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Hillary

By: Hillary



I didn’t turn around or anything, so I didn’t find out what he’d done with my dress until later – he folded it and laid it on the back of the sofa. I was pretty sure he was going to touch me in some of the places he hadn’t touched me yet and I wasn’t wrong. Not long after he took my dress off, his fingers began sliding over my back. Jeezum! I thought it felt great to have him touch my legs, but that was nothing compared to how it felt to have him caressing my back. It felt so good I couldn’t keep quiet any more; as his hands slid over me I kept gasping and moaning. And, of course, I was getting more and more turned on. I thought Dave had me pretty turned on a few times, but he NEVER made me feel the way Mr. D had me feeling; and he still hadn’t touched my breasts or butt or my pussy.

His fingers slid up over my shoulders, under my hair, then down my spine, just to the waist of my panties. I moaned again and shuddered. My legs were starting to shake a little. If he made me feel too much better, I was going to have serious problems standing.

“You have sacral dimples,” Mr. D commented softly. Again the sound of his voice surprised me. “I’ve always had a theory that women with sacral dimples make the best lovers.” I had no idea what he was talking about at the time, but I was glad I had those dimples if he liked them.

“He wants to fuck me,” I thought. I guess I knew that was what Mr. D planned to do the minute he started touching me, but what he said about my dimples proved that. And what really got me was that knowing he wanted to fuck me and was probably going to turn me on even more. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, really wet, a whole lot wetter than I do when Dave messes around with me.

I’m writing this now and thinking, “Nobody’s ever going to believe this story.” There I was, standing in the living room of one of my teachers, wearing just my bra and panties, and letting him tickle me. I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life and really wanted this guy I barely knew and was almost old enough to be my father to fuck my brains out. And to make it sound even weirder, he still hadn’t touched my breasts. In fact, he didn’t touch me where my bra and panties were. Well, he hadn’t up to that point, anyhow. I can’t tell you how long I’d been there. Time seemed to have gone crazy, too. One second it seemed like hours had passed since I walked in his front door, the next second it seemed like I’d just gotten there. Nothing made sense.

“Hillary, would you mind if I unfastened your bra?” Mr. D’s voice sort of snapped me out of the kind of trance-like state he had me in, but not all the way out.

His question sent a rush of wild sensations sweeping through my body and my legs got even wobblier than they already were. “Uh…OK…ah…sure…” I murmured. It was really hard to talk. God, can you believe his asking me if he could take my bra off turned me on even more than I already was? The crotch of my panties was so wet it felt as if I’d peed myself.

I felt him unhook my bra, then it loosened and he slid it down over my arms. God, I don’t think anyone ever helped me take my bra off before. My boyfriend is usually in such a hurry he just pushes it up, you know? My nipples were so hard, and so sensitive that the bra coming off them made me moan and shudder. I had no idea I could get this turned on. It was a little scary, too. I was pretty sure there was more coming and that it would feel even better than this, but what he’d done to me so far felt so good, I wasn’t sure I could stand it to have him make me feel any better. I know that probably sounds strange, but that’s how I was thinking.

Mr. D had moved to my left side and I could see him staring at my breasts. His eyes were wide, his face was redder than it had been, and he seemed to be breathing harder, too. When I realized that I was turning him on, too, another blast of really wild feelings went through me and I shuddered. He was staring at my breasts and all I wanted was for him to touch them. You know how, sometimes, you want something so bad you ache for it? That’s the way I was feeling right then. I knew how gentle his touch was and knew was sure it would be really wild on my breasts and couldn’t wait to find out.

“Oh, God!” I groaned when, finally, he did touch me again. He stepped behind me, then his hands slid across my belly, just under my breasts. From there he slid them up and cupped my both of my breasts gently. My legs were already wobbly and got a whole lot wobblier at that point. He started caressing the underside of my breasts with his thumbs, getting really close to the nipples, but not touching them. God, it was maddening, but it felt awesome, too! Because my legs were so shaky, I leaned back against him. When I did, I felt something pressing against my butt and knew he had a hard-on. You can’t imagine how much finding that out added to the incredible things I was feeling. “Ohhhhh!” I groaned, sagging a little. I knew I was going to cum soon, and that when I did, it would be mind-blowing.

“Nnnnnhhhh!” That’s kinda the sound I made when, finally, he began rubbing his thumbs back and forth over my nipples. It was as if someone was shooting powerful bolts of really fabulous electricity into my body. I closed my eyes and could see flashes of light, like fireworks. This couldn’t be real, it wasn’t possible to feel this good…or was it? It had to be possible because that’s how I felt. He kept rubbing his thumbs gently over my nipples, which felt so hard I was afraid they would pop off my chest.

I can’t describe how incredibly good Mr. D was making me feel. It was like I was getting a constant flow of unbelievably good sensations, but it was more than that. I had my eyes closed most of the time and I was seeing all these incredible bursts of light and color, too. I mean, I’ve read stuff about how they used to trip out on LSD back in the 60’s and 70’s and what I was feeling seems a lot like the way some of the people who wrote about that time period describe LSD trips. Only what I was going through was way better. I kept getting more and more turned on. I was so close to cumming, and seemed to be getting closer and closer every second.

Mr. D leaned forward and I felt his lips brush my ear in a gentle kiss. “Touch yourself, Hillary,” he whispered, then he gave me another gentle kiss. “Go ahead, touch yourself.”

I don’t remember thinking about doing what he told me. All I know is that all of a sudden my hand was sliding down over my belly; and it was shaking, too. It slid under the waistband of my panties and moved down. I still can’t believe how wet I was. The middle of my panties was drenched and sticky, so was my pubic hair. I do have a bikini wax, but I don’t shave. What hair I had left was sopping wet, as wet as if I’d just stepped out of the shower, only slippery wet, the kind of wet you get when you’re really turned on.

The farther down my hand went, the harder it was for me to breathe. Mr. D was still teasing my nipples with his thumbs and I knew the second I touched my pussy I was going to explode and maybe fly apart in a million pieces. I had no idea what would happen; I’d never felt like that before. Then my fingers touched my clit, which was more swollen and sensitive than I can ever remember it being. “Oh, God!” I remember thinking, or maybe I said it, I’m not sure. An atomic bomb of pleasure exploded inside me. I vaguely remember hearing loud moans and feeling myself shake. It was as if a tornado made up of the best feelings in the world was spinning around inside me. My legs weren’t working at all, but Mr. D had his arms around me and was hanging on to me, keeping me from falling. When I finally started to calm down, he scooped me up in his arms, carried me to the sofa, and laid me down on it. As I lay there, still half out of it, he knelt on the floor next to me, smiling at me and caressing my face with his fingers. I mean, it was so neat!

“Did you like that?” he asked me.

I couldn’t talk, but I did nod. Like it, I loved it! It was the most totally awesome experience I ever had!

I looked at him and could see that he was checking out my body. It should have bothered me, being there almost naked, having him look at me, but it didn’t. I mean, heck, after what he did for me…

“You have a wonderful body,” he said softly. Hearing that felt so neat it was almost as if he’d touched me. Then he reached out and ran his fingers down my leg.

“How…how do you…do that?” I managed to gasp.

“Do what?” he replied. He looked puzzled.

“Touch me so light,” I said. “I mean, it’s unreal how light your touch is.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you like it,” he told me. “I guess the only answer I can give you is years of practice.”

“Oh,” I said. He kept trailing his fingers over my skin and I realized it was starting to have an effect again. Goose bumps were popping up all over my body and my nipples were starting to get hard again. I shuddered when I realized I would soon be feeling those awesome feelings again. Then it hit me. I knew he was really turned on. I mean, I felt his hard-on pressing against my butt, but as far as I knew, he hadn’t come. I looked up at him and saw him smiling down at me. The look in his eyes was just as gentle as his touch. “What…what about you?” I managed to gasp. “You…don’t you need to…?”

