So, I've got a calculus exam tomorrow, and am I frantically studying for it (as I should be)?
No, I'm writing erotic stories to post on F&E. Takes my mind off integration.
Katie is based on somebody I went to school with, although I never got to know her as well as in this story (which is not to say I wouldn't have jumped at the chance).
Once again, it's wound up very long (horrendously long!)and I apologize.I just can't seem to keep it brief. Maybe it's cause I enjoy writing this kind of thing I get too carried away in the moment...
Anyway, please read, enjoy, comment, complain or anything you feel like. Here goes...

The best thing about being a senior at high school was my timetable; every second Friday I had the last period off. The only downside to it was that I had physics for fourth period; not the best way to start the weekend. However, knocking off an hour early always gave me a feeling of superiority as I made my way out of school, threading my way through the other, junior, students on their way between classes. Another good thing was that we didn’t have to wear a uniform, but finishing early outranked that. One such Friday, feeling superior, I headed off, bag over my shoulder, down the metalled walking track through the large bush reserve that bounded the bottom of the school grounds. Walking had become a necessity after the first car I had ever owned spitefully developed a radiator leak, which resulted in overheating followed by seizure. Embarrassing, expensive and annoying for an 18 year old.
“Ian!” I turned about 50 yards down the track and looked back. Katie was jogging after me.
“Wait up!” Katie was a girl in my physics class. We hung out together a fair bit at school, and usually sat at the same bench in Lab, along with half-a-dozen other kids. She was about a head shorter than me, with shoulder-length curly blonde hair, brown eyes, a warm round face and, to my way of thinking, just the right amount of padding. I hated stick-thin girls. Unfortunately, she also had a boyfriend, Sean, who was at varsity now, having finished as a senior last year. She was fun to be around. I liked her.
“How’s it going?” I said as she caught up.
“Oh” she said, hefting her bag. “I’ve got an accounting assignment due on Monday that I haven’t even started yet, and now we’ve got that damn physics experiment to write up as well” she groaned. We set off down the track together commiserating, the late spring sun warm and dappled through the trees.
The track was well maintained, with wooden stairs, boardwalks and bridges where necessary. We reached the first flight of stairs and I let her go down first partly out of politeness, but mostly because I enjoyed watching the way she moved. Since I’d lost my virginity with my aunt last autumn, she and I had sweatily screwed each other senseless about half-a-dozen times over the following winter as circumstances allowed. She was a fantastic teacher, giving clear advice and instructions on the finer points of pleasuring her soft, mature body.
As a result of this, I’d begun to look at women with different eyes than I had before. I like to think I’d developed an appreciation of how beautiful they really are. Every single move, feature and nuance was studied in shrouded secrecy; I didn’t want to be exposed as a pervert. Now, following Katie down the stairs I watched her curly hair bob as she moved from one step to the next. My eyes moved down, coming to rest on her firm butt and I was delighted with the way her hips moved under her short pale-blue skirt as she made her way from one step to the next. We yakked on as we went down the stairs, across the bridge over the shaded creek at the bottom, and started climbing up the stairs on the other side of the gully.
“…so I told the bastard that if he was more interested in hanging out with his stuck-up varsity friends than with mine he could go to hell for all I cared.” Katie finished as we crested the side of the gully and stepped off the stairs onto metalled track again.
“Hell” I said “I am woman, hear me roar” I’d been poking fun at her all the way so far, and she knew it.
“Stop making fun of me” she said, sticking her tongue out. “They all come across as so mature and everything, but then they spend every night at the student pub getting shit-faced and throwing up everywhere. It’s gross”
“Hmm” I said. It was all I could think to say. The track headed off up the ridge, and about 30 yards from the top of the stairs they’d put in a short flight of three steps up some uneven ground. I went up them first and stopped to let her catch up, but she suddenly let out a yelp of pain and started hopping around on one foot.
