Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Tabby Awakens  
Keywords: M/f, rom, first, virgin, oral
Summary: A waif becomes a woman and a lover.

I took Tabby in two years ago. She had been only seventeen then, a child who had been alternately neglected and worked like Cinderella. She had never been sexually abused; her parents had never seen her as being human enough for that, maybe, or maybe they were less depraved than that. But she had been subjected to a regimen of scolding and chores that filled her hours and overwhelmed her, varied only by days when her parents had seemed to forget her entirely. Her parents’ demands had left her too little time for schoolwork so that she was well behind her classmates and thought herself to be stupid.
On top of that, she had always been small for her age and she had several health problems. One of them was a form of alopecia, of hair loss that left her looking scraggly. You can imagine what school was like for a small girl with shabby clothes, ratty hair and poor achievement.
I had known Tabby most of her life as her neighbor. I would learn that I was nearly the only adult who had ever spoken to her with any degree of affection or as if I had some idea she was worth knowing. She had come to me in a state of despair bordering on suicidal. I had spoken with her parents and we had reached an understanding. Without bothering the courts, Tabby moved into my home and she became my responsibility. With only a reasonable set of household tasks and with an atmosphere of love and expectation, she had bloomed. I took her to an excellent doctor who was able to find a course of treatment that brought Tabby’s scalp into a much better condition. Tabby’s hair would always be very fine and thin if one looked, but her improved appearance had lifted her confidence greatly.
Seventeen years of being the servant, the object of jokes and bullying and sometimes of pity, had left her starved of affection and self-esteem. Tabby’s onset of puberty had been delayed by her medical issues and maybe by a psychological reaction to her ugly home situation. Once she was on a responsible treatment plan, she had gone from looking about ten years old to looking about – well, twelve anyway. Her menses had begun after she became my ward and her breasts had finally budded.
Since she was so child-like, I had been comfortable holding her in my lap, snuggling with her at my side in the evenings and generally treating her as I might a seven-year-old daughter. As she had developed physically, I had become concerned because I was responding to her as a young woman rather than as a child – I was developing a strong desire for her body as well as for her company and for her well-being.
I always looked in on her when I went to bed. She had experienced night terrors frequently at first, something that she thought was normal. Normal – to be terrified of falling asleep because of how awful your waking life was! She was astounded when I would gently wake her and hold her until the night-fears would fade and she would fall back asleep.
I found one evening that she was playing with herself – she was masturbating, but that seems such a rude word. She was lying on her tummy under her blanket, pressing her small breasts into her sheet and I could see her hips moving rapidly under her blanket. I stepped back out silently, of course, and I was cheered by the idea that she was discovering pleasures. On another occasion, which I suspected was on purpose, I happened to see her lying on her tummy, her blanket pushed aside, her legs bare under her sleep shirt. In the soft light I could see she had her hands under her. Her sleep shirt was pulled up and I knew she had her hands in her panties. From the moaning sounds, she was getting along just fine. This happened now and then, perhaps once a month or every few weeks. I never mentioned these little shows but we did talk at times about her development.
“Your figure is so nicely formed now, Tabby. My little stick has grown a bit of fruit.”
“Oh, uncle, that’s a nice thing to say.”
“Have you grown some ‘down there’?” I asked as delicately as I could manage.
Tabby blushed prettily. “What do you mean, uncle?”
“You’re eighteen now. You should be learning that your body is fun. You are learning it, I know.”
Again Tabby blushed, more deeply. “Yes, but is that okay?”
“Sex is one of God’s gifts,” I told her. “He uses it to keep our kind going and He uses it to bless us.” We would have versions of this conversation once in a while, which is one reason I was sure that my little one was making sure I saw her at play sometimes.
Our relationship changed one night that began as normally as any. Tabby was enjoying a bubble bath that I had run for her. I was sitting up on my bed with a book. I heard the tub drain and the hair dryer run. Then Tabby came into my room. Her hair was fluffy from her dryer; she was wearing her sleeping shirt. I could see the outline of her panties underneath it. Her small breasts showed as mounds under her sleeping shirt, mounds with marked points on them.
