Thanks to my editor
'larryinseattle'
whose input only makes these stories better.
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As I sat down on the far end of the futon, I memorized every inch of Jessie's gorgeous body. Jessica Ann Wittman was the daughter of the richest and most prominent man in the area around my grandparent's cabin. She and I had met when she was 18 and I was 16. I had also met Jack, her self-proclaimed boyfriend at the same time. Our first meeting ended with me being knocked unconscious and left on the beach.
Jessie had other ideas though and arranged for us to meet again. We became quick friends, secretly spending long hours together avoiding Jack and her father. We'd spent most of our time together swimming, talking and later on, kissing. That had been two years ago and a lot had changed since then, the most tragic being the accident that had left her father in a coma and Jack in charge of everything her family owned. Yet something good ... no ... fantastic had happened as well. Last night Jessie and I had become lovers for the first time.
Now, stretched out on the futon in my grandparent's cabin, her golden-brown hair encircled her head almost like a halo and, though closed, I knew her eyes were a deep shade of blue that sparkled when she was happy or excited. Her breasts were full and shaped like halves of a large, ripe melon. Her nipples reminded me of over-sized pencil erasers. Her areola were several shades darker than her nipples and only slightly lighter that the tan that was most of the rest of her body. (I had once asked her how she got such a tan and she had admitted that she spent several hours a week at the local tanning salon.) Her waist was narrow and flared out to her hips. Her legs were long and toned from all the time she spent outside and at the junction between them was a trimmed patch of curly brown hair that was now matted from our combined juices.
Just looking at her caused my cock to harden slightly but I knew that would be all that would happen, at least for now. Our love-making had started tender and loving but had become more and more passionate before we were done. She had cum five ... no ... six times and I had somehow cum twice, both of them deep in her pussy. We had spoken of love and desire, dreams of being together forever, and raising a family. Yet, as I lay down behind her all I wanted to do was sleep with her in my arms.
When I woke up, the fire in the fireplace had burned down to dull, red embers casting a soft glow throughout the room. Jessie was still snuggled tightly against me like a set of spoons. My right arm was under her head and the other was over the top of her, cupping her nearest breast. What surprised me was that my cock was rock hard again and was nestled between her legs, brushing against the opening to pussy.
I tried to pull away without disturbing her but was even more surprised when I heard her murmur, "Don't. I like the way this feels," as she cupped my left hand against her tit and squeezed while slowly moving her hips back and forth across my cock. "I've dreamed of this all my life. Waking up in the arms of my lover, his hands holding me and his cock pressed against me. It's so ... romantic, I guess is the best word."
"I guess I won't move then," I said as I placed a delicate kiss on her shoulder.
"Mmmmmmmmmm."
"And how about this?" I asked as I kissed just beneath her ear.
A shudder ran up and down her back and I felt her press her ass against me as she tightened her legs, trapping my cock in place. "I like that, too."
Shifting my position, I took her earlobe between my lips and teasingly sucked on it before gently biting it.
"Ohhhhhh, what are you doing to me?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you're trying to get me turned on so you can fuck me again."
"Am I?" I asked, knowing the question had a double meaning.
She answered as she squeezed my hand tighter over her breast, "Yes and Yes," before she turned her head towards me. I had never seen such a look of absolute joy in a person's face as she reached between her legs and teased the tip of my cock with her fingernails. "The only problem is that you wore me out," she pouted.
I tried to hide my disappointment as I lay back down and sighed, "In that case, we'll just have to wait and see how you're feel later."
Laughing, softly, she replied, "That's not what I said. I said you wore me out not that I didn't want to make love to you again," she finished as she shifted her position and pressed the head of my cock against the opening of her pussy. "You see, I've done some reading, too."
"Oh?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant as I felt the outer lips of her pussy wrap around the tip of my cock. "I thought you said you were 'a good girl'."
"Oh, I am ... BUT ... when I'm 'bad' I'm even better. Don't you agree?" she giggled as she ground her ass against me.