“What the hell’s the matter?” I said
“Oh shit!” she swore. “I hit my toe on the top of the last step. Jesus that hurts! Ow, ow, ow!” She hopped sideways and sat down on the stump of a tree that had been cut to make way for the track.
“Here, let’s have a look” I said, dropping my bag and crouching down to see. I slipped her open-topped shoe off and looked at her foot. She had pink nail polish on, and a red blush was spreading back from her big toe. I reached out and bent it slowly.
“There’s no blood” I said, “does that hurt?”
“Ow, ow, yeah…but its getting better”
“Well if the pain’s reducing that probably means it’s not broken” I said, trying to sound knowledgeable. “The other option is we could amputate to be sure”
“Get off!” she said, aiming a kick at me. I laughed and looked up at her cute round face and there, right at eye-level, I found I could see straight up her skirt into her crotch. She was wearing spotless white panties with a fingernail-sized print of red strawberries on them. A short tendril of pale brown pubic hair curled out from under the elastic around her left thigh.
“Holy shit!” I dropped her shoe and scrambled to my feet, stumbling over a branch of dead wood lying on the ground.
“What’s wrong?” she said, slipping her foot back into the shoe and standing up; looking at me, concerned.
“Nothing, nothing. Shit!” The white triangle burned in my brain and my cock was starting to stir in my jeans. Oh, God! Don’t get hard now, you idiot!
“What is it, Ian? Tell me! Is it my foot?”
“What? No, no…it’s just…oh, Christ!” breathe, keep breathing. Say something coherent you dork! She looked me in the eye and said:
“Ian, what’s going on?”
I took a deep breath.
“You’re wearing white panties with strawberries on”
What the HELL was that?! I waited for the scream or the kick to my crotch, but nothing came. Instead, her eyes narrowed and she shot a quick look up and down the track. Nobody was coming from either direction. Quicker than I could follow, she reached down and flipped the hem of her skirt up, exposing the creamy white skin of her upper thighs and hips. Sure enough, there were her panties, brilliant white with red spots glowing in the bright sunlight streaming down onto the track.
“What do you know? So I am” she said, matter-of-factly.
“What the…?!” I said, “Put your skirt down! What if somebody comes?”
She dropped her skirt.
“Yes, quite right. Come on!” she grabbed my hand and yanked me off the track into the undergrowth. I just had time to grab my bag as I found myself being towed through the bush, branches snapping and bushes being pushed aside as we headed down the opposite flank of the ridge we had just climbed.
“Where the hell are you going?” I said.
“Off the track”
“Obviously!” With my hand held tight in hers, I didn’t have much choice but to follow along, ducking under branches as they swept back to smack me in the face as she pushed past them. We continued down the sloping ground as the sound of another creek became audible up ahead. There must be another one at the bottom of this gully too, I thought. Up ahead, I could see a bright patch of green in the dappled shade of the bush. As we got closer, I saw that three sizable trees on the bank of the creek had fallen some time ago, bridging the creek and ripping a hole in the canopy overhead to let more light in. Grass and small ferns had sprouted in the large patch of sunshine. Katie dragged me into the centre of the ragged circle of green, dropped her bag and spun round to face me.
“Kiss me!” she commanded.
What was I going to say? No? I put one hand on the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine as I bent my head down; my other hand went round her waist, pulling her body against mine as I grabbed a handful of the wonderful, firm ass I’d been admiring only a short time before. Her arms went around my back and held tight, her body seeming to melt against me as she slipped her tongue between my lips, stroking it back and forward inside my mouth. Having not spent any time kissing my aunt Anna, my lips having been engaged with another pair of lips located elsewhere, this was the first serious tongue-kiss I’d ever had and MAN! It felt good! I tried reciprocating, and for about five minutes there was a serious amount of heat being generated. She broke away and looked straight at me.
“Jesus! Where did you learn to kiss like that?’ she demanded.
“I was following your lead” I protested.
