0 comments/ 9892 views/ 1 favorites My Angelic Songbird By: Iceberg Slim I was a popular, athletic and slightly above average student in high school. There was an immense amount of people that I knew who also knew me, but there was only a small gathering of companions that I really trusted and looked upon as my friends. The majority of them I had known since middle school, but there were a few that I met in high school. First up is Harper, he's my cousin. Everyone calls him 'Slim' on account that he's 6'6." He's been there for me whenever I've needed him, and vice-versa. Next is Lance. He is the school's reigning king of comedy. Whenever I need cheering up, he's right there. Lastly is my very best friend in the world, Rowland. We all call him 'Nova.' His mom says it's because he's destined to be a star, we say it's because he thinks that he's 'Casanova.' We all happened to be in our school's magnet program and we all play sports for the school. I reached my maximum height during my Sophomore year. I was about 6'1" maybe 6'2" and weighed in at around 175 pounds. I was a member of the football team so I was always in pretty good shape. Physically what stood out the most about me were my eyes. I was constantly being told that my light brown eyes could melt the soul of any female that looked directly into them. It seems that they were the only good thing that my father left me. I had also been told on more than one occasion that when I didn't smile, my eyes could be quite intimidating, even a little menacing. My mom raised me on her own, she kicked my dad out when I was about three or four years old. If I was to see him everyday, I wouldn't know who the hell he was. I felt like I had to do something great or meaningful with my life, there was no way that I was going to end up like my lazy, sorry excuse for a man, so called father. That's why I worked so hard in high School to get accepted into a decent college. Being in the magnet program in high school opened doors that I probably wouldn't even know existed. It also ensured that I would be introduced to only the smartest girls in our school. I was tired of meeting girls with bra sizes that were higher than their IQs. There was a number of girls at school that I was somewhat interested in, but none as much as Robin Mitchell. She was easily the most beautiful, energetic, charismatic, intelligent, and angelic person I had ever met. I remember the first time I saw her. It was the first day of school Sophomore year. I was the very first person in class. I grabbed a seat in the rear of the classroom. As other students quickly filed in, as usual I motioned for some of my friends to sit near me. As the buzz of students speaking of their new clothes and summer vacations clouded the air, I looked toward the door and there she was. It was like when Kevin Spacey saw Mena Suvari for the first time in 'American Beauty.' Everything around me was gone, all the students, the teacher, the noise, everything, it all disappeared. The only thing that existed at that moment was her. She wore a black skirt adorned with a shimmering blue floral print. Her skirt stopped just above her knees and perfectly complimented her youthfully tight bottom and slim, gorgeous legs. Her moderate yet sufficient breasts were encased in a silk, royal blue blouse. Her long, dark brown, straightened hair flowed like a waterfall over her shoulders. Her skin was the tone of pure caramel. I drank in her pure, natural beauty. It was love at first sight. You would think that with my notoriety it would be fairly simple for me to approach Robin, or any girl for that matter, but that's where everything goes south for me. As much as I love women, it's always been difficult for me to talk to them. In normal, everyday situations, I can talk to anyone at any given time and without any effort I'll be witty and articulate, but if I attempt to converse with a female about anything even closely related to romantic involvement, I transform into an insecure, timid, stuttering imbecile. Trust me, it's not a pretty picture. As the years flew by, Robin and I became great friends but I never got a chance to date her. It was partly because she was always in a relationship with someone, but mostly because I still hadn't gathered up the nerve to tell her how I felt. This continuously went on until our Senior year. I was hyped about Senior year, but who isn't? After three grueling years of high school, it's finally your turn to run the school. All the underclassmen are looking up to you, all the former students come back to ask YOU how things are going with the school. I decided that this would be my year to finally get next to Robin. If she was gorgeous as a sophomore, she was now a picture of perfection as a senior. A sexual goddess 18 