At that very moment Sam and George were, to put it mildly, doing a lot more than that.
When Sam had
exploded in an orgasm as George sucked on her clit, she wrapped her
legs around his back and humped her pussy up into his face. That orgasm
created chemicals in her brain that a doctor, or maybe a psychologist,
would have calmly said, in the understatement of the year, "lowered her
inhibitions."
The result was
that those chemicals created a bypass around what would normally have
stopped her from going further with their love making. So, when George,
shaking with lust, kissed his way up over her mons, and across her
stomach and onto her breasts, then to her neck, and his steel hard
penis dug into Sam's wide open and still spasming pussy, her response
was to hump again.
Quite suddenly,
and shocking to them both, George's penis destroyed her hymen and
plunged halfway into tight, hot, horny teenage pussy.
George's
reaction was also born of instinct. He pushed harder. His prick
burrowed its way into her until his pubic hairs tangled with hers and
still he tried to push. Sam's poor abused clit shot out signals to her
brain that said "Ignore that stinging pain where your cherry used to
be. There's another one of those fantastic orgasms just slightly around
the corner."
Sam dug her heels into the blanket and she shoved her pussy up, howling as she reached for and found that orgasm.
George, his conscious mind completely unavailable to him at that second, grunted.
And then he bred his girlfriend.
She had brought
him close with her mouth, and his balls, knowing they had to work
overtime, had begun manufacturing more sperm and seminal fluid while he
sucked the fluid she produced out of her. Now those balls
received the signal that was basically "Stop making it and get it out
of here NOW!" His cock swelled and began shooting what would
amount to two ounces of sperm-rich semen when it was all over with.
That doesn't
sound like much... two ounces... just a double whiskey's worth... but
imagine filling two shot glasses full to the rim with thick white
cream. Now imagine that being packed into Sam's virgin womb.
In less time
than it takes to say "Pull out I'm not on the pill!" all that sperm
surrounded the egg Sam should have known was there and assaulted it
until its defenses crumbled and it accepted entry by a single sperm
cell. In less time than it took George to groan "I love you Sam" he was
a father.
Fate cackled
triumphantly at the lovers. His intervention into their lives would
start a whole new pathway for them, and he would have ample opportunity
to play in their lives again. For now, he had other concerns. Fate
turned his grinning face toward the lake.
Phillip and Amy
resolved their disagreement about how dangerous it was for his cock to
be trapped against her vulva by the simple expedient of deciding to
ignore it and trade some more kisses. In effect they just enjoyed the
feel of their hot bodies being pressed together in the cool water.
Phillip said "You feel so soft and smooth. It's like you're made of some special thing I've never touched before.
Amy was steadily
jerking him off with her closed thighs. "And you're so HARD... except
you don't FEEL hard. I feel all funny inside. Phillip? What's happening
to us. Three weeks ago I didn't even LIKE you!"
"I don't know. I
just know I like this," he said. Now he was making fucking motions back
at her. He jacked off, so he knew what the feeling was that was
creeping up on him. "Except that we need to stop doing this, because...
something is going to happen."
Now it was Amy
who was stupid. She too had enjoyed many tingly mini-orgasms with her
fingers, and she knew she got wet when that happened, but she didn't
associate "orgasm" with "mess".
"What?" she
asked. "What's going to happen?" She humped his long hard cock again,
sliding her pussy lips along it... backward... forward... Phillip's teeth
ground together as he said between clenched teeth. "That stuff that was
coming out of my sister's nose? It's going to come out of me in a
second."
And Amy, not
knowing how men work, yipped "OH!" and jumped back from him, leaving
him high and dry... which is a real trick for a guy who's up to his
collar bones in water.
For Phillip, it
was like waking up on your birthday and realizing you're tied to your
bed and can't get up to celebrate. Phillip needed relief. He stumbled
toward the edge of the water and, as soon as his prick was in the air,
he grabbed it and jacked it furiously.
Amy watched,
speechless and amazed at how violently he was whipping his hand back
and forth over his rampant penis. Then he groaned and looked up at the
moon and his hand suddenly stopped. Out from the tip of his prick came
a long thin string, about a foot long. It left his body and splatted on
the surface of the water, where it began to curl as the water changed
its shape. Then another string shot out, and another after that. These
two landed, one on top of the other and floated. His hand moved again,
jerking several more times and more of his thick white fluid came
spurting out.
Amy's primary thought was "No WONDER it came out her nose! There's so MUCH of it!."
Amy suddenly
realized that her pussy itched, and that her fingers were scratching
that itch as she watched the amazing thing before her eyes. She
grimaced as the pain that was so fascinatingly pleasant began to build
inside her. One of those blobs of sperm was drifting close to her now.
