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Marie (m/f, f/f, cons/nc, ins), Part 5
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
MARIE
CHAPTER FIVE
April of that year left in a hurry and most of May hurried,
too. I didn't get the chance to stay out at Charlene's again right
away, but I knew Roger hadn't forgotten me. One Saturday morning
there was a gorgeous little bookcase, just the right size, in the
driveway beside our house. It was solid mahogany and beautifully
finished and the card taped to it just said, "An early birthday
present for a very special young lady." It was signed, only, "A
secret admirer." I pretended utter ignorance, but sent Roger a
thank-you note on the sly.
I didn't get many chances for adventure and I was pretty much
finished with kids near my age and there weren't any real prospects
among the older guys or men in the neighborhood. I was walking
around in a state of constant horniness, relieved only slightly by
occasional games of stink-fink with Jeanne. That last week of May
dragged on and Memorial weekend seemed to last forever. Dad went on
a rampage on Memorial day because, apparently, of my sister, St.
Alexis the Pure.
Alexis always went around passing judgment and telling us
things were wrong or sins. Anything. Everything. And here she'd
gotten herself caught jerking off some jock in a Dodge. In the
driveway. We're not talking about a Nobel Laureate here, as you can
plainly see.
On the next Saturday, good ol' Marty came snuffling around. He
had his permit and his Dad's old car and offered to take me for a
drive. Well, sure, I knew what he had in mind, but I was so horny
at that point, I would've sat on his stickshift. So we went for a
drive by the Anderson's grain elevator -- romantic, huh? -- and we
did it and then he drove me home.
And I was still horny.
Finally, on the third week of June, Dad announced that my
phantom step-brother was coming to visit. I was determined to
seduce him -- and I was going to have the chance, because his visit
was going to coincide with the church fair.
When Dan arrived, Jeanne and I -- we had been exchanging
fantasies and making plans for two weeks -- were all prepared. We
were both going to do him. Teeheehee.
He was even better-looking than before; other than that, he
hadn't changed much. He still sat up till three in the morning,
reading paperbacks and anything else he could get his hands on.
We'd been counting on that. Jeanne and I would come creeping
downstairs at eleven or so, after everyone else was asleep, and sit
on the floor or the couch -- anywhere we could be sure the light
would show through our nightgowns. He slept on a pullout in the
living room and we'd come through there in the middle of the night,
wearing a pair of panties and, maybe a tee-shirt, maybe not.
He was getting all these nice hard-ons from us, but never did
anything. So we went to Plan B, which we considered foolproof.
Three nights before he was supposed to fly back to New York,
Mom and Dad were going to a pre-carnival dinner for all the
volunteers, and my brothers were staying at Grandma's and Alexis
had this Really Big Date. Dan was left to watch over us. At nine
o'clock, he sent us to take our baths. At nine-thirty -- after we
had spent most of the time plying Yellow Pages with each other -- I
called downstairs to him.
This was the foolproof part:
"What's the matter?"
"You have to make sure we're clean."
"What??!!?"
"That's what Mom or Dad always does."
He muttered something and came trudging up the stairs. Jeanne
and I popped out into the hallway butt-naked and stood there
wearing shit-eating grins, displaying all of our sleek little
charms and secret places. Our nipples were hard enough to pierce
paper when he topped the stairs and turned toward us.
Dan took one look at us, blushed, stared me right in the eye
and said, "Get dry, get dressed, get to bed -- and don't ever pull
this shit on me again. Get moving!"
We moved. So much for foolproof plans.
[What? No, I think he liked what he saw. Remember, I had a
terrific little figure -- 26-19-25 -- and Jeanne was just
sprouting, so she wasn't too hard to look at, either. But he
thought of us as "kids" first and "females" second. Seems pretty
obvious to me.]
Anyhow.
Marty had been calling a couple of times a day and asking me
to come to this "party." The day after Jeanne and I pulled our
foolproof plan on Dave, Marty finally admitted what was happening.
Y'see, Marty was junior varsity football at Rossford High and he
was trying to buddy up to the in-crowd with the varsity. The party
was going to consist of Marty, three guys from the varsity -- and
me. Get the picture?
Right: a gangbang.
I told him to call Dana -- since that was more her speed --
but he said No, he wanted me to do it. He started to get real pushy
about it. It upset me, but I didn't tell anyone.
