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Stephanie
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Stephanie
Steph is a good friend of mine, a really good friend. She's one of those
people that you can talk to about anything and feel absolutly comfortable doing
so. She's also got this old house that was built back around the turn of the
century and feels like it has ghosts from the previous owners who still walk
the halls at odd times of the month.
Steph and I are part of a group of friends, some in college, some still in
high school and we all had been togeher in high school until we started
graduating. By the way, I'm in my first year of college and Steph is a junior
in high school. We had started to develop a close, exclusive relationship my
senior year, but then I went to school about 3 hours from our home town. I had
kissed her a couple of times previous to this but never anything serious.
When I moved away, our relationship accually got closer, even though we didn't
have the time to have all the intimate discussions we used to. But when I came
in town, every couple of weekends or so, the usual rutine was for us to go to
the high school game, go out for a snack at Jim's or Luby's and then go over to
her house where we would talk and cuddle on the couch.
Thanksgiving weekend about eight of us we over at Steph's talking in front
of the fire. Some of us were paired off (like Steph and I) but half weren't. I
was reclining against the couch and Steph was leaning against me with her head
resting on my shoulder. We had a banket covering us and I had both my arms
around her with my hands holding hers. Every now and then I would lean down
and nibble her ear, playfully, or she would reach up and kiss my neck lightly.
I was begining to get slightly... "errect" as a result of this light stimulation
a condition which was made worse by her occasionally digging her elbow in my
chrotch with a slight grin.
So I figured, hey my hands are hidden, no one can see. I began to unbutton
the bottom three buttons of her shirt which left one buttoned right over her
bra since she left the top two undone like she usually did. She looked up at me
questioningly and I just winked and kissed her on the forehead. Then I took
both her hands in my left hand and with the right began to trace the soft skin
on the underside edge of her bra very lightly with my index finger. This
continued for some time while we both were calmly discussing the effects of
handguns on today's society with our gathered friends.
Slowly and gently I moved my hand up so that I could now come in from the
top. This time however I slid my finger down between her breasts under the
cloth that connected the cups. Now when I moved my finger, the first joint was
under the cup of the bra and accually stimulating her breast itself, albeit the
very edge of it. It was, however, the farthest I had ever advanced beneath her
clothing, even when giving her a back rub. After a few minutes of this I could
feel her shaking softly and clenching my left hand with increasing fearceness.
She leaned up and wispered in my ear "My God, that is ... I mean what you're
doing is... ohh, please don't stop." I just looked back at her with a
mischevious look on my face and she responded by blowing softly in my ear and
then gently biting the edge of it.
I continued my tender ministrations for about twently more minutes, never
going any further then 1 knuckle; gently stroking back and forth sometimes
coming in from the top and sometimes from the bottom. She wispered to me again,
her voice shaking, "You're teasing me." I wispered back, "Yes, I know it."
The funny thing was, Steph had always vowed that she never was aroused by having
her breasts stimulated and that she never understood how women were. Yet here
she was her voice unsteady, her body quivering and a slight oder eminating from
her, one that any male would instantly have recognized.
Then she suddenly strieghtened and anouced to the group, "Well it's been nice
having you over and I hate to kick you out but it is 4:45." With that the group
began to stand up and head for the door. We all made the usual promises to stay
in touch and "I'll see you when I'm in town again." Steph stood up without
rebuttoning her shirt, but wrapped the blanket around her. I did not want to go
but I was giving someone a ride so I gave her a fierce hug and a kiss on the
cheek saying "Until next time, my dear." She responded, "Next time you won't
get away so easy!" And she kissed me goodnight.
* * *
Needless to say the ride home wasn't much fun and the ride back to my college
the next day was even less so. About the only thing that kept me sane was that
Finals were two weeks away and then after that I would be home for a month.
Somehow I sweated through my first round of finals in college (they weren't as
bad as I had been told) and got the first ride back to my hometown that I could.