“You’re so lovely, especially right now, so clean and fresh from your bath.”
Tabby smiled at me. “Thank you, uncle.”
I swung around on the bed and made a lap. I patted my thighs. Tabby jumped on my knees and hugged my neck.
“You are such a sweet girl,” I said.
“Uncle, can you teach me about kissing?” Tabby asked. She looked quite serious and I took her seriously.
“I can, if you like. I would have thought you would learn it from one of the young fellows at school.”
Tammy made a face. “I’m a ghost to them,” she said. “And it’s my own doing. I keep far from everyone, uncle, except for you. I have to learn from you.” I held her closely and kissed her small, delicate lips. She put her arms around my neck and kissed back. Tabby was tentative at first but she quickly gained confidence and she nibbled her lips against mine.
Tabby was surprised when I opened my lips and mouth so that her lips were between mine, rather than on them. She pulled back for a moment. “What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s more about kissing,” I answered. “It seems funny at first but most girls like it after a couple of tries.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Tabby asked. She looked eager but also understandably hesitant. This was new territory to her affection-starved young spirit – two years had made inroads but there was a lot of ground lost.
“When we kiss in a moment, I’ll open my lips and my mouth. When you feel me do that, open your lips and mouth a little against mine. Then lift your tongue just a bit and see what I do.” I rubbed her back to help reassure her; I could feel the smoothness of her young, small body under her sleep shirt.
I gently drew Tabby to me and touched our lips. I opened mine as I had said and Tabby followed my action. I extended my tongue very slightly and eased it past her teeth to touch the tip of her tongue. When our tongues touched, Tabby started in my lap but she kept her position and kept her lips against mine. I pulled my tongue back; a moment later, like a kitten trying out a toy, Tabby’s tongue came between my teeth and touched my tongue.
Tabby’s sleep shirt came about halfway along her thighs as she sat on my lap. The back of her shirt had been pushed up some as she jumped eagerly into my arms. I stroked her tender skin between her knees and the hem of her sleep shirt on top. Tabby disengaged from my mouth and pulled her head back, keeping her arms firmly around my neck. “That feels very nice,” she said and giggled. “I touch myself on my legs sometimes and it feels nice but it’s nicer when you do it to me.”
As we kissed, I played more boldly with Tabby’s legs. I extended my reach up her outer thigh to touch her cotton panties at times and I brought my hand over the top her thighs and then lower between them at each pass. Tabby opened her thighs a little more each time I brought my hand over the smooth flesh on top and I accepted this invitation to move higher on the inside of her thighs toward the fold of her panties over her mons. Her mound was small and well defined in her white cotton panties and I was very eager to reach this goal. I knew that my eagerness had to give way to her wish, to her readiness for me to touch more.
After a long, delicious time of working my way up Tabby’s thigh, I gently drew my finger along the leg band of her panties. I stroked my fingers on her mound over her soft panties.
Tabby’s big brown eyes looked into mine between kisses. “Uncle, will you touch me like I touch myself?”
“Darling one, I adore you. I love your body too. Yes, I’ll touch you. Then we’re going to make love.”
Tabby looked at me thoughtfully. “Is making love the same as having sex?”
“When sweethearts really make love, they have sex. But it’s making love only if we want to make each other happy, not just make ourselves happy. I want to be happy having sex with you and I want you to be happy having sex, so it’s making love.”
“I read about sex and making love in some of the books you got me,” Tabby said. “It sounds so good. I hoped we would do it soon.”
“Well, soon is now. Have you read some of the virgin stories?”
“Oh, yes, they’re my favorites. I want to star in one like that!” Tabby giggled.
“I hope it will be like a story,” I said. “When a girl has sex for the first time, it usually feels kind of funny. Some girls have some pain, too, and it can’t be helped. If we start and things feel bad to you, I will stop if you want me to.”
