Running Man's Sister
Melissa was doing her homework when she heard Bobby come in. It was late, and she knew that would mean his calves and thighs would be hurting him. Coach was pushing his long distance runners hard because for the first time in a long time he had a team that had a real chance at taking State. She knew he'd take a shower, and then ask her to rub down his legs. He always did.
But she didn't mind, really. He was a good brother, by virtue of being compared to the brothers of her friends. Her friends all hated their brothers and told horrible tales of mean things they did to their sisters. But Bobby wasn't like that at all. He was sweet and caring to his sister, and she knew it. She appreciated it too. That's why, half an hour later when she heard her brother's plaintive cry, "Melissa? I need it bad tonight" she answered back, "Be there in a minute," and wrapped up her homework.
She found him on his bed, flat on his back, as usual. Once he lay down it was hard to get him up again. He'd laid out the liniment and other stuff she used on his legs. He had on the loose basketball shorts he used as pajamas.
Melissa wore her PJs too, a set of pale purple baby dolls that were see-through for all intents and purposes. It wasn't until she had her hands covered with the smelly liniment that she realized she had forgotten to put on her terrycloth robe. She didn't usually expose herself to her brother this way.
But it was too late now. Her hands were already messy and anyway, his eyes were closed and one arm was across them. As she made the first strokes that would loosen up his tight, cramping muscles he sighed.
"Man, that feels good Melissa. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She continued to poke and press and squeeze his muscles. She was used to his compliments and knew she was an accomplished masseuse by now. On legs anyway.
She smiled as the front of his shorts began to tent up. He was getting a hardon. She was used to that too.
He always got hardons when she worked on his legs. The first couple of times she had accused him of being some kind of pervert, but he swore it wasn't because of her. He hypothesized it was just because the relief from his pain was so pleasurable that his hormones got out of balance.
What a crock.
But he wasn't an asshole about it, and he never tried to get her to do anything sexual. He was actually kind of a gentleman about it. And, the fact was, she was kind of proud that she could produce an erection like that when he was in such pain ... and that she did it by touching parts of him that weren't sexual at all.
She knew he jerked off after she left. One night she'd left her rings in his room and when she went back to get them he had his eyes tightly closed, his member in hand and was beating it furiously. He was so involved that he didn't even see her come in, and she was able to duck back out before he was aware she was there. All she could think of until she finally got to sleep was who he was thinking about as he did that. The thought that it might be her wasn't repulsive, but she had a hard time believing he felt that way about her.
She'd been on plenty of dates, and had necked heavily on some of them. Once a guy had gotten so horny that she had to jack him off to keep him off of her, so she knew what that thing in her brother's hand felt like. She'd only had a glimpse, but his looked ... interesting. She was interested enough to stick around several times to listen at his door when she left the room. Every time she heard the slap slap of his wrist hitting his abdomen as he jerked off his stiff rod.
She ran her hands up the front of his thighs. She could feel the rock hardness of the muscles there. He really was in pain tonight. Sometimes she thought he faked it, just to get her to run her hands over his legs.
He was fully erect now. In the beginning he'd tried to hide his erections from her, or lay it down on his stomach so it didn't show so much.
But both of them were used to it by now and he never bothered any more. Because of that, she got to see a lot of his balls. When his penis stood up, it held the leg of his shorts open and she could see the base of his shaft and that amazing pair of balls quite clearly. His balls were big and full, almost swollen looking, but she knew it was normal. His young body kept them full, ready to supply that hard thick rod with seed to pack into some girl some day. She didn't think he'd ever done that yet. He spent too much time training and too little time going on dates.
She dug into his tight muscles and he groaned, uncovering his eyes and lifting his head. "What are you trying to do ... Kill me?" His eyes widened as he saw how she was dressed ... or rather not dressed. "You forgot your robe Melissa," he went on. "Mom will kill you if she sees you in here like that."
"No she won't because she's not here," said his sister, poking her thumb into his leg hard. "She called and said she had to work late." Melissa noticed that the cloth pressed against the tip of his hard penis was getting darker, like it was getting wet. "Besides, you've seen me in lots less than this."
He let his head fall back with a groan. "Yeah, but give me a break sis, I'm only human. I mean look at what you do to me!" They both knew he was talking about the very obvious erection in front of her face.