“Kiss me again!” She practically jumped on me and we locked lips again. All thoughts of physics receded to some dusty corner of my brain as my senses became overwhelmed by the feel and scent of her. I felt her hands move down to my hips. Their grip tightened and the next thing I knew she was grinding her crotch against my hardening cock. I slapped both hands onto her ass, grabbed a handful of flesh in each and pressed her against me, lifting her up on tiptoes as I did so.
“Mmmmm!” she moaned round my tongue.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” I moaned back. Suddenly I started to laugh and, unable to stop, broke the kiss.
“What the fuck are we doing?” I asked, recovering. She gave me an arch look.
“I thought we were making out” she said.
“Well, yeah, but what about Sean?” I said uncertainly.
“I don’t give a shit about him. After what happened last night, as far as I’m concerned he can do what he wants.” A whole series of possible outcomes flashed through my mind in light of that information.
“Well…” I said.
“Did you like my panties?” she fluttered her eyelids and looked up at me through them. Where do women learn to do that? I wondered. The effect was electrifying. I cleared my throat.
“They looked very nice” I said diplomatically. In response to what had just happened my rock-hard cock was straining uncomfortably against its restrictions.
“Very nice?” she said, lifting her skirt again. “Very nice?”
“Oh, God” I groaned, falling to my knees on the grass in front of her. Her belly curved down smooth and firm, to the elastic band around the top of her panties. I leant forward, hands on her hips, and kissed the skin of her stomach tenderly, slipping my tongue into the dimple of her belly button. She giggled and wriggled her hips.
“That tickles!”
“Sorry,” I said, “it just looked extremely kissable”
Her voice dropped. “Don’t stop”
I moved my hands down to where the fabric encircled her hips. A firm hand took one of mine and I stopped, thinking she was going to object, but she hooked one of my fingers under the elastic and pushed down, easing it over the curve of her hip.
Well, I wasn’t going to wait for her to change her mind. Leaning in to kiss her belly again, I grabbed two handfuls of fabric and quickly slid her panties down over her hips, off her ass cheeks and down her legs to her ankles. She lifted one foot in turn out of them and I heard her suck a lungful of air as my hands shot back up under her skirt to her ass, grabbing the warm flesh, stroking and kneading, spreading and teasing the top of her ass crack with trailing fingers as my mouth kissed it’s way down, down until I felt something tickling my chin. I broke off and pulled back. A beautiful stubby diamond-shaped thatch of thin, pale brown curly hair nestled at the top of her thighs. It was so fine I could see the white skin beneath. Closing my eyes I leant in again, opening my mouth and sucking a patch in, kissing, nuzzling, breathing heavily. What was that I could smell? A pungent musky scent wafted into my nose, but there was something else, a different smell to Anna’s snatch. Sweetness! That’s what it was!
Suddenly, I had an urgent need to taste her, to slip my tongue inside her. I had to see if I could please her as I’d learnt to my aunt. I dropped my hands down behind her knees and pulled them open.
“Whoa, hang on!” she said, grabbing my shoulder with a hand to steady herself.
“Oh, sorry,” I said breathlessly. My God, how I wanted to taste her! I looked up hungrily. “Do you like oral sex?” I demanded. She looked a bit startled.
“Well…yeah, if you want me to” she said.
“What? No…I mean me doing it to you” I said, desperate for her to say yes.
“Oh…well, um…ok.” she said slowly. She seemed a bit unsure so I took command. I just couldn’t wait any longer.
“Lie down, quick and open your legs”
“Okaaay…” she sat down awkwardly, and I frantically shifted around in front of her. I caught a hint of delicate pink between her drawn-up thighs and it suddenly sent me over the edge. I grabbed her knees and yanked them open, plunging my head down between her creamy thighs and planting my lips full on her vagina. I closed my eyes and groaned in pleasure as my tongue forced her inner lips open and dove into her pink slit. Ohhh, she tasted delicious! Salty at first, but the deeper I pushed my tongue, the sweeter and muskier she became.
“Ooooooooooooohhhh!”
