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."