When I got there I immediatly began to plan our next "encounter." The only
thing that worried me was thinking that perhaps somehow her inhibitions has been
lowered and she had not meant to allow me to go so far and she never would
again.
Well that was just a chance I was going to have to take.
* * *
My parents have these friends who every year throw a huge Christmas party a
couple of days before Christmas. Its one of those formal affairs that call for
"black tie" outfits. They and my parents went to school together and while this
guy has made it big (six figure salary) and my parents aren't exactly rolling in
the dough, they still are good friends. They are my god-parents and even though
they are rich, they still are pretty cool. This year I was invited too and told
I could bring a "guest" (one of those nice things about turning 18 and going
away to college, people start treating you like an adult).
Naturally I invited Steph. (Who else, right?)
She of course was thrilled and we decided that we would go alone and not with
my parents as they had suggested. Who wants to be tied to a couple of people
whose primary idea is makeing sure you behave yourself? Especially when there
is the possibility of . . . ? ? ? afterward!
So, I rented a tux and Steph pulled out this old dress that her older sister
had worn some time ago. With a few alterations, she told me, it will be
fabulous.
* * *
December 23, THE night. I put on my tux, told my parents I would see them
there and drove over in my old Jeep to pick up Steph. It was one of those cool
south Texas December nights; were the air was crisp and clear and the stars were
shining bright. There was also a stiff breeze that brought the wind chill down
into the twenties. Quite nippy for my blood. But perfect for *getting close*
later on. I pulled up at Steph's house at 7:30 exactly, just like always.
Steph's parents answered the door and invited me inside. And there she was...
Standing in the living room, her hand resting on the old grand piano she had
the charm of a thousand lovely maidens and the grace of a million gymnists. Not
to mention the beauty of a hundred million Helens. Her dress was long and fit
her exceedingly well. The top was pearl white and went over her shoulders to a
deep "V" in the back with a modest neckline in the front. It was tight fitting
to the waist were it changed to black velvet and swept out from her to end just
centmeters above her black boots (trust Steph to find some way to stick out, its
one of the things I love about her).
She did a quick turn, her dress "swoshing" about and then the next thing I new
she was right next to me and I could smell her purfume. It was some new
fragrance that I had never smelled before but I liked it.
"Its quite cold out there, Dave," Steph's father said. "Are you going to be
all right?"
"Oh, yes sir. I have a heavy coat out in the Jeep. And of course the top is
on and so are the doors."
"Okay then," said her mother. "As usual, you two look fabulous together.
Steph, here is your coat."
"I'll take that, ma'am," I said. And I took the coat, and helped Steph into
it.
"Thank you, Dave, you are such a gentleman," Steph responded.
"Okay, now, you two be careful and be back by one, we'll be waiting up for
you," her father said. Jeez, even for a big event like this he won't cut slack.
Well, if I had a daughter like Steph, I probably would be the same way.
The party was out at this sub-divison called The Dominion. A _very_ upper
class area on the outskirts of town. It takes a lot of bucks in order to live
there. A very lot of bucks. Steph and I had a nice conversation during the 20
minute ride out there consisting of banalties (I guess we were both thinking
about what was going to happen later).
I don't remember much about the party except that the house was *very* big,
the string quartet was from my old high school and that I got involved in a
discussion with a lawyer, a doctor and a professor of history about the ethics
of genetic engeneering (I am a Microbiology major so that thing hits close to
home). Steph recieved many complements (and a couple of blatent come-ons she
told me later when we were a safe distance away) and my parents were highly
impressed with her poise and grace (two of her finer qualities, but then she
has so many. . .). It was nice that I for once had objective observers saying
the same things I did. I think it made her finally believe that many of my
coments were not made out of any ulterior motive but that they were the honest
truth.
Steph however did kind of give me a bit of a... well perhaps "cold shoulder"
is a bit to harsh, but we did not exactly have the close physical contact we
usually had. Oh, sure we held hands at appropriate moments but beyond that...