“All the guys in the virgin stories are gentle and slow,” Tabby said. “Is that what you’re going to do?”
“Yes, dear one, gently and slowly so you will like it. It would be a sin if I made your first time at sex a scary thing.”
Tabby looked thoughtful again. “I am a little scared,” she answered. “But I’ll be a little scared whenever I try this, won’t I?”
“Yes, most girls are. Especially for you, after you’ve been hurt by people who were supposed to love you and care for you. I’ve wanted to make love with you but I was worried about hurting you. Or worried that if I asked, you would agree only because of gratitude.”
Tabby put her head on my shoulder. “I am grateful, Uncle. But I want to make love with you because I want you. I think you’re the only man I can love.” She leaned against me and put her head on my shoulder again. “When you hold me on the sofa or you bring me onto your lap, I feel safe.” She giggled and then looked serious again. “And I feel horny too.”
“You’re awfully young to think that way about a man who is almost forty.”
“Uncle, my life is different from other girls. You know that. My life is always going to be different. Let me have this one difference that I want. Please.”
“Oh, how much I want to do this.” I cast all normal ideas aside. What was fitting for others was wrong for Tabby; what would be wrong for another was right for my darling little girl.
“Well,” I said, “we’ll go one step at a time. Each step will be up to you. Let’s start by taking off your top and seeing what’s going on with your lovely little buds.” I lifted the hem of Tabby’s sleeping shirt and she raised her arms. I loved watching her breasts lift as she raised them. I pulled her top slowly over her head. I enjoyed every moment as I watched her tummy and then her breasts come into sight. I was just as happy to see her delicate legs and her clean white panties around her hips.
I laid her sleeping shirt aside. I touched her tiny nipples and caressed her small breast mounds softly. Leaning forward, I licked each nipple and kissed them. It was kind of an awkward position but I continued to play with her breasts with my mouth and my hand. When my mouth was busy, I caressed Tabby’s thighs with my free hand.
We enjoyed her breasts for quite a while. Every time Tabby shifted on my lap, my erect penis in my jeans would push against her bare thigh or her hip. I was also patting her bottom as best I could as she sat on my lap but I couldn’t get a very good grip on it. When I felt her trembling on my lap, I said, “Let’s do the next thing. Stand up, darling. I’m going to take your panties off.”
Tabby stood between my thighs and I kissed her nipples again. She looked wonderful. She was a marvelous blend of child and woman. Her white cotton panties were smooth around her hips and they clung to her mound. It wasn’t a camel toe, it was much prettier. “Turn around,” I said. “I want to see your bottom in your panties before I take them off of you.” Tabby turned. Her back was smooth and lovely; her bottom was tiny and round and cute. I patted her on her panties and her bottom felt delightfully soft and yet firm. Tabby looked over her shoulder and smiled as I tickled up the backs of her thighs and patted her panties again. I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her back to face me. Her nipples were tiny but they were very high points on her creamy, tiny breasts.
I put my hands onto her panties, my fingers just inside the waistband, and she placed her hands on top of mine. “What is going to happen to me after you take my panties off?” she asked shyly. Her brown eyes were very large.
I smiled and I moved my arms up onto her bare back. I pulled her close to me, kissed her throat, and put her back in my lap. “You’ve read enough to know what happens during sex,” I said. “It’s not going to happen to you. You and I will share an experience that I believe you will enjoy as much as I expect to enjoy it. After I take your panties off and you are naked, I’m going to trade places with you. You’re going to kneel here on the bed and you’re going to take my shirt off of me. Then you’ll take off my pants and pull down my underpants, kind of like I’m going to do when I pull your panties down.
“That big lump you’ve been feeling against you is my penis. A lot of people call it a cock.”
“I knew that. I know what cocks are for. I’ve never seen one or used one.” Tabby giggled again. “I’ve seen pictures on the Internet.”