She moved to the inside of his thigh and he spread his legs. "I thought you said that was just hormones released by the remediation of the pain," she said.
"It is," he moaned. "It has to be, because if it isn't that means I'm getting a boner for my sister! That just doesn't happen."
"Sure it does" she said, continuing her work on the inside of his thigh right beside those full swollen balls. "Amy Johnson told me her brother sneaks in her room at night and beats off while he thinks she's sleeping. She said she teases him by pulling her shirt up so one of her breasts shows."
Bobby's head lifted off the bed again. "You're shitting me! She actually told you that?".
"Yup, and you remember Robin Amonson? She was in your chemistry class last year?"
"Yeah, she moved away during the summer," he said.
"Well, the reason she moved is that her brother knocked her up." Melissa continued the massage like they were talking about what brand of hot dogs was best.
"No shit?" he gasped. "How'd you find that out?"
"She and Amy Baldwin were best friends. Amy says that Robin claimed he raped her, but that she was going to have the baby and keep it, so her parents made her go live with her Aunt or Uncle or something."
"How could a guy even think about that?" he said.
"Am I that ugly?!" Melissa pretended to pout.
"That's not what I meant," he said through clenched teeth as she dug her thumbs into the front of the other thigh. "You're gorgeous and any guy would want to bang you, but how could a guy force himself on his own sister?"
"Well, between you and me, I think that rape thing was a little overblown. I saw her with him before and she didn't seem to be afraid of him or anything. They were at a party and she was leaning against him. He had his arm around her and they both had dates at that party." Melissa put oil on his thigh and pressed her hand into it. It was slipperier than she thought and her hand slid into the open leg of his shorts. Before either of them knew it her hand was cupping his balls.
"Melissa?" said her brother in a strained voice. "What are you doing?"
She jerked her hand out of his shorts. "Sorry. My hand just slipped, that's all. No big deal, OK? I'm not trying to rape you."
"Well give a guy a little warning in the future!" he was trying to make light of the situation, but his earlier statement was still in her mind.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do," his answer sounded ... forced for some reason.
"But this ..." she hit his erection with the back of her hand "isn't because of me, right?"
He jerked and his head came up again "Hey! Watch it! Of course it's not because of you. That'd make me ..."
"Horny?" she said with a grin.
His head went back down. "I don't want to talk about it any more." He put his arm back over his eyes.
Melissa had a feeling he was on the verge of admitting something to her ... something that made her feel ... tingly. She'd never seriously thought of her brother that way before, but he was the nicest and most considerate boy she knew. He didn't have a girl friend, which was odd because all the girls who knew him wanted to go out with him. He went out once in a while, but never with any girl to the exclusion of all the others. She decided to take a chance and play out her hunch.
"Bobby?" she said, running her hands up and down his right leg with a light touch.
"Hmmm?" he answered.
"What do you do when I leave the room after I work on your legs?"
His arm came up and he looked at her through half closed eyes. "What are you talking about?"
She stopped, her hands resting on his thighs. "I asked you, what do you do when I leave here? About that." She nudged his boner again with the back of her hand again and he jerked.
"I don't want to talk about this Melissa," he said flatly and covered his eyes again.
"Why not?" she asked, pushing her hands closer toward the gaping legs of his shorts. "There's really nothing wrong with it you know. Everybody does it."
Bobby didn't say anything, but the wet spot at the tip of his cock got bigger.
Her hands slid higher, the fingertips going into the legs of his shorts. His hips twitched. Her hands stopped when her fingertips were beside the thing that was tenting his shorts. She could feel his pubic hairs on her fingertips, but she made sure not to touch his penis or balls.
"Come on Bobby ... talk to me." She gave her fingers just a little flex so her fingernails tickled his skin.
Suddenly both his hands were covering hers, pressing them to his skin and he was half sitting up. "Why are you doing this to me Melissa?" he said, his voice quite serious. "Isn't it enough that I love you and respect you? Isn't it enough that I watch over you and keep the creeps off of you? You obviously know what I do when you leave or you wouldn't be asking me this. Why? Why is it so important for me to say it?"
His eyes flickered to the front of her baby dolls. She knew that, leaned over like she was, her breasts were hanging down and that he could see them quite plainly. She felt the muscles under her hands flex, and the stain on his shorts got bigger still. There was a wild look in his eyes.