“I will, in time,” he replied. His fingers continued moving over my skin, driving me crazy all over again. How did he do it? How did he know exactly what to do to turn me on that way? How had my plan turned into something so different than what I expected?

He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead, then he moved down a little so he was kneeling next to where my hips were. He looked up at me. “Would you mind if I took your panties off?” he asked.

I almost laughed. Like I was going to care if he took my panties off at that point. I mean he’d seen and touched almost all of my body; what difference would it make if he took off the last piece of clothing I had on? I shook my head. “No…I…I don’t mind,” I replied. That was true, but it was like almost everything that had happened after I got to his house; part of me wanted him to do it, part of me didn’t. The part of me that wanted to won and the part that didn’t seemed to fade into some corner way back in my mind.

He grabbed the waist of my panties, I lifted my hips, and he tugged them down. Then I lowered my hips and lifted my legs to he could slide the panties off. I still had my shoes on, so he took them off, then the panties. He laid the shoes on the floor and the panties on the arm of the sofa; then he went back to teasing me with that light touch of his again. Having been through that once, I was pretty sure what to expect. I lay there with my eyes closed, almost in a trance, while his fingers moved over my skin and started things going crazy deep inside me again. And, of course, then he did something that took me completely off-guard. He kissed my hip, the right one, probably because it was closest to him. I opened my eyes, lifted my head, and looked down, just as he kissed me in the groove where my legs and body join. Let me tell you, all of a sudden things really started churning inside me. I knew immediately what he was planning to do; he was going to eat me! And I knew it would be unlike anything I’d ever had done to me before.

Dave, my boyfriend, does that sometimes, and it does feel pretty good. But he never does it long enough to make me come and I’ve always kind of got the idea he doesn’t like eating me and is only doing it to get me hot enough to let him fuck me. Come to think of it, just about everything he does to me when we’re making out is to set me up so he can get his rocks off. I don’t remember him ever being particularly worried about whether I do or not. Oh, sure, he’s always doing that, “Was it good for you?” thing, but the more I think about it, the more I think he wants to believe he was good for me because that makes him more of a man. I can’t believe I’m thinking about this stuff, but it sure makes me wonder if I want to keep seeing Dave. I guess I never was willing to admit how selfish he is.

“Uhhhh!” I grunted when Mr. D kissed me on the belly button, then licked it. It felt so wild. He kept kissing his way over my belly, moving slowly, as if he was trying to kiss every part of my belly. I did notice that he was working his way downward to where I really wanted him to kiss me. I had no idea what it would feel like when he finally did get to my pussy, but I was sure it was going to be awesome. After all, he made me feel better just by tickling me and touching my breasts than anybody else had ever made me feel. And he’d gotten me to cum without ever touching my pussy. OK, he got me to touch it, but… When I thought about what he’d do to my pussy with his mouth made my insides go all squirmy and sort of took my breath away.

At the same time he was kissing my belly, he kept running his fingertips up and down my legs. It was driving me wild, especially when he started doing it on the inside of my legs. I knew how good that felt because he did it to me earlier when I was standing in front of him, and I spread my legs to make it easier for him to touch me there.

I was surprised that he kissed and licked my pubic hair the way he did. I mean, it was all wet and sticky from me getting turned on earlier. But he seemed to like it a lot. He licked me there like I was a lollypop or something. Between his kisses and licking me and his fingers going up and down the inside of my thighs, all kinds of wild feelings were going through me by that point. My stomach muscles were rippling, I couldn’t keep my legs still, and I couldn’t keep from moaning. It was so wild. I’d just cum harder and better than I’d ever cum in my life and already he had me turned on even more than I was before that happened.

“Would you mind lifting your leg, please, Hillary?” he asked. It seemed so weird that he kept asking me things like that, but it was a real turn-on, too. I did what he asked me to do and he moved a little so he was now between my legs. He began to kiss my leg softly, starting at the knee and working his way down – or up, depending on how you look at it – toward my pussy. When he finally got to where my leg and body meet, he lifted his head and blew gently on my pussy. That felt so good that all of the muscles in my stomach and legs tightened up. It was just like having a wicked case of cramps, only instead of feeling really painful it felt incredibly good. I think I made a sound something like, “Unnnnhhhh!” but I’m not sure. I only know I made some kind of noise.

I knew what was coming next, but before I could brace myself, I felt him lick my clit. I almost came, that felt so good. The next thing he did was kiss the inside of my right thigh, near the top, then he gave my clit another lick. That felt so awesome the muscles in my back tightened and my body arched like a bow. It was as if my body was trying to push my pussy into his mouth because it wanted to feel better. When he ran his tongue up between my pussy lips and over my clit, my hips shot up again. It was amazing! It felt as if his tongue was all over my pussy, teasing me, poking into me, rubbing over my clit. I was moaning all the time and gasping as if I’d just run up a really steep hill. My body twisted, turned, and jolted like I was having some kind of fit.  It felt so good I was sure I was gonna cum any second, but Mr. D wouldn’t let me. It was as if he knew exactly what was going on inside me. Just when I was sure I was gonna explode, he’d back off and kiss the inside of my thighs, or my belly, or something, and let me calm down, but just a little. Then he’d start all over again with his tongue.

He licked my asshole! I couldn’t believe anybody’d do something like that, but he did. And it felt so wild! One time in the locker room after gym class, I heard a couple of girls talking about how good it feels to get fucked in the butt, but I thought they were just bullshitting. And I thought it sounded pretty gross, too. Maybe it isn’t gross. I know it sure felt neat to have my asshole licked. I wonder what it would be like to be fucked there…

“Gaaaaahhhh!” I wailed when Mr. D slid one of his fingers into me. That damn near made me come, it felt so good. And I would have cum if he’d finger-fucked me, but he didn’t. He just let it there. Even that felt pretty damn awesome! I could feel my insides sort of rippling against it. He kissed my belly and licked my belly button and that tickled and calmed me down a little, but then he started licking my clit and I started going ballistic all over again.

“Please! Oh, God, Please! Make me cum! Oh, God, please make me cum!” I heard myself begging. My hips were going wild, twisting and turning. It felt like something had hold of one of my ass cheeks, probably Mr. D, but I’m not sure. I reached down, grabbed hold of his head, and pressed on it, trying to get him to make me cum. I was sure that if I didn’t cum soon, I’d go nuts. At the same time I was a little afraid to cum, too, because I was so turned on and wasn’t sure what would happen to me when I did.

Mr. D stopped licking my clit, but his finger was still pumping in and out of me and something, maybe his thumb, was rubbing my clit, driving me nuts. I think I was even wetter than I was the first time he made me cum. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I heard him ask.

“Oh, God! Please! I need to cum!” I begged, shoving my hips up, against his mouth and pressing his head down with what little strength I had left in my hands and arms. “I need to cum so bad!”

“All right,” he replied softly. He let me push his head down and I whimpered a little when his lips touched my clit. He licked it again, up and down, flipping it back and forth, while his finger kept poking in and out of me. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and I exploded. “Oh, yeahhhhhhh!!!” I remember yelling. All of the fantastic things I felt before when he made me cum were nothing compared to how I felt right then. I don’t know how you describe stuff like that. It was kinda like all of the fireworks in the world were going off inside me. Explosion after explosion of incredibly great feelings kept blowing through me, each explosion bigger and feeling better than the last. My body was jerking up and down on the sofa and my hips were moving so fast I couldn’t believe Mr. D could keep licking me, but he did. I’d never felt anything like it before. I remember thinking I couldn’t stand to feel this good much longer, then I don’t really remember anything. I guess I kinda passed out from pleasure or something.

When I finally came to my senses, I was still lying on the sofa and Mr. D was sitting on the hassock in front of me, tracing my face gently with his fingers, smiling at me.

“Did you like that?” he asked me softly, as if he didn’t know I did.

“That was so awesome!” I replied. “How…how do you do that?” I realized I had to pee really bad. “I…I have to go to the bathroom,” I told him. I could feel my face get hot and knew I was blushing.