Even when sitting on a couch, talking to some other people, it was as if she
was...well for lack of a better term...distant. No relaxing into my side, no
arm around the waist, no head on the shoulder, nothing. And if I tried to
initiate anything like putting an arm around the waist or something then she
would instantly go stiff and I would draw my arm away. I figured that she had
some good reason for this, maybe the adults kept her down (which would be a
first, Steph usually gets even closer to me than usual in situations of
formality) or that she had something up her sleeve. Well, I never have
pretended to completly understand her, or any other woman for that matter.
Then it was 12:15 and we had to start leaving if she was going to make her
curfew. Sure enough, it took us 25 minutes to get out the door. (One must go
through the established routine of departing, say goodbye to who you were
talking to, say goodbye to who you had talked to, say goodbye to the host,
assure him you had wonderful time, tell parents you willl see them later, they
tell you they will be here till dawn, etc.) Then I had to drive very fast to
get her home on time, with no chance to disscuss the evening's events in great
detail; by the time we got past "I had wonderful time." and "You really looked
great tonight." we were at her house.
"Would you like to come in for a bit?" she asked me.
"Your parents won't mind?"
"You know they don't. They'll probably sit for a few moments, ask us how it
went then say 'See you later' and go to bed!" she responded.
"True, and I'll probably be over here till four in the morning!"
"I won't mind that!" she said, grinning from ear to ear.
*Well, I'll be,* I said to myself. *Looks like my real Stephanie is going to
come out and play afterall.*
Her parents were in sitting in the living room as promised. Sure enough, they
asked us how the party went, we told them it was fine. Then they asked me how
college was going and I said it was very enjoyable and very different from high
school. And then...
"Well," said Steph's father. "We're going to bed. You can go ahead and keep
the fire going, the wood is in the back. Goodnight." And they both went
upstairs.
I had of course stood up as they left the room. When I turned around I saw
that twinkle in Steph's eyes that said "Okay, now I am going to play with your
mind!"
"Why don't you take off that jacket and tie and come and sit down here." she
said, patting the couch.
"Can I take off this most uncomortable cumberbund too or just the jacket and
tie?" I countered.
"What ever you want, dearest. But do stoke up the fire, and bring me that
blanket over there; I am cold."
So I went over and sat down next to her. We sat there suggling for about ten
minutes under the blanket, gazing at the fire. She was leaning back into my
chest, her head on my shoulder and I had my arms wrapped around her.
"So, Dave, what was your favorite part of the party tonight?" she asked me
after a while.
"Why, you, of course," I responded immediatly and leaned over to kiss her
cheek. "You charmed everyone there and looked absolutly radiant in that dress."
I kept to myself for now the remarks I had been thinking about the way she had
acted towards me. Never, ever complain about how a female has acted when you
are holding her warm, soft body in your arms. Sitting in the car, across the
room, on the other side of a phone...but never when she is in your arms, unless
you are willing to give it up!
"Even though I kind of...well sort of..."
"Ignored me half the evening?" I finished for her with no malace or ill will.
If she asks you streight out, *then* you answer her. "Perhaps you did, but I
know you must have had a good reason...or something up your sleeve."
"Well, Dave, I must say, you didn't exactly pay tons of attention to me."
*What?* I thought to myself. *I never thought of that. Maybe I did.* I
raised a hand up to smooth her hair back over her forehead. "What do you mean,
love?"
"I mean once we got there and for the first hour or so, it was like you
totally forgot I was there. You introduced me around and then went off to talk
to those people about whatever. Then when you came and found me it was like you
had only done it for one reason, just to get physically close to me. I did not
appreciate it."
*Oh boy, NOW YOU'VE DONE IT, BRILIANT ONE, good luck getting out of this one.*
"Steph, I am so sorry about what I have done. Please believe me that I did not
intend for it to happen. I'm not even going to try and offer an excuse because
I know there is no excuse for my behavior. It wasn't indended to be that way."