"Calm down," she said. "I'm not grossed out. I don't think you're a pervert. I'm not afraid of you. I love you too, and I just think it would be better if we could be completely open and honest about ... things."
He stared into her eyes and the wild look softened a little. "And If I said I thought about you after you left ...? What then Melissa?"
She felt a little faint. She was right! He did think about her while he masturbated! That made a little ball of heat explode in her loins. She licked her lips.
"Then I'd have to admit that I've thought about ... helping you ... I mean I help you with your other problems ... you know?"
He groaned, and fell back again, taking his hands off of hers but not making her remove them. He covered his eyes again. "Come on Melissa, don't tease me. I don't tease you. This is hard enough as it is."
She giggled. "It certainly is hard enough." She giggled again.
She slid her right hand over to the base of his cock and up to grasp it firmly. "And I'm not teasing."
Before he could react she gave his cock an experimental up and down stroke. About the same time she gave it another stroke she realized he wasn't breathing.
"Bobby?" she said, stopping her hand, but keeping her grip.
His breath sighed out in one long exhalation. "I don't believe this is happening."
She gave it another stroke. "Well, it is happening. And it feels ... interesting. Do I get to help you or not?"
He lifted his head again. Her hand was moving under his shorts. It looked like there was a puppy or something in his shorts, trying to get out. "Why do you want to help me?" he said, his breathing faster now.
"I don't know. I like you? I'm curious? I'd like to see what happens? The last time I did this was in a dark car and I didn't get to see anything."
He sat up straight. "What do you mean ... the last time you did this?"
Her hand had stopped as he sat up. She gave his hard meat a little squeeze. "Joey Gardner? That guy I went out with a couple of times? He got a little ... excited one time and I had to sort of cool him off. I only had to jerk it maybe four or five times and it was all over. I've already done you more than I did him."
He stared at her and then at his lap. "This is crazy!" he said.
"Come on Bobby" she pleaded. "Let me see what happens. Just this once."
In the end he caved in and raised his hips as she slid his shorts off. It had felt big in her hand, but when she pulled the waistband of his shorts past it and it flopped up and smacked his stomach she thought it looked huge! That ball of heat was back in her stomach.
He lay there looking at her, breathing deeply.
She reached out gently and grasped it again. The tip looked funny, with a little slit in some shiny skin that was all wet. Then there was a circle of semi loose skin that bulged out and became the shaft.
She stroked downward and the skin moved!
It uncovered a big purple knob that the slit was centered in. As she stroked back up the skin moved and covered that knob. It was amazing how flexible that skin was. And it was so thin. There was nothing on her body anywhere that was anything like that. She stroked up and down several more times, watching that thin skin uncover and then cover up the knob.
He groaned and she looked at his face. He was holding himself up off the bed by resting on his elbows. His eyes were watching her face.
She smiled at him and said "It's beautiful Bobby! I had no idea it would be beautiful."
"So you know what's going to happen if you keep doing that?" he panted.
"I know it gets all wet and slippery and makes a mess," she said. "But not exactly how."
"Well, go a little faster and you'll find out," he croaked.
She increased her speed and the big column of hard flesh began to flop back and forth as she didn't yet have a rhythm going that would keep it straight.
"Oh shit .. oh fuck .. Oh Melissa .. here it comes .. oh shiiiiiit!" he moaned and his hips came up off the bed as his elbows collapsed and he fell back. She kept jerking, not knowing when to stop and suddenly there were streams of thick white fluid flying everywhere.
His cock pulsed five times, during which she was flailing away at it. Some went straight up, some to the left, the right, up and down. Melissa herself was splattered with it. Her baby dolls got spots of cum in various places. A big drop splatted on her throat and a long string of the stuff hit her face, going from cheek, across her open mouth and onto her chin.
She was so amazed at the volume of the stuff, and the way it just went everywhere that she didn't realize she had some of it in her mouth until she closed it.
Her initial reaction was that it was disgusting and she wanted to spit it out. But by the time she actually processed the idea to spit, she'd already tasted it, and realized it tasted salty/sweet in some strange way that wasn't disgusting at all!
She was having trouble jerking on his penis now because it was getting soft, and about then his hand fell on hers and he gasped.
She took her hand away and saw that the top of her hand was covered with the slippery stuff. It felt warm and, without even thinking about what he would think, she licked a big glob off of her hand.