“It’s through that doorway,” Mr. D said, pointing to a door in the wall opposite the sofa. “The second door on the right.”

I sat up and all of a sudden I was embarrassed because I didn’t have any clothes on. That didn’t make any sense. How come I hadn’t been embarrassed when he was asking if he could take my clothes off and doing that, Or when he was eating me? Without looking at him, I got to my feet, ran across the room, through the doorway he’d pointed to, and found the bathroom.

When I was finished, I didn’t want to go back out into the living room naked. I can’t explain why, I just did. I saw a white terrycloth bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and tried it on. It must have been Mr. D’s because it was pretty big, but it covered me. The sleeves were way long, so I rolled them up. The belt was way long, too. I probably looked pretty stupid, but I figured it was better than walking out there naked.


Hillary



Mr. D was sitting on the sofa when I came out. He stood up and smiled. I felt my face getting all hot and knew I was blushing. Why was that happening to me now? Jeezum, if what he did to me before didn’t make me blush, how come I was blushing now? I walked over and sat down on the sofa, pulling my legs up and hugging them, as if I was trying to make myself as small as possible. 

“I don’t know about you,” Mr. D said, “but I’m hungry. Would it be all right if I called out for pizza?”

“Ah…sure…that’s…OK with me,” I said.

“What kind do you like?” he asked.

“Um…hamburg and onion is OK,” I told him.

“I’ll call the order in,” he said. “What would you like to drink?”

“Um…ah…any kind of diet soda is OK with me,” I said. He didn’t seem at all uncomfortable or confused. How come I was?

“I have some of that new diet cola with lemon in the refrigerator,” he said. “I’ll get it after I call in the pizza order.”

He walked out of the room. I looked around. My dress, panties, and bra were on the back of the chair across the room, neatly folded, and my shoes were sitting on the floor next to the chair. Jeezum, Mr. D was a whole lot neater than I am. Maybe I should have gotten dressed and left, but I didn’t. I had some questions I wanted to ask him…OK…and I wanted to find out if he was going to try and fuck me, too. If he did that as well as he did the other stuff he’d done to me…God!

Mr. D came back in carrying two glasses full of soda and handed one to me. Then he sat down on the sofa with me. Not too close, though. I took the soda and took a long drink. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was.

I took a deep breath. “How…how come you…ah…how did you know you could…um…ah…do…uh…all that stuff to…um…me?” I stammered. For some reason, I was feeling really nervous again.

“I didn’t know you’d let me do anything,” Mr. D said.

“Huh?” I guess that sounded pretty stupid, but it just came out.

“I’m not sure why I did what I did. I guess I thought that since you’d come here obviously hoping to talk me into giving you a break on your grade, I’d see how far you were willing to go,” he said. He took a sip of his soda. “The only thing I knew for certain was that I wouldn’t force you to do anything. Do you feel as if I’ve forced you?”

“Ah…no…um…I guess you…um didn’t,” I said. He was right. He didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do and he did make it really clear he’d stop whenever I told him to. “But…but somehow you…you got me to want…” I stopped. I wasn’t sure what I was trying to say.

Mr. D laughed. “I think, more than anything, you were off balance,” he said. “I didn’t do what you thought I’d do and that confused you. And once I started, I didn’t give you a chance to think about what was happening, so you were always off balance. Does that sound right?”

“Ah…yeah, I guess so,” I told him. That really was how it happened. The last thing I expected was that he’d really try to do anything to me, and he was so cool about it that I was into things before I knew what was going on.

There was a knock at the kitchen door. I pulled the neck of the bathrobe closer around me and Mr. D stood up. “I think our pizza is here,” he said. He walked out of the room again.

I sat there almost more confused than I was before I asked him the question. He said he really didn’t plan to screw me when I first showed up, and I guess I believed him. I mean, he did a whole lot of really neat stuff to me, but he still hadn’t tried to screw me. I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. He still had me confused, didn’t he? I thought that maybe I should leave, but part of me – a big part of me – didn’t want to.

He came back from answering the door carrying a pizza box, some plates, and some napkins and set all of the stuff down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Then he sat down on the sofa again. He opened the pizza box, got out a slice, put it on a plate, then handed it to me, along with a napkin. “Eat up,” he told me. All of a sudden it hit me I was hungry, really hungry. I wound up heating half the pizza, which is about three slices more than I usually eat. Neither of us said much while we ate. I guess he was as hungry as I was.

When we finished the pizza, Mr. D put the used napkins in the pizza box, closed it, then put the plates on top of it. I never realized there were guys who were neat freaks like that. He stood up and picked up the pizza box and plates. “Would you like some more soda?” he asked.

“Ah…no…I…I’m fine,” I told him.
He walked out into the kitchen and I heard the sound of a door opening and closing, then the sound of a dishwasher being opened, dishes clinking, and then the dishwasher being closed. Then I heard footsteps moving down the hall and the bathroom door closed. I sat there, smiling, thinking I never would have thought about sounds like that before. Now, for some reason, I was listening for stuff Mr. D did, like going to the bathroom. What, exactly, did that mean?

I wondered about what he planned to do next, which got me remembering what he’d already done, which started to get me turned on. Jeezum, now he’s got me so all I have to do is remember what he did to me and I get turned on! It also hit me that everything we’d done so far was just for me. I’d felt his hard-on rubbing against me when we were standing in the living room before my first cum and I knew guys’ balls got really sore if they didn’t get to cum – at least that’s what my boyfriend Dave is always telling me. And that got me thinking that I ought to do something really nice for him. I mean, after the awesome way he made me feel, the least I could do was make him feel good, too, right?

I took a really deep breath, held it for a long time, and then I let it out and untied the belt of the bathrobe I was wearing – his bathrobe. Then I stood up, slipped it off and laid it on the sofa where I was sitting. Remembering the great things we’d already done, and what I was thinking about doing, had started getting me wet again and I didn’t want to make a mess on his sofa. Then I sat back down, folding my legs under me, feeling incredibly nervous and embarrassed. I’d never, ever, been totally naked in front of a man before. I could feel my face burning again and knew I was blushing like crazy, but I didn’t care.

“Well now…” Mr. D said, grinning, when he walked back into the living room and saw me sitting there, naked. “What…?”

“Please come over here,” I said. I have no idea where I got the guts to do it, or how I managed to talk without my voice sounding funny, but I did. It felt kind of neat that I was able to do it.

“All right,” Mr. D said. He took a couple of steps and was standing right in front of me.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said. I reached out and started to open his belt. It wasn’t as easy as it could have been because my hands were shaking, but I did manage to get it open. He was wearing jeans and they were held shut by a snap. I unsnapped it, then I unzipped his fly. My hands were shaking even harder now and I could feel myself starting to get really turned on. That never happened to me before. Of course I never undressed any of the guys I was with before, either, so… Mr. D’s pants weren’t very tight and slid down the minute I had them open. He was wearing white jockey shorts and there was a pretty nice bulge in them. Seeing that sent a really neat feeling whipping through me. It was so wild! So much really awesome stuff I never knew about was happening to me.

I reached out to touch Mr. D’s hard-on through his underpants. My hand was shaking and I was having a really hard time breathing. He made a funny sound when I touched him and kind of shuddered. I ran my fingers up and down the length of it, trying to touch him as light as he touched me and he groaned a little. Man, that really turned me on! I never knew you could get turned on from making somebody else feel good. I tickled him like that, with my fingers, for a little while, but I really wanted to feel his hard-on, so eventually I stopped that and pulled his underpants down. His hard-on kind of snapped out at me and bounced a little. It looked pretty big, at least as big as Dave’s. I mean, I haven’t seen all that many of them, you know? It was swollen and red and there were veins sticking out along the sides. The tip was purple and a drop of something made the end kind of shiny. I wrapped my hand around it – it was so thick I could barely get my fingers around it – and I could feel it pulsing. Mr. D groaned again. “Oh, God, Hillary,” he moaned. “That feels wonderful.” I slid my hand, still wrapped around it, up and down slowly and Mr. D groaned some more and more of that shiny stuff seeped out of the tip. I could feel his pulse, too. His heart had to be going like crazy. I kept sliding my hand up and down slowly and he kept groaning. His legs were shaky, just like mine were earlier. It was unreal. Now I was the one in control. What a trip that was!

