Part: 2 Sunday
I slowly came awake, not wanting to leave the wonderful dreams I’d been having. My bed was oh so comfortable and for some reason, a wonderful tingly sensation flowed through my body. Sunlight streamed through the open curtains in my bedroom and I squinted my eyes trying to get my bearings. That’s when I saw a head of tousled brunette hair draped across my groin. More awake now, I realized that soft, warm lips were kissing up and down my semi-erect cock, sending waves of pleasure through me. A small hand caressed my ball sack exploring its texture and shape. I grinned like an idiot, realizing that I was happier right then than I’d felt in years.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said softly. “What a wonderful way to wake up.”
She didn’t answer, but suddenly, my back arched involuntarily as I felt her warm, wet mouth engulf the head of my cock. She sucked gently on my glans while her tongue made wild swirls all around the tip. I couldn’t help but groan loudly.
“Em, honey, that feels fucking fantastic, but I desperately need to pee. If you don’t stop, you're going to get splashed with something besides semen!”
I felt her lips slide off my cock as she pushed herself into a sitting position. She was still totally nude, and for a moment, I forgot about needing to pee.
“Morning Uncle, I hear that golden showers can be pretty sexy, but if you need to go pee, then make it quick!”
I took one quick look at her stiff nipples and hightailed it to the bathroom to relieve myself. While there, I took a minute to brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash before heading back to the bedroom. Em was lying on her side seductively rubbing one finger through the folds of her wet pussy. As soon as she saw me, she raised the finger to her mouth and sucked it clean before returning it to her warm crease. Though my cock had deflated after peeing, it now quickly rose to the occasion.
I quickly reclined next to her and gave her a deep, soulful kiss. Then I reached down and took her hand from her pussy, and moved her wet finger to my mouth, where I sucked and savored her sweet nectar. She shivered as my lips caressed her slippery digit.
“Fuck, Uncle Steve, even the little things you do make me want to cum. I can’t wait to see what else you can teach me.”
I moved closer and took her into my arms and kissed her again, enjoying the feel of her tongue on mine. Her hand grasped my hard shaft, and she began a slow, lazy rhythm. It was remarkable, we had both just woken and already were hornier than hell. As much as I loved kissing her lips, I needed to spend some time with her breasts. For such a slender girl, her boobs were full and round and easily a C-cup. I reached for her breast, amazed at how soft and substantial it was. Breaking our kiss, I leaned in and nibbled gently on the rubbery points of her nipples.
Em sighed, “Goddamn, that feels good. Most boys just kiss my boobs. They seem pretty lost as to what else to do. This is so much nicer.”
Normally, I enjoy a long foreplay session, but with Em’s beauty and with everything being so new and taboo, I just couldn’t wait any longer. I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself over her. She smiled at me and opened her legs wide, almost folding her knees to the bed. I’d forgotten how flexible teen girls could be. My cock was already poking random spots on her pussy, so she reached between us and positioned my cockhead at her hot, wet opening. Wasting no time, I pushed forward slightly, feeling my glans split the lips of her vulva.
She was wet and my cock had been leaking pre-cum, so I easily slid three inches inside her warm sleeve. This time I shivered at the sensation of her vagina gripping my cock like a long-lost lover. As before, she was tight, and it took a minute of sliding in and out and pushing until I managed to bury my entire eight inches inside her. The heat and tightness were mind-numbing, and I could see from Em’s face that she was in her own, personal, happy place.
“Are you okay, sweetheart? I’m fully inside you.”
She smiled again and shook her head yes, then closed her eyes to revel in the experience. Unlike last night, I wanted this time to be soft and sensual. Rather than a race to orgasm, I wanted to take her on a slow journey to ecstasy. I was still on my knees and upright, which gave me a spectacular view of her beauty as I slowly stroked my full length in and out of her snug pussy. I grabbed one of her bare feet and raised it to my lips, where I kissed up and down the sole.
“Ooh, that’s different,” I heard her say dreamily. “Normally, my feet are ticklish, but not now. You’re giving me shivers.”
I smiled and sucked one cute toe into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. I could tell she enjoyed this because I felt her pussy quiver around my cock. Feeling emboldened, I sucked each of her toes until she moaned with delight. Seems like she just learned another new sex technique. I gave equal attention to her other foot, and that was enough to push her over the edge. I felt her vagina squeeze my cock as I continued to thrust, and her first orgasm washed over her. It was a small one, and her body only stiffened once or twice before relaxing again.
“Oh, my!” she laughed. “Who the fuck knew I could cum just from having my toes sucked?”
