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Avatar Tales - Tale 8 - Explorations	By : Seaman Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Explorations
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Explorations
Toph visits Iroh for some education
Iroh, Toph - Mf, Fingering, Oral, Anal
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Iroh was closing the Jasmine Dragon hours later than usual. There had been an unexpected event – some kind of earthbending festival – on the street outside. Lots of eager young earthbenders, keen on showing off their skills, had thronged the streets and quite a few of them wound up in the Dragon when they got thirsty for tea or simply wanted to sit for a spell. At last the flood of customers had ebbed and Iroh could take down the noren and close the wooden doors with a clear conscience.
Jin, his night waitress, was bringing a last trayful of empty cups to the counter at the back of the shop. “Leave ‘em right there,” Iroh said. “I’ll wash ‘em in the morning.” He handed her an envelope heavy with coins and scrip. “Here’s some extra for the overtime. I’ll give you more tomorrow once I figure out how much we took in.”
The young woman smiled as she reached around the end of the counter to take up her purse. It fairly bulged with its own contents before she stuffed the envelope inside. “Don’t worry about it, Iroh–” It had taken him months to get her to stop calling sir. “–tips were quite good tonight.”
Iroh had no doubt they were. Despite being well endowed Jin would wear no blouse or undergarment beneath the robe she wore when serving. The robe’s weave was heavy enough that her nipple bumps did not show under the single layer but her unbound breasts could move quite provocatively when she walked – if she chose to let them. Iroh admired the skill she used in movement and discernment. If she figured the customers would not appreciate a little female charm with their tea, her liquid glide offered no hint that she was loose under her clothing. On the other hand if she felt the customer would appreciate the show – and many of tonight’s customers certainly fit that category – the bounding, oscillating movements of her generous pair inside the robe could be quite mesmerizing.
Furthermore, she could bend over a bit in the act of pouring the tea causing the robe to gape open – or not, depending on the tips received. Iroh had observed her at the counter many times, making a quick adjustment to the robe and belt holding it closed so she’d show just a hint of cleavage, or a bit of boob, or even the pair of them suspended inside the fallen-away garment, bare to the nipple. The last would be the result of a slow escalation of rising tips over a period of time. Her regular customers would take a table in the back corner so she could put on her several second show without attracting the attention of those who might not appreciate it. So far, even the stodgiest customers had not complained.
“How about her?” Jin asked, glancing at the lone figure sitting at one of the tables. “I can stay until she leaves, if you like.”
“Oh, she’s a dear friend. We’ll probably sit and talk for hours. No need to stay.”
She smiled. “It figures Toph Bei Fong, destroyer of an entire air fleet, and General Iroh, savior of Ba Sing Se, would know each other.”
“I hardly save all of Ba Sing Se by myself, and Toph and I met months before that day. We shared some tea, we had a nice conversation; I might have given her some advice. All in all I’m glad I met her.”
Iroh grabbed a fresh-made pot of tea off of the counter and after Jin had tied the purse to her belt, put a grandfatherly arm around her shoulder, as he escorted her to the entrance of the shop. “I just want to be sure you know how much I appreciate your staying late tonight,” he told her. True to form, she was doing her “jiggle walk” as he put it, giving her employer a small show of his own.
“Glad to do it. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this job,” she replied, and leaned in to buss him on the cheek. A soft breast pressed into his arm. She had hinted more than once that she’d like to thank him in a more pleasurable manner. He had imagined what she’d look like, crouching over him naked while working his stiff cock into her doubtless tight box but, with a little regret, he’d turned her down, telling her it was wrong for an employer to have that physical a relationship with an employee. Since then she been somewhat physical on her own. No nipple peeks like with her best customers, but letting her clothed breasts brush against him now and again and an oscillating display like she’d just done. Iroh couldn’t make up his mind whether she was teasing him for declining her advances or enticing him in an effort to make his mind change. Probably a bit of both.
Holding the teapot out in his left hand, he gave her shoulder a squeeze with the right before he unlatched the door. “Good night; be safe.”
“Always,” was her reply. Sure enough, a young member of the city guard just happened to be lounging around just outside and took her arm to escort her and her heavy purse home.
Iroh latched the door behind her and turned toward his friend. She’d come in hours before, shortly before the rush and he’d not had any time to do more than acknowledge her presence. “So, Toph, alone at last. How have things been?”
The young earthbender was sitting with her arms extended across the table, cradling the half-empty cup in her hands. Below the long bangs partially obscuring her opaque green eyes, she gave a fleeting smile. “Well enough, I suppose, I’ve been wandering the kingdom, trying to figure what I want to do next.”
“Jasmine?” At the girl’s nod, Iroh topped off her cup then sat down opposite her. Producing a cup from his sleeve he filled it as well, then took a moment to savor its vapor before commenting, “So, I hear you went back to Gaoling.”
Toph puffed her bangs away from her face momentarily in exasperation. “Yeah, but it didn’t work out.”
“Old habits die hard?”
“I’ll say. Both my parents tried to treat me like the naïve twelve-year old I was when I left. Tried to send me to my room without any supper even. I escaped quite easily – tunneled from my bedroom.”
He smiled at the thought of trying to confine the irascible Toph in any room with access to the ground. Even if they’d thought of confining her upstairs, she’d only have left through a window, then start burrowing. “And after that?”
“I meandered my way back up here. That letter of credit from Zuko was invaluable; it meant I could take as long as I pleased without worrying about food or shelter. Still, lounging around on his stipend for the rest of my life is not something that appeals to me.” The new Fire Lord had made sure the people who had been so instrumental in ending a century-long war and redeeming his country’s reputation would not want for anything for the rest of their lives.
“I can appreciate that,” Iroh replied. The Jasmine Dragon was his personal way of keeping from going stale. The two of them sat in thought for a minute. “You’re the world’s only metalbender; do you think it ought to be kept a secret?”
“Doesn’t matter what I think. Now that people know it’s possible someone else’ll figure it out.”
Thinking she was uncommonly wise for someone so young Iroh decided to draw out a bit more of her train of thought. He was concerned about the path this new bending art might take even if it was Earth, not Fire. “It seems to me then, it would be a good idea to guide it’s appearance.”
“Become a sifu?”
Iroh nodded, then, a bit embarrassed, reinforced it for the blind girl. “Yes.”
Toph pondered a while then grinned. “I’d enjoy the ordering them around part.”
“No doubt, but there’s more than just that.”
“I’d have to acquire a building with a parade ground around it somewhere. Sounds expensive; more than Zuko’s annuity, at least up front.”
“Don’t worry about that part; I’d bankroll you, a loan you can pay off as the money comes in.”
She took a deep breath while she considered, held it a few moments, the let it out slowly. “I’ll do it. I can start looking tomorrow.”
“Glad to hear it.”
She smiled. “Guess I should call you Uncle, then. It would be different. Father has a brother but I’ve never met him; I was kept squirreled away.”
Iroh thought of Azula squirreled away in a loony-bin somewhere in the Fire Nation. “Considering how my blood-niece turned out, I’d be honored.”
There was a long silence as she sipped her tea. Long used to reading people, Iroh sensed she had something else on her mind. The silence continued while he pulled a long sip from his own cup, then decided to probe a bit.
“You have something else on your mind, Toph.”
Her cheeks colored slightly. “I am found out,” she said softly. “Should have known better than to think I could keep a secret from my Uncle Iroh.”
“Mmmm.”
Another silence while she obviously pondered how to put her thoughts into words. “It’s about boys...”
Feeling as though he’d wandered unknowing into the middle of a minefield, Iroh let his mouth speak while his brain considered which way to go. “You seem a bit young to be thinking about such things and anyway, shouldn’t you get this from your parents?” He winced as soon as he said it.