She rubbed harder, knowing that if she didn't move that blob would
touch her. Her eyes were glued to the blob and, just as it drifted up
and gently touched her chest her orgasm flooded her senses. She held
her breath as the pressure released because she knew she'd make noise
if she didn't and she didn't want Phillip to know what she'd just done.
She straightened
her legs and rose in the water. She looked down at the blob of
Phillip's semen, which was now slowly dripping down between her
breasts. Her finger came up - the same one she'd just had in her pussy
- and she rubbed at the slippery little ball of stuff, spreading it up
onto the swell of one breast. She stared at it, fascinated. Most of her
fascination was that she LIKED the feel of it on her skin. She shivered
and rinsed the smeared semen off, torn between wanting to get the
dangerous stuff off of her and feeling somehow sad as it dissolved into
the water around her.
Amy stood up and
waded toward the shore. Phillip was still holding his penis, and he
looked toward her as she came nearer to him.
"Sorry" he said, assuming she was grossed out.
"What for?" she asked, gingerly stepping on the rocks that made up the short of the lake.
"Shooting off in front of you," he said. "I shouldn't have done that."
"Um... you don't
have to be sorry. It's OK. I didn't really mind," she said, blushing
and glad it was dark so he couldn't see it. "In fact it was kind of
cool." It was so much more than "cool" in her mind, but she couldn't
say that to him just then.
"Really?" He sounded relieved. "Thanks! I feel so much better now." He let go of his cock and it flopped, lifelessly.
Amy couldn't resist. "It looks like you killed the poor thing," she said, standing only a couple of feet away from him.
Phillip was
staring at her breasts. They were so white in the moonlight. Her
nipples looked like something he'd like the taste of. He jerked as he
realized what she was talking about. He'd just squirted harder than
ever before and he was already thinking about her again!
"You don't have
to worry about THAT!" he laughed. "It wakes up all the time and usually
I wish it didn't. Most of the time I'm embarrassed by it."
"Well, you don't
have to be around me," she said firmly. She was quiet for a moment,
then said "Wow, I can't believe I just said that. I mean a week ago I'd
have been disgusted by it. But I think I kind of like yours. It makes
me feel... pretty or something."
"That's because
you ARE pretty," he said. He felt himself blushing but forced himself
to say more. "In fact, you're more than 'pretty'. You're beautiful."
Amy felt that heat beginning to grow in her stomach again.
"You said you'd teach me to waltz," she said.
"Now?" he said incredulously.
"Why not now?" she asked.
"Well, for one thing we're naked," he said. It was a reasonable thing to say.
"That's true"
she agreed. Then with typical feminine logic she said "We were touching
each other in the water. What's the difference? Are you saying you
don't like touching me naked?"
"You've GOT to
be kidding" he said seriously. "After what I just did you can't
POSSIBLY have any doubts about that. I LOVED touching you naked. Didn't
you hear me tell you so? I mean I probably liked it too much."
She took his hand and pulled him further from the water, onto the thick grass. "So, you'll teach me?" she asked.
They started in
classical form, with her body about ten inches from his, her right hand
in his left, and her left hand on his shoulder. His right hand was
placed lightly on her waist. They looked ridiculous, naked, standing on
the grass. Both of them knew it, and then ignored it.
"It's a three
count dance" he explained, with each step taking three beats of the
music. The easiest way to get used to the motions is to go in a
square." He showed her that series of steps, counting out loud for her.
In this position he could see her face clearly and, if he dropped his
gaze, her breasts. He tried to look at her face.
"Then, after you
get used to that, you begin to spin. The spin replaces the square and
you need a LOT of room on the dance floor to do that." He began to hum
the waltz from the "King and I", and began to swing her first in a
square, then in more of a circle and then in larger circles, increasing
the length of his step and pulling her along in the process, until they
were spinning around and around.
Inevitably,
their feet got tangled and they ended up falling down, gripping each
other, both laughing and panting from the exertion of their strenuous
dance. Their sweaty naked bodies pressed together as they caught their
breath, neither wanting to get up just yet.
"Have you ever been to the school dances?" asked Amy.
"Naw, I never could get up the courage to ask anyone to go with me," he said.
"Let me show you
how we slow dance at those," she said, pulling him up. She pressed
herself against him, with her arms under his, her hands running up to
his shoulders from behind, and her face in his chest. "Put your hands
on my back." she ordered.
Phillip put both hands just below her rib cage on her back.
"Lower" she said.
He dropped them until he felt the first swell of her round, firm bottom.
She began
humming a tune he didn't recognize and she began to sway her hips,
left, then right. Her feet didn't actually move much. One of her feet
was between his and he could feel the soft fluff of her pubic hair on
his thigh, rubbing back and forth gently. Blood rushed to his penis
immediately.