“Well, you’ve been feeling my penis because it’s hard. It gets hard when a man or a boy wants to have sex, when a pretty girl like you has made him horny.
“You remember when I saw you playing with yourself under your blanket. I told you that it was a good thing, a gift to enjoy. You’ve liked putting your fingers into your vagina. After I take off your panties and you take my clothes off of me, we’re going to lie on the bed together naked. I’m going to put my penis into your vagina.”
“That’s sex.”
“Yes, but first we’ll play a lot with your vagina.”
“My pussy,” Tabby said. “Like I do.”
“Yes, kind of like you do, but a lot of girls think it’s more fun when someone else touches their pussies. And I’m going to play with your nipples more and kiss them and touch them. I’m going to play with all of your body and you will play with mine. When your pussy is as wet as I think I can get it, I’m going to put my penis inside you, like you do with your fingers.” 
“Into my vagina. My pussy.” Tabby got up from my lap and stood before me again. She took my hands and put them on her panties. “Please, take my panties off. Make me naked and then let me make you naked.”
“Gladly,” I said. I slipped my fingers back into the waistband of her panties. I noticed that there was a definite damp area between Tabby’s legs. I kissed her smooth tummy and I slipped her simple white panties down in back. I paused to caress her bare bottom as she giggled. Then I eased her panties down in front to just below her lovely mons.
Tabby’s mons was utterly bare – smooth skin with no hint of hair or of stubble. There was a small almond-shaped rise of the soft flesh, a fatty pad that pleased my eye. Tabby looked down at herself. “I’m a little ashamed of that,” she said. “The doctor said it was part of my skin thing, that I’m just bare down there and under my arms. Even my legs are bare. He told me I was lucky to have hair on my head.” The young tender girl giggled. “He’s the only other guy who has ever wanted to look there.”
I smiled. “I bet some others have wanted to, even if they didn’t say it,” I told her. “And I supposed Dr. James was all business but I bet he enjoyed looking anyway. I sure do.”
“It’s okay that I’m so bare?” she said. “I look like I’m in sixth grade.”
“Oh, seventh grade. You’d be lovely with hair and your smooth body is also lovely,” I said. “In a little bit, I’ll lick your vagina. You’ll probably like that more because your vagina is smooth and soft. I know I like it better.” I continued lowering my sweet little thing’s panties to the floor and she stepped out of them. She turned slowly around so I could enjoy all of her tiny, smooth body.
For all that she was almost twenty, Tabby looked like a girl in first pubescence – fresh, smooth, small. Her expression was an interesting mixture of innocence, eagerness and nervousness. Even after two years in my home, two years of success at school and tender regard from me, she was strongly affected by the years that had gone before, the years of loneliness and bullying. Of course she was affected; she always would be, but I hoped not always harmed.
Those thoughts passed through my mind briefly as Tabby pulled me to my feet and hugged me. I cuddled her naked body against me and then she turned us around so she could hop onto the bed. Kneeling as I had suggested, she eagerly pulled my shirt up and I helped her get it over my head. With a clumsiness born of eagerness and the newness of this experience, she fumbled my jeans open and pulled down my zipper. Eagerly she tugged the jeans down to see my underpants and the bulge that made a lodgepole in them. I quickly stepped out of the puddled denim and stood as Tabby began tugging at my underpants.
It was a great pleasure to me to have her eager hands pull my underwear down, to feel her soft touch on my bottom and then on my penis as she held my shaft with one hand and worked my waistband down with the other. When my hard member was free of the cotton, she pushed my underwear down as low as she easily could. They fell to the floor and I kicked them away.
I almost landed on top of my little sugar-plum fairy as she pulled me onto the bed beside her. She pushed me onto my back and knelt beside me. I enjoyed watching the play of her small breasts as she bent over me. Her eyes were very large as she touched and then stroked my penis.
“That all has to go into me? Into my pussy?” she asked. The nervous look was stronger than it had been a minute before.
