She was so clingy, never pulling her body more than a few inches off of mine during all of this. I tried to get her to sit up a bit, but she resisted, instead raising her hips off of me and letting me fuck up into her, getting the movement and friction I needed to keep going.
“College was a little better. I wasn’t eager to jump into the dating scene but I met a nice guy at the start of my second semester. He was a sophomore, handsome, and knew so much more about college then I did. He gave me advice on teachers, how to make friends with the sorority girls who kept copies of old tests, which frats to avoid. I’d been really nervous at first, but he was nice and easy with me. He wanted to get physical, but I was nervous and scared, and told him I was a virgin. Not so hard to believe coming from a private Catholic School girl.
It took me weeks to let down my guard far enough to even let him touch me on the skin. But he wore me down, persistent as hell, and slowly got access to these,” she turned partially, still unwilling to allow any space between us, squeezing the yummy tit which appeared. “That distracted him for a couple of weekends. Then I learned the art of the hand-job, which can be quite a useful tool, if you know what I mean. I even learned to use my mouth on him, nothing like Beth you know, but it really doesn’t take all that much talent to get a 19 year old off. Maybe 30 seconds of licking and stroking, and bang! Instant results.” Her sudden giggle was unexpected and a relief.
“Don’t misunderstand me. Martin was really nice to me, and treated me well. He was very patient. And for an introduction back into the world of sex, he was great. He wasn’t the least bit intimidating, neither physically or between his legs. He was pretty small, probably only about half your size, but that was good, really. I was so scared to have a boy’s thing inside me. But his patience paid off. We did it. It took a couple of tries. The first time he couldn’t even get it in me before he shot his juice all over me.”
Amie took a break, heaving a big sigh. She rose up on her hands and knees, lifting slowly off my cock. She reached between her legs, grabbed my wand and gave it a shake. “Nothing like this thing, huh? If a girl wants her sweet cream around here, she’d better be willing to work for it.” She leaned in and gave me a kiss. “Jack, believe me, I’m more than willing.”
The sweet girl rolled off of me, almost off the bed, and opened her arms and legs to me. I climbed between her legs, and entered her smoothly, leaning over her, my lips above hers, my weight on my elbows, our bodies touching for out entire length. I understood what she needed. I used my hips to take her deeply. But I couldn’t distract her from her confessional.
“Martin and I had sex 5 times. Three times he actually got inside of me. Not once did he last more than about 1 minute. At his best it was a couple of dozen strokes and that was it. But I wasn’t complaining. He was crazy about me when he was on me, and in me. He was going to love me forever, Romeo to my Juliet. Then he just stopped calling. And stopped showing up. He started avoiding me. When I finally caught up to him and asked him what was wrong, he had no excuse. He ‘needed something else’. I still don’t know what happened. After that I couldn’t go back to school. But I couldn’t tell Dad what happened. I just couldn’t. I was really missing my Mom then.”
I had risen up onto my extended arms and was fucking her a little steadier. Not hard or passionate, just a nice easy motion, enjoying her. She reached up for me and pulled me down for another kiss.
“So when Beth told me about you, I couldn’t believe it. I had to know if it was true. When she was dating you, I was the one urging her to go slow, and look what that got her. Then she sucked and fucked you, and what do you know, she’s living with a man who takes her to the most incredible heights, it seemed unbelievable. She’s sharing him with the sweetest girl in the world, who cooks and cleans and fucks like an minx. And he’s putting her in her own business, no questions, no strings, just to make her happy.”
“Can you understand what this place is to me? It’s a fantasy come true. Wild adventurous sex, where everyone’s pleasure is the first concern. No meanness, no cruelty, no gossip, no judging. If a girl kisses a girl, she’s not a lesbian. If she’s with more than one guy, she’s not a whore. If she’s proud of her body, and shows it off, she’s not a slut, she’s hot. It’s pure fantasy.”
She pulled her legs back and encouraged me to fuck her harder. Which of course, under the situation, I had no choice but to accede to. “God, I love it. I love your fat cock in me, so thick, the feel of it rubbing down the sides of my pussy. The pressure of bone on bone at the end of every hard stroke. The wild feeling of your balls slapping against my ass, when you’re fucking me like a wild man. Sweet Jesus, it’s so, so hot. And when you make me come for you, God!”
Amie released her legs, wrapped them around my hips, and pulled me in. She reached up and kissed me, hard. She bit my lip, and nipped at my chin. “I took a chance, Jack. A crazy, fucked up, senseless chance. And on Beth’s word, I just threw myself at you, swearing to myself that I would do anything, anything at all, and not hold back the smallest bit of myself. I’m not here to fall in love Jack. Although I guess that would be easy enough. I’m here to learn to love and be loved. Love me Jack.”
Love her I did, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers, gently tangling tongues while I pounded her down below, faster, harder, more urgently. When I heard the moans and whimpers accelerating from her, I long stroked her, my lips to her ear, telling her how sweet she was, how beautiful, how much we all loved her, how much I needed to be inside her. When I finally came, it was like I’d set off a firecracker inside of her. She nearly threw me off, shrieking and gasping, hugging me close while her teeth and fingernails made hamburger out of my shoulders and back.
I let her go, rolling onto my back, and my sweet young lover following me. I slow stroked her, enjoying the feel of my still thick softening cock penetrating her sensitive pussy. She squeezed my cock with her pussy, and I stopped her. “Careful, you’ll push me out. Just give me a moment.” I eased in and out of her, letting my residual hardness keep me just firm enough to move inside her, letting the feel of her, and the thought of what I was doing to her, and for her, gradually restore my hardness.
She felt when my rod was strong enough for more play. “God Jack! Shouldn’t we be getting up?”
“What do you thing I’m doing, sexy girl?”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you,” she moaned. “Fuck me Jack, fuck me anywhere, everywhere, oh Jesus, just fuck me.”
She sat up, looked at me lovingly, longingly, and started bouncing up and down. It was my first good view of her body all morning, sheets cast aside, her slender torso upright, breasts standing up. She grabbed her hair and pulled it back, in all its wildness, shaking her head.
Abruptly she stopped.