Toph laughed bitterly. “My parents still think I’m five and there’s no way I’m going back to Gaoling. You’re the only one I can talk to, Uncle Iroh. The only one I’d trust to confide in, anyway.”
“Okay, I can appreciate that, but still, aren’t you a bit young–– What are you doing!”
He meant ‘why’ actually as the ‘what’ quite apparent. In less time than he had to react, she unfastened the toggle on her banbi’s right shoulder and pushed the garment down to her waist, then repeated the action on the matching toggle of the ruqun underneath to reveal an Earth Kingdom-green bandeau on her chest. Iroh had only an instant to realize that the silk undergarment was so thin that her nipples were plainly evident before she grasped its bottom edge in both hands to hoist it upward leaving behind her nipples to bounce into view in their full glory along with the small quivering mounds they were on. They were an astonishing shade of red.
“Gah, Toph! Put those away!”
“Ha! You said ‘those,’ so I do have breasts!”
As she spoke she pinched both nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled them out an amazing distance before letting them slip free to snap back into place. The now puckered areolae with erect, mature-looking nipples jiggled before his eyes revealing how soft the small breasts they were on were.
“Well, the beginnings of breasts, anyway.”
“I’ve got pubic hair as well; a dozen of ‘em, so I’d say I was mature enough to talk about boys.”
“If you can still count them, they hardly count as pubic hair.”
He dutifully looked away for several moments until he realized the blind girl couldn’t tell where he was looking or not. Besides, she’d deliberately exposed herself to him – it wasn’t like he’d accidentally come upon her while undressing or worse, peeked. Slowly the male part of him made him return his gaze to the pubescent breasts on display across from the table. The nipples still looked stiffened.
Iroh was well aware of the wonderful variety of shape and size women’s breasts had but until just now, he’d seen only mature examples. Between a cosseted childhood in the Royal family and being busy learning how to become a general in his youth, the first pair he’d seen in life were on his wedding night belonging to the woman picked by his father to be a wife. After she’d died bearing him a son he’d had his share of dalliances over the years. Of course, whether professional or just remarkably friendly, his partners had all been well beyond the “too young” stage, a stage where the cut-off kept creeping upward as he got older until now it was somewhere in the forties. It was not only the employer/employee thing that had kept him from taking Jin up on her offer, but the feeling that she – however enthusiastic – lacked the proper seasoning a really good bed partner needs.
Jin’s breasts though had all the seasoning they needed – he’d had no qualms at all in admiring them from afar. Toph’s barely-begun pair were even to his inexperienced eyes not going to be really ready several months if not another year or two. Twin mounds scarcely rose from the earthbender’s chest, a red areola circled the summit of each and they in turn were tipped with a nipple the diameter of his little fingertip.
Ages ago when his wife had been pregnant, they’d obtained a book on child development to age twenty or so. As Lu Ten had grown Iroh’d heavily consulted the boy part of the book of course, and pretty well ignored the girl part. Still, Iroh remembered in the puberty section for girls, a series of drawings showing five stages of their young breasts’ development. He recalled how the nipple – quaintly called a papilla in the text – enlarged first while the areola grew larger in diameter and the breast formed under them. One distinct memory was how in the penultimate stage the areola formed a distinct mound on the breast’s surface only to merge back into the breast’s contour in the ultimate stage where the breasts themselves enlarged to whatever nature had decided.
The pair displayed before him showed no signs of that mound; in fact, Iroh estimated from the dimly remembered drawing that Toph had not really completed the preceding stage yet. Not nearly pendulous enough to sway, the enticing flesh did quiver from Toph’s small, involuntary motions reminding him again how soft the mounds were.
“I’ll be thirteen next week, not some little kid any more,” the topless earthbender said defiantly, breaking his contemplation of adolescent breast development.
“You know, those are awfully distracting,” he commented after a moment. “I’d really like it if they were put away again.”
Toph gave him a salacious grin and tortured him with a deliberate twitch of her shoulders. “It seems to me you’re liking them just fine the way they are; don’t forget I can detect your heartbeat and breathing, Uncle Iroh. But if we won’t get anywhere with my ‘distractions’ I’ll tuck ‘em in again.” She pulled the bandeau down and smoothed the silk over her breasts.
“That’s not helping much.” The thin, clinging silk was doing nothing to hide the mounds’ contours or the points of her erected nipples. Despite everything now being the same shade of bright green, he could even delineate the borders of each areola through the thin textile.
“Oh, very well.” She pulled up the front of her matching green ruqun and fastened the toggle. After sitting restlessly a moment she muttered, “This is just silly,” and refastened the yellow banbi as well. “There,” she said proudly. “I’m now the very model of decorum. Time for you to deliver.”
Iroh cleared his throat. “Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much they have this special way of hugging–” He stopped suddenly as Toph pealed with laughter.
“I know all about cocks and pussies and thrusting and orgasms,” she explained. “At least in my head I do.”
“You do?” asked Iroh remembering back to how much he’d known at age thirteen: practically nothing.
“Oh, yeah. When the Gaang was here in town, Suki showed Katara and me how good it feels to make love with another girl. In between... well, in between we did a lot of talking. Suki’s been active since she was like eight, with other Kyoshi Warriors at first then Sokka – she’d been boinking him for months by then. Katara and Aang had only gotten as far as breast play then but she may well be boinking him by now.
“Anyhow, I’ve learned as much about sex as I can through talking and on the female side, I’ve even had a couple sets of pussies and boobs to play with besides my own.” She paused. “What I’m lacking is knowing anything real about the male side. I mean, sure, Suki and Katara both have described the what the penis and scrotum look like on their boys but I’ve never actually seen one – they wouldn’t lend me their boyfriends even for just educational purposes.
“Imagine, Uncle, when you were just finding out about what girls had ‘down there’ and all you had were your friends’ descriptions. I’d bet you found some pictures pretty quick.”
“I did at that,” replied Iroh, thinking back to a set of extremely explicit engravings he’d inherited from an older cadet.
Toph waved her hand in front of her unseeing eyes. “Well, for me, pictures wouldn’t do, and there’s a surprising lack of anatomically correct dolls or statues out there, at least one big enough where the guy had more than a nub.”
“Well,” said Iroh cautiously. “One would think boys about your age would be up for... an exchange of information.”
Toph’s laugh was short and mirthless. “Oh, I tried a few times and got either of two reactions. He’d be overwhelmed by the thought of seeing real, live female parts and run away, or he’d be over-anxious to see real, live female parts and be poking before I was ready. The last one pushed me down on the sofa we were on and was groping my chest and between my legs without so much as a by-your-leave. I... reacted. Strongly.” She had a small, sardonic smile. “They tell me he’ll recover completely, someday.”
Iroh considered the damage an enraged Toph could mete out and thought the kid was lucky he wasn’t dead. Then he wondered which of the two responses he’d have had if a real, live female had offered a show-and-tell when he was twelve or thirteen. Probably the former, he thought to himself.
“The point is, Uncle, I need an older man, one who isn’t afraid to expose himself to a young person like me and one who isn’t so anxious for his first piece of nooky as to take advantage. I mean, I might like to do some fooling around but I’d like things to stop if I get anxious.”
Iroh thought of standing naked before a girl in early adolescence letting him fondle his package. Then the male part of him thought of what she had insinuated by “fooling around” and wondered what she’d look like nude. Those quivering mounds of her breasts, a doubtless tight, flawless ass, the split of her vulva visible behind a dozen hairs, her cunny itself. Probably like a rosebud just beginning to open, he thought to himself.