years in the making. From day one of the school year, I made sure that I was Robin's best friend. If she needed help with homework, needed a study partner in Calculus, a tutor in Physics, whatever it was that she needed, I was going to make sure that I provided it for her. As we neared the halfway point of the school year, Slim, Rowland and Lance began to notice that Robin and I were spending more and more time with each other. "Hey Aaron," Slim called. "What's up?" I answered back. "What's the deal with you and Robin?" he asked loosely. "Huh?" "Huh?" he shot back mockingly. "You heard me, you and Robin." "Yeah, y'all have been hangin out a lot lately," Lance chimed in. "What are you talkin about?" I answered naively. "We always hang out." "Nooo," Rowland replied, "not like this." "The two of you seem to be real buddy buddy lately," Slim added. "I still don't know what you guys are talking about." I looked around at each of my friends slightly confused. I had no idea what they were implying. Robin and I had always been good friends. I couldn't understand why they were questioning it now. "Oh wait, I know what it is," Rowland replied with a smirk. "You finally asked her out!" "Wha?" "Don't play dumb with us," Slim said while shaking his head. "We invented it. You asked her out didn't you?" "No, of course not." "What? How the hell long are you gonna wait?" Lance inquired. "Damn Aaron," Slim replied while looking skyward. "That's just sad," Lance added while folding his arms. "Can't you see that she likes you?" Rowland asked. "What?" I replied, both confused and a little ashamed of my cowardice. "Are you serious?" "C'mon Aaron, everybody can see that she likes you," Slim replied. "Why don't you just ask her out?" Rowland asked. My friends must have been sipping the sauce or something. There was no way that an angel like Robin could possibly be interested in me. She's always been with the confident, self assured guys. Why would she settle for me? Her last boyfriend was a college man for Pete's sake! (just wondering, who the hell is Pete and why is his sake so damn important?) I know for a fact that she could have anyone in the school that she wants, I probably wouldn't even make the list of possible third stringers when it came to her. I began to realize that I would never be more to her than a friend. I took a wrong turn somewhere one day and ended up in the last place that any male wants to find himself in, THE FRIEND ZONE. Even though I knew my place when it came to Robin, I still couldn't shake the conversation that I'd had with my friends. The day before we were to leave for Christmas Break, I found a letter in my locker. I detected a faint scent of perfume on the folded piece of paper as I quickly opened it. Dear Aaron, I'm writing you this letter because I haven't had the courage to tell you face to face how I feel. The first time that I saw you, I had to do a double take. You were, and still are the cutest boy that I've ever seen. From the very first day that I met you, I thought that you were sweet and caring, almost too sweet. I figured that it had to be an act, no one is that genuine. I'm glad that I was wrong. You've been there for me whenever I've needed you. While my parents were going through their divorce, you helped me get through it. When that asshole, who will remain nameless, was cheating on me, you were the one who told me that I deserved better and you kicked his ass! For the past few years, you've been my hero. No one means as much to me as you do. I can't seem to get you out of my mind. You're my best friend, and I hope that you can become more. Thinking of you always, Robin I couldn't believe it. I rubbed my eyes and looked back down at the paper to make sure that it was sent to the right person. My blurry gaze reaffirmed that the letter was meant for me. I folded the note up, placed it in my pocket and leaned up against my locker with my mouth hanging open wider than Steven Tyler. I probably would have stayed that way if Rowland didn't walk by when he did. "Aaron?" Silence. No response at all. "Aaron? Wake up!" Rowland shouted. "Huh?" "What's up with you? You look like you just saw Mrs. Renfroe naked or something." (I wish!) I pulled the note from my pocket and handed it to Rowland. Reading to himself, "...how I feel ... cute ... genuine ... hero..." he paused as his eyes grew. "Damn man, I tried to tell you. What are you gonna do about it?" "Nothing." With a look of total shock on his face, "Nothing? Hold up a minute. You've wanted this girl since the day before forever, and now that you know she wants you too, you're not going to do anything about it." "That's not what I mean. I can't do anything until after the New Year." "Why the hell not?" "Because she's going out of town with her