close, the scent of her arousal was easy to discern, and just as
appealing and arousing to me as ever.

Whether by coincidence or design, Donna took me into her mouth as I
first slipped my tongue between the delicate folds bracketing her
opening; as I began doing what I could to increase her arousal, she
did the same for me.

It was my thinking that it would be best if I could bring her to an
orgasm before trying to do what she wanted me to, so that she would be
at least as physically relaxed as possible so that it would be as easy
as possible for her as we found out if my erection could reasonably
fit through the portal of her anus; I figured that by taking things as
slow and easy as I could would address any other issues.

Though I didn't tell Donna what I figured to do, she seemed to have at
least a similar idea in mind -- while I was steadily moving her closer
and closer to a climax, she gave every indication of being content to
simply get (and keep) me erect. Free of any "distractions", I was able
to focus my attention on her, increasing her pleasure and arousal even
more when I got the idea to move one of my hands from one of her firm
buns so that I could use one finger to begin teasing the rosette of
her anus. After I'd transferred some of my saliva (and her oils) to
it, I was even able to work the first digit of my finger into her --
something that earned me a deep moan around my cock as she pressed
herself back in response. That little experiment convinced me that she
really did think that anal sex was sexy, and that she really did want
to try it.

It also proved to be a great help in moving her even closer to an
orgasm; as I slowly and gently worked my finger back and forth through
her back opening, I could easily tell that she was getting
dramatically more aroused, and even closer to finding her release. It
didn't take but a very few minutes of that before I felt her begin to
tense over me; a couple more seconds, and she let me fall from between
her lips so that she could tilt her head back in reaction to the start
of her climax. Under my tongue, I found a sudden increase in the
availability of her essence, even as I could feel her rectum clenching
tightly around the first digit of my finger. Since I wanted her
relaxed and not comatose, I refrained from doing anything to intensify
or prolong her orgasm -- at least, other than simply lapping up the
supply of female juices that she presented to me.

After several spasms had run through her, Donna drew a deep,
shuddering breath before telling me "Thanks, Uncle Ted. That was
really nice. If you'll give me a couple minutes, I think it'll be okay
for us to try the other part."

I gave her labia one last pass with my tongue before answering
"Whenever you're ready, honey.", then took the opportunity to rescue
the end of my finger from her rectum -- which resulted in a soft gasp
from her. Letting my head fall back to the bed, I could still see the
shiny entrance to her vagina, bracketed by her inner lips. Her
clitoris had disappeared back under its cloak, but I still had the
orbs of her firm tush to look at, too; I spent the next little while
trying to memorize the sight before me, in the hope that it would be
the last thing I remembered before I died.

I knew that Donna was about ready for us to go on when I felt her take
my slightly-diminished erection in her hand and lever it up before
taking the head into her mouth again. It didn't take her long to
restore my manhood to its previous glory, and after she pulled her
mouth off of me, I heard her say "I think both of us are ready, now...".
A moment later, she carefully moved off of me so that she was kneeling
on the bed. I sat up, then reached over to where I'd left the baby
oil. After tucking it into the pit of my arm to warm it up a little
bit, I got to my knees, too. As Donna and I looked at each other, I
told her "Sweetheart, I am not going to do anything to MAKE this
happen. I know you want to try, but all I'm going to do is push myself
against you so that it can happen -- it's going to be entirely up to
YOU whether or not it actually does. I'll stop any time you tell me
to, and even back off if that's what you want, and start again when
you tell me to. You said you wanted me to help, so that's what I'm
going to do -- help. It's YOUR choice about how and when, or even if,
it happens. Okay?"

"I understand, Uncle Ted. I'm nervous about this, but I'm not afraid,
or anything."

I leaned forward enough to give her a soft kiss; when our lips
separated, she didn't have anything else to say -- she just calmly
leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees. I moved behind
her, and immediately ran into a problem... I couldn't hold the bottle of
oil, apply it, and separate her cute butt cheeks all at the same time
due to a shortage of hands. I told her what the problem was, and heard
her laugh before she said "THIS problem is something I didn't think
about...", causing me to laugh with her. After she lowered her shoulders
to the bed, she was able to reach back and spread her cute fanny for
me; it took only a few moments for me to get the oil (up to body
temperature by then) opened up. After pouring some into my palm, I
moved my hand to the top of her ass, then carefully poured the oil so
that it ran down and across the pucker of her anus. Using just a
single finger, I spread the oil around ... not just covering her rectum,
but a good distance out from it, as well. Another ration of oil was
similarly applied, and I began patiently and gently working it farther
and farther into her. After dispensing another puddle of oil and
adding it to what was already there, I was able to carefully work my
entire finger into her bowels. When I'd gotten one last batch of baby
oil worked through her pucker, I used what was left on my hand to coat
the outside of my erection.

That was when I realized I'd forgotten something else -- a towel or
something to wipe my hand off with. Once again, I pressed a corner of
one of my sheets into service; after I'd wiped the surplus off, I told
Donna "Okay, honey, I've got oil on me, and you're oiled up, too."

"I guess! It feels like you used the whole bottle!"

Teasing her, I asked "I figured too much was better than too little.
You want me to clean some off?"

"Not if YOU want to do this, too!", she responded, teasing me back.

Taking my erect cock between a couple of fingers, I levered it down
and moved closer to Donna; it took only a few seconds for me to get
the head softly wedged against her most intimate orifice. Pressing
against her just enough to keep my cock in place, I told her "When you
tell me you're ready, I'll start pushing against you. If something
happens and it doesn't work, don't worry about it -- we'll just try
again, unless you say not to. As long as I can feel you trying to LET
me in, I'll keep pushing against you... but not too hard."

A few seconds passed before I heard her say "Okay, Uncle Ted, I'm
ready. You can start whenever you want."