Then his larger head took charge again. It would be wrong to do anything with her, he thought, not to mention I could get into a lot of trouble. He stood up resolutely. “Well, let’s talk about it, and I mean talk.” He stood up.
“Okay, Uncle Iroh,” the young girl said meekly, and she stood up as well.
The two walked to the back of the shop, Iroh still holding the teapot. Toph took hold of his empty hand and moved it to the top of her shoulder. It felt warm under his palm and he could feel the muscles move with her gait, making him smile in an avuncular reflex.
They passed the counter then through the corded noren dividing his living space from the common area at the front of the shop. Taking her hand, he lead her to an easy chair facing a small warming stove across from a rug and a companion chair. “Sit in this nice, comfy chair and we’ll talk all about it.” Leaving her there he went to the sink, continuing, “Just let me make a fresh pot of jasmine.”
He rinsed out the pot, continuing, “You know it’s quite natural for someone your age, girl or boy, to be curious about the other sex. I remember when I was thirteen–”
He broke off at the sound of an odd chank behind him. Turning around, no one was there. “Toph?”
He noticed that the lamp he’d left lit on the wall in his bedroom was casting a yellow rectangle onto the floor of the living room/kitchen of his apartment. In the rectangle was Toph’s shadow, moving about. Leaving the pot, he quickly walked to the doorway to find his friend with her back to him, bare to the waist. Beside her was a pile of clothes, her wide belt on the bottom – that must have been what made the sound – banbi, ruqun, and silk bandeau on top.
Her hands were at the waist of her baji and in another moment, she bent forward to push them to the ground, exposing her underwear. They were the usual Earth Kingdom knickers covering from waist to just below the knee, but instead of the more common linen, these were the same thin, green silk of her bandeau, and like the bandeau left precious little to the imagination as to what was underneath. The thin cloth clung tightly to her feminine ass; the cleavage in the middle and even her sacral dimples could be discerned along with a hint of her labial groove in her pudendum between her cheeks.
Stupefied and open-mouthed, Iroh watched her step out of the baji as she held them, making the silk-covered globes of her bottom quiver a little. Tossing them onto the clothes pile as she straightened up, she then put her hands on the waist of her undies. “Toph!” he managed in a strangled cry as she untied the drawstring and skimmed the last of her clothing down leaving nothing at all of her backside to the imagination. As with the trousers, it took several seconds for her to step out of her drawers, but he didn’t notice her cheeks quiver as he had before: He was mesmerized by the sight of her pubescent vulva in plain view at the tops of her thighs, the twin, pale lobes of her outer labia managing to hide all of her pink core in between.
Then the moment was over. Tossing the undergarment to waft onto the pile to her left, Toph turned around to stand nude before him, feet as wide as her shoulders, arms flung overhead. “Ta dah!” she exclaimed, holding the pose for a moment, then began a series of new poses in what was apparently her metalbending kata, fluidly moving from one stance to the next.
“Climb Mountain, Tiger Head, Praying Mantis, Cross Legged, Sit the Belly, Boulder Falling, Cold Chicken, a-n-n-d Ride Horse.”
Iroh had to admire the movements of her supple body but in truth, his attention was riveted on the glimpses of her erogenous zones. The earth-rooted, low stances of her nude body meant there were glimpses of quivering breasts, quivering ass, and flashes of pink when the forepart of her pussy passed by. With the constant movement it was hard to tell, but he thought he could discern the faintest misting of her proud pubic hairs deep between her legs.
Panting a bit, she held the pose of the last stance, looking indeed as if she were astride an ostrich-horse, feet thrice the width of her shoulders, knees bent, hands on her waist. This made her outer labia gape open a bit and the upright back of her stance as well as stationary pose meant he could now definitely see the pink center of her genitals quite plainly for several seconds until she stood upright again. “So how do I look?”
“Like I’d be in a lot of trouble if someone was to walk in right now.”
Toph stroked her chin in mock cogitation. Her bitty boobs still beckoned to him but at least her pubic area was now a simple – if bare – bifurcated Y. “Hmmm, you might be right. A really mature man with a certain reputation about the ladies – I checked – found alone with a naked twelve-year old––”
“––A minute ago you were thirteen!”
“Like that would make much of a difference. And anyway, I’d bet the authorities would still count me as twelve. Let’s find out; I can yell pretty loud, you know.”
She had just time to draw in a deep breath before Iroh leaped at her, one hand on the back of her neck, the other clamped over her mouth. “No!”
Air puffed out around his massive hand but the only sound was a muffled squeak. The two of them held a tableau for a moment. “No yelling?” Iroh pleaded. The earthbender nodded slightly and he removed his hands from her head.
“Your hand smells like tea leaves,” she commented as she turned to face him. “I guess that figures.”
“Just what is it you want to do?”
“Handle your manly bits is all. Strip.”
After a sigh he began kicking off his sandals, then untied the belt to his outer robe. “This is a little like blackmail, you know,” he muttered as he shed the garment and tossed it on the floor next to Toph’s pile.
“It’s a lot like blackmail actually, but I’m getting what I wanted,” she said smugly.
He removed his under robe then untied and stepped out of the loose trousers he wore. He was just turning back towards Toph after tossing it onto his pile when she commanded, “Stop.” His relief was only momentary before she continued, “I wanna see what you’ve got for underclothes.”
As she took two steps closer in front of him, he commented, “Fire Nation undies are usually a fundoshi, a long cotton strip wrapped your bits. When I moved to the Earth Kingdom I adopted what you wear, long knickers, only mine are sensible linen instead of that spider-silk you were wearing.”
“I like the way the silk feels against my girly bits, upper and lower,” she replied as she felt around the waistband, then her tiny breastettes quivered as she dropped into a crouch and confirmed that, like hers, the loose garment ended on the calf, about a hand-width below the knee. He felt her hands on the front and back of his left leg as she passed her hands up. Reaching his butt in the back between his legs, she commented, “This does not feel like a girl’s ass.”
“I should hope not,” retorted Iroh then broke off as she pulled her hand back to cup his balls.
“And these got to be the boys in their sack so, forward of them is– Holy badgermole! I didn’t know a penis was that big!”
She had obviously detected that his member’s length reached nearly to the bottom of his scrotum, which in turn dangled quite far from its origin due to Iroh’s age. Through his knickers she had a hand wrapped around the soft sex organ and was lifting it away from its resting position. “Well, mine doesn’t get much bigger when it’s erect,” he said, “but if I can say this without sounding like a braggart, it is bigger than average. Ozai and I thought of them as our Royal Parts.”
While he was talking, his cock responded to her soft touch through the linen and began to erect. She released her grip, untied his drawers, and pushed them to the floor. After a moment’s pause to help him step out of the piled underwear, she slid her hands up the front of his legs then to the center to take up his penis again. She passed her fingers between scrotum and dick to encircle it in her grasp and heft it experimentally; it pulsed and commenced erecting again.
“Even if it’s only this big when it’s hard, how does it fit?” she asked in wonder; the sex organ beginning to angle skyward as she spoke.
“Mature women’s vaginas are wonderfully elastic," answered Iroh, thinking he’d never expected when he started the day he’d end up with his genitals being examined by a naked adolescent. “I couldn’t say about a pubescent girl’s. Not that we’re going to find out, he thought grimly.
Toph’s light touch skimmed the shaft of his penis, paused momentarily where the rim of the glans could be felt under the prepuce, then continued on to find the hole at the tip. Between thumb and forefinger, she skinned the thin flesh back, exposing the slick, reddened head. By now his erection was at a forty-five degree angle.