So the next evening, about five-thirty, I was out on the front
porch with Lisa and Dan was sitting there reading the Toledo Blade.
Marty pulled up with his three would-be buddies. Marty and one of
them -- Eric, the halfback -- got out and came up on the the porch
with him. Marty had filled out and Eric was just big. I remember
there were clouds coming in and the wind had stopped. I could feel
the thunder in the sky, just waiting to start.
I introduced Marty to Dan -- he just waved and went back to
the his sports pages; he was a real baseball nut -- and Marty
introduced Eric to Lisa and Dave and me. Eric was wearing a muscle
tee-shirt and he had the right to wear it. I was wearing a pair of
shorts that were too small and a loose blue pullover. I was wishing
I'd worn a bra, since my nipples were hard and pushing against the
fabric.
"Well, are you going to come with us to the party?" Marty
asked.
I told him the same thing I'd said on the phone: "I don't want
to, Marty. Get someone else to play with you."
"We want YOU," Marty said.
"Cute girl like you could have a real good time with us," Eric
said.
Dan turned the page on the sports section.
"I just don't want to," I said.
"Sure you do," Eric said. He was staring right at my tits.
Dan folded the paper and set it down on the floorboards of the
porch.
"No, I don't!" I said. "Why don't you guys go on to your old
party and just leave me alone?"
Marty put his hand on my arm, just above the elbow and started
to lean toward me, whispering something. I shook free and backed
away. "I think you better go, Marty."
Dan was sitting there with his feet up on the porch rail and
his hands folded across his stomach, just watching us. I was
backing up and backed right into Eric. He grabbed my forearms from
behind and pulled me back against him. I felt his dick rubbing
against me. I tried to get loose. He didn't get shaken off as
easily as Marty.
"She said to let her go."
Dan was standing and he was close. The top of his head was
barely even with Eric's chin.
Eric turned toward him, still holding my forearm in one hand.
"You're not being polite," Dan said.
"And what're you -- "
He never finished what he was saying. I was maybe a foot away
when Dan hit Eric in the face. It was a weird, short punch so fast
that I hardly saw his hand move and didn't even really see the
punch. Later I learned it was some kind of karate punch. At the
time, though, all I knew was that Eric was staggering back with
blood all over his face. He went back about two steps and fell flat
on his ass, just sitting there looking dumb.
Dan turned on one foot and kicked Marty's ankles out from
under him. Marty went down. One of the other guys -- I think it was
Mark -- was out of the car and running up the porch steps. Dan
grabbed one of the aluminum lawn chairs we used on the porch and
scooped it underhand at him. Mark put his hands up to deflect the
chair and Dan kicked him in the knee. Something cracked and Mark
fell down.
Eric was up again and Dan hit him backhanded with his fist,
right across the face and that was it for Eric. The last guy,
Timmy, was coming up the stairs at the same time Marty was getting
up. Dan's back was to him, so I don't know how he knew, but when
Marty tried to tackle him, Dan just kind of half-turned, caught
Marty's arm and helped him keep going -- right off the end of the
porch. I think he was trying to throw Marty into Timmy, but Tim
side-stepped.
"Let's get it on, motherfucker," Dan said and stepped toward
him. Tim started to raise his hands. Dan hit him five times real
fast: in the face with his open palm, then a punch in the stomach,
then another punch low -- right in his balls -- then another punch
high in the belly and then he hit him square in the face with
another punch that went so fast I hardly saw it.
Now, I knew Dan lived in a bad neighborhood in Brooklyn and I
knew he'd studied judo or karate or something, but he was always so
nice and patient, and always trying to mollify people that -- well,
I never expected anything like this. I'd even figured him for some
kind of chicken, 'cause he always tried so hard to avoid trouble.
The whole thing hadn't lasted more than thirty seconds. There were
high school athletes all over the place and they were all hurt.
Lisa just sat there on the porch railing, staring.
Marty was out cold where he'd landed and Tim was the same.
Mark just lay there holding the knee and crying. Eric finally
managed to stand on the third or fourth try and said he was going
to call the police.