"Mmmmm," she mumbled, licking her hand clean. "You taste Good!"
Bobby was beside himself. He hadn't cum that hard ever, and she was licking it off her hand!!!
"Melissa," he gasped. "That's so hot!"
"Maybe" she grinned at him. "But it's awfully messy too! But it was fun Bobby! Thank you!" she giggled and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "I have to go wash my stuff. Are you OK now?"
"I've never been better in my whole life" he groaned contentedly, his limp penis lying shriveled on his fluffy pile of pubic hair.
So it was that, as part of the ritual rubdowns Melissa gave her brother, they came to include relief of his erections.
Melissa's girlfriends had talked about blowjobs, and she knew the basic mechanics of that. The third or fourth night Melissa figured that, since he tasted so good, that it would be a lot less messy if she just covered his cock with her mouth when he went off.
He, of course, approved heartily, and it wasn't long before instead of beating him off every night, she was giving him an excellent blow job.
Her only problem was that she got so horny doing this for her brother that, after she went back to her room she had to masturbate to get some relief.
One night she couldn't wait to get back to her room and, while she lovingly sucked his seed out of him, stroking him with one hand, her other hand was in her panties as she slicked one long slim finger in and out of her pussy, carefully sliding it above and past the thin wedge of tissue that proved no man's penis had ever penetrated her there.
Bobby, who sometimes loved to lean up on his elbows and watch her lips slide up and down his rod, saw what she was doing.
"Melissa?" he panted. "What are you doing?"
She paused, dragging her mouth up and off his cock. "What do you mean?"
"Your hand" he said. "In your panties."
She looked him in the eyes. "I think you know what I'm doing Bobby," she said and she went back down on him.
He let her go another minute. "I could help you," he said. "I mean you help me and all."
Again she sucked hard as she pulled her lips up and off his column of hard flesh. "I don't think that would be a good idea," she said. "I've taken great care to keep my virginity intact, and if you start poking around in there ..." she trailed off and slid her lips lovingly back onto his prick.
He watched, feeling the thrill of his orgasm creeping up on him. "I wasn't talking about ... taking your virginity" he panted. "But I'd be willing to ... you know ... use my mouth to help you."
Within minutes Melissa was coaxing his spunk out of his cock and into her mouth, sucking and swallowing. She loved his taste now, and hungered for it in some strange way. As she swallowed, she realized starkly that she wasn't interested in tasting other boys. Now, the thought of feeling his tongue on her ... in her ... She shuddered and came with him.
The next night she wore her terrycloth robe, as usual, when she went to her brother's room to rub down his legs.
Under it she wore nothing.
It was late. He'd been getting home later and later as Coach made them run further and further. The muscles in his thighs were huge now, the size of small tree trunks, and his calves were as big around as her own thighs. Secretly, she believed he didn't hurt as much now, that he was in better shape. But she was as addicted to their rubdown sessions as he was.
She worked on his legs for half an hour. "You think mom and dad are in bed by now?" she asked, casually.
"I heard dad go to the bathroom before we even started," he sighed. Their father had a bedtime routine that was as predictable as the sun. He always went to the bathroom just before he got in bed. And he always went to bed after their mother did. And she always went to bed when Leno came on. Melissa only went down on him after they were sure their parents were in bed.
She stood up and dropped her robe.
Bobby stopped breathing again. She was so beautiful he ached. She wasn't big-breasted, but the swells of her breasts were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her slim body. Her nipples and areolas were so pink and light colored they were hard to see, and the honey color of her hair was the same all over her body. She stood with her legs closed, hands at her side. There was a gap between her thighs, where her pussy lips were, and he could actually see through that gap. His prick surged as he realized it was about the right size to slide his prick through, and that if he did that her pussy lips would ride along the top of his cock.
"Oh fuck" he groaned.
Quite seriously she said, "We can't do that."
She took a step toward him. "But I've decided you can help me ... like you offered to last night."
She crawled up on the bed and, before doing anything else, she kissed his lips. They had kissed before, but mostly extended pecks, more than most brothers and sisters would do, but less than lovers. Tonight she kissed him with loose lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Then, before he could say or do much of anything, she reversed her orientation and straddled his head with her knees, putting her pussy right over his mouth.