I had had absolutly no idea that I had done that." *Geez you can be such a
fool sometimes, David.*
"Thats okay, I know you didn't mean it. I still had fun playing hard-to-get!"
*and you do it SO well* I added silently "So, what are you going to do to make
it up to me?"
"Oh, I don't know, What did you have in mind?" I replied as she reached up to
stroke my jawline.
"Just use your imagination, but remember, I *don't* want to be cold!"
"Hmmm." I had to think for a second and collect myself. What to do, what to
do... I spied the dwindeled stack of wood next to the fire. *Okay now to buy
some time* "Well I think the first thing I need to do is to get some more wood,
especialy since you're not going to kick me out."
"Don't be so sure about that!" she said with a grin. I left the living room
and headed for the kitchen, behind me I could hear Steph getting up and
following me; I assumed she was just getting more comfortable or maybe going to
the kitchen for a drink. I opened the door to the basement, turned on the light
and went down the stairs. When I reached the other side, I tried to open the
back door, but it was stuck.
Suddenly the lights were purged and I heard the door shut and the "click" of
the lock. I turned around quickly and started for the stairs before I realized
just how dark it was, tripped on something, probably my own feet and fell to
the floor. Then I heard someone walk down the stairs and across the floor. I
lay where I had fell, figuring it was the safest thing to do; I didn't want to
trip again.
Then I felt a hand on my arm guiding me to my feet. I reached out my arms in
the darkness and felt the warm shape of Stephanie. Taking matters into my own
hands I bent down to where I knew her mouth to be and gently kissed her on the
lips, briefly.
Even in the darkness I could feel her smile as she bent her head back as she
usually does after being kissed and settled into my side.
"Come down here to play?" I asked.
"But of course," she responded. "My parents might be able to hear us through
one floor, but never two!"
"Umm, but this isn't exactly the best place in the world to. . ."
"That's what you think." She left me and went over to turn on a lamp. When
I could see again, she was standing about six feet away next to a small, shaded
lamp. Then she walked over to a door and opened it. On the other side was a
spare bedroom, obviously for guests. "I came down here a couple of days ago
and prepared this."
I walked in and looked around. There was a double bed with a solid wooden
frame, a pair of nightstands, a small shelf and dresser and a closet. "Very
nice, very nice."
"And look at this," she said walking over to the bed and pulling back the
covers. "Silk sheets."
I closed the door and turned to her. Then she said, "Dave, you know I love
you."
"Yes, I know. I love you too."
"I know, I just wanted to say it before, so that you wouldn't think it was
just from the moment."
The sexual tension in the room was so think you could cut it with a knife.
We were standing on opposite sides of the bed, staring into each others eyes.
I studied her brown eyes that she thought weren't beautiful, but I swore were
the most gorgous in the world, for any hint of hesitancy or doubt. "Look,
Steph, if you don't want to do this. . . ."
"Oh, but I do, I really do." Then she knelt on the bed and motioned for
me to do the same.
Our first kiss lasted for at least five minutes, as our tongues and lips
probed and stroked and kissed. She took my right hand and placed it against her
left breast, and I felt the nipple swell in my palm. Such a nipple it was,
too, it felt like a small stone in my hand. She began to suck my tongue like a
penis, in and out, while I undid the buttons on her dress, then unsnapped the
front clasp on her bra. I pushed the material away and looked down at the
lovliest pair of breasts I have ever seen, including those in mens magazines.
They were so round and firm and perfect. Her aeriolas were pink and large, and
the nipples stood out like buttons. In the mean time, she was busy divesting me
of my tux shirt and undershirt. She ran her hands over my chest while I kissed
down her neck, ran my tongue over her collarbone, and took a nipple in my
mouth, sucking it lovingly. Her breathing became shallow and quick, and I
could feel her heart beating rapidly as I massaged one nipple while sucking
the other, then switched.
