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Kelly Ch. 01

By: Balrog



A work of fiction. There is a girl, whose name I don't know, who matches the physical description and served as an inspiration, but all that inspiration happened in my mind.

It was one of those Relevant exercises that they give to senior English classes in high school: discuss "friendship," what it means, how you get it, how you show it. It was a bore, except that Kelly was in my discussion group. 1973.

I had drooled over Kelly for four years. She was perfect. Well, almost perfect. She was about 5'2" (short, compared to my 6'6"), with long, dark brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and a delightful chin line. In sum, a lovely face. Farther south, it just got better.

She had a body built for speed, not comfort. Not an ounce of fat, with small, but noticeable breasts, a tight, muscular waist, an incredible, absolutely to-die-for ass, and wonderful legs. I'd have hated to chase her. She probably would have outrun me. Her hip-hugger jeans hung low, and her short tops often exposed her delightful tummy (fashions keep repeating, don't you know?). She seemed truly more intimidating than I could handle. I'd barely ever even spoken to her, and didn't really know much about her, since any questions would have been turned back on me by teasing friends. So, I lusted from afar for this Mystery Woman.

"I guess I don't have any friends," Kelly said in our discussion group.

"What do you mean? You don't have any friends?" I piped up.

"I don't," she replied emphatically.

"I don't believe it,' I said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because I can't understand how someone like you can have no friends," I asserted.

"What do you mean, someone like me?" she asked warily.

"I don't know," I mumbled. "But if I had half a chance, I'd want be your friend."

She looked at me steadily. "What would you do with a whole chance?"

"Can we change the subject?" I gulped.

"No," Kelly said, "What if I gave you a whole chance?"

"I'd try to be your friend," I said meekly. The group had a good laugh at my expense, but Kelly just looked at me, expressionless.

We changed the subject and continued our small group discussion, engaging in Cooperative Learning and being Relevant Teenagers. As we were filing out of class, I felt a slight pinch on my elbow. I looked down to see Kelly. 

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked as we walked down the hall.

"Mean what?" I asked in reply.

"About being my friend," she said, gazing at me steadily. It was very disconcerting to be stared at by such beautiful eyes.

"Yeah, sure," I said, my heart pounding.

"Want to come over after school?" Kelly smiled for the first time. I thought my toes would melt.

"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, and failing.

"OK, see you later," she said.

"OK."

"Hey, silly," she said as she turned away, "Don't you want to know where I live?"

"48 Bridle Lane," I replied with my own smile. I hadn't lusted for four years without doing any research.

"Call me if you can't make it," she said.

"668-8566," I smiled. Her eyes went a little wide, then she smiled in return and almost bumped into the wall. She giggled, turned, and walked away. I, on the other hand, floated down the hall about three feet off the ground.

Later, I passed by the sewing class. There was Kelly, in a long, light blue formal dress standing on a chair. The teacher was marking the hem. The dress clung to every delightful curve in her body, and dropped low in front, exposing the T-shirt she wore underneath. The sleeves were wide at the ends, and trimmed in fur. The teacher saw me in the doorway, gaping.

"She's been working on it all semester," Ms. Lines said, "Pretty impressive, huh?"

"Pretty gorgeous," I managed to blurt out.

Kelly smiled. "Thanks! It's almost done."

"I'm done," Ms. Lines said, standing up.

Kelly looked at me. "Could you help me down from here?"

"Sure," I said, putting my books on a nearby table. I walked over to Kelly, where she was just slightly taller than me on the chair. She faced me, and in one move put her arms around my neck and went sideways. I grabber her under her knees and back, and there I was, holding Kelly in my arms. 

She looked at me and smiled, "Thanks! I needed this." Her arms squeezed my neck just a little, enough for me to know she did it, but not enough for others to notice.

I just stood there, not knowing what to say.

"Do you want to put me down?" she asked.

"Not really," But I gently lowered her to a standing position. She didn't pull away, though, and pressed against me.

"Thank you, sir knight," she said, looking up at me.

"It's among my greatest fantasies to be a knight in shining armor to a damsel in distress," I said quietly.

"Sometimes I think I need to be rescued," she said simply. "See you this afternoon."

After school, I put the top down on my car, a 1971 Oldsmobile Cutlass, and enjoyed the first really warm day of spring. I didn't want to hurry to Kelly's and appear too anxious, so I drove around, stopped and got a Coke at the convenience store, and then made my way north through town to Bridle Lane.

When I got there, it was all I could do to keep my jaw from dropping. There, in the front yard on a chaise, soaking up the late afternoon sun, was Kelly. But it was what she was wearing. Or almost wearing. It was a small, flesh-colored, crocheted bikini, with just enough stitches to keep her from being arrested. I parked on the street. She got up and bounced over to the car. I almost died watching. Her body was even more stunningly beautiful than I had imagined. Tight, and smooth, without an ounce of jiggle, except in her small, but ample breasts.

"I didn't know you had such a cool car!" She exclaimed. "When did you get it?"

"It's my folks' car. They let me drive it after my 18th birthday," I said, a little proudly, and a little sheepishly. Good thing I had to talk. It reminded me to breathe.

"When's your birthday?" she said, leaning over the passenger door, and giving me a nice view of her delightful cleavage in the tiny bikini top.

"December 23rd."

"Mine is April 26th," she said.

"Happy birthday!" I said, noting that it was last week. "Is it too late to celebrate?"

"I don't know," she said warily.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because you're a Capricorn and I'm a Taurus," she said simply.

"So?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "It doesn't get any better than that."

"What do you mean?" I was confused.

"For romance, dummy. It doesn't get any better than a Capricorn and a Taurus!"

"Who said anything about romance?" I asked, heart pounding again.

"I thought you wanted to be my friend?" she asked, sounding a little hurt.

I got out of the car and walked around to her, hands in my pockets. "I really did mean friend," I said quietly, "Because I have been just a friend to a lot of girls, so I know how to do that. And because I would never have the courage to hope for romance with someone like you."

"What do you mean, someone like me? You said that in class today and then asked to change the subject," she said, the hurt still there.

"That's because I couldn't say what I was thinking in class," I said.

"And what was that?" she asked, a little angrily.

"That I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and there's no way I could ever hope to have you actually like me."

This time, her mouth fell open. "Do you really mean that?" she asked.

"Kelly, if I'm going to be your friend, you need to know that I'll never lie to you. I'm not lying, or exaggerating. I think you're incredibly beautiful."

"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked. That was the 1973 term known these days as "hot." As she asked, she clasped her hands in front of her with extended arms, in a way that squeezed her breasts together and amplified her cleavage. It took my breath away again.

"I don't like that word because it's not descriptive. I like your hair, I could look into your beautiful eyes forever. You have a gorgeous face."

"What about my body?" she said, smiling a little wickedly.

"You have a body to die for," I said, "Simply put."

She moved closer to me. "Do you really like me?"

"Kelly," I said, swallowing hard and bracing myself to say what I felt, what I had practiced saying to myself to prepare for a moment just like this. I just never expected that moment would be with Kelly. "Nothing could make me happier than to try to win your heart, and having been fortunate enough to win it, to hold it my hands as gently as I could and take care of it forever."

There was a long pause as she looked at me. "You've made a good start," she said quietly, and took my hand, "Come inside with me and let's talk some more." I noticed that she had goose bumps. I began to suspect that it just might not be a chill. I know mine weren't because I was cold.

"Kelly," I said, hesitating, "Can I walk behind you into the house?"

"Why?" she asked, puzzled.

My turn for a wicked grin. "Because the view's better."

She laughed a full-throated laugh. "Sure, knock yourself out."

"I don't have to when you do it to me just by walking."

So, she walked ahead. I was reminded of the song "The Girl from Ipanema," and the lines "When she walks it's like a samba that sways so cool and sways so gently..." Kelly walked that way, with a flowing grace and just the right amount of motion.

Inside, she led me to a big chair. "Sit," she commanded.

I sat. Immediately, she sat on my lap and straddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck. The most beautiful girl in the world, wearing a tiny bikini, sitting on my lap. The lust of my life up until that moment. I felt her legs squeeze me.

"Kelly, what's this?" I asked, bewildered at her forwardness.

"I meant it when I said that I have no friends," she said, looking deeply into my eyes, "Guys who've wanted to take me out have only wanted to crawl in my pants. You've said more romantic things to me in the past five minutes than all of them put together!"

"I didn't mean to be romantic as much as to just be honest and tell you how I feel." I said shyly. "And it's not easy for me."

"Will you kiss me?" she asked, eyes shining. It might have been tears.

"Bad idea," I replied, shaking my head.

"Why?" she asked, hurt sounding in her voice.

"Because Kelly, I won't be responsible for your death."

"What?"

"Kelly, if I start kissing you, I'll never stop. They'll find us here months from now, dried up, starved, with our lips locked."

She laughed again, that full laugh. "As the Indians said: 'Today is a good day to die'!" And with that, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine, and then pulled back a little. It was heavenly. I put my hands on the back of her head and gently pulled her to me. Our lips touched again. Softly at first, then with a bit more contact. She pulled back. "You know, sir, I've had my eye on you for a long time, too."

I was stunned, "You have?"

"Yes," she replied," but I never thought you'd be interested in me. And I just figured you'd be a jerk like all the others."

"Why in God's name wouldn't I be interested in you?" I asked, a little hurt myself.

"Because I'm so short."

It was my turn to laugh. "We'll just have to make the best of it, because I can't get any shorter."

She laughed. We kissed. He mouth opened slightly, and I put just the tip of my tongue in her mouth, where it met hers. She responded by putting hers as far into mine as she could. My boner was now complete, pressing uncomfortably against my jeans. She caressed my mouth and tongue with her tongue. She pressed against me, and I could feel her little breasts against my chest. I held her head tight with my hands. It was a long, soulful kiss.

She broke from it with ragged breath, "Whew! That was something."

My breath wasn't so even, either. "I've never been kissed like that before!"

"Oh, and are we Mister Experience?" she said haughtily.

"Not in the least," I replied, "Terminal shyness, I'm afraid."

"You mean I have to be forward with you?"

"I'm afraid so, Miss Experience," I replied.

"Heck, no," she said, "I learned it all in Cosmo."

We laughed, we kissed. Each kiss just got better and better. I moved my hands to her almost-naked back. The feel of her skin was intoxicating.

"Scootch down," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Slouch, you jerk."

I slouched in the chair, and she moved up, placing her pussy right on my erection. She kissed me again. My hands moved to her waist. Her body was incredible to touch. All skin and muscle, smooth and supple, yet warm. So warm. She slowly started to move back and forth on my crotch, caressing my dick with her bikinied pussy. I moved my hands to touch her all over her shoulders, back and waist, caressing her skin.

"Oh, that feels so good!" she moaned. We kept kissing. She kept rubbing. I moved my hands to her hips and just kept them there, feeling her move. Her legs were so tight and firm.

She sat up, and untied the bikini strap from behind her back, and then from behind her neck. She put the top on the side table. I looked at two of the most perfect breasts I have ever imagined. I looked into her eyes. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, maybe a little shyly.

"You're perfect," I said.

"You said you'd never lie to me!" she warned.

"OK, you're a little short," I laughed.

"That's better," she said, "Now watch me try to be taller."

With that, she pressed her naked breasts against me and slowly started to raise herself up, sliding her breasts up my chest. Then, there they were in front of my face.

"If you don't kiss them, I'll scream!" she said.

"Uh, what about your folks?"

"Gone for the weekend."

"And they left you here alone?"

"I'm not alone. You're with me."

"True." That said, I obliged. First I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked gently, then the other. Kelly's breath was ragged, and she sharply inhaled each time my lips encircled her nipple. I think she liked it. I kissed all over first one breast, then the other. She held my head to her breasts and moaned softly. There was a hint of vanilla in her cleavage. I drank in the smell. Vanilla must be an aphrodisiac. As if I needed one.

"They're not too small?" she asked shyly.

"They're wonderful," I replied, "And that's the truth." I kissed each one again. "They're everything I could ever want."

"Thank you. That's sweet to say. I like how you make them feel when you kiss them."

"It may be sweet. But it's the truth. And I like to kiss them very much." With that, I cupped them and gently held them, not squeezing, but feeling every last bit of them that I could feel with my hands. Just there, motionless, but soaking in the feelings of her soft flesh. I looked deeply into her eyes. She held my gaze.

"I have a question. But you have to tell me the truth."

"I promise," I said; hand in the air as if taking an oath. I discovered that I preferred to touch her breast, and replaced it there.

She looked me in the eyes deeply. "Do you want to make love to me?"

"Truthfully, I wonder if we're going too fast." I replied truthfully.

"I've had a huge crush on you for two years, and my hormones are raging. I want you to be my first lover," she said earnestly.

So, how do you answer the most beautiful girl in the world when she asks you to make love, when only hours before you barely even knew her? Truthfully.

"I would be honored to make love with you."

She smiled deeply and stood up.

"But," I said, "You promised me a whole chance, and I want to make good on that. Besides, I never make love on an empty stomach. Let's get something to eat."

"You only make love on a full stomach?" she countered.

"I don't know," I replied, "But I hope I'll find out."

She laughed when she realized what I'd just said. "D'Angelos. I love their Number 9 Pokkets."

"So do I!"

"But, sir knight," she said, taking my hand, "Can you eat one with only one hand? Because I have no intention of letting this one go." Her eyes were shining, and I suspected tears again.

"Are you OK?" I was concerned.

She sniffed and rubbed her nose. "I'm more than OK. I'm happy for the first time in a long time."

D'Angelos makes sandwiches that occupy half a pita. A Number 9 Pokket stuffs a pita with steak, cheese, peppers, lettuce, tomatoes, and mushrooms, if you ask for no onions. It is a mess: hard enough to eat politely with two hands. Kelly allowed us only one, as we sat in the same side of a Formica booth. It was hilarious, and we both had the grace to laugh at ourselves and at each other. We talked about trust. We talked about loneliness. We talked about being tall and being short. We talked about school and friends. Most people are in and out of D'Angelos in half an hour. We were there two, getting Pepsi refills in a cup with two straws. I learned that it's hard to be as beautiful as she is and still be able to have girl friends who aren't jealous and mean, and boy friends who can think about anything but sex. In other words, she was lonely. I found words coming out of me that I'd never shared with anyone. She was so easy to be with, so easy to share with. I discovered my own loneliness through her company. But just as I was discovering a name for what I had felt for so long, it began to abate. I felt myself drawing close to her. Closer than I'd ever felt to anyone.

I opened the car door for her as we left.

"Thank you," she said, "No one has ever done that for me before."

"Get used to it," I said, "I intend to make it a habit."

"It makes me feel special," she said, as I closed the door on my side.

"You are special, Kelly. Believe that."

"How's your whole chance going?" she asked seriously.

"You want the truth?" I said, starting the engine.

"You promised," she said, now a little nervous.

"I don't know how it will end, but it looks pretty good so far. In total truth, I'm falling for you very hard," I said, "I can talk to you about things I never thought I could talk to anyone about. And you listen. And you care. I guess you've figured out that it's hard for me to trust anyone, but I feel I can trust you absolutely. I'm so comfortable with you, I feel like I've known you all my life."

Now, tears really streamed down her cheek. "It's a Taurus thing," she said, "But I feel the same way about you, sir knight. You're rescuing me from a loneliness I've felt for a long time. You're nice, sweet, and very romantic."

"It's about beauty," I replied, "And I've already said that the outside you is beautiful. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known or imagined. And now I'm learning that you're just as beautiful on the inside, too." I put my hand on her chest above her breasts. "It's the inside that matters to me in the end. But I'm happy to take the outside, too!

"And the knight thing. It's a source of great fantasy for me to imagine riding up in full armor and rescuing beautiful women. I've though about it. Rescue comes in many forms. One is rescue from loneliness, I guess. I see someone like you, who is so beautiful and attractive and warm and wonderful, and you're lonely. I feel your vulnerability and I want to rescue you from that. I'm not sure what form that rescue takes, other than to just be with you. It's not a sexual thing at all. I just don't want to ever see you hurting. Nevertheless, I'm deeply attracted to your loneliness, because it lets me feel like I can rescue you."

She laughed and leaned over to kiss me lightly. "I said that sometimes I feel like I need to be rescued. Maybe you hit on why I feel that way. So, sir knight, rescue me from my lonelliness. Come back home, and have the outside with the inside. You make me so happy I want to scream."

"Don't scream!" I exclaimed, "People will think I'm raping you."

"Never mind them," she replied, "The question will be who's raping who."


Kelly Ch. 01



Kelly walked seductively out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her gorgeous buxom body. Her strawberry blonde hair was still damp from the shower. She walked slowly over to the mirror allowing the towel to drop freely to the floor and starred to admire her gorgeous figure in the mirror.

At thirty four, she was just as attractive as she was in her early twenties if not more. Some men would consider her body as thick. She didn't have the least bit of fat on her anywhere. She was just a healthy looking woman.

Gorgeous legs with thin ankles. Nice full thick thighs any man would die for. A nice curvy full ass and thin waist. This all topped off by a pair of gorgeous 38 DD breasts. Girls made fun of her for having such large breasts back in her old school days. 

She twisted and turned her body and admired her lovely curves. She looked down at the floor spotting her fuzzy high heeled slippers tucked in the corner and walked over and slipped her feet into them.

Kelly stepped back in front of the mirror admiring her gorgeous legs and the way those high heeled slippers enhanced her figure. She giggled thinking how her husband, Henry called them, "Fuck Me Pumps".

The reflection of her marquise shaped diamond engagement ring shinned as she lifted her hand to adjust the thin silver necklace around her neck. She studied the tiny diamonds around the little heart on the chain before dropping it back down between the cleavage of her large full breasts.

Henry bought her tons of fine jewelry. He loved her dearly and could afford to buy her nice things. Henry was a lawyer with his own law firm. He was very shroud in the court room but at home he was like a pussycat. 

He practically acted like a little boy at times allowing Kelly to dominate him in many ways. He'd beg her like a child asking for a toy or some candy when he wanted sex. 

Kelly ran her fingers along the edge of her pussy lips feeling the smooth soft skin on her shaven mound. Henry loved a shaven pussy so Kelly always kept it clean shaven for him. Her fingers traveled up over her smooth belly and up around one of her full naturally huge breasts. 

She messaged her breasts feeling a warmness between her legs. Her other hand lowered and touched her pussy slit finding it wet to the touch as she gently slipped a finger inside her pussy slit.

Kelly was still aroused from the afternoon. Kelly worked as an real estate agent and showed a house this afternoon to a single guy out of Chicago. He was an attractive blonde haired guy. Tall slim and very handsome. He made Kelly an offer at the house but it wasn't the type she was looking for. He hit on her like so may men do in her field. 

It wasn't that she could blame the man since she was using many of the tricks of the trade to do business in her field. She may have led him on a little too much this afternoon. Like so many of the other single men she meets in the coarse of a year.

One being to remove her wedding rings while out in the field. Kelly giggled again thinking about how many times she pulled that one off only to show up at a closing with her rings back in place. Henry always told her that her body was a tool in her business and she should use it to the best of her advantage whenever she could.

Henry loved hearing the stories she could tell about how these men came on to her while out showing them homes. One guy even went as far as shutting a bedroom door and locking it. When he tried backing her up toward the bed she ended up kneeing him in the balls to get him to stop. It all ended well. He made an offer on the house she was showing that day. 

Kelly stepped over toward the dresser and took out her favorite toy from the bottom drawer. It was a fake rubber cock which vibrated and squirmed. She kept it tucked under a stack of panties where Henry wouldn't find it.

She quickly got onto the bed and flopped herself down onto the pillow spreading her legs as she dug her high heeled sleepers into the mattress. She arched her head back feeling the wet folds of her pussy lips and inserted the head of the fake cock between the wet folds of her pussy. 

She gently put pressure on the cock until it was inserted inside her pussy and flipped the little switch making it come alive. Kelly messaged her clitoris with one hand as she held onto the fake cock. 

In no time, Kelly was arching her hips up at the fake cock pretending it was a real man fucking her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed as she pushed the fake cock a little deeper into her pussy. Her finger found the knob which made the fake cock squirm.

Kelly gasped as her body stiffened as the fake cock worked it's way inside her wet hot pussy. Her finger wiggled against her clitoris as her other hand kept hold of the fake cock. She wanted to make herself cum. Henry would be home any minute and wanted to make herself cum before he arrived.

Within moment's, Kelly was letting out a loud squealing sound. The fake cock had did it's job like so many times before. Kelly's body started to relax as she turned off the vibrator. She laid there starring up at the ceiling as she stroked her wet pussy. She felt more relaxed now. She looked at the time. Henry should be home at any second. She quickly got up and wiped off the fake cock with a wet cloth before tucking it back into it's hiding place among her finest panties. 

Kelly slipped into a short nightgown and met Henry at the door giving him a wet open mouth kiss.

"How's my gorgeous wife this afternoon?"

"I'm just fine darling, and you?"

"Uh, it's been one of those days for me again. This murder case has been amazing. Something entirely new has come up with my client."

Kelly helped remove Henry's suit jacket as he kicked off his shows. 

"Why don't you sit down and relax until dinner is done?"

Henry took Kelly into his arms giving her another kiss and starring at her like a little boy wanting candy.

"Don't give me that look now, Henry! You know I have to cook dinner."

Henry looked pleadingly at his wife. "Please! It's Friday and you always take it off on Friday's."

Kelly's face turned to anger as she stepped back crossing her arms and starred back at Henry.

"Don't you argue with me, Mister! You know well enough that's not going to happen until after dinner."

Henry just sighed as he put his head down. He knew better not to push Kelly too far knowing the consequences if he did. He passively read the newspaper on the sofa while Kelly prepared dinner.

Henry could wait to get dinner out of the way. He finished loading the dishwasher for Kelly and flipped on the machine to let it do it's job. Kelly was somewhere out near the pool. Henry walked out and found her seated near the pool with her legs crossed sipping on a glass of ice tea.

Kelly smiled at Henry as he approached her. He still had that puppy dog look on his face as he stood just a couple feet away from his wife.

"Did you finish your chores young man?" "Yes baby. The dishwasher is running now.....Uh......May I take off my clothes now?

Kelly leaned back in her chair as she crossed her arms. Her leg was still crossed over and she started to swing it back and forth as she tried to make a decision. 

"OK, lets have a look at the poor little thing."

Henry smiled. He loosened his tie than started to take his shirt off as Kelly sat with her arms still crossed. She then leaned forward uncrossing her legs.

"Come closer darling."

Henry stepped closer as he took off his shirt. Kelly worked on his pants until they dropped down onto the brick pool pavers below. Kelly looked up into Henry's eyes as she hooked her hands around the elastic of Henry's boxer shorts.

She just continued that devilish stare as she slipped the boxer's down his legs until they too joined his pants on the brick pavers below. Kelly examined the shinny chastity tube on her husband's little cock.

One of those cheap plastic models wouldn't do for Kelly. She always had to have the best. This was a custom made stainless steel model which she had made in Germany especially for Henry. This would was made to fit snug and had a curve in the tube.

This insured that Henry couldn't obtain a complete erection in anyway. His cock head peered through the opening and a metal ring wrapped around his tight ball sack keeping the tube locked in place until Kelly removed it.

Kelly slid her foot out about half a foot. Henry knew his job. He kneeled down in front of his gorgeous blonde wife and unhooked the little silver key which was attached to an ankle bracelet she wore almost constantly day and night. 

Henry was still kneeling as he peered into Kelly's' gorgeous eyes. He looked pleadingly at her face waiting for some sort of reply.

"Stand up darling."

Henry felt relieved already as Kelly ordered him to stand. This usually meant she was ready to unlock his little cock. Henry gave Kelly the key and sighed as she took her time deciding if she were going to unlock his cock.

Kelly reached out and stroked his inner thigh moving her fingers up just far enough to touch his ball sack with the tips of her nails. Henry looked down into Kelly's eyes as she teased him with her fingers by messaging his little ball sack. She raised her other hand and touched the head of his penis with the tip of her long nail. 

She then placed the tip of her soft index finger on the head touching the slit. She messaged his little balls until a tiny bead of wetness appeared at the slit. Kelly broke out in loud laughter as she starred up at her husband.

"Maybe I should give it another week." She leaned back as she clinched Henry's ball sack with her fist giving it a gentle squeeze as she added. "Do you think your man enough to handle what I have young man?"

Henry gulped. "Yes baby. I think I can satisfy you."

Kelly's expression turned from a smile to devilish mean as she heard those last words.

"You only think? I don't think that's going to be good enough Henry."

Kelly leaned back further in her chair as she released her grip on his ball sack and crossed her legs again.

"I'll have to give this a little more thought. Go fetch your leash."

Henry obeyed. "Yes baby."

"Oh....and take these clothes with you on your way into the house."

Henry picked up his pants and underwear and hurried into the house as Kelly took a sip of her ice tea.

Kelly sat thinking how she could be a real bitch to her husband this evening. She started swinging her leg as she sat thinking about the last two years. She remembered the night that Henry spilled his guts telling her about his fantasy. Kelly was shocked at first to hear all the things that Henry wanted her to do.

Kelly knew that her husband enjoyed looking at porn on the internet and knew where he had got all these crazy ideas from. She started investigating the web sites Henry visited and learned the tricks of the trade herself. If Henry wanted her to act a certain way, she would have to learn exactly how it was done.

Female domination was the first term she explored. That was followed by keeping a man in chastity as Henry had mentioned. Then there were the toys. Kelly smiled as she thought back to the summer when they went shopping at the pet store. 

Henry kept pleading for Kelly to buy a dog crate. It seemed that he wanted to be punished at times having Kelly lock him inside one of those things. Kelly laughed to herself thinking about what the salesman in the store had said.

"How large is your dog, Miss?"

Kelly remember looking around trying to come up with an answer when she looked at Henry and said. "He's about the size of my husband."

Kelly busted out laughing every time she thought back about it. Henry had Kelly buy all sorts of little toys. Some things she just wouldn't agree on. None of this was her idea in the first place but she wanted to make her husband happy. She loved him so much she'd do practically anything for him.

Kelly learned that Henry also had a strong fetish for interracial sex. He loved seeing white women being pleased by black men. Kelly explored the idea but came to the conclusion that having sex with another man just wasn't going to happen!

Henry went as far as telling her how he loved seeing blonde women with the largest and darkest of all black men together. He showed her pictures online and seemed to get his jollies seeing those awful looking cream pie shots. Henry told her it would be his ultimate fantasy to be able to eat a black man's sperm out of her pussy. It gave Kelly chills just thinking about it. 

Henry returned with his leash and collar in hand and gave it to Kelly. She sat her glass back on the table and looked at Henry.

"Kneel down."

Henry got down on his knees. Kelly put the collar around his neck and clicked it in place and tugged on the leash as she pushed up on his chin. Henry stood back up while Kelly put the tiny little key into the lock on Henry's chastity tube. Henry heard the click of the lock.

Kelly worked the tube pressing her thumb on the head of his penis as she gently twisted the tube working it off his little cock. Kelly laughed as she was glad Henry wasn't largely endowed. He only measured slightly over 4 inches long. 

The tube finally slipped off and Kelly began a light message of Henry's little cock. 

"There. Doesn't that feel better?"

Henry sighed in relief while Kelly took the small penis between her fingers and started a gentle message. Henry's cock stayed in it's curved position long after the tube was removed every time. Kelly figured the tube sort of trained his cock that way after being confined during the week. 

Kelly messaged his little cock a bit longer before standing up and tugged on his chain.

"Come on with me young man. I want you to make me cum." Kelly turned to walk toward the pool steps but quickly turned around and added. "You better make me cum hard this time if you know what's good for you."

Henry was led over to the pool. He'd done this many times with Kelly. He started to walk into the pool down the stairs in the shallow end as Kelly kicked off her high heeled slippers. She slipped off her transparent night gown changing hands that held the leash as Henry got down into the water.

Kelly had towels set aside earlier and leaned down and spread them down on the pool deck and got down facing the pool. She edged herself forward and positioned her feet at the edge of the pool and leaned back. 