I slowly increased the pressure I was applying to her sphincter until
I could feel it starting to open up to me, then held the force I was
applying steady until I either felt Donna open herself to me more, or
she told me to stop.

When I'd kept that steady pressure against her for several seconds, I
could feel as Donna tried to relax herself to me; initially, it was a
lot of back-and-forth between feeling her open herself to me, and
having her lose whatever progress she'd made. But as the seconds
ticked by, she gradually changed over so that she was relaxing herself
to allow me entry more than she was preventing it. Slowly, barely a
millimeter at a time, I could see the head of my cock slipping through
the tight portal of her rectum. With each advance, I applied a trifle
more pressure to protect our gains; but I was always careful not to
say or do anything that might make her think I wanted her to go any
faster than she was comfortable with.

I think both of us were surprised when we felt the glans of my manhood
was all the way inside her, so that her anus was clamped around me
right behind it. When that happened, I immediately stopped what I was
doing so that I could hold myself still in her until I found out what
she wanted to do.

A few moments later, I heard her tell me "That it, Uncle Ted -- just
hold still like that. I thought your penis was big before, but now it
feels absolutely huge."

"Are you okay, dear?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Uncle Ted. I'm not hurt or anything, it just feels
weird having you inside me like this. Sexy, but weird."

I could feel her gradually relaxing (at least, as much as she could)
around me; with the realization that the hardest part was over, she
was starting to learn to accept being opened up that much, and that
way. She released her hold on her ass cheeks, and got herself back on
her hands and knees before telling me "You still feel real big, but
I'm getting used to it, now. If you want to keep going, I'll let you
know I need you to stop or anything."

Getting my hands on her hips to help hold her steady, I slowly began
to try and press myself farther into her; when it started to happen,
Donna moaned -- causing me to immediately stop what I was doing. A
couple of seconds later, I heard her plaintively ask "What did you
stop for?"

"You made a noise, and I thought maybe I was hurting you.", I explained.

"No, you weren't hurting me. It felt good, so if I made any sound, it
was because I liked what you were doing. You can keep going, honest."

I took that as my cue to try again; as I started to slide farther
inside her, I heard another moan. After what she'd told me, I was able
to recognize it as a sound of passion, and not pain; I just continued
to ease myself farther and farther into her bowels. I only had to stop
when my pubic hair was wedged into the crack of her ass, and my balls
were grazing her mons.

It seemed to take a few seconds for Donna to realize that I was in her
as far as I could go; when she did, I could hear the raw,
unadulterated lust in her voice as she softly said "Holy Christ, that
feels good!"

A moment later, she told me "Once we got past the big part, the rest
of you was pretty easy, Uncle Ted. If you wanted to start, you know,
moving in me, I think it'd be okay."

With her obviously being comfortable about having my cock buried in
her ass, there wasn't anything else for me to do except start moving
in her. I slid myself about a quarter of the way out of her, paused
for a moment, then reversed direction. She didn't voice any
complaints, so I did it again, a little farther and a little faster --
which she also found acceptable. No more than a couple of minutes
later, I was steadily sliding nearly the entire length of my erection
back and forth through the tight ring of her anus -- accompanied by
Donna's nearly constant sounds of pleasure and arousal.

When I looked down to where Donna and I were joined, I was transfixed
by the sight of her pucker being pulled out when my manhood slid out
of her, only to be pushed in when I pressed myself back in. I don't
know how many times I cycled in and out of her while watching that
uncommonly erotic vision.

My reverie was interrupted by the feeling of Donna's hand; it took me
a second to realize that she had reached back between her legs and was
busily masturbating herself as I continued to steadily piston myself
in and out of her nethers. The smell of her arousal was thick in the
air, telling me that she wasn't just comfortable about having my cock
in her ass, but actually enjoying it. That realization got the idea
into my head that there was a distinct possibility that she'd want me
to fuck her that way again -- and more than once. And the chance of
that happening had the effect of throwing gasoline on the coals of my
desire; while still being careful not to hurt her, and always alert to
having her let me know if she needed or wanted me to stop, I gradually
increased the tempo and "enthusiasm" of my thrusts into her. Much to
my amazement, my efforts only seemed to arouse her even more.

I began to feel something happening along the underside of my penis,
and it took me a few seconds to understand that I was getting an
"outside view" of the clenching of Donna's virginal pussy as she got
closer and closer to her release; knowing that she was going to orgasm
with my cock in her bowels was the last straw. As I felt myself pass
the point where I knew I was going to cum, I slowed my movements so
that I could make my last few strokes into her as long and slow as I
could so that my climax would be as strong as I could make it. The
last time I pressed myself into her was just ahead of the first spray
of my semen jetting out the end of my manhood.

Donna started to squeal when she felt me begin to empty myself into
her, but it was cut off when her body froze with a sudden and powerful
seizure that signalled the start of her own release.

Her anus became almost painfully tight around me, and the spasms of
her vagina got strong enough to create some singularly pleasurable
sensations along the bottom of my erection -- and made my next eruption
of cum nearly as strong as the first. For the next several seconds,
the only things either of us could do were gasp and groan with the
intensity of our climaxes.

My release tapered off just ahead of Donna's so I was barely able to
keep her from falling on her face onto the bed; even then, it was a
lot closer than I would have liked. Keeping myself pressed against the
globes of her ass, I managed to get both of us down onto the bed,
where I supported my weight with my knees and elbows so that I didn't
squash her. My cock was still buried in her tight ass, and remained
almost completely erect -- due, I think, to the fact that her anus was
still clenched so tightly around me that the blood that make me erect
simply didn't have anyplace to go. That left me holding myself over
her, with Donna's smooth buns pressed against my lower belly and my
manhood still in the confines of her bowels while I panted to
replenish the oxygen my body needed so desperately.

