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during all this so I couldn't see if he had pubic hair. I was too curious to wait for him to show me. My
hands slipped under his belly and reached for that part of him. Smooth skin, nothing but smooth skin!
"Let me make love to you now!" I pleaded, not expecting him to give way to me. Again he surprised me.
He lay on his back and nodded for me to go ahead. "You'll let me? Oh Michael, thank you!" I did the
rounds of his body first, licking him all over, taking a quick suck of his cock, inspecting him, loving him,
and when my curiosity was satisfied I straddled his loins and guided his long, slender cock into me. It
was like an ivory dildo, beautifully carved, and it slipped into my cunt as easily as if it had been custom
made for it. He was content at first to let me do all the work. I bobbed up and down over him, working
his cock into different parts of my pussy until the worst itch had been scratched. Then it was time to
settle down to some serious fucking!
I lay on top of him and placed my legs on top of his so that his cock was trapped not only in my pussy
but also between my thighs. I kissed him with passion and thrust my tongue into his mouth, clung to him,
and undulated my whole body so his cock would enter me deeply. And Michael kissed me back but
held still for the rest. I worked off all that excess energy, that pent-up frustration, banging my belly
against his, holding his cock securely between my slippery lips, and he loved it! He waited until I couldn't
go on. My back hurt, I wasn't getting the right amount of penetration, so he rolled us both over and took
over the wheel.
Now his cock dove deep into my cunt, down, down, down, till it touched bottom. That set me off right
away. The next stroke seemed to go even deeper and the stroke after that was headed for my throat
from the wrong end. He fucked beautiful, long, driving strokes, given an extra hitch by a snap of his ass.
I settled in for the finale, convinced that this was his last act. For a while it looked as though I was right.
He started to gallop, and that was part of a routine with which I was at least familiar. Harder and harder,
sticking his dick into me so deep that I felt it between my lungs! Any moment his sperm would fill me up,
and in preparation for that moment I started to work at getting off. The expectation, the foreplay, his
powerhouse fucking, all elevated me up to the springboard, and from there I jumped to arch gracefully
through the blue skies to land in a pool of joy. I heard myself cry out gibberish and compliments to him.
Next would come his grunts, his frantic crescendo ... but no, he kept on plugging away at the same pace!
He rolled us over again and I found myself on top of him, trying my best to remember what to do. While
I contended with my post-orgasmic daze Michael took over again. His hands grabbed hold of my hips
and began to move me back and forth slowly so that his cock banged about inside me like a clapper in a
bell. That was fun but not nearly as much as I was about to get. He increased the speed of his
movement, moving me back and forth faster, faster, more violently, shaking me like a rag doll, until my
head hurt and my eyes bugged out. But how delicious that felt! His cock moved about inside my cunt
and touched on all the unexplored bases, rattling around in there while I was in his strong hands. He was
sweating and grunting and his hips moved up and down while his hands moved me to and fro. The
motion soon got the better of me. Under a barrage of screams I came, came, came again, and he kept
shaking me until the last climax had rolled away into the distance. Then, with obvious reluctance, he
squeezed the cheeks of my ass together to put pressure on his cock, and brought himself undone inside
me.
Veronica lit cigarettes for the both of us and observed us with a quiet smile. "Didn't I tell you he was
great?" she said to me as if he wasn't right next to me. "He knows what to do with a woman. And you
weren't going to stick around for him to come by, right?"
"Nobody's perfect," I countered feebly. Nonetheless, her words struck a cord in me: if I had given in to
my listlessness I wouldn't have had the best Sunday afternoon in my life.
Chapter 5
I went to sleep very early that Sunday night and woke late the next morning when the doorbell rang
insistently. The family was out again. Yawning I got out of bed, threw a robe over my naked body, and
went downstairs to see who was bothering me.
"Jackie, let me in!" The bell rang, a fist pounded on the door, and a familiar voice shouted. Halfway
through a yawn I realized who it was:
Frank! "Let me in, I have to talk to you!"
"Wait a second, Frank, I'm not decent!" I ran back upstairs and put on shorts and a T-shirt for the sake
of decency ... or self-protection. Then I opened the door and let him in. My fiancé looked like a
different man. Gone was the clean-cut polish, the poise and the self-confidence. There were rings under
his eyes, his hair was tousled, and he looked very nervous for some reason. "My goodness, look at
you!" I exclaimed after pecking him on the cheek. "Where have you been? Have you been playing
around or something?"
"What?" He looked at me blankly for a second, then shook his head. "Playing around. That's a laugh."
He sank down in the nearest chair and held his head with both hands. "Do you have any coffee? I feel
awful."
"Sure." I made him some and sat in the chair opposite him. "Now what's the trouble, honey? Is
something wrong?"
"I guess you could say that." He took a swallow of his coffee and set the cup down. "Jackie ..." He
paused, swallowed, and tried again. "Jackie, listen, I know I said a lot of rash things in the car the other
night ... a man gets carried away ..." Now it was my turn to get nervous. Was he trying to tell me that he
no longer wanted to marry me? I began to see Frank in a very different light, no longer a Joe College
with big prospects, but as a man whom I loved in my own way. I felt the blood rush from my face and I
moved over to his side to hold his hands while he tried to continue.
"It's just that ... well, we agreed that there'd be no sex before marriage between us but Jackie, I ... I
can't take it any more! For the last three nights I've not been able to sleep. My body longs for you, I
think of nothing and no one else, I want you!"
Whew! That was a relief. Now I knew I could handle the situation. "Honey, no," I said gently, "we'd
only ruin it. I really appreciate that you want me so badly but you know yourself we'll be glad for waiting
when the time comes."
"I knew you'd say that," he said dully.
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