“This must be your foreskin,” she commented as she pulled it further back, stimulating the place where it was anchored behind the glans. “Suki has described Sokka’s to me; Katara says Aang’s has been removed in some sort of Air Nomad ritual.”
“I’ve read about that,” Iroh managed to say. His cock was bounding slightly with his rapid heartbeat and her touch, especially on the frenulum of his foreskin where it was attached to his corona, was very distracting. “It seemed very strange to me.” Without commenting, Toph squeezed his turgid organ and a droplet of pre-cum oozed out of the tip. As if she’d sensed it she suddenly leaned in and kissed the tip of his glans. “Toph!” he gave a strangled cry. “You said ‘handle!’”
She turned her blind face up to him and grinned. “If I’d said, ‘suck you off,’ you would have kicked up a fuss, so I lied. Now, shut up and enjoy it!”
She closed her mouth over most of his glans and sucked deeply. His little head exploded with pleasure and took over his body, totally agreeing with her command to simply enjoy what was certainly the young girl’s first fellatio. She slipped her upper lip over the corona of his glans then, opening her mouth to its utmost, managed to stuff the rest of that knobbed end in.
Iroh looked down in astonishment at Toph’s head embedded over the end of his cock. The more experienced women he generally shared pleasure with wouldn’t even try to take something the size of his erection in their mouths, but licked it or kissed it instead. The sensation of his entire glans engulfed in a willing mouth was a rare one and even if her teeth were scraping it once in a while, the overall effect was positive. She must have been given some pointers on technique because with what little room it had, her tongue was busily massaging the cleft on his glans’ underside.
Alas, Toph quickly came to the same conclusion as his older partners. “Gah!” she said as his cock popped out of her mouth. “It’s too much! I can hardly breathe!”
“Others have said the same thing,” he confirmed.
She licked around the rim of his corona then began licking the notch on its underside while rubbing the top surface of the glans against her upper lip. When the hand on his rigid shaft began alternately wringing it in a light grasp and sliding up and down its length, he figured she might not have done the act before but surely’d been coached. She managed to take the entire head in again and give a mighty suck. The pleasure rose until he cried out, “Oh, Toph! You’re driving me to climax!”
She drew back from his cockhead and looked up again, grinning. “That’s the whole idea, Uncle Iroh– Guhh!”
The last was because in the middle of her crowing, his cock had jumped in her hand and a translucent bolt of white semen had shot out the end, right up her left nostril. The earthbender choked a bit and began coughing but she managed to get things aimed so a moment later the next spurt went into her mouth instead. After that she settled for resting the tip on her tongue, just above her lower teeth so he could see he was ejaculating into her mouth while she continued to jack the shaft and caress its notch with her tongue.
Iroh was surprised. Between old age and experience it generally took much longer for him to climax. Perhaps it was the knowledge that it was Toph’s first time pleasuring a man. Perhaps it was the sight of her ripening body. Perhaps it was the whole-hearted way Toph threw herself into everything. Whatever the cause his orgasm was a strong one and his ejaculation continued for several long moments.
When things were almost finished she let go so the last couple half-hearted spurts from his drooping dick landed on her upper chest. He could see the pool of semen in her mouth rise and fall as she worked it. She closed her mouth but couldn’t quite contain it; rivulets trickled from the corners of her mouth and down onto her chest as she gave an audible gulp.
“That was a lot of cum; are you always so generous with your lovers?”
“It’s been some days since my last dalliance so it was more than usual and I’m guessing those conversations you had with Suki dealt a lot with technique. Yours was quite stimulating. I must say I’ve never ejaculated up anybody’s nose before.”
Toph laughed weakly as she probed around her wet, left nostril. “I swear it went into my sinus–” then broke off to lean forward a bit. She blocked her right nostril with her thumb and Iroh heard a wet, tearing sound, like someone with a really bad cold. The sound cut off suddenly, and a bubble of translucent fluid appeared at her open nostril to expand slowly. It burst and as it dribbled down her lip her nostril sounded much cleaner.
While she had been busy tending her nose, Iroh knelt then rooted around the bed’s edge to find a packet of tissues. Standing, he handed one to Toph who said a quick, “Thank you,” before blowing her nose into it then wiping her lip dry.
Iroh crossed his arms and looked down at the still kneeling girl before him as his penis finished its deflation. Besides the two tracks on either side of her mouth several spots of cum were beginning to drool down her upper chest. “So, Toph. You’ve ‘seen’ a man naked, sucked him to orgasm, and had a generous sample of his semen. Are we done here?”
She looked up with a grin. “Aw, hell no!” He suppressed a sigh as she twisted and felt behind her to locate the sleeping pad he used for a bed. She crawled over to it, turned to face him again as she parked her butt on the edge, then fell back to wind up lying on it sideways. Opening her legs, she planted her heels on the floor and canted her pelvis upward, most effectively displaying her cunt. “I thought you might like to give me an oral orgasm.” Impishly, she slid both hands up the inside of her thighs to her groin then onto her not quite bare outer labia and spread them open in explicit invitation.
He felt his cock tingle as he contemplated the incredibly young, pink flesh displayed before him. “Aw, Toph,” he managed to say. “I don’t think–” He broke off as she took a deep breath, threatening to yell as she had before. Not wanting to risk throwing himself on her tiny frame to stifle her, he instantly acquiesced. “–Alright! Alright! I’ll finger your bits!”
“Lick, too,” she commanded as he knelt beside her. “You can start with my tits.”
“If you had tits I wouldn’t be objecting so much,” Iroh muttered, but as she shifted on the bed lengthwise, he laid on his side next to her right side to feel her warmth.
With Toph on her back, her tiny breasts were flattened to almost nothing, just soft looking flesh with only her red nipples standing up. He reached across her body and placed his hand on her chest, just below the left areola. He moved his hand upwards, feeling the soft breast-flesh move as he deliberately passed all four fingers over the nipple. By the time he was done, it had erected into a firm little bud; Toph gasped. “First time someone’s touched you like this?” he asked softly.
“Suki and Katara have, but it’s been a while,” she replied as he gently twisted the red flesh between thumb and forefinger. “You’re the first male to do this – I’m not counting that kid I smacked.”
“I’d bet you weren’t naked, with him, either.” He closed in to take her right nipple into his mouth.
“Not quite, but I had wanted to make it easy for him – too easy as it turned out. I was in just a robe instead my usual banbi, ruqun, and bajii and while I had my knickers on, up top I’d removed the bandeau before he got there. He reached inside my robe and was twisting my nipple hard with one hand while the other was trying to figure out how to get to my pussy down below,” then she groaned as he drew her deeply into his mouth then pulled back to stretch the sparse flesh of her nascent breast. “Oh, Uncle Iroh...”
He released it with a quiet snick then teased, “So, do I suck like a girl?” before attacking her left nipple.
Toph laughed as she began to squirm. “A definite no – more insistent; more male. And yet more respectful than he was.”
“Despite your deviousness I'm making love to a partner, not just grabbing a piece of ass.”
He suckled another minute as she caressed the back of his head, then placed his right hand flat upon her belly, just above the navel. He sucked and pulled on the nipple while his hand described slow circles downward towards her pubis. When it was pretty far down he released her nipple and raised up to look.
All of the women he’d been with until now had been mature so he was fascinated at the bare cleavage of her outer labia as they curved over her pubic bone, out of sight from his vantage point. Right where they disappeared he could see a few of the pubic hairs she was growing. He’d reached her cleft by now so he changed the motions to up and down, sometimes in the cleft, sometimes one of the lobes on either side. Slowly, he delved deeper and she opened her legs a bit to give him access to her center.