mother. They're leaving tonight." "Damn," he replied in a calmer tone, "that's kinda fucked up." "I know." I spent the next six days of Christmas vacation reading and rereading Robin's letter over and over. I was still somewhat in a state of shock that she felt so strongly about me. I had no idea of what I should do or say to her once she returned from her trip to her grandparent's home in Tennessee. I pondered this predicament until it hit me. I quickly dialed Rowland's number. ring ring, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring "Hello?" Rowland yawned into the phone. "Hey Nova, it's Aaron, I need a favor." "Huh?" he asked, still half asleep. "Sure, what is it?" "I need to borrow your car." "There must be a bad connection or something. I coulda swore that you just asked to borrow my car." My question definitely woke him up. "I did." "What for?" "I'm going to see Robin." "Robin who? You mean Robin Mitchell? Outta town Robin Mitchell?" he inquired sarcastically. "Yea. I have to go up and see her." "Okay, suppose I lend you my car, how long will this take and where exactly are you going with it?" "Tennessee. It should only take me a few days." Chuckling into the phone, "Um Aaron, you're my boy and all, but are you feeling okay?" "Never better. I'm finally gonna take the offensive and tell Robin how I feel about her. She deserves that much after she poured out her heart to me in that letter." "Damn, I'm so proud," faux-crying into the receiver. "My little boy is finally growing up." "Fuck you, dipshit!" "Seriously though, take care of my car man." "No problem, I really appreciate it." I arrived at Nova's house in record time. I got his car keys and was on the road in no time. Coming from Atlanta, all I had to do was take I-95 north straight on to Tennessee. Leaving at 7:00 am, after getting through a little early morning traffic, it took about five hours total for me to reach the state line. Once in Tennessee, I remembered a History report that we were assigned where we had to construct a family tree. I recalled the name of Robin's grandfather and looked it up in a worn-out phonebook at a shitty phonebooth just outside of Knoxville. There were only three listings and that was a major relief to me. I immediately started on my quest to find the home of Robin's grandparents. After one failure to find Robin, I began to think that I might be crazy thinking that I could just hop in a car and drive to Tennessee just to tell the girl that I love, that I love her. Following my second failure, I got a little depressed thinking that I may have remembered the wrong name. I could very well be making and absolute ass of myself, and on top of that, Rowland would have and endless supply of verbal ammunition to spray me with for the rest of my life. As it slowly approached 7:41, I began to feel like a beaten man. I was cold, hungry, and I had no idea if I was even searching out the right person. I slowly pulled up into a long, winding driveway that led up to a beautiful two story brick house. The front lawn was big enough for the Titans to play all their games there and all of the property was surrounded by huge trees reaching up into the heavens. I slowly walked up to the gigantic oak door and rang the doorbell. ding dong No answer. I rang the bell again. ding dong Still no answer. I decided to ring the bell one last time, but at the very moment that my shivering index finger came within a few millimeters of the button, the huge door slowly swung open. "Aaron? Aaron!" I had done it. I found Robin. "Aaron, I can't believe you're here," she asked as her words flew from her mouth so quickly, I could barely distinguish where one ended and the next began. "How did you get here?" I stood just outside the door shivering trying to open my mouth when... "Oh my God what am I thinking about? Get in here before you catch a cold," she stated while grasping my arm and pulling me into the warmth of the house. As I stepped into the brightly lit living room, I was engulfed by the heat emanating from the fireplace. Robin sat me down on a large, plush sofa that sat directly across from the crackling fire. "Now you just sit right here, I'm gonna go and get you some warm tea." As Robin scurried out of the room, my mind began to race. I never thought that I would actually find her. Now that I have, what the hell do I say to her? Should I come right out and say that I love her too or should I ease my way into it? Should I be myself or should I try to act cool? I was about to lose my mind when... "Here you go. Some nice peppermint tea to help take the chill off." "Thanks." I slowly sipped my tea as I stole glances of Robin. God, it had only been a week but it looked as if she was more beautiful than I remembered. "So Aaron," she inhaled deeply, "what