I'd pretty much gotten myself back together when I heard Donna softly
tell me "That was way, way better than I ever even thought it could
be."

"Are you okay, honey?", I asked.

She managed a small laugh before answering "No, not until tomorrow,
maybe. But I don't hurt or anything."

Knowing that she wouldn't be trying to joke like that if she was in
any distress, I lowered my head and softly nibbled her earlobe with my
lips for a few seconds before telling her "I'm glad you're okay,
sweetheart, and that it worked out the way you wanted. It felt pretty
good for me, too."

"I know! I felt it when you started squirting in me, and the next
thing I knew, I was having an incredible orgasm. It wasn't as strong
as some I've had with you, but it felt like it was deeper, somehow.
And you were an absolute dear about not hurting me, or trying to rush
me while we were getting your penis in my butt -- that made it SO much
easier for me, knowing that we were only going to go as fast as I
wanted. Now you're covering me with your body, so I don't get cold or
anything, and that is so sweet. I can still feel your penis in my
butt, too, and I even like that."

A second later, she asked "Why is your penis still so big? Usually
after you climax, it gets small again before now."

"I'm not sure, really. You want me to pull it out?"

She quickly exclaimed "NO!", then realizing that I'd been teasing, she
was calmer when she asked "I suppose you're going to want it back
sometime, though, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think so... I've kinda grown attached to it, and it's nice
being able to use it with my pretty, sexy nieces."

"Well, THIS niece likes it when you use it with her, so I suppose
it'll be okay if you want to keep it. But you don't have to take it
out until you have to, okay?"

I nibbled her earlobe again before answering "Yes, dear.", making her laugh.

I was happy to stay with her like that for the several minutes it took
before my penis had shrunk to the point that I was just barely inside
her. Knowing that I was going to unplug from her any time, I asked "Do
you want to clean up with me, or would you like a little time by
yourself first?"

"I'd like to clean up with you, Uncle Ted. After we've done this, you
don't have to worry about me being embarrassed, or anything."

A bit later, I felt myself pull free of her; after I'd gotten off of
her and then stood up next to the bed, I had her roll over onto her
back. She did, and I quickly got my arms under her butt and back, then
picked her up and carried her into the bathroom as she snuggled into
my chest. After standing her in the corner of the shower, I got the
water started just as I'd done when I had showered with Karen. Once
the water was warm enough, I quickly joined her under the spray; as we
helped wash each other, I feigned not to notice when some of my cum
dripped out of her as she was cleaning the oil from between the cheeks
of her ass. Once both of us were done, I dried her off, then myself.

Once we were back in bed, Donna happily spooned against my front as I
cupped her breast in my hand. As we lay there, she told me "Thanks,
Uncle Ted. I wanted to find out what it was like to have sex like
that, and you were so nice about helping me, and made it so easy, that
I actually had an orgasm from it. I just want you to know that I
really appreciate it -- not just tonight, but all the times and ways
you help me... and Karen and Wendy, and even Mom. We used to have kind
of a hard time after Daddy left, but it's been a lot nicer and easier
since you got here. I loved you more than anything, even before you
came to stay with us, but but now it's even more, and better with you
here with us."

I gave her a gentle hug before answering "Thank you, sweetheart. I'm
glad to BE here; I love all of you more than I could ever say, and I'm
glad you like having me here."

She released a soft sigh of contentment, and gave my hand on her
breast a tender squeeze, in response. Happy at having her in my arms,
it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

I woke up the next morning to discover that I was flat on my back,
with Donna's arm and leg draped across me, and her head on my
shoulder. As I lay there looking at her loveliness, I saw her eyes
open. When she looked up at me and smiled, I was glad that she was
happy enough about our relationship that finding herself in bed with
me was enough to make her smile that way.

She started to move her leg, but quickly gave up the effort with a
small noise. Knowing pretty much what the problem was, I still asked
her "A little sore, this morning?"

I felt her blush slightly before she answered "Yeah -- more than a
little, right now. It felt good having you in me last night, but I
didn't realize just how BIG you were, then. I guess you stretched me
there more than I thought."

"Well, you can take some aspirin, and that'll help. I think it'll get
easier if you can move around a little bit, too. It shouldn't be
anywhere near as bad tomorrow morning."

"Good! I don't think I could sit on my butt all day at school if it
was going to feel like this!"

I had to laugh before I told her "Come on, and take a shower with me.
The hot water will make it feel better long enough for some aspirin to
go to work."

She tilted her head to look at me, and smiled as she answered "I sure hope so!"

When both of us were standing next to the bed, I took her hand and she
gingerly walked with me as we headed for the bathroom. As I'd
promised, the hot water from the shower did relieve some of the pain
she felt -- particularly after she spread her ass cheeks, and we
contrived to get the water running more across the affected area. She
also took a couple of aspirin before we left the bathroom; once we
were dressed, it was upstairs for some much-needed coffee for me, and
breakfast for both of us. Teresa saw how Donna was walking, but after
seeing the expression on her daughter's face, didn't have anything to
say other than her usual morning greetings.

As I'd predicted, Donna felt a lot better when she left for school the
next morning, and better still by the time she got home. When it was
just the two of us later, she told me that it was going to be a while,
but that she most certainly DID want to do it again.

As the next few weeks progressed, Karen and I tried to hump each
others brains out a few times, and Donna wanted me to fuck her ass a
couple more times; even Wendy and I got into it twice by getting each
other off orally -- she quickly learned how to not only get me hard,
but tease me into some of the hardest climaxes I'd ever had, and
greedily swallowing every drop of cum that got past her lips. I was
perfectly happy to help her have even stronger orgasms than she'd had
before.