“Yes, dear one, all of it will go into you. Into your sweet vagina.”
“But I can barely get a tampon in. How does that fit in?”
“Well, “I smiled at her, “we’re talking about two different ideas here. How excited are you when you put in a tampon?”
“Excited? You’re joking.”
“Yes, but how excited are you now?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m very excited. I’m awfully horny.”
“You must feel some wetness when you play with yourself.”
“Yes, and it smells a little funny.”
I smiled again. “I can smell it even now. Your excitement makes you wet and being wet means my penis can slide into you more easily. Now, squeeze my penis.”
Tabby did so, to my obvious delight. She giggled in spite of her concern. “Yes, it kind of squeezes, all right. Will that help it fit?”
“Yes, and it feels very good when it gets squeezed. Your vagina is supposed to be tight so both of us will have fun. But your vagina also stretches. Do you know what a hymen is?”
“Yes, the doctor asked me if I had had sex when I saw him the last time. I said no, but he said my hymen was gone anyway.”
“Virgins don’t always have hymens. When a virgin does have her hymen, it has to open when she has her first sex experience and that’s usually what hurts. If your hymen gave way some other time, then you are more likely to enjoy this experience. Now, lie here beside me, please, little one.”
Tabby lay on her back. Her face was back in nervous mode, her eyes large and her expression solemn. I lay on my side and pressed my body against hers. I delighted in the feel of her nakedness pressing against my own bare flesh at full length. I lay partially across Tabby’s lovely, tiny form and I kissed her neck. As I kissed her neck, I nibbled so my moustache would tickle her. I held her nipple between my thumb and my fingers, gently turning and caressing it. As I tongued Tabby’s throat, I also stroked over each of her breasts. I spent extra time on the smooth flesh on the underside of each breast. I love that area.
As I caressed Tabby’s breasts and I nibbled her throat, I gently draped my leg across her thigh. This more intimate touch seemed both to arouse her and to make her apprehensive.
I shifted my hand from her breast to her side and I tickled her. I went up her bare chest and ribs into her armpit, wriggling my fingers like a spider and making her laugh until she gasped. “That’s the first time you’ve tickled me in months,” she laughed.
“I had to pretend I wasn’t hot for you,” I said. “I’ve always known you were lovely but you’ve spent the last year blossoming into a very sexy girl and I didn’t think I’d ever get to do this.”
“It was always going to be you, uncle,” Tabby said. “What other things are you going to do?”
“Let me help you get used to being touched,” I answered. I shifted my body to keep maximum contact between our naked forms and to make it easier to touch all of Tabby’s lovely body. I caressed her nipples again and then stroked down between her small mounds and down Tabby’s tummy. I went down about halfway between Tabby’s navel and her mons. I stroked her gently this way several times. “Do you like that?” I asked.
“Oh, oh, yes I do,” she said. “Will you touch me further down?”
“Do you want me to touch you between your legs?” I asked.
“I’ve wanted you to do this for months,” she said. “Oh, touch me more.”
I started between Tabby’s breasts again. I stroked slowly and softly down her tummy, over her navel, and all the way down to her almond-shaped mound. When I reached it, I repeated the strokes several times. Tabby was squirming and pushing her body against mine.
I stroked down again. This time I stroked over Tabby’s mound and then into the fold of delicate skin below her mons. Her fold parted and I felt her clitoris for the first time. Tabby gasped loudly. Even as she pulled her hips away for a moment, Tabby pulled my chest tighter to her and kissed me.
“That’s good, uncle. It’s so different.”
“Do you need me to stop?” I asked.
“Just to pause a minute,” she answered in a gasp. We adjusted and I played with Tabby’s breasts again. When her breathing had slowed, I stroked down her tummy again and again I placed my finger in her delicate fold. This time she pushed against me to make the contact with my finger firmer. I eased my thumb into position so that her hood and clitoris were between my thumb and a couple of my fingers. I squeezed tentatively at first; as Tabby became more aroused and enthused, I rubbed and squeezed more firmly. Tabby rewarded me with a trembling, moaning episode of ecstasy.