on Earth brings you all the way up here to Tennessee?" I cleared my throat. "Honestly, you," I replied as my eyes slowly tilted downward to the floor. "What?" I retrieved her note from my pocket and placed it in her hand. "This letter," I paused, "this beautiful letter and the beautiful person that wrote it brought me here." "Aaron..." "No, hold on a second. If I don't say this now, I may not have the courage to say it again." I slowly rose my head and inhaled deeply, "After reading this letter over and over again, I couldn't continue to sit back and be afraid to tell you how I feel about you." "Aaron." Finally looking Robin in her eyes, "I've loved you since the very first time that I saw you. Maybe it's a little immature to say that I loved you then, but I know for a fact that I'm definitely in love with you right now." "Aaron, I love you too," she replied with moisture forming in her eyes. "I never told you any of this before. I don't know if it was because I was scared or stupid. There's a good chance that it was a nice combination of both. After reading your letter, and knowing what kind of courage that it took for you to put yourself out there like that, I had to tell you how I felt as soon as I possibly could." "Oh Aaron, you have no idea how happy that makes me," she stated as a single tear ran down her left cheek. Robin wrapped her arms around me tightly, squeezing as if she never wanted to let me go. I returned her hug and became intoxicated by the sweet fragrance left on her body from the same perfume that accessorized her heartfelt letter. "You know Aaron," Robin whispered while still holding me tightly against her small frame, "you could stay here tonight." "What about your mom and grandparents?" Breaking our embrace and staring a hole deep into my soul, "My mom and grandparents left this morning to pick up my Aunt Sophia and her son Greg in Louisville. She's afraid to fly and can't afford a train ticket." "Well, why did they leave you here? Why didn't you go with them?" I asked while her small hands covered mine. "I'm watching the house until my Uncle Bobby gets here with the twins, Gabriel and Gabriella. He's driving in from Baton Rouge." "Well, I guess that means that I'll be staying the night," I said with a grin, "that is, if it's okay with you." "Great. That means that I can give you your Christmas gift early." "You got me a gift? You shouldn't have." "I wanted to. It's something that I haven't given anyone else." "What's that?" "Aaron..." she replied as her face slightly turned red with blush. "Oh," I calmly replied. "Ohhh," the light bulb had finally gone off and I understood what she meant. "Are you sure that you're ready for that?" "Yes, I wanted to make sure that I gave it to my perfect man." "Oh, so I'm your perfect man?" I asked in a surprised tone. "No, you blew him out of the water. You're loving, kind and my very best friend in the world. You're everything that I could wish for and more." With that said, Robin leaned in and softly pressed her lips against mine. It was our first kiss together. I felt a bolt of electricity shoot from the top of my head to the souls of my feet. I couldn't believe the charge of pure energy that flowed through my veins. Robin pulled her lips away from mine and my right hand instinctually went to the side of her face. I softly caressed her silky smooth skin as I gazed deeply into her eyes. A combination of love and passion was apparent as I got lost in her mahogany stare. I traced my right hand from her cheek, to her shoulder, down her arm and to her hand. I brought her delicate appendage to my lips and kissed the back of it softly. She stood, not breaking the light grasp I had of her hand, and led me up the stairs to a bedroom. I assumed it was hers. She then opened the door and we were inside her room. Shutting the door behind us, she took my jacket from me and hung it in a closet by the door, brushing her small but firm body against mine. Turning around after hanging the jacket, she leaned against the door and I moved in to kiss her again. Our mouths reacted instinctually on their own accord as our kissing became fierce and passionate. I slowly began kissing her on her neck and uncovered shoulder. Robin wore a forest green Tulane sweatshirt that kept falling off of her shoulder and a pair of loose fitting sweat pants that did absolutely nothing for her tiny, curvy body. Lifting her shirt off over her head, Robin revealed to me that she was wearing a transparent Victoria's Secret bra. Her small, firm breasts pushed proudly against the delicate material that was found on her flawless chest. Her dark brown nipples were already growing erect even though our foreplay hadn't even started. I reached my hands around her back to undo her bra. Letting the clasp