It wasn't like I was getting off every night, or anything like that,
however. During the week, when the girls had school the next day,
things were relatively tame; there was usually some discreet groping
and fondling, and one or two of them might spend the night with me,
but the sex was usually limited to Friday evenings, or on Saturdays.
Several times, Teresa would see me or one of the girls molesting each
other, but she would only smile and turn her attention back to
wherever it had been. I also learned that Karen had been taken to the
gynecologist by her mother, and had an IUD for birth control --
something that relieved me considerably.

It was a Tuesday evening, and I was downstairs catching up on some of
my technical journals when I heard what sounded like a little bit of
an argument upstairs. I didn't think anything of it until I heard
something large hit the floor, followed a few seconds later by what
sounded like someone scuffling, accompanied by some loud voices.

Wondering what was going on, I went upstairs; as I got close to the
living room, I heard a voice that I couldn't quite place -- until I
heard Teresa's emphatic "Damn you, Doug!", followed by her ex-husband
saying "If you don't have any money now, then I'll just take one of
the kids until you can find some!"

When I got a couple of steps into the living room, it wasn't hard to
figure out what was going on -- Doug had apparently come back, and had
knocked Teresa down in the process of the two of them arguing. Donna
and Karen were standing in the hallway, but Doug had one hand clamped
tightly around Wendy's upper arm -- I could see that his grip was tight
enough that he was actually hurting her. As I tried to figure out what
I could do, Doug turned his head to look at me, and said "So you're
why shit's so nice here, huh? I should have known that goodie-goodie
Terrific Ted was in the picture someplace! You always were too damn
nice for your own good, Ted, and I never did like you."

"That's okay, Doug", I told him, "I always figured you were pretty
much an asshole, and you're just proving me right... again. Stealing
from the folks you worked for wasn't enough, you had to abandon your
family, too -- and now it sounds like you want to add kidnapping to
your resum�. Good move, shithead."

His clothes looked like something you'd see on a Skid Row derelict,
and I could smell him even from where I was standing; on top of that,
he had a not-quite-right look in his eyes, and one of those large
folding knives in the hand that wasn't wrapped around Wendy's arm. The
look he gave me was one of pure hatred, and I could see him start to
turn my direction. I actually hoped that he'd make a move my direction
-- I'd made varsity wrestling in high school, and figured I could take
him easily enough if he tried to hang on to Wendy; if he didn't, then
I'd gotten her free of him, and I thought that I still had a
better-than-even chance of taking him without getting hurt. I'd
deliberately provoked him, hoping to get his attention on me; as he
started to move, I eased myself to the end of the couch, where I'd
have a little more room to move.

My "plan" was ruined when Teresa told him "Doug, you stupid bastard!
Don't you understand there's no way you're going to get away with any
of this?"

Doug turned his attention back to her, leaving me wondering what I
could or should do. My mind was racing as I saw him getting more and
more upset; he was starting to look like he was going to attack Teresa
when I got another idea.

After using my foot to unplug the lamp on the table next to me, I
scooped it up and tossed it -- deliberately aiming it so that it would
pass in front of him. As I hoped, his attention immediately shifted to
it; better still was when he released Wendy so he could use his hand
to knock it farther away. Before he could turn his head back my
direction, I moved in and hit him with a classic wrestling take-down...
one that forced him to drop the knife he held. With his arm locked in
mine, I pivoted and almost literally threw him to the floor. That
stunned him long enough for me to fall on top of him and get him
wrapped up in my arms so that he couldn't move; even though he tried
his best, I had him tied up solid. When he realized he wasn't going
anywhere, he stopped his struggles -- giving me the opportunity to tell
Teresa "Call 9-1-1 and get the cops here NOW!". She shooed the girls
ahead of her, and I heard her tell them to go to the neighbor's house
and wait there until she told them it was okay to come back. A few
seconds later, I listened as she made the phone call. Doug tried to
struggle free again when he heard it, but it simply wasn't going to
happen; I had a good, solid hold on him.

A couple of minutes later, I heard a siren approach; shortly after
that, I saw Teresa lead a cop into the living room. In the few minutes
after that, three more cops showed up; with enough of them there to
deal with Doug, one told me "Okay, sir, you can let go of him. We'll
take care of it if he starts anything else."

I turned loose of Doug, and as I stood up, I saw that one of the cops
had a stun gun ready to use if Doug acted up. Apparently, Doug saw it,
too, and meekly followed their directions as the cops got him
standing, then cuffed.

After a couple of cops got Doug out of the house, the other two
started taking statements from Teresa and me -- and the girls, once
Teresa called and let them know they could come home. It took a while,
but the cops finally got everything they needed, and after making sure
all of us were okay, they told us they hoped the rest of our night
went better than it had so far, and left.

Teresa went in to make mixed drinks for all of us -- including the
girls, though theirs were appreciably weaker; when she got back, I was
sitting on the couch with Wendy on my lap and my arms around her,
while Donna and Karen were grafted to my sides and hanging onto my
arms. After getting the drinks distributed, Teresa sat in "her" chair
and looked over at me to ask "What in God's name made you think you
could go after him when he had a knife?"

After taking a healthy pull off my drink (and gasping -- Teresa had
made it pretty strong), I told her "I was varsity wrestling in high
school, and even did pretty good in State finals a couple times. I
never heard Doug say anything about being involved in any kind of
sports, so I figured I had that going for me, right off. When he
looked at me, I could see he was drunk or on something, so that was
going to screw up his reactions, too. The last thing was that I could
see that he wasn't in good shape, and I figured that gave me a
strength advantage. Sorry about the lamp" -- it lay broken into roughly
a thousand pieces in the corner -- "but that's what was handy to
distract him with so I could surprise him."