I glanced up. She’d fallen back on her elbows, her eyes wide, glued to my face buried between her splayed thighs.
“Fuck! What are you doing? Oh, that feels incredible!” With my nose buried in the short thatch of her pussy, I worked my tongue around inside the folds of her sex, all the while keeping my eyes locked with hers. Her mouth hung half open, her lips wetly red, her chest heaving in short, sharp jerks as her breathing became ragged. I hurriedly slid my hands down the warm skin of her thighs and used my thumbs to open her outer lips. I couldn’t resist pulling back for a second and having a look.
She was smaller than Anna, and the outer lips were a paler shade of pink. There wasn’t as much hair down the sides of her slit either; almost bald in fact, but the thin, fine hair made the folds of her vagina lips and the hood of her clitoris seem more prominent than I’d noticed with my aunt. It all looked good enough to eat. Actually…
With my hands planted firmly at the top of her thighs, my thumbs spreading her lips for my eager tongue, I dived back in. My lips went straight to the hood of her clit, and her hips jerked involuntarily under my hands as I kissed it, slipping my tongue out to begin massaging tenderly around the pink nub of her love button.
“Fuck!” she said, “Fuuucccckkk!” The trembling in her hips continued, getting more pronounced. As I watched, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and chewed hard on it. I increased the tempo and pressure slightly, beginning to lick in a constant circular motion around the puckered whorl where the two lips came together at the top of her slit. She closed her eyes and her head fell back, rocking from side to side as the jerks came with greater and greater frequency. Her scent filled my nostrils, spurring me on. I had to get more of that nectar, and my tongue slid hungrily down into the open lips of her cunt. She was so musky sweet; I couldn’t believe it was possible for a human to produce something so delicious.
Her head snapped up and she looked at me again.
“Get your tongue back up there! Jesus, don’t stop, don’t you ever stop!” she hissed through clenched teeth. I smiled through her pussy and happily went back to lapping at her clit.
As I watched, I noticed a change coming over her. She was wearing a thin grey woollen cardigan thing; open down the front over a white long-sleeved buttoned vee-necked shirt. The skin around her breastbone was starting to change colour, with a pink blush that seemed to be moving, spreading up her neck and over her face until the whole lot was a flushed glow. I watched transfixed while a small part of my brain concentrated on maintaining the rhythmic massage on her clit. Slowly, she closed her eyes and her head fell back again, her mouth open as she started panting faster, deeper. Her breasts heaved, still constrained in her bra, jutting up in her white shirt and I made a mental note to see if she’d let me look at them sometime. Suddenly her head snapped up and her eyes flew open again.
“Fuck!” she gasped, taking another breath. “Fuck! Oh…oh…oh…oh fuck” Somewhere in my brain a part of me was saying “She’s going to cum, I’m telling you, she’s going to cum….I wonder how far away the nearest house is.” The trembling in her hips and thighs continued building…building until she suddenly gulped a lungful of air, clamped her mouth shut, squeezed her eyes closed and I saw her abdominal muscles tense up as her face went bright red. Her hips bucked under my hands and mouth and I turned my attention to maintaining position on her clit. God, how she shook! She started making a quiet high-pitched moaning sound, exhaling sharply after each one and then sucking another short breath before repeating the cycle. She did this five or six times and then just as suddenly, she exhaled explosively and fell back onto the grass, her hips still jerking and her legs twitching as I slowed my tongue and eased the pressure on her clit. After a few moments, I went back to lapping at her by-now wonderfully well-lubricated vagina. Her breasts still heaved as she drew deep lungfulls of air, slowly relaxing.
After a couple of minutes, I felt a hand caressing the back of my head, fingers running through my hair.
“Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
Regretfully, I broke off and crawled up over her, bracing myself on my hands, my head over her chest.
“Why? Didn’t I do it right?” I asked.
She started laughing, her head rolling from side to side as she shook it weakly.