"Uh oh" he said under his breath.
"What?" she asked. Then she felt his cock rising and pressing against her. "Oh... that."
"Sorry" he said.
"I told you I didn't mind." she chastised gently.
"This feels
really good," he said, as his cock rose between her legs. She shifted
so that it went between her legs, putting her foot against his.
She looked up at
him. "Yes... it does," she said as she felt the top of his cock touch
her pussy lips with a feather light touch.
"Kiss me." she demanded.
Their kiss was
electric. Their steps slowed until their feet were rooted to the
ground, only their hips moving, back and forth as he ground his revived
prick into her. As their tongues began to slither against each other,
she brought her feet close together, trapping his long hard cock
against her pussy lips. All she had to do was lean back and lean
forward one time and he began dry fucking her as her face and chest
flushed with passion. Her hands dropped to his hard butt about the same
time as his hands slid down to cup her softer ones. He didn't want to break the kiss, but he could feel things happening in his balls again.
"Amy" he said into her mouth.
"What?" she said, licking his lips.
"It's going to happen again."
Streaks of
electric warnings shot through Amy's mind and body, followed closely by
streaks of excitement at the thought of feeling more of that
troubling/fascinating substance on her body. Phillip's... semen. How
did she feel about Phillip's semen? His penis scraped across her vulva
and she shivered again.
She pulled on his butt harder. "OK" she moaned into his mouth.
"But..." and she cut him off with another hot kiss.
He couldn't help speeding up and her gyrations brought both of them closer to orgasm as she rubbed all over his hard cock.
She couldn't
quite get there, but he did. With a groan of equal parts shame and
lust, Phillip's prick exploded and flooded the space right outside her
pussy lips with thick sticky sperm. When she felt the heat and wet of
his discharge, she just HAD to slide her hand between them and crook
one finger so it would bring pressure on her clitty. The tip of that
finger slid through his copious slippery spooge and shoved some of it
into her pussy as she abused her clitty.
With a tiny sigh she began cumming instantly, rubbing his sperm all around and over her clit... cumming on her spermy finger.
They clung to
each other, holding each other up, their lips still sealed as each
shivered through an orgasm that was more powerful than any either had
ever had before.
In those few
seconds, Fate roared with laughter and, if he'd had a prick, it would
have been leaking, and he would have wagged it at them, flipping drops
of Fate's invisible seed all around the young couple.
Samantha and George lay in each other's arms on the blanket. Sam could still feel the wet heat of his sperm inside her.
"We weren't supposed to do that," she said softly.
"I know." He was
torn between trying to feel miserable for what had happened, and
wanting to jump up and scream his happiness that he'd finally
consummated his love for this girl. It had started out as an attempt to
conquer, with only lust in his heart. But over the months he'd found he
really loved her. He hadn't given up his attempts to get in her
panties, but he hadn't really cared TOO much when she rebuffed him.
Now everything
had changed. There was no 'other level' for them to go to now. There
were no bases left to try to get to. They didn't know it, but the egg
he'd just fertilized would grow in her womb to be a beautiful baby
girl, who would cause as much, if not more trouble BEFORE she was born
as girls are known to cause AFTER they are born. But for now they
just lay there quietly, each thinking about what this all meant, now
that it was in the past. Oddly, neither was thinking about whether or
not he might have made her pregnant. Instead, their adolescent minds
were fixed on whether they loved each other, and how this might change
their social lives.
Sam was
conscious of a growing demand in her that would prohibit him from even
LOOKING at other girls, much less going out with them, even though they
had never made such rules in the past. She had given him a priceless
gift, and she expected him to acknowledge that in his future treatment
of her.
George was
conscious of the feel of his sated penis, and how he just KNEW she'd
let him do it again. Suddenly he didn't think about Jenny Hampton's
tits, or Melissa Roger's sweet round ass any more. Instead he thought
of Sam's legs, open and inviting, her arms outstretched to him,
welcoming him. Incredibly, he felt his prick twitch.
"What are we
going to do now?" asked Sam, not exactly thinking of any specific
'thing' that needed doing. It was actually a rhetorical question.
George, feeling
life coming back to his cock, rolled and hugged her, kissing her with
quick soft kisses on her lips, cheeks and neck. "I don't know about you, but I want to love you again," he said honestly.
His choice of
words was more important than he'd ever know, because when she heard
"love you" it struck a chord in her. She'd always been just a little
worried that, once George got what he wanted, he'd get up and walk away.
But he hadn't.
Her heart felt full and she felt a little thrill in her pussy as she realized he really DID love her.
She kissed him back and pulled him on top of her again.