fall, she let the bra drop gently off her shoulders and exposed her bare breasts to me. Her skin was as magnificent as the rest of her, a pure, flawless shade of caramel. Her aureolas were a deeper, richer brown and very large, covering the front portion of her breasts almost entirely. Her nipples were elongated and quite sensitive to the touch. I ran my hands over them, flicking them ever so gently to arouse them. They stood out proud and erect as they pointed from her small breasts. As Robin's breathing became heavier from the excitement, her face flushed red with the sensual attention the rest of her body was receiving. My Angelic Songbird As I sat beside her, I couldn't resist taking a nipple into my hand and feeling it's soft texture against my palm. Robin arched her back instinctually as she slowly glided her hand up my torso and began to caress it with her hand. She began to unbutton my shirt, anxiously attempting to get me as naked as she was. I lowered my mouth to Robin's right breast and licked around her sensitive nipple, teasing her. Robin cooed and sighed as she held my mouth to her chest firmly. I suckled on her breast and lightly tugged on her nipple with my teeth to get it nice and hard. I transferred my mouth to the other breast and repeated my actions, and very quickly Robin's moans began to echo throughout the house. As I took a handful of her left breast into my mouth, Robin held my head in place and ran her fingers through my hair, moving her hands smoothly up and down the side of my face. Robin pulled my head up to her face and we kissed lustily. Moving my head further down her stomach, I tickled Robin's belly button with my tongue, causing her to release a small giggle. I then proceeded to untie her baggy sweatpants. I paused as I got lost in her dark brown eyes yet again. They were now filled with lust and anticipation. I slowly began sliding her pants off of her slender hips. When I had them off, I dropped them gently to the floor. Robin lay on top of the bed now in only a pair of skimpy black panties. Her skin contrasted richly to the bedspread, a light brown on top of a royal blue. Her panties were a little damp, I noticed in the dim light of the room. I could see a small portion of her pubic hair through the now moist fabric. Sliding my hand softly up her thigh, I proceeded to take her panties by the waistband and pull them down her delicate young hips. As they slid off of her legs and landed on the floor, I got a fantastic view of Robin's sex for the first time. Covered in soft, delicate dark brown hair that matched the color of the hair on her head, Robin's pussy was small and beautiful, neatly trimmed and very aroused. I eased closer to her on the floor and placed my face right by it, Robin parting her legs slightly to allow me access. Her aroma conveyed that she was excited and ready, and I could see the moisture on her barely protruding vaginal lips glisten in the softly lit room. I stepped back to begin taking off my shirt. Robin propped herself up on her knees and began unbuckling my belt and undoing my pants, letting them fall gracefully to the floor. I stood in only my black boxer briefs, my phallus straining to be free. Robin laid back on the bed and parted her legs slightly. I leaned over her and kissed her again. I planted soft, pecking kisses all over her body, slowly moving from her lips down her neck to her breasts and navel and then back up to her lips again. Propping her head up with her right hand, she slowly slid her left hand down my body, running her fingers lightly over my chest and abs, tracing little circles all over my stomach. Upon reached my underwear, she slowly pushed her hand down past the waistband and ran her dainty, soft, warm hand on my manhood, softly stroking it up and down. I was as hard as granite by now, and Robin appeared to be pleased by that. Sitting up slightly on the bed, she grasped the waistband with both hands and pulled my underwear down, tossing them onto the floor near the bed. I then made my way back down Robin's tiny, curvaceous frame. With a soft and loving lick, I tasted the inside of her succulent thigh and then moved my tongue towards the outer area of her channel. Gently licking her labia and outer folds, Robin gasped as I made the first outside contact with her most sacred of treasures. I could see tiny droplets of moisture on the outside of her mound as my nostrils were filled with her musky scent. Her fragrance was intoxicating. I traced my fingers down to her sex and began slowly teasing her aroused clit with two fingers, squeezing it gently and rubbing it between my thumb and index finger. Slipping two fingers into her rapidly moistening depths, I began to slowly massage her inner loins. Sliding my fingers in and out of her