Henry knew what to do next as he hunched down between Kelly's lovely thick thighs and started to kiss her inner thighs. He skillfully ran his tongue over her skin causing little goose bumps to form on her legs. He kissed his way to her bare pussy and planted a few kisses there until he inserted his tongue between her wet waiting pussy lips.

"That's it darling. Your so good at licking me."

Henry began to work his mouth on her pussy. He had gotten very skilled at the way he moved his tongue against Kelly's clitoris. He flickered it in all the right places at the right time. Kelly's body was responding to Henry's tongue. Her body began to quiver until Henry brought her to her first very intense orgasm.

Kelly yelled out loud as she came and finally opened her eyes looking down at Henry. He was kissing her thighs again waiting to bring her to another orgasm. Kelly looked from side to side thinking she was glad they had a tall privacy fence around their yard.

It didn't take but several minutes to bring Kelly to her second orgasm and than a third before she had enough.

Kelly backed away a few inches from the edge of the pool as she tugged on the chain. Henry quickly got out of the water and grabbed one of the dry towels and started to dry off his lovely wife. She slipped into her heels and waited for Henry to dry himself off before walking him back into the house.

Kelly walked him straight into the bedroom and pointed at the bed. "OK, Henry. Get on the bed and lay back for me."

Henry was excited. He knew he did a good job making Kelly cum so hard and she was going to reward him. Henry positioned himself in the center of the bed and waited for Kelly to join him.

Kelly climbed onto the bed and laid on her side with her feet toward Henry's head. She reached out and touched Henry's shriveled little cock. It had gotten all these little wrinkles from being in the cool water. Kelly didn't mind. She just wanted to get this over with fast.

Kelly loved her husband very much but sex with Henry wasn't exactly a highlight in her life. Kelly messaged the little thing until it finally showed a little sign of life. It started getting hard but retained that awful looking curve to it. 

She looked down at Henry's face as she messaged his little cock. "I think we're going to have to make you cum like this tonight."

Henry sighed in disappointment. He knew that when Kelly made her decision that it was a done deal. She was either going to jack him off, suck it or sit on him. Henry knew he was going to get jacked off this evening. He just laid his head on the pillow trying to fantasize about his lovely wife with another man.

Kelly looked at Henry's face as she began her task. Her fingers held the little shaft tight as she moved them up and down a little faster. Kelly knew what he was thinking. He had that damn fantasy of seeing her fuck another man. 

No....Not going to happen. She loved Henry and would never think of having sex with another man. No....Nothing but trouble. Fuck a strange man? Never! God she thought. People catch things all the time fucking around. 

Kelly kept stroking Henry's cock as she thought about other men. Luckily she had her toys. She would never have to worry about one of those sick men trying to call her for sex all the time. She'd never have to worry about a relationship or any of that bad stuff.

Henry started to groan as Kelly stepped up the pace a little. He humped up against her hand until he finally shot off a nice little load of hot cum. It shot straight up into the air a couple inches and landed back down on her hand. 

Kelly stroked Henry's cock a little longer and looked up at him and saw how relieved he looked after shooting his little wad.

"Feel better?"

Henry nodded and smiled. Kelly looked around the bed and remembered she forgot to bring a towel. She held her cum soaked hand up toward Henry's face.

"Oh darn it. I forgot to bring a towel."

Henry smiled as he lifted his head. He began licking Kelly's hand clean of ever trace of cum until it was all gone. She smiled at Henry and said.

"You better go take a nice hot shower now."

Henry did just that. He returned after drying himself off and found Kelly waiting for him in the bedroom.

"Come here young man and let's take care of that little thing."

Henry knew what was coming again. Kelly had the chastity tube ready and waiting. She had cleaned it and polished the finish. It didn't take her very long to get it back on and locked in place.

Kelly handed Henry the key and watched him kneel down and put it back on her ankle bracelet.

"If your good, I'll take it off tomorrow and allow you to play with it."

That was fine with Henry.



Kelly Ch. 01



Do you know what it's like be stuck in a dorm room with a male roommate, in an all-male residence hall, during a dry spell? When you can't even masturbate because either your roommate is around, or you have homework or studying to do? I'll tell you what it's like. It's like being starved. Red-blooded guys like me need a woman's touch. We need to be between their legs, making them utter sounds only real men get to hear. We need the warmth and softness of a girl, or we go insane. 

And I was going insane. I hadn't jacked off in a month. A month. And I hadn't been able to score. Either I fucked things up, or luck came in and fucked it up for me; there was no getting laid. It was wearing on me. My grades were beginning to slip, and I was getting irritable. 

"FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!" I tossed my Xbox controller onto my bed, to my right. 

Even my game was suffering. 

"You alright? Losing never used to piss you off this much." Kevin was my roommate, and he was the more sensitive between us. He had a way of speaking his mind, too. For the moment, his words pissed me off even more. 

"Fucking armor-locking motherfuckers." I leaned back in my chair, exhaling. 

"Yeah, they're bastards, but c'mon, you're overreacting. Something else is wrong." 

"What does it matter to you?" 

Kevin looked at me, his brown eyes resolute. "Because it's been miserable in here for the last few weeks. You just sit in here and fume and snap at me when I try to chill you out. Things used to be relaxed around here." 

I knew he was right; I was making things tense in our little room. But it pissed me off even more to hear it. I didn't like being told I was wrong, or at fault. I didn't always take it well. 

"Goddamnit you whine a lot." I stood up and grabbed my jacket. I needed to leave. I wanted to get away from the accusations, even if they were right. 

"And you can't face facts when it comes to yourself." Kevin turned in his chair, leaning across the back of his chair. 

I put on my jacket, and approached Kevin. I wanted to hit him now, I was so mad. His smarmy, know-it-all demeanor needed to go. I looked down at him, and he didn't flinch one bit. I was bigger than him. Stronger than him. But I couldn't hit him. And he knew it. I was always a bit of a softy, and I always had a soft spot for him. He was after all, my only real friend on campus. The only guy who got me, who I could hang out with anytime and feel comfortable with. 

"I need to go. Get some air. I'll see you later." I turned to leave, but Kevin was faster. He leapt for his shoes and jacket as well, and I was nearly out the room when he came up behind me. "Not without me, big guy." 

I sighed, waiting outside the door for him. "Fine." I couldn't help but smile. Kevin's charm was disarming, and in a word: cute. I didn't feel ashamed to admit that to myself. And he cared. Such a rare quality these days. Guys need support too. And it's great to have that one guy who can help you out. 

"Where we goin'?" Kevin said, now leaning on me with his hand to get a shoe on. 

"Figured I'd grab a drink." 

"You were gonna sit at the bar, alone? Seriously, James?" He looked at me. I just shrugged. 

"Wouldn't be the first time. Won't be the last if this dry spell keeps up." We walked out, down the hallway, and into the entry area. Down the steps, we found our way outside in the cool, winter air. 

"So that's what this is about? Getting your dick wet?" He gave my arm a small punch. It didn't hurt, but I acted like it did. 

"Hey!" 

"Damnit Jim, I thought you were depressed or something." He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and blew a lock of his brown hair out of his face. 

"I might as well be. I'm horny as fuck and I haven't even gotten my rocks off for a month!" We headed for the parking lot. 

"You can't...take care of that yourself?" He looked at me as he approached my car. I didn't make eye contact. 

"I've tried." 

"How hard is it!?" 

"When you're around, and with my busy schedule? Nigh-impossible." We got into my car. 

"Oh. Sorry." He looked down at his lap, as we pulled out of the space, and started on our way to the nearest bar. 

"Don't worry about it. It's not your fault. I'm just unlucky." I glanced at him, and he smiled a bit. Good. Even though it bothered me, I didn't want him to feel bad. 

We drove in silence for a long while, arriving at the bar without a word. We entered the bar, and I held the door open for him. He gave me a smirk. 

We took a seat, settling into a booth and removing our jackets. The waitress eyed us both up with some interest. I smiled back, and Kevin only offered a small grin. 

"What can I get you two?" 

Kevin tapped his lips in contemplation, and I simply watched him. It was amusing for some reason. I guess you could say I thought it was cute. I simply waited for him to answer. 

"Uh, just something sweet I guess. Rum and Coke." I smirked at him. He glared at me. 

"I'll have Wild Turkey, on the rocks, please. And put his Rum & Coke on my tab." The waitress nodded with a smile and took off. 

"Hey, I don't need you to p-" 

"I've been a dick, man. I'll pay for your drink. It's fine." He glared at me still, but it was his playful kind of glare. He pouted a little. 

"Fine." 

We got our drinks, and bullshitted about a lot of things. School, jobs, parents, Reach. Then we came back to the subject of girls, which Kevin's always been evasive with. I never pushed it, and he was happy to talk about my love life. Just not his. 

"Why don't you go for the waitress? You can be charming when you need to be." 

"Yeah, I don't know if she's my type." 

"Not your type? I thought you wanted to get laid. Seems like you can't afford to be picky, Jim." 

I sighed. Maybe I was just nervous. More than I was used to being. 

"I need another drink." 

And so we had a few more. 

"Why don't you have a girlfriend, Kevin?" The barlight casted a red-purple neon glow on the table, but I could see his expression. He hesitated. 

"I'm not judging you man, I just wanna know. Nerves? Holding out for that one girl?" 

"You could...say that I guess. Both." 

"Well, how do you know if you don't go out and try to find her?" 

He was silent. I finished my fifth Turkey on the rocks, savoring the taste. 

"Because I like guys." 

I looked at him, wide-eyed. 

"Oh. Wow. Uh..." 

"Guess that answers the question, right?" He looked down at the table. 

"Yeah." 

"This isn't gonna make things weird is it?" 

"I wouldn't think so. I have no problem with you being gay." I didn't. Why should I give a shit? Still my best friend, y'know? 

"Well, I'm not exactly gay either..." 

"What?" 

"It's hard to explain..." 

"Hey man, I've got time." 

"Don't you have class tomorrow?" 

I sighed. I did have class. But I didn't care. I needed a break. And it sounded like Kevin needed to talk, so... 

"It'll be fine dude. Let's talk." He looked away, unsure. He blew some hair out of his face. 

"You wanna get outta here?" I figured he wouldn't want anyone overhearing. Figured he'd feel safer back at our place. 

He nodded, with a small smile. So I paid our tab, and we left. Once again, the ride was silent, though not uncomfortably so. 

We arrived back at our room after the cold walk, and I sat on my bed. He sat next to me. It was probably closer than I would normally be comfortable with, but Wild Turkey is a hell of a drink, and I was chill with it. 

"So, what did you want to know." His big brown eyes looked into mine. 

"You said you liked men, but you weren't gay. Not sure I understand." 

Kevin sighed, and he crossed his legs. He frowned, looking around, as if the will to speak was somewhere in the room. 

"You can tell me, Kevin. You know I'm cool with just about anything, and I listen." 

"You do, don't you?" He smoothed some of his hair behind his ear, in a feminine gesture. I flinched. When I saw him there, legs crossed, brushing hair behind his ear, frowning, I saw someone vulnerable. It made me want to help. It also made me see Kevin differently. He looked almost...like a girl. I shook my head. A girl? What the fuck was I talking about? 

"I've always felt different, Jim. Like, I don't belong in this body." His voice was quiet, softer than usual. I snapped out of my confusion. I had to tread lightly; I didn't want to upset him. 

"What's wrong with your body, Kevin?" I reached out, and placed a hand on his. He flinched then, and looked at me, with his big, brown eyes, surprised. 

"I feel like...I'm not a guy, Jim." He looked away from me. 

"What do you mean? You are a guy." 

"No, I feel like I'm a woman. In a man's body." 

I looked away then, realizing finally what he meant. I had heard of people like him before. I didn't know how to react. 

"You still OK with me now? A room transfer isn't that big of a deal, I'd understand Jim." 

I didn't care. I cared about him too much. And now he needed support more than ever. If I rejected him after hearing his secret, it'd tear him apart. 

I held his hand tighter, giving it a squeeze. It was all I could think of. 

"No, Kevin. It's cool with me. I'm not sure I understand, but you're my best friend, and I don't just get rid of people because they're different." 

Kevin smiled then, squeezing my hand back. 

"Thanks. I've never told anyone. Not even my parents." 

"Good thing I'm such a great guy, then, right?" 

He beamed a smile then. His eyes trailed down my arm, to our clasped hands. My eyes followed, and I soon realized how tightly I was holding his. I gently released it, and cleared my throat. 

"Sorry about that." I rubbed the back of my neck, more than a little bashful. 

Kevin scooted closer to me, and spoke in a hushed tone, "You know, I've always had a thing for you, Jim." 

I froze. What did he say? I couldn't look at him. 

"One secret too many?" 

I looked up at him, and he looked strange. There was definitely fear in his eyes. But also a confidence. No, hopefulness. 

"I..." What could I say? 'Fuck you Kevin, you queer?' That's not even what I wanted to say. I didn't know what I wanted. He was vulnerable, and I wanted to help him. Make him feel better. And even more distressing...I didn't want to say no. I didn't have the kneejerk reaction I expected. Maybe I liked him too. 

Before I could get much further, Kevin grabbed my hand and moved into me. He placed his lips on mine, and chills went up my spine. I froze, my eyes wide, but he held his ground. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting. I couldn't resist for long, and with a groan of approval, I leaned into him, kissing him back. 

His arms threw themselves around my neck, pulling me harder against him, and I went nuts, unable to control myself. My hands grasped at his small, taut waist line. He purred a little against me. As our lips pressed and slid against each other, I felt a stirring between my legs. I was getting hard, and I didn't care that I was kissing another guy. 

Kevin took it up another notch, his tongue delightfully invading my mouth to play with my own. A flash of heat ran through my body, and I grabbed at him, holding him closely.

Then, as suddenly as he started it, he withdrew, and leaned back. I still held him against me, and he looked down at my arms, smirking a little. 

"Wow." I said, almost breathless. 

"Wow indeed. You're a great kisser." His brown eyes brimmed with mischief, his arms still around me. 

"You're pretty good too...uh..." 

"Uh what?" 

"So what...do we do now?" I searched his eyes. 

"We keep going, if you like." He gave a short giggle, tempting me with his eyes. 

"I...wouldn't mind that at all, actually." 

"You sure? I still have a guy's body..." 

"I'm willing to experiment." 

Kevin grinned then, and he gave me a quick kiss before sliding his arms off my shoulders. He wriggled in my arms, trying to get out of them. I reluctantly released him, and smiled as he ran about the room, checking his dresser for something. 

"What're you looking for?" I leaned back on my arms, watching with amusement. 

"Several things, all of which are surprises." 

After a few moments, he bundled some things up and walked up to me. He stole a quick kiss, giggled, and headed off to the bathroom. "I'll be quick! Promise!" 

I licked my lips, and leaned forward. My hand reached down to adjust my pants. I was getting stiff, and it was uncomfortable with it in more ways than one. I could never have seen this coming. I had just made out with another guy, and enjoyed it! Not to mention...I maybe be close to sleeping with him too. 

I sat, these thoughts and more racing through my head, until Kevin came back in. He sauntered into the room, his hips swaying a bit. 

"You just needed to go to the bathroom? I thought you had a surprise." It was then I noticed he was wearing a little bit of lipstick. 

"I do." His voice was a little higher now, and he began undoing his pants. Beneath, he wore a pair of black, lacy panties. He tugged his pants down with this thumbs, bending over. He stepped out of them, his legs soft and shaven smooth. I couldn't believe how sexy they were. A little bulge lay beneath the cute black underwear. 

His put his hands on his hips, and sauntered up to me, with a sexy little walk, his brown eyes glinting with devious intent. 

"And you can call me Kelly, big guy."



Kelly Ch. 01



"Whom," I corrected.

"What?" she asked.

"Never mind. Let's see if I can get us home safely after a statement like that."

She moved over to the center of the bench seat, and fastened her seatbelt carefully. "Drive slowly. My Number 9 Pokket is sitting pretty heavy," she said. And she burped! "Sorry!" she said, embarrassed.

I let out a belch in return. "The one thing you'll never be better at than me is belching."

"Oh, really?" she said, "I take that as a challenge!"

All the way home, she practiced. I coached her on belch breath control and pitch control. And then I couldn't help laughing at the sight of the woman of my dreams letting out belch after belch. She laughed with me, and the world was bright, even though the sun had set.

At home, she led me to the chair again. "Sit," she commanded. I did, and she sat on my lap with her back to me, snuggling her wonderful butt into my crotch. "I have to let food settle for a few minutes." She leaned back and raised her hand over her head to the back of my neck. "Snuggle with me here."

I put one hand on her exposed tummy, and just let it sit there. "You have the best tummy in the world."

"Thank you, sir. Do you mean it?"

"I can't say that I have a lot of experience feeling tummies, but I have looked at many, and after all those tummies, yours is declared the winner." My other arm cradled her side, and gently held her thigh.

"Thank you sir, it is a privilege to have my tummy on your tummy," she laughed.

"May I kiss your neck, Kelly?"

"Please."

I moved her hair aside and started kissing her neck. She purred and leaned into my lips. I kissed under her jaw line, down her neck, her shoulder blades, every part I could reach. She was smiling, her eyes shut. She put her hands on my hand on her tummy. We spent a long time as I just kept on kissing her neck, she just taking it in.

"Mmmm. Do you mind that I'm just taking and not giving?" she asked.

"No, Kelly, I want to be able to give to you without you thinking I need anything back."

"Oh, believe me, sir knight, I plan on reciprocity," she said challengingly, then she just settled back, "But maybe not right now."

"That's fine," I said, "Because kissing you like this makes me very happy."

I kissed her some more. Then, she took my wrist of the hand on her thigh, and raised my hand to her breast. I gently cupped it, and felt her nipple harden. She had worn no bra.

"Ummm, that feels good," she purred.

I worked my hand under her tank top and felt her naked breast under me. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger and she rubbed her ass back against me. She had a sharp intake of breath.

"Oh, that's good," she breathed. I caressed her for a long time. I'm sure she could feel my erection pressing against her ass. I sure know that I could feel her ass against my hard-on.

Then, she took my hand on her belly and moved it down to the top of her low-slung jeans. It was an easy thing to slide my hand down them. She wore no panties. I felt a little strip of pubic hair. She arched just a little, and my hand rounded her mons and I was cupping her pussy. I could feel her lips. They were very wet.

"Oh!" she cried, "I've never let anyone feel me there!"

"Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare!" She unsnapped her jeans and dropped the zipper. My hand could move lower, my fingers at her entrance. I began to gently caress her pussy lips.

"Press harder!" she breathed.

I did, pressing just a little harder, rubbing a little more urgently. My other hand pinched her nipple. My thumb found her nub, and I gently circled it. Suddenly, she arched her back and moaned, covering my hands with hers, pulling my hands tighter to her pussy and breast. After her climax, she relaxed and settled back down on my lap.

"That was incredible," she said, turning her face to look at mine. "And we've barely started!"

I smiled, and kissed her neck. She let go of my hands and wiggled out of her jeans, then, leaning forward, she pulled off her tank top. My dream woman now sat on me nude.

"I'm not going to be the only one naked in this house!" she said, turning over to straddle me again. 

The perfect body, inches away, completely naked! She pulled my T-shirt over my head, unsnapped and unzipped my jeans. Then, wiggling backwards, she pulled them down. I obliged by arching up so that she could get them off my ass. Once they were at my knees, she put her arms behind her (making those beautiful little breasts stick out), and worked them down my calves.

"The rest is up to you," She said, "I have more important things to attend to." She was staring at the huge bulge in my briefs, with the engorged head of my cock peeking out above. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I own a 9" cock when fully erect. It has been the subject of laughter in the locker room showers. 

Kelly looked at it. "It's huge! May I touch it?" she asked.

"Please."

She gently put her hand on the cotton, feeling the length and shape of it. She moved her hand and felt my balls, ever so gently. Then, she moved her hand up and lightly touched my glans. I moaned.

"Oooh," she cooed, "You're in tough shape."

"I feel like this erection has been there for the four years I've been watching you."

"Have you felt this way about me for four years?" she asked, amazed.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've fantasized about sex with you?" I said.

"Were you masturbating?" she giggled.

"Not every time, but not for lack of wanting to," I said.

"You mean you beat off thinking about me?" She asked, now completely amused.

"I promised to be truthful: yes, many many times," I said.

"Well, time to change that. Now you can have real sex with the real thing!" With that, she leaned forward and kissed me. It was a nice, long kiss. But then I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away so I could look at her. She looked startled.

"Kelly, I won't have sex with you. That's not what I want."

Tears brimmed. "What do you want? I thought you wanted sex with me?" Tears streamed.

I wiped the tears with my thumbs and looked at her deeply. "Not sex, Kelly. I want to make love to you. I want to give myself to you fully, and completely. I don't want our outsides to have sex, I want our hearts to make love. Do you understand the difference?"

Now the tears really came. "Oh, yes, yes I do understand. I've fallen for you, too, you know. You sweet man."

She turned around and snuggled her ass into my belly, burying my long, stiff cock between her ass cheeks. She pulled my hands back to her breast and pussy, and I resumed my caresses. She moaned and wriggled. I gently inserted a finger into her, she pressed against my hand to move me in deeper. I added a second finger, and began moving them in and out in a slow, gentle rhythm. She picked up the rhythm and gently moved her hips in response. She arched up enough to grab my cock and bring it forward, so that it rode along her pussy. I moved my hand away and looked down. I could see my head sticking out in front of her. I could feel her wet lips along the top of my shaft. She moved back and forward along my length, letting out a little mewling sound with every stroke. I couldn't believe how good it felt. 

"Good thing I have raging hormones," she said.

"Why?"

"My first time and there's nothing to break, I took care of that long ago myself." She giggled. "But you're so big, I don't know how I'll get you in!"

"Take it slow, or you don't have to do it at all," I said, "this feels pretty good to me as it is."

She had not lost a stroke during that exchange, still rubbing me with her pussy lips. Then, she moved a little farther forward on a stroke, pressed her fingers against the bottom of my cock, and I slipped inside on the backward stroke, entering her three or four inches. She was so wet and tight, and it was wonderful to feel myself penetrating her hot pussy.

"Oh my God!" cried Kelly, "That's incredible!"

She slid forward, and then slid back farther. More of my cock disappeared into her. Forward, and back, forward and back, and then she was completely impaled; my entire length inside her. I could feel her wet pussy walls along my entire length. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She sobbed.

"What's wrong!?" I asked, scared that I'd hurt her.

"You jerk! I never thought my first time would be like this. I never thought it would be with someone I loved. I never thought it would feel this beautiful! Oh! I'm completely filled up! It's luscious!" Her rocking became more intense. I rocked in return, but frankly, she had me pinned and there was little I needed to do. I put my arms around her and cupped her breasts. She ground her ass back into my belly to fill herself up with my cock. We rocked and I pinched her nipples. She gasped, and her breathing came harder and more ragged.

"Kelly, we're unprotected!" I said, wondering what I was supposed to do.

"I'm on the pill for cramps and irregular periods," she said, "So no worries, mate."

"Mate seems to be the operative word," I said.

She laughed and ground my cock even deeper inside of her. "Cum with me!" She breathed.

"But I want it to last!"

"Not this time. I need to cum and I want you to cum with me!"

"I'm so close. Just tell me when!"

"Now! Now! Fill me up now! I love you!"

With that, she arched, and I arched with her, spewing load after load of my cum deep inside her womb. We cried out together and bucked like crazy. Now I was pumping my cock in and out while she arched above me. It was a full-body orgasm. It was nature, and it was emotion. I gave her every bit of my love, becoming one with her body and her soul. My cock kept spasming and spasming. My hands cupped her breasts, hers cupped her pussy and fingers touched the base of my cock. We finally relaxed and slumped into the chair. We were breathless.

"That was incredible," I said softly.

"Yes, it was," she replied, ever so softly. The tears still came.

"Did you mean what you said?" I asked.

"About what?" she asked in turn.

"About loving me," I said.

"Yes," she said simply, "I know we've only just gotten to know each other, and we have moved awfully fast. But it just seems so right to me."

"Please don't lie to me. Please don't say things you don't mean!"

"What's wrong?" she asked, alarmed at my urgency.

"It's really hard for me to trust, and it's really hard for me to open up. My family's kind of a mess, and that makes it hard for me to be close to anyone. But I'm trying with you Kelly, I'm trying so hard. And, Kelly, please don't call me a jerk. I don't want to be like the other guys.

There was a long pause. "Ah," she said, in realization, "You're taking a risk."

"A huge risk, especially the way I'm finding that I feel about you."

"I'm holding your heart, aren't I?" she asked softly.

"Yes."

"I won't drop it. I won't hurt it. I'll try to care for it as sweetly as I hope you'll care for mine. "

"Same here. See, Kelly, I love you, too."

"I've been waiting for someone who'd this I was more than just a piece of ass. Who would try to get to know me and like me for who I am. I'm not interested in just sex. That's why all those other guys were jerks. But now that I've made love with someone I care about, I love it. I love how it feels, I love how I feel, and I love trying to make you feel the way I do. I like taking, but I love giving to you. I'm giving you my heart when I give you my body, and the more of my body you take, the more of my heart will come with it. Justin, I never, ever thought I'd find myself here like this after one day with somebody, but it feels right, I love it, and I love you." She snuggled into me.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and there we were, in a chair, my still-hard cock buried deep inside the woman I was falling in love with. We did what any teenagers would do. We dozed off.

It was late when we awoke. "I have to go!" I exclaimed.

"Can't you stay just a little while?" Kelly asked sweetly. And how could I refuse? There was a beautiful woman sitting on top of me naked. She stood up and turned to me, taking my hand.

"Come to my bed."

We went up to her room. It was wildly feminine, with stuffed animals, pink, and lace everywhere. I felt out of place. A brass double bed with lots of pillows.

Kelly lay on her back, and spread her legs. "Come to me," she whispered.

Wasting no time, I crawled into position between her knees, my cock, fully hard, at her entrance. Her hand took me and placed my head between her pussy lips. "Come inside me," she whispered in my ear.

I moved forward and sank my cock into her deeply, going in all the way with one long, slow stroke. I was buried to the hilt. I lay upon her and felt all the contours of her body against me. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Get up a little on your elbows and knees," she said. I moved to rise up a little. When I did, she started to move, spreading her legs wider so that the only parts of our bodies touching were our genitals. She rocked and rocked, stroking my cock with her pussy walls, in and out, in and out. She was doing all the work. "This is what I mean when I say that I want to give to you," she said. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I couldn't believe that she was doing this. 

"That's so good!" she exclaimed, and her rhythm increased. Now she was rocking with a reckless abandon, fucking our mutual lights out. Her breath became ragged. She reached up and kissed me, hard, her tongue penetrating deep into my mouth. She kept kissing me, and started moaning, thrusting against me even harder. But she didn't stop kissing. Lips mashed, tongues tied. 

Then she let loose of my lips, spread her arms on the bed and arched her back, screaming and thrashing her head from side to side. That was all I could take, and I pumped more of my seed into her, trying to jam my prick as far into her as I could to spurt. It was another full-body explosion. More than just hormones.

After a while, we settled a bit. "That was even better than before!" she said, still breathless.

"You did all the work!" I responded.

"I told you there would be reciprocity!" she smiled.

"Oh, you mean for this?" I said as I began kissing her neck.

"Umm, yes," she cooed.

I kept on kissing her. I had nothing better that I could imagine doing at that time. She wrapped her legs around my back, my cock still deep inside and hard, and just lay there, taking my kisses, holding me close with legs and arms, and smiling. I didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop. Her taste was so wonderful.

Finally, I looked at the clock. "I should go."

"No, please, don't leave me alone," she pleaded, "to have found something so wonderful and have it end so quickly, it's not fair."

The really good thing about being 18 is that recovery time is almost nonexistent. I felt myself getting hard, still inside her. She felt it too, and started moving ever so slightly. "See?" she smiled, "I knew I could convince him, if not you."

"I think you like him more than me!" I ventured.

She stopped moving and looked at me with a flash of anger. "No! Never! I am learning that I love him and what you do to me with him. But I love you! The inside you. The romantic, sweet man."

