When his lips touched hers it was like a river of fire was pouring from him to her. His tongue touched her lips, and she felt her mouth parting to let him in. He began stroking the side of her neck, then eased his hand down toward her breast. She wanted him to stop, but also didn't want him to stop. She kept her arms folded. They were sort of across and under her breasts.
His fingers pried between her arm and her boob, squashing her soft soft flesh, wrinkling the lace cup of her bra. The pressure against her nipple made the fire in her guts burn even hotter. She let her arms loosen a little, and felt his warm, hard, strong hand engulf her breast. Reflexively, she tightened her arms, which increased the pressure on her tit. A fold of her bra pinched, made her nipple ache and burn.
And all the time she was feeling the heat of his naked body next to hers. She was kissing him: his tongue was deep in her mouth. She closed her eyes. All she could think of was his towering hard-on, that pale ivory column of meat, with its pink head and seeping slit.
God, she loved the touch of his Hand on her breast! And then it was gone. The kiss ended, and she was again facing the impatient tower of his cock. His fingers touched the top button of her blouse. She shuddered deep inside, where he couldn't see it.
'I love you,' he murmured. She loved hearing him say it, though she knew it was a lie.
She unfolded her arms, letting him unbutton her blouse. When he opened it, she felt cool air touch her flesh. His hand curled over her breast, closer now, separated from her by only a thin layer of lace.
She touched his naked thigh, felt its hairy hardness. She thought she could feel the heat from his cock.
He kissed her again. His grip on her breast got harder, stronger, more demanding. It was more exciting, too. When his other hand dragged her blouse back off her shoulder, she squirmed her arm out of it. A brief struggle and her blouse was a rumpled lump behind her. His hand slid from her breast, around to her side. She twisted toward him, thinking he wanted to hug her. She reached out, put her other arm around him, and bumped her fingers against the scalding tip of his dick. Desperately, she clutched at his ribs.
His fingers touched the clasp of her bra. She crushed herself against him, and felt him pinch the hooks, felt her bra come loose. Then his hand was seeking up her naked torso, shoving her bra aside, taking possession of her breast.
'So soft,' he moaned as he fondled her lush, warm, yielding boob. He dipped his head suddenly, and his mouth fastened on her nipple. She thought she was going to die! Her thighs opened and closed spasmodically as he sucked on her tit. His tongue felt like red-hot sandpaper on her pink, berry like nubbin. She groaned way down deep in her throat. Her panties and shorts felt tight and uncomfortable against her pussy.
Blindly, she reached down. And felt his rock-hard cock! Her fingers bent around the hot, stiff prod. Never in her life had she felt anything like it. It was so hard on the inside, and so soft on the outside! Something hot and slippery and wet made her hand stick to his flesh. She squeezed, and felt a fresh wave of fluid drip down over her fingers.
His fingertips probed at the waist of her shorts. She knew she should tell him to stop. Instead, she sucked in her gut and fumbled with the snap and zipper, actually opened the waist of her shorts for him. His fingers dug into her soft tummy, pushed her panties down, then slipped inside them. Her belly tightened, her hips shifted, and she felt a stinging tugging as his fingers invaded the forest of her snatch.
He sucked his mouth away from one tit, and fastened it on the other. Then his hand took over on the spit- slick one his mouth had just left. The multi-pronged assault was making her senses reel, making her inhibitions crumble. And way down deep inside was a core of fear that was growing stronger and stronger.
'No,” she moaned as his finger wedged into her slit. 'No. Stop!” she wailed as he penetrated her. Suddenly, a stinging pain cut through her burning lust. 'Stop!” she screamed, terror raging through her. She pushed him away.
'I-I'm sorry,' she moaned as he recoiled from her, angry and puzzled. 'I’ve never done it,' she confessed, feeling somehow diminished by the admission.
'You mean, you're a virgin?' Chris asked, stunned.
Micaela nodded, and huddled defensively over herself.
'Gee, I'm sorry,' Chris apologized. 'I didn't know. Honest.”
'You're not-angry?' she asked timidly.
'Angry? No, I'm just surprised.”
'I-can't do it,' she whispered. 'I'm sorry, but I just can't. Can you understand? Do you mind?' She didn't look at him, but out of the corner of her eye she could see his cock. It was still hard, still sticky and wet.
'I-guess so,' he said reluctantly. 'I mean, I can see your being scared-of getting pregnant. Stuff like that. I don't have anything to make it safe, either.”
It wasn't getting pregnant that scared her, but she didn't say so. He was a boy, and wouldn't understand. 'I'm sorry I got you so turned on,' she apologized. 'I didn't mean to be a tease.”
'I know,' he answered, with surprising tenderness. 'I do love you, you know.”
'And I love you, too,' she answered, and they kissed, and everything was wonderful again. She reached for his cock. She loved the feel of its heat and hardness.
'You could-uh-jack me off,' he suggested hesitantly.
'Jack you off?”
'Do me with your hand,' he explained. 'I don't know how,' she whispered. 'I'd like to. But I don't know how.”
'Like this,' he said, showing her how to move her hand up and down his cock.
'It's so big,' she noted, following his directions. She slowly moved her hand up and down his pecker. The skin wrinkled and slid over the heart of it.
'Use your other hand, too. Over the head of it,' he moaned.
'Like this?' she asked, amazed by the feel of the tip of his prick. It was soft and rubbery. His slick juices made her hand slide all over. She leaned forward, watching her hand massaging his cock.
'Yeah, like that,' he moaned. 'Oh, wow! Don't stop. Don't stop. Faster!”
Her hands made a sticky sound as she pumped his dong faster and faster. She had one wrapped around the shaft. With the fingers of the other she made a teepee, so the head of his cock pushed against her palm on the down stroke, hitting her fingers on the upstroke.
'Yeah,' he grunted. 'Yeah, yeah.' His hips began humping. 'Gonna cum. Gonna cum!”
The cock in her fingers swelled, and erupted. A thick, gooey wad of something spurted against her palm, streamed down over her fingers. It was followed by another, and another, and another, until she was being flooded. With every shot the cock pulsed and jerked, and Chris's hips heaved upwards.
'Caela snuggled against him, and held his shriveling, satisfied cock. His semen was thick and wet on her hands and the air was rich with the musky scent of it. She thought of the lump in her father's pants that morning, and knew, all of a sudden, who she wanted to have her cherry.
Farthest from her mind at that point was what her sisters were doing. All she cared was that she was safe from their coming home and catching her like this with Chris. They had the whole afternoon ahead of them.
'I'll get a towel,' she announced calmly. Once out of the room, she shed her bra. After a moment's thought, she also stripped off her shorts and panties. She was no longer afraid of being naked with Chris. His eyes lit up when she came back into the room. She wiped the cum off her hands, then cleaned him up.
'You're beautiful,' he said softly.
'Thank you.”
'You're sure no one'll interrupt us?”
'We're safe for hours. Patty's at the pool, and Gabby has a dance lesson. They always take all afternoon.”
'What about your father?”
'He'll be working until six at least,' ‘Caela answered. 'Come on, I'm hungry.”
Chapter 2
Mike Kelly paced his office. He was trying to dictate a letter and kept thinking of everything but the letter.