“Oh, ffffuuuuuuck! Didn’t do it right?” She looked straight up at me “That was…I’ve heard about it, but never…Sean never…where did you learn to do that? How many women have you fucked?” I still had her nectar all over my lips and chin, so I stalled by wiping my mouth with my hand as I thought frantically.
“Well…” I said “I had a good teacher. And” I paused for effect “you have a beautiful vagina which tastes fantastic”
She started giggling. The giggle turned into a laugh again and she looked up at me, a smile on her lips. She hesitated.
“Kiss me again” Considering where I’d just been, I paused, unsure.
“Come here.” Her hand went to the back of my neck, pulling me down hard. Our lips met and we kissed deeply for a long minute, her mouth hungrily moving over mine. I felt her other hand come to rest on my crotch and press hard as she rubbed the bulge in my pants. I broke the kiss.
“Jesus, careful” I said, looking down.
“Oh hell, sorry did I hurt you?”
“Well yeah, sort of.”
“Sorry, I didn’t realise” She kissed me again, our tongues moving around each other until she suddenly broke it.
“Can I see your dick?” she asked. My dick. Yes, my dick. I realised that once again, I had an ache in my crotch from my cock being pulled round at a weird angle in my jeans. Dammit, why didn’t they make them with more room round the front?
With some difficulty, I rolled over her leg and lay down beside her. She sat up as I moved off her, and tentatively reached out to stroke the lump in my crotch again.
“God, it’s so hard” she breathed.
“Under the conditions” I said jerkily, “I’m surprised I haven’t made a mess in my jocks already”
Katie looked at me again. “That’s…” she paused; then, with a rush “That’s the first time I’ve had that done to me down there. And it’s the first time somebody else has made me cum” All things considered, I was starting to feel quite superior to this Sean dude.
“Really?” I said, surprised. She nodded and looked at me again.
“Thank you”
“What? No thank you” I said. This was unbelievable. I made two more mental notes. One was to laugh at Sean to his face if I ever saw him again, and the other was to buy my aunt some flowers.
Katie’s stroking on my cock was making things uncomfortable. If something didn’t happen soon, I really was going to make a mess in my underpants. I sucked in a ragged breath as a spasm went through me as my cock twitched uncontrollably.
“Shit” I said. She grabbed my belt buckle and started undoing it.
“Hang on” She fumbled with the catch, got it undone and wrenched at the buttons of my fly.
“Ooooo, ow”
“Nearly there” she muttered, and suddenly she had the front of my jeans open and her smooth fingers enclosed the head of my cock as it sprang into view out of my underwear. After being confined, the open air felt cool and some of the tension eased. I exhaled in relief and she looked at me.
“Is it…is it normally this big?”
I felt myself grinning foolishly.
“Come on,” I said. “It can’t be that much of a surprise for you” She nodded her head slowly, her gaze returning to her hands as she pushed my jocks down to uncover me fully. I placed a star next to my mental note about Sean. This guy was really going to get it. The sensation of her soft fingers on my cock, encircling it, rubbing the tip with her forefinger, was exquisitely tender. Man! This chick was going to make me blow my load in what felt like seconds. How embarrassing would that be?
“Jesus” I said, tensing.
“Does that not feel good?”
“No, no it feels fucking fantastic. But if you’re not careful things are going to get really messy” I said shakily. Suddenly a thought struck me, hit me with such force it made me curse my stupid idiot self.
“Katherine…” She jerked her head up and looked at me.
“Hey!” she said sharply “Call me Katie. My mother calls me Katherine.”
“Look, Katie, whatever, I’m so sorry, but I haven’t got any protection.” She looked at me, smiling.
“Have you got any STD’s?”
“What?! No!”
“Well, neither have I, and I’m on the pill”
I made another mental note, this one to find out who it was that invented the pill and send them a bunch of flowers as well.
“Hey” I said, “Do you really want to do this?”
She bent forward and kissed me again lightly. “Don’t you?” her voice husky. I reached up and stroked her hair.
“First” I whispered “I want to look at your breasts”
“My…my breasts?” she looked down at her chest as I moved my hand down and brushed each of the bumps in her shirt.