Teresa waved off my comment about the lamp before answering "I
remember now that Judy told us a couple of times that you had a couple
of wrestling trophies. He still could have hurt you pretty bad,
though!"

I gave her a wan smile as I explained "I don't think so. Like I said,
his reactions were pretty screwed up, and he was out of shape. I was
stone-cold sober and straight, and still reasonably fit; I know my
reaction time is still good, so I was pretty sure I could handle him.
I wanted him to let go of Wendy more than anything else, but if he'd
dropped the knife, that would have been good enough."

Hearing that I'd been trying to get her free of Doug first made Wendy
hug my arms to herself before she quietly told me "I'm glad you were
there to save me, Uncle Ted."

Teresa heard Wendy, too, and told me "I'm damn glad you were here,
too, Ted.", the tone of her voice letting me know that her words
didn't even begin to convey what she really thought and felt. She went
on to tell me "I was sitting in here with Wendy, watching TV, when I
heard someone at the door. You can imagine how shocked I was when I
opened it and saw Doug there! The son of a bitch pushed me back, and
came inside before I could do or say anything, then practically
dragged me in here. He started out asking me for money, but when I
told him I didn't have any, he started getting pissed off. When I
tried to tell him to leave, he knocked on the floor. After I got up,
we had a little bit of a shoving match while we argued. He kept saying
I had to have some money because the place looked too nice. He grabbed
Wendy and said he was going to take her with him, when you showed up."

"I heard it when you were arguing with him; not the words, just loud
voices. It wasn't until I heard you hit the floor, and you and him
fighting that I figured I'd better come up and find out what was going
on. I thought his voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it until
you said his name right before I came in here. Sorry it took me so
long to come and find out what was happening.", I said, the last part
apologetically.

Teresa waved it off again, saying "No, there's nothing for you to
apologize about -- you DID come up, and you were here when we needed
you, and you damn sure took care of the problem!"

"Well, the cops have him now, so he's going to have to face up to the
crap he pulled before, AND what happened here tonight. I don't think
anybody is going to have to worry about him for quite some time; seems
a pretty safe bet that he really is out of you life for good, now."

After that, things were quiet while all of us were occupied with our
own thoughts. I finally heard Teresa say "Okay, it's way past bed time
for you three, so finish whatever is left in your glasses and get
going."

When I looked over at the clock, I was surprised at how late it was --
it was well past even Donna's bedtime, which was the latest of the
three of them. None of the girls made any protest, and Wendy and Karen
both got up to take their empty glasses into the kitchen; after
draining the last little bit out of hers, Donna followed them. When
they got back into the living room, all three of them kissed me on the
lips before thanking me for being there, and wishing me a good night.
I gave each of them a gentle pat on the butt before wishing them the
same.

Once it became clear that none of the girls was going to come out for
anything, Teresa quietly got up, then came over to sit next to me on
the couch -- where she promptly tucked herself into my side before
pulling my arm around her. She sat there in silence for several
seconds before telling me "After the cops got here, I realized that
you were trying to get Doug to come after you... and that I maybe messed
things up when I talked to him after you did. If I did, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. It all worked out anyway, and the cops have him now."

"Still, I'm never going to forget that you were there; and you tried
to get between him and me, or the girls."

I didn't have anything to say to that, so I just gave her a soft hug.

A couple of minutes had gone by when I heard Teresa tell me "After
everything that's happened tonight, there's something I think I have
to tell you. I'm not real proud of it, because I feel like I've been
practically lying to you, and I just can't do that anymore -- not after
what you did. I've got a confession of my own to make, too."

After taking a deep breath, she told me "When you first called, and
agreed to stay here with us, I had a talk with the girls. All three of
them were as happy as they could be that you were coming, but it was
Wendy that wanted to know if you staying here meant that you and I
might get married. I think you know how surprised I was to hear her
ask that, and I told all of them that it wasn't just up to me -- that
you had to want to be married again, too. They wanted to know what I
meant, and I explained to them that even though you and I really like
each other, being married was a whole lot more than just that. I also
told them that if you and I were going to get married, then it was a
lot bigger thing for you than it was for us... that we would be adding
just ONE person to OUR family, but that you would be adding FOUR; that
you had to want to be married not just to me, but to them, too. I
didn't think anything about how I explained it at the time."

She tilted her head to look up at me, and I just nodded for her to go
on. She did by saying "After you got here, and you saw Donna that
first time, I really was serious about what I said about trusting you,
and knowing that you wouldn't do anything to them. When they started
running around naked, I wasn't happy about it, but I wasn't worried,
either. I couldn't figure out what the deal was when they started
wanting you to touch them -- you know, their breasts and all that -- but
I still knew you weren't the one trying to make it happen, and that I
could trust you. I meant what I said to you about them coming to you,
too; about it being stuff that they'd probably want to know, anyway,
and that I was okay with them learning it from you, and why. But I was
still curious about why they were doing it, too..."

Another breath, and Teresa continued "It wasn't until Karen came to me
about birth control that I even started to think that they were
actually escalating what they were doing with you. It was after Karen
gave her virginity to you that I finally understood what was going on
-- that they were taking what I'd said before about you marrying ALL of
us, including them, literally; they know that married people have sex,
so they were simply including that as part of trying to get you to
want to marry US. They all loved you so much that I don't doubt for a
moment that you could have done anything that you wanted to with them
if you'd asked, even before you got here; once you WERE here, it gave
them the chance to show you how much they loved you -- and what I'd
said about you marrying ALL of us was all the reason they needed to
actually do it. And I need to tell you that I'm really not upset about
everything that's happened between you and them. When I saw how happy
you'd made Karen after that first time, I realized that you were
treating them the way they should be while they're learning about sex
and all that -- that you were being so much more patient and gentle and
understanding and everything than they could expect from anyone else
that they might have wanted to learn from, or experience that stuff
with. You damn sure left Karen a lot happier when you were done with
her than I felt after it happened with me! Anyway, that's why you've
had three teenage girls all so willing to get so intimate with you."