Taking the movement as a time to pause a moment, as he put his middle finger in his mouth to moisten it he looked at her legs’ junction. Still sparse, the hair increased in abundance the deeper between her legs he looked. It was on her outer labia on either side reaching just high to do the tease he’d just observed. He resumed his sexual caress. Index and ring fingers to the outside of her labia, middle separating her divide, as slowly as possible he slid downward. Toph was breathing deeply as the soft flesh of her clitoral hood passed under his probing digit, then she gave a soft, “Unh,” as the tip found the knot of her glans.
Almost automatically, she spread her legs wider and breathed, “Iro-o-oh.” He couldn’t resist darting in to give her a quick kiss. A small part of him objected, saying she was scarcely half the age of the next youngest woman he’d ever kissed, even in his youth, but she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in tight to slip some tongue while he did a whole-hand massage of her vulva.
When she drew her tongue back, he broke the kiss and looked down at his right hand. Perhaps sensing where his gaze was directed, the earthbender spread her legs still wider in silent invitation until the thighs were almost at a right angle to her hips, knees quite far apart. This revealed her pink vestibule and, sliding his hand up her inner thigh towards her center, Iroh shifted to kneel between her legs and look down at her shamelessly displayed pubescent genitals.
She had underestimated the number of her pubic hairs. Several dozen of them sparsely decorated her outer labia on either side but not nearly enough to do more than appear as an unobscuring token of maturity, nor had they reached as high as the end of her cleft. In between, the inner lips were too short to hide anything. He guessed they would grow longer as she matured but for now the fleshy hood at the top of the cleft, the round head of her clitoris, the dimple of her urethra, and the weeping, closed slit of her vagina were all visible between the pink flanges.
Using his thumbs just inside her inner labia, he spread her still wider then pushed upward. This made her clit’s glans emerge further from its sheath and down below, the virgin passage into her belly gaped open. Above and below the dark hole, the lighter pink crescents of the hymen guarding it showed and clear fluid laced with some white threads oozed into view. In spite of his misgivings – to say nothing of a recent orgasm – his penis twitched and tingled as it began to erect again. He bent down and applied his tongue to her vestibule and wormed it into her passage, making her gasp.
She tasted of woman, of course. Iroh had never tasted a virgin. On their wedding night he and his bride had not indulged in oral sex; back then, long ago, it had been regarded as a big taboo. After about two years they had tried it both ways, feeling very wicked. He still remembered the mixture of pleasure and shame as his wife took his seed into her mouth instead of its ‘natural’ place, and the way she’d moaned in ecstasy when he’d returned the oral favor minutes later by thrusting his tongue into her quim as deeply as it would go. Despite what society thought about cunnilingus or fellatio they both continued the practices but never, ever told anyone that they were – it was their delicious, dark secret. It didn’t occur to him until years later that their friends were probably keeping the same secret.
Despite never having been breached, Toph’s cunt was the same general flavor as the ones he had tongued over the years since. This made sense, he mused; why would the presence or absence of a maidenhead make a difference in the secretions of the passage it guarded? The main difference between virgin and not is almost entirely mental, not physical.
Iroh had continued to probe her opening while he’d been thinking and she began to squirm. The earthbender gave a quiet, “Unh!” and fresh fluids welled out as her tight hole momentarily contracted – she must have had a small orgasm despite the fact he’d scarcely penetrated her the length of a finger joint with his tongue. He drew back and looked down at her proffered snatch. Between saliva and sex fluids the whole area was sopping wet from labial cleft to perineum, well outside her outer labia from side to side; the sparse pubic hairs were now plastered onto her skin.
“Your beard was tickling me in my taint,” she reported. “It felt different than when the girls ate me out since they don’t have goatee,” then after a pause, “Well, Katara does but it’s lower down than yours is.”
“I guess it would be.” He’d had a number of Water Tribe women in his bed over the years and their reputation for lush pubes was true more often than not. What would the bush on a fourteen or fifteen year-old look like? He wondered. Then he returned his focus on his current partner. “Was it too much?” he asked with concern.
“Are you kidding me?” she laughed, and pulled on the back of his head to force him into her crotch. “More, please!”
He moved up her vulva to attack her clitoris, licking the glans once before diving in to push the hood back and nibble ever so lightly on its rounded surface, eliciting a startled, “Eeep!” from his young victim. Ignoring that protestation, he continued to stimulate her love button with licks and kisses. He reached in with his right hand to find her vaginal opening, but did not penetrate her. Rather, he caressed the edges of its perimeter, teasing the sensitive flesh.
Quietly he continued his sexual assault, making her squirm more and more. Then suddenly, she grabbed the back of his head again to pull him into her quim. “Oh, Iro-o-o-h!” she wailed. “I’m there! I’m there!”
He could feel the trembling in her thighs on either side of his face and the clenching of her perineum on his hand as she rode out her climax, much bigger than the one a few minutes before. He drew back to sit upright as he gazed down at the panting girl. Fluid, thinner and more translucent than semen, drooled between her cheeks as slowly, a smile grew across her face. “That felt go-o-od!” She tucked her knees behind her elbows and levered her pelvis off of the bed’s surface to blatantly display her cunt. “Now I want the real thing; fuck me, Uncle Iroh!”
He looked from her pubescent genitals to his own cock, rising between his thighs. Between the tastes, smells, and mental realization he’d been pleasuring a virgin for the first time, it had erected minutes before. Much larger than average, as Toph had discovered, it stood as a vertical monument to copulation, veins showing in the stiff shaft, the slick red glans half-emerged from his foreskin oozing pre-cum.
Then he looked back at the virgin’s gift Toph was offering. It looked small and vulnerable compared to the battering ram she wanted him to use on her. “Oh, Toph, that would not be a good idea,” he managed to say, despite his small head silently screaming, No-o-o! She’s offering her cherry! Take it! Take it!!
“Please, Uncle Iroh! Make me a woman!”
After a long moment, he’d overcome the temptation to mount the young earthbender. “I’m so large and you’re so tiny. Let’s try this,” he said placatingly. He turned to rummage by the edge of his bed to find a bottle of lubricant he kept there. Sometimes older women needed help in making things slippery so he always had a supply handy. By the time he’d turned back, she’d relaxed, lowering her pelvis back onto the bed’s surface but still had her knees tucked behind her arms and was reaching down to silently spread open her quim.
He uncorked the bottle and poured a dribble of oil onto her vestibule. Holding the bottle in his left hand he spread the slick fluid around, playing particular attention to the closed slit of her vagina with his right. He turned his wrist so both sides of his middle finger were anointed, then stopped with the tip spreading her entrance open just a tiny bit. “I’m going to push in just my finger,” he announced.
Toph gave a slight nod, then released her labia to put both hands on her thighs, a handwidth away from her cunny; Iroh obviously had located his target. Being as gentle as he could, so as not to disturb her maidenhead, he pressed his big digit into her canal. Slowly, Toph’s flesh yielded and she began breathing deeply as he penetrated her. Twisting his wrist back and forth, he was literally screwing his young partner, working his finger ever deeper into her hot, tight passage while she squirmed.
As he touched bottom, she gave out a groan and he paused with his finger’s full length buried in her cunt. “How does it feel?” he asked tenderly.
“A little uncomfortable,” she confessed. “I’ve taken only my own fingers up to now. Months ago when we were playing, Suki judged me too immature to insert her fingers. Katara followed suit and made sure her tentacles didn’t expand too much.” She grinned up at him. “Their tongues on the other hand… I got the full dose of those.”