“Can I?” I asked.
“O…ok, but…can I leave my shirt on? It’s just… kind of…open, you know?”
“And I thought this was your idea” I laughed. She blushed and straightened up, shrugging the cardigan off her shoulders.
“Do you want to undo my bra?”
Now, there was an interesting challenge. I’d never had to do that before. Every time I’d fucked with Anna, she’d known I was coming and was invariable stripped and waiting for me, usually hiding.
“Um…ok, if I can” I hedged.
“What? You must have undone hundreds of bras” she said disbelievingly, turning a quarter turn on the grass beside me so I could reach her back.
“Do you think I’ve fucked the entire school?” I asked.
“Well…have you?”
“No! Listen, you’ll have to take my word for it. I’ve never undone a bra in my life”
“What, did they all just throw them at you?”
“Jesus, give it a rest”
I fumbled about under her shirt helplessly for a minute. Damn it! How could something like two small catches be so fucking hard to undo? Suddenly, I got a bit of slack in the thin elastic straps and the two pairs of tiny wire hooks let go simultaneously. She turned back to face me and I reached up, unbuttoning her shirt one at a time, my fingers shaking slightly as I moved down her front. As I got the last one undone, she looked at me with a shy, self-conscious smile, opened her shirt and lifted the loosened cups of her bra out of the way.
It was just one of those moments; I’m sure I stopped breathing. Each of her breasts would have fit into my hand easily; firm, milky white skin. They were beautiful and Katie watched as she turned to face me. I stared, stunned, as my eyes took in every curve, but what made my heart stop were her nipples. The areolas were huge, easily 2 inches across, perfect convex circles of dark, dark red puckered skin enclosing the peak of each breast. The nipples themselves were less well defined, coming up to form a flattened point with a small indentation in the centre of each one. I looked up at her as I slowly reached out a hand and enclosed the left one. The flesh was firm, so firm and warm against my skin. I squeezed gently, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a tweak. She shuddered slightly, her mouth open, breathing.
“God” I murmured slowly “They’re flawless.” She giggled and blushed again.
“No, really,” I said quietly “Flawless” Hoisting myself up onto one elbow, I pushed my head into her open shirt and kissed her right nipple, opening my mouth and sucking the areola in. I felt her gasp, then breathe out with a slight moan.
“Warm mouth” she whispered in my ear. I felt her move, and her hand enclosed my cock again, stroking and squeezing, moving down to my balls as I sucked and kissed both her breasts and nipples in turn. An urgent twinge hit my cock. There was only one thing left to do. I sat up and went to put my hand on her shoulder to push her down onto the grass.
“Wait.” she said, grabbing and pulling my shirt over my head. “Now”
I struggled over, jeans about mid-thigh, to lie between her legs as she parted them, her shirt falling open and giving me a breath-taking view of her, her breasts firm with those amazing nipples, framed between the loose bra up by her neck and her rucked up skirt round her waist, down across her belly to the golden brown, downy soft hair of her pussy. I propped myself up with my hands in the grass either side of her and we stared at one another as her hand stroked my cock where it hung between my legs.
“Ok?” I asked. I was still finding it a bit hard to believe that this girl I’d been hanging around with for the last 3 years was now lying half-naked on the grass underneath me, her hand moving my cock, coating the head of it with her sweet liquid as it nuzzled at the warm, wet lips of her cunt. She smiled and then put her other hand on my neck, pulling me down to another kiss. I felt her hand slide down my back to my bare ass and then push. I was seriously wound up by this time, and as she lifted her hips for me it was like a coiled spring at the base of my spine let go. My first thrust got half my length into her and I felt her tense up beneath me as I pushed. Christ, it was like fucking a pair of moist, velvet vice jaws! I broke the kiss and looked down at her, panting.