Using the index finger on my other hand, I touched the tip of Mr. D’s cock and found that the stuff coming out of the tip was kind of sticky and slippery. I never knew guys got wet like we girls do when they get turned on. The tip of his cock had to be real sensitive, because when I rubbed the sticky stuff around on it, Mr. D really groaned. I was still jerking him off and that meant more and more of the sticky stuff was coming out. I just kept rubbing it in. I loved to hear him groan and feel him shaking like he was.
I’m not sure what made me do it, but after I’d played with Mr. D’s cock for a while, I stuck the finger I’d been using to spread the slippery stuff around into my mouth. I wasn’t sure what it would taste like, but I found out it wasn’t all that bad. I mean, it didn’t gag me or anything.

I looked up and was surprised at how Mr. D looked. His eyes were closed, he had this kind of odd look on his face, sort of a mixture of pain and pleasure, and his face was really red. His mouth was open and he kept moaning and puffing and shuddering while I kept jerking him off. I was pretty sure I could make him cum like that. I mean, I have jerked guys off until they cum a couple of times when I had my period and they complained they’d get sore nuts if I didn’t do something for them, but this was different. I don’t know why, exactly, but I wanted to make Mr. D cum like that. At least part of me did. Part of me wanted to know what it would be like to have the cock I had in my hand poking into my pussy, too. It was a real struggle trying to figure out which one I wanted most.

Then I did something I’ve never done before, even though guys have begged me to do it. I never even did it for Dave and I thought I loved him. I bent down and kissed the tip of Mr. D’s cock.

“Oh, God, Hillary!” he groaned and he really shook.

Some of the sticky stuff coming out of the tip was on my lips, but I wasn’t gagging, so I did it again. And this time I licked the tip a little. It made Mr. D groan some more and his legs got really wobbly. I was afraid he’d fall down or something. But it was a real turn-on, for me, too. The inside of my thighs, near my pussy, were drenched, I was so turned on. It was a good thing I’d put that bathrobe under me, otherwise there would have been a huge wet spot on Mr. D’s sofa.

I did it again, only this time I opened my mouth a little and let the tip of his cock slide into it while I was licking it. He grabbed my head in his hands and I was afraid he was going to shove his cock all the way into my mouth, but he didn’t. I guess he was kind of trying to hold himself up or something. I know he was really moaning now, and huffing like he’d run about a gazillion miles.

“Hillary…ah…please…uh…Ohhhhhh!…I…I have to sit down,” Mr. D groaned. What a trip! Now he was begging me, just like I’d been begging him before.

I’m not exactly sure how we did it, but we did manage to get him sitting down. I was kneeling on the sofa next to him, bent over, moving my head up and down, letting more and more of his cock slide into my mouth each time I lowered my head. I could feel the veins along the side of his cock sliding over my lips and to felt it pulsing and heard him moaning and knew it was me that was making him feel that good. It was so awesome to know I was making him feel that great. He had his hands cupped around my head, with his fingers tangled in my hair and I could feel his hands shaking.

“Hillary, you…Oh, God!…you…better…be careful,” he groaned. “I…I’m getting too…too close! That…that feels sooooo…good!”

I had another one of those arguments with myself. Part of me wanted to know what it would be like to have him come in my mouth, and part of me wanted to have him inside me. I already felt pretty wild, but I knew having him in me would make me feel a whole lot better. The part of me that wanted him in me won. “Lay back,” I told him. I kept jerking him off while he laid back on the sofa, then I moved so I was standing next to his middle, swung my right leg over him, and started lowering myself. I like being on top when I’m screwing.

“Oh, Godddd!” I groaned when the tip of his cock hit my pussy lips and started pushing between them. It felt so good I just wanted to let myself go and drop down onto him, but I didn’t. He’d teased me, I was gonna tease him. Of course that meant I was teasing myself, too. Jeezum this was so damn confusing! Anyhow, having him sliding up into me real slowly really felt wild! It was as if I could feel every little bit of him as he slid inside me. He had his hands on my hips now, and was tugging on me gently, trying to get me all the way down on him, but I kept lowering myself slowly. After what seemed like ages, he was all the way inside me and my butt was resting on his thighs.

“Oh, God, you’re so tight!” he groaned. He reached up, cupped my breasts in his hands, and started rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. They were, of course, hard as pebbles again. It was like there were wires carrying those wild feelings from my nipples directly to my pussy.

I wasn’t sure if I was tight or he was big, but I felt fuller than I’d ever felt before. It was as if his cock was touching all of the inside of my pussy. I looked down at him and the look on his face was incredible. I’ve never seen anyone look like that. I mean, his face was red, and his mouth was open a little, but you could see how good he felt. His eyes were closed at first, but then he opened them and it was like I could see how incredible he felt in them. I’d never seen anything like that before and it made me feel so good that I almost came, just from looking into his eyes. He took his hands away from my breasts, put them on my hips and held me still when I began moving.

“Please don’t move for a little bit,” he said. “I’m so close I’m afraid I’ll cum and spoil this.”

That blew me away. I mean, my boyfriend Dave, all he can think about is getting off. He could care less if I do or not. Mr. D sure as hell needed to get off, but he’s worried about that happening too fast and spoiling it for me!

“That’s OK,” I told him.

“No…no it…it isn’t,” he said. You could hear how much work it was for him not to cum in his voice. He took his hands off my hips and began sliding them up and down my arms, just like he’d done earlier. It felt really nice, and kind of calmed me down a little.

“You ought to see the look on your face,” he said, grinning. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“My face? You ought to see how you look,” I told him.

He kept tickling my arms and after a while, he took a deep breath. “There,” he said. “That’s better.” He began moving his hips a little, making his cock lash around inside me. It was different from anything I’d felt before. Like I said, I’m not a virgin, and I had what I thought was pretty good sex a few times before, but I figured out real quick that I never had good sex in my life before today. I thought Mr. D made me feel about as good as it was possible to feel earlier when he made me cum. Boy, was I wrong! I’ve always liked how it feels to have a guy doing it to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a nymphomaniac or anything, it isn’t like I have to have sex every minute, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good having a hard cock in me. But it never felt like it did with Mr. D’s cock in me. This is all so hard to write about because I don’t have words to really describe how it felt.

You know what it’s like when there’s a really powerful thunderstorm? I mean when lightning is flashing, thunder is booming really loud, there are flashes of light, the rain is coming down in sheets, and the wind is blowing real hard and making trees sway. Now imagine a storm like that, but instead of the bad stuff, the storm is made up of incredibly good feelings. When it blows through you, it feels so good it almost hurts, if that makes any sense. That kind of describes the way I felt inside when Mr. D began moving his hips and fucking me for the first time. I’d never felt anything like it before, but I sure as hell knew I wanted to feel that way again.

I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders and began rocking my hips the same way he was rocking his. He grabbed my butt and was hauling me up and down on him. His face kept getting redder and redder and his movements kept getting more and more wild.

“Oh, God, Hillary!” he yelled. He had pulled me against him and was moving his hips so hard it felt like I was riding one of those mechanical bulls and somebody had turned it up to high speed. “I’m gonna cum! I…I can’t wait!”

I didn’t answer him because when I heard him say he was gonna cum, something snapped inside me and all those awesome feelings I was trying to describe exploded into feelings that were about a gazillion times better. My insides were churning, I could feel my pussy clamping on his cock, and then – all of a sudden – my insides were flooded with this incredible heat and I knew he was coming. Other than hearing a lot of moaning, feeling my body jerking, and having a lot of really awesome feelings, I can’t really tell you anything more about what it was like to cum with him for the first time. Actually, now that I think about it, I never, ever, came with anyone before that.

