“Rhonda, look at me. You have a smile that lights up the room, most girls would kill to have your body; you are sweet and kind and would never hurt anyone, you are fun to be around, and never have I heard anyone say anything bad about you. You know that all the kids tell me just about everything. You are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever known. Sounds like Lonnie is jealous and worried boys will want you more than her.
“Lonnie is making love with Mr. Clark, the history teacher,” Rhonda told me.
“Really? How old is Lonnie?”
“Twelve.”
“And Mr. Clark?”
She shrugged. “Older than you, I think.”
“Has Mr. Clark ever touched you or…?”
“No, never.”
I felt better. No man would have Rhonda until I was done with her. I did feel some admiration for this history teacher; every year he had his pick of preteen beauties to play with.
We sat for a while as she thought about what I had said.
“Thanks Uncle Dave, it's just she was so mean and I was afraid that all those awful things were true. Can I sit here with you some more? It feels so good and safe with your arms holding me.”
Our relationship changed that day and she started to go nude around me whenever we were alone. She also started to open up to me. Our talks about love and sex got more detailed until she asked me if I could find her one of those things girls use when they're alone. “I caught Mom and her boyfriend the other night and they were doing it. Mom had one of those things that buzzes and she seemed to love it. I watched for a long time and it looked like fun. Wish I had someone to love me like that.”
Talk about an open invitation. With Rhonda there was no second meaning, she meant what she said and said what she meant.
I took her hand and said, “Rhonda, you know I think the world of you and what the best things to happen to you. Are you sure that you want to and are you sure that you are ready to love somebody that way? It's something that will change your whole life and you never can go back afterwards.”
“Uncle Dave, I think love and loving are a big part of life. Mom was just empty after Dad died and now she's happy again with Eddie. They're talking marriage and kids and all that. I want to have some of that.” She leaned into me and looked me in the eyes. “Uncle Dave, I've thought about it a lot. I want to make love with somebody who loves me and I think, no I know that you love me and I love you. I want you to make love to me; I want to spend the night with you, please, Uncle Joe. Mom and Frank are gone for the night to see his folks and I can stay here no problem. I'm ready and I want you to be the one, maybe the only one to love me. I know what I feel and I want you to be the one.”
What do you say to something like that? No other little girl had ever put it so romantically and sweet that way, it was usually, “I want to fuck you” or “I want you to pop my cherry” or they would just dive for my crotch and start sucking my cock, which let me know they were sucking someone else's cock.
Rhonda looked scared, as if she had said the wrong thing to me and I was going to reject her. Just as the hope started to fade in her eyes I pulled her close and kissed her. Tenderly at first but harder and she kissed back and the fire between us grew.
“Dear sweet Rhonda,” I said to her, “of course I love you and I'm thrilled and flattered that you want me to make love to you but you must be sure. Are you really sure you want to do this and that you want to do it here and now and with me?”
“You have always treated me so good and I have loved you for so long and I know that you would never hurt me and that you love me and want me too. What could be wrong with that? I want a big bed and all night and I want to wake up next to you and make love in the morning sunlight and in the grass. I'm sure and I want you now.”
She reached between my legs and her hand, shaking, squeezed my cock.
“I've seen Ted's, I know what it looks like and I want one inside me.”
I smiled. Perfect. I said, “We have all night and we'll need our strength so let's grab a bite to eat and have some wine to relax with and just snuggle for a while first. Trust me, there's no reason to hurry and every reason to hurry; we'll take our time and do it right.”
I wanted her to relax around my nude body and to get used to the size of a hard penis. We played around in the pool like a pair of sea otters and explored each other's bodies with pour hands and mouths. I sat her on the edge of the pool and started kissing her knee and slowly worked my way up. I had already found her little clitoris with my finger and had probed gently into her tight little virginal slit. I loved the feel of her soft patch of down under my hand as I had fingered her and now as my mouth moved to cover her she let out a small squeal of pleasure. I used my fingers to spread her open and as my tongue wandered over the places meant to give pleasure she came alive. Her slender body twisted and turned as I licked and sucked. She tried to talk but could not form words as she rode my mouth and hands to the first climax of her young life.
I slid out of the pool as she collapsed on the deck and pulled her to me.
“Uncle Dave, what was that? Is that what sex is all about? I knew it felt good but I never dreamed it could feel like that. I've used my fingers and it felt good but never anything like this. Wow.”
I laughed. “That, my dear lovely girl, was a climax, an orgasm, the big O, the little death as the French call it, and a whole bunch of other names and yes that is a big part of what sex is all about.”
“Wow,” she said again.
I went on: “That and the feeling of being loved and loving and contentment that you are feeling right now. I'm glad that you were able to get there so easily this time, sometimes it isn't that easy or that good but the feelings of love are still there and make even a bad lovemaking pretty good. And yes before you ask a woman can do the same thing to a man. It's a little harder to do right but still feels great and with a little practice we can both do it at the same time. There's a bunch of ways and positions to do most anything sexual and anything that gives two people pleasure is fine. I will teach you all of these things.”
“I'll do anything with you, anything that feels good, Uncle Dave.”
Ay yes, more perfection, by the numbers. She would be mine for a few years, and I would set her free on the world of men.
We went to my bath and as we shared a shower she tried to give me a blow job. She was clumsy at first and worried about biting me but she was a fast learner. I stopped her before I came and we used big fluffy towels to dry each other off.
“Why did you stop me?” she asked.
I said, “Because I wanted you to see what happens when a man climaxes. Let's go to bed and you can kneel on a soft carpet and this time we'll go all the way to the end.”
Her soft lips soon were covering me and I was in heaven as she bobbed up and down, slowly taking my cock deeper in her mouth.
I told her, “Most men like to cum in their partner's mouth and some women like the taste but for now when I'm ready I'll pull out and you can watch and hold it as I cum, but feel free to taste it or to suck some more if you want after, just be gentle, I'll be real sensitive, okay?”
She was looking at my cock closely when I blew my wad and she got a face full. I was surprised how much spewed out of m-cum everywhere. She was not shocked or disgusted; she wiped it out of her eyes and tasted it, licking up a small amount and then taking a large gob of it and shoving it under her tongue. Deciding it tasted good she went back to sucking and licking until I was dry.
“It smells weird,” she said.
“You'll get used to it.”
“You're soft now,” she said, confused.
I said, “You girls have got it better than us men. You can blow your top and be ready for action in nothing flat, takes us a while to reload. Don't worry, I'll be ready to give you what you want and lots of it. We'll just do other things for a while first.”