As both of us sat there in silence, I thought about what she'd just
said to me -- and what it meant.

My reverie was interrupted when Teresa told me "That's the part that I
had to tell you about. I'm not real happy about it, and feel like I've
been lying to you because what I have to admit is that ever since you
got here, I've been wishing to hell that it was me you were with. When
I showed you the downstairs, I was trying to let you know that I'd be
agreeable if you wanted to get more... friendly with me than we were
before, but you didn't act like you were interested."

I spoke up then, telling her "Oh, I was interested, all right. But
after what happened with Doug, I didn't want to try to rush you, or
anything. I figured you'd want some time to figure out what you wanted
-- and to tell the truth, I wasn't all that sure that you weren't just
trying to make up for him leaving you."

She considered that for a few seconds before answering "Okay, I can
understand that. Those really weren't problems for me, but I can see
how you might be worried about them. Anyway, I tried to let you know
how I felt again when you took me out for dinner -- and afterwards,
too. I knew you felt something for me, but whatever spark there was
between us still didn't catch. For a while, I actually thought that it
might be because of what you were doing with the girls, before I
realized you were being too careful with them for it to be that."

After a wry laugh, I told her "I sure felt the spark, too, that night.
But by then I was already doing things with the girls -- with your
permission, no less. I knew that you weren't pushing them toward me,
but there were still a couple of things that kept me from following up
on that kiss outside."

"What were they?"

"Part of it was that you knew that the girls WERE being with me; I
figured you knew how clear and obvious they'd have to be before I'd do
anything with them, so I expected -- wrongly -- that you'd make it real
clear to me if you wanted US to be together. The other part was not
knowing how you and me together would affect things with all of us.
Not that I wanted to keep going with them while it was you and me, but
HOW to change from me-and-them to me-and-you; I figured you had to
realize that you knew them -- their personalities, I mean -- better than
I did, so if you wanted US to be together, then you'd know that it had
to be up to you to make the change. Since you never said or did
anything to indicate you wanted them to stop, I didn't think that you
wanted US to get involved with each other that much."

She looked at me in silence for a few seconds before asking me "Didn't
it ever occur to you that it might be okay with me if you were with
ALL of us? Not like a big orgy, or anything; but that you could share
a bed with me, and still be with them like you have?"

I'd always simply assumed (yeah, yeah!) that it was one or the other.
Now, to hear that something I'd never even considered was possible --
well... it took a while before I could get my mind around the idea that
I could have cake AND ice cream.

In answer to the expression I must have had on my face, Teresa told me
"Ted, if I was okay with them being with you like that at all, what
would make you think that my attitude would change if you wanted me,
too?"

Nothing, I thought to myself. She hadn't said or done anything to make
me think that I couldn't be with her AND the girls, both. All that had
kept me from letting her be as much a part of my life as I'd have
liked had been nothing but my own either-or mindset.

"Ahhhh, hell", I said -- then calmly tilted my head down so that I
could kiss her. And keep kissing her as I put my hand on her waist,
then slowly moved it up until I could cup her breast through the
blouse she had on -- and discovering that she didn't have a bra on
under it.

As I slowly ran my thumb across her nipple, Teresa let me know through
her lips that she not only welcomed my touch, but inviting me to do
even more with her.

When I indicated that I wanted her to move, she readily did so; it
wasn't but a few moments before she was on my lap, facing me, with her
legs outside of mine. As our kiss picked up where it had left off, I
got both of my hands on her breasts, and found them to be large enough
to slightly over-fill my hands -- and firmer than I would have thought
they'd be after she'd borne three kids. It didn't take long for me to
decide that the cloth of her blouse was getting in the way of really
enjoying her tits; as I started unbuttoning it, her lips parted and
her tongue brushed across my lips. I opened my mouth in return, and
our tongues began to make love.

After I got the last button undone on her blouse, she was the one to
pull it aside so that I could fill my hands with her warm mammaries --
revealing that they had small, dark areolas and nipples, much like
Karen's. As I began gently squeezing and caressing her breasts, Teresa
moved her hands to my body -- feeling my chest for several seconds
before going to work to get it out of HER way. It wasn't long before I
could feel her cool hands wandering my chest and sides and shoulders.

When I was satisfied that my fingers had mapped her bust, I moved my
hands lower on her body, caressing her soft skin as I traced a path
down her sides and around to her back -- and then onto her ass.

I hadn't been massaging her tight ass for long when she told me
"Dammit! Let's just get naked, and get it over with!"

I certainly didn't have any problem with that, and pulled my hands off
her ass so she could get up. She did, then moved to the side a bit so
that I could get up, too. As we shed various articles of clothing, we
continued to exchange a number of fiery kisses. When all we were
wearing was our birthday suits, Teresa gently pushed me back down on
the couch before resuming her previous position on my lap. I quickly
got my hands back on her ass, shortly followed by leaning forward so I
could start kissing and sucking on her breasts. She put her hands in
my hair, and released a soft moan when I began sucking on one of her
nipples. Beneath my hands, I could feel the muscles in her ass
clenching as she began to rock on my lap with slow, short movements.

When we'd undressed, I'd noticed (!) that Teresa's bush was dark and
luxurious, forming a strip that was only as wide as her mons and
extended only a couple of inches past its top. Her rocking on my lap
had it brushing lightly against my semi-erect penis; that, coupled
with the aroma of her increasing desire soon had my cock growing
longer and harder. When I'd gotten hard enough, I could feel myself
making contact with her; she felt it, too, and I heard her moan before
she started rubbing herself against it.