I sped up my pace as I lowered my body to hers. Now she was supporting part of my weight, and I used the opportunity to nuzzle her breasts. I teased her with little kisses and nibbles, and sometimes took her entire areola into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. I continued this for another five minutes when I felt her second orgasm hit. This was also small, and as it passed over her, I could feel a flood of wetness seeping from around my cock. Her vagina was loving the mini-orgasms.
My orgasm had been right at the edge for some minutes now, and I’d been fighting it to delay as long as possible. But it was time for some relief. I started thrusting even faster and Em responded by curling her hips upward in sync with me. I kissed her hard on the lips and felt her tongue immediately slide into my mouth. As I pumped into her sopping wet pussy, I sucked hard on her tongue and used my fingers to continue tweaking her nipples. Faintly I could hear my balls slapping against her body and I could hold out no longer.
As I drove my cock as deep into her as I could, I simultaneously pinched her nipple, hard. My cock erupted with a powerful jet of semen that must have blasted Em’s cervix like a firehose. This pushed her over the edge and she climaxed too. Her entire body stiffened, and her pussy clamped down so tightly on my cock that it hurt. Spurt after spurt of hot seed flooded her womb as her pussy convulsed around my shaft, milking me of every last drop. Even after I had nothing left to give, I continued thrusting, just enjoying the intense experience. Faintly, I heard a disembodied voice calling out.
“Oh, stop, please stop!” she said over and over. “My pussy’s too sensitive and I’m going to die from pleasure!”
She had to repeat it a few times before my overloaded brain heard the message. I quickly slowed my pace and came to a stop with my cock still buried as far as it would go. I could feel her vagina continuing to spasm from her enormous climax. I propped myself up on my arms so I could look at her.
“Hi, darling,” I whispered, not wanting to startle her. “I’m sorry, I got so lost in my orgasm that I couldn’t hear anything for a moment. Do you want me to pull out or just stay still?”
She opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile. "Just stay inside me. It feels good and won’t rub against my super sensitive pussy. I can’t even describe how good you made me feel. My entire body is vibrating from head to toe.”
“I have to agree, I don’t think any woman has ever given me the pleasure you just gave me. If we weren’t related, I’d marry you tomorrow!”
She smiled at my joke and shifted her body slightly to get comfortable. We were both soaking wet with sweat, and our heartbeats were just beginning to return to normal. This had been a fuck for the ages and I just wanted to bask in the afterglow.
“I can feel you getting soft,” she said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“Yeah, it never seems to last long enough. But frankly, just looking at your beautiful face is all I need right now.”
“Ha, hardly beautiful. My hair is a mess and I must stink after all the sweating. I desperately need a shower.”
As she spoke, my cock softened fully and Em’s vagina pushed me out with a sad plop. I rolled onto my side facing her and touched her face with my hand.
“I need a shower too, but not before I do my morning swim. It’s a little later than I normally go, but I try to never miss a day. What to join me?”
She pondered the question and said, “Let’s do a swim. Even though I’m tired, I know it’s better to get outside and be active rather than lie around the house.”
“Great! Wear a one-piece swimsuit. No bikinis for a long swim. Occasionally, the waves can be rough where the cove and ocean meet. If you wear a bikini, there’s a good chance you’ll lose at least one piece of it and have to swim back naked.” I saw her smile at my words and I went on. “I’m being serious. I’ve rescued two young women just in the past few months who were out too far and lost their bikini tops or bottoms. As sexy as it sounds, it’s no fun.”
“Yes sir,” she said and saluted me. I watched as she scampered bare-ass naked down the hallway to get dressed.
I changed quickly and waited on the patio for her to join me. Ten minutes later, she appeared wearing another one-piece Speedo, this time in fluorescent yellow. Once again, I admired how well the tight suit showed off her figure. Then it occurred to me: this girl would look beautiful dressed in a potato sack.
“Since this is your first time doing a long swim, we can shorten the distance to make it manageable. Normally, I do five miles, but let’s try one mile and see how you feel.” I held up a bright orange float tube and said, “I’ll bring this along in case you get tired. It’ll make it easier for you to float and rest.”
We walked to the water and waded in. Quickly the water was deep enough to swim, and we took off following the natural shoreline of the cove. I slowed my pace to allow Em to keep up, though, for a beginner, she was doing well. Periodically, we would stop, and I’d adjust her arm or leg movements to maximize efficiency. Luckily, the winds were light, which kept the swells manageable. At about the half-mile point, we stopped, and I assessed her stamina.
“Em, we’re about a half-mile from home, so let me check your pulse and breathing.”