"Oh, Dave. That's soooo nice. Um, do it. Ohhhhhhhh. . ." Her words were
lost in a low moan, and I glanced up to see here eyelids flutter. I let my left
hand drift down to help her out of the rest of her dress and she obliged by
moving around so that I could do so. When I got it off she took it and tossed
it on the floor, never moving enough to cause my mouth to break contact with
her breasts. We rearranged ourself so that we were now sitting on the bed
facing each other. Then I moved my hand between her legs, and she spread them
for me, drawing her knees up slightly. I rubbed her outer labia through her
panties, and her breaths turned into little mewls of delight. My heart was
beating like a freight train. She was biting her lower lip and churning her
hips when I eased her panties aside and let my fingers probe her.
She was warm and wet, and her breathing deepened as I began stroking around
her clitoris with my thumb while slowly inserting my middle finger inside her.
Her vagina was very snug, even around just one finger. Her hips rocked slowly
and rhythmically, matching the strokes of my hand as I palmed and probed her
tightness, and she put her hand behind my head and pulled my mouth back onto her
breast again. I sucked her nipples for a few mintues, while her hips began to
move gradually faster, then she gasped slightly and pushed my head down toward
her abdomen.
"Please. Oh, fuck. mmmmmmmm, that's so good. Ah, Dave. Do you. uhhhhh. mind
giving head? Uhhhhhhhh. I know some guys. don't like. uuuuuuuhhhh."
I kissed her navel and lifted my head her eyes opened just a little and I
winked at her. She closed them again and smiled, then began moaning and rolling
her head back and forth. I removed my hand from her womanhood and took her
panties off completely. She lifted her hips to help, and I took the opportunity
to kiss her very lightly. She bit her lower lips again and giggled. That giggle
turned into a moan as I began to lick her inner lips.
I am very, very good at giving head. My last girlfriend was a very
communicative lover, and over the year we'd been together I had learned just
exactly what turns a woman on. Steph's lips were parted slightly, and her
moistness was pooled slightly in the hole.
I took my time, alternately sucking her labia and flicking my tongue over her
clitoris while my index finger gently stroked around it. Every few strokes I
would plunge my tongue into her vagina, then after a pause I'd begin licking
her clitoris again.
Three times she came close to coming, her body arching and her moans reaching
a peak, and three times I backed off, licking gently about her labia and
reaching up to stroke the sides and undersides of her tits. Each time I backed
off she moaned and laughed a little in disappointment but she knew how good it
would be when I took her all the way.
"Do you want to come now, Steph?" I asked between licks.
"Ummmmmm, yes. Oh, yeah. I want to come, I really, ahhhhhhhhh, want to come.
What a good idea. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, do me."
"I aim to please." I began sucking her in earnest, with no turning back.
I gradually inserted a second finger into her, and she gasped, but her hips
started snapping even more wildly. I felt a little twitch in her hips and knees,
and I knew it was time. I sucked her clitoris deeply and she came.
Her thighs clamped over my ears as she wrapped her legs around my head. Her
hips snapped and bucked wildly, as though she was trying to escape, but she held
onto me with her legs. The sound she made was high and sweet and came from the
back of her throat. Sort of an Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm sound that turned into a
throaty moan as her lips parted into an O. I love to watch a woman's face at
she comes. Such love, such joy. Steph's face was completely rapturous as I
sucked and licked her vagina. I kept her coming for a full minute at least,
then when she began to come down I nibbled her clit lightly with my teeth
until she was coming again. Finally, after bringing her to climax three times
in this way, she stroked my hair with her hands, released her thigh grip on my
head and said, "That's all I can take, lover. Ah, god, that was the best, the
best."
The room was dimly lit from a streetlight outside through a gauzy curtain.
"You just lie back and let Steph suck your beautiful penis."
I did just that, of course. She even put a pillow behind my head, leaning
over my face to adjust it, and I gave her nipples another suck for good measure.