"Thank you. I needed to hear that." 

"It's true," she said affirmatively. But then she paused. "But while I have both of you where I want you, we might as well make the best of it!" With that, she started to move again, ever so gently.

"Men's choice this time!" I said.

"How do you want me?" she breathed.

"On your knees before me, wench!" I cried in mock anger.

"Oh yes, brave knight!" she said meekly.

I pulled out, and she turned over to kneel in front of me on the bed. I had the perfect view of the perfect ass. It then narrowed to her waist, and there was the whole expanse of her smooth back. I drank in the view. I moved behind her, on my knees. She spread her legs enough for me to get between them. I wondered about our difference in height. It turned out not to matter very much.

"You're so beautiful!"

"Stop talking!"

"Yes, ma'm!"

I took my member and placed it against her opening. I moved forward and buried myself to the hilt one more time. I pulled back until only my head was inside her. Then I sank in all the way again. I began a slow tempo of pumping in and out of her wonderful cunt. I couldn't believe how great it felt from behind. Different, but the same, a wholly different excitement.

"I think you have to fuck me hard," she said.

"Now, now, what naughty language is that?" I remonstrated.

"Just fuck me hard! OK! OK! I need to have you love me hard!"

"Whatever pleases my lady."

"It would please me very much!"

With that, I began ramming her in earnest, grabbing her hips and moving her back to impale her on my huge cock as I rammed forward to put it as deep inside her as I possibly could on each stroke. I pumped and pumped. It was animalistic. It was hard-core fucking. She moaned and screamed and I moaned and grunted. We went on for what seemed like hours, me pumping away into her from behind. Looking down to see my cock sliding in and out near the ass of my dreams, into the pussy of all my fantasies, making fierce love with the woman I loved.

"Wait! Wait!" she said.

"What?" I asked, stopping to catch my breath.

"Please finish on top of me?" she pleaded.

"Whatever pleases my lady."

We disengaged and she turned over onto her back, spreading her legs wide to receive me. The sight of such a beautiful woman opening herself totally to me is one I will never forget, as it touched me to the core. This time, tears streaked down my cheeks. 

"What's wrong?" she said, suddenly concerned.

"What's wrong? The woman I love, the most beautiful woman on the planet inside and out, is underneath me with her legs spread wide, waiting for me to make love to her, which I have already done two and a half times today. I have fallen so much in love I can hardly breathe. The pain in my stomach, the ache, just wanting to be near you, be with you, is something I know I'll always feel. And you ask what's wrong?"

With that, I plunged inside her and laughed and cried. She wrapped arms and legs around me and laughed, too, tears streaming down her cheeks, and together we rocked and rocked as we made love again (or was it still?). We locked lips and tongues and kissed while we rocked. Our breathing getting more ragged as we got more and more excited, our parts rubbing together, our bodies pressing, her poking my chest with erect nipples, my holding my chest just so above her so that the tips of her nipples would rub against me, further exciting them. I pushed up on my arms and looked down. Beneath me, the perfect body moved in graceful unison to my thrusts. I looked down further and watched my cock sink in and out of her pussy, her juices glistening on my shaft.

Our movements weren't frantic now. They were slower, fuller, and more purposeful. This was lovemaking. I would pull out all the way momentarily, and then thrust back in to the hilt. She would moan and thrust against me as I penetrated. Out and in, out and in. Then, it was time. I could feel another load of sperm boiling in my balls.

"I'm going to cum!" I said.

"Yes, yes, me too! Cum with me!" she cried.

It took a while, because I wanted to savor every millimeter's travel of my sperm up my cock. I continued to pump away, almost chanting "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" The tempo of my chant increasing with the tempo of my thrusting as I came closer to the boiling point.

"Here it comes!" I yelled at last.

"Yes, now!" she cried.

Once again, we merged in mutual orgasm. I buried myself in her and unleashed my seed once again. She groaned and grabbed my ass, pulling me even deeper as she received my gift. Our lips pressed in a deep kiss as I emptied myself, hugging her close with arms around her shoulders.




Kelly Ch. 01



I collapsed on top of her, completely spent. "That was the best yet!" I ventured.

"Yes, my love, it just keeps getting better!" she smiled.

"Do you think it will go on this way?" I wondered.

"Give me half a chance, and it will last a lifetime." She said softly, lovingly.

"What would you do with a whole chance?" I asked with a smile.

"Today is a good day to die," she said, just as lovingly.

I enjoyed writing with these characters very much. Part 2 is underway. Let me know what you think of this, and thanks for reading! 



Kelly Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Supper

You might want to read "Kelly," the first part of this series, before reading this. It's not necessary, though. As before, it's all fiction.

Saturday morning. I awoke early, as I always do. Later, the fuzz of sleep hadn't completely evaporated when the phone rang. I recognized her voice.

"Justin?"

"Kelly?"

"Hi."

"Wow, I had the best dream last night."

"What was it?"

"I dreamt I spent the evening with you."

"You did? What happened?"

"A lot. Mostly I fell in love."

"Oh, Justin! I had the same exact dream!"

"You did?"

"Yes! It was wonderful. I fell in love with you, too"

"Kelly, did it really happen, or was it just a dream?"

"I hope it really happened, because I'm awfully happy this morning."

"Me, too."

"Can you come over tonight? I'll cook you dinner."

"Sounds great. What time?"

"Please be here at five," There was a note of pleading in her voice.

"No sooner?" I whined.

"No, five's as early as I can be ready."

"What can I bring?"

"Your toothbrush. Can you stay all night? My folks are gone until tomorrow night."

"Wow. I'll figure out a way. What am I supposed to do between now and five?"

"Try fantasizing, and planning what we'll do tomorrow."

"How 'bout the beach?"

"Will it be warm enough?"

"It will be warm enough to at least walk it."

"Sounds romantic."

"I hope so. See you at five, and I'll be on time."

"Good. I can't wait."

"I love you, Kelly."

"I love you, too."

A chance to spend an entire night with Kelly! More than all my dreams and fantasies come true! How would I ever survive the day? It was early morning, and she didn't want me there until five. It was going to be the longest day of my life. Might was well wash and wax the car, I thought. It was my responsibility to do that – it was the deal I made with my dad to let me use it. A 1971 Olds Cutlass convertible. Burnt orange with black top and interior. A beautiful, wonderful car that got all of 15 miles per gallon, back in 1973 before the oil embargo when gas was cheap and nobody cared. Waxing was a labor of love, and since that's what I was feeling a lot of, might as well take advantage of a warm spring day.

At 4:58 I rang her doorbell, a dozen red roses in hand. Kelly answered the door, and once again my breath left me. Long brown hair, deep, large brown eyes, a beautiful smile, and a 5'2" racehorse body dressed only in a large white men's dress shirt. The shirttails came down almost to her knees. She had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The collar spread enough to show her neck and collarbones. It was unbuttoned a couple of buttons at the top, enough to display a little cleavage. Barefoot, with nice legs between shirt and ankles. She was, as previously mentioned, breathtaking. She looked at the flowers and her eyes brimmed.

"Justin, they're gorgeous! Thank you! They must have cost you a fortune!"

"Now, now, it's impolite for ladies to inquire about the cost of gifts," I wagged my finger at her, and then held out the flowers. "And you are worth any price, Kelly."

She took them and clutched them to her. "No one's ever given me flowers before. And red roses! I need to get them in water." She went up on tiptoes to kiss my cheek, and then turned and ran into the house. As a prank, I stayed on the front porch. Several minutes later, she called. I answered and she came running to the door. "What are you doing out there? Come in!"

"I haven't been invited," I said glumly.

"I promised I wouldn't call you a jerk, but you're on the edge!" she said in mock anger. "Oh! Hey! I had an idea. Come over here!" She grabbed my hand and led me to the stairs. She stood on one step and took my shoulders, positioning me in front of her. 

"See?" she said, looking up only slightly at me. "I'm taller!" On the step she was about 5'11" to my 6'6". Nice. With that, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. My arms encircled her slim waist. God! She felt good to hold!

"Mmm," I said, "Actually, I'm shorter."

"No, I'm taller."

"No, I'm shorter."

"I'm taller!"

"Look, Kelly, we've been studying Einstein's Relativity Theory in Physics, and I'm here to tell you that relative to you, I'm shorter. Of course, on the other hand relative to me, you are, in fact, taller."

"'I shall shut your mouth with a kiss,'" And she did. When she broke the kiss she said, "Remember that line from Shakespeare's 'Much Ado About Nothing'?"

"Shakespeare had all the good lines," I said, and kissed her again.

"Here," I said, "I have an idea, too." I led her to the middle of the floor, her hand in mine. I knelt before her. On my knees, we looked each other in the eye. We kissed. "See?" I said, "I'm shorter!"

"No, I'm taller!"

"My turn to shut your mouth with a kiss," which I did.

"Dinner will be ready in a half hour," she said, "Come talk to me in the kitchen while I get it ready."

"I like your outfit," I said.

She flapped the shirttail. "Thank you, sir. I wore it for someone special."

Watching her walk into the kitchen was like watching liquid metal flow. All sinuous curves and flowing, graceful motion. There, we chatted about our day. I told of washing and waxing the car. She had shopped and cooked and cleaned the house. Very domestic stuff.

"Salmon over leeks, asparagus, a Caesar salad. Chocolate cake for dessert," she listed the items on her fingers as she spoke them.

"Sounds wonderful. I'm drooling just thinking about it," I said.

"Do you drool when you think about me?"

"Absolutely," I admitted.

"Thank you. Another romantic thing you've said to me."

"Yeah, but you made me say it with your question," I countered.

"You mean you really don't like to say romantic things to me?" She asked with a smile.

"Now you're just baiting me. I don't recall saying romantic things anyway. I only remember telling you the truth."

She came to me and hugged my waist, "That earns a kiss." And I got a nice one, but she was craning her neck. "Ooh. Better on the stairs, or you kneeling. You are awfully tall," she said, massaging her neck. "Dinner's ready!"

It was delicious. She was quite a cook, too. We chatted throughout dinner about our favorite music, and gossiped about people at school. After dinner, I made a show of doing the dishes, including drying them, which I never do at home, where I leave them to dry in the sink. We had saved chocolate cake for later, feeling comfortably full.

"That was a fabulous dinner. My compliments and deepest thanks to the chef. And deep thanks to my delightful dinner companion. May I take you out for ice cream?" I asked.

"What about my cake?" she demanded.

"We can have that later. There can never be too many desserts. But I'm restless and I want to show off my clean car."

"OK, but first things first. Come over to the stairs." She took my hand and led me to the stairs. We kissed a long, deep kiss. Then, she wrapped a leg around my waist, held my neck with her arms, hoisted herself up and wrapped her other leg around me. I reached down and put my hands under the shirttail to hold her up, and found myself holding bare ass cheeks. No panties. She giggled and kissed me again. "I've been thinking about this all day. We have business to take care of before ice cream," she said, looking deep into my eyes.

"Hold on tight so I can free my hands." She clamped her legs. I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her shirt, and put my hands inside on her bare waist. The shirt spread to reveal her perfect body, nipples already aroused and erect. I just stared. "You are so beautiful."

"Kiss my body," she breathed. I put her down on the stairs.

I knelt one step below her and took both breasts in my hands, and kissed one and then the other, sucked one nipple and then the other, paying equal attention to both. I licked down her belly and kissed her pubic hair. Her breathing increased in tempo and she held the back of my head to her as I kissed her body. 

"Get your pants off!" she begged. I immediately dropped my jeans and briefs and returned to kissing her. I worked my way south to her thighs. She tasted so sweet. "Stand up and kiss my lips!" she commanded urgently.

I stood and kissed her. As I did, she climbed up on me again, wrapping her legs around my waist. My erection, standing tall, was almost at her entrance. My hands held her beautiful, taut ass cheeks. She took one hand and used it to place my cock at her entrance, and then slowly she let herself down, impaling her pussy on my throbbing dick. The feeling of her moist, warm walls engulfing me was incredible. She bottomed out, and my entire nine inches was deep inside her. I cradled her buttocks in both hands.

"I've been wanting this all day!" she cried. "I missed you so much! Make love to me!" With that, she started to move back and forth, rubbing my dick in and out of her wetness. For my part, I used my hands on her ass to lift and let her down, stroking my cock by moving her whole body. I finally discovered that she was perfect short: it was easier to maneuver her. I stopped for a moment.

"I knew you were perfect!" I said.

"I am not," she countered, "I'm short. You said so yourself."

"Yes, but do you think I could do this with you if you were any taller and bigger? I don't think so. You're just the perfect size!"

"Stop talking and start loving! I need you so badly!"

So I did. I lifted her up and down on my cock. She clung to me tightly and I could feel every curve against me. It felt to good. It was getting a bit tiring to balance standing up, so I turned and pinned her to the wall, and leaned in to where I could easily maintain my thrusting rhythm. Her moans told me she liked it. She clung to me tightly with arms and legs, countering my thrust with wonderful movements of her hips. That lovely motion from her walk seemed to easily translate into her lovemaking, all smooth and fluid and incredibly sexy. We moved together as one being. Her legs felt so good wrapped around me, her arms tight around my neck, her lips and tongue pressed to mine. My huge cock plunged in and out of her sweet pussy, now slick with her excitement. I gripped her cheeks as hard as I could while I pounded her. I had never even imagined fucking standing up. It was wonderful beyond belief. Then, it was all about giving to her. Love welled up.

"Oh, Kelly! I love you! I love you so much! I want to make you happy! I want to love your socks off! Cum for me! Cum for me!"

"Oh, Justin!" she gasped as she came, clamping her legs even tighter. We slowed our movements, but only for a moment. Then I resumed a faster pace.

It didn't take long before I could feel my cum rising up. With one last thrust I plunged as deeply into her as I could and spurt my load. She screamed and pumped against me, clamping her legs tight, feeling the spasms of my cock and my hot seed inside her. After a few minutes, I turned and sat on the stairs, Kelly still impaled upon me. She snuggled in and purred contentedly. We rested for a while.

"Ice cream?" she asked, looking at me.

"Sure, but I suggest we put on some clothes."

"Spoilsport."

"It wasn't quite the way I wanted to go public."

"Go public?" she asked.

"Over ice cream I want to talk about how we let the world know about us," I said.

"Oh, yeah. Good idea!" Kelly got up off me. "Let me get cleaned up and dressed."

She returned a few minutes later in hot pants and a tube top. The hot pants were low-slung hip-huggers, with the short tube top, she revealed her perfect tummy and the curves of her waist as they flared to her slim hips. I was so happy for the fashions of 1973. She once again made me have to consciously remember to breathe.

"You're so beautiful," I said earnestly. She smiled, took my hand, and led me out to the car. I opened the door for her. She thanked me and we drove away.

The local place for good ice cream was Dipper Dan's, where they made it on-site with 18 percent butterfat, in about 25 flavors. Kelly got a double-dip cherry in a sugar cone. I got a dish of chocolate-chocolate chip. We sat on a bench outside on the warm spring night.

"I'm going to have to tell my friends about us," I said.

"Sounds like a sentence. Is it really so bad?" she said with mock gravity.

"Not at all. But I'm likely to get teased a lot. And there's a lot I don't want to tell them that they'll try to pry out of me."

"Like what?"

"Have we had sex. How much sex. How good was it. All the locker room things that guys ask each other."

"What will you tell them?"

"Only that we're going out and I really care about you. That's all they're entitled to know."

"You're not going to tell them about sex?"

"Nah. I figured I'd just show them the pictures!"

She almost threw her ice cream at me, but we both laughed richly. "No, Kelly. Our lovemaking is between you and me. It's too special to share with anyone. It feels like that would cheapen it."

She looked at me steadily for a minute, licking her ice cream cone. "You are a man of constant surprises, sir knight."


"Why?"

"Because jerks tell all."

"I'm trying very hard not to be a jerk."

"You're doing very well, my love." She smiled. Then, she took her ice cream cone and put her mouth over the top of it. Her cheeks compressed and she slowly pulled her mouth off, then moved it back down, and then pulled it off again. She took her tongue and circled the ice cream, and licked up and down the round dip. It was quite a show. She was giving exquisite head to her ice cream. I stared, and then looked around to see if anyone was watching.

"Kelly, what are you doing?" I asked incredulously.

"Practicing," she said simply, and then took her cone deep in her mouth again. This time when she lifted off, she let her lips pop. "There's something I need to talk to you about," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, so far we've gone pretty much straight to the main event. I want to know when we're going to spend time on foreplay." She grinned a wicked grin and swallowed her cone again. The ice cream was taking a long, thin shape.

"My sweet girl," I said quietly, "Anytime you want, for as long as you want, anything you want. I am at your command, eager to serve." I rested my hand on her knee.

"That sounds very nice, sir knight. I'm almost done. Can we go?"

"Sure. Just don't dribble any ice cream in my clean car."

"If I do, I'll lick it up," She said, heavily emphasizing the word "lick."

"Is there anything else you want to lick?" I asked wickedly.

"Just wait, sir knight," she replied, equally wicked.

We drove back to her place as fast as I could and still be safe. Kelly sat beside me on the bench seat, her hand resting on my right leg. I kept both hands on the wheel, resisting the temptation to put an arm around her.

Back at her house, we raced into the living room. Plopping on the sofa, we immediately embraced in a deep kiss. We kissed and kissed, and slowly I worked my hand to her breast, feeling it through her tube top. It was an easy thing to pull the top down and expose her lovely tits. I moved down, kissing her neck, collar bones, and chest as I closed in on her breasts and nipples. She moaned and squirmed underneath me, moving her legs so she could wrap them around me. I spent a long time kissing her breasts and fondling her nipples. She liked to have them squeezed, and it was an incredible turn-on to pinch her nipples and make her gasp with pleasure. It was just as wonderful to tickle her nipples with my tongue, and then take as much of her breast in my mouth as I could and suck, flicking my tongue on her nipple as I did. I took her tube top and raised it over her head, she extended her arms and it was off and out of the way. I resumed my attention to her breasts. But I had a new target.

Slowly I moved lower, kissing her chest, diaphragm, and moving on to her tummy. I spent a lot of time kissing her navel, which was a delightful little thing. I ran my hands up and down her sides, up to her breasts and down her hips. Kelly was breathing heavily. She knew what I had in mind.

"Take them off," she gasped. "Off! Now!"

I unsnapped her hot pants and lowered the zipper. She had cute little flowered panties on. I resisted the temptation to joke about them, choosing instead to pull them off at the same time as I pulled off her hot pants. She was naked under me, and again I drank in the sight of such perfection.

"What are you going to do?" she breathed.

"Do you want me to tell you?" I asked.

"Yes! Tell me!"

"First, I'm going to resume kissing your tummy and belly button, because I like to do that very much. Then, I'm going to slowly work my way down and kiss your fur. Then, I'll spread your legs and spend a long time kissing your inner thighs. And then, but only if you're a good girl, I will kiss your lips and lick you until you cum in my face. And after that, I'll keep eating your pussy until you orgasm again and again and beg me for mercy."

"Oh, please start!" she cried.

I did as promised. First, the tummy, that delicious, taut, flat tummy. I kissed all over, including the sides where it curved like the proverbial hourglass. I tongued her navel and she giggled and shivered. I used just the tip of my tongue to draw a line down her stomach to her little patch of trimmed fur, which I kissed and smelled, enjoying for the first time the smell of her musk. It was intoxicating. I spent a long time just there: kissing and feeling her fur on my cheek. Then, I got up and spread her legs with my hands, holding them behind her knees. I positioned myself lower and ran my tongue up her thigh. She quivered and sighed. I ran it up the other thigh, and she shivered again. I kissed all around her snatch: on her thighs, on top of her legs, her fur. I teased her, and she knew it.

"Oh darn you! Do it! Kiss me!"

"What did you say?" I said teasingly.

"Kiss my pussy! Eat me!"

"Such nasty words from such a pretty girl," I said, "But as I have said before, whatever pleases my lady!"

And with that, I put my mouth and tongue squarely and firmly on her pussy lips. She cried out, put her legs around my head and over my shoulders, and pulled me by the hair to her. I stuck my tongue between her lips and tasted her warm juices. I stuck it in as far as I could, then brought it out, and stuck it in, and brought it out. I made love to her pussy with my tongue, and it wasn't long before she arched her back and clamped her legs around my head hard, sighing in orgasm. But I wasn't done. I moved a little and tongued her nub of a clit. She gasped and arched, and then pulled me to it with her hands behind my head. I tongued and licked it and sucked it until again she arched her back and clamped her legs in another orgasm. 

"Please stop! I can't take any more!" she gasped.

"Are you sure? I love your taste, and I could do this forever!"

"Yes, please stop. I can't take any more!"

"Beg for mercy!"

"Mercy! Mercy! Please, sir knight, no more!"

I laughed and moved up and kissed her deeply. She could taste her juices on my tongue, and she kissed me ravenously, voraciously. We kissed for a long time. Her arms clung to my neck. Mine caressed her naked back. Her legs wrapped around my jeans and held me tight.

"You're suffering, I'll bet," she said, moving her hips and rubbing my erection with her pussy through my pants.

"Suffering is a pretty good choice of words," I replied truthfully, my balls being painfully blue.

She smiled, "Time for reciprocity!" With that, she rolled us off the sofa onto the floor, landing on top of me and knocking me even more breathless. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and worked them and my briefs down my legs and off. She bade me remove my shirt, which I pulled over my head. We were both naked.

"Now," she wondered, finger on chin, "What flavor ice cream should I imagine you to be?" We laughed, and she gently took my huge cock in her small hands, kneeling between my legs. Bending over, she slowly took the head into her mouth, and sucked. The feeling was incredible. I had never felt a girl's mouth on my cock before. She came off, and proceeded to lick the entire length of my shaft, from base to tip and back. She stopped and tickled that place just underneath the head with her tongue. I was in heaven. She took my head again, and tongued it while it was in her mouth. It was the most exquisite blowjob I could imagine. She slowly took more of my length, and then backed off to having just the tip between her lips. She swirled her tongue around my head. Then she took it in her mouth again. She took more, and came back to the tip. The slow stroking of my member with her lips was driving me wild. I moaned and tried not to think about spurting cum in her mouth. Then, she positioned herself a little higher and started moving her lips down my shaft. Further and further my cock disappeared into her mouth until – wonder of wonders – her nose touched my pubic hair. All nine inches were inside her throat. The feeling of her tongue along my shaft was wonderful, and too stimulating. She came up for air and panted.




Kelly Ch. 02



I was in shock. In the short span of a few minutes, my best friend Kevin had become Kelly. Kevin was a slender guy, with soft brown eyes, medium length brown hair which he swept down in typical emo/hipster fashion. Kelly was adorable. She was smoothly shaven beneath her clothes, wearing black lacy panties. 

She even had a semblance of curves. Beneath Kevin's baggy clothes, hidden, was a delicious figure. 

Kelly stood in front of me, beaming down at me. She shifted her weight onto one of her hips, and placed her hands at her sides. 

"So? How do I look?" I couldn't begin to describe. I could still see Kevin in there, but there was more. For me, there was a woman standing in front of me. She was a little boyish in figure, but she was smooth, curvaceous, and projected an aura of powerful femininity. My hands reached out, and gently touched Kelly's naked legs, feeling their warmth and smoothness. She beamed even wider down at me, noticeably leaning into my touch. Her rosy lips parted a little. 

"You look..." My eyes focused on the little bulge beneath her panties. I knew it was a penis. And I knew I didn't like guys. I was pretty sure, anyways. But I looked up to Kelly then, and our eyes locked. Maybe it was the fact that I had an opportunity to screw, and my brain was overriding my reason. Maybe I didn't want to hurt Kevin's...or Kelly's feelings. Maybe both. But I felt something when I looked into Kelly's eyes. Maybe sexuality is more complex than just "I like men" or "I like women." Maybe gender is more than just what body parts you do or don't have. 

Besides, I couldn't deny how hot Kelly was. And seeing as how...willing she was, a cock wasn't going to bother me much. She was woman enough for me. 

"You look amazing." I meant every word. 

And I think it hit her, because she flinched. She places her hands on my head, rubbing my ears and neck. 

"I think you really mean that..." Her eyelids lowered a bit, lovingly looking down at me as her soft fingers played with my hair. Goosebumps erupted across my body. 

"I do. I want you Kelly." My hands curled around to grasp her ass, taking each cheek in hand, spreading them and kneading them. God she was soft and warm. 

Kelly's hands, as if to reply, then left my head, and traveled down my chest to my lap. She found and began petting the stiffness beneath that had been pinned to my leg. 

"I can see." She smirked at me, and leaned in to kiss me. I happily met her. Her lips were delightful, and it made me even more stiff. My hips moved a bit against her. 

She broke our kiss to look down. She licked her lips. 

"Let's get you out of these, big guy." She kneeled then, at the edge of the bed, and began undoing my pants. I just leaned back, enjoying the sight. I was growing rather...enamored with Kelly already. And something else, a darker part of my mind, was delighting in the situation for different reasons. 

Don't guys love it when a girl wants their dick? Everyone wants to be desirable in some way. I love it when a girl wants me. Especially when she wants me so bad, she'll do the dirtiest things to get my cock inside her. Kelly clearly wanted my cock. And the fact that I brought Kelly out of Kevin gave me a perverse satisfaction. 

Kelly began tugging my pants down as I finished this thought, and my cock burst out as soon as it was able. Still, my boxers held it down a little. 

Kelly pouted a little and stuck her fingers under the waistband of my boxers, and pulled them off, quickly. And my hard member was finally free, standing triumphantly. Kelly licked her lips, and her hands moved in to gently caress it with her fingertips. I stiffened even more, and exhaled a breath of approval. 

"Wow..." Kelly was a bit wide-eyed, as her hands began running up and down my hot shaft. I moved a little in and out of her hands. 

"Wow is right...have you ever done this before?" Kelly shook her head. 

"Never even seen another guy's before, up close...I've wanted to, but I need someone I trust, y'know?" She looked up at me, a small, adoring look on her face. 

"Well, how is it?" 

"Its...great." With that, she leaned in, placing a kiss just underneath the head of my penis. I shuddered. She didn't stop. She placed kisses up and down my length, and soon, her tongue was running up and down. 

"Fuck!" I began throbbing within her hands. I threw my head back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. 

Then I felt what I had hoped for an entire month. Hot, soft wetness engulfed the head of my cock, and began moving down its thickness. I cried out. Kelly sucked, keeping her mouth tight. I looked down, to see her lips wrapped around my cock, and her slowly swallowing more of it, taking its time to tantalize me. I wanted to move, to begin fucking her mouth. To grab her face, begin bucking, and come in her throat. But I wanted to enjoy it. And I didn't want to fuck this up. 

Then she hummed. A delightful noise come through her throat, and into her mouth. It resonated against my rod. 

"Goddamnit!" She looked up to me, still humming, eyes knowing and mischievous. She went as far as she could down my length, with only an inch to spare. I was only average length. 

"You sure you've never done this before!?" I looked down at her. She slowly, tantalizingly, removed herself from around me. She licked her lips, shaking her head. 

"Nope, never! I just read a lot. And watch a lot of porn." 

"Brains and Beauty, huh?" 

She grinned, and stood. She climbed up onto the bed, straddling me, my wet, hard dick slicking against her butt as she settled against me. It was now I noticed that she was hard. A penis poked out of her panties, an inch and a half or so above the waistline. I couldn't help but think it was...adorable. 

I removed my shirt, and immediately, her hands moved in to run up and down my arms, shoulders, and chest. I wasn't in great shape. I had a layer of fat. So you couldn't see my musculature all that well. My abs were hidden. But I did have a little definition. Kelly's eyes devoured my form with lust twinkling in their depths. 

"You're so hot..." She began grinding against me, her butt teasing my cock, while her cock mashed against my belly. She let out a little, girly moan. Her pretty lips parted, and her eyes closed. I could only watch in wonder for a moment, but I knew I could do better. I leaned forward, kissing at her exposed neck. She purred, leaning her head against mine. 