The additional stimulation soon had me completely hard, which had
Teresa rubbing herself along the top of my erection. I could feel her
labia had spread enough that she was able to use her growing wetness
to lubricate me before she shifted her movements so that she was
running her entire cleft along my length; her clitoris would be
pressed against me just behind the head of my manhood when she
started, and I'd have the warmth radiating from her opening at the
base of my cock when she finished arching herself against me.

It didn't take many iterations of that before I wanted us to actually
start fucking; I moved my hands to her hips, and when I gently
indicated that I wanted her to raise up, she opened her eyes to look
at me before telling me "Oh, god, yes... I want you in me so bad!"

As she lifted herself off of me, the head of my penis slid across the
entrance to her vagina before brushing across her erect clit --
something that actually caused her to gasp. Reaching down between us,
she guided my erection upwards, then got herself positioned so that
the end was securely wedged against her opening. Holding me steady,
she began to slowly lower herself onto me.

It didn't take me long to understand why she was going slow -- she was
nearly as tight as Karen had been when I'd deflowered her, and she
needed to take it slow so that she could get used to having me inside
her. But it wasn't as much of an adjustment for Teresa as it had been
for Karen, and she was able to get herself impaled on my manhood
relatively quickly. She stopped when her warm, smooth ass rested
against the tops of my legs; as she held herself still, she told me
"You aren't any longer than Doug was, but you're bigger around than
him. I had to get used to you, even though it feels wonderful to be
filled up like this!"

Cupping her breasts in my hands again, and running my thumbs across
her erect nipples, I told her "It feels pretty damn good to BE filling
you up like this, too!", making her laugh for a moment.

I leaned forward again and got my lips fastened around one of her
nipples; I didn't get to enjoy it for as long, though, because she
decided she'd adjusted to my girth long enough, and started moving
herself on me. Her movements were small and slow at first; but as her
abundant oils got better distributed, she was able to slide herself up
and down on me farther and farther, moaning between exclamations of
how she felt about having my cock moving in her.

Unable to keep my lips fastened to the moving targets of her nipples,
I settled for moving my hands around on her body; I doubt there was a
square inch on her within my arms reach that didn't have my
fingerprints on it. I made sure to pay special attention to some parts
of her more than I did others -- her ass and breasts were my favorite
targets, but I didn't neglect caressing such areas as the insides of
her thighs or the back of her neck, either. When she leaned toward me
for a while, I gladly went about using my lips and tongue on whatever
bits of her I could apply them to; I felt her get even warmer and
wetter around my cock when I managed to nibble and suck on her earlobe
for a little bit.

She'd told me that she had an office job, so I wasn't surprised when I
saw her begin to slow down a little bit. taking her in my arms and
holding her still, I told her "Here... let me..."

She nodded her head in agreement, and lifted herself up a little bit
so that I'd have room to move under -- and in -- her. My first
considered action was to ease myself out of her until only the head of
my erection was past the tightness of her opening, then slowly press
myself into her, filling her in a single continuous thrust as she
moaned her pleasure. After that, I quickly increased the tempo of my
thrusts, so that I was moving in her more quickly than she'd been able
to raise and lower herself. Her declaration of "Oh, god, yes, like
that!" let me know that I was giving her the kind of pleasure she
wanted from me.

It was an awkward position to be in, though, and it didn't take very
long before I began to get tired, too. Rather than let her tire
herself out again, I simply put my arms around her, and scooted
forward -- then got her firm ass moved to the coffee table in front of
the couch. When she felt it under her, she released her hold on me,
and I carefully helped her lay back on it. She wrapped her legs around
my waist before telling me "Now FUCK me, dammit!"

Ever the gentleman, I did as she commanded; I was soon pistoning my
hard cock in and out of her tightness in a steady rhythm. With both of
us more-or-less still, I reached out and got my hands on her tits
again; as I gently squeezed them, and teased her nipples, Teresa's
arousal increased dramatically.

We continued like that for a little longer, but it seemed like her
desire had hit some kind of limit that she couldn't get past. Trying
to see if I could do anything to help, I began trying different ways
of moving my manhood in her; it turned out to be pretty quick and easy
to find something that really worked for her -- having me all but pound
myself into her as I took the longest strokes I could was what she
needed/wanted. It felt pretty damn good to me, too, so I just kept at
it; sliding myself almost all the way out of her, then slamming myself
back in with a fast, hard thrust soon had her breathless and rapidly
closing in on an orgasm.

My cock had started to get the feeling that told me I wasn't far from
my own release when Teresa suddenly started to cry out -- only to have
it choked off when her body practically convulsed with the start of
her climax. Her vagina got extremely tight around me, and began a
rapid clenching around my penis as I tried to keep fucking her; the
feeling of her delightfully warm and wet sheath grabbing at my cock
proved to be more than I could stand -- barely managing to keep my own
noise of pleasure down to a deep groan, I slammed myself into her one
last time before my cock erupted. I could only hold myself still in
her as the sensations generated by her clasping vagina prodded me into
dumping what felt like pints of cum into her.

Our respective climaxes ended pretty close to the same time; spent, I
leaned forward over her, supporting my weight with my elbows. I could
feel the hard pebbles of Teresa's nipples shifting slightly against me
as her chest heaved with the effort of getting her breath back -- it
was a pleasant sensation, but not one that I was in any condition to
really enjoy, just then. Lowering my head, I did manage to give her a
couple of soft kisses on one shoulder before I had to go back to
trying to re-oxygenate my body. I'd nearly gotten myself back together
again when I heard her mutter "Damn, that was good!" before she put
her arms around me. When I was again breathing more-or-less normally,
I raised my head far enough that I could put my lips to hers for a
gentle, affectionate kiss before telling her "You know, I'm thinking
now that maybe we missed out on something by not getting together like
this sooner."

