gave it a quick kiss. She stood up, and gently pushed on my chest, to get me to sit back down on the couch again. When I was sitting again, she raised her leg again, and set herself back down on my lap, but this time, with her snatch pressing my hardon against my belly.
I reached up and started caressing her breasts, teasing them until her areolas stood up like little volcanoes with her nipples standing up like small dark marbles. As she started rubbing her clitoris against my penis, and using the stream of fluids coming out of her vagina for lubrication, she reached forward and undid the buttons on my shirt, and reached in to start caressing my chest and shoulders. We kept going like that for several minutes, with me gently pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts while she caressed my chest and rubbed her wet slit and erect clitoris against my erection. I could tell that she was as excited as she'd ever been, and she leaned forward to give me a kiss – surprising me again by opening her mouth and tickling my lips with her tongue until I opened my mouth, too. We sat there like that for several minutes, tongues dueling, her rubbing herself against my erection faster and faster – but as the time went by, I could hear her start to make little noises of frustration. I pushed her back a little bit, so that I could see her face, and looked at her with a questioning look on my face.
She could only mutter 'can't…quite…get…there…. need…*more*!' as she continued to slide her vagina and clitoris against me.
I shrugged off my shirt, pulled her against me, and stood up.
With a secure grip on her, I stepped out of my pants and underwear, and carried her, still rubbing against me, into the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, and when she realized that she was under me, with my penis pressing against her vagina, she suddenly tensed up, and said 'No – I don't think I'm ready for that yet!'. With all the will power I could muster, I said that I understood, and said that there was another way for her to get some relief without my actually entering her. She looked relieved, and then quickly asked 'How?! Never mind – let's do it! I can't*stand* this any more!'.
I moved around so that I was facing her feet, laid down, and then pulled her over on top of me, in the classic '69' position. She seemed to get the idea quickly, and spread her legs even more, giving me free access to her crotch. With infinite slowness and care, I stuck my tongue out, and gently licked the outside of her vagina, from her clitoris back toward her little pink rosebud. She gave out a little gasp, and said 'Yes!
That's it! More!'. I did it again, only this time, narrowing my tongue, and dipping it a little ways into her vagina, so that I could collect some of her nectar – slippery, sweet, and slightly musky. As my tongue moved inside her slightly, she spread her legs even more, giving me free access to her. I continued to lick her that way, sometimes pausing to tongue-fuck her tight little vagina, other times, stopping to softly suck on her clitoris or vaginal lips. That quickly got her back to being as aroused as she'd been before, and her juices were flowing freely onto my tongue and face, making it easier for me to keep her clitoris lubricated as I focused on it more and more. While I was doing all that I could to get her as excited as possible, she got the idea of returning the favor, and started licking and mouthing my erect cock. At first, all she would do was to lick it, first lengthwise from near my balls to the tip, and then from side-to-side around it, but as she got more and more aroused, she started licking my balls, too, and taking the head of my penis into her mouth. When she realized the response she got from me when she did that, she soon gave up on everything else, and concentrated on keeping me in her mouth – moving her head up and down, fucking my penis with it, or keeping her mouth still, and using her tongue to lick the underside.
Finally, though, we'd each had as much as we could stand. I felt my balls tighten up, and warned her that I was about to come; I thought she'd pull her mouth away, but she didn't. Instead, when my first wad of cum emptied into her mouth, she just pulled her head back so that just the head of my penis was in her mouth, and let me continue to shoot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, swallowing it. When I felt the last spasm, I returned to what I'd been doing – gently rubbing her clitoris with my tongue, while I felt her take my penis back into her mouth and start to suck and lick the cum off it. While she was doing that, I continued to lick her clitoris, but moved one hand up so that I could collect some of her juices on it before starting to work it inside her vagina. When I started doing that, she released my penis from her mouth and arched her back, making it easier for me to work my finger into her tight, wet slit. I finally got my finger all the way inside her, and then started twisting it around in her, to get it as wet as possible. Then I pulled it almost all the way out, and slowly pushed it back in again – enjoying the sight as her slippery vaginal lips seemed to hold onto it as it penetrated her, and how her vagina held onto my wet finger as I pulled it back out again. I could feel her hymen as I put my finger inside her, but it didn't seem to completely block her; I could readily slide past it.
She seemed to really enjoy that, along with the tongue-lashing I was giving her clitoris, and it wasn't too long before I could feel her tense up over me; and as she gasped out her climax, I could feel her vaginal muscles clamping down on my finger, and taste the juices as they fairly flowed out of her. After she reached the peak of her climax, I pulled my finger out of her vagina, and as she slowly spasmed down, I gently pressed against her anus with it at the same time I was pressing her clitoris with my tongue – and each time I did that, it set off another mini-climax for her.
After a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath, she raised herself up a little, and turned around, so that she was laying on top of me – her breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest, her spread legs letting her vagina drip it's nectar onto my penis and pubic hair.
She looked up at me, and I asked her 'Feel better, now?', and she put her head back down and started giggling into my neck. When she'd caught her breath again, she slid herself up a bit more, so that she could kiss me, and said 'I feel*much* better, thank you. And thank you for not 'pushing' things'. I smiled at her, and told her 'It was
She finally raised herself back up again, so that she was kneeling over my waist, and I pulled the two of us up toward the headboard of the bed, so that I could lean back and look at the way her breasts swayed as she breathed, and her nipples stood out, and her vaginal lips pouted. She smiled at me, and asked 'Is that what sex is all about?', and I told her 'That's what _making love_ is all about'. She looked confused, and asked me what the difference was, so I told her that, to me, 'Sex only uses body parts. Making love uses the heart and mind, too.' She thought about it for a bit, and then nodded her head, understanding what I'd said.
About that time, the clock chimed, and made us both realize that her mother would be getting home in about half an hour – and that her mother might not be so understanding if her little girl came home smelling of sex. We went in and took a nice, warm shower together (slippery, clean fun) before getting dressed again (this time, she put on her bra and panties). As she was leaving, I gave her a little pat on the bottom, and told her to take good care of herself….
Part 2
For the next few days, Robyn pretty much stayed away. Not that we didn't see each other, but rather that she simply didn't actually stop in and visit. Instead, whenever we saw each other, she'd give me one of those Mona Lisa type of smiles – letting me know that she'd enjoyed her last visit. Too, as the days went by, the weather changed, bringing much warmer temperatures; and I noticed (!!) that Robyn had stopped wearing a bra.
Finally, though, she did stop by again, after she got home from school. When I opened the door for her, she told me, in a loud voice, 'Look! I got an 'A+' on the paper I did on your computer!' before coming in. When I closed the door, and turned around, she plastered herself against me, pressing her braless breasts and nipples into my chest. When I started to get hard, she could feel it, and started rubbing her crotch against my erection – helping it along, considerably. Finally, though, she let go of me, and went over to sit in 'her' chair. I sat on the couch, and told her that I was glad that she'd done well on her report, and asked her how things had been going for her the last couple of days.
She gave me a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and said that things had been just fine – but not as well as her last visit. I gave her a wicked smile in return, and asked what had happened to make her remember her last visit so well. She giggled, blushed a little, and told me 'Just the best feeling I've*ever* had in my _whole life_!'. I pretty much figured that a whole life of 12+ years wasn't much to judge by, but was glad that she'd enjoyed it as much as she'd seemed to. Then she told me 'Y'know, I'm glad that you didn't… well… YOU know…'. I told her that I believed what I'd said about taking the time to make physical relationships pleasant, adding 'I'm not going to be doing _anything_ to or with you that *you* don't want. What we did before was very pleasant for me, but I am