"I need you...now..." She breathed. Her right hand reached behind her. She spit on her left, and it followed. She pulled aside her panties, and rubbed her spit onto my throbbing self. I only waited, now sucking on her ear. 

After a few moments, she moved my dick to her entrance, lifting her self up a bit. And she began sitting. She had already lubed herself up, though her hole still resisted. After a moment of pressure, I broke into her, and immediately plunged a couple inches into her ass. 

"Oh my god!" Kelly groaned past me, her hands quickly finding my arms. She clung to me as she pushed down, plunging my manhood into her warm depths. He nails dug into me. And I fucking loved it. 

After getting used to my length and thickness, Kelly didn't spare any time. She begin grinding against me, and despite the tight fit, the lube did well to allow it. My hands gripped her ass cheeks as she rode me, and I searched her lips out for a kiss. She wrapped her arms behind my neck and pulled me in for a rough, wet kiss. Her tongue found mine, and she moaned against me. Her thighs clamped against my sides as we really began fucking. Her hips gyrated as her ass bounced up and down on my rod. 

"Fuck...fuck!" She cried. I grinned, watching the spectacle, and begin bucking up into her. Hard. I leaned back on my arms for leverage, and my hips began crashing into hers with delightful wet slaps every time. Kelly's eyes went wide for a moment as she cried out again, and her arms and thighs clamped harder around me. She bit my ear as she groaned loudly with every thrust. 

Like every woman I fucked, I wanted to make her explode, to give in to overwhelming pleasure, before I blew. Seems I was doing pretty well... 

Kelly was mad with lust now, and her ass clamed roughly against my cock. Everything was hot and wet; we were sweating, fucking like complete animals. I bucked against her as she rocked me. Her own cock rubbed against my stomach roughly, lubed by the sweat between us. She exclaimed with every thrust into her butt. 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Her voice began to squeak out as she both ran out of breath and approached climax. 

I gritted my teeth, plowing into my woman. I wasn't gonna last long at this rate. But I succeeded, as Kelly did, indeed, explode into orgasm. There were no words, only girly exclamations of ecstasy. She convulsed on me, her arms flexing around my neck, her thighs pressing against my hips, and her lovely ass becoming amazingly tight. As she grunted and cried out, her little cock spewed onto my belly and chest a nice load of white cum. I could feel the pulses of her prostate against my manhood. 

I growled in pleasure, and I blew. My body stiffened and I gave one last, triumphant push against her soft butt before my cock began spewing its own strings of seed into her, coating her insides. Finally, the release I so lusted for. A month's worth of cum and lust spewed into my best friend's ass, breeding her. It was like getting rid of a demon, or lifting the world from my shoulders. Relief unlike any I had felt before. 

We panted together, with our sweat (and other bodily fluids) mingling. Kelly settle against me, relaxing, purring a little as we shared the afterglow of our mutual climax. After a long moment of silence, Kelly spoke.

"Fucking-A." 

"Fucking-A is right..." I returned. All of Kelly's weight was settled against my body, her form lazily draped against it. The arms which she had used to so powerfully cling to me were still loosely wrapped around my neck, though one of her arms dangled. 

"Guess you finally got laid, big guy." She lazily sat up, enough to face me. He butt pushed against me, and I shuddered. I was only just beginning to lose my hardness. She removed her arms from my neck, crossed them, and used them to prop herself up on my chest. She smiled slyly, her big brown eyes gazing at me mirthfully. She was beautiful. 

"Guess we also know what to do if I ever get to be an unbearable asshole." I smiled back up at her. 

"Mmm. I'm hoping you never have to be again. At least not when it comes to getting laid." 

"I never thought you and I would be friends with benefits..." 

"Would it bother you...?" I shook my head, tilting my head forward to kiss her. She made an approving purring sound against my lips. 

"Not in the slightest." 

"You know I'd have to be Kevin a lot of the time, right?" I nodded slowly. It didn't matter. I didn't view Kelly as any different from Kevin. It just felt like I knew Kevin better now. I thought Kelly was a cuter name, but the name didn't matter. 

"I don't care. You're my best friend. Maybe more than that..." Kelly grew serious then, nodding. She rubbed her nose with mine. 

"I'd like to be more. I really like you James." 

"I like you too." We locked eyes for a long, tender moment. She blushed a little and averted her gaze for a second. Smiling, I looked past her, at her bed at the other side of the room. She turned, curiously following my gaze. 

"What?" 

"I don't know if I could go to sleep tonight with you in a separate bed." I grinned at her. 

"I'm your woman, now, huh? Need to keep me close? So I don't wander and philander?" I nodded, with a chuckle. 

"All mine." 

"Good. Let's push them together. I'd love to sleep next to you..." 

I shifted beneath her, glancing down. Her cum still lie on my belly and chest, and her little dick and receded back into her panties. It was cute. 

"Wanna take a shower first?" Kelly bit her lower lip, nodding. 

"Only if you promise to get me all dirty again."



Kelly Ch. 02



"Wow! I did it! I swallowed your whole cock! I love this so much. I never thought sucking cock would be this much fun." With that, she began to suck my head in earnest, moving up and down and around, trying to stimulate me as much as she could.

"I'm going to explode!" I cried.

She came up for air again. "Do it! Cum in my mouth! I want to taste your cum!" She went back down on me and aggressively sucked my pole.

It was enough. I arched and spasmed and spurted load after load of cum into her mouth. She didn't stop sucking me, though, and kept on stroking my dick with her lips. I could feel her swallowing. She kept on caressing, and it began to drive me wild. You know how sensitive a cock can be right after orgasm? Well, I was sensitive, and she was mercilessly sucking away, giggling as she sucked at my obvious discomfort. I squirmed and tried to escape, but couldn't. She held my dick prisoner with her mouth.

"Stop! Please stop! You're driving me crazy!" I pleaded. She looked up and smiled.

"Beg for mercy!" She swallowed me again, sucking hard.

"Mercy! Mercy!" How 'bout some chocolate cake?"

"Plying me with food, eh?" she said. But she stopped.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, not without wonder.

"Reading 'The Joy of Sex,'" she said, naming the book causing quite a sensation at the time. "Some girls had it and we read it secretly in the library at school during study hall. Quite educational. And I just imagined what I could do that would feel good to you. I tried to imagine myself as your cock, and imagine what I wanted done to me."

"Well, it worked! That was amazing!"

"I'm glad you liked it." She was supremely satisfied with herself. I was pretty darn happy with her, too.

We ate cake on the floor on our bellies in the nude, heads together. We chatted and listened to Jackson Browne. I particularly liked "Doctor My Eyes," which was a hit at the time. I can never hear that song without seeing Kelly naked on the floor with me. We finished cake, feeding each other forkfuls and dumping crumbs on the carpet. "I'll just have to vacuum again tomorrow. Just please don't grind it in by stepping on it when you get up."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

She smiled at me so sweetly. "It's time for bed, my love. Gather your clothes and bring them up."

Again, I walked behind her perfect body, and marveled at it and how she made it move. I was so deeply in love.

We brushed our teeth together, humming songs as we brushed and laughing at our silliness. In her bedroom, I looked around. "What are you looking for?" she asked.

"A candle. I want to snuggle by candle light."

"I'll get one." She left for a moment, and returned with a long taper in a holder and a book of matches. She lit it and put it across the room on her dresser. It sent a soft light around the room.

"That's better," I said. "You are even more beautiful by candle light." She hugged me tightly.

Then, we went to bed, crawling under her frilly, lacy comforter. We held each other close.

"What a perfect evening," she said, snuggling into my chest. "It has all been so wonderful."

"It's not quite over," I said softly.

"Oh, really, she said, raising her head to look at me, "What else is there to do?"

"I want to make love to you slowly, tenderly and with as much love as I can muster. I want to feel you wrapped around me and pressed against every inch of my body. I want to empty myself in you and give you every bit of my love."

"Ah. That sounds lovely. Please take me, Justin. Make me your woman."

I moved on top of her as she spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist. My cock, now hard again, poised itself against her opening. I looked deeply into her eyes. "Kelly, I love you more than you can possibly imagine." And with that, I kissed her and slowly sank my shaft into her waiting wetness. I sank in all the way, and then pulled out all the way. I repeated this total entry and withdrawal, and began a slow rhythm of long strokes. Gentle, loving. I kissed her gently on the lips, on her cheeks, her forehead. All slow, all gentle. Kelly, well, she melted into me. She clung to my neck with her arms and wrapped her legs around me, but she pressed into every inch of my body in a way that made me imagine that she had melted into me, penetrated my skin, and become one. Her legs climbed me as we slowly rocked, and she made little tiny noises with each long thrust. She locked her ankles behind my knees and grabbed my ass cheeks to pull me even deeper inside her. She kissed my neck. I kissed her lips. We made love this way for a long time. I kept up the long, slow strokes even when I began to feel the cum bubbling up.

"Kelly, would it be alright if I came soon?"

"Yes, give me your cum. Give me all your love."

I kept up the slow strokes. The urge built up in my balls and cock, but I resisted the temptation to speed up. Instead, I slowed down, making each stroke painfully long, feeling each millimeter of penetration and withdrawal. Kelly grew more excited, and her legs moved up and down my legs and back as her breathing grew ragged. Then, it was time. I withdrew to where only the tip was inside.

"Kelly, it's time. I'm going to cum inside you."

"Yes, please! Give it to me!"

I slowly, oh so slowly entered her and went as deep as I could. Once I was completely inside, I let loose what I had only barely been holding back. I spasmed and came and put a huge load of cum as deep inside Kelly as my cock could penetrate. She cried out and clamped her legs around my waist as hard as she could squeeze, and I felt her pussy muscles contracting and milking my cock as she, too, came hard. My orgasm seemed to last for hours as my cock kept pumping and pumping sperm. No, it pumped love, or so I believed. Kelly didn't let go, and gasped with each breath as her orgasm, too, seemed to last forever. I saw stars. I imagined myself melting into Kelly as my whole being came through my cock deep into her body. It actually felt as if every last bit of my being entered her.

We lay entwined for a long time. After lovemaking like that, it took my cock a long time to deflate. And the feeling of oneness persisted. It was like a dream.

"I love you so much, Kelly."

"I love you so much, too. It just keeps getting better and better."

"It does. I never thought it would be this wonderful."

"Me neither. I never want it to end."

It took me a long time to fall asleep. I savored feeling Kelly's warm breath on me as we cuddled, savored the feeling of her perfect naked body pressed against mine, loved to feel the protectiveness of my arms around her, feeling like I was keeping her from all harm. Her knight, saving her from her loneliness. Saving myself. The love I felt for this little girl was painful. My heart swelling to fill my chest and blocking my breathing. My mind racing about futures, plans hopes, dreams. Reliving how it felt to make love to her, or even just to watch her move. Thinking about all the ways that I wanted to please this woman. Yes, with my body, but in all the other ways that a man in love can please his lady. This was going to be fun. Then, I heard the rain start.

Finally, we both slept the sleep of exhausted lovers, curled together in a dream come true.

There will be more. I'm having way too much fun writing about them to stop.



Kelly Ch. 03



This is part 3 of "Kelly." Parts 1 and 2 are nice, but not essential, to read before this. Again, this is a work of complete fiction. 

I am grateful to the person who left delightful feedback saying: "Hard as it is to believe, mushy makes for exciting sex!" All five parts were written before that comment, and all I can say is: Amen, and true for real life, too.

I awoke in the middle of the night with my nose buried in Kelly's hair, as she spooned closely on her side in front of me. She smelled so good, a combination of her shampoo, that dusky smell of warm skin, and musk from our lovemaking. My one hand held her breast, my other arm cradled her head. My now-resting penis brushed her ass cheeks. She felt so good to touch.

I thought about all that had transpired in these last days. Discovering that a girl I had lusted for through nearly four years of high school liked me, too. Learning that she was just as beautiful inside as she was outside. Falling deeply in love almost instantly. Losing our virginity in wonderful, passionate lovemaking. Having the girl of my dreams as my girlfriend. And now, sleeping with that same beautiful girl! Actually sleeping in the same bed, cuddled up! 

I felt overwhelmed, and a pain rose up from somewhere deep inside. I didn't really understand why, but it did, and I began to sob. I didn't want to wake Kelly, so I tried to pull away a little, but she sighed and pulled me closer instead. I couldn't stop the sobbing and my body wracked. Suddenly, Kelly was wide-awake.

"You're crying! What's wrong?" she said as she rolled over to face me.

"I don't know," I sobbed.

"What did I do? Tell me," she was really concerned now.

"Nothing. You didn't do anything."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No," I sobbed harder, "I'm OK."

"No you're not," she grew firm, "What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing!"

"Well, there's something. You don't love me? Is that it?"

I was quiet for a long time, thinking about what I was feeling. Kelly just stared at me. From time to time I would sob almost uncontrollably, and she would gently put a hand on my face. She had a very worried look. I was one messed up puppy.

"Kelly, I've never felt this way about anybody before, the way I feel about you. I woke up and started thinking about what's happened between you and me, and then all of a sudden I started to hurt. My chest was tight and I hurt physically, all over, but especially in my heart. And well, I just started crying. It's pretty embarrassing," I said haltingly, "I don't know if I'm crying because I hurt, or because I'm so happy I don't know how to express it any other way."

"Pain about what?" she asked, a little less worried, but only a little.

"I think that falling in love with you has made me realize how lonely I am. How cut off I feel from people. My mom's an alcoholic. Dad got me to see a therapist about it, who told me I'd have trouble ever getting truly close to anyone. Guess she's right. I love you so much, but I'm so scared."

"Scared of what?" she asked.

"I'm not even sure. Scared of you dumping me. Scared of showing you myself, and having you laugh at me. Scared of sharing who I am and you finding that I'm not for you." I sobbed again. "My therapist says the way people avoid feeling abandoned is by not forming close ties in the first place. But that's a lonely way to live. Now that you're in my life, I know that. But I'm terrified. I think the more you love someone, the scarier it is to fear being abandoned. At one level, I want to run to you. But I also want to run away."

Kelly moved in and gave me a full-body hug. "I know that you won't believe me when I tell you, but I love you with my entire body and soul. I don't ever want to be without you. I love the inside you – the man with the romantic heart and gentle laugh and sweet lips." With that, she softly kissed me.

"How can I make this good?" I said, wiping tears, "I want to be perfect for you. I want to be everything you've ever dreamed of having in a man. I want to love you in the way of all the great Hollywood movies where the two stars fall in love and everyone lives happily ever after. I want to know you so well and love you so deeply that we are two parts of one being. But I don't know how to do that. I guess I don't know how to love you in the ways I want to. Kelly, don't let me run away!"

"I will help you, my love," she said, wiping away my tears, too, and running her fingers through my hair, "I'll help you, but you have to try to trust me, and trust in my love. You will always have my love, no matter what." With that, she kissed me again, and her tongue swept into my mouth to engage mine. She pressed in hard and hugged me to her. "By the way, sir knight, it may seem odd to you, but all that you just said I find incredibly romantic!"

"It's just the truth again, that's all," I shrugged.

"Maybe if you don't think you know how to love me, you should just keep telling me the truth, because it works pretty well!" Kelly kissed me passionately, searching out my tongue with hers.

My cock began to rise. She felt it and pressed against it with her leg. She moved over me so that she completely commanded our kissing, which she now kept up with a fervor. Then, she rolled me on my back and climbed up to straddle me, my hard cock pinned against my waist by her now-moist pussy. She wouldn't let her lips off of mine. She moved forward, and the tip of my cock felt her entrance. With one swift move she impaled herself, my cock sinking deeply inside her tightness. Still kissing me, she began to hump me with a wild, reckless abandon. I grabbed her waist and just followed her movements as she loved me hard. Her waist was so firm, her skin so smooth to hold. I felt so much love for this little girl.

She broke our kiss and sat up, putting her hands on my chest. She rose and fell and rose and fell, in long, fast strokes. I looked down to see my cock sinking into her and emerging. I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them gently, her erect nipples between my thumbs and knuckles. She gasped and humped harder. Then she changed, and her strokes became short as she ground my dick as deep into her pussy as she could, and moved only a little. I could feel the tip of my nine inches against her cervix. I was amazed that such a tiny girl could hold so much cock. She ground and grunted and fucked me. I grabbed her ass with both hands and moved her up and down my cock. I was in control of the rhythm now, but I wasn't letting up. I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could. They were so firm and tight. I watched my cock pump in and out of her. It was wet with her juices in the candlelight. She screamed and cried out. She was out of control and thrashing from side to side as she fucked me. My cock felt enormous. I could feel its head swelling, making Kelly's vagina seem even tighter. What's more, she squeezed me with her muscles so hard it almost felt as if we couldn't move. But we did, and beautifully, together. 

"Cum for me!" she cried, "Fill me up!" I need to feel you explode!"

"Oh, Kelly, I love you!" And I exploded, ramming her down on my member, arching my back off the bed and raising her into the air as my seed washed her womb. I came and came and came in burst after burst while she moaned and humped. She bent and mashed her lips into mine in a deeply passionate, out-of-control kiss. We kept kissing, the passion remaining but the intensity of the kisses slowly subsiding until they settled down to soft, deeply affectionate lip touching. Spent, she finally collapsed on my chest, her arms around me, her face pressed to my neck, still a bit out of breath.

"I needed to do that to you," she whispered in my ear, "I needed to show you how I feel." She nipped my earlobe.

I stroked her hair. "You mean, you wanted to kill me?" I said with a smile.

"If that's what it takes to show you how much I love you, then, as I've said before, today is a good day to die." She looked steadily into my eyes. Then she smiled a smile that could have illuminated a city. "I hope you'd at least die with a smile on your face."

"That's for sure! I don't know how much more loving like that I can take," I said.

"I intend to find out," she giggled. "Do you think you could fall asleep while you're still inside me?"

"Wow! I'd sure like to try! Can we spoon again?"

"Good idea." Kelly rolled off me, and lay on her side with her back to me. I put an arm under her neck and another around her waist. My cock, still hard, pressed against her ass cheeks. She reached behind and took it, guiding it into her wet, slick pussy. "Mmmm. That feels so nice. Let's sleep, my love." She moved just a little to stroke my hard cock inside her, enough to keep me stimulated. Soon, though, we were fast asleep.

Love is an incredible thing. So is being eighteen years old. When I awoke, my dick was still inside her, and very hard. We were so tired we hadn't moved, and I had slept a long part of the night with my penis inside the most beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet! Incredible! 

Morning light shone in the window and the clock radio read just a little after seven. I decided to awaken her in a unique way. I slowly started stroking my cock in and out as she lay pressed against me. It was a different feeling to take her from behind on our sides. After a few strokes, she sighed and began to move against me. To feel my pubic hair brush her ass on the in-stroke was great. It all felt different inside her, too, and wonderful.

"What a nice way to wake up!" she purred, moving back tighter against me, responding to my motion.

"I was hoping you'd like it," I said, as I continued to stroke her slowly. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and slicker as we moved. I rolled on top of her, her legs flat on the bed. I was above her pumping into her pussy from behind. She lay there motionless while I did.

"Your cock feels so good. Do you mind if I just take?" she said.

"I don't mind at all. I'll just look at you while we make love," I said, pushing up onto straight arms and looking down at her luscious body – the smooth skin of her back, her tight, gorgeous ass, her slim, firm legs spread wide with my body between them and my cock plunging in and out of her wet snatch. We needed a little elevation. "Here," I said, "Put pillows under your tummy, it will raise you up and I'll go deeper."

She put the pillows under her tummy and thighs, and her sweet little butt stuck up in the air. I hadn't removed myself, and suddenly I could penetrate another full inch. "Oh, oh," she cried in rhythm of my thrusts, "That's so good! I love it! I love what you do to me." She rocked in rhythm against me, fucking me in return. Our pace sped up, and soon we were humping away as hard as we could. I don't know where it kept coming from, but I'm glad it did: another load readied itself in my balls.

"Oh, Kelly, I'm going to cum!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Give it to me!"

And I did. Another huge load that I spent after plunging into her as deeply as I could. She arched her back and reached behind to grab my ass as she came with me, crying out in ecstasy. I must say, I had one happy penis. And a happy heart. Worn out, we rolled on our sides and cuddled, my poor dick finally going limp.

"I don't know if I can ever get it up again," I said mournfully.

"Wanna bet?" she said with a grin.

There was a long pause. "No bet," I said, "Not if you're my inspiration."

"I want to inspire you any time I have the urge," she said, and she snuggled against me, "And I'm warning you, sweetie, I'm going to feel urges a lot!"

We dozed for a little while. When I awoke, I heard rain. I left Kelly as quietly as I could, and slipped into the bathroom, where I urinated and looked out the window. It was dark and dreary, and the rain was falling hard. It felt a little raw and cold even inside the house. Bad day for our planned trip to the beach. But another idea took shape.

Kelly came downstairs about an hour later, wearing the same white shirt she had worn the night before at dinner. Her hair was unbrushed, and her eyes were still a little puffy from sleep. She was groggy.

"What's this?" she asked sleepily, as I stood before her.

"It's cold. It's pouring rain. But we're still going to the beach!" I said.

"What?"

"Look!"

I had spread my beach blanket in the middle of the living room floor, and put up the umbrella to shade us from the window. There were two low chairs, a picnic basket, an inflated beach ball, and two books. A bottle of suntan lotion leaned against the basket. Music came from the stereo. I was dressed in a swimsuit, Hawaiian shirt, big straw hat, sunglasses, and flip-flops.

"I promised you the beach, where we were probably going to sit out in the sun, bake, fight bottle flies, try to read, talk a bit, get sunburned, swim in freezing water, eat food covered by ants, and fight traffic coming home. Or, more likely today, get soaked in the rain and freeze. This way, it seems we can keep the best, ditch the worst, have better music, and have no sand in my clean car!"

"It's perfect!" she cried, "I'll go change!"

She returned a few minutes later still wearing the shirt. "I thought you were going to change?" I said.

"I did. I put my bikini on underneath."

"I might have preferred the original way."

"How public a beach is this?" she queried.

"Hadn't really thought about that," I admitted.

"Wait, you had all yesterday to fantasize and plan," she said, "So what did you fantasize about?"

"I don't really want to tell you," I mumbled.

"Oh, fantasizing about other women?"

"No, Kelly. Can we please change the subject?"

"Uh, oh. I messed up," she said, suddenly remembering last night. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." She paused. "The last time you wanted to change the subject, it was something romantic. Please tell me, Justin."

"Well, I spent yesterday fantasizing about the rest of my life. Jobs, houses, traveling. A wife," I said, looking at her. "And babies. The whole domestic thing that I'd always thought I never needed or wanted. And all of a sudden I was in this fantasy where I had all of it. With you. And I was so happy."

Tears streamed down her lovely cheeks. "I don't know anything that you could say to me that would be more wonderful, and more romantic than that. I think maybe you do love me. Oh, God! I said something stupid again!" She hugged me hard.

"It's OK. I'm sorry about last might. I may be that some of the fantasy went deeper than I thought, and I was reacting to that, too."

"Don't apologize for last night. I know you're embarrassed about it, but I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to cry. Lord knows I've done enough of it with you already, including right now." She hugged me again and sobbed.

"Please, no tears Kelly. It breaks my heart to see you cry, even happy tears." I held her close, and it really felt like my heart was breaking. But it also felt good to comfort her and protect her. "Breakfast!" I said suddenly, pointing a finger in the air, "We need to hit the beach with full bellies, because I don't trust what's in the picnic basket!"

"That's another advantage of our new beach," she said, gesturing to my setup, "We're close to the fridge."

Kelly made the best French toast I'd ever tasted for breakfast. We talked of many things. She shared a lot about herself, and I found her more beautiful by the minute. I felt comfortable with her as I did with no one else, not even my dad, who had always been my best friend, who had helped me so much with the recent dark times with Mom. Kelly was even better.

After I finished more food than I should have eaten, I leaned back and cut loose with a huge belch.

"Well, maybe you're right that I'll never match you in belching!" she said, startled.

"You're supposed to thank me," I said regally, patting my belly.

"I'm supposed to thank you for belching?" she said, curiously.

"It's an old Roman custom to belch after a great meal. Charlton Heston did it in 'Ben Hur,' and his Roman host thanked him for the compliment."

"Oh, I am uncultured, to be so unaware of ancient Roman customs," she said, literally rolling her eyes. We laughed. "Let's hit the beach!"

"Can you get a hairbrush?" I asked.

"Why? Gonna spank me with it?"

"I just might. But actually, I want to brush your hair."

Her eyes flashed, she smiled, and raced upstairs, returning in a moment with a wood-handled brush. "My mom used to like to brush my hair when I was little. She hasn't done it in ages."

"I think I'd like to brush it," I said, "it seems like something you'd do at the beach."

We spent the day at our beach, reading books (homework English reading, actually), listening to music, (Beach Boys 'Pet Sounds.' It had always been a favorite. Jackson Browne's first record, with 'Doctor My Eyes' and imagining Kelly naked, eating chocolate cake on the floor.)

She looked stunning: her tiny, crocheted bikini on her slim, tight form. Just enough stitches to cover her breasts, few enough stitches to show off her flat tummy, graceful, slim hips, and dynamite legs. Flesh colored, too, so it was easy to imagine her wearing less.

After a while, I said, "Come over here with your brush and sit between my legs." She came and sat with her back to me, and I could press my knees against her shoulders. I took the brush and started brushing her hair. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I tried to imagine myself in her place, and imagine what would feel good. It seemed to work. Soon her eyes were closed, and she'd lean her head a little towards the brush. I would brush long strokes through her beautiful hair and follow the brush with my hand. Sometimes I would take hair in my hand and start the brush there. I brushed for a long time. She would softly sigh, and she put her arms around my knees and squeezed them a little now and then. I put my arms around her and hugged her back to me, holding her close and nuzzling her neck. We spent over an hour brushing and hugging. No words between us, but it felt like there was no need to talk. We communicated through our touch.

Finally, she twirled on her tail and lifted a leg over my head, so that she faced me and her legs straddled me, her legs over mine as mine straddled her. She leaned forward and, putting her arms around me, gave me a deep kiss. "That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me!" she said, and kissed me again. I held her shoulders.

"I really, really enjoyed that, Kelly. I will be most happy to brush your hair any time."

"Thank you. I will definitely take you up on that!" she said happily. "I'll tell you one other thing. It really turns me on!" And again, she kissed me deeply.

"How public is this beach?" I asked suspiciously.

"It is entirely, entirely private," she replied confidently.

"So, it would be OK if I did this?" I said as I untied her bikini strap from behind her back. "And this?" as I untied the strap from her neck. I took the straps and removed her top, setting it aside.

"It would be more than OK. It is highly desired," she said, and kissed me again.

"What about this?" I said as I untied the side straps from her bikini bottom.

"Well," she said, "If you're going to do that, then I must remove your suit as well." I took her bottoms away as she lifted slightly. Then she worked down my suit, and in a jumble of legs and bodies we managed to get it off. We laughed at our clumsiness. I took off my shirt. Then, we were both naked, straddling each other. I looked at her perfect body. She looked at my throbbing cock. She reached out and encircled it with both hands. "I thought you said you'd never get it up again?" She stroked gently with both hands up and down my shaft.

"But I didn't take your bet, citing you as inspiration."

"Are you inspired?"

"You are my only inspiration, and you inspire me totally."




Kelly Ch. 03



"Do you want me to suck your cock? Or do you want to just go to the main event?" she asked, looking directly into my eyes. She was so disconcerting when she did that. She gave me goosebumps.

"Whatever pleases my lady!" I said, thinking of nothing else to say, and facing too pleasant a choice to decide.

She squeezed me with both hands, bent, and kissed the tip of my engorged purple head that stuck out the top of her fingers. She rose up, moved forward, and planted herself squarely onto my cock, sinking up to the hilt and wrapping her legs around me. There we sat, my cock inside her. And she did that melting thing again, where she hugged me so close it was like merging, where every inch of our bodies touched. And we barely moved. Just slight small movements of my cock inside her. No long strokes. No frenzy. Quiet. Loving. We spent a lot of time kissing. Then, she would lean back with her hands on my knees and first I would just look at her splendid body, and then I would lean forward and spend a long time caressing her breasts with my lips and tongue. Then we would kiss some more. Always with just little motions of our parts that were merged. No long strokes. No thrusting. We could have gone on like that for hours. We spent almost an hour as we were.