“Oh, uncle, that was like when I play with myself but it was a lot stronger,” she said.
“It’s called orgasm,” I told her. “At least I think you had an orgasm.”
“I think so too,” she said. “Whatever happened, I want it to happen some more.”
I wanted it to happen also. I was about to move down, to kiss and lick Tabby on her thighs and between her legs, but she pushed me on to my back instead. “I want to know more about you,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to be my toy for a while.”
I lay back as Tabby began exploring my body. She sat half-up and used one of her tiny, soft hands to squeeze her way up and down my penis. I made small noises of pleasure. Tabby looked at me and giggled. Then she began gently touching and stroking around my testicles and my thighs. Impishly she went below my groin to cop a feel of my bottom. Tabby even took a deep breath, then bent over and kissed my glans. I might have asked her to take it into her mouth but I thought it would be too much just then.
Tabby spent five minutes or so exploring my groin. She stretched beside me again, put her hand on my penis, and laid her head on my shoulder. “Uncle, I like this,” she said. “My vagina is very wet and everything tingles from my pussy out. I’m not quite ready to try to bring you inside me, though.”
“We’ll wait until you are,” I said. “I’ll do some things to help make you more ready. Turn onto your tummy, sweet one.”
Tabby lay on her tummy as I asked. I had her lie on her tummy mostly for my own fun; I loved the shape of her bottom and I wanted to look at it and play with it. I knelt across Tabby’s naked thighs and I rubbed her down from her shoulders, across her lower back, and then onto her bare little bottom. As I rubbed her soft bottom, I knew someday I would want to spank her over my lap. I also knew that would have to be another time.
I tickled Tabby as I massaged her and she giggled wonderfully. Putting my arms on each side of her arms, I stretched myself out and I lay on her back so that my penis was tucked between the cheeks of her bottom. “Uncle,” she said, startled. “You’re not going to try – try that – are you?”
I smiled at her as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Maybe someday, dear one, if you want to try it. But this is just a fun way to feel your body.”
Tabby relaxed under me. “I didn’t think you would,” she said. “I was just surprised. It does feel nice.” She wiggled her bottom and opened her legs so that my penis was clamped tighter in her bottom. I rubbed back and forth; it was nearly as good as intercourse in her vagina would be.
I was very close to coming and I wanted to calm myself while I made Tabby more excited. I knelt beside my little one and helped her turn onto her back again. I began by licking and kissing her breasts some more. I was rewarded with little excited noises and squirming thighs. I continued kissing down Tabby’s body as I had done with my hand earlier. I trailed my tongue from Tabby’s navel to her mound and to the soft fold between her legs.
I had used my tongue to please women before. My experience favored what I had now: a mons veneris as smooth as my darling’s breast was. I started by gently putting my lips on her fold. When Tabby seemed to relax from the first sensation of my tongue on her clitoris, I worked my tongue in her fold and then more deeply, more urgently against her clitoris. Tabby made it difficult; she was crying now with enthusiasm and pleasure and she was bucking her hips up and down vigorously. When I tried to lift my head, concerned that I was irritating her or doing too much, I was astounded when she seized the back of my head and pushed it back down. Well, I could take a hint.
I continued to tongue Tabby’s smooth vagina and her clitoris vigorously. I flicked my tongue and even chewed lightly and suckled. Tabby came again about the time my mouth was giving out.
Tabby cried out in pleasure and relief and fell back onto the pillows. I pulled myself up beside her, got her on her side and pulled her head into my shoulder. After a moment to catch my breath, I said, “So, you seemed to like that.”
Tabby managed to blush even though she was naked, had been fondled to an orgasm, had handled my genitals, and had just experienced oral sex and another orgasm. Of course it was natural; this was her first shared sexual experience and it was very new, even if we were covering a lot of ground.