For a while there, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to stop cumming. It kept going and going, feeling so awesome. Finally it got a little bit less intense and I started to calm down a little, but then I shook when kind of an after-shock of really nice feelings shot through me again. Neither of us was moving any more. Mr. D still was hanging on to my butt and I’d fallen forward and was lying on top of him with my breasts pressed against his shirt, which we never got around to taking off. I could feel him getting softer inside me, but he didn’t pull out. And every once in a while his cock would twitch a little, like he was having the same kind of after-shocks of pleasure I was.

Mr. D slid one hand up from my butt, over my back, and caressed my hair. Then he kissed me gently on the cheek. I lifted my head, looked down at him, and then I bent down and we kissed for the first time. Our mouths opened, then we pressed our lips together, and our tongues lashed each other. Wow! He was as good at kissing as he was at fucking! I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that. It was soft and gentle and wild and crazy, all at the same time. I had a couple more of those after-shock things while we were kissing, and I guess he was feeling the same way because his cock twitched a couple of times, too.

When the kiss ended, I buried my head against his neck and whispered, “Wow!”

“That is the perfect word, isn’t it?” he replied softly. His fingers were trailing up and down my back now, and I was starting to feel good in a totally different way. His cock was getting smaller and smaller and I was sort of sad about that. I was going to feel really empty when it wasn’t in me any more.





Hillary



Then I felt him stiffen. “Hillary, I just thought of something,” he said. His voice sounded a little funny.

“What?” I asked.

“Ah…are you…on the pill?” he said.

I laughed. “Yeah, don’t worry, I’ve been on the pill for years.” I lifted my head and gave him a little kiss. “You don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.” As I said that, his cock slid out of me. “That tickled. Darn, you aren’t in me any more,” I said.

“I know,” he replied. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug. “I hate to move, but I really do need to go to the bathroom,” he told me.

I managed to get to my feet, which wasn’t all that easy given how we were lying on the sofa, then he sat up and stood up. His pants and underpants were still tangled around one of his ankles and he still had his shirt and undershirt on. He looked kind of silly standing there like that, and I couldn’t help but giggle. It made him blush. “I know, I’m not a Chippendale dancer,” he said.

“It isn’t that, it’s because you still have half your clothes on,” I said. It surprised me to learn that he might be worried about how his body looked. I never knew guys cared about stuff like that, other than maybe how big their cocks are.

“Oh, well, if that’s all it is,” he said. He stripped off the rest of his clothes, then he headed for the bathroom.

I figured if he could fold my stuff, I could do the same for him, so I picked up his things, folded them, and put them on the chair next to mine. I also folded up the bathrobe I’d been wearing. It had a big wet spot on it because we’d been lying on it while we were fucking. It never even occurred to me to get dressed. All of a sudden it didn’t matter any more that I was naked in front of him.

“What time do you have to be home?” Mr. D asked when he came back from the bathroom.

“No particular time,” I told him. I looked at the windows and realized it had gotten dark out. How long had I been there, anyhow?
“Won’t your parents worry if you stay out too late?” he asked.

“They’re not home. Daddy had a business conference in Toronto this week and he took my mother along,” I explained.

“Oh,” he said. He sat down on the sofa next to me and gave me the strangest look. “You are such a lovely, incredible young woman,” he said softly. He cupped my face gently with one hand.

That made me blush. “I…not really…I’m not,” I stammered. I have no idea why I reacted that way. I guess I never really thought about myself like that.

“You most assuredly are,” he repeated, looking me straight in the eye. And like before, it was as if I could see inside him looking in his eyes and I knew he really meant what he was saying. He leaned forward and kissed me really gently. It felt so neat it made me shudder a little.

“I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I feel as if I need a shower.” He grinned at me. “Would you like to take one with me?”

That was something I’d never done before and it sounded like a great idea. “Sure, sounds like fun,” I said.

I got up and we walked into the bathroom together. It was like something had changed between us that made it OK for us to be naked with each other. Maybe it had to do with the fact that we’d had incredible sex together, I’m not sure, but I wasn’t embarrassed about being naked in front of Mr. D and he didn’t seem upset about being naked in front of me, either. I mean, it was like he said; he didn’t have the body of a Chippendale dancer, but he sure as heck wasn’t gross looking, either.

Mr. D has the wildest shower I’d ever seen. You go in through a glass door like a regular shower, but his is huge, like almost as big as the rest of the bathroom. There are places to sit along three of the walls, a showerhead coming out of the three sides where the door isn’t. On one side, near one of the places to sit, there was a spray hose, too. He got the water running and the temperature right, and we got in.

“This is unreal,” I told him. “I’ve never seen a shower like this before.”

“I got a really great deal on it at a home show,” he said. “I don’t spend money on a lot of fancy things, but I thought this would be worth it.

“Would you like it if I washed your hair?” he asked.

I looked at him, surprised, and said, “You really want to wash my hair?”

He nodded and said, “It would be my pleasure.”

I figured it couldn’t hurt. My hair was going to get wet in the shower anyhow, and I wear it straight, so it wasn’t like he was going to spoil my hairdo or anything. “Hey, OK, if you want to, I don’t mind,” I said. Mr. D sure was different from most of the guys my age I know. There’s no way I could ever see Dave wanting to wash my hair. Nope, no way, no how.

Mr. D pointed to the seat built into the wall near where the spray hose was. “Why don’t you sit there?” he said.

I did. I closed my head and leaned it back and Mr. D used the spray hose to get my hair completely wet. Then I felt his fingers moving through my hair and could feel the lather from the shampoo forming. It was wild! I had no idea having a guy wash your hair could feel so neat! He kept working the shampoo into my hair until he really had things lathered up and had my scalp tingling in the neatest way. OK, other parts of me were tingling, too. I sure as heck didn’t expect that would happen.

“Time to rinse,” he said.

I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and he rinsed the lather out of my hair. When he finished that, he shampooed my hair again, and after he rinsed me the second time, he put conditioner in! God, the guy was like a hairdresser. Except by the time he was putting the conditioner in my hair, I was pretty darn turned on. I’ve had my hair done by a hairdresser a couple of times and I never got turned on before. Of course Philippe, the guy who did my hair both of those times, is gay and we both had out clothes on, so that could be why I didn’t get turned on.

“You want me to wash your hair while the conditioner is on?” I asked Mr. D.

He smiled and said, “OK.”

I think Mr. D liked having me wash his hair as much as I liked having him wash mine, because he had a pretty good start on a hard-on by the time I was finished with him. I know because I checked. And besides, he was naked, so there was no way to hide it, was there?

After we were finished washing each other’s hair, Mr. D handed me a yellow washcloth, one that was a lot fluffier than the terrycloth stuff we have at home. “The soap’s over there,” he said, pointing toward where a place to hold soap was molded into the wall of the shower room.

I took one bar of soap and began lathering up my washcloth and he did the same thing to a dark blue washcloth he had. I was watching him because I noticed that when he was rubbing the soap to get the lather in the washcloth, other parts of him moved. When I looked up and saw that he was looking at me, my face got hot, but then I saw where he was looking and it wasn’t at my face. I guess parts of me were moving, too. I thought it was neat that when he realized I knew what he’d been looking at, he blushed.

“Shall we wash ourselves or should we do each other?” he asked me, grinning.

I’m pretty sure he already knew what my answer was going to be. In fact I didn’t answer him. I just stepped closer to him and began running the lather-filled washcloth I had in my hand over him, starting with his chest and shoulders. And as soon as I did that, he started “washing” me, too, lathering up pretty much the same places on me I was lathering up on him. It was as neat “washing” Mr. D and having him “wash” me as having him give me a shampoo. He still had that incredible soft, gentle touch and he was trying to be thorough and “wash” all of me. He spent a lot of time on certain places, like my nipples, and that was driving me crazy. Like I said, I was “washing” the same places on him and I noticed that his nipples were hard, too, and I saw his face change a little when I rubbed the washcloth over them. It never occurred to me that guys liked having their nipples played with. Once I figured that out, I really went to work on them. I glanced while I was doing that and saw that it was having a very arousing effect on him.