Pushing down the sudden mental image of the three naked girls in sapphic pleasure he pressed the question. “So, just quietly in you like this is uncomfortable. If I were to start thrusting–” He began pressing and pulling ever so slightly, not really moving inside her but applying pressure back and forth. “it wouldn’t be that pleasurable.”
“I guess not.”
Slowly he withdrew from her body. When at last his fingertip emerged, a clear thread of pussy oil hung from tip to the slowly recovering hole. He reached out to her right hand, still on her thigh, and brushed the back of it. Automatically she turned her hand and he offered his wet middle finger to her grasp. “That was my finger,” he told her as she gauged its size, then he took her wrist and guided it to his erection. “And this is my cock.” Letting the difference in size sink in as she caressed the turgid sex organ, he went on. “Can you imagine how it would feel shoved into your belly, even with lubricant?”
She gave a little shudder, and slowly relaxed her legs as he completed his thought until they were merely spread on the bed, shamelessly showing her pussy instead of an overtly sexual pose. “I could tear you up inside until you couldn’t have any children or – worse – even enjoy sex, ever.” He took a deep breath, then figured to drive home the point. “Have your monthlies started?”
“One, a couple months ago.”
“So your periods aren’t... periodic yet. You could be fertile right now and get pregnant even as you’re being injured. Do you really want to risk motherhood at thirteen? Surely you’re not drinking NBT yet.”
The almost universal birth control method used in the Earth Kingdom was a tea that prevented pregnancy. Experience with developing girls and strong social pressure dictated the regimen was not started until age fifteen, or even later. “No baby tea? No, I’m not.”
“There you are, then.” Iroh had a supply of the usual Fire Nation anti-pregnancy device, a sheath worn on the penis to keep ovum and sperm apart. He kept them on hand for the rare bed partner who was still fertile yet not on NBT for some reason but he was not going to mention this to Toph.
“I want to do something,” she whined a little. “I feel so horny! I want something new.”
“You sucked a cock for the first time.”
“Which was interesting and I’m glad you liked it but it didn’t get my rocks off.”
“My tongue did.”
“Yes, but it wasn’t new; Suki and Katara have done it before. You were quite skilled and your whiskers tickled but when you get down to it, it felt pretty much the same.”
Iroh pondered while he looked down on the naked earthbender, then got an idea. “Cup you hands over your pussy, palms up.” He moved between her legs as she did so, then poured a little oil from the almost forgotten bottle onto her hands. Pouring a bit more on his erect penis, he corked the bottle and set it aside before scooting toward her. He leaned forward and his erection settled into her waiting hands.
Immediately she grasped him and he began sliding it back and forth. She tightened her grip but the slick lubricant allowed the turgid sex organ to keep sliding. The technique established, Iroh picked up the pace, thinking the movement of her hands on her crotch was feeling erotic. “Is this like fucking?” she asked
“Somewhat, if you don’t count penetration,” he answered, keeping up the thrusting. In response, she shifted her grip so that her fingers were pressing his cock down into her labial groove. Their secret flesh was now in direct contact and when he drew back, he could feel the knot of her clitoris passing underneath the sensitive notch of his glans.
“Oh, yeah! This feels really good,” Toph commented and began bucking upward to meet his thrusts. Almost automatically, she raised her knees until she was reaching inside them to press their genitals together. Iroh was glad of his size; the extra length meant the pre-cum dribbling head was further away from the waiting mouth of her vagina. His balls were nudging her orifice, and he hoped the sex fluids it was anointed with had little or no actual sperm.
He reached up to put his hands behind her knees to open her legs wider. He picked up the pace of his thrusting until their oil-slicked bits were making quiet ‘glick’ sounds as they passed each other. There was enough force that the loose flesh of her flattened breasts was making the erect nipples slide up and down her chest.
“Oh, Iroh! I’m there! I’m there! Unh!” and a rictus spread across her face as she rode out another orgasm. The thought that he’d just given a pubescent girl her first climax with a penis flashed through his mind, which triggered his own. With a grunt, he held his position as for the second time, his cock throbbed in her hands. She caressed a finger over the rim of his glans as the streams of semen arced out its tip to land on her chest and down her abdomen to just above her navel.
He slowly relaxed, putting some weight on her, then being much taller, humped his back to bring his mouth on the panting girl’s and kiss her. Ordinarily he would have simply slid downward until their faces were close to each other but that would let the dripping tip of his dick slide down her vulva, doubtlessly depositing some traces of semen at her vaginal entrance. The odds of his actually impregnating her were probably minimal but he took no chances.
She kissed back and they traded tongues for a full minute before parting. Iroh moved over and laid next to her on his side, head propped in his hand so he could look at her. Legs relaxed, she had a small grin of wonderment on her face. “That was really good. Was it pretty much like fucking?”
“About ninety percent I’d guess.”
“No wonder people like it so much!” The semen on her chest and torso had passed the gelid stage and started to run. Absently she flattened her hands to smear it on her belly and chest, over her nipples. “Sure is a lot of stuff, especially since it was your second ejaculation tonight.”
“It can be. I keep towels in a couple different sizes handy to lay over the wet spot.”
She felt between her legs and down to the bed’s surface. “Oh, yeah. Imagine what it would be like if I had some cum inside me.” She reached over and located his slack penis to hold it. “And this is still leaking, too. Sex sure is messy.”
He returned the favor by rolling a wet nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Yes, but it is so much fun.”
“Now I’m feeling sleepy,” Toph yawned.
“My work here is done. A good orgasm will do that, especially one with a partner.”
He stopped fondling her and got up to fetch one of the afore mentioned towels from a cupboard. When he returned, the young earthbender was still lying on her back, legs a bit apart, arms at an angle to her sides, and unseeing eyes half closed. “Roll onto your side.”
Languidly she complied, bringing her legs up to lie in loose curl. He opened the towel and pressed it onto the palm-sized spot of pussy juice she’d left behind. “Spoon with me?” she asked quietly. “I’ve never had the chance to spoon with anyone, not even the girls. I’ve heard it’s really nice.”
“Of course,” and after stretching the towel out, Iroh laid on his side behind her. She was diminutive enough that when their heads were even, her butt was at the area where his ribs ended and belly began. This was good as it kept his dick away from her quim. He reached down to pull the quilted cover over them, then pressed in close with a hand on her bare hip.
“I guess this is why they call it, ‘sleeping with someone,’” she said muzzily.
“Yes. In some ways it’s the best part,” he answered, but he wasn’t sure she’d heard him.
♥ ♥ ♥
The next morning Iroh awoke to find a small hand caressing his lower belly. He had shifted onto his back sometime during the night and raised his head to find the cover shifted down to his waist. Toph was lying on her front and had slid down as well so that her head was even with his upper abdomen, left arm bent at the elbow so she could reach his middle.
“Good morning, Uncle Iroh. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up – It’s nice finding out how it feels to wake up with a man sleeping beside you.” Her hand slipped under the cover and onto his pubic hair. “Especially a naked man,” and she found the root of his penis and began slipping down its slack length.
He sat up a bit and flipped the cover down past their knees exposing them both. She was as nude as he was, of course, and he admired the twin humps of her twelve-year old bottom. It occurred to him that, despite all their sex play last night he’d only a few glimpses of her backside, mostly when she was doing her metalbending kata. He was something of an ass man and most of his current bed partners were of an age where theirs had some droop to them – as did his own, to be honest. The succulent globes he was seeing now were just starting out their sexual career and were at the earliest stages of maturity.