“Yes, uncle, it was … very nice,” she said. Then she said, “No, it was fricking awesome. But there’s one more big event, uncle.”
“Yes, dear one. I’ve liked everything we’ve done and my favorite part comes up next.” I knew how wet my darling one was. She was in a perfect condition to receive a man for her first time. I had a towel in the bed’s headboard for my own use. I took the towel. “Tabby, sweet one, lift your bum a moment, please,” I said. I tucked the towel under her bottom. I had once read a line about who had to sleep on the wet spot and I had used a towel to prevent wet spots ever since. Tabby seemed to understand immediately, although I didn’t explain. Tabby opened her thighs widely and again I drank in the sight of her marvelous naked body, of her lovely mons, of her vagina which she was eager for me to use.
Eager she might be, wet as could be, but still a virgin. Even with her hymen gone, she would find it odd and scary for me to work my penis into her vagina and all the way to its base. I must go carefully so she could enjoy the experience, even its scariness.
I moved between Tabby’s knees. I lay forward and took my weight mostly on my arm and a little on Tabby’s tummy. I rubbed my penis between my belly and Tabby’s and I kissed her. As we kissed and our tongues tangled, I used my free hand to rub my penis in the first half-inch of Tabby’s vagina. Then I pushed ever so slightly into her.
Tabby’s vagina was as tight as I could well imagine. The sensation of my penis beginning to stretch her opening obviously startled her. Her eyes were very wide and her mouth made the most interesting O. I whispered, “There, darling, there it begins.”
“Oh, uncle, I didn’t know what to expect. I still don’t. But keep going, please.”
I put just a tiny bit of weight forward and the head of my penis was now inside Tabby. I pulled back to get some sensation for myself and also to begin giving Tabby the idea of what the act would feel like. After a moment I eased in a little further. Tabby’s tight, warm, wet vagina was clinging to my penis as if to pull me inside by its own will. I continued to ease forward. Each time I entered a little further I would make a few rocking motions. Some of this was obviously working on Tabby’s clitoris; she was gasping and her O was a smile now. It may have taken five or even ten minutes to place my penis fully inside Tabby’s delightful pussy. I whispered endearments and encouragements all the time; I know Tabby heard my voice but I doubt she knew what I was saying. I could probably have recited poetry. My voice seemed to help her, though.
Several times I asked, “Is that hurting or does that feel good?” Tabby heard that. Each time she gasped, “Uncle, uncle, go more, please.”
When I had my penis fully in her vagina, deep in a fog of pleasure, I asked her, “Tabby, shall I go in and out?” I couldn’t think of a better way of saying it; I wasn’t going to lessen this event by using terms like “fuck” or “screw”.
I wasn’t, but Tabby was, except it didn’t lessen anything. “Uncle, that’s called screwing, isn’t it? Yes, yes, please. Screw me. I like this so much. But please, still softly.”
I pulled out nearly completely but not quite. I pushed forward again but carefully rather than forcefully. In terms of my own pleasure, Tabby’s vagina and her entire body against mine were all the pleasure I could ask for. I pulled back and pushed in again. I made sure I was making good contact with Tabby’s clitoris on each stroke and soon she was crying out in the sound I was sure meant another orgasm.
My own orgasm was upon me. It was marvelous; it had been probably eight years since I’d had sex and it had been twenty years since I’d had sex with a virgin. I had never had sex with a girl-woman like this, nor with any woman I loved more than this tiny Tabby of mine.
Tabby was right; her life could not be like the lives of other young women. For one thing, she was never going to have children because of her health problems. For another, she could not really form a bond with anyone except me. She was friendly and kind. As an adult, people liked her and respected her. But she could only be close with one person and I was that fortunate soul. Our bond, which would become marriage soon, would always be the uncle-niece bond, the daddy-little-girl or age-play bond. Had she not found love with me, she would not have found it at all.