Then, she did something I still don't understand. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and French-kissed my ear, breathing heavily in it first, then probing it with her tongue. It was wet and warm and loving. I was immediately covered with goose bumps. I shivered, and my cock exploded in a mind-bending orgasm.

"Oh, God, Kelly! What did you just do?" I gasped.

"It would seem, sir knight, that I made you cum inside me," she breathed in my ear, holding me tight.

"No kidding. But how did you do that?"

"I'm not sure. I just felt inspired to tongue your ear. I did it, and whammo!" she smiled, "I have a feeling I can do that any time I want," she said with superiority, "And so I have ultimate power over you!"

"Be my guest. That was amazing. But what about you?"

"Oh, I'm just fine. I'm sitting here with my man filling me, feeling the warmth of his sperm inside me again. How can it be any better than that?"

"But I want to please you, too," I complained.

"You did earlier when I just took from you. It was your turn to take, and I wanted to give. I plan to give you many opportunities to please me, my love. We are far from finished with what I hope will be a lifetime of lovemaking." Again, her smile lit up the room. She kissed me lightly.

I looked in her eyes and smiled, my hands on her smooth back. "Nothing would make me happier."

There's more to come in this series. They're way too much fun to write about.



Kelly Ch. 04



Ch. 04 Coaches and Parents

Personally, I like Parts 1 through 3, but you don't have to read them before reading this. Thanks to all who have given me feedback, it's gratifying to know you're enjoying these flights of fantasy.

School on Monday was terrible. I could think of nothing but Kelly and our weekend. I saw her only in English class, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was so beautiful. I remembered how much I loved brushing her hair. I remembered all our sweet lovemaking. At the end of class I had to think about calculus to let my boner subside.

But gym class was the worst. The guys knew something was up. I told them I'd taken Kelly out, and it was instantly mayhem.

"You took Kelly Morgan out? Lucky duck!"

"She's gorgeous!"

"Is she as oversexed as I think she is?"

"Didja get any?"

"Whadja do? Wheredja go? What's she like?"

"I've heard she's a stuck-up bitch."

"Yeah, she doesn't give any, so I'm told."

"Did Big Justin wield the one-eyed lizard?"

"Did she get scared away by it?"

"Did you choke her with it?"

There were gales of laughter as they were completely gross at my expense.

I let it all flow over. Then I said simply, "We had a nice time. She's a nice lady."

"Gonna take her out again?"

"Yeah. In fact I hope to see a lot of her."

Hoots and hollers, screams and yells. "Justin's in looove!" Little did they know. On the one hand, these were my friends, and in a certain way I wanted to stand on top of the lockers and scream out my love for Kelly as loud as I could. On the other hand, I felt it was extremely private, and I didn't want to tell them anything.

"Hey, back off. Justin needs our help. He needs our advice on how to treat Kelly like a lady. OK, guys, during class everybody has to give Justin a suggestion about what he should do with Kelly." Cheers and affirmation greeted this idea. And they did. Every minute during class somebody would whisper "advice" about my dealings with Kelly. It was awful. It was crass. It was also very funny. They were coaching me. My coaches.

That night I had tons of homework. I called Kelly.

"Hi!"

"Hi!"

"How was your day?"

"Awful, Justin. I can't stop thinking about you."

"Same here. And I told the guys at gym about us."

"Really? And what happened?"

"It was awful. They said the worst things. They tried to pry stuff out of me, and then they decided to give me advice all through class. So every minute or so somebody would whisper a suggestion about what I should do with you. They thought they were coaching me."

"What did they say?" 

"It's way too crass to talk about. I'd rather just tell you how much I love you."

"You're changing the subject. They were really foul, huh?"

"Amazingly so."

"Jerks."

"In a way. But they're also my friends, so I can feel some affection behind it. And some envy, I think. Just not a lot of maturity."

"Are you going to take their suggestions?"

"Truth be told, I already have taken some."

"Oh, really." She didn't sound pleased, "And did you brag?"

"No, Kelly. I told them we'd gone out, that we were going to go out again, and that I hoped to see a lot of you. That's all."

"Are you sure that's all? You didn't brag a little?"

"They know what Kelly Morgan looks like. I don't have to brag when the evidence is right before their eyes. That you would even go out with me brags without my saying anything."

"You didn't even brag a little about what we did?"

"Not a word," I said, starting to get a little angry, "I told you that all of that is between you and me alone. To tell would cheapen it. I didn't even tell them a word about you making dinner. No details at all."

"I believe you," she said, but not convincingly, "When can I see you again?" There was a plaintive note in her voice.

"Too much homework tonight. Can I take you out for ice cream tomorrow after supper?"

"OK. About seven?"

"OK. See you then."

Tuesday couldn't go by fast enough. It was another day of torture, from not seeing Kelly to getting loads more "advice" from my "coaches."

I was fifteen minutes early to pick up Kelly. Bad idea. She wasn't ready, and was annoyed. I spent the time talking to her parents. Her dad was almost my size, and looked like he'd been quarried from granite. Her mom was tiny like Kelly, and very pretty. It was clear where Kelly got her looks. They were nice to me, but inquisitive. It wasn't quite the third degree, but I was being interrogated. Her dad, in particular, seemed very protective. If my daughter looked like her, I would be, too.

Soon enough, I opened the car door for Kelly, took my place behind the wheel, and we took off for ice cream. Her parents watched us leave.

"Good move opening the door. Mom'll like that."

"Will you tell her that I do it all the time, and not just for her consumption?"

"Yeah. It'll be part of the sales job."

"Sales job?"

"Do you realize how important it is for me to convince them to like you?"

"I hadn't thought of it. But you're right."

"Will you be selling me to your folks?" she asked.

"Dad will be easy. He's my best friend, and if I tell him how special you are to me, he'll love you and be glad. Mom will hate you, but I expect that as part of the Disease."

"Disease?"

"Her alcoholism. She hates all my friends, guys and girls."

"You have other girlfriends? You never told me that." She was prickly tonight.

"That's not completely true. I have no other girlfriends, but I have a number of other girls who are just friends, and I distinctly remember telling you that. We even talked about them at the beach." I said, referring to our day "beached" on her living room floor.

She calmed a little. "You're right. I remember. I'm sorry, Justin. I just miss you so much it makes me crabby."

We got to Dipper Dan's. We ordered the usual.

"And Kelly?"

"Yes?"

"Please, for my sake, no oral sex with the ice cream tonight."

She laughed. "OK. But will you take me parking after ice cream?"

"Ice cream and parking? That's our date? And you complain about how other guys only want you for sex? How am I supposed to feel?"

"Like my sex toy. How does it feel?"

"I love it," I said, then more quietly, "But Kelly, remember that I make love with you, I don't have sex with you. Please always remember that difference."

"I remember it every minute," she replied, "It keeps me warm even on chilly spring mornings. That's why I want to go parking so badly."

It was a clear spring night. The peepers peeped all around the pond where we went. It was just about eight, and dark. The air was chilly. I kept the car running and turned on the heat with the top down. In 1973, gas was 29 cents a gallon.

"What time do you have to be home?" I asked.

"By 10 for sure, but it would be better if it was earlier." Kelly said.

She was wearing a shirt that buttoned in front. She had tied it up under her breasts, exposing her delicious tummy. Sometime during ice cream a few buttons that hadn't been unbuttoned in front of Dad had come loose, showing off smooth skin between lovely breasts (When had she done that? I wondered). She wore gym shorts that clung to her hips and showed her legs. She had moved to the middle of the bench seat after ice cream, and had held my leg while I drove.

"If you don't kiss me right now I'll scream," she said.

I took her in my arms. Our tongues explored each other. It was heavenly. I moved my hand inside her shirt and cupped her. She wore no bra. Her nipple was already hard. Her breast was an exact handful, and felt so firm, yet soft. I caressed it and squeezed her nipple gently. She sighed and moved her hand to my bulge. She felt me with her fingers, tracing its length. We spent a long time caressing each other. Then, she unzipped my pants and touched my cock through my briefs. I moved the waistband down so she had access to my manhood. She stood it up straight, and slowly stroked its length. We kissed some more. I moved to her shorts, cupping her pussy through the cotton. She moaned and spread her legs. I slipped my fingers inside her shorts and felt very wet panties. I moved them aside and found her pussy lips, wet and inviting. She stroked me harder, and started to breathe more heavily. I slipped a finger inside her vagina and started my own stroking motion to match hers on my cock. She bucked against my finger. She broke our kiss and panted as I finger-fucked her. She stopped stroking my cock as she was totally enveloped by the feel of my caresses.

"That's it, buster! Now you're going to get it!" She pulled away from my hand and dropped to take my cock into her mouth. She started giving me a most wonderful blowjob. As she did, she knelt on the seat, and I had the perfect chance to work her shorts and panties down to her knees. Then, I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up. I dropped down to lay on the seat, and lowered her to my mouth. She pulled off my cock long enough to yelp as I lifted her. Realizing what I was doing, she resumed her kind ministrations to my dick. For my part, proud of my gymnastic skill, and feeling lucky she hadn't clamped her teeth at the wrong instant, I commenced to eat her most delightful pussy. I licked and sucked. I nibbled her lips, avoiding her clit. She ground her hips into my face and sucked hard on my cock, taking the head in her mouth and stroking my shaft with her hands. And so we enjoyed each other. I brought her to orgasm several times, which I could tell because she would come up for air, clench her legs to my ears, moan, and shudder. After a moment, she would resume her wonderful sucking.

"Do you want to make love?" I asked.

"No. I want to bring you off this way," she breathed.

"Fine with me. Just thought I'd ask," I replied happily. I resumed my own snack with renewed fervor.

Soon, I could hold back no longer. At almost the right moment she lifted her pussy off my face so she could swallow my entire length. When she did, I exploded in her throat, pumping what felt like gallons of sperm. She gagged, but held on tight, her nose touching my balls and my entire length down her throat. Unbelievable. I just cupped her ass cheeks and held them. Such a tight ass. Such wonderful cheeks. She came up for air - literally - gasping.

"I can't believe I did that!" she panted. We sat up.

"I can't believe you did, either," I said, slightly short of breath myself, after an orgasm like that.

"Did you like it?" she asked playfully.

"Best parking by far that I've ever done," 

"Oh really?" she asked, now with an edge, "Do you go parking often?"

"Can't say I've ever been before. This car's a virgin."

"Yeah, but you haven't been driving this car that long," she said, now clearly upset.

"Kelly, I've never been parking before. And certainly not like this."

"OK, I believe you." She still had the edge in her voice.

"It's getting late. I think I'd rather deliver you a little early our first time out with your parents at home."

"That's probably a good idea."

We drove home in silence. About a block away from home, Kelly shifted from the middle to the passenger side, and buttoned her shirt. I was sad to no longer feel her warmth at my side.

"Will they hear the car come in?" I asked.

"Mom will. She'll probably be watching discreetly."

"OK, we'll give them the full show. Wait for me to come open your door."

We giggled and I pulled into the driveway. I got out and trotted to her side of the car and opened the door for her. She got out and we walked to the door, not touching. At the front door, we faced each other.

"Thank you for ice cream, Justin. I really had a nice time." she said, looking up at me.

I took both her hands. "You're welcome, Kelly. And thank you for coming."

I could tell that she almost burst out laughing. I leaned forward and gave her the slightest kiss on the lips, followed by another on the forehead. She smiled. While I was close, I said, "I have the biggest urge to cram my tongue down your throat."

"Yeah? Well I want to grab your crotch!" she whispered back.

"Why do you think I'm holding your hands?" I whispered in return. That was it. We broke up in gales of laughter. I let her hands go and opened the door for her. She went in, and I wished her good-night, she saying that she'd see me in school tomorrow.

As I opened my car door, I heard her father's voice. "Justin, can I have a word with you?"

"Sure, sir," I said, letting go of the door.

He came up and faced me squarely, hardly a foot away. "Justin, it's obvious even to a father that Kelly's pretty taken with you."

"Yes, sir. I mean, really?"

"Yes. You're all she's talked about to her mother since we got home. That's never happened before. She's never talked about the other boys she'd dated like that. In fact, her mother and I have been concerned because she's never had a boyfriend before. She'd go out once and that would be it."

"She's kinda told me that, sir. She said the other guys were jerks," I wasn't really sure where he was going.

He dropped his head and looked at his shoes. "Kelly means the world to me, Justin. All I want to say is please be careful. Please don't hurt her."

"Sir, I know we've only gone out a couple times, but I like Kelly a lot. I'm really trying not to be a jerk, and I want to treat her as well as I can. Maybe, if it's OK with you, sometime we can talk about what she likes, so I can surprise her?"

He looked up and smiled. "Maybe you are as special as she says you are. Put it this way," he said, stepping back to go in, "You made a helluva start with the roses! But you know," he confided softly, "In my experience, one is every bit as good as a dozen, and can come more often. So with greater frequency, you come out ahead. Good night, Justin." With that, he turned and walked back towards the door.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and drove home, hoping I'd made a good impression on Dad.

Kelly told me about Mom: Mom had greeted her at the door while Dad slipped past and quizzed her about our date. Kelly had talked about ice cream, but carefully avoided our later activities. Mom had pried, but Kelly had resisted.

"It's so nice to be able to talk to him. He listens, he really listens. And we talk about interesting things. We share so much with each other. He's not like any of the other jerks. All they wanted was sex."

"And he doesn't want sex?" said Mom, a trace of concern mixed with curiosity.

"Well, he hasn't wanted just sex so far," Kelly replied, believing to herself that it was the truth, based on what I'd said. "And we laugh. Oh, Mom, do you know how wonderful it is when he makes me laugh?"

"Uh oh. Sounds like my little girl is falling pretty hard."

Kelly hugged her mom tight and could only squeak out a tiny "Yeah!"

"He's so tall!" Mom said.

"He is. I like it," said Kelly with a smile.

"Can I give you a tip?" Mom asked.

"Sure."

"Stand on a step above him and kiss him, when you can. I used to do that with your father. It's easier on the neck!" She giggled.

"Stand on a step to equalize our heights," Kelly said thoughtfully, "Now, why didn't I think of that?" They hugged for a minute. 

Dad came in and mumbled, "He seems like a nice boy," and continued on past.

"Is that the Dad Seal of Approval?" asked Kelly.

"As close as you're likely to get, subject to withdrawal at any time. Kelly?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"He's a hunk. He can keep his shoes under my bed anytime!"

"MOTHER!"

"Wow! You're Mom's warm for my form? Cool! This could be fun!"

"Justin, don't you dare think about anything like that!" Kelly was really mad.

"Whoa. I'm only teasing," I said, and added quietly, since we were at school, "It's you I love. And you're dad didn't try to break my neck or anything."

"He's really a softie at heart, especially where I'm concerned. If you take care of me, it will probably go fine with him."

'I'd love to take care of you right now."

"I wish you could. Can we get ice cream tonight?"

"I don't think so. Way too much homework."

"Why don't you come home with me after school? We can study and you can stay for dinner."

"I've only got my bike."

"We can walk together, it's not that far."

"OK. I'll call home from your house and tell my folks."

"Great." I was rewarded by one of Kelly's big smiles. I floated down the corridor to class.

After school, we ambled home. It was tough to manage books and my bike, with Kelly having to take my arm and manage her books, too. It was the days before backpacks.

We passed a florist. "Wait here!" I said, and dropping my books I ran into the shop.

I emerged with a single red rose and presented it to her. I was rewarded with a smile and shining eyes. "Justin, it's beautiful!" She went up on her toes and kissed my cheek. We continued to amble.

When we got to her house, Kelly announced to her mother what she had invited me for. To her credit, Mom never blinked and welcomed me warmly, asking if I liked chicken. I said yes, and Kelly and I proceeded to spread books on the living room floor, sitting side-by-side and immediately engaging in the tons of homework we both had. From time to time we'd take a break and chat. Mom was busy doing this and that, so we weren't free to express romantic interest other than in small talk. We made greater progress on homework that we'd anticipated, and by the time Dad got home from work, we were nearly done.

"Daddy, look what Justin gave me!" Kelly said, bringing the rose she to show him.

"That's lovely, Kelly," he said, and looking at me, he winked and smiled. "I'm starved. Is dinner almost ready?"

"Yes, dear," said Mom, "Justin's joining us."

"Great," said Dad. "Let me change clothes."

Over dinner, we talked mostly about me. It was more of the gentle interrogation I had gotten last night. I talked about being on the basketball team. Dad had played, too, so he and I quickly lost the ladies with a discussion of tactics, picks, rolls, gives, goes, and rebounding. Mom asked me about my family, and I was pretty careful there, and it showed. She was sensitive enough not to press the subject. Kelly talked about homework, school, and having trouble concentrating on the last few weeks of work before graduation. That led to a long conversation about graduation and everyone's plans.

After dinner, Kelly said, "Mom and Dad, Justin has been coaching me to improve my belching, but I'll spare you a demonstration. It might hurt your ears!"

"Thank you, my sweet daughter," said Dad, with mock relief, "I'm glad Justin is showing you the finer side of life."

"He is, but I've already told him I'll never belch as well as he does. Show us, Justin!"

I know I blushed a deep red, "Are you kidding?"

"Oh, now he gets shy!" said Kelly, laughing.

"It's just as well," said Mom, "If you can hurt our ears, he might bring the house down!"

"Mom, we're going to take a walk to let dinner settle before we finish homework," said Kelly, standing up.

"Shouldn't we do dishes first," I asked, standing up and taking my plate.

"I'll make a deal," said Mom, "Help me clear plates and I'll take care of dishes. You two have better things to do. Take that walk."

"Deal, Mom."

It only took us a moment to clear the table, and then we went out into the cool night air. Kelly wore a loose sweatshirt that hid her uppermost assets, but her jeans looked like they'd been spray-painted on. We walked around the block, arm-in-arm and talking about the dinner conversation. It was starting to get dark.

"Do you think the neighbors would mind if I kissed you?" I asked.

"Nope, and I thought you'd never ask!" Kelly said. I moved to kiss her, and she stopped me. "Wait," she said, hand pressing my chest, "Mom gave me a suggestion." She led me to the curb. Facing me, she stood on the curb while I stood lower in the street. "Mom suggested that I should stand on a step to kiss you so that I would be taller!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled.




Kelly Ch. 04



"No, she didn't really!" 

"Yes, she really did!" said Kelly, starting to laugh.

"Did you tell her you'd already figured that out?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?"

"Did you tell her that it's easier from higher up to climb up my body, lower yourself on me, and make love to me?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, Justin," she replied mockingly, "I told her how I wrapped my legs around you, sank on your big cock, and rocked you until you filled me with your cum."

"I bet you didn't."

"I bet I didn't either. But in a way I wanted to, because it was so delicious."

"I know what you mean. "

"We're wasting time. Kiss me." I did, a sweet, gentle kiss. Just one, and we continued walking. "I'd be happy to give them a show," I said.

"Hmm. Feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's tough to concentrate on homework when I'm as hard as I was."

Kelly giggled, "I noticed."

"You were looking?" I said, surprised.

"I look at your crotch a lot, sir knight. It contains an object of my love."

"I wish you could love it." I said wistfully.

"An advantage of growing up in this neighborhood is that I know all the shortcuts. Come with me." She took my hand and led me through several yards. We arrived at the back of a garage. It was secluded. "This is our garage," Kelly said as she backed me up against the garage wall, "No one can see us here."

"But there's no step for you," I said, looking around.

"Don't need one for what I had in mind." She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants. In a moment, they were at my knees and she hungrily sucked my cock. I looked down to see her head bobbing as she stroked me with her lips. She came off with a pop, and began licking the shaft along its entire length, looking up at me to see my reaction. I leaned back against the garage wall.

"Kelly, that's so good!" I panted.

"Not done yet," and she resumed sucking me, taking my cock ever deeper into her mouth. Then, her nose touched my pubic hair, and once again she had taken all of my hard inches. She slowly raised off, and then slowly went down. She slowly raised off and came up for air for a minute.

"I'm remembering when you made love to me sooo slowly. I want to do that to you with my mouth." She resumed, taking me all the way with agonizing slowness.

I remembered that time, when her body seemed to melt into mine, and every inch of us touched each other. How I'd refused the urge to quicken, and finally had held out, slowly sinking in one last time to explode inside her, she arching in orgasm.

Well, that was enough fantasy for me. She went down, swallowing me, and without warning I exploded in her throat. She gagged less than the last time, and managed to hold every drop. She backed off and worked hard sucking just my head as I continued to spurt gobs, stroking my shaft with her hand.

"Oh, Kelly, that was so good!" I said, weak in the knees.

"I'm glad you liked it. I'm so happy I could do that for you," she said, as she dragged my pants back up my legs. "We should probably get home. We've been gone a while."

"I think I can walk," I joked. "Do we just appear in the back yard?"

"We probably could, but I won't chance it. There's a short way around front."

We walked and giggled. Back at her house, I gathered my books. I thanked her parents for dinner. Kelly walked me outside. At my bike, we faced each other.

"Is Mom watching?" I asked.

"Probably. Why?"

I sank to my knees, and face-to-face, I put my free arm around her neck and planted a big, wet kiss on her lips.

"Justin, I can't believe you're doing this!" she laughed.

"Mom wants my shoes under her bed. Too bad, Mom, you only get to watch!"

"She'll be OK with this," Kelly said mostly to reassure herself. "Especially when I tell her it was for her consumption."

"You mean you didn't like it?" I said with a hurt tone.

"I prefer not to be slobbered," she said, wiping her mouth with her arm.

"It was part of the sound effects," I replied. "I thought a big smack was important."

We laughed and hugged. "Thank you for a nice evening." I said.

"I'm glad you could come," she said with a sly smile.

"Me, too. See you tomorrow."

The next day at school was just as awful. My distraction was complete. I made up for it by seeking Kelly out after every class. I would come up to her and whisper "I love you" in her ear. Homework load was a killer, so we agreed that seeing each other that night would be impossible.

About eight, though, our phone rang. 

"Hello?"

"Ice cream."

"Kelly?"

"Now." There was a sharp edge in her voice.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

She was waiting in the driveway when I arrived. I jumped out to open her door, but she beat me to it. I backed out and we drove away.

"Skip the ice cream," she said curtly, "Go straight to the pond."

"Yes, m'am," I answered respectfully, "Kelly, what's wrong?" She was silent. No matter what I said, she was silent. She didn't move over next to me, she wouldn't even look at me. We parked in our spot overlooking the pond.

As soon as we were parked, Kelly undid her seatbelt, and stripped off her sweatshirt and jeans. No underwear. She was completely naked beside me.

"You have until I count to ten to get your clothes off and get over here."

"What?"

"Just do it! Don't waste time!"

I obliged, and moved over, sitting in the middle of the bench seat. She actually counted out loud! As soon as I moved over, Kelly turned, straddled me, and dropped herself on my cock, sinking up to the hilt. She kissed me passionately, and ground my cock into her pussy. She did that melting thing, where she made every inch of her body press into mine. She moaned and gasped as she rode me - short strokes to keep pressed against me. For my part, I held her tight and kissed back, wondering why she felt so urgent, why she was so eager to make love. We loved away, our skin touching all along our chests and bellies. What was wrong? I thought. What had brought this on? Why did I sense such urgency? Why had she seemed so distracted and upset from the moment she had called? I had no answers. Her kisses were deep as her tongue probed my mouth with passion even Kelly had not shown before. She rocked and rocked as I filled her with my hardness. 

And then, I felt an incredible sense of warmth and love. I knew that I had to give to Kelly now. I had to show her just how much I loved her. I had to be the giver. In some sense, she was taking because she had to. I didn't know why, but it didn't matter. I could feel her nipples against my chest. I would have loved to kiss them, but she wouldn't let go, and clung to me closely. Her breathing quickened, and I could tell she was building towards a strong orgasm. I tried to focus my entire being on feeling our touching skin, on feeling myself inside her. I didn't want to just give her my cum, I wanted her to receive every last bit of myself. I made love to her with a strength of heart that didn't translate into frantic movement, but rather to an intensity of making what we were doing love. She rode me ever more urgently, moaning louder in rhythm of our stroking. It built and built within her, I could feel her body tightening as she approached climax. 

Then, she did it to me again, and in my own intensity I was ready for it. She broke our kiss and tongued my ear, breathing hot wet breath and French kissing it. It worked. I came hard inside her as she, too, came, gripping me even tighter and clamping me with her pussy muscles. I thought the hardness would be squeezed out of me, and her muscles contracted in a frantic rhythm, milking every last drop. It seemed I felt my cock expand and grow as it spasmed its essence deep inside my beautiful lady. It went on forever, as if I were having multiple orgasms with her. I couldn't stop ejaculating. Finally, spent, we clung to each other. We were silent for a long time. Then, I felt warm tears on my cheek. She was crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked, the concern I'd felt since the phone call now surfacing.

"I needed you so badly," she sobbed, "I wanted to make love to you so much."

"Any special reason why? Not that I'm complaining. But I was so worried by the way you were acting."

"You sweet man! You came to me every period today to whisper that you loved me! Every time you did, I could barely walk, I was so weak in the knees. Everybody knew something was wrong, but I wouldn't tell them. I could feel myself blushing."

"Was I wrong to do that?" I asked, a little confused.

"Not at all!" she said, smiling through tears, "It was another of those wonderfully romantic things that you do that makes me so incredibly happy!" And she sobbed again.

"So should I interpret these as happy tears?" I asked, starting to feel relieved.

"Yes, my deepest love, and there's more," she snuffed. I had Kleenex in the glove compartment. I took them out and handed them to her. She blew her nose.

"I had to tell someone about how I felt. So, Mom and I had a Mother-Daughter Chat."

"You're kidding. What did you say?"

"I told her about you. How you're fun, and nice, and romantic. And then I told her that I was falling in love with you, and that you felt the same way about me. I told her about the beach."

"The beach! What did she say?"

"Wait, there's more. I told her we made love."

"WHAT!"

"I told her we made love at the beach."

"Kelly, what did you say?"

"I told her about you brushing my hair for an hour. I said that having you do that was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever done for me."

"Yes? And?"

"And I told her that I asked you to take my virginity." Kelly said.

"What did she say?"

"She asked if we had sex. I said no."

"Huh? You said no?"

"I told her that you said that you wouldn't have sex with me, but that you'd only make love to me. I told her that you insisted that I recognize the difference."

"What did she say?"

"She was blown away. She was impressed with you, young man."

"Then what?"

"I told her that I practically raped you!"

"No!"

"Yes! She asked me if I enjoyed it."

"Did you?"

"Silly question! I said it was even more wonderful than brushing my hair. I told her I loved it."

"What did she say?"

"She cried. She hugged me and told me to be careful. But she told me that she understood." Kelly smiled. Then she giggled.

"What?" I asked.

"She asked me how big you were," Kelly kept giggling.

"Oh, God!"

"I told her the truth. I said you were huge."

"You didn't!"

"I did!"

"What did she say?"

"She asked me if they should go away again this weekend. I said yes, of course. I think I made her horny and she's going to take Dad somewhere screw his lights out all weekend. She said that for you to do that beach thing so early after we started dating showed an incredible romantic streak, and that you were a keeper, and that she'd help. Mom's something."

"Am I long enough to be a keeper?" I asked with mock innocence. She wiggled and moved on my still-hardness inside her.

"I think so. It sure feels like it to me. When we get home, I'll measure to see if you're longer than the legal minimum."

"Are you going to string me up, or am I catch-and-release?"

"You're a catch, and don't ever expect me to let you go."

"I don't ever want to be let go." And with that, I had to kiss her. "Kelly, I keep thinking that I could never love you more than I do this instant, and then the instant passes and I love you even more!"

"Justin, don't ever stop." She was really crying now. I handed her a new Kleenex.