She released a soft laugh, and hugged me, before answering "I think
you're right. But look at it this way -- we probably wouldn't have
enjoyed it quite this much back then, either."

Smiling, I replied "Well, there is that, I suppose."

For the next couple of minutes, we stayed where we were and exchanged
several tender kisses. When my cock finally shrank enough to slip out
of her, she didn't say or do anything to indicate she wanted me to
move -- so I didn't. A few minutes passed before she finally told me
"I'd stay here with you like this, oh, forever, if I could; but I'm
starting to feel a little cold and sticky someplace I wasn't sure I'd
ever get to use again. After we clean up a little -- together, I hope!
-- I'd like it if we spent the night together; either your bed or mine
is fine with me."

I gave her another kiss before responding "Definitely together for
cleaning up, and I think I'd like to maybe stress-test your bed before
we go to sleep."

Grinning, she asked "Again? Feeling a little feisty, are you?"

I nuzzled her ear as I answered "Well, I do have plenty to motivate me
to try, anyway...", causing her to scrunch her shoulder and laugh before
she told me "Okay, Romeo, my bed it is. Now, if you'll get off of me,
we can go in and freshen up for next time."

I got to my feet, then watched as Teresa calmly cupped her hand at her
crotch to keep my cum from running out and moved to stand next to me.
Using her free hand to take mine, she led the way to her bedroom,
where we shared a shower that was playful and intimate despite its
brevity. Once in her bed, we held each other and chatted until both of
us were ready to have another go. Taking out time to really enjoy each
other, we had a languorous session of "69" before making love long
enough for her to have a pair of orgasms before I emptied myself in
her again. Afterwards, we snuggled under the covers long enough that
when we finally got around to cleaning up again, I was able to make
love to her in the shower with her bent over in front of me. After
she'd had another climax, she pulled herself off of me, and dropped to
her knees to finish me off, playfully declaring "After how long it
took you to cum from just fucking me last time, we'll never get any
sleep if I don't take care of you this way!"

I was very pleased when I learned that she knew a few things that she
hadn't done to me before; it took less time than I'd have thought for
her to have me emptying my balls in her warm (and talented!) mouth.
She happily swallowed every drop of my cum before rising to her feet
again so we could rinse each other off.

Back in her bed, she spooned in front of me as I held her breast in my
hand, while she had her hand on my arm. At almost the same time, both
of us released sighs of contentment -- then laughed at the
synchronicity. I don't think that either of us had any trouble falling
asleep.

The next morning, all three of the girls were surprised and delighted
when they saw me with Teresa as we left her bedroom. I teamed up with
her in the kitchen, where we got breakfast ready despite almost
constantly molesting each other along the way. After the girls had
left for school, I called in sick for both of us, and we spent the
rest of the day in her bedroom. We made love again a couple of times,
but what we did most was just cuddle with each other, and talk, and
nap a little. We were still there when the girls got home; when Teresa
told them that they could join us if they wanted, all three quickly
shed their school clothes so that they were as naked as we were. When
we got hungry, I offered to spring for pizza; Donna volunteered to get
"dressed" (a skirt and blouse, sans bra or panties or anything else)
when it was delivered.

When I told Teresa that I wanted to spend a couple nights a week
downstairs so that the girls would have a chance to spend the night
with me, Teresa calmly reminded me of the need to maintain the
communications we'd started by letting me know that I didn't have to
do that -- that she didn't have any problem with me staying with them
in their rooms. Amusingly, it was the girls that had more trouble
adjusting to the idea than I did; but it didn't take them long to
accept that it was okay for one (or even two) of them to let me know
to come to her room. Those nights weren't always (or even usually)
about sex, any more than they nights they'd spent downstairs with me
were. Sure, Karen would still want me to make love with her a few
times a month, and Donna continued to ask me to have sex with her,
too. Even Wendy was willing for the two of us to engage in mutually
pleasuring each other orally a couple times a month. In between nights
with one of the girls, I shared Teresa's bed; at her suggestion, I
eventually agreed to move my clothes upstairs rather than have to go
through the bother of traipsing downstairs to get dressed for work.

Not once did Teresa or any of the girls say anything to me about
getting married again -- but it didn't take long for me to realize that
that was what I wanted. I casually and obliquely queried each of them
about it, and soon learned that even though they'd all like it to
happen, none of them thought it was anything that should or had to be
done.

So when I took all of them out for dinner and a little bit of a night
on the town, all four were surprised and delighted when I formally got
to one knee, presented Teresa with an engagement ring, and asked her
if she'd do me the honor of becoming my wife; she somehow managed to
tell me "Yes!" through her tears of happiness. Then I surprised all
three of the girls by giving each of them a ring, too, and telling
them how much I loved them.

The wedding was a quiet, closed event for just me, Teresa, the girls,
and Teresa's parents -- who were nearly as delighted by the marriage as
she was.

Up until the time that each of the girls left home to go to college, I
continued to share their beds. Donna elected to remain a virgin (or,
at least, half a virgin) up until she got married, and I made sure she
knew that I respected her and the choice she'd made. After she turned
fifteen, Wendy decided that she was ready, and I was the one to
deflower her at her request -- made in front of her sisters and mother.
For that special event, the night was spent in the privacy of my
former apartment. Wendy didn't have any of the nervousness that Karen
had had, and was as agreeable and eager as she could be. It was
marginally more trouble dealing with her maidenhead, but we got it
taken care of without causing her any pain; after that, she was easily
as willing and enthusiastic as Karen.

Even after all of them had gone out on their own, so that it was just
me and Teresa, I was happy -- not just from the incredible sex, but
with the company I had. Teresa's personality and temperament were
virtually a mirror image of what Judy's had been, and I was always
happy with the decision to have her as my wife.

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