Then she unbuckled my pants and took off them and my boxers together and threw
them on the floor next to her dress. Then she spread my legs and laid down on
her stomach between them, her legs bent at the knees and sticking up. It was
just exactly as I had dreamed it; so much so, that for a moment I wondered,
with the eerie quality of the light and the perfectness of the situation, if I
might be dreaming. She kissed my penis from the base to the tip, all along the
underside, then swirled her tongue over the head and took it into her mouth.
All notions of dreaming left my mind at the feeling of her mouth sliding down
my penis while her tongue slipped side to side all the way. Again, she went
slowly, applying just enough suction and pressure that I could feel
every tastebud on her tongue and every vein on my painfully erect member. She
bobbed her head slowly up and down, up and down, and on every downstroke I could
see her tight ass down there between my ankles, and on every upstroke I could
see her lovely breasts, pushed together, emphasizing their roundness. And on
every stroke she sighed in pleasure.
After a dozen deep strokes or so, she lifted her mouth from my penis and began
to lick and kiss the underside again, her left hand stroking my belly. Then she
sucked each of my balls lightly and stroked the shaft with her right hand. We
made eye contact again as she lifted her head to take me back into her mouth,
and she winked and blew me a little kiss. She gave the underside of my cock a
wet, tonguey kiss, and her eyes half closed as she gave me the sexiest
expression I've ever seen. Then it was back to the deep strokes with side to
side tongue movement on the underside of my penis. Such a feeling cannot be
described. It was incredible.
She developed a rhythm. A dozen deep strokes, then lick and kiss the shaft
and my balls. Then more strokes, more licks. Each time she went back to my
penis she sucked a little stronger, and soon I could feel her saliva dripping
from my balls onto the silken bedsheets.
Steph lifted her mouth from me, licked her lips very sexily, and said,
"Are you ready, Dave? Do you want to come in my mouth now?" She smiled, and I
was, in fact, pretty damn ready. "Uh huh" was all I could say, and she smiled
and drew herself to a kneeling position. "Let's get serious, then," she said,
and positioned my hands so I could squeeze and stroke her breasts while she
sucked me. This was serious. From the first stroke I could see what this new
angle did for her (and me!). She was now taking my entire penis, all the way,
down into her throat. I had never been deep throated before. Each stroke began
with just her lips on the head, about 1/8th of an inch of my manhood in her
mouth, then she would plunge down, taking the whole thing into her mouth, over
her swirling tongue, into her throat. Her hands were on either side of my hips,
supporting her, and I stroked and squeezed and palmed her breasts while her
head bobbed faster and faster.
This did not last long. I felt the orgasm begin at the base of my spine, the
rapidly build up through my balls and into the shaft. In that moment, just
before a man comes, when the pressure backs off just a tad, I said "I'm
coming. . ." in a throaty whisper. Steph took the glans of my penis all the way
in her mouth, placed her teeth at the edge of the glans and shaft, grabbed the
shaft with both hands nd used her tounge to stimulate the glans and gave the
underside a long, hard stroke with her tongue while she sucked. And I came.
She began to moan, then was cut off by the raging stream of my come flooding
her mouth. She swallowed once, twice, then backed off and breathed in around
the edge of my penis. It was still pulsing, still sending jism into her mouth,
and some of it spilled out. In a few moments my cock began to subside, and she
let it slide out of her mouth so she could lick up the come that had dripped
into my pubic hair and onto my balls.
She licked my penis clean, and semi hard again, then kissed her way up to my
face and slid beside me, pulling up the covers as she slid into my side. Her
right hand was behind my head, her left stroked my chest. I was just this side
of unconscious, but I was completely aware of her touch, her breasts crushed
against my side, and the fact that my penis was already starting to harden
again.
"I love reciprocity," she said after a few moments. "I do you, you do me. We
both end up very happy."
"Ummm, happy. . ." I said like a blithering idiot. Lucid speach was not
something I was capable of at that particular moment. Then as my brain cleared
away the sexual fog, "Whats next?"
"Oh, I want more, the night is still young!"