When he finished with my breasts – I don’t think they’ve ever been washed as well as he washed them – he re-lathered the washcloth, then he surprised me by grabbing me, turning me around. He began sliding the washcloth over my back, moving downward, toward my butt, slowly but surely. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting again. I mean, I’d already had at least three mind-blowing orgasms. It didn’t seem possible I had enough energy left to get turned on again, but I sure as heck was.

He kept going farther and farther down my back. My dimples back there got a lot of attention, then he started in on my butt. God! He washed each cheek separately and was really careful washing between them. By the time he moved on to my legs, I was hanging on to the wall, my legs were shaking so hard. Man, he sure knew exactly how to touch me to turn me on! After he finished my legs, he had me turn around. I’d stopped doing anything to him because I had to hang on to the wall to keep from falling, but he kept right on going. He did my belly, starting just under my breasts and working his way down. I knew the minute he put that washcloth between my legs I was going to cum and that’s exactly what happened. Jeezum! I started moaning and shaking and my legs went weak and my hips were rocking up and down against his hand. I felt him slid an arm around me to help hold me up, but he didn’t stop doing what he was doing to my pussy. God! It wasn’t as wild as when we fucked, but it was still pretty damn awesome.

I felt him moving me around, but I was still kind of out of it from cumming and wasn’t really sure what he was doing. I finally was able to think clearly enough to realize that he was sitting on one of the seats and had moved me so I was standing in front of him, with my back to him. I was pretty foggy from cumming, so I wasn’t quite sure what he was up to. Then he put his hands on my hips and pulled me back toward him and down. I had to spread my legs to straddle his, and even though I was pretty out of it, I knew what he was doing then. I heard myself moan when I felt his hard-on poking me in the butt. He reached between us and centered the tip where it needed to be, then I let myself sink down on him, and let out a sigh while I did.

I’m supposed to describe how it all felt and that’s really hard. I think I’ve compared it to, like, the weather enough. What happened as I slid down onto Mr. D’s hard-on there in the shower was kind of like the way you feel when you’re on a roller coaster. You go up the steep hill and get a real thrill when you go over the top and start shooting down the other side. You kind of settle down when you get to the bottom of the hill, then you either get pitched up in the air again, or go around a really sharp curve, or maybe go into a loop. That’s kind of what happened to me when Mr. D pulled me down onto his lap. When he made me cum with his washcloth, it was like going over the first hill of the roller coaster. Then, just when I’d reached the bottom of that hill, he stuck his hard-on into me and off I went into what felt like a series of fantastic loops and curves while he rocked his hips, shoving himself into me. I started lifting and lowering myself, too, adding to the awesome sensations, then he grabbed my breasts and started twirling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. God, was that ever incredible! It wasn’t long before he had me climbing the biggest hill of all, then we both groaned and he grabbed my hips and held me against him really tight. I could feel his hard-on kind of pumping, then his hot stuff shot into me again. When that happened, I shot over the top and dropped into a kind of weightless, wild, wonderful feeling. It was so great.

I leaned back in his arms and he held me really tight after we finished. It seemed to take a while for us to get our senses back but, Jeezum, we’d been going at it like a couple of rabbits for God knows how many hours without much of a break except for when we ate the pizza. Once we were both able to stand, we did. We managed to finish the shower without fucking again, but I can’t say I didn’t walk out of that incredible shower room just a little turned on. And Mr. D was, too.

We dried each other off with these really incredible fluffy towels he has, then he dried my hair. You read that right. He used a blow dryer and brush to dry my hair, and did it better than I could have. Well, maybe not any better, but it was a heck of a lot more fun to have him do it than when I do it myself. Of course it really didn’t do anything to make me any less turned on, but…

“You said your parents are going to be away the entire week?” Mr. D asked while he was finishing drying my hair.

“They’re supposed to come back sometime during the day Friday,” I told him. “Why?” I couldn’t figure out why, all of a sudden, he was asking my about my parents.

“Well, if your parents aren’t home…” he said.

God, I can be pretty dense sometimes. All of a sudden I figured out what he was getting at. He wanted me to stay the night. Wow! “Do…do you…are you…I mean…do you want…me…um…?”

Mr. D grinned and said, “Would you like to spend the night?”

“Wow, would I ever!” I said, without even thinking.

“I’m glad,” he said.

“What time is it, anyhow?” I asked. I really didn’t have any idea.

“Before we came in to take the shower, I think it was around nine,” he said.

“Nine o’clock! Wow!” I exclaimed. I’d arrived at his house a little before one. That meant we were doing what we were doing for almost eight hours. I’d never had sex that long before. Sometimes with Dave, I’m lucky if it lasts eight minutes. OK, Mr. D and I weren’t having sex the whole time, but you know what I mean.

“If you don’t want to go to bed, we can watch TV, or maybe a movie,” Mr. D said.

“Bed’s OK with me,” I told him. Actually, I was kind of tired. I mean, I did have a pretty strenuous day.

“Come on.” Mr. D took my hand, led me out the bathroom door, turned right, and led me to the bedroom that was located between the bathroom and kitchen. I could tell it was the spare bedroom because even though it was really nice, and had a Queen-size bed and TV and VCR, there weren’t any personal things in it, like pictures and stuff. He was planning to use this bedroom and not the master bedroom because that’s where he slept with his wife. It was the first time I’d thought about him being married since the whole thing between us started and it made me feel guilty about what I was doing for the first time.

On top of that, things got a little strange once we were standing next to the bed. We kind of looked at each other as if neither one of us knew what to do or say next. And it occurred to me that I’d never really “slept” – I mean like to go to sleep and all for a whole night – in a bed with a guy. Oh, sure, Dave and I have screwed in my bed a bunch of times when my folks weren’t home, but he’s never stayed over. I mean, this was going to be the first time I actually did “sleep” with a guy. For some reason, the fact that it was Mr. D I was doing it with was kind of nice.

Mr. D bent down and gave me a kiss. “Look,” he said, “there’s something I need to do. The remote for the TV is on the nightstand next to the bed, there. If you want, you can watch TV until I get back.”

“OK,” I said.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” he told me, then he turned and walked out of the room. I heard him going down the hall, then the sound of a door opening and closing. I turned around, pulled down the covers, and slid into the bed. I picked up the remote, turned on the TV, found the country music channel, and laid back to watch videos while I waited for Mr. D. OK, so I like country music, so what? Some kids my age do like it. I like lots of different kinds of music, really, even classical, but I like country the best, especially Garth Brooks and Alan Jackson. Oh, yeah, and I really love John Michael Montgomery. He’s so cute with that awesome smile and those dimples.

I lay there wondering what Mr. D had to do, then it hit me; he was probably calling his wife and daughter. Jeezum! That made me feel like shit. How could something be as neat as what he and I were doing be wrong? I tried to convince myself he and I weren’t hurting anybody, but I couldn’t quite do it.

I guess I fell asleep because I jumped when I felt the bed moving a little later. I was still waking up when I felt warm skin brushing against mine and an arm slid around me. “Hi, sleepyhead,” Mr. D purred, then he kissed me on the cheek.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“That’s all right,” he replied. He grinned. “I certainly can understand why you might be a bit tired.”

I felt my face getting warm – how come I kept blushing? “Ah…yeah…I…I guess,” I said.

Mr. D bent his head forward and kissed me on the lips; not just a peck, a real kiss. It was only the second time he’d done that since I had showed up at his house earlier. Our first kiss was pretty incredible, only the best I’d ever had, but this one was better. It was like he knew how to do all that kind of stuff, you know, stuff about making out, about as well as it could be done. I mean, his touch is the most incredible I’ve ever felt, not that I’m that experienced or anything. And he kisses neater than any guy I ever knew; only I’m not sure I know why. I mean, kissing is just putting your lips together, right? OK, and maybe getting some tongue action in, too. How hard is that? And how come it feels different when different people kiss you?