"Yeah," Dan said. "Call the cops. Tell them how four football
heroes got jumped by one bookworm from Brooklyn and got the shit
kicked out them. And don't forget to mention the four jocks were
trying to force an eleven-year-old girl to go to a 'party' with
them." He threw a dime on the porch floor in front of Eric. "Go on.
Call them." He laughed. "Asshole." He laughed again. I never want
to hear anyone make that particular sound again; it was like
listening to Hell enjoying a cruel practical joke.
Tim and Marty were coming around. With Eric, they got Mark in
the car and left. Marty backed into a trash can with the Challenger
on the way out of the driveway.
Jeanne stuck her head out of the door -- she'd been upstairs
taking a shower; I never knew anyone who took so many showers --
and asked, "Hey, you guys -- what's all the noise?"
Dan had retrieved the aluminum chair and was just sitting down
again. "Chair fell," he said and started reading the paper again.
Lisa was still staring.
Jeanne said, "Oh," and went back inside. I went to Lisa and
touched her arm. She shivered and said, "I think I'm gonna be
sick."
"Great," Dan said, not looking up. Lisa slid off the rail and
scampered off the porch, heading for home.
I turned to my phantom step-brother.
"I don't want you or Lisa blabbing about this," he said,
without looking up.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. They're not going to tell anyone what
happened and if you and Lisa keep your mouths shut, this'll be the
end of it."
"But -- "
"But nothing. If you start talking about it, though, your
ferocious foursome will have to get even -- and since I won't be
here all the time, they'll take it out on you. Just shut up about
it. Got it?"
He looked up at me. I nodded, went to him, threw my arms
around him and gave him a big kiss, right on the lips. Then I ran
into the house and stayed in the bathroom for about an hour, just
shaking.
I saw some of them around town after that and I saw Marty in
school, but none of them ever said a word to me. I always returned
the favor. Later I found out they'd explained their injuries as
being the result of horsing around playing basketball at Navarre
park.
What was kind of funny, though, was they were all cute and I
was so horny and frustrated, I would've gone with any of them or
even all of them if they hadn't been such damn animals about it.
After a week -- and Dan had gone back to New York for another year
-- I was fantasizing about what it might have been like and kind of
regretting the missed opportunity. But over July Fourth weekend,
Dad borrowed Uncle Charlie's summer house on Kelly's Island and
took us all out there and I got the chance to find out what it was
like to pull a train.
Kelly's Island is out in Lake Erie. You get there by a ferry
from near Port Clinton. In the winter, when the lake is really
frozen, sometimes you can get there by sled or ice boat or even
car, but every year a couple of dweebs go through the ice and drown
while they try that.
It's some sort of national park -- at least part of it is --
and there's all this stuff left over from when the glaciers gouged
the Great Lakes out of the continent. It's very quiet, very
pretty...and very dull -- to a young person with an active libido.
I was less than thrilled by the time we got to the house, a
big ol' place about halfway up a hill and looking northeast over
the lake. Dad and Mom were doing Dad-and-Mom stuff -- Mom was
cleaning and organizing and Dad was looking for things to fix. My
little brothers had discovered a treehouse and were as happy as
'coons in a garbage dump. Jeanne loved that nature stuff and
immediately headed out for the wildlife trails. Alexis, with her
blonde hair and big ass, had gotten herself picked up by some
lumbering islander on the ferry; he had a red Mustang convertible,
so she had everything she needed.
All I had was an itch and two weeks of boredom to look forward
to. Or so I thought.
The house was against the side of a steep hill. Above us was
all forest and the top of the hill was part of the national park-
land, so it was pretty much deserted. It was a good place to get
away from Mom's nagging and Dad's cussing and my brothers' shouting
and bickering. There was a very faint trail climbing up the hill in
a series of cutbacks.
I was wearing some cutoff jeans -- these were cut just above
my knees -- and I'd filched one of Alexis's halter tops. It fit,
which was a nice change of pace for me, since I'd started sprouting
again. I'd thought about shopping for a real swimsuit, but when I
measured myself, I was up to 27-19-25. So much for a real swimsuit.
About two-thirds of the way to the top, a dog suddenly
appeared from the bush. He wasn't very big and he was purebred mutt
with a lot of basset in him. He stopped, looked at me, then wagged
his tail and came right over, his great big eyes looking up at me.
