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Veronica
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
Darlene'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 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 11 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.
Here 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, and 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 Dan, Marty finally admitted
what was happening. Y'see, Marty had gone from considerate
nerd to asshole jock in a few months. He 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 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 good time with us," Eric
said.
Dan turned the page on the sports section.
"I just don't want to," 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
with this real funny little kind of smile on his lips. 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 suddenly standing and suddenly 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 with this weird, short
punch so fast I hardly saw his hand move. Later I learned
it was some kind of karate punch. Eric staggered 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.
Marty bounced down the steps to the driveway.
"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 hand,
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. Tim was out before he hit the
floorboards.
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.
Fact is, I'd sort of started wondering if he wasn't maybe
-- Well, you know: chicken, or even queer. The whole thing
hadn't lasted 30 seconds. There were high school football
players 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 of them. And don't forget to
mention the four jocks were trying to force an 11-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,
asshole." Then he made a sound. I think it was a laugh.
To this day I can hear that laugh. It was like hearing
Hell chortle over some cruel practical joke. I never want
to hear that particular laugh again. It was the most
horrifying, scarifying noise I've ever heard. [You're damn
right I sound scared. I've seen all the slasher flicks --
hell, I've got a pair of sons now -- and that stuff.
but... Look, that last one, "Jason Takes Manhattan" --
that ought to end it for anyone who's ever met someone from
one of those neighborhoods in New York. That film might
have scared some people, but only because they never showed
what happened to Jason when he went to Brooklyn. I can't
imagine Jason or Freddy or any terrorist lasting more than
about 30 seconds with my phantom step-brother...and he's
not even considered particularly tough, where he comes
from!] Tim and Marty were coming around. With Eric, they
got Mark in the car and left. Marty backed the Challenger
into a trash can 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. Start talking about it, though, and 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 that 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 when 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 from the cliff. He barked once more
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 16 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 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 12 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 16 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 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 12."
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 some 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 Ellen's legs. She
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 since it was
going to be a 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 15 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 there 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
80 feet across and almost round. The far side of it was
shrouded in moonshadow 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 on 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 10 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 wanted Ike desperately, already, but what he did then
absolutely bound me to him. He bent and put his lips next
to me ears, 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, but 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 nearly, honey! 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 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 in 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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