Mr. D kisses me like he touches me; really gently. It isn’t like he does it so much different, because he doesn’t, but somehow when his lips are against mine, they’re gentler, and it feels really awesome. I’ve always liked kissing, and I guess Mr. D likes it, too. He’s gotta like it. I mean, once he started kissing me, it was like he wasn’t going to stop. And I really didn’t want him to. OK, he was doing more than kissing me. He was touching me all over my body, like he’d done before, only kinda different. He still used the tips of his fingers – God, it makes me get goose bumps go all weird inside just to think about it – at first, but he started changing from using just the tips of his fingers to using the flat of his hand, too. That was so wild! He’d use his fingertips to get my skin all tingly, then he’d slide his hand over me – almost as lightly – and kind of calm my skin down. Then he’d make me all tingly with his fingers again. It was so wild! And all the time he was doing that, he was kissing me and our tongues were lashing around and I was getting so turned on again. God, I can’t even tell you how many times he’d made me cum – I think way more than Dave has in all the time we’ve been going out – and now he was turning me on all over again.

And maybe it was because we were in bed or something, but it felt different, even better, than it had when we were making out and stuff in the living room. And I wasn’t just lying there letting Mr. D do all the work. I was doing stuff to him, too. I tried to touch him the same way he was touching me. I’m not sure I can touch him as lightly as he touches me, but after a while I could feel him shuddering and he’d groan sometimes when I touched him certain places. That thrilled me because it meant I was making him feel really good, just like he was doing to me. It was so wild, I could feel his cock getting hard the minute our bare bodies touched, so I knew he was going to want to fuck me again and I sure as hell wanted that!

After what seemed like a long time, he stopped kissing me on the mouth, but he didn’t stop kissing me. No way! What he did was he started kissing me other places. And of course he kept touching me, too. It was so neat! He kissed my neck and one of my ears. Then he licked my ear and did that ever feel neat! Wow! Pretty soon I was making the same kind of noises he’d been making while I was touching him. I was still trying to touch him, but the way he was kissing me, and where he was kissing me, was getting me so turned on I had a hard time keeping my mind on what I was doing.




Hillary



It didn’t take him long to kiss his way down onto my chest and by then, my nipples were as hard as they’ve ever been. They were as hard as they’d ever been and tingling like crazy. I knew he’d get to them eventually, but it sure seemed as if he was taking his time. I was lying on my back and he was kind of leaning over me, kissing me. He did my neck, then my right shoulder, then he kissed his way across the top of my chest to my left shoulder, then back again. It felt nice, really nice, but what I wanted more than anything was for him to kiss my nipples.

At the same time, his hands were sliding up and down my legs, on top of my thighs, then on the outside of my thighs, then up the inside of my thighs, but he never touched my pussy. Even so, I was so turned on I had a wet spot under me on the bed.

He did finally get to my nipples, but I thought I was going to go crazy by the time he did. He kissed over the tops of my breasts, then along the sides, then along the bottoms, then up between them, everywhere but my nipples! I wanted him to kiss them so bad I finally wound up begging him to kiss them. “Please! Oh, God, please!” I heard myself whining. I hate whining, but…

He lifted his head and looked at me, kind of grinning. “What is it my dear?” he asked. “What would you like?” As if he didn’t know.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked. Before I could answer he lowered his head and licked my right nipple.

“Yesssssss!” It sounded like I was hissing. “Oh, yessssss!” God, did that ever feel good! I love having my nipples sucked, I always have, but it never felt like it did when Mr. D started doing it. His tongue was like magic! It circled my nipple, then flipped back and forth over it, then circled it again. There is no way I can put how that felt into words, no way! He did that with his tongue over and over, making me wilder and wilder. I couldn’t lie still any more and I was gasping and moaning pretty much all the time.

“Gahhhhh!” I yelled when he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth. He kept sucking on it and was kinda lashing it with his tongue at the same time. Jeezum! I thought I was gonna come, right there and then, just from having him do that. He kept doing that for a while, too, and I kept getting more and more turned on. I’m not sure, but it felt like I was thrashing and flopping around on the bed like I was having a fit.

Then he stopped sucking my right nipple and headed for the left one. And he found something else to do to make me crazy, too. He dragged his tongue over me, almost like he did with his fingers. Down from my nipple into the valley between my breasts, then up onto my left breast it went. And it felt even better than when he did that with his fingers, believe me!

He did the same thing on my left breast, teasing me by licking everywhere but my nipple for the longest time. I grabbed his head and tried to push him to my nipple, but I was so weak from being turned on, I couldn’t do it. I know I was making all kinds of noises and stuff, and I wanted to say something, to tell him to please suck my other nipple, but I couldn’t. Then he lifted his head and I tensed up because I knew exactly what was gonna happen. He was going to lick my left nipple the way he’d licked my right one. But he didn’t. He faked me out. Did he ever! Instead of licking it, he dropped his head, sucked it into his mouth, and started lashing it with his tongue. At the exact same time, he slid his hand up between my legs and cupped my pussy. This time I didn’t almost cum, I did it! Fantastic feelings exploded through me and I started bucking just like I was being screwed. My hips rose off the bed, twisting and turning, and my back arched. I think I yelled so loud that if he had anybody living closer than a mile from his house, they’d have heard me. Jeezum! Nobody ever told me you could cum just from having your nipple sucked.

After I stopped cumming, Mr. D wrapped his arms around me and cradled me against him, rubbing my back gently, playing with my hair, and kissing me on the lips and face. It probably sounds kind of weird, but in some ways, it was almost as neat to have him do that as it was to have him make me cum as good as he did. When he was cuddling me like that I felt really safe and cared for. I never felt like that with a guy before. Not ever; not the way Mr. D made me feel. I had a really surprising idea come to me. “Oh, wow!” I thought. “No way is this fucking. This is making love.” It was, too. That’s why it was different from what I did with Dave and the few other guys I had sex with. That’s all it was, having sex, getting off. With Mr. D it was a lot more. He really wanted me to feel good, and was really careful to see that I did. I really think it was more important to him that it was good for me than that it was good for him.

After I’d calmed down a little, Mr. D had me lay on my back and then he rolled over and got so he was kneeling between my legs. I could feel his hard-on bumping against my pussy and even though I’d just had an incredible cum; I wanted him to put it in me. “Take me!” I begged. “Please! Oh, God, please! Don’t tease me! Don’t make me wait!” I reached up toward him. I don’t think I could have taken it if he’d teased me the way he did when he was licking my breasts and nipples.

“I won’t make you wait,” he told me. He reached down, grabbed hold of his hard-on, and slid the tip down between my pussy lips. When it was in the right position, he hunched his hips forward a little and got the tip inside me. Jeezum, did that ever feel wonderful! Then he leaned forward and held his body above mine with his arms while he shoved himself into me until I could feel our bodies pressing together down there. I love how it feels when he’s in me like that! God, do I ever!

Mr. D started lifting his hips slowly and began pulling his hard-on out of me but he stopped when he was almost all the way out, then he slid it back in just as slowly. He kept doing that, sliding in and out, in and out, with an even pace. Pretty soon I was feeling as if I hadn’t really cum just a few minutes earlier. I swear I could feel every inch of his hard-on as it slid out of me. God! I never knew making love with someone could feel like that! Of course, now that I know what it’s really like, I know I never really made love before I started up with Mr. D. I looked up at him and saw that he had that same neat look on his face I saw the last time we made love. He looked like he was in heaven or something, I don’t know how else to put it. It is so awesome to see that. It made me feel fantastic to know I was making him feel that good.

The TV was still on and while all of this was going on, I could hear John Michael Montgomery singing, “I Can Love You Like That.” Isn’t it weird that in the middle of everything, I’d hear that? I mean, I was just about out of it from wanting to cum, but I heard a song, and it happens to be one of my favorites. Awesome, isn’t it?