I have fallen completely and totally in love with this fictional woman, having drafted these four parts in as many days. Feedback is always appreciated. There is one more part before we let this lady and her knight ride off into the sunset.



Kelly Ch. 05



Parts 1 through 4 are entertaining, but not mandatory before reading this. There is an Amanda that fits the physical description (she is a lovely lady), but her role in this story is completely fictional. 

I hope you have enjoyed the earlier parts of this work of complete fiction, and enjoy this one, too.

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The days dragged by in school when all I wanted was to spend time with Kelly. It was so nice just to be with her, talk to her, hold her hand. I wanted to make love with her, too, but we didn't spend time alone for the rest of the week. 

Kelly's parents would be gone Saturday night, and she wanted me over for dinner. I couldn't wait, and Saturday morning passed too slowly. 

Saturday afternoon, my phone rang.

"Justin?"

"Yes?"

"This is Amanda. Amanda Burke?"

Amanda Burke! Another object of lust throughout my high school years. Calling me? I pictured her: a full six feet tall, she was built like a runway model with incredibly long legs, world-class tush, slim waist, and a nice chest. And she had one of the most beautiful faces on the planet. Very long, straight blonde hair, large grey eyes, high cheekbones and luscious lips. She was the type of gorgeous that made any male drool. 

I remembered one day at school when I had rounded a corner only to be confronted by a perfect ass on someone squatting to retrieve books from the bottom of a locker. Tight jeans hugged every curve. Then, when she stood up, she just kept rising and rising to her full six feet, with a wonderful hourglass shape now on full display from behind, pale hair hanging down almost to her waist. A pleasant memory. 

Amanda was nearly thrown out of school for wearing a miniskirt so short the guys later joked that we could have walked underneath it without ducking. I remember the legs on display with that skirt. The administration wanted her to go home and change. The guys held a protest outside principal's office. It was 1973, when such protests were pretty common. The guys won, and I remember seeing her in the cafeteria, up on her toes to reach something, the skirt climbing higher. I later had many a wonderful fantasy of coming up behind her, peeling down her panties, and fucking her with that skirt on. She was a long-time object of my fantasies. One time, I almost hit my ceiling when I ejaculated, thinking about her while jerking off.

But what could she want with me?

"Hi. What's up?" I asked.

"Justin, are you doing anything this afternoon? I need help with math before the final next week."

"Uh, sure, I could help, I guess." Knights can never resist a damsel in distress, and besides, I was good at math.

"Great! How soon can you be here?"

"Let me gather my stuff and I'll come right over."

"OK. Do you know where I live?"

"Yeah." Four years of lust didn't pass without research.

"Thank you, Justin. It'll be worth your while. See you soon!"

Now, what did that mean? I gathered my book and slide rule (no calculators yet) and drove over. I thought about Kelly. I needed to be on time for supper. Would she understand? Would she be jealous or mad at me? It was too late, I'd have to handle it. Why was I even doing this?

I was definitely not prepared when Amanda met me at the door in a very skimpy flowered bikini and a short white terrycloth robe, open at the front. Her hair fell loosely on the robe, framing her beautiful face. Her body was in the same style as Kelly's: built for speed rather than comfort, and just as incredible. She caught me staring.

"Like what you see?"

"I'm sorry, Amanda, I didn't mean to stare."

"It's OK. I like it when men admire my body."

Gulp. What was going on? "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Come on in," she said, opening the screen door, "Do you want something to drink?"

I walked in the entryway. It was a nice house in the better part of town. Amanda's family was well-off. "No, thanks, not right now. Let's get to work."

"I'm using the den," she said, "Walk this way." And she led me down the hall. Like the old joke, I watched her move and thought to myself that I wouldn't dare walk that way.

Once in the den, she plopped on the floor by a math book, already open, with her papers spread around. She patted the floor beside her and gave me one of the most radiant smiles I've ever seen. I sat cross-legged beside her.

We chatted. I had never really talked to her before, never having been able to overcome my painful shyness and insecurity. She talked about tennis - she was a ranked player, and horseback riding, which she loved. I imagined her for a moment as Lady Godiva, naked on a white horse with her long blonde hair. 

I talked about school, going to college, and basketball. She was nice. Really nice. I was having a good time. A lot of time passed. I thought about Kelly and decided that we'd better get to work.

"I just don't get this stuff," she said with consternation.

We worked through several problems. She was smart, and a quick learner. She was getting the hang of it. Or, she already had the hang of it and didn't really need math help.

I was explaining a problem when I suddenly realized that she had shifted slightly, and gotten much closer. In fact, her bikini-clad breast was gently rubbing my arm. It moved as she breathed. It felt really good.

Then I smelled it. TABU was by no means an expensive perfume, but to me it was pheromones in a bottle. TABU never failed to excite me. And here was Amanda Burke, my heartthrob, pressing into my arm and smelling of TABU. Wow.

"I don't really understand how you use a slide rule for this problem. Can you show me?" With that, she moved over and snuggled in to sit between my legs, pressed against me. The only way I could hold the slide rule was with my arms around her, and my chin over her shoulder to see. Her long blonde hair tickled my nose, but smelled so good. Clean hair and TABU. Dynamite.

"Show me," she said, and put her hands on my knees. I showed her how to use the slide rule for that problem, and for several others that she asked me about. She was attentive, but once again I got the sense that she understood more than she was letting on. Her hands now rubbed the outsides of my thighs. I was wearing gym shorts, and she tickled a little when she rubbed. It felt really good. My head spun.

"Justin, let's take a break."

"Good idea."

"Now would you like something to drink?"

"Sure," I replied, "What are my choices?"

"I have a bottle of champagne I could open."

I was stunned. Champagne? "Champagne? That's for celebrations." The old days. When they tried having the drinking age be eighteen.

"I feel like celebrating," she said, "It's left over from my 18th birthday. And besides, I've finally gotten you here."

My head reeled. Finally gotten me here? Amanda Burke! Finally getting ME here? This was weird.

"No thanks, Amanda," I said, "I don't drink. A Coke would be fine."

She looked disappointed, a little pout furrowing her brow. "Are you sure? It's French! And it would be fun to celebrate!" She looked at me with those grey eyes. I have always been a sucker for beautiful eyes and long hair. I could feel my toes melting. I needed to remember to inhale. I did. TABU. Inhaling didn't help.

"Yes, Amanda, I'm sure. A Coke would be just fine."

She got up and moved - I can't say 'walked' because 'walked' just doesn't describe it - out of the room. She returned a minute later with two Cokes. Setting them on the end table just in reach, she sat next to me on the floor.

"Justin, you're a nice guy!"

"Ouch! Said as if you're surprised!"

"No, I didn't mean it that way. I've just never really talked to you before today, and now I know what I've been missing. A really nice guy who's also really tall."

"Thank you, Amanda. I think you're a nice guy, too."

"Oh, stop it!" and she slapped my arm. We laughed.

"Don't worry, Amanda, you're about as far away from being a guy as anyone I can imagine. "

"When's your birthday?" she asked.

"Just after Christmas," I said.

"You mean you're a Capricorn?" she asked brightly. "That's perfect! I'm a Taurus."

So was Kelly, and Kelly had said that it didn't get better than a match up of a Capricorn with a Taurus. Trouble. I could smell it beneath her perfume. Did I want trouble? Was that why I was here?

"Why haven't you ever asked me out?" she asked, looking through me with those incredible grey eyes.

"To be honest, I have always been too afraid."

"Too afraid? Am I that scary?" She moved even closer, her breast pressing my bicep.

"No, I'm that shy," I said, averting my eyes. I couldn't hold her gaze and smell her perfume at the same time.

"What is there to be shy about? I'm only a girl," she said, laughing a sparkling laugh, and squeezing my arm.

"Amanda Burke, saying that you're only a girl is like calling the Mona Lisa only a painting, or a Ferrari only a car," I said.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Rejection. Being laughed at. Making a fool of myself. It petrifies me to call a girl. What if her parents answer the phone? It's scared me for all high school. It's why I've never really dated."

"I wouldn't have rejected you or laughed at you," she said quietly, looking at me steadily. "I wish you had called me. Or talked to me in school. It feels like we've wasted four years."

"Amanda, if the truth should be known, I've had a crush on you for four years."

"You have? And you've never done anything about it?"

"Nothing," I said, "other than lust from afar."

"So, it's lust is it? Shouldn't I say something about liking the person inside?" she said with a lilt to her voice that was intoxicating. 

"But I don't know the real you. So I could only lust after the you that I saw. And to be honest, there was a lot of lust. I used to go find you in the halls between classes just to see you. I snuck a peek at your schedule in Guidance so I would know where to go each period. It was a pretty serious crush."

"Justin, that's so sweet! You did that? Just to see me? I'm really flattered. But all the more disappointed that you never acted on it." Her smile could light up the night sky, and it was beamed directly at me. Whew. I could feel sweat on my brow.

She leaned in still further, and I realized that the smell of TABU originated between her breasts. I looked down at her bikini inside the terry robe. There they were, all right. Two of the loveliest breasts imaginable, only inches away, barely covered by flowered material. As she leaned forward, she hunched her shoulders a little in a way that accentuated her cleavage.

She caught me again. "Like what you see?" she smiled knowingly.

"If I didn't, I'd be dead," I said, looking away. "But I'm sorry, and I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be," she said gently. She reached out and stroked my cheek. "My parents are gone until late. Let's spend some time together. You can get to know the me inside. And maybe act on those lusty feelings." With that, she leaned in a little more and brushed her lips against mine. It was as if she were plugged into the wall. I felt what seemed to be an electric shock at the touch of her lips. Incredible.

"Justin," she said, pulling back, "I noticed you long ago, and I have wanted to be with you for a long time. Now I find you're nice, too. I want to know what it's like to date somebody much taller than me! I want to wear heels!" She giggled.

"I've always wanted to date someone as tall as you. And as beautiful."

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment." She beamed another steel-melting smile. When she did, her eyes had a sparkle that lit up the world. My toes curled.

"You may call it a compliment. I call it the truth."

Unbelievable! One of the most beautiful women in the world, wanting me! She moved in again, kissing me. 

Her mouth felt so soft. Talk about dreams come true! Once again, I felt like there was electricity in her lips. Mine literally buzzed. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue. That made me wake up a little.

I pulled away. "Amanda, I'm sorry, but there's somebody else in my life."

"That's OK," she purred, "I'll never tell." And she closed in again. Her hand found its way behind my head. She pulled me close and tried to kiss me deeply.

I pulled back and stood up. "It's not like that. No matter how beautiful you are, and how sexy you are, I can't. No matter how much I have liked you before, it's not right to do anything now. I can't betray her trust." I was working hard to say that. Amanda was completely sexy. Completely intoxicating. 

Lust welled up, and I could feel the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other. It wasn't clear which would win.

"She never needs to know," Amanda said, "What happens here stays between us." She dropped her terrycloth robe. She stood up before me, wearing only the smallest bits of cloth. I took in her body. Wonderful breasts, tight tummy flaring to slim hips and incredible, long, well-muscled legs. I love it when you can see just a little curve of the belly and just a little protrusion of hip bones, all coming together with a tightness that makes you want to spend hours kissing and licking the tummy regions. Amanda had it all, perfectly. So did Kelly. I had to remember to breathe.

"I can't Amanda. Please don't make this harder for me."

"No one else ever needs to know. And Justin, I want you." She moved closer. She pressed the full length of her exquisite body against mine. Her perfume was thick, and made me dizzy. Or something was making me dizzy. "I know you want me, too," she whispered in my ear, "And I want you so badly," she slipped her arms around my neck. I felt weak in the knees.

"Ooh, Justin! She had a hand around my neck, she whispered fiercely in my ear. "I'm ready to love you. I want to love you until you beg me to stop. And I'm ready to take care of you better than anyone you've ever had, especially Kelly." She squeezed me passionately, kissing my neck, biting and sucking it, nibbling my ear. I noticed I wasn't pulling away. I was entranced, completely under her spell. I was losing. Then, what she said hit me. I backed away fast.

I gaped. Her eyes went wide and she clapped her hands over her mouth. She realized her mistake, which gave it all away.

"How do you know about Kelly?" I said, suddenly angry.

"I heard it through the grapevine," she said, unconvincingly.

"And how do you know if Kelly and I have had sex?" I had to word that carefully.

"Well," she stammered, "I just assumed that you would have. And if you hadn't you were probably frustrated and ready for me."

"It doesn't add up, Amanda. What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, come on. You didn't really need my help with math! Why did you get me here?"

"Because I wanted you."

"Why, all of a sudden, did you decide to take the initiative?"

Amanda started to cry. "Kelly put me up to it. She asked me to see if I could get you to make out with me."

"Why? Why did she ask you?"

"She knows you liked me. I think she thought it was a test."

"And what about you? What if I'd given in?"

"I was ready to give you everything you wanted, Justin," she said, once again looking at me with those incredible eyes, "Because what I said about noticing and wanting you was the truth. I do want you. Forget Kelly, I want you for me."

"So, we could have even gone to bed? You wouldn't have stopped?"

"No," she said in a tiny voice, "And I still won't stop if you want me, because I still want you." She sobbed.

Crying women are my downfall. It's that knight thing. I reached out and held her to me. It was not lost on me that she was essentially without clothing. I stroked her back as I held her. "Amanda, you're about a week too late. If I'd met you before Kelly I would be here, not there, enjoying a dream come true. But that didn't happen, and I'm in love with Kelly. She's been the other girl in my four-year fantasy world, and almost by accident we've gotten together. Amanda, you're basically a nice lady, and incredibly beautiful. I've had a nice time talking to you and getting to know you. You're wonderfully sexy. Really sexy. But you're the second sexiest girl I've ever known. Kelly is the first. But I gotta tell you, double-crossing Kelly isn't good, or honest. Even doing as she asked isn't a nice thing to do to me. What's worse, what do I do now about Kelly?"

"I don't know, Justin," she sniffed and wiped her eyes, "But know this: she's really flipped for you. She cares about you a lot. So be careful, and gentle. And if things don't work out between you two, the invitation is open here." she looked at me deeply with those incredible eyes. Whew. She was alluring. I smelled TABU.

"I'd better go."

"Are you sure, Justin," she said, pressing her long, tall, shapely, nearly-naked body against my long, tall body. I must admit: I had a long, tall erection, too, that I'm sure she could feel as she pressed against me. I had to get out of there fast, before the little head took over all thinking from the big head.

"Yes, Amanda, I'm sure. And thank you. I'm honored, and flattered." I kissed her cheek.

She smiled that breathtaking smile. "She's a lucky lady, Justin. You're pretty special. That makes it all the more disappointing that I didn't win."

I blushed deeply, "Amanda, you almost did." I left her in the den. Was I stupid? Crazy? Or just deeply in love with someone equally as beautiful on the outside and even more beautiful on the inside? I had just passed up the opportunity of a lifetime. And now, I was really mad.

I headed straight to Kelly's. She opened the door, surprised that I was earlier than agreed, and then shocked at what she clearly saw as my anger.

"Kelly! Why? Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Don't give me that. You know what I mean. Setting me up with Amanda Burke."

Her eyes went wide. "She told you?"

"Kelly, I knew something stunk from the moment I got to her house. None of it made any sense. And when I said I couldn't because of you..."

"Couldn't what?" Kelly asked.

"Couldn't go to bed with her," I replied hotly.

"Go to bed? It had gotten that far?" Now Kelly seemed mad.

"No, it hadn't gotten that far. But she all but offered, and I refused."

"She wouldn't have done it," Kelly said confidently.

"Don't be so sure," I said, "She basically admitted that she would double-cross you to get me."

Kelly's eyes went wide again. "That bitch! She said that?"

"Yup. She said she'd had her eye on me for a long time. And that you knew I had had a crush on her before you and I got together. Was it the truth? Would she really have screwed me? I don't know, but it sure sounded like it. And Kelly, let's face it, she's an incredibly beautiful and sexy girl. Did you know that she's a Taurus, too? I'm still not sure what that means, but it seems important to both of you. It was a ready-made disaster except for one thing."

"What's that?" asked Kelly, tears streaming down her face.

"I LOVE YOU, YOU JERK!" I shouted loud enough for the whole neighborhood.

She burst into tears. I held her close, but I was still steaming mad. She burrowed into my chest, her hands over her eyes as she sobbed. I'd had enough of crying women for one day.

"Justin, I didn't want to hurt you. But I needed to know."

"Know what? That I'm human? That I can be tempted just like anyone else? That in the end I love you more than even Amanda Burke could tempt me?"

"I needed to know that you're not a jerk," Kelly said, sobbing.

"Why can't you trust me? Why can't we be happy and love each other? Why did you have to do this?"

"I don't know. I guess it's hard for me to trust, too. I don't know."

"What would you have done if I'd screwed her?"

Her voice was tiny. "I would have died."

"So what am I supposed to do now?" I asked, still pretty angry.

"Forgive me? I'm so sorry, Justin."

"I'm so sorry, Justin," I said, a mocking tone entering my voice. "Somehow that just doesn't do it."




Kelly Ch. 05



"Can't we forget it?" she pleaded, "With my parents gone for the night again, I was so looking forward to spending time with you."

"I don't know, Kelly. I just don't know. This is pretty serious."

"No, Justin! Please! Stay with me! I have dinner planned! I want to be with you! Don't leave me!"

"Amanda says I'm welcome back if I leave you," I said.

"NO! NO! I want you so much!" She was really crying now.

I paused and tried to think. I tried to feel, and know my feelings. What was best? What should I do? What should I say? It came to me. The answer was really very clear, and had been, if I could only see it. I saw it now. I knew what had to be done. In the end, I knew how I felt, and I had to act on it. "Kelly, I can't let this go unpunished. You have to learn a lesson from this."

She looked at me, a little fearfully, through her tears. "Punished?"

"Yes, Kelly, punished."

She wore a silk scarf as a belt over a long white shirt, and another knotted around her neck, which happened to look incredibly sexy. But I had other ideas on my mind. A plan took shape. "Come with me." I took her by the hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom. There, I took of the scarf from around her neck, and the other from around her waist. I moved closer and unbuttoned the shirt. I took it off. She was looking at me quizzically.

"Take of your panties," I said stonily. She did, and stood before me naked. "Get on the bed."

She lay on the bed, looking at me. I took one scarf, and grabbing her hand roughly, tied it to one of the brass bedposts. I did the same with the other scarf. She was spread-eagled on the bed, her hands tightly tied. Her naked body splayed before me. She looked a little scared.

"Justin, what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Last time, I said I'd only stop if you begged for mercy. This time I won't be so kind." With that, I moved to one of her hands and kissed it. I sucked each finger. Slowly, I started to work my way down her arm, kissing and softly licking her skin. I stopped and burrowed my face into the inside of her elbow. I kissed her bicep and moved closer to her shoulder. I pressed my nose into her armpit and inhaled her smell. I kissed. I licked. She made soft moaning sounds. I kissed her shoulder. I kissed her neck. She tried to turn her face to kiss me but I moved out of the way and she couldn't reach. I kissed her jaw line. I touched her only with my lips. 

I got off the bed. She watched me as I pulled my shirt over my head. She could see that my erection put a huge bulge in my gym shorts. I pulled them down, slowly, giving her a show as I looked her steadily in the eye. She was looking at my crotch. Then, I pulled down my briefs. My erection sprang out at full attention. Off went my socks and shoes and I was naked before her. She stared at my body, and writhed a little against the scarves that bound her hands.

I knelt beside her on the bed, and leaned down to kiss her collarbones. Then I leapt over her to kneel on the other side, and slowly kissed up the other side of her neck, her jaw line, her shoulder. I worked my way with my lips down her arm, pausing at her armpit, her elbow, finally, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, getting to her tied hand. I kissed each finger.

She was breathing heavily. "Too bad for you," I said, "I've only just started!"

I took my hands and cradled her face, and slowly moved them down the sides of her neck. I felt her shoulders, crossed over her upraised arms, and put my hands under her shoulder blades, kneeling by her side, my erection pointing towards her face. My hands came to the top of her chest, my fingers on her collarbones. Then slowly, ever so slowly, my hands moved down to the tops of her breasts, from where they first emerged in delightful curve from her upper chest. She arched her back, wanting me to take her nipples, but I wouldn't do that yet. My schedule, not hers. Slowly, with firm pressure I moved my hands down her breasts until I cupped them both, her now firmly erect nipples between my thumbs and the meat of my hands. I squeezed them gently and she sighed, arching her back again. I moved my hands in a circular motion, caressing both her beautiful breasts. I leaned down and kissed her collarbones, and then slowly started to kiss my way down her chest between her breasts. Then, again ever so slowly, I worked my way up each breast with my lips, now kissing, now licking, now just dragging moist lips on her skin. I took each nipple in my mouth - just the tip of each nipple, and tickled it with my tongue while I held it in my lips. She gasped and writhed, wanting me to use a firmer touch. Nope. I was in total control. 

I swung a leg over her, and now sat on her hips. She could feel my balls on her. I took both her breasts in my hands, and held them so her nipples poked out. I leaned down and licked them like lollipops, one after the other. I could feel my cock rubbing on her stomach and chest, and I knew she could feel it, too, so I stroked a little and she moaned. But I was far from done, far from ready to give her what she so clearly wanted, needed. I kept kissing her nipples for a long time. Then, as I kissed the skin of her breasts I pinched her nipples hard with my fingers. That brought her to climax and she bucked and cried out and moved against her tied scarves. But I had tied them well and she couldn't escape, and I had her pinned to the mattress with my body.

"Kelly, you tested me, and I passed," I said, looking into her eyes. "To be honest, it wasn't easy and I almost lost. We almost lost. But at the right time I knew how much I love you. Your punishment is for me to spend as long as I want to show you just how deeply I love you, without you being able to do anything about it. I love you with all my heart, my beautiful lady, and I'm a long way from being done showing you." She shuddered in what I to this day believe was an orgasm. Tears streamed out the sides of her eyes.

Still holding her nipples, I resumed kissing her skin, first between her breasts, but then moving down just a little. I cupped her breasts again, slowly working my lips down to her belly, kissing and caressing her with my mouth and tongue. When I reached her belly button, I spent the longest time tonguing her and kissing her there. I kissed the sides of her tummy; I kissed above and just barely below her navel. Her skin was so firm, she tasted so good.

But it was clearly torture for her as she writhed and moaned beneath my touch.

I scootched down and pinned her knees, which let me reach her hips with my mouth. I kissed and caressed and licked. Then, I moved to free her legs, which I spread with my hands, holding her thighs firmly. I looked at her pussy lips, which were dripping with her juices, running down and already making a wet spot on the comforter.

I sucked her toes. I moved my lips up her feet, first one and them the other, kneeling before her. I kissed her ankles, inside and out. I licked the bottom of her feet and she screamed and giggled from being so ticklish.

"No laughing during punishment!" I said. But it was tough for me to keep a straight face.

I worked on each leg, running my tongue up her calf, going back to suck her toes. Each leg. It was like giving her legs blowjobs, all tongue and lips and sucking.

I kissed the backs of her knees. I kissed her kneecaps. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thighs. She was whimpering, she wanted me to eat her so badly. I still gripped her hamstrings and controlled what she could do with her legs. I kissed the tops of her thighs, running my tongue up and down her tight muscles.

Still holding her legs, I plopped on my belly, my nose practically in her snatch. She moaned and begged me to bury my face in her muff.

"No talking!" I said gruffly. What I felt, though, was deep, all-consuming love for this little girl. My heart felt like it filled my chest.

I licked and nibbled her hamstrings. I pushed her legs forward, her knees in her chest, and kissed her ass cheeks.

I settled before her pussy lips. The smell of her musk even beat TABU. I stuck out my tongue and barely touched her lips. Kelly shuddered. I touched again and she gasped. Again, and she moaned and writhed against the scarves, and tried to push herself down onto my mouth. But no, I was in control. I gave her a few more flicks with my tongue. She writhed.

Then, without warning, I said "Kelly, I love you so unbelievably much!" and clamped my mouth firmly on her pussy. She screamed and instantly climaxed, pressing her legs around my ears and bucking while the spasms rocked her body. In return, I clamped my mouth on her again and stuck my tongue as deeply between her pussy lips as I could. Then I licked up, caressing her with my tongue. I did that over and over, licking in long strokes. Her excitement grew, and I knew she was building to another climax. I kept it up, and she exploded in my face again, shuddering. I lapped up her juices, and began nibbling her pussy lips with my lips. Gently, but firmly.

Then, in the midst of nibbling, I planted my mouth directly on her clit and sucked, twiddling her erect nub with my tongue as I did. Her response was an immediate scream and orgasm in my face, bucking like a bronco as she gripped my head with her legs. I went along for the ride. I was losing count of how many times she had cum. I kept on eating her for two or three more solid climaxes. Kelly panted and cried little cries of pleasure.

I wasn't done yet. Putting my elbows underneath, I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off the bed, raising her pussy to where I had even greater access and could shove my tongue in deeper. I ate and licked her with abandon, kissing and sucking her lips, nibbling them with my lips and even with my teeth. I licked her clit hard, and she arched even further. She was so little, and her precious body so lithe. I could prop on my elbows and keep her in raised snacking position forever, I thought. So, I continued to snack on her. It drove her wild, as she pulled against the silk scarves binding her and pressed herself into my face. It almost seemed like she was having a continuous orgasm.

"Justin, please stop! I can't take any more!" She pleaded.

"Sorry, my lady," I said, "But sir knight shows no mercy this day in giving her his love," I resumed snacking.

"Mercy! Please! Mercy!"

"I am sorry, my lady, but there is no mercy given to naughty girls." I laughed a mock evil laugh. "And there are other punishments you must endure."

I rose to my knees, and straddling her, moved up her body until my hard cock was only inches away from her face.

"Like what you see?" I asked, just like Amanda, but Kelly didn't know that. She could only nod, staring at my member. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, bending her neck so that it lined up with my cock. I moved forward and she took me in her mouth. She tried to suck and fondle my dick with her tongue, but as soon as she did I withdrew. She whimpered and reached out with her tongue, trying to get to me. I moved forward and buried my cock in her mouth again. She clamped her lips on me and sucked hungrily, and I let her, needing the release. But I didn't plan on cumming in her mouth. We did that for a while. I would let her taste me and suck me a little, but not long enough to where I was ready to cum. Each time I put my cock in her mouth she would take her tongue and circle my head, and then try to take me deeper, collapse her cheeks, and suck me hard. I looked down to see this beautiful woman, arms upraised and hands tied, sucking my shaft. I loved to see her lips taking me in, see her tongue lap my shaft, see her cheeks drawn in as I felt her suck. Her mouth felt so wet, soft, and warm as she took me. I was sitting on her breasts, which I could feel against my thighs, hard nipples pressing against me.

I moved down and caressed her breasts with the head on my dick, rubbing it across her nipples, over her skin, in her cleavage. With my cock between them, I could take my hands and press her flesh against me, a tit-fuck. I stroked her chest like that, ending each forward stroke where she took my head with her lips for a momentary suck. Forward and back, I fucked her chest as it heaved with her now almost panting.

I withdrew from her mouth, and kicked out my legs so I was above her in pushup position, my legs outside hers. My cock was now down by her entrance, and it was aching for release. She looked in my eyes deeply, longingly. She wanted my cock, she was desperate for me to fill her. She wormed her legs outside mine and wrapped them around my waist, trying to force me to enter her. But I wouldn't. I put the tip of my throbbing dick at her wet entrance, but I only touched it. She tried to get me inside, but I resisted. I pulled away and she cried out. I touched her again, and she gasped. I withdrew. I did that a few more times, teasing her unmercifully. I was above her with my elbows locked, looking down at her wonderful body as she writhed and tried to get me inside her. Now I had a view of every graceful, delightful, delicious curve that I had just spent so much time kissing and licking. I felt as if I had truly come to know her body, even more than when she would melt against me and I could feel her all along my skin. This was better, even more intimate. I loved doing this for her, loved getting to know every inch, every muscle, every curve.