"The night may be young, but give me a few more minutes to recover," I said
as my hands began to wander over her body again. "Where did you learn how to
do that?"
"Where did *you* learn how to do that?" she said as a way of answering.
"Doesen't matter, I guess." She nodded. "That as far as you've gone? or do
you have other hidden talents?"
"A few, but I have never actually had intercourse."
"I see. . ." I said as my fingers began to creep along her thighs again.
"Yet, that is." she modified. "But. . ." and she moved her hand down to my
penis and gave it a squeeze.
"That an invitation?" I asked.
"Damn straight it is!" she said laughing.
That laugh of hers always served to excite me. So I said, "Are you sure?
Maybe its just something with me, but although I am pretty decent with fingers
and hands, I've only given a woman an orgasm once through actual penetration."
"I don't think its just you, my girlfriends say that they have an orgasm more
often with oral sex then actual coitis."
"I just wouldn't want it to be a dissapointment for you."
"Dave, don't you know that nothing, absolutly nothing I do with you could
possibly be a dissapointment. I love you, remember?"
"I love you too," I said kissing her forehead.
"Just one thing, I don't want plain old missionary. I want something exciting
so use your immagination!"
I responded by letting my fingers glide up over her most sesitive areas, which
produced an "Oh!" of suprise from her. "First we need to make sure that you are
lubricated enough." I stroked gently her clitoris and vaginal opening while
breathing softly in her ear. In a few minutes she was extremely wet and I knew
that she was on her way up the hill of orgasm. Then I placed both hands on her
waist and gently pulled her up on top of me. I slid into her easily and at
first I saw a wave of slight pain wash across her face which was replaced by a
a look of satisfaction.
"Whats it feel like?" I asked as I could feel the muscles of her vagina
tightening, loosing and retightening around my penis.
"Like nothing else I have ever experienced. Like suddenly my body has had
grown another extention but one that is not really mine. Like an empty void
has been filled."
"Okay now. Slowly sit up and bring your legs along side of me." This she
did and I could feel my penis advance further into her. She closed her eyes and
ran her hands over her body. "Alright, now I am going to sit up. You need to
cross your legs behind me and link your hands behind my neck. I am going to
fold my legs beneath you and put my arms around your back." As we did this
I could feel my penis achieve maximum penetration and her vaginal muscles
clamped down even harder.
"Ummm, I could just sit here for ever, not moving, not doing anything but
just feeling you inside me."
It took every iota of physical restraint and control that I had not to do
anything but let her just enjoy it for a few moments. Then when I could finally
stand it no longer I began to slowly rock back and forth, which had the effect
of bringing my penis half an inch or so in and out of her. She opened her eyes,
looked me strieght in the face and moved her her head forward to kiss me. As
our tongues met we both closed our eyes and she lifted herself up slightly,
matching my movements. This continued for some time as I could feel her
tightening even more around me. Another orgasm was building in my balls and
I increased the rocking and she matched me stroke for stroke. Finally I could
stand it no longer and exploded into her while my arms tightened around her
fiercely. As her muscles milked every drop from my penis her nails ran down my
back and dug in. Breaking off our kiss she gave a small shriek as we smashed
together the final time and then she went limp and fell backward. I also could
take no more and fell back too.
We remained like that for a few minutes, me still inside of her, until she
regained enough energy to find pull herself up, bring her legs out from
underneath me and pivot to lie on top of me. I also striegtend out my legs, so
that we were now touching along our entire bodies, still with her vagina around
my now deflated penis. We were both physically drained and sweating slightly.
Shejust looked into my eyes and smiled, a happy and contened smile. I mustered
enough energy to bring a hand up and push back her hair.
"Still love me?" she asked.
"More then ever." I replied.
DISCLAIMER: I did not write this story, nor do I condone its actions.
These files were archived several months ago, it is now time to kill
the archive, I am posting and then deleting these files. requests
for reposting will be ignored. - These stories belong to whomever they
belong to. enjoy!
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