Juliet Gladstone - Twice As Nice

He'd been the first. She'd come to him a virgin, wanting to learn, and he'd taught her well.

She came to the window and pressed against him. He slipped his arms around her and held her close. Her hair was warm and sweet smelling in his nostrils and her-hands were hot on his naked flesh.

"Thank you, Uncle Jeff. I-It was wonderful. I still feel tingling all over. I never dreamed. It would be so super. I'm glad I didn't let Turner do it."

He stroked her ass, slipping his hand under the short gown so he could feel her smooth skin. "I'm glad too, baby." He kissed her lips, then turned her to the door. He opened it, listened a couple of seconds, then drew the door wide so she could slip out He waited until she went into her dark room and the door closed behind her.

Sighing, he went into the bathroom and washed up. He was bone tired. He'd sleep now.

When he woke in the morning, the sun was high, splashing across the room and warming it considerably. He should have drawn the drapes last night but he'd forgotten. It had been a long tune since he'd enjoyed such luxury as sleeping in.

He rolled, pressing his morning-hard cock to the sheet. He thought about the kid last night. It seemed impossible now, like a dream, but it had been real, he knew. Sue had come to him-by plan or design? She had been truly upset when Turner brought her home, and if Sally's explanation, was true, Jeff was beginning to believe she knew exactly what she wanted when she came into his bedroom… It hadn't been a case of "should I?" but rather "will you?" Sue wanted to be sure her first orgasm was good, that her first intercourse brought her to complete fulfillment. Jeff happened on the scene when she needed someone-anyone. A handy prick, that's what he'd been.

He grinned and rolled to his back, throwing off the covers and letting the warm air drift over him. He looked down at his cock, standing at full attention as though saluting a woman. He almost wished the kid was here now.

He showered and shaved, dressed in gray slacks and a blue sport shirt open at the throat. He studied his reflection in the mirror. He looked different, calmer, less haggard. The sex sessions with his two young nieces had done him a world of good. The horrors of the past months were easing, leaving him. Maybe he'd be okay soon. Maybe he could put his life back together.

He found Sally and Sue in the dining room with Larry. The other man looked up, smiled, holding out his hand.

"Good to see you again, Jeff. It's been a long time. Hope you're planning a nice long visit."

"I haven't decided yet, Larry." Jeff flicked a glance at the twins who seemed to be concentrating on their grapefruit. "Missed you last night."

Larry grunted. "Worked late. You know how it is."

Jeff agreed and only half listened as Larry talked around the edges of real conversation, telling bits of business news, commenting on world conditions.

Larry was gray and slightly balding, and he looked older than his sixty-five years. There was a tension in his face, one that seemed more than what a man of his means should have. Larry was a top-notch broker, and he had no money worries at least. Jeff was pretty sure he wasn't the type to worry about his wandering wife either. Maybe it was just the pressure of business. Plenty of rich bastards succumbed to that.

Then Larry was pushing away his coffee cup and getting up. "I have a few things to get together before I leave for the office. You'll excuse me?"

"Sure." Jeff refilled his coffee cup and lit a cigarette,.dropping the match hi a silver and onyx ashtray Sally handed him from the sideboard. She winked at him and then got up to follow her father from the dining room.

Sue shifted and stared at her plate. When she finally raised her eyes, she smiled shyly. Jeff grinned at her.

"Good morning," he said solemnly.

She blushed. "Good morning." Then she giggled, unable to control her delight. "I still feel wonderful," she whispered.

"So do I. What's on the docket for today?"

"What would you like to do?" She was eager to please.

"Are you going out with your friends?"

She shook her head. "Turner called this morning but I told him I was busy."

"You shouldn't have done that. I don't expect you to give up your social life just because I'm here." He blew smoke and stared at her.

She blushed, and she looked very pretty. "I wanted to. I mean, I thought maybe you'd like to go somewhere or do something. Sally's going to be around too."

He glanced toward the door. "Where'd she go?"

"She helps dad get his stuff together. She'll be back. Why don't we sit out on the patio? You can bring your coffee if you like."

"Sure, why not?" He picked up his cup and followed her out to the patio at the rear of the house.

Sally closed the den door and snapped the lock. Her father smiled at her as he settled onto the leather couch along a book-lined wall.

"You look very nice this morning, my dear."

"Thanks, dad. You got in late. I guess I fell asleep. I tried to wait up for you."

"It doesn't matter. I was very tired." He sighed. "It was a particularly trying day at the office. That Clayborn deal-"'He shook his head. "No matter, that's of no importance now. Come here."

She moved to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him, smiling and unzipping his slacks and pulling them down over his hips as he helped' her. She unsnapped his boxer shorts, pulled them aside and looked down at the nest of dark hair, shot well with gray, over his genitals. "Lieback," she told him.

He moved like an obedient child, falling back against the cool leather and closing his eyes, staring at her through narrow slits. She picked up a small yellow pillow and pushed it under his head. He smiled and stroked her amber hair.

"You're a delightful child, Sally."

"Ssshh, relax."

She bent to his body, lifting the flaccid penis from its nest and stroking it gently. She tugged at the loose foreskin, opening the drawstring of the end and forcing the tip of his cockhead to bud out. She bent farther and caressed the silky head with her lips. The old man sighed. She darted her tongue over the cock, teasing and tempting it. The organ struggled, wanting to come alive for her. She took it between her lips and chewed at it gently, tongue darting and probing all the while. Then she closed her mouth around the wrinkled old tool, sucking it lovingly and drawing it out. The cock began to harden, slightly but surely. Sally smiled and sucked at it harder.

She cupped her hand under his balls and massaged them carefully. The hard, unseen nuts were tiny, withered with age. Yet his body excited her and she liked to play with him and bring him back to some shadow of the man he must have been in his youth.

She thought about the first time with him. It was after she'd fucked a couple of the kids at school and found them sadly lacking, all fumbling hands and quick comes that left her angry and unsatisfied. She'd been in her room, and thinking herself alone in the house had not made sure the door was closed tight. She'd undressed and was standing in front of the big mirror, studying her body and wondering what it would feel like to be totally satisfied, to experience orgasm the way she knew it could be experienced. She fondled her breasts, squeezing and lifting the small mounds of flesh that had just begun to develop. Then she touched her pubic mound, raking her fingertips through the thin haze of hair that was also part of her approaching womanhood. She spread her legs, felt between them, bent so she could study her private parts in the glass. She found the tiny trigger of her clitoris and excited herself until she was panting and moaning softly. She wanted to come, she wanted to feel the thrill of true orgasm. The sex play she'd indulged in with the fumbling teenagers had only whetted her appetite. She wanted a feast of love, and she knew her body was ready for it-if only a teacher would come along.