I was poised at her entrance, the tip of my head gently pressed to her opening. Then suddenly, I rammed my cock home, going deep inside her. Kelly cried out and clenched her legs around me. Then I pulled completely out. Then I rammed it home again, hard. This time, I withdrew very slowly until only the tip was in contact with her pussy lips. Then I rammed it home hard again and withdrew slowly. I kept this up for what seemed like hours. Slow withdrawl, followed by fast, hard rams. Kelly was going wild, loving the feeling of my cock filling her violently. 

I got on my knees between her legs. I cupped her ass cheeks with my hands and lifted her into position. Then, kneeling, I pressed my shaft deep inside her. She arched her back and took the weight off my hands, and thrust back at me. We fucked hard this way, her back and butt in the air, she supporting herself with her neck and feet. Me on my knees, ramming my cock home passionately. She gasped and came hard, shuddering a full-body shudder. I kept thrusting my cock into her drenched pussy. She came again. I loved to feel her cheeks as I gripped them. Loved to look down and see my long shaft going in and out. There was a big damp spot on the bed beneath her. She was so wet and slick. I could feel her pussy walls massaging my penis head. I felt huge. I pulled it out to look at it. I'd never seen it so big or purple. I plunged back in and we kept fucking and fucking.

I was surprised that I had lasted this long, but finally I felt a huge load start to rise. I went closer and closer to the edge. I set Kelly down and lay on top of her, my arms pushed up so I could look at her form, so I could watch us fuck. I went deep into her time and time again, a solid rhythm of thrusts of my prick. I went right to the edge.

Then, I pulled out slowly. "Look at me, Kelly. Look into my eyes. Don't blink. And know that I love you more than you can possibly imagine, and that I will give you all my love right now." She looked at me. And with that, I slowly sank my shaft into her, and when I bottomed out I exploded in an absolutely life-altering, mind-bending way, filling her with spurt after spurt of my seed. All the while, we stared at each other. Kelly arching her back in her own simultaneous orgasm, crying out, but looking at me. It wouldn't stop. I just kept on ejaculating into her, my cock buried as deep as I could put it. I moved my hips in circles, grinding my cock round and round her pussy as I just came and came and came. I saw stars. My vision went fuzzy. I kept looking at her, staring into her eyes, but I couldn't see. I felt like my balls and cock were connected directly to my heart. I loved this little girl so incredibly much! And all I wanted to do was show her my love with my body, my cum. There were tears in the corner of her eyes. Mine fell on her chest. She owned me, body and soul. I would be hers forever.

I untied her hands. She wrapped her arms around me so tightly I didn't think I could breathe. She sobbed and sobbed. I laid on her, supporting my weight on my elbows, but circling her shoulders with my arms. We cried together. She melted into me in her way, so much of our bodies pressing. But we weren't moving this time, it was still, except for our breathing and sobs. I felt so much love for her. 

Of course I forgave her for tempting me with Amanda. I could understand, finding it so hard to trust anyone myself, why she would try something like that. In a way, it made me love her more, because I felt now that I had earned her trust, and that she would feel even freer to love me in return. That's what knights are looking for, I thought. We rescue damsels in distress, but the price we demand in return is undying, passionate love, which we rarely get. I had high hopes with Kelly that we would mount my charger and ride off into the sunset with a lifelong passion between us. In any case, it seemed like a nice idea at that moment, with her body melted against mine.

After a while, I rolled off her and we cuddled, holding each other close. We dozed. After a little while I awoke. I was rock hard again. Kelly was still asleep, now on her belly beside me, I was pressed to her on my side, with my arm across her back. 

I climbed up on top of her back, my legs outside hers. I guided my cock to her entrance and slowly penetrated her. She was still so slick from our lovemaking before that I slid in easily, my cock bottoming out against her cervix. She was awake instantly, and rocked back to raise her butt in the air so I could go deeper. I thrust hard. I established a quick rhythm of hard strokes, withdrawing my cock to where just the head was inside her, then driving deep. She, how can I say this? - chirped with each thrust. A little "Ah" each time I bottomed out. She began countering my thrusts, thrusting her ass back when I'd enter, coming forward when I left. We made love as one body, working together in complete unity. 

But at another level, this was a fuck, too. Not lovemaking. I looked down to see her perfect ass, with my cock disappearing and reappearing from between her pussy lips. Her back, and its hourglass shape in and out of her waist was wonderful. I watched her move as she fucked me in return. Her face still pressed to the pillow, her breasts were likewise settled on the comforter. I could see the curves of their sides. I reached and cupped them, squeezing her nipples and making her gasp with pleasure. She moved against me more urgently as I pinched her nipples. I cupped her breasts and just held them tight. They were so firm, the nipples poking my palms. She was so sinuous, so graceful. It was like watching thick flowing liquid as she impaled herself over and over and over on my long shaft. I grabbed her ass cheeks and rammed her hard again and again. I had stamina now, after that first explosion. I rammed and rammed and pulled her back and forth on my cock. She cried and moaned and came hard. 

I pulled back on her breasts to raise her upright in front of me, sitting back on my haunches, my cock still buried deep. She could now rise and fall along my length. I could easily reach her breasts, which I did, fondling them as we rocked. I reached down and pressed her clit back so it rubbed against my stroking shaft. She cried out and almost immediately came, bucking against me wildly and covering my fingers on her clit with her own, her other hand kneading and squeezing her breast. I massaged her clit, rubbing it in circles while I moved my dick in and out of her most willing, wet pussy.




Kelly Ch. 05



I kept up a furious rhythm of fucking until I could feel my load rising, and then I fucked harder. A few more strokes and I exploded inside Kelly again, ejaculating load after load of sperm. I hugged her back to me, hands around her waist, and held her tight as I gushed inside her. My penis kept contracting, again and again. It didn't seem to want to stop. Kelly felt it and clamped her pussy walls in return, squeezing my cock hard, and making me spasm even more. Finally, spent, we rolled onto our sides as a still-connected unit. Seemingly, in moments we were fast asleep. Just before I nodded off, I looked at the clock. It was four hours after we had started. We missed dinner.

When we awoke the next morning, Kelly looked at me with sleepy eyes. "Is there more punishment?" She smiled weakly, and sleepily. She was exhausted.

"No."

"Too bad," she sighed, "I guess I'll have to be naughty again soon." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

"No, Kelly, please don't," I said between kisses. "This was too awful."

"Punishment was awful?" Kelly asked, confused.

"No it wasn't, but your naughtiness was. Please, Kelly, any time you want punishment like I gave you last night, you need only ask." This time, I kissed her. "I understand about Amanda, and why you did it. I don't like it, and don't ever do anything like that again. But when I realized that it was a way for you to feel safer with me, and freer to love me, the only thing I wanted to do was to punish you the way I did." I kissed her, and held her hard against me.

"I love you, you jerk." She said, coming up for air.

"And I love you, too, jerk. I am yours, Kelly, body and soul, forever and ever. Just like in the movies. I love you more than you could possibly imagine."

"I can imagine a lot! Why, Justin! I do believe your penis is erect!" Kelly looked deep into my eyes, hers full of love. "Whatever shall we do about that?"

Kelly and I have been married 28 years. We survived college, had the struggles most young married couples have, and now our three children are almost grown. I have been completely faithful, never once even remotely tempted by another woman. She, too, has known only me. It has been a fairytale marriage, and I love her even more than I did in high school. Amanda may have thought that Kelly was a lucky lady, but every day I bless my own luck, bless Kelly, and bless all that I have had in this life.

*

Thanks for reading the "Kelly" series, or even just parts of it.

But what if Justin had succumbed to Amanda's considerable charms? Part Six follows. 



Kelly Ch. 06



Parts 1 through 4 are entertaining, but not mandatory before reading this. There is an Amanda that fits the physical description (she is a lovely lady), but her role in this story is completely fictional. I hope you have enjoyed the earlier parts of this work of complete fiction, and enjoy this one, too.

We brought Kelly and Justin to a very happy ending in Part 5. While writing it, however, I wondered if I would have been able to resist Amanda's considerable charms. In this different version of Part 5, we split off into an alternate world. I'll tell you when we do. Let's see what happens. We begin the same as in Part 5.

The days dragged by in school when all I wanted was to spend time with Kelly. It was so nice just to be with her, talk to her, hold her hand. I wanted to make love with her, too, but we didn't spend time alone for the rest of the week. 

Kelly's parents would be gone Saturday night, and she wanted me over for dinner. I couldn't wait, and Saturday morning passed too slowly.  

Saturday afternoon, my phone rang.

"Justin?"

"Yes?"

"This is Amanda. Amanda Burke?"

Amanda Burke! Another object of lust throughout my high school years. Calling me? I pictured her: a full six feet tall, she was built like a runway model with incredibly long legs, world-class tush, slim waist, and nice chest. And she had one of the most beautiful faces on the planet. Very long, straight blonde hair, large grey eyes, high cheekbones and luscious lips. She was the type of gorgeous that made any male drool. 

I remembered one day at school when I had rounded a corner only to be confronted by a perfect ass on someone squatting to retrieve books from the bottom of a locker. Tight jeans hugged every curve. Then, when she stood up, she just kept rising and rising to her full six feet, with a wonderful hourglass shape now on full display from behind, pale hair hanging down almost to her waist. A pleasant memory. 

Amanda was nearly thrown out of school for wearing a miniskirt so short the guys later joked that we could have walked underneath it without ducking. I remember the legs on display with that skirt. The administration wanted her to go home and change. The guys held a protest outside principal's office. It was 1973, when such protests were pretty common. The guys won, and I remember seeing her in the cafeteria, up on her toes to reach something, the skirt climbing higher. I later had many a wonderful fantasy of coming up behind her, peeling down her panties, and fucking her with that skirt on. She was a long-time object of my fantasies. One time, I almost hit my ceiling when I ejaculated, thinking about her while jerking off.

But what could she want with me?

"Hi. What's up?" I asked.

"Justin, are you doing anything this afternoon? I need help with math before the final next week."

"Uh, sure, I could help, I guess." Knights can never resist a damsel in distress, and besides, I was good at math.

"Great! How soon can you be here?"

"Let me gather my stuff and I'll come right over."

"OK. Do you know where I live?"

"Yeah." Four years of lust didn't pass without research.

"Thank you, Justin. It'll be worth your while. See you soon!"

Now, what did that mean? I gathered my book and slide rule (no calculators yet) and drove over. I thought about Kelly. I needed to be on time for supper. Would she understand? Would she be jealous or mad at me? It was too late, I'd have to handle it. Why was I even doing this?

I was definitely not prepared when Amanda met me at the door in a very skimpy flowered bikini and a short white terrycloth robe, open at the front. Her hair fell loosely on the robe, framing her beautiful face. Her body was in the same style as Kelly's: built for speed rather than comfort, and just as incredible. She caught me staring.

"Like what you see?"

"I'm sorry, Amanda, I didn't mean to stare."

"It's OK. I like it when men admire my body."

Gulp. What was going on? "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Come on in," she said, opening the screen door, "Do you want something to drink?"

I walked in the entryway. It was a nice house in the better part of town. Amanda's family was well-off. "No, thanks, not right now. Let's get to work."

"I'm using the den," she said, "Walk this way." And she led me down the hall. Like the old joke, I watched her move and thought to myself that I wouldn't dare walk that way.

Once in the den, she plopped on the floor by a math book, already open, with her papers spread around. She patted the floor beside her and gave me one of the most radiant smiles I've ever seen. I sat cross-legged beside her.

We chatted. I had never really talked to her before, never having overcome my painful shyness and insecurity. She talked about tennis - she was a ranked player, and horseback riding, which she loved. I imagined her for a moment as Lady Godiva, naked on a white horse with her long blonde hair. 

I talked about school, going to college, and basketball. She was nice. Really nice. I was having a good time. A lot of time passed. I thought about Kelly and decided that we'd better get to work.

"I just don't get this stuff," she said with consternation.

We worked through several problems. She was smart, and a quick learner. She was getting the hang of it. Or, she already had the hang of it and didn't really need math help.

I was explaining a problem when I suddenly realized that she had shifted slightly, and gotten much closer. In fact, her bikini-clad breast was gently rubbing my arm. It moved as she breathed. It felt really good.

Then I smelled it. TABU was by no means an expensive perfume, but to me it was pheromones in a bottle. TABU never failed to excite me. And here was Amanda Burke, my heartthrob, pressing into my arm and smelling of TABU. Wow.

"I don't really understand how you use a slide rule for this problem. Can you show me?" With that, she moved over and snuggled in to sit between my legs, pressed against me. The only way I could hold the slide rule was with my arms around her, and my chin on her shoulder to see. Her long blonde hair tickled my nose, but smelled so good. Clean hair and TABU. Dynamite.

"Show me," she said, and put her hands on my knees. I showed her how to use the slide rule for that problem, and for several others that she asked me about. She was attentive, but once again I got the sense that she understood more than she was letting on. Her hands now rubbed the outsides of my thighs. I was wearing gym shorts, and she tickled a little when she rubbed. It felt really good. My head spun.

"Justin, let's take a break."

"Good idea."

"Now would you like something to drink?"

"Sure," I replied, "What are my choices?"

"I have a bottle of champagne I could open."

I was stunned. Champagne? "Champagne? That's for celebrations." The old days. When they tried having the drinking age be eighteen.

"I feel like celebrating," she said, "It's left over from my 18th birthday. And besides, I've finally gotten you here."

My head reeled. Finally gotten me here? Amanda Burke! Finally getting ME here? This was weird.

"No thanks, Amanda," I said, "I don't drink. A Coke would be fine."

She looked disappointed, a little pout furrowing her brow. "Are you sure? It's French! And it would be fun to celebrate!" She looked at me with those grey eyes. I have always been a sucker for beautiful eyes and long hair. I could feel my toes melting. I needed to remember to inhale. I did. TABU. Inhaling didn't help.

"Yes, Amanda, I'm sure. A Coke would be just fine."

She got up and moved - I can't say 'walked' because 'walked' just doesn't describe it - out of the room. She returned a minute later with two Cokes. Setting them on the end table just in reach, she sat next to me on the floor.

"Justin, you're a nice guy!"

"Ouch! Said as if you're surprised!"

"No, I didn't mean it that way. I've just never really talked to you before today, and now I know what I've been missing. A really nice guy who's also really tall."

"Thank you, Amanda. I think you're a nice guy, too."

"Oh, stop it!" and she slapped my arm. We laughed.

"Don't worry, Amanda, you're about as far away from being a guy as anyone I can imagine. "

"When's your birthday?" she asked.

"Just after Christmas," I said.

"You mean you're a Capricorn?" she asked brightly. "That's perfect! I'm a Taurus."

So was Kelly, and Kelly had said that it didn't get better than a match up of a Capricorn with a Taurus. Trouble. I could smell it beneath her perfume. Did I want trouble? Was that why I was here?

"Why haven't you ever asked me out?" she asked, looking at me with those beautiful grey eyes.

"To be honest, I have always been too afraid."

"Too afraid? Am I that scary?" She moved even closer, her breast pressing my bicep.

"No, I'm that shy," I said, averting my eyes. Our eyes were inches away. I couldn't hold her gaze and smell her perfume at the same time.

"What is there to be shy about? I'm only a girl," she said, laughing a sparkling laugh, and squeezing my arm.

"Amanda Burke, saying that you're only a girl is like calling the Mona Lisa only a painting, or a Ferrari only a car," I said.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Rejection. Being laughed at. Making a fool of myself. It petrifies me to call a girl. What if her parents answer the phone? It's scared me for all high school. It's why I've never really dated."

"I wouldn't have rejected you or laughed at you," she said quietly, looking at me steadily. "I wish you had called me. Or talked to me in school. It feels like we've wasted four years."

"Amanda, if the truth should be known, I've had a crush on you for four years."

"You have? And you've never done anything about it?"

"Nothing," I said, "other than lust from afar."

"So, it's lust is it? Shouldn't I say something about liking the person inside?" she said with a lilt to her voice that was intoxicating. 

"But I don't know the real you. So I could only lust after the you that I saw. And to be honest, there was a lot of lust. I used to go find you in the halls between classes just to see you. I snuck a peek at your schedule in Guidance so I would know where to go each period. It was a pretty serious crush."

"Justin, that's so sweet! You did that? Just to see me? I'm really flattered. But all the more disappointed that you never acted on it." Her smile could light up the night sky, and it was beamed directly at me. Whew. I could feel sweat on my brow.

She leaned in still further, and I realized that the smell of TABU originated between her breasts. I looked down at her bikini inside the terry robe. There they were, all right. Two of the loveliest breasts imaginable, only inches away, barely covered by flowered material. As she leaned forward, she hunched her shoulders a little in a way that accentuated her cleavage.

She caught me again. "Like what you see?" she smiled knowingly.

"If I didn't, I'd be dead," I said, looking away. "But I'm sorry, and I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be," she said gently. She reached out and stroked my cheek. "My parents are gone until late. Let's spend some time together. You can get to know the me inside. And maybe act on those lusty feelings." With that, she leaned in a little more and brushed her lips against mine. It was like she was plugged into the wall. I felt what seemed to be an electric shock at the touch of her lips. Incredible.

"Justin," she said, pulling back, "I noticed you long ago, and I have wanted to be with you for a long time. Now I find you're nice, too. I want to know what it's like to date somebody much taller than me! I want to wear heels!" She giggled.

"I've always wanted to date someone as tall as you. And as beautiful."

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment." She beamed another steel-melting smile. When she did, her eyes had a sparkle that lit up the world. My toes curled.

"You may call it a compliment. I call it the truth."

Unbelievable! One of the most beautiful women in the world, wanting me! She moved in again, kissing me. 

Her mouth felt so soft. Talk about dreams come true! Once again, I felt like there was electricity in her lips. Mine literally buzzed. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue. That made me wake up a little.

I pulled away. "Amanda, I'm sorry, but there's somebody else in my life."

"That's OK," she purred, "I'll never tell." And she closed in again. Her hand found its way behind my head. She pulled me close and tried to kiss me deeply.

I pulled back and stood up. "It's not like that. No matter how beautiful you are, and how sexy you are, I can't. No matter how much I have liked you and lusted for you before, it's not right to do anything now. I can't betray her trust." I was working hard to say that. Amanda was completely sexy. Completely intoxicating. Lust welled up, and I could feel the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other. It wasn't clear which would win.

"She never needs to know," Amanda said, "What happens here stays between us." She dropped her terrycloth robe. She stood up before me, wearing only the smallest bits of cloth. I took in her body. Wonderful breasts, tight tummy flaring to slim hips and incredible, long, well-muscled legs. I love it when you can see just a little curve of the belly and just a little protrusion of hip bones, all coming together with a tightness that makes you want to spend hours kissing and licking the tummy regions. Amanda had it all, perfectly. So did Kelly. I had to remember to breathe.

"I can't Amanda. Please don't make this harder for me."

"No one else ever needs to know. And Justin, I want you." She moved closer. She pressed the full length of her exquisite body against mine. Her perfume was thick, and made me dizzy. Or something was making me dizzy. "I know you want me, too," she whispered in my ear, "And I want you so badly," she slipped her arms around my neck. I felt weak in the knees.

"Ooh, Justin!" she whispered fiercely in my ear. She hugged me hard. "I'm ready to love you, Justin. Love you like you've never been loved. And I'm ready to take care of you better than anyone you've ever had." She started passionately kissing my neck, biting and sucking it, nibbling my ear. I noticed I wasn't pulling away. I was entranced, completely under her spell. I was losing. 

(Author's note: I promised I would tell you when the universe split. It just did. Amanda didn't make the slip of mentioning Kelly as she did in Part 5). 

The devil laughed. The angel cringed. I had to choose. The angel never had a chance. I took Amanda in my arms and kissed her deeply. She met me passionately, and we kissed long and hard. I was smitten. I was lost.

"Let's slow down," I said, "I think we're going too fast."

I insulted her, I think. She pulled back with her hands on her hips. "So what did you have in mind?"

"Dinner. How 'bout I take you to Uno's?"

"Pizzeria Uno's? Downtown in Chicago? I've never been there. I'd love it!" She clapped her hands in excitement.

"Don't you think you'd better change first?" I gestured.

"Yeah. What do you want me to wear?" she asked brightly.

Well, to be honest, it's an ego boost just to be seen with you. But remember that skirt that almost got you thrown out of school?"

She lit up. "I know! Wait here."

Girls take forever to get ready. A full half hour later she came downstairs. But it was worth it. White heels made her a good 6'3" to my 6'6". The tan miniskirt hugged her hips and ended not far below, displaying miles of legs. A scant tube top laid her shoulders bare, along with plenty of midriff, while the tube clung tightly to every delightful curve. Long earrings, a simple gold chain necklace, and light, subtle makeup that accentuated her grey eyes. Long golden hair free and straight. But it was the loose, thin gold chain around her perfect tummy that made my heart stop for a moment. That tummy chain was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It would have been easy to make the outfit look slutty. Her subtle touch made it elegant, classy, and incredibly sexy.

"Like what you see?" she asked, and struck a pose, smiling, but expecting a compliment.

"Amanda, you look awesome," I said, using a phrase not as in vogue then as now.

"I'm glad you like it! I'm thrilled to wear heels!" She took my arm. We were almost eye-to-eye. Wow.

The original Pizzeria Uno's is a smallish place on the near north side. On a Saturday night, the line extends out to the sidewalk. Waitresses take pizza orders from those in line. It is nothing like the franchise restaurants today, and there's no comparing the pizza. At Uno's, graffiti is the thing, and you want a table by a wall. We stood in line, and every male head turned. Amanda, bless her, kept her arm around my shoulder and her body pressed. Mine around her bare waist fingered her tummy chain. I tried to keep from having an erection.

She whispered conversations she imagined other people standing in line were having. They were smart and funny, and we had many laughs. I tried to guess what people did for a living by what they wore, making silly guesses of ridiculous occupations. Her laugh tinkled lightly and gave me goosebumps. We were having a good time. An older lady looked at us and smiled. I smiled back. I was deeply happy. The time in line flew by.

The noise level dropped considerably when we were shown our table, as heads turned to take her in. We got a table by the wall. I had brought a pen, and she drew a heart on the wall, with our initials and an arrow through it, and kissed my cheek. We sipped Cokes through straws and polished off almost all of a small deep-dish. No mean feat, since even a small was substantial, and Amanda held her own. Men kept stealing glances. She was a total knockout.

I paid the bill and we were ready to leave. 

"Should we give them a show?" Amanda asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked uncertainly.

"This," And she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. After a moment, the room erupted in cheers and applause. Men, even the women and the entire waitstaff joining in. I blushed a deep red, but nobody noticed because she kept on kissing me.

"I think I can top that," I said, grinning. We stood to go and I swept her up into my arms, giving the room a good view of her legs in the skirt. There was a collective gasp, and then even more cheers, whistling, stomping, and applause. She held my neck and nuzzled in, hair covering her laughter. I could feel her shaking as she giggled. I carried her out, a huge grin on my face. We got outside, and the waiting line cheered, too.

"Do you have to put me down? I like this," she said. Her smile lifted my heart even higher.

I carried her a block to the car. The top was down, so I could deposit her over the side right into the passenger seat. She wouldn't let go, and dragged my face down for a kiss.

"That was the most wonderful thing I've ever done!" she giggled. "But Justin, can we take a walk?"

"Sure. Where?"

"Anywhere. I've always wanted to walk on the arm of a really tall man!"


We strolled Michigan Avenue arm-in-arm, watching the lights of the city take over as the sun set. At stoplights, waiting to cross streets, she would put her head on my shoulder. It was wonderful to have a woman so tall by my side. And even on Michigan Avenue, there was no one remotely as lovely. I felt proud.

When we were back in the car, she moved over to the middle of the bench seat, hugged and kissed me.

"That's a fantasy come true, Justin. For years I've dreamt of walking down Michigan Avenue with a tall, dark and handsome guy! How did you know?"

"I didn't. But if it made you happy, I'm glad."

It was 45 minutes back out to the suburbs. Amanda had one arm around my shoulders as we drove, the other lightly on my leg. From time to time she would nuzzle my neck with little fairy-like kisses. I got goosebumps again. And I couldn't help it. I got a boner. She saw the bulge in my shorts.




Kelly Ch. 06



"Justin!" she said, moving her hand up from my leg to gently rub it, "Do I do that to you?"

"The most beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet, who kisses like her lips are plugged into the wall, who wears TABU, who wears the sexiest tummy chain I've ever seen, who has her arm around me, and has her beautiful bare leg pressed against me, has the gall to ask me if it's possible that she's given me an erection!" I looked at her sideways. "Whatever made you imagine that you were responsible?" We laughed. She squeezed. I tried to drive in a straight line.

"Where can we go that's private?" she whispered in my ear.

"I know just the place," I replied, thinking of the pond where I'd taken Kelly.

Kelly! I started to panic, but just at that moment Amanda worked her fingers into my shorts and took my swollen prick in her hand. Her soft fingers felt so good. All thoughts of Kelly evaporated. The little head was clearly in control over the big head.

It was dark when we got to the pond. The peepers peeped, and Amanda reversed to face me almost in my lap between the steering wheel and my chest. Arms around my neck, we kissed. And kissed. Each one buzzed my lips. I found I liked to hold the side of her tummy where it flared to her hip. Her skin was so smooth and perfect. Her tongue tasted so sweet. We sparred in each other's mouths, our tongues like fencing foils until it got out of hand and we broke out in giggles. I could run my hand all the way up and down her leg. I did, in long, gentle strokes. I cupped her breast beneath the tube top and she sighed. One finger at her cleavage quickly pulled down the elastic top, freeing her. I kneaded a handful of flesh. Her nipple was so erect and big, her aureole so taut. My hand felt on fire. It all felt so good.

"This is hard on my back," she said.

"We're a little big for this car," I said, but then, "I know! There are blankets in the trunk."

"Perfect!" she cried.

I spread one blanket on the ground. Amanda laid on it, and I covered her with the other, not without a last look at her perfect body and legs. She held out her arms and I fell into them, crawling under the blanket. We necked passionately, our lips all over each other's face and neck. We sorta lost our breath and took a break. As we did, I felt her body grow tense beside me.

"Justin?"

"Yes?"

"There's something I have to tell you."

"What?"

"I've, well, I've never been this way with a guy before."

I was taken aback. "You mean you're a virgin?"

"Yes. Is that OK?"

"Of course it is. But what about all that forwardness and talk in your den?"

"Justin, I'm just telling you that I've never been with anyone like this. I'm not saying I don't want to."

"Amanda, it's fine if you don't want to go all the way. I'm having a wonderful time just like this."

In response, she rolled on top of me under the blanket. Chest to chest, with her long legs outside mine. She curled her toes over my ankles. She was so wonderfully tall. Taking my face in her hands, she planted one on me that buzzed more than any so far. I pulled up her tube top and got it over her head out of her hair with minimal grace. I pulled my shirt off. We were skin to skin. She felt so warm in my arms.

I moved my hands to cup her buns through her skirt. We kissed. I worked her skirt up and cupped buns through thin panties. Then I pulled panties down and cupped bare skin. It was heavenly.

"Justin that feels so good!" My penis was between us, and she rubbed it with her mound. We fit so well together, it amazed me. She put her weight on my chest so she could lift her hips and work my shorts down. Once she did, she took my cock and stood it up between her legs, where the top of the shaft rubbed her lips. She gently rocked and rubbed. I just held her cheeks, marveling at the feeling of her muscles contracting and loosing with each of her strokes. What an incredible ass. What an incredible woman.

I couldn't hold it. Too stimulated for too long I burst forth, ejaculating gobs all over the inside of the blanket and her. She was just too much for me.

"I'm sorry," I said, deeply embarrassed.

She nuzzled me and held me tight. "Don't be. I'm flattered that I excite you that much."

"Well, Amanda, you excite me that much. Believe it."

"Can we still neck?"

"Please!"

We necked. We kissed. We rubbed bodies. We were eighteen. Soon enough, I was hard again. She felt me rise.

"Are you ready again?"

"Yup."

"So soon?"

"I guess so."

"Will you make love to me?"

"Amanda, we don't have to. You don't have to. I've had the sexiest, most wonderful time with you. I don't need anything else." Liar.