I let him sniff my hand and whine and when he rubbed his head
against my fingers, I started scratching around his ears and under
his jowls. His tail wagged even more. We chased each other up the
trail a little and then he barked once, in enthusiasm. He didn't
have a collar, and I kind of hoped he was a stray. He was a neat
dog.
Then someone whistled form the cliff. He barked once at me and
started scooting up the trail. I followed.
Just as I huffed past the top of the trail, I saw about a
half-dozen kids on blankets. The kids looked like they were about
sixteen or so, some older, some -- the girls -- maybe a little
younger. The dog was with one of the guys, who was watching me.
I said Hi and introduced myself and told him what a neat dog
he had.
His name was Ike. He and the other kids there lived on the
island. He was about a foot taller than me and not bad looking, but
boy, did he have a built on him! The fact that he was shirtless
made it hard to miss, too.
They invited me to hang out with them and I was glad they did,
since it meant some variation at least. The boys all checked me out
-- so did the girls -- but no one came on to me ... then. The girls
seemed a little stand-offish. That made sense. Kelly's Island isn't
big and in a place like that, when the girls get paired off with
boyfriends, they don't want newcomers to upset the balance of
things. But when they found out I wasn't going to be twelve for a
couple of weeks, most of them relaxed. One of them, Reenie -- her
real name was Maureen -- offered to meet me at the house the next
day and show me a short cut. I thought that was nice.
Reenie was sixteen and had a nice face and real dark, straight
hair -- she said her great-grandmother was an Indian -- but the
most noticeable things about her were her tits. She had these huge
boobs, I mean, they had to be as big as cantaloupes. When she came
to the house to call for me, Dad kept staring at her tits like he'd
never seen breasts before. As we were walking to the shortcut, I
warned her as much as I dared about Dad. I told her he was going to
be grabbing at her tits if he got her alone -- Dad was notorious
for that, especially if he'd had a couple of beers.
She looked at me and said, "You know, it's hard to believe
you're only twelve."
I smiled and said that was the way it was.
She told me that when she was my age, her tits were bigger
than mine, but she was also taller. And she confided that she'd
found the attention her figure got from boys was an interesting
diversion from what had become a pretty boring routine.
Since it was tell-all time, I took the bait and revealed that
I was not exactly a little innocent. She set the hook and reeled me
in and I told her a little of my exploits. She told me a little of
hers, but not much.
The same group was there plus a few more. Boys now outnumbered
girls. I figured I'd better play it safe and not mess around, and
assumed that all the boys were spoken for; no flirting by me, no
siree bob.
Some of the boys were throwing a softball around and a couple
of the girls were playing cards and it was nice. We all just laid
around in the sunshine and enjoyed each other's company. From time
to time, I noticed Reenie talking privately to one or two of the
girls. From the way they looked at me after the chats, I knew what
she'd told them. I didn't really mind, not even when I noticed some
of the boys started looking at me different, too, after the girls
talked to them.
Later in the afternoon, a couple of couples paired off and
were making out under an old elm. They were going at it pretty hot
and heavy. One of the boys, Vernon, had been rubbing his
girlfriend's rather scrawny tit and he was moving the other hand
down between her legs. Ellen didn't stop him when he started
rubbing her off through her shorts. She was so skinny that her brown
legs were like two pipes sticking out of her shorts. There was
enough room for him to get his fingers inside one leg of the shorts
-- and he did. I knew from the way she was moving and he was moving
that he was fingering her. They kept it up till she came, then he
stood and led her by the hand back into the woods.
Reenie said something like "Those two are like rabbits." She
looked at me and grinned a little crookedly.
I nodded and said, "Lucky her; at least she's got a boyfriend
with her." Then I looked at the cards in my hand and rummied the
straight flush someone had played earlier.
On the way back to my house, Reenie told me they were going to
have a little weenie roast that night and I was welcome to come.
She said almost everyone would be there, including some kids I
hadn't met. She said that since it was going to be full moon, they
might go for a swim in a pond back in the woods.
It sounded great and I agreed.
When Reenie came for me at the house, it was almost six-
thirty. Mom and Dad had been drinking Blatz all afternoon and I
knew they were going to be asleep early, which meant my brothers
were going to be put to bed early. Alexis was, as usual, Out and
Jeanne was in the bathroom, trying to drain the cistern -- as
usual. I knew what she was really doing in there, but What the
hell?