tightness, I built a good rhythm. Within seconds, a soft squishing sounds began to resonate through out the room. Robin threw her head back and moaned as my digit entered into her virgin channel. I probed around inside of her softly, seeking to open her up a little wider for what was to come later. As Robin neared orgasm, her moans and cries that were once soft and gentle, were now thunderously loud as her body writhed around on the bed in pure bliss. Reaching her hands up to grasp the sheets, she cried out loudly as she orgasmed, covering my two fingers in her sweet and sticky liquid. With my fingers still inside of her, I focused on getting my tongue deep within her loins. When my tongue grazed over her swollen clit, Robin suddenly closed her legs around my head, barely allowing me any air to breath. Her succulent thighs had a grip on me that the jaws of life couldn't break through. I continued licking her sweet spot as her grip eased off of my head and allowed me to go to work. I could feel Robin's hands brushing across the top of my head, and running down the side of my cheek, as I licked away at her sweet tasting honeypot. Her manual caressing of my head and face were passionate and loving. I must have hit the right spot when I took her engorged clit between my tongue and flicked rapidly over it with my finger, for Robin cried out thunderously in another orgasm, flooding my face with her sweet nectar. This orgasm seemed more potent than the first. Her screams ricocheted off the walls. She grabbed hold of my hand and brought it up to her face. She then greedily pulled my fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, tasting her own salty honey. Robin pushed me aside following her second orgasm in order to catch her breath, but I wasn't done just yet with her. I brought my face up to hers and kissed her softly. Our tongues danced together as Robin's hand reached down and cupped my balls. I gently pushed her hand away. "No, no, no. It's not time for that right now. I still haven't finished with you yet," I whispered softly to her. Sliding my hand back down to her waist, I reentered my fingers in her womanhood and slowly worked them in and out again. Robin was well lubricated now and gliding them in was no problem this time. I felt my fingers go deeper and deeper into her womb, all the while keeping my thumb at her entrance to stimulate her clit. When my fingers touch some resistance that could only be her hymen, I gradually pulled them out. As they slowly neared her entrance however, I began to thrust my two digits back and forth into her slowly, making a gentle, rocking motion with them. Robin's hips began to methodically rock back and forth on the bed. They set their own pace at fucking back on my hand, while causing the springs in the mattress to squeak softly. I leaned down and kissed Robin. Her lips were ablaze with lust. We each pulled our heads away, breaking the kiss in unison. Robin snaked her tongue out of her mouth and licked around my face, tasting her own juices. I stared into her eyes and found only raw animal instincts. The tempo of my hand went faster and faster and in turn Robin's hips rocked faster as she attempted to force more of my hand into her wetness. Robin's firm young bottom bounced up and down on the bed as her body gradually lost control of the situation. Beads of sweat began to form on Robin's brow as the soft light of the room was reflected from her glistening body. She softly bit her lower lip, her eyes were half shut and her head was cocked back, she was a picture of sexuality in it's rawest and most beautiful form. Suddenly Robin's body tensed up and her legs clamped down on my arm as another orgasm ripped through her body. Her screams of passion could have been heard clear across the state of Tennessee. Her juices coated my hand and trickled down my arm and onto the bed as her feverish thrusting slowed and she attempted to catch her breath. Her breasts rose and fell upon her chest as she panted heavily. I had never seen her look more beautiful. Robin's breathing gradually returned to normal. Once it did, she took a hold of my throbbing endowment and pulled me towards her on the bed. She attempted to wrap her tiny hand around my rigid shaft. Her delicate fingers lightly traced the veins of my manhood, rapidly stimulating my virile member. Our lips met again in a sweet embrace. Unlike the ones before, this kiss felt as if it was full of innocence and fueled by love. It was soft, gentle and pure. Without speaking, I lifted myself over her and positioned my phallus at her tiny Entrance. I looked down into her eyes and without saying a word she nodded her approval. She brought her left hand up to my face and caressed it lightly. She reached her right hand down to my staff and