I could feel him starting to move faster and that made me feel even better, not that I was sure it was possible to feel a whole lot better than I was already feeling. Of course I sure was wrong about that and I found that out how wrong I was pretty quick.
Mr. D had his hips jammed against mine now and kept slamming against me. I lifted my legs, wrapped them around his, and shoved back against him almost as hard as he was pushing against me. The bed was shaking and thumping against the wall, we were going at it so hard. Mr. D had his full weight lying on me and had reached down, grabbed my butt, and was pulling me against him while he drove into me. I grabbed his butt, too. I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me.

“Oh, Jesus! Oh, Goddddddd!” Mr. D groaned. He held himself against me with his hard-on deep inside me and went into kind of a whole-body shudder. I felt something hot shooting into me, then I started moaning just as loud as he was, my body started quivering, too, and all I could feel were those fantastic feelings I get when I cum. They were just as intense and awesome as they were every other time Mr. D made me cum, but they were different, too. And the weird thing was that even though I was cumming like crazy, I was hyper aware of the fact that it did feel different. I guess the only way to describe the feelings I was having is that, somehow, they were warmer than they’d been before. I know that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s the only think I can think of.

When I’m cumming, especially with Mr. D, I never want it to stop. It does stop, but even the stopping is neat. I go from this intense kind of explosion of feelings to starting to calm, but then little after-jolts that are so nice shoot through me, but those happen farther and farther apart, then I start getting really calm and tired. That happened and as it did, Mr. D rolled on his side and cuddled me in his arms just like he did after he made me cum by sucking on my nipples. I think he was still had sort of a hard-on and I think it was still in me and I’m pretty sure I fell asleep that way.

When I first woke up in the morning, I was a little freaked. I mean, I was in a strange bed in a strange bedroom. And on top of that, as I lay there on my right side there was a naked body pressed against me, somebody was tickling my breast, and something hard was jabbing me in the butt.

I kind of stiffened a little, then Mr. D said, “Good morning.” The minute I heard his voice I knew where I was and who the naked body pressing against me belonged to. I also figured out what was jabbing my butt. I was going to get up and go to the bathroom, but Mr. D ran his thumb over my nipple, which was already half-hard, and that felt so good I decided to stay where I was a little longer. I couldn’t believe he had a hard-on already, but he sure as heck did. Of course, Mr. D didn’t just tease my nipple. He started kissing my neck, and running his fingers up and down my arm, too. I probably don’t have to tell you what that did to me. Then he started moving his hips a little, kind of like he was fucking me from behind, and his hard-on started sliding deeper into my butt crack. It slid pretty easy, which means that pre-cum stuff was coming out, so he had to be pretty turned on. I was, too. I could feel myself getting wet again, too. Jeezum! You’d think after all we did, the edge would be off, but it sure as heck wasn’t.

He kept moving his hips and his hard-on kept sliding deeper and deeper between my buttocks. It felt really good, even though he wasn’t in me. I think I heard somebody call what we were doing “dry humping” one time but I’m not sure. And both of us were so turned on at that point that neither of us was dry, not even a little bit. I felt the tip of his hard on slide over the piece of skin between my pussy and my rear hole, and then it hit the bottom of my pussy lips. God, did that ever feel good! I think I groaned a little. Mr. D pulled back and did it again and it felt even better the second time he did it. He pulled back a third time. This time, when he pushed it back in between my butt cheeks, the tip hit my back hole and sort of stuck in it for a second before it slid deeper. Jeezum, did that ever give me a whole bunch of wild feelings! He touched me and licked my butt hole when he was eating me and that felt pretty awesome, too. I heard other girls talk about taking it up the ass and loving how it felt, but I always thought they were crazy or sick or something, but it sure did feel good to have my butt hole played with. Maybe anal sex really isn’t sick or weird.

Mr. D moved a little and when he did, it made me move my legs front a little. The next time he shoved his hard-on between my butt cheeks, it went a lot deeper and plowed up through my pussy lips. God, did that ever feel great! I moaned really loud and I felt my hips push back at him automatically.

He slid his hand down from my breast, over my hip, and pulled my right leg back and up over his, then he slid his hand down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit. Man, wild feelings shot through me and I groaned again. Then he shoved his hips forward again and this time, when he did that, he used his hand to guide his cock into my pussy.

“Oh, yeah!” I moaned. I still had to pee really bad, but that seemed to make what we were doing feel even better.
Because of how we were laying there, he couldn’t get in me as far as he had when he was on top of me, or when I was on top of him, but he still got in far enough to feel awesome. Once he was in as far as he could get; he started moving his hips. Jeezum, that felt so great! While he was shoving his cock in and out of me, he slid his hand down, took my clit between his thumb and forefinger, and started stroking it like he was jerking me off. Oh, man, that was it. I started screaming and exploded. He’d done it to me again. I was cumming and it was just as fantastic as all of the times I’d cum with him had been. “Oh, God, Hillary!” I heard him groan, then his thrusts got real fast and all of a sudden he was shooting his hot stuff into me again. I’d almost stopped cumming, but when he started to cum, it was like the roller coaster I was talking about before, I shot right back up and over a really high hill of incredible feelings.

When we finally calmed down, Mr. D was nibbling on my neck, kissing me, and holding me against him. I love how neat it feels to be cuddled like that. But I still needed to pee, a whole lot worse now than I had before. “I gotta go to the bathroom,” I told him. He let me go. I slipped out of his arms, got up, and went to the bathroom to do what I had to do. When I finished and wiped myself, I realized how messy I was and knew I was going to need a shower. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I was pretty sure Mr. D was going to have to get up and go to school because he had classes every day, not just the one I was in. I went back to the bedroom.

Mr. D lay there, watching me walk toward him, grinning. His eyes moved all over my body. It was like I could actually feel him looking at me. I think, maybe, I blushed, but I’m not sure. The thing was, he was naked, too, and I was looking at him sort of like he was looking at me.

“My turn,” he said. I sat down on the bed and he got up and went to the bathroom.

I looked over at the clock on the stand next to the bed. It was seven-thirty in the morning. And I’d been awake for a while, too. I hadn’t been up this early in ages. Usually I lay in bed until ten or so. After I get up and get dressed I just fool around the house until maybe noon, then I go meet my friends and hang out for the rest of the day.

I was still sitting on the side of the bed when Mr. D came back from the bathroom. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me. I looked at him and he gave me a gentle kiss. “I really do have to start getting ready for school,” he told me. He looked and sounded sad. “I have a class at nine.”

“Yeah, I know, I probably should get home, too,” I said.

He kissed me again. “We can shower together,” he said, grinning. “That will save a little time, won’t it?”

I smiled back at him. “Yeah, it sure will.”

I’m not sure how much time we saved showering together, what with making love while we were showering and all, but we eventually got out, dried off, and got dressed. It was so weird. When we started, I felt really funny being naked with Mr. D. Now I felt funny having my clothes on when I was with him. We walked out to the kitchen and stood by the kitchen door.

He put his arms around me, pulled me against him, and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “You look sad,” he said.

“I wish you didn’t have that class,” I said. “I don’t want to go home.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go home, either,” he told me, kissing me again. “But you have that assignment to finish.”

I’d almost forgotten about that. “You…you mean you really want me to do it?” I replied, surprised. I mean, I was going to have to write about making love with him and all. Did he really want me to write that? “You really want me to write about what…about what you and I…about what we did?”

He kissed me on the lips. “Of course,” he said.

“But…but won’t other people see it?” I asked.
He shook his head. “You only need to make one copy, and give that to me,” he said. “Nobody else will see it.”

“OK,” I said. If that was what he wanted, I’d do it.

He let go of me and took a step back. “Hillary, I…I really do have to get going,” he said, sounding very sad, maybe as sad as I felt.

“Yeah…I know,” I said. I turned and reached for the doorknob, but I had an idea. I turned back to him. “Ah…can…if I get a rough draft of my…uh…paper, done by this afternoon, can I bring it over for you to check out?”

He got a huge smile on his face. “Of course you can,” he replied.

“Great,” I said. I turned, opened the door, and…