Looking down at the lying form of him, spent, exhausted, his penis now limp, I asked Carla if we should cover him up.
Carla replied they should or her dad might walk in and see him there naked. Tucking him in for the night, both of us girls left for the bedroom.
I stopped off in Carla's room for a minute and we sat on the edge of the bed teasing each other about whom had excited him the most and had the most cum over their face.
I finally gave in to the fact that Carla had placed her face down below his penis and had received most of it.
I said goodnight and left to go to the guest room. Glancing back, I saw Terry in the front room, sitting on the edge of the couch wiping himself off with a discarded tee-shirt. Evidently he didn't care to much for having his spunk globbing his crotch.
Entering just inside the guest bedroom, I watched him get up and head into Carla's room.
I stepped back into the hallway and looking into the room, I saw Terry positioning himself to thrust his cock into Carla's waiting cherry.
I saw his penis effortlessly enter deep inside my best friends privates again. I could hear the sucking sound, as he withdrew his penis, just to the outer lips of her vagina, before plunging deep inside her. His balls smacked against her bottom as he pummeled her effortlessly.
Carla was moaning in the intense movement. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I could see her tiny pussy stretching and gripping Terry's rock hard erection.
She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to lower his mouth to her breasts. He licked her nipples till they stood out hard and firm. Her body convulsed in the extreme pleasure he was giving her.
The emotions that she must have felt from his tender caresses were like running barefoot through the tickling wet grass on a dew lit morning. She reached down and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him more into her, causing each thrust to be deeper and harder. Faster and faster they went.
They were both sweating now from the pure physical pleasure that they were sharing with each other. They knew that nothing was more important than giving the other that much needed release of their pent up emotions,
It was as if every time they had been yelled at, scorned, hurt, or deprived of something, was being rewarded in this one fulfilling embrace.
He pulled himself from inside her and turned around so that he could suck and lick her love mound until she would plead for him to stop.
Carla saw his penis only inches from her face and decided to take his penis deep into her mouth. Although this went against her personal feelings, she knew how good it felt to have him nibbling on her snatch, so she engulfed his penis deep into her mouth.
His attention to her snatch intensified and she felt him react to the tracing of her tongue around the crown of his cock.
Terry drove his fingers deep inside her.
Carla's tiny mound was fingered by him and I saw him stretching her apart, so he could get his own tongue down deeper into her love tunnel.
He touched a particularly sensitive spot and she skyrocketed into her orgasm. Her legs tightened around his head. She no longer noticed him plunging his cock into her mouth, but placed all her attention on what wild sparks of pleasure he was giving her below.
I saw a look on her face like she would pass out, from the ultimate overload her body was having. It seemed like she could orgasm forever. Her muscles in her vagina refused to quit clenching. Finally they began to subside and she focused on giving him back the pleasure she had received.
She reached up with one hand and grabbed his balls gently. Her tender touch was almost more than he could bear.
Terry tried to hold himself back from thrusting too deeply into her mouth, but nature took over and soon he was bucking deep into her throat.
Carla could feel his penis sliding in and out of her mouth and when he pushed extremely hard, it found it way down her throat.
This only excited him more and she wanted please him so much, for the care that he had shown her. As she tickled his balls she slurped as much of his penis into her mouth as possible.
His cum was building up and he began spurting deep into her throat. Carla gagged and spit up his cum and release her grip on his cock. He continued to spew forth his semen and she reached forth and pumped him by hand a few more times, until his orgasm was complete.
Dear Diary,
I am beginning to think my brother is a bunny rabbit, the way he likes to just hump and bump. His trusts were not really methodic, but more like quick released passion. Yet I have to admit that he sure can shoot quite a load!
I returned to my room. I was thinking life wasn't fair. I knew that it was wrong to have intercourse at so young an age, but Terry and Carla sure seemed like they had enjoyed themselves, much more than the simple experimenting in sexuality, I had so far pursued.
I lay down in bed and thought about the many new horizons that had been awaken in my sleeping body recently.
I thought about safe sex and the condoms the boys had thrown at me. I still had them, and knew if I were to go into Mike's room, he would gladly oblige my desire to be a complete woman.
He would wear a “rain-coat” and protect me from getting pregnant, but I felt that I would know when that time was, and this early in my life was not one of them.
One of my friends had been sexually abused by her father and I thought that must be the worst, as the girl had not willingly participated.
I could see how it must have been quite frightful, as even when I was in control, I was still nervous. But at least I had a choice in it and it helped that I was ready for the small amount we had tried so far. I hoped the man that had touched my friend would have his cock rot off. Thank goodness Mike understood how I felt and knew just how far to let our emotions run.
I decided I would settle for just some sexual playing around, so I got back up and went down the hall to where Mike lie sleeping. I knew he was really out this time.
As I edged up to the bed, I removed my nightie and clad only in my skimpy panties, crawled under the sheets with him. It felt good to sneak into bed with him, my budding nipples rested against his back. I reached around him and slipped my hand inside his bikini briefs. His penis reacted to my touch.
I was content with the gentle pumping action as I slid my hand up and down his semi-erect penis. Bringing it to its full erected state, I pressed my chest against his back, brushing my nipples against his skin, until they stood out firm and hard.
The sensation I felt was overwhelming. Mike continued sleeping through it all.
I could tell he was out of it, but his penis was mine to control and I began pumping his hard penis faster and faster.
My other hand was working inside my cherry, bringing waves of tremors to my vaginal muscles.
He was now moving his hips in reaction to my fingers teasing the length of his rod. Suddenly he ejaculated and my orgasm caused me to pump my hips against his buttocks. My light tuft of pubic hair tickled his behind and I felt my control slipping away.
As I withered in my own pool of emotion, I gently leaned over and decided I wanted to wake him up, so he might teach me more of this wonderful experience.
I kept my hand wrapped around his low limpid penis. After a few moments, I began pumping him again with hopes that he might gain another erection.
I continued this for what seemed like minutes, whispering in hear ear for him to awaken, until his breathing grew much more rapid and I knew that he was coming awake.
Mike rolled toward me and looked over at me with those caring eyes. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
