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she could be this erotic while she was off the roof, what would she do
when she was finished? For a minute I thought that we were finished
for the night, but she had other ideas. She leaned forward so that our
chests touched, her hard nipples digging into my pectorals as I felt
her body sliding across mine, my cum and my sweat providing the
lubrication. It felt wonderful! Her soft lips found mine and she
poked her tongue between my lips, forcing its way into my mouth as her
hands started to search for my nipples. She found both of them and
again started pinching and twisting them, occasionally letting her
fingernails dig in sharply and causing my cock to stir from its
lethargy and begin to snake its way upward, bumping into her side as it
jerked involuntarily.
Giggling, she breathed into my mouth, "Are you ready so soon? Do
you want me to do it AGAIN?" with the emphasis on the last word
implying that she really didn't believe it. "Sit back and let me do
you slowly, touch you slowly so that it lasts, while I tell you what
we're going to do next weekend."
My mind is nearly a complete blank. I remember her telling me that
we were going to go down near the river where we could be alone, that
we were going to make love on a blanket, that we were going to be naked
and together under the stars; and I remember that she kept me right on
the edge of my third orgasm of the night, but she wouldn't let me cum.
Every time my body rose towards the apex, she would slow down or she
would stop completely and simply continue kissing me with her lips and
tongue. Vaguely I remember my voice, sounding as if it was coming from
some movie screen, begging her to let me cum, nearly crying in my
frustration as the sensations welled up, only to be capped just before
completion. My entire being was wrapped up in a small, thin sixteen
year old girl with knowledge beyond her years.
Finally, she stuck her tongue in my ear and licked it wetly as she
whispered that it was time, that she was also ready to cum. I hadn't
been touching her, at her insistence, but now my hand found its way
back under her skirt to rub at the erect nubbin at the top of her
slippery wet lips. As soon as I touched it, she groaned and I felt her
hips spasm as she worked herself against my fingers, her own now
rubbing frantically up and down my cock, no longer slippery but hot
with the friction of her movements as the loose skin slid back and
forth over the sensitive nerve endings, causing me to erupt again, this
time on my own chest and belly. Her hand started the milking motion on
my cock head again, my cum giving sufficient lubrication so that it
wasn't painful, and I remember moaning her name as my hip spasms
started to subside.
Somehow I remember going down to the lake to wash off, her chest
glistening in the streetlights as she bathed my cum from her body, her
skin shivering with the icy coldness of the water. I remember holding
her in my arms, giving my warmth to her and shielding her from the
world, and I remember arriving back at her house just before curfew,
but the memories are too vague to be recounted.
Needless to say, my thoughts for the next week would be colored
with the memories of what we had done in the backs seat of my Ford and
fantasies about what we would do on the river next week, the subject of
another chapter in this series.
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Wednesday's Child is Loving and Giving
I had made a date with Vickie for the next Friday night when she
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