"Oh, yeah," I stammered.
"Do you remember my friend Sarah?" she continued.
"Yeah."
"Well, being from such a small town it's not hard for the most popular girl to be friends with the town's biggest slut and if she also happens to have the biggest collection of sex books around, it's even better."
"Ahhhhhh," I replied, unsure of what else to say while my mind whirled about imagining what was in those 'sex books'.
"One of those books had a chapter about something they called 'Exquisite Torture'."
"Exquisite wha ...?"
"It's ... well ... It's probably easier to explain it as we go along," she said as she pushed back slipping the tip of my cock inside her warm, wet tunnel. "Now push your cock in me slowly and I mean REAL slow. The object in the beginning is to feel everything. Concentrate of how my pussy feels wrapped around you. Do you feel how tight and wet it is? At the same time I'll be concentrating on how your cock feels as it goes into me. Mmmmmmm ... I can feel it stretching me already. That's why we need to do it slow. You also need to know that if either of us wants to stop, all you need to do is say so. According to the book we can stop because something hurts OR ... more likely something feels so good you want to prolong the feeling. Ok?"
I moved my left hand down and gripped her hip as I pushed into her. Almost immediately, I understood what she had been talking about. Her pussy was tight and wet yet there was more, it felt like a velvet-lined glove or vice clamping and unclamping along the entire length of my cock. I could feel the muscles of her pussy relax as they stretched while at the same time they sucked at me, trying to pull me in deeper, her juices coating my cock and adding to the warmth. Several times we stopped, savoring the sensations coursing through us. I have no idea how long it took before I felt the head of my cock press against the back of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured. "Sooooo nice. That was the 'Exquisite' part but now comes the 'Torture' part," she sighed. "From this point on, you have to keep your cock completely buried in me. We can touch each other any place we want but we can't 'fuck'.' Do you understand?"
"I think so," I replied though I really didn't.
Fortunately, she understood what I was and wasn't saying. "Ok. This ...," she said as she cupped her breast with my left hand, "is allowed and so is this," she continued as she moved my hand from her hip and placed it against her clit. "But this," she finished as she shifted her hips pulling my cock partially from her clinging depths before driving back against me, "isn't."
I felt a layer of sweat form on my forehead as I wondered if she had any idea just how close to cumming her demonstration had pushed me. Instinctively, I knew I had to do something to take my mind off the sensations that were rippling up from my groin so I gently pushed her away as I resettled behind her. The soft, smooth skin of her back was now exposed to me as I started on her shoulders and massaged my way downwards.
I could tell by the soft purring sound coming from her as well as the subtle movements that she was enjoying every moment of what I was doing. Using my right hand, which was still under her head, I reached down and caressed her breast, teasing it with just the fingertips as I explored every inch and contour. I could hear her breathing becoming more irregular as I moved closer to her nipple, brushing across the raised bumps surrounding her areola before swooping down the opposite slope and gently tickling the flesh of her cleavage.
"Mmmmmmmm, you are a tease," she whispered.
"Are you complaining?" I asked as my left hand I passed over the rounded form of her hips and slid down between her legs. Her inner thighs were wet and warm from the juices that were escaping from around my cock. For the briefest of moments, I thought about strumming across her clit but realized that this would end our 'torture' far too soon, instead I cradled her leg and lifted it over my thigh.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh. This feels so weird. Inside, I feel like I'm about to boil over and explode but outside I feel like a cool, wet cloth was just dropped on my pussy," she whispered.
I knew exactly what she was talking about.
My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it traveled down her leg as far as I could reach before gliding up over her rounded buttocks to her back and shoulders before gliding down her arm. I paid special attention to her hand which seemed to trigger something as she wrapped her fingers in mine and began to slowly grind her ass back against me. Over and over, my hands explored her body, moving this way and that to make sure every inch was touched, teased, and explored. At the same time, my lips were paying special attention to her neck, earlobes, and shoulders.