"Maybe I do!" she said.

She kissed me, and then pulled up to place those wonderful nipples within reach of my lips.

"Kiss them, Justin, please!" I did. They were tasty. I flicked her nipples with my tongue, grasped handfuls of soft flesh and kneaded. She writhed against me, pressed her breasts into my face. My cock was now at her entrance. I could feel the tip pressed against moist lips. So could she.

"Take me, Justin! Take me now!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I want you more than anything," she breathed in my ear.

"What about protection?" I asked.

"I don't care!" She wriggled down and my head penetrated her. It felt warm, wet, and very nice. I felt her membrane.

I could sense the devil and the angel again. On each shoulder. Time to choose. The angel cried.

"Let's take it slow," I said, "I don't want to hurt you."

"No! I want you NOW!" With that, she plunged down on me. I could feel my cock pass through her membrane. I was deep inside her. She cried out and hugged me hard.

"Hold still," I said, hugging her back, "Just hold still."

We lay still for a few minutes. Then she moved and gasped. "It's still pretty tender," she said.

"Then lay still," I said gently, "This is pretty wonderful just as it is."

She smiled and kissed me, "You're a sweet man." We lay still a while longer. Then, she moved a little again.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know. But it's hurting less. See?" She rocked a little and I slid out and back in. "In fact, that feels nice!" She closed her eyes and concentrated on moving. My hands took her cheeks and just went along for the ride. We made gentle love for a long time. I fingered her tummy chain and felt my cock swell more.

"Ooh. That's soo good!" she whispered.

She didn't know the half of it. I had one happy dick. We moved together, making love gently on a blanket under a spring night sky. A slow rhythm of moving in and out, caresses on bare skin, kisses, tongues, warm breath. Being tickled by her hair on my face. Feeling her legs on either side of me. Letting her control the pace and the motion. Feeling her body on mine. 

"How does it feel?" I asked, thinking she was still tender.

"Better than I ever imagined! Better than I've ever dreamed! I love how you fill me up!" She rocked a little faster. Her breath became ragged. She moved faster and more urgently. Finally, she shuddered and clamped her legs and pussy muscles, going rigid as I felt warm juice on my pole.

"Justin, that was so good! I want more. Will you love me from behind?" She got off me and got on all fours. She waggled her ass at me. "Hurry! I need you inside me so badly!"

I moved into position behind her and just stared at the perfection of her naked form in the moonlight. She reached underneath and guided me in, sighing as I bottomed out, deep in her slick wetness. I gripped her skirt, finally having my fantasy with it come true: fucking Amanda Burke from behind under that skirt.

"Justin, it doesn't hurt anymore. It feels wonderful. Will you fuck me hard now?" 

I obliged by working from first a slow rhythm of long strokes into a much faster, more intense banging of my cock into her. My balls slapped as my cock slammed away. Her grunts and cries telling me she was building to a big climax. She bucked against me in perfect synchronization, meeting my thrusts with her own. I looked to see my shaft sinking and appearing, glistening wet in the moonlight. It was all incredibly sexy. I was completely smitten, and lusting hard for this woman. And I had her. I was fucking the girl of my dreams. I played with her tummy chain. Her hair reached the ground from her outstretched arms, it was so long. Then she laid her face down, pressing her breasts with her ass in the air as I pounded her. She exploded and screamed and bucked hard. I stopped thrusting and just held my dick deep inside so she could just take the feelings in. She calmed after a minute.

"Amanda, I want to finish on top of you with your legs wrapped around me." I said tenderly.

"Mmmm. Sounds delicious!" she said.

We disengaged. I pulled her skirt off, fantasy complete. She laid on her back, spreading those splendid legs wide to receive me. I laid on her and covered us with the blanket. My cock found her entrance and sank in slowly.

"When you were on top, we made love," I said between soft kisses on her face, "From behind, we fucked. My sweet lady, how would you like to finish?"

She wriggled and moved against my hardness inside her. "I think I'd like to make love, but I reserve the right to fuck." She lit up the night with her smile.

And love we made, slowly, intensely, passionately, tenderly. Feeling her legs around me, her arms around me, nuzzling my neck, kissing my lips, loving my tongue, massaging my penis with her womanhood. It was like a dream. We loved a long time.

I tried it. While moving as sweetly as I could, I French kissed her ear, breathing hot breath and tonguing her. She came hard, instantly.

"Oh, Justin! That was intense! I loved it!"

"I'm glad I could do that for you."

"But! After that I feel the need to fuck you now, Justin. I need to fuck you for hours and hours!"

And fuck me she did. A lioness, a leopard. For a virgin, she knew how to use her body. All of it moved with incredible grace as she focused her entire being on ravishing my dick. A dick buzz. Electricity.

OK, I thought, two can play. I pushed up on extended arms and looked down. Washboard abs, jiggling breasts as we moved. Thick wet cock in and out. I put her calves on my shoulders and leaned forward, her knees practically to her chest, hips rotated so that my cock was nearly pointing straight down.

And I pumped for all I was worth.

"You want to fuck? Then take this!" I started slamming her even harder.

"God, yes! I want it!" And bless her, she gave as hard as she got. We fucked in a way that gave a whole new meaning to the word.

It built and built and I held it back as well as I could. Finally, I could hold back no longer.

"Amanda, here I cum!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

To say that I exploded in orgasm is a gross understatement. My entire being shot out my cock like from a cannon in a circus. I gripped her as hard as I could, my arms around her shoulders, my face in her neck, her ankles by my ears, crying, moaning, kissing, out of control. As close to an out-of-body experience as I thought I ever wanted to have. It went on and on, my ejaculation wouldn't end. She held me tight and received my essence, moving with me, shuddering hard with her own climax.

I let her legs loose. She rubbed up and down my legs with hers, rubbed my back, kissed me tenderly, lips and face. "Justin, that was better than anything I could imagine. I felt like such a woman feeling you cum inside me."

"You are a wonderful lover, Amanda. I love how you make me feel."

"I'm so tired," she said. 

Sunlight on my face woke me. We had fallen asleep, cuddled under the blanket. I panicked.

What would I tell my folks?

What would we tell her folks?

Then it hit me. Kelly. What about Kelly? What would I tell her? What did I want to tell her? I sat up and watched the dawn, a million thoughts racing.

Amanda looked so sweet asleep. Long eyelashes on such a radiant face. I gently stroked silky hair. She stirred.

"It's morning!" she said groggily.

"Yes, we fell asleep!"

She pressed against me. "Mmm. I feel so warm between my legs."

"Amanda, what will we tell your parents?"

"Don't worry, I can handle them," Then she gave me a smile I'd never seen, which sent chills through me. "But Justin, what will you tell Kelly?"

My jaw literally dropped. "How do you know about Kelly?"

"Kelly knew you had a crush on me," Amanda said, "She asked me to try to get you to make out with me."

"She didn't!"

"She did. It was a test." Amanda looked at me, eyes laughing. "And you failed big time." She giggled.

The pit of my stomach dropped down to China. "But Amanda, last night? Here? That was no mere test."

"Oh, Justin, are you that blind?" it was as if she were lecturing, "Kelly didn't know that, well, I had a crush on you, too. She gave me the perfect opportunity, and I took it. I thought I wanted you for me, and after Uno's, I was sure."

"You mean, you doublecrossed Kelly?"

"Because I wanted to see if you and I would work out," she said, then huskily, "And oh, boy, did we! Justin, you lost. I win. You're mine!"

My mind reeled.

"So, big boy, you think about what you're going to say to Kelly. I have better things to do." With that, she moved in and took my limp cock in her hand and started to kiss and lick it. I don't think I've ever gotten so hard so fast. She took my head between her lips and started bobbing. I looked down and saw blonde hair rising and falling. I felt soft, moist lips.

She came up and smiled at me. "I wonder if I'll get pregnant?"

The devil laughed really hard.

With an evil sense of humor, I'm tempted to stop here, and leave this universe as it is. We'll see.



Kelly Ch. 07



It would be helpful to read Kelly chapters one through five (skip chapter 6, even though I liked the concept of it) as away to introduce yourselves to these characters. It's four years later. Justin and Kelly are seniors in college. Much to the dismay of their parents, they have attended the same school and lived together for all four years. Parents are grudgingly accepting, and Kelly's parents offer modest financial support. Justin and Kelly are typical struggling students, working jobs and going to school to make ends meet. Surprisingly, in this day and age, they remain deeply in love. That doesn't mean, however, that there haven't been bumps along the way. But not big bumps. It's springtime now, when the last big crunch of college work is due. Stress levels are running high.

Side note: I recently saw the young lady after whom Kelly is modeled for the first time in three years. She is no less lovely.

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My mind roiled as I listed the things I had to keep track of as school hurtled towards completion. Not to mention work. Do you know how you sort of get tunnel vision when you're really preoccupied? That was me on this warm spring morning. I opened the apartment door and came in, crossing the living room to the kitchen. Suddenly, I was stopped by arms reaching around from behind me and holding my waist tightly. I could feel a head pressed into my back. The arms were bare, as I looked down at them. I glanced aside at the window, and in its reflection I saw a lady completely naked pressed to my back. A beautiful lady. It was Kelly.

"My turn," was all she said.

I gently broke her grasp and turned. I took in the absolutely stunning view of her nakedness. Over the last four years, her body had matured in subtle ways: Her breasts were a little bigger, and rounder most deliciously, pert nipples now erect in arousal. Her waist was still tight, with little ripples and contours completely in evidence. Her hips were still slim, with the tightest little butt on the planet. In all, still the breathtaking young woman I had fallen for during the spring of my senior year in high school. As often, I had to remember to inhale.

"What?" I asked.

"My turn," she repeated, and gently went up on her toes seeking a kiss.

I bent my head, and her lips brushed mine ever so lightly as her hands took my fingers. She looked deeply into my eyes as she backed into the living room of our small apartment, pulling me gently, stopping every couple steps for a brief, light kiss. She backed to the love seat, and turned me around, gently pushing back on my hands as an invitation to sit.

The Love Seat. Aptly named, I thought. It had been our first big domestic purchase. We couldn't afford a full-size sofa, and didn't really have room for it. So we worked and saved until we could buy the smaller version. After we had wrestled it into the apartment, we had christened it with a furious lovemaking session, at one point my long legs hanging far over the end, Kelly's spread legs on the arm. We slept on it for days, or rather, napped between sessions. I would get up behind her on the cushions as her hands were on the arms and first gently, then building to wild strokes, shove deep into her, climaxing together with moans and cries. She would kneel on the cushions with her butt to me and hands on the back, and I would stand and give her my meat. We pulled it out from the wall and I bent her over the back, sliding my entire length in and out while she whimpered with pleasure, me finally exploding in orgasms so hard I saw stars. She would sit on the arm and he would stand before her and plow her in frenzies of passion. She would slouch and hang her beautiful ass over the edge of the cushions and I would kneel and pummel her. She would put her belly on the seat cushions and I would love her from behind, our knees getting sore from the floor. Weekends were fabulous, when we would make love four or five times a day, always hungry for each other. It was a toy for experimenting with every position we could think of. Not to mention kneeling on the floor before her, my mouth buried in her snatch, and her on her knees between my legs, her nose nuzzling my pubic hair as she swallowed my entire length, and sometimes my load. But the best was, as always, gently rocking, kissing, nuzzling, until our mutual climaxes drew us tightly together. Every so often we'd fall off, or fall over, laugh, and resume. We had a lot of fun. Yeah, the Love Seat.

I remembered all these times while Kelly undid my belt, snap, and zipper, pulling down my jeans and underwear in one easy, practiced motion just far enough to expose my hardening cock. Four years, and the sound of my zipper going down was still an incredibly erotic thing. Kelly knew it, which was why she liked to do it to me.

I think I love the Love Seat best when I would sit and she would straddle me. I could choose between deep kissing her lips and sucking her beautiful round breasts. Preferably both. I was about to get that chance. Yup. With no preliminaries, she moved to straddle me and placed my cock at her slit, and lowered herself, impaling her pussy. She took my face in her hands and started to kiss me ferociously as she rose and fell. She took me in all the way and ground herself on my pubic bone as her tongue mashed in my mouth. She was out of control, and I loved it. I reciprocated by grabbing her hips and taking control of the rhythm of our thrusting, moving her back and forward, never leaving her more than a half inch, bottoming out on both backwards and forwards motion. Her breathing quickened as her excitement increased. She broke the kiss and straightened to put a breast in my mouth. I sucked greedily and gently bit her erect nipple, my other hand pinching her other nipple. I changed breasts and kissed and sucked the other one while we continued to hump. Suddenly, she broke away and looked deeply into my eyes as she began to pant and ride me with even more energy. Then, she arched her back, closed her eyes and her pussy clamped me hard in orgasm, a low moan escaping her throat. Now I grabbed her and raised her up and down, looking at my shaft as it emerged almost all the way, then plunge back in. It took only a few strokes of this to have the cum rise from my balls, and then I was growling as I jammed her down all the way and filled her with my seed, spurt after spurt, shooting ropes of cum deep into her womb. I grabbed her and pressed her against me as I spasmed and spasmed, feeling every curve of her body even through my t-shirt. Kelly continued to cum in what seemed like a never-ending climax, squeezing me and shuddering, taking refuge in my arms as we reached the pinnacle of mutual pleasure. We came down slowly, languorously, cuddling on the love seat.

"You're a great fuck," she said, finally.

"But we don't fuck," I said, "we make love, and you make love to me beautifully."

"Have you ever though about what a stupid phrase that is?" she said.

"What phrase?" I asked, confused.

"'Making love,'" she said. "It's stupid. We're not making anything. We already love each other. I don't know how I could love you more, so how can I 'make love'? Sounds like we're factory workers or something."

"What do you propose as an alternative description?"

"I'm not sure. 'Merging,' maybe," she said thoughtfully.

"So I can have the urge to merge? I like that."

She playfully punched me. "You haven't felt the urge to merge a lot lately. I was feeling lonely and neglected, so I needed to ambush you."

"I'm sorry," I said, "I've been so preoccupied with everything that's going on. I guess I've been distracted."

"Sorry, buster, but I'm the only distraction you're allowed to have," She smiled as she said it. She pulled back, and raised the T-shirt over my head, me raising my arms to help. She was still impaled on me, and I was only starting to soften a little.

"Do you remember the first time we made love?" she asked.

"Yes, I certainly do. It was the fulfillment of a fantasy beyond my wildest dreams," I said truthfully.

"I remember. I was sort of like this, only reversed." And with that she quickly got off, turned around, and snuggled back against me. "Your cock was so hard, and I was rubbing it against me like this." With that, she reached and aligned my cock so that its top rubbed against her wet lips. "We rocked back and forth." Which she did, nestling her head against my neck, and moving my hands up to cup her breasts. "You pinched my nipples and I thought I would scream. It was like they were directly connected to my pussy." I was responding, even so quickly after our furious love session just completed. My purple head swelled as I watched over her shoulder, seeing it in front of her snatch as she rocked back against him. Her breathing was getting heavy.

"And then, at the right moment, I rocked forward," which she did, "and angled just right so that when I went back," as she did, "your cock slipped between my pussy lips and sank into me," which it did. She sighed as he slipped in all the way, buried to the hilt. I groaned at the wonderful, warm, velvety feeling of her wet vagina clamping down on my shaft. She was doing all the work again, sliding to and fro. I felt her warm, tight ass rub against me. I felt her wetness make her even more slippery. I caressed her sides and hips as she moved, returning to squeeze here breasts and pinch her nipples. Then, I attacked and took her ear in my mouth, sticking my tongue into it. It always worked. She screamed and shuddered in a powerful orgasm as I watched goosebumps bloom all over her body.

"Not fair!" she gasped. "You're going to kill me!"

"As a beautiful woman once told me as I thought I was going to die from orgasm: 'Today is a beautiful day to die!'" and we laughed while we moved together as one. It felt so good! The combination of the feelings and the memories stimulating me. I felt this one was going to be a whopper.

And when, after a long bout of stroking and loving, I finally exploded, I saw stars, the room whirled, and I was glad to be sitting down. I hadn't had as powerful an orgasm in, well, I couldn't remember how long. Kelly practically fainted as she came with me. Our screams and cries most likely giving good entertainment to the neighbors. Exhausted, we fell asleep right there, my still-turgid friend deep within the woman I loved.

We awoke about a half hour later. I had slipped out of her, and my lap was really moist. Kelly nuzzled my neck and wrapped my arms around her, holding me tight. She purred and nestled her butt into my lap in a most fetching way.

"This feels so good," she said softly. "Is there anything we really need to do this weekend?" 

"Kelly, there's so much I need to do to finish schoolwork," I said, sounding concerned.

"But I'm so lonely," she said, turning her head to look at me. "Pay attention to me!"

It was as if veils dropped from my eyes. I saw her clearly for the first time, it seemed, in months. My rational side knew that I needed to get work done. In the other hand, the most beautiful woman in the world was naked on my lap, having just screwed me twice, asking for more. With the veils gone, I saw how much I loved her, wanted her, needed her.

"Do you remember the second time we made love?" I asked meekly.

"Yes, Justin," she replied. "I took you up to my bed, spread my legs and invited you between them. You put your beautiful friend inside me, held yourself above me, and I rode him for all you both were worth. It was delicious!" she licked her lips.

"Would you like to do that again?" I asked.

"It seems I'm doing most of the work here!" she said in mock indignation.

"Yeah, and I love it."

"And I love you."

"And I'm remembering just how much I love you. Thank you for reminding me."

"Let's stop talking," she said softly. "Come to my bed and let me fuck you."

"Kelly, we don't fuck," I said.

"That's what you think, buster!" she laughed, got up, took my hands and pulled me up off the Love Seat. We intertwined our fingers and walked the few steps into the bedroom. Kelly turned down the covers and laid on the sheet. She spread her legs, knees bent, and beckoned me with her arms. 

"Make me your woman, Justin," she said with misty eyes.

I smiled. "I thought you were going to do all the work."

She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way. "Just come between my legs and let me fuck you!"

I moved on top of her, cock rigid once again. I held myself up on extended arms and knees while she took me and put my head at her entrance. She scootched down and I slid in all the way. I watched my cock disappear as her abs rippled and breasts jiggled just a tiny bit. She took me by the waist.

"Hold on!" she said simply. Looking deeply into my eyes she started to move, rocking her hips so that I slid in and out. Slowly at first, luxuriously, radiantly. I looked into her eyes and saw all the love, her eyes still misty, but soft now. Cupping my ass cheeks, she pulled me deep inside and said "Now you're going to get it!"

And we were off to the races as she picked up her pace. I kept on extended arms and just watched as she moved below me. It was an incredible turn-on to watch her abs ripple and tits jiggle as she impaled me time and time again. Not to mention watching my length enter and retreat, glistening with the juices of her arousal. Now she was out of control, pumping me for everything she was worth (which was a lot). For my part, I just reveled and sank into the feeling of being...well...fucked. She hadn't let loose on me like this in I-couldn't-remember-when. It had the desired effect.

"Kelly, I'm going to cum!" I panted. Why was I panting? She was doing all the work!

"Yes," she growled, pulling me in. "Cum in me! Explode in me! I want to feel your sperm blast into me!" She actually gritted her teeth.

Then I felt it rising, and in that instant before it was too late, I knew that I had to give it to her. Not just cum, but offer a gift of my seed. I recognized in a flash that it was a whole different way of looking at it, and involved giving and sharing rather than just taking. I realized that I used to feel that way, but lately had been, well, selfish. Not this time.

"Kelly, I love you! Let me empty into you! Here I come just for you!" And with that, I shoved into her as deeply as I could, feeling my purple helmet expand to something huge, and feeling my essence rush up my shaft and start spurting out the tip, filling Kelly's womb. But it was different. I felt a straining to go deeper, to move outwards from my dick into her.

She felt it too, her eyes went wide as she looked at me, and her body quivered and shook in a huge orgasm, all the while we looked into each other's eyes. I came and came and came, seeing stars again, the room spinning. All my attention was focused on the end of my cock as I felt her warm walls and felt my seed eject. Her mouth formed a silent "O" as she felt me. Felt my cock jerk, felt my head swell, felt me bury every last millimeter of my shaft inside her. 

I finished spurting, but didn't feel done.

"My turn," I said simply, and still hard, I started banging away as hard and fast as I could. I put my arms under her shoulders and pulled her down as I thrust inside, banging away. We were animals as we humped with a wild and reckless abandon we hadn't managed in a while. She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles, and went along for the ride. Moaning, and grunting as I attacked and retreated.

But all that time, I felt such a huge upwelling of love. I was melting into her arms while my hard dick pistoned into her. I buried my face in her neck and started crying, I felt so much love. She felt my warm tears, and that set her off, as she began countering my motions.

We went on that way for a long time. I was amazed that I stayed so hard. Then, it was time.

"Kelly, I love you so much! Here...I...come!" I plunged inside her as deep as I could. She arched her back, screaming my name. Once again, I was giving as my seed pumped into her. "Oh, Kelly! Take me! Take me! Take me!" I said with each spurt.

"Oh, God, Justin, this is incredible!" Kelly said as she ground her pussy onto my cock and took in all my semen, her eyes wide and mouth open in astonishment at my intensity. I kept on giving and giving. I thought it would never stop, and I didn't want it to. She kept grinding and grinding, taking me ever deeper, holding me tight.

Finally, we were done. I collapsed on top of her. She hooked her ankles behind my knees and wrapped her arms around my back. Nuzzling my neck with a barrage of little kisses. She held me tight. I kissed her shoulder and neck, wrapping my arms underneath her neck. We were completely entwined, and I loved it. I raised my head to look into her eyes. She smiled and we moved together in a passionate kiss, tongues sparing, lips mashed, holding each other tight. I could feel her body pressed against mine from head-to-toe, melted like cheese melts into bread in a grilled cheese sandwich. I felt her nipples against me, felt the softness of her breasts, felt my cock still hard inside her, felt her thighs against the outside of mine. This was heaven.

She ruffed my hair. "What got into you?" she asked with a big smile. "Or more to the point, what got into me?" We laughed.

"I just, well, I just had to give to you," I said. "It dawned on me that lately I was taking, and that what I wanted was to show you how much I love you by giving to you at the end. It's different."

"Mmm," she said, nestling onto my cock with a little wiggle. "It sure is, and I love it." She smiled and kissed me again, wriggling her hips just a little to feel me inside her.

"And I love you," I said, looking into her eyes. "I haven't said that as much to you lately as I should."

"That's why I ambushed you," she said simply. "I had to take matters into my own bed, so to speak." She laughed a sparkling, tinkling laugh that was like a small wind chime on a warm spring day.

I burst into tears, torn by love, guilt, and fear. "I don't deserve you." I moved down, cock sliding out, and buried my face between her sweet breasts. I cried. I sobbed. 

Kelly stroked my hair softly. "I know," she said. "But I deserve you, you wonderful man." We fell asleep.

What do you do when you wake up to find a lovely, soft breast next to your nose, and feel another one behind your head? When you feel yourself on top of a lovely naked female body, your arms wrapped around her back, her head above you fast asleep. Well, the first thing that you do is feel your pecker stand up, blood rushing to it. Then you move ever so slightly and kiss the flesh of the breast, moving your arm so that your hand can cup it. Your tongue goes to the nipple and lightly tickles it. You hear a giggle and arms wrap around your head and pull you to that breast. You take a mouthful of breast and nipple and suck it, stroking the flesh that isn't in your mouth with your hand. You hear a moan, and arms press your head tighter. You notice that you're fully erect now. You shift your mouth to the other breast, wanting to give equal time and attention. They're mighty tasty, these breasts. You gently take the erect nipple between your teeth and flick the end with your tongue. You are rewarded with a shudder and arms holding you tight against breast flesh. You smile, knowing you've caused just a little orgasm in the one you love. Enough preliminaries. You rock back on your hands and knees, and look down to see the body you so adore splayed beneath you. Hmm. How to take this wench, you muse.

"On your knees, bitch," I said in mock anger.

Kelly took my cue, and her mock fright was totally over the top. "What are you going to do, sir?" she asked in a trembling voice.

I straightened up to my knees, letting her see my upstanding manhood. "I am going to insert him into you and thrust in and out until I make you weak from multiple orgasms!" I said. "Don't try to escape the wrath of my penis!"




Kelly Ch. 07



"Oh, sir," she said, moving to reverse herself and settle on all fours in front of me, offering her delicious backside. "Whatever you do, don't be gentle!"

I moved forward between her legs. My cock was at the perfect height. Still wet from our previous session, she was ready. I slid into her with one long stroke. She arched her back and groaned as I buried to the hilt. I grabbed the sides of her ass, and started stroking long strokes in and out, half moving myself, half pulling and pushing her body. It was amazing to watch my prick disappear inside her time and time again, as this little girl took my massive cock all the way. So sexy to see my shaft moving in and out, her butt just jiggling slightly every time I bottomed out.

"Oh God! That's so good," she cried. I picked up my pace. My balls slapped against her as my penis pistoned. She came hard and her arms collapsed, her face now in the pillow and her delicious butt in the air.

I hooked my arms around her legs and pulled, collapsing us down with her on her belly and me on top, my cock buried to the hilt. I continued stroking. It was so exciting to feel her cheeks against my lower abs as I rocked in and out, her legs spread on either side. A few more strokes had her shuddering again in a hard climax. She moaned and thrust back against me as I pushed in. We set up a nice rhythm that way, stroking and moving and doing each other. She came again.

I pulled out. She whimpered. "Turn over," I said gently. I lifted up and she pulled a leg up and reversed herself, spreading her legs.

"Spread them wide," I said, looking into her eyes. She did, and I quickly entered her again. Keeping lifted, we now made love with only our genitals touching. I was on extended arms, her legs were practically in splits, so there was no contact between our bodies other than my cock in her pussy. This was an incredibly erotic thing to do.

"Only our parts are touching," I said, looking in her eyes. 

She moved that wonderful torso in rhythm with my slow thrusts, nodding as she looked back into my eyes. "Let's do this slowly," I said.

"And full of love," she replied.

We slowed down until it seemed to take a long time to fill her up with my cock, and a long time to withdraw. The benefit was that while it was incredibly erotic and romantic, it was going to be a good while until I needed to cum. Once again the whole idea of giving to her took over, and with each time I bottomed out I was trying to feel that I was giving. Each time I did, her eyes closed in bliss and she purred or moaned. We were taking our lovemaking to a level we hadn't climbed in a long time, if ever. And still it was only our genitals touching. All my attention centered on my shaft, feeling it become coated with her juices as it entered, and the slight chilliness when it was withdrawn.

After a very long time, I started to feel the urge to climax. "Kelly," I said, "I'm going to need to cum soon."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down, nestling her body against mine so that I could feel every delightful curve from head to toe. "Yes, Justin," she whispered in my ear. "Cum in me. Cum in me hard." Her thrusts became faster, more urgent. "Give it to me! Finish hard!" She bucked faster, and I, too picked up the pace. Her body grew taut, and I knew she was a approaching a big climax. Then I felt a tidal wave of cum start up from my balls.

"Here I cum, Kelly," I panted. "Cum with me now!"

"Yes!" she cried, and clamped her pussy hard on my cock while hugging me so tight I couldn't breathe. Then we exploded together, and I felt all the love emerging from me into her, giving her spurt after spurt of my seed, filling her cunt with jism as she shuddered and screamed feeling me fill her up. I felt her juices coat the base of my cock and balls as she came and came and came. I felt like we'd never stop. I saw stars, the room was spinning and still my cock, shoved as deeply as it could be, continued to erupt and contract. It went on and on and on. Finally, we relaxed a little.

I lifted up. Kelly looked at me with a beatific smile. "Whew!" she breathed, and sighed. "That was something."

I played with her hair, looking at her flushed face. I struggled with the words, but I wanted to say them more than anything in the world.

"Kelly, will you marry me?"

She went still as a stone, looking at me. "Do you mean it?"

I nodded.

She drew my face to hers and kissed me deeply, our tongues entwined. After a long time, she broke it.

"Yes."

We rolled to the side and held each other tight for a long time.