I was amazed at how relaxed her body was. Neither pulse nor respiration was much above her baseline. A testament to her superb physical conditioning from school sports.
“How are your muscles?” I asked. “Any cramps or weakness?”
“No, none,” she replied. “I feel about the same as one of my long training runs. I think we can keep going.”
Ultimately, she had the stamina for a complete three-mile loop, and I couldn’t have been more proud of her. I knew that after a week or two of this, she’d be hitting five miles easily. By the time we reached the house, we were both feeling it. We each hit the shower and met out on the patio about an hour later. I had my protein smoothie and Em had made herself a vegetable egg white omelet with whole-wheat toast. We had an enjoyable brunch talking about everything and nothing.
The day passed lazily and by dinner time we were both ravenous. Em was in the mood for meat so I took her to a place in town that’s known for its charbroiled steaks. I had a huge porterhouse, while Em chose the petite filet Mignon. It was a wonderful meal, and again I let Emma sip some full-bodied red wine. By the time we got back home, we were stuffed, tired, and mellow.
I sat to watch some TV while Em moved all of her stuff into my bedroom. With that, we officially became a secret couple. At one point, I heard Em speaking with her mom, so I used the opportunity to speak with Kate and convince her to let Emma stay for the entire summer. She was a little reluctant since she was getting lonely herself, but knowing this was a rare opportunity, she finally relented. She even suggested that maybe she would visit near the end of summer to relax and then travel back with Em.
I was in front of the TV when Em joined me, dressed in a silky tank top and sleep shorts. She sat next to me and snuggled tightly against my body. I loved feeling her warmth and wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close. She looked up at me and we kissed softly. I could see she was worn out from the day’s activities and figured sleep would come soon. As much as she tried to act like an adult, she still was a growing teen who needed a lot of sleep.
“Uncle Steve,” she began, “would you be upset if we just slept tonight? My pussy is a little sore, and I’d like to take it easy for a day. We could do other stuff if you'd like.”
Again I realized how young and vulnerable she was. She was so smart and strong-willed that it was easy to treat her like she was much older. In some ways, I still needed to be the protective uncle.
“Em, of course we can just sleep tonight. This is not a race. We can move at a slow pace and see how things go. I love you dearly and want you to always feel comfortable.”
She gave me a big smile and kissed me again before settling back down to watch TV. But within ten minutes I heard her steady breathing and saw that she was asleep. I stayed up for another hour before carrying her to bed and tucking her in with a kiss on her forehead. She was so far under, she didn’t even stir.
The next day was Monday, and we were back to our normal weekly routine. Em swam with me a few mornings and, as expected, her distance continuously improved. With my newfound exuberance from my summer romance, the ideas for my book flowed steadily, allowing me to make good progress. Em and I resumed mild sex play, but we still held off on intercourse. The plan was to wait for the weekend just to be sure.
By week’s end, we were out for our usual Friday night dinner in town. This time, I limited Em’s wine consumption so that we could stroll the shops after dinner. Making good on my promise, I bought her the matching seahorse necklace to go with her bracelet. She, of course, was thrilled and smothered me with kisses once we were back outside.
As we walked, I said, “I have a big surprise for you tomorrow. But it’s a secret so you’ll have to wait.”
I quickly learned that you should never tease a teenage girl. She proceeded to pepper me with a million questions, trying to get me to spill the beans. She begged me for a hint, and I finally broke down and told her we were going on an all-day excursion. But that was all I would tell her.
That night in bed, she used all her feminine wiles to get me to talk. And I have to admit that when she had my cock in her mouth while her warm hand stroked me, I almost gave in. But she made the mistake of making me cum too quickly, and she lost the edge in our little battle of wills. As a consolation prize, I licked her pussy until she climaxed all over my face. Call it a win-win.
Saturday morning we were up bright and early. I asked her to wear her favorite swimsuit covered up with casual street clothes. Around seven o’clock, a delivery arrived consisting of a chilled, insulated picnic basket and a separate cooler with drinks. We grabbed a quick breakfast and piled into our car for the thirty-minute drive.
“Now, will you tell me where we’re going?” she whined.
“Soon, Princess, soon. Just a few more minutes.”
I pulled into the marina and parked. She still didn’t understand what we were doing. She saw some people walking with fishing poles, and I saw her face darken.
“Please tell me we aren’t going fishing all day,” she said so morosely that I had to laugh. “Sitting in the hot sun waiting for a fish to bite doesn’t sound like a fun time.”
“No worries, Princess, fishing is not on the agenda today. But it’s good to know that it should never be on our agenda!”
She grabbed the cooler...