softly lined it up with her entrance. "Please, be gentle," she whispered. My tool softly brushed against Robin's outer folds. Very slowly with one hand, I rubbed the head of my rock hard 9 inch rod against her slit, lubricating it with her abundant juices. This seemed to be a little unnecessary on account that I already had a dollop of pre-cum forming on the head of my engorged muscle. I placed the tip at her entrance as Robin whimpered in anticipation. She bit down on her lip as she braced for the brief pain. The head slipped into her easily, as did the first few inches. "You okay?" I whispered softly. She nodded her head, her eyes never leaving mine. I quickly encountered the resistance of her cherry. I held Robin tightly against me as she clinched her arms around my back. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "Hold on...here we go," I whispered to her. Pushing my hips up hard yet gently, I pushed through her barrier. There was some tearing as the weak muscle gave way. The last of her skin tearing free as I broke through into her silken channel. Gritting her teeth and grunting in pain for a slight second, I saw the grimace on her face as I tore into her innocence. "You alright?" I whispered, as I rubbed my hand across her cheek trying to take her mind off the pain. "Yea... I'm fine ... hurts a little but keep on going," Robin softly replied. A moment later, she pulled me down on top of her and began slowly rotating her hips around my tool, attempting to force as much into her firm body as possible. I lay atop of her, crushing her small breasts against my chest. "Aaron..." she panted softly into my ear. "Yea." "I want your cock deep in my pussy." I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Had sweet Robin Mitchell just taken our lovemaking to the next level? Hearing those words come out of her mouth, I was both shocked and incredibly turned on. I forced more of my dick inside her and felt her inner walls stretch and open up to accommodate my girth. Soon my cock was completely inserted inside of her as I felt it bottom out and hit the back of her pussy wall. Her pussy was like the soft velvet of the bedspread, teasing my shaft. Constantly spitting it out, but then sucking it in for more. The warmth of her cunt was like an uncontrollable brush fire that can't be put out, it only grows faster and faster. Being inside of my angel was like Heaven on Earth, as I thrust in and out of her wetness slowly. Robin was starting to enjoy it, I felt her body gradually relaxing more and more as her body began to react instinctually. She began to moan softly as we moved in unison. My tempo and pace must not have been enough for Robin, between my grinding into her and softly kissing her neck and ears, in shortened breaths she gasped... "More! More! Faster! Harder!" I increased my tempo as fast as I could, and soon we were literally bouncing up and down on the bed. My 9 inches of meat gliding into the furthest regions of her, slamming into her pussy wall on virtually every thrust. As fierce as our pace was, it was dwarfed by the incredible heat of her virgin, teenage pussy that I knew would keep me from lasting for very long. I thrust my cock harder and harder into her tight, wet cunt with every thrust, causing the bed beneath us to bang harder and harder against the wall. Our bodies were drenched in sweat from our extreme work out. The sound of wet bodies slapping against each other resonated through the room. My thrusts were long, hard and deliberate. My balls slapped against the crack in her ass as my cockhead slammed into her G-Spot. Beneath me, I felt Robin's body shudder and convulse as she orgasmed, her juices mingling with our fucking and trickling onto the bed below in a pool of liquid lust. Sensing myself on the verge of cumming, I started to pump faster into her channel. Robin's juices flooding out of her pussy, she came down from her orgasm quickly and worked harder to bring herself towards another. She wrapped her legs around my waist as my chest crushed her tits into her body. I took quick, short jabs into her vaginal orifice. Her left hand clamped on to my back as her right hand rubbed her clit furiously. I extended my arms underneath me as I towered over Robin's exquisite body. I looked down to see her tits bouncing all over her chest in random patterns. Her left hand went from my back to my chest. She rubbed on my pecks and abs as I plowed into her pink furrow. I placed my hands atop her tits, as they violently jiggled in all directions. Her moans grew louder and louder as I massaged her sheath with increased speed. "Aaron, Aaron, AHHH!!!" The entire bed squeaked and shook violently. My balls began to boil as my orgasm started it's final approach. "Aaron, Aaron, I'm..." An ear piercing scream