When we got to the top, it was just getting dark. There were
about fifteen kids there. Someone had built a real careful campfire
in a depression scooped out of the dirt and a couple of kids were
roasting weenies and marshmallows on sticks. Most of the kids were
availing themselves of the beer someone had brought -- a couple of
cases of Blatz and Carling. Vernon and Ellen were making out.
I ate a frank and a couple of marshmallows. There was no soda,
so I washed it down with cold beer. Ike was kind of hanging around
me and there were these little touches now and then -- you know, on
my wrist or my shoulder -- and when I went into the bushes to take
a leak, I asked Reenie who his girlfriend was. She said she guessed
she was, but said she and Ike weren't Like That and not to worry
about it; cookout nights were special. She wouldn't explain more,
but promised that if I stuck around, I'd understand.
When I got back to the group, all ready to let Ike give me
some enjoyment, I found that he and about half of the others had gone
off for their swim. I was wearing Alexis's swimtop and my bottoms
under my shorts and windbreaker -- it got cool out there on the
lake, even in midsummer -- so I was prepared. I followed the sounds
of splashing till I got to the pond.
The swimsuit was not appropriate attire; birthday suits were
the order of the day.
I hesitated, but someone -- one of the guys -- yelled, "Come
on, little girl! Don't be shy!"
I peeled out of my clothes and when I took the halter off, I
heard a girl giggle and say, "Little?"
I stripped off the bottoms and went to the edge of the pond.
One of the guys warned me not to dive because the pond bottom was
uneven, so I waded in and struck out in a shallow crawl stroke
toward the others. The pond was about eighty feet across and almost
round. The far side of it was shrouded in shadows from overhanging
trees. The others were in the middle of the pond. Ike was a little
farther out, where it was deeper. He waved me toward him.
The main bunch was in water about waist deep or a little more.
As I swam past, someone reached out and ran a hand down my back to
my butt and gave one cheek a little squeeze.
Just Ike's head and shoulders were above the water when I
reached him. "Ever been skinny-dipping before?"
"Not since I was a little kid," I said.
"From what I saw, you're no little kid any more."
"And from what you've heard."
He nodded and grinned.
"You guys do this a lot?"
"Every couple of weeks in summer. Weather's got to be right
and there has to be enough moonlight and no Scout troops." He
laughed. "We really upset a troop last summer. They kind of
stumbled upon us."
I'd been treading water for a couple of minutes at that point.
"You getting tired?" he asked.
"A little," I admitted.
He grinned and then I felt his hands on my waist. He pulled me
closer until I was pressed against him. He kissed me and I was all
for it. I wrapped my legs around his hard waist and my arms around
his neck. He slid his hands down to cup my butt and ground me
against him. I felt the hard ridges of muscle on his abdomen
rubbing my clit. I was getting awfully hot. I scooted my behind
down a little and, sure enough, I felt something smooth and hard
bump against the little strip of flesh between my butt-hole and my
pussy. Unfortunately, I was so much shorter than him that I
couldn't possibly think about going farther without developing
gills; my head would've been underwater.
"Can we go someplace a little drier?" I asked.
"Sure -- other side of the pond. Can you swim it?"
I kissed him and nodded, then we disentangled and I turned to
swim. He grabbed my ankles and gave me a push that sent me a good
third of the way to the far side of the pond. I swam till my feet
touched bottom, but he swam past me and was standing before I was.
What a gorgeous sight he was, with that great body glistening in
the moonlight. His cock was as long as Roger's had been, maybe
eight inches, but not as thick. Certainly as hard, though. He held
his hand out to me. I took it and stood and he led me out of the
water and into the dark woods beyond. There were some hoots from
behind us. I ignored them.
I suppose in daylight and wearing shoes it would've taken
about two minutes, but dressed as we weren't and by moonlight, the
twisty path took about ten minutes.
"Almost there," he whispered. We were approaching what looked
like an impenetrable wall of bushes.
"I hear something," I said. "Someone -- "
"It's okay." He put his hand on my butt and pushed aside some
of the brush and urged me through.
There were a couple of old mattresses on the ground inside the
ring of brush. Old sheets were on the mattresses. A couple was on
one of the sheets. Ellen and Vernon; no surprise.