“Fuck, you’re so tight!” I said, amazed. Anna’s cunt had never had a problem swallowing my cock whole, but this…
“Try again” she said, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs as wide as she could. “Oh God, try again!” Her eyes never left mine as I pulled back and thrust again and again until I’d managed to get all of my cock into her and well lubricated. Her arms went around my waist, pulling me closer as she closed her eyes and rolled her head to one side, whimpering.
“Oh God…oh God…push it all the way in, please…please” Needing no encouragement, I started to fuck her. I tried to move slowly, to savour it, but it felt so good I quickly lost patience, my thrusts coming faster, harder as she moved her hips slightly this way and that, trying to help me get further into her. Her hands moved up to rub my chest, tweaking my nipples which hardened at her touch. Sweat started to run down my back and face and I noticed beads of it appearing on her forehead as well. And all the time, my brain focussed on the amazing sensation of my cock pumping in and out of her beautiful cunt.
“I think…I think I’m going to cum again” she said as she rocked in time to my cock slamming into her. A thought burst into my head, something Anna had taught me. Quickly, gasping for breath, I slid my left arm under her neck for support, arched my back slightly to keep a bit of space between us, licked the middle finger of my right hand and frantically probed the top of her slit above my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and the thought of us cumming together was only pushing me closer. Her body stiffened as I found her clit and started rubbing furiously, wanking her off as I continued fucking her. The angle I had to hold my wrist at was a bit uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. Grunting, sweat pouring out of me, I felt the first faint twitches of orgasm in my balls. Oh shit, not yet! I thought.
“Oh!...Oh fuck!” she gasped, her torso arcing up off the grass as her arms wrapped round my waist, pulling me into her. She clamped her eyes shut, making the same high-pitched moans and short, explosive breaths. At the same time I felt the most incredible, rhythmic squeezing start on my cock as the muscles in the walls of her cunt gripped, released and gripped again, squeezing so tight it became almost painful to keep pumping in and out of her. This was all way too much. I was valiantly trying to prolong the ride, but it was futile. I just had time to take my hand away from her clit and put it back on the ground before my body switched to automatic, snapping my head up, eyes closed as my hips gave an almost inhuman heave, driving my cock as far up into her vaginal tunnel as it would go just as the first exquisite contraction in my balls sent my cum streaming into her. Again and again I pushed, my shoes digging into the soft grass as I fought for something to push against, anything that would get me deeper into her, on and on, my body in ecstasy, subsiding slowly until…
I regained awareness, the tremors ebbing away and leaving me shaking, struggling for breath. I opened my eyes and found her staring at me, taking in the sweat, the trembling and my body heaving as I swayed above her, panting.
“Are you ok?” she asked, reaching up to stroke my cheek.
“Yeah…” my head lolled. Christ, why couldn’t I get my breath? “God…yeah…Let me lie down” My arms started to weaken and I sank onto her, burying my face in her hair, holding her, kissing her neck as I felt her body so warm against mine, our hearts beating together, thumping. Fuck, she felt so good.
My cock was rapidly shrinking, spent, and her tight cunt started to squeeze me out. I groaned, not wanting to let go of her, but I rolled off and lay flat on my back, staring up at the circle of blue sky above the clearing. My cock flopped about and slapped against my stomach, still glistening with our mixed juices. The sweat on my naked torso started to dry, cooling. Exhausted, I closed my eyes as she rolled against me, her head on my shoulder.
I don’t know how long we lay together but after a while I felt her move; when I opened my eyes she was on her knees, looking down at me, smiling.
I smiled back, squinting in the light.
“What?”
She leaned down and kissed me, a longingly soft, gentle pressure on my lips, then moved her mouth down to my ear.
“Thank you” she whispered, then straightened up and with a very satisfied-sounding sigh, said “My thighs are aching”
“I’m sorry” I said, “it won’t happen again”
“Like hell,” she replied, reaching out to stroke my soft cock gently with one finger. “I want this as many times as possible…lover” She looked down at me and smiled again.
All of a sudden, and without doubt, this turned into the best Friday of my life; ever.

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