He couldn’t resist reaching down to cup her right cheek in his left hand. “Your hand feels warm on my ass,” she commented, “but before we start anything serious, I really got to pee – too much tea last night.” She rolled onto her side, making his hand slip off of her, and knelt upright. “Is your privy out back secluded enough to go out there starkers? I don’t want to waste time finding my knickers and putting them on only to drop them a moment later. To say nothing of keeping hands over my magnificent breasts!” she demonstrated with a grin.
“Not really, but I have a solution. I keep a thundermug inside just for that reason.”
He got up and knee-walked to the end of the sleeping pad where he kept the chamber pot and fetched it back, moving off of the pad and onto the floor beside it. Anticipating him, Toph had shifted to plant her butt on the edge of the mattress, legs wide and feet planted on the floor. This exposed everything in front from pink vulva to red nipples on her small breasts. It might have been embarrassing to see but they’d already been about as intimate as people could be; she was still smeared with his dried cum from pubis to clavicle.
Iroh took the lid off of the ceramic shallow pot and set it before her at the edge of the pad. He guided her hand so she could judge its position and size. Obviously having done the act before, she raised her butt a handwidth off of the pad and leaned forward in a kind of hovering squat. She felt down with one hand to verify the pot’s position then braced herself with both hands on the floor.
Instantly she let the flood go. Her pubescent labia required no spreading to not interfere with her urethral meatus and the finger-width stream hissed into the container with impressive force. Not really interested in that aspect of female pudenda, Iroh gazed on her tiny breast mounds instead while he picked a hand towel from the stash by the bed.
After several seconds the stream diminished in force and she began rhythmically tightening her pelvic muscles to expel the last of the urine. Satisfied, she sprawled back onto her elbows, legs wide with no trace of modesty – and after last night why would she be modest?
He tossed her the towel and she began dabbing it at her center while he took a kneeling stance before the pot. “Now, my turn.”
“Ooh!” Toph exclaimed, tossing aside the towel and sitting up. “Can I watch?” wiggling her fingers.
“Why not?” he said with resignation. She’d just threaten to yell again if he refused, he figured. She scooted closer, tucking her legs underneath her. With her hands exploring his slack penis, he lectured and demonstrated.
“First you have to draw the foreskin back, like this, then you can let loose,” and a jet of urine, higher velocity than hers but smaller in diameter made a tinkling sound as it hit the mug’s bottom. “I don’t have to be as careful in settling over the mug because I can aim my hose.”
“I’ve heard that joke about the girlfriend’s writing in the snow,” Toph said dryly. “One of my boyfriend-candidates thought it was hilarious, then ran away rather than let me handle his penis. Thank you for showing me yours, Uncle Iroh; I think they’re neat." She reached down to caress her labia. "Suki says so long as I got one of these I can have as many of those as I want."
Bladder empty, he pushed the foreskin back over his glans, put the lid back on the chamber pot, and stowed it away again. When he turned back to his guest, she was again lying on the bed, knees up, feet apart, casually displaying her vulva.
“Speaking of want, I’ve been thinking of a way I can get penetrated,” she said.
“Aw, Toph, we went through about my wrecking your pussy last night,” he protested.
“Not that hole,” she said, rolling over, “the other one; I’d like you to fuck me in the ass.”
Feet toward him she wiggled her butt at him to emphasize her point. No longer the bubble butt prepubescent girls have, neither did it quite have the mature, if young, contours he remembered from his wife when they were newlyweds. He found the pale ass, on the brink of womanhood exciting and his dick twitched at the thought of plunging into it.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, either, Toph,” he managed to say while in his mind, his penis was screaming, No-o-o-o! You denied me her cunt, you owe me her ass! It started to erect.
“I can take you there! I crap bigger than you!”
She shifted so she was lying lengthwise on the sleeping pad, spread her legs, and cocked her pelvis provocatively. Iroh reluctantly crawled between her legs and looked down at her offered charms. The round mounds of her twelve-year old ass showed no sag or blemish and, with her wide legs, had parted enough he could see into their cleavage from sacrum to perineum to outer labia. He could make out the somewhat darker dimple of her anus and, thanks to her cocked pelvis, the split mounds of her outer lips’ rear half. In between, the pink of her core showed, her short inner labia failing to hide the hint of her vaginal opening.
He reached down to massage her cheeks a few times. When he pushed up and apart, her hole gaped open a bit which accelerated his erection. Very rarely in the past few years had he gotten stiff so fast and in seconds his cock was at full attention, bounding between his thighs with his rapid heartbeat. He had to fight down an urge to slide it into her proper passage; his worries about destroying her cunny were sincere.
“Are you really sure you want to, Toph? I’ve read maybe one woman in five has ever taken a cock up her ass, and it’s an even smaller percentage that do it regularly.”
“Your generation, maybe but I’d bet mine’s more than half. Since you won’t fuck me proper I’ll take it as a reasonable substitute until I can do it for real.”
“Anal sex is real enough,” he replied. “In a lot of ways it’s more intense than vaginal.”
“Good!” and she wiggled her ass again. The action made a small, almost transparent drool of fluid ooze out of her quim and trickle downward, towards her hidden clit. She really is excited, he thought. Maybe she’ll be satisfied with analingus.
Keeping his hands on her butt, he slid back a bit then lowered towards her nether bits. This made his erection touch the sheet and when he slid up again to get in range, the foreskin was pushed back and the sheet’s woven surface rubbed the underside of his glans. This did not diminish his own excitement.
Shifting his grip downwards he used his thumbs between her legs to spread her open. Her vagina gaped into a tempting round hole and he licked her center from the bed’s surface upward until her was probing her cunt lingually. “Oh, Uncle Iroh,” she murmured as her tangy juices flowed over his tongue, that feels so go-o-od.”
He said nothing but penetrated her again and did his best to spread her wider eliciting a satisfied sigh. Then he withdrew and crossed her perineum to find her anus. He pushed a bit into her ruffled sphincter, and she sighed again, louder. Withdrawing, he asked, “So, did Katara or Suki ever stick a tongue in your ass?”
“Both did a little, along with fingers, and bended water for Katara. Mostly, though we were more interested in each other’s cooches.”
Iroh again pushed down the thought of three young, naked bodies intertwined while they pleasured each other and, giving up on satisfying her with tongue work, replied, “Well, I’m kind of a leg and ass man so I think I’ll work on yours before I violate it.”
He heard a muffled, “Okay,” as he picked up the oil bottle, uncorked it, and poured out an amount at the top of the cleft of her buttocks. Quickly setting the bottle aside he caught the oil as it slid down towards her back’s lumbar region with his two hands. Dividing it in two he pulled the two portions up onto her cheeks then slid his hands to the side to cover most of her ass then down until her entire fundament from sacral dimples to gluteal crease had been anointed.
He began a thorough massage using both hands to knead the twin hillocks and pressing his thumbs in at the top, feeling her sacrum buried below the soft flesh. He passed his hands down the sides of her hips then extended his thumbs to bring them to her center while tracing along her gluteal creases. Pushing them deep between her cheeks he pulled them apart momentarily exposing her labial divide and anus. Grabbing two handsful of ass he manipulated them vigorously, one up and one down, together and apart, and pushing them from side to side, making her hips rock on the bed’s surface.
“That feel nice but not particularly sexy,” Toph said.
“I was just getting to that part.” After oiling up his two fingers he poured a bit more onto her anal dimple then pushed the fluid inside with his middle finger. Toph groaned as his entire digit slid into her. “Mine is bigger than the girls’ I’d bet.”
“Oh yes, but Katara’s water tentacles are way bigger than that – that’s why I’m confident I can take your cock up my ass. Give me the real deal, Uncle Iroh, your manhood, thrusting, semen, the works.”
“I want to make sure you really want it, though – I’m going to make you lube up my penis.”