I stopped and stared. Ellen was on her back under Vernon, her
skinny legs bent back till her ankles were next to her ears. Her
hairy cunt was pointed up and Vernon's dick was pumping in and out
like crazy. From the amount of juices on the sheet and on her ass,
I guessed that they hadn't just arrived.
I already wanted Ike desperately, but what he did then
absolutely bound me to him. He bent and put his lips next to my
ear, brushed back my wet hair and whispered, "If you want to
change your mind, it's okay to do it now and no one's going to rag
you for it; I guarantee that. But if you want to stop, now is the
time. Okay?"
I turned and kissed him on the lips and grabbed his rigid
dick. "Now is the time, alright." I dropped to my knees and pulled
his dick into my mouth and started sucking as hard as I could. He
groaned and put his hands on the sides of my face -- lightly, not
forcing. I didn't want to suck him off, at least not right then. I
wanted that hard cock in my pussy, scratching my itch. He didn't
try to stop me when I pulled back. I led him, dick-wise, to one of
the vacant mattresses and lay down.
He lay beside me and kissed me for a while. We were caressing
each other and then he bent down and started feasting on my tits.
He kept stopping to tell me how perfect and firm and beautiful my
tits were. Then he licked his way down my belly and licked my
thighs and then he put his face between my legs.
"Hey! You don't have any hair down here!"
"Not so you'd notice," I said, rubbing my palms over my
swollen nipples.
"Believe me, I'm in a position to notice." He chuckled.
I chuckled, too, but then his tongue ran slowly from my
asshole all the way up my pussy lips to my clit and I stopped
chuckling and started gasping. That boy knew how to eat! And the
way he did it betrayed genuine enthusiasm.
After about five minutes and five little orgasms, I pulled his
face out of my cunt and dragged him up over me. I locked my legs
around his waist and felt his dick head bumping around the area of
my pussy, seeking the opening. I'd loved the way he ate me, but
Jeanne could eat me just as well. What Jeanne couldn't do was slide
a nice hard dick up my hungry little pussy and that's what I
wanted.
He kept prodding and kept missing and I kept trying to catch
his prick in my pussy, to no avail. Finally, I reached around and
under and took matters into my own fingers. I guided his cock to
the entrance, wriggled my hips till it was wedged securely, and
then put my arms around his neck and whispered, "Fuck me, Ike!"
He was trying to ram me, but I was so little and tight that
the going was too slow for either of us. I crossed my ankles behind
his butt and hunched up at him, pulling myself onto his rigid cock
as he pushed down into me. He glans slid inside and he gasped.
"You're so tight! Are you a virgin?"
"Not by a long shot! Just fuck me!"
Well that was what he did. He hooked his hands over my
shoulders, resting most of his upper body weight on his elbows --
sparing me -- and started pumping. I was wet and tight, but he was
wet and he was also hard and strong and he was moving his dick like
a piston in me. I could hear the wet sucking noises my pussy made
around his hard dick. Even with his moaning and my gasping, I could
hear it.
He pumped faster and faster. I hadn't cum yet, but I was going
to soon -- and it was going to be a big one. I could feel it
building in my belly, kind of coiling there like a big spring.
"I gotta -- gotta cum in you!" he hissed. He fell forward
slightly, burying his prick in me. Our pubic bones were touching
and he was pressing my clittie, too. I felt his balls slap on my
upturned ass, into all the overflowing juices in the crack there.
"Cumming -- cumming -- " he coughed.
That did it for me. I locked around him and felt my vagina
start its squeezing and spasming. He howled and poured his jism
into me. I could feel his dick swell with each spurt and that just
sent me higher. Usually, I just get all clenched up and frozen when
I come, but this time my hips started shaking against him and as
tight as my cunt was, it must have felt to him like --
"Your cunt is sucking me! Damn!"
He half-collapsed onto me, his dick shriveling out of my
clutches. He rolled onto his back, rolling me with him to keep his
dick inside. I settled down onto his dwindling dick as much as I
could and rested my head against his chest. He kissed the top of my
head and ran his hands over me.
"I want to do it again, when you rest," I said. "I came so
hard..."
"Why wait till he rests?" said a voice. A girl's voice.
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