filled the empty house like that of a Neve Campbell or Love Hewitt in a 90's slasher flick. Her snatch let forth a flow that rivaled the Mississippi. Her entire body went stiff as the orgasm flowed through her soul from head to toe. It only took two more stokes in Robin's now extremely tight hole to trigger my orgasm. My cock erupted like a volcano. I shot my load deep into her loins, my seed splattering against her vaginal walls. I figured that she must be tiring of this position so I guided her up onto her hands and knees as I pulled my still very erect cock out of her. Placing her into the doggy style position, it would be easier, and possibly more enjoyable for both of us. I slid my cock back into her waiting hole and began fucking her harder like I had been just previously. Robin's small, beautiful breasts swayed back and forth as I moved in and out of her. Her hips bucked back against me, the texture of her cunt was incredible. Her channel felt like warm silk on my hard prick, the lining of her pussy squeezing and stretching around me as I rocked back and forth into her. I continued my attack of her G-Spot. For that moment, that instant, I had complete control of her body. Robin shuddered yet again. The curling up of her toes signaled her fifth or sixth orgasm of the evening. I was losing count. I neared the breaking point of my second, but I wanted to relish the sensation of her pussy for as long as I could. Lost in ecstasy, Robin was now simply moaning as our bodies moved together in unison. She had gotten the hang of fucking very quickly and, knowing that I had only cum once, was doing her best to try and get me off. The tease that almost made me pass out from bliss came when Robin slid a hand underneath my sack and began to massage and fondle my balls as I pistoned in and out of her. The sensation of her hand on my sack was magnificent. The second they made contact with me, I felt the urge to cum right there. Robin gasped, pushing her body back into mine with all of her might. My body reacted much faster than my mind, and I felt my balls tighten as I shot stream after stream of cum into her. Robin felt it hit her inside and this set off another orgasm as she cried out so loudly it shook the pictures on the wall. Completely exhausted and spent, I pulled my cock free from Robin's pussy only to find that I was still hard. Not rock hard mind you, but semi-erect. Robin caught her breath again and we laid next to each other, kissing gently. Our kissing soon led to light petting and cuddling. I softly kissed her sensitive nipples as she rubbed my chest and abs. I looked down and realized that my dick was now a raging hard on once more. What can I say, there's nothing better than being a teenager. I changed positions and we soon lay in a 69 position. Robin took my cock in her hand and slowly slid it into her warm mouth. I felt it gently ease down her throat as she licked the shaft. I lifted my hips up from her face and lowered them back down. I slowly fucked her mouth while I ate her out. I plunged my tongue deep within her womanhood as it slowly contracted and expanded on my oral organ. My cock moved of it's own free will as Robin pulled it out and then lowered it back in, kissing and licking it as it slid into and out of her mouth. Robin came first, groaning onto my cock. I tasted her rich juices in full force, spilling out into my expectant mouth and onto the soaked bed beneath us. There was a puddle of our lust near my head that expanded as Robin's fluids leaked onto the spread. I turned around and stood up on the bed, as Robin continued to suck my cock deep into her throat. Grabbing a handful of her dark brown hair, I fucked her mouth a little more roughly than I had been previously. She didn't seem to mind though, in fact she sucked more enthusiastically on my cock. The intense pressure of her mouth was like a vacuum. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and gave it a few quick strokes and then sprayed my load all over her face. This orgasm was almost as strong as the one that was still seeping out of her cunt. Streams of cum landed all over her forehead and nose, dripping down to her mouth. She extended her tongue and hungrily took all the drops that landed on it. Another shot landed on her upper lip and dropped to her waiting tongue. I positioned my cock lower and shot the final stream onto her heaving breasts, as the cum leaked down her cleavage and onto her flat stomach. Robin gathered the cum from her face with her fingers, wiping as much as she could into her mouth and rubbing the excess cum on her tits into her chest. Having exhausted a huge load all over her, I collapsed onto the bed beside her. Robin too fell over from exhaustion and curled up in my arms, falling asleep instantly.