The new girl

enough to get my lips on her bust; I happily spent a few minutes getting both of her nipples glistening with my saliva as I brought them to erectness.

We continued like that for several minutes, stopping only when Charlene once again held herself still over me, panting slightly as she told me 'It feels as good now as it did before — better even. But I'm not used to moving like this; can we do this some other way?'

Running my thumbs over her nipples, I answered 'Sure. If you want to, you can get on your hands and knees and I'll get behind you.'

When she visualized what I was talking about, I saw her areolas pucker in response before she told me

'Yeah… I'd like that.'

I waited patiently for the few seconds it took for her to lift herself off me completely (releasing a minor flood of juices to dribble down my cock) and move off of me. As I sat up, she moved to her hands and knees before turning her head to look back at me. I saw her eyes lock on my glistening, swaying erection for a few moments before moving to my eyes again. She didn't even blush when she saw that I knew where she'd been looking; she just gave me a sultry gaze and said 'You don't have to wait or anything — I'm ready now.'

Hearing that, there was nothing for me to do but move close enough to lever my erection down and settle the head of it between the parentheses of her parted labia while I put my other hand on her waist.

Before I could do anything else, however, Charlene rocked back enough to impale herself on me.

Figuring if she was going to take that kind of an attitude, I'd just go along with her, I took hold of her waist and arched my hips forward… filling her with a single firm thrust. When I was fully embedded in her, Charlene tilted her head back and released a deep groan of pleasure as I felt her deliberately clench herself around me.

Getting a response like that from her, I eased about half my cock out of her before pressing myself back into her again — then did it again, and again, and again…

In short order, I was sliding myself back and forth through the tight ring of her entrance as Charlene pushed back with each thrust of my hips. After only a couple of minutes, I could hear as our union created a distinctly liquid sound as Charlenes womanhood got wetter and wetter with her steadily increasing arousal and desire. Leaning forward a bit, I was able to reach around and cup her breasts in my hands and start gently squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Coupled with the movement of my hard cock, the stimulation got her even wetter — enough so that I could feel faint trickles of her oils begin to trickle down my balls, where they were transferred to her bush each time my scrotum swung forward.

Even as young as I was, I couldn't maintain that position as long as I would have liked; eventually my back complained enough that I had to raise up again. I had my hands on Charlenes hips and was steadily pistoning in and out of her when I happened to look down to where we were joined, and saw that her small, thin labia were being pulled out every time I slid out of her, only to disappear again when I moved my hips forward. For some reason, I found it to be an incredibly erotic sight and greatly slowed my actions so I could watch it happen in 'slow motion' several times. I'd likely have watched it a lot longer if Charlene hadn't released a slightly frustrated groan and pressed herself back at me to let me know I wasn't pleasing her as much. When I picked up the pace again, I heard Charlenes impassioned 'Oh, God, yes… like that…'

I continued to look down every so often at where my cock was see-sawing back and forth through Charlenes opening, and a little bit later, something else caught my attention: the dark pink pucker of her anus, and how it was almost winking at me as I moved in her.

To this day, I don't know how or why I got the idea to put a generous dollop of my saliva on my thumb and then rub and press against her rectum. I just remember asking myself 'I wonder what she'd do…'

The answer I got to that question surprised the hell out of me.

When I first ran my wetted digit across her anus, Charlene froze where she was; when I graduated to making a few tentative presses against it, she groaned something unintelligible before letting her upper torso fall to the bed so she could grab a double handful of the bedcovers and arch her back to angle her posterior up (and making it easier for me to get to).

Even as young and inexperienced as I was then, there was no mistaking her actions for anything other than encouragement for me to continue.

So I did.

With the liberal application of my own saliva for lubrication, it didn't take long for me to go from simply pressing the pad of my thumb against her rectum to having the entire digit buried in her; then it was on to begin wriggling it inside her. Each increase in my activities dramatically increased intensity of her passion and desires. But it was when I got the idea to slide my opposing digit back and forth in time with the movement of my cock that I had the most effect on her. I knew that did more for her than anything else because she quickly became utterly incapable of making anything other than incoherent groans and other noises of overwhelming pleasure.

It didn't take but a very few minutes of that before I felt her vagina begin an intermittent clenching around my cock; figuring that she was getting close to having an orgasm, I simply continued what I was doing. Not much more than a minute later, she experienced what I could tell was one Hell of an orgasm when her entire vagina clamped down on me just ahead of a series of spasms running through it from just behind her opening to the deepest part of her. It wasn't appreciably different from the first time she'd climaxed after I was in her, but there was certainly more of it — if I hadn't already climaxed so recently, it would have easily pushed me over the edge. As it was, I was content to keep myself buried in her so I could enjoy the experience that was more like my cock being milked than anything else.

When the last of the spasms in her womanhood had died out, I carefully slid my thumb back out of her… causing her to shudder from the apparent stimulation. A few moments later, she somehow managed to prop herself up with her arms again before turning her head to look at me and shakily telling me 'That felt amazing… but don't do it again unless I ask you, okay, Billy?'

'Sure thing, Charlene.'

Satisfied with my response, she went on to say 'Now you can just fuck me, okay?' before turning her head forward.

That was a simple enough command that even I could understand it, and that's just what I did: begin fucking her again.

I'd pretty much expected that she was going to be wetter inside after having an orgasm like that, but what flummoxed me was just how much wetter she was: when I first slid my erection back out of her, it almost felt like I'd dipped my cock in a bottle of some kind of lotion. Pressing myself back into was like stuffing my erection into one finger of a rubber glove that someone has filled with warm baby oil, she was still so tight and warm and wet inside. Not that I was complaining, mind you; she felt wonderful to me, and I wasn't the least bit reluctant to do just as she'd asked.

As the next several minutes progressed, Charlenes passion and desire reasserted themselves and she began pushing herself back at me as she gave voice to her increasing pleasure. I was finally starting to feel a little tired when, to my relief, I felt Charlene begin using what she'd learned about controlling her vaginal muscles. It didn't take much of that kind of stimulation to move well along toward my second climax.

I was enthusiastically fucking myself into her when Charlene stopped with the Magic Pussy tricks; a few moments later, she brought one hand off my bed and reached down between her thighs. Even preoccupied with what I was doing, I wondered what she was doing, since I couldn't feel her touching me. Several seconds later, I started to feel her vagina begin to intermittently tighten around me, and realized that she was probably using her hand to stimulate her clitoris. The image of her hand sliding up and down her small shaft while I was fucking her got into my head, and started turning me on a lot more than I would have thought it could. A very few minutes later, and I was about ready to empty myself into her again when she released a (thankfully soft) cry and clamped down on me again.

It took me only a couple more strokes into her hot, tight channel, and I tried to stuff as much of my cock into her as I could as I released a cry of my own with the start of my release.

Once both of us had finished our respective climaxes, we managed to get ourselves down onto the bed and laying on our sides without having to uncouple. I had one arm around Charlene as she lay in front of me; she had her 'top' leg draped over both of mine so I could stay inside her for as long as possible.

Both of us were still panting slightly when she turned her head and told me 'Thank you, Billy.'