Careful to keep the bottle vertical he climbed over her left leg and sitting on his ankles, faced her and slid sideways. She rolled onto her right side, reached out to find his erection and held in a loose grasp. He dribbled a little oil on her encircling thumb and forefinger and she began jacking up and down the stiff shaft, distributing the slick fluid. With all the sheet rubbing, his glans was already pushed back. When she reached higher to find it, he poured a bit more oil on its rounded surface and she massaged it in.
“This is so slippery, I’d bet it could fit just fine in my quim.”
“Fit in and tear asunder,” he retorted, “And your first time really be with someone you’re in love with.”
Continuing to massage his prick, she said, “I’m so horny right now love is optional.”
“Then let me go and lie flat.”
She did, resting her head in her arms and spreading her legs as he crawled between them again. When she cocked her pelvis, a good bit of her vulva came into view and she was not lying about being horny: It was fairly well drooling and had managed to anoint the area outside her outer lips.
Still holding the bottle, Iroh poised his middle finger at her nether opening and dribbled a little down its length. He again shoved it up her passage in a smooth, lubricated move and Toph gave a pleasurable groan. Encouraged, he withdrew until just the first joint was penetrating her, oiled his index finger, and pushed them both in. She groaned louder and he twisted both fingers in her rectal passage, stretching it. It felt muscular, hot, and slick.
After a couple more twists he withdrew and put her hands on both cheeks to push them apart. Her anus was slow in closing so he figured she was ready as she was going to be. Pushing down on her butt he pushed his knees back so his legs were behind him and slowly lowered down until his penis was resting in her cleavage. This made her whine in excitement.
Encouraged, he slowly moved his hips while tensing his pubococcygeus so his stiffened phallus slid down to her opening. When he reversed direction the head made a half-hearted attempt to enter her, but the angle was all wrong and it hung up on her sphincter only a moment before skipping up her cleavage again making her say, “Unh,” at the near penetration. He drew back down until his glans was at her opening again. Grasping it with slick fingers he pressed it firmly against the tight hole sliding it up and down. Still too sideways to make a serious attempt to penetrate her, it still was violating her anus as the notched underside dipped deeper.
“Oh, yes, Uncle Iroh – do it!”
He shifted his hips and raised upward so that his stiff cock was aimed at her hidden navel. He pushed a bit and felt her yield as half his glans violated her asshole. “You need to relax,” he advised her. She did and the rest of his cockhead slid in until the corona disappeared from view, just inside.
“Oh, wow! Maybe I don’t crap as big as you!” the young earthbender said from her cradled arms.
“That’s just the head. Last chance to change your mind.”
“Are you kidding me? ... Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh-h-h-h!”
Taking her at her word, Iroh had pushed most of his cock up her passage. His full length was still not inside her; a good two fingers of cock still showed outside her stretched to the limit anus. His anatomical knowledge was aimed at the best way of slicing people open, not assaulting their rectum with a blunt instrument but a sudden increase in her passage’s resistance made him believe he’d reached her bowel’s sigmoidal curve. He’d violated everything her rectum had to offer. “Does it hurt?” he asked with some concern.
“No, but like you said, it’s very intense,” she replied. “Just let me get used to it.”
She laid still under him a minute, breathing deeply while he looked down at what cock was still outside her violated ass. When she said almost inaudibly, “Ok,” he slowly withdrew until the corona just emerged then reversed to push his cock into her again. While still very tight, the penetration was a tad easier this time. Perhaps the oil was better distributed, perhaps she was more relaxed now, or perhaps Toph’s rectum was just plain being stretched; Iroh could not tell. “Fuck my ass – I want you to get your rocks off inside me!” she commanded.
Obediently, he started a slow copulation, thrusting into the young earthbender and drawing back out before thrusting again. She began bucking her hips at the in stroke, driving him deeper into her body. She started a running commentary. “Oh, yeah, feels so good, getting fucked by my Uncle Iroh, can’t wait until I feel his climax, wonder if I’ll climax too, does it feel tight, Uncle Iroh?”
“It’s the tightest ass I’ve ever been in,” he assured her, mentally adding, At twelve, I should hope so. It was no lie; the squeezing, hot passage was incredibly pleasurable.
“Well, if my pussy feels this good when the time comes, I’m golden. Let’s see if I can get an orgasm, too.”
She rolled slightly to her left and flexed her right hip so the knee was still firmly on the bed’s surface and used the more open angle to gain leverage for her thrusts. He had rolled with her so he was partially on his left side, and he looked down at the small, pale body under him. They were in contact from his upper abdomen firmly against the small of her back to her shoulders, even with his pectorals. Because he could not get his full length inside and press against her though, her bottom jiggled in the small gap between his pubis and her ass.
Above, her tiny breast was also in the air and it jiggled as well. He reached under her armpit to palm the soft mound and let the stiff nipple pop up between his ring and middle fingers. “Yeah! Play with my titty!”
Still slowly thrusting, he massaged the soft flesh and abused its red point for a minute, then slid his hand down her chest, feeling the ribs pass under. He reached her abdomen and paused at her navel. His massive hand on her small frame was large enough that his middle fingertip was burrowed into that fleshy depression while the heel of his palm was well onto her side. He could feel her muscles rhythmically tense from her own thrusts.
Continuing on down her lower belly, he reached the padding of her love mound and continued even further south over the silky bare skin to the divide of her outer labia. He insinuated his middle finger between them and pressed onward between her legs until he touched the nub of her clitoris. When he began to massage it she murmured, “Even better; play with my clit,” and redoubled the pace of her thrusting.
Both lost in their eroticism, the two copulated shamelessly, stiff cock sliding deeply into pulsating passage. Then before he expected, Iroh fell over the edge. Pressing her love button firmly, he cried, “I’m cumming, Toph!” His cock throbbed as it spat his seed deep into her bowels.
“I can feel it; it’s hot and slick inside me!” Then her own orgasm was triggered. She began her own involuntary spasms and Iroh thrust forward to keep his still-stiff penis from being expelled; her sphincter was squeezing the base of his cock while the rest of her back passage took care of the rest of it. Gradually Toph’s orgasmic spasms quieted. Wordlessly the couple came down from their climatic high to lie still. Iroh had a sudden thought that they were spooned pretty much like they had been when they slept last night, except he was still buried in her ass.
After recovering a minute, Toph commented, “That felt good; I’m glad I talked you into it.”
He made sure the towel was under them, then grabbed a smaller one to hold it between their joining as he withdrew his softening penis. As her anus started to dribble he pressed it into place. Pushing on her hip he said, “Lie flat for a while.” She rolled onto her back and laid with her legs casually apart, knees slightly raised. Iroh could see her pubescent vulva and from between her cheeks the fluid from her back passage slowly soaking into the towel. He knelt by her side and wiped himself with yet another towel, She had a small, self-satisfied smile on her face. “I suppose you shouldn’t call me Uncle any more.”
The smile grew wider, “Oh, no! I like the sound of it: I got fucked in the ass by my Uncle Iroh! I’ll be sure to come back when I’m mature so you can fuck me properly.”
That would be in about ten years, Iroh thought, maybe twenty. A small part of him hoped she would. “Are you hungry? Even assuming you had a big meal before coming in last night, with all the exercise we’ve done you should feel pretty peckish by now. I can fix you breakfast.”
“That would be great! I’ll just lie here for a while. You’re even more relaxing than the girls are.”
“That’s been said of me.”
Iroh got up and went to the armoire to fetch a robe before padding over to the kitchen. His guest might be blind and, anyway, what was the point of being modest now, but he felt like frying up some bacon for breakfast.
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