Bobby stared at her pussy as he felt the heat of her mouth begin at the tip of his cock and slide downward. He'd never seen one up close like this before, and he was almost more interested in looking at it than tasting it. Her hips wiggled, though, and she spread her legs further, dropping her pussy onto his face and rubbing his face with it. Her signal was clear. She was impatient for him to do something.
He lifted his head, stuck out his tongue, and began to learn how to lick and suck his sister to orgasm.
Both of them decided that this was much better than what they had been doing. And both of them altered the way they thought about what they'd been doing, though neither of them could have told you that then. As Bobby sucked her juices and she swallowed his sperm, each unconsciously added the description "lover" to the list of ways they thought of each other.
After sweet, long and intense orgasms, she reversed her position again and lay with her front pressed to his side, and her arm draped over his chest.
"You OK?" he asked, his wet face looking at her dry one.
"Uh huh," she murmured. "I'm really glad you offered to do that."
"Me too" he smiled. "But I'm all messy."
"I don't care" she sighed, and kissed the face that had her juices on it.
He had his first meet, and came in fifteenth in a field of fifty runners. Not horribly bad, but two full minutes behind the leader. He was disappointed though, and was still down when he got home from the meet that Saturday afternoon. Melissa hadn't gone to the meet, but was waiting for him when he got back.
She commiserated with him when he told her how things had turned out. "You want a rubdown?" she asked. They both knew she was talking about what they did after she gave him a rubdown. "Sort of a consolation prize?" she said.
He smiled wanly at her. "The prize worth losing for?" Then he chuckled. "Almost every guy out there would fall down and pretend to have a cramp if he thought it would get him in bed with you naked."
"Well, my bed isn't open to them." She toyed with the top button on her blouse. "But it is to you."
Something in her voice was different, and they both heard it. She'd never said so plainly before that she was ... available to him, sexually.
He went back to being serious. "We shouldn't be doing what we do," he said. "It makes me want to do ... more."
"I know," she said.
"We should probably stop," he said, but he didn't sound like he meant it.
"I don't want to stop," she said simply.
"Mom and dad are at the matinee," she said, unbuttoning that top button.
He watched her get naked, feeling his prick bloom to life almost like someone had turned some valve in his body and his prick was inflated by that action. She was so beautiful that he couldn't do anything except watch.
When she dropped her panties she looked at him, still fully clothed, mouth open and shook her head. When she walked over to him, her hips went up and down, like those of a stalking panther or something. She extended her arm toward him, hand out, her index finger pointing at him, until that finger touched his chest. Then she applied pressure and pushed him toward the bed. His thighs hit the edge and he fell backwards.
Then she stripped him like he was a baby, gradually making him as naked as she was. His member stuck up at an angle, waving as she moved him around to get at his clothing.
It started like other times, with her sucking him in. It made him light-headed and he made noises that were a cross between attempts at speaking, grunts of pleasure, and mindless sounds generated deep in his brain that leaked out through his mouth.
He felt his orgasm starting and something animal made him push her head off him.
She looked up at him, question in her eyes.
What she saw was a stallion, or bull, or an Alpha Male looking back at her, his eyes hot.
She swallowed at the intensity of his stare. When he sat up she fell to her side and he pounced.
He covered her body with his, weighing her down and his kiss was hot and demanding. Her passion surged and she kissed him back, their lips almost bruising with the strength of their clasp. It ended only because they had to breathe.
"I want you," he husked, his voice deep.
"Bobby ... you know we can't" she moaned.
"I want you," he repeated. His face moved downward and he devoured her breasts, licking, sucking, pushing them around with his face before going on downward.
When he got to her pussy his attack was almost violent. He thrust his face into her folds, turning it back and forth so his nose raked back and forth across her clit and his lips slid all over hers. It was a French kiss of sorts, with his tongue sinking into her as much as it could.
It felt fabulous. She relaxed completely, open happily to him.
Then he was hulking over her again, and something else was touching her where his tongue had been ... pushing against her ... prodding ... poking. His eyes were inches from hers. He just stared ... and prodded.
"You mustn't," she gasped, her hands coming up to grasp his face. She leaned up off the bed and kissed his lips.
"We can't," she said. One of her hands left his face and he felt it on his prick, grasping him, making the tip move all around in her mushy opening.
"I won't," he grunted, pushing, as she centered it right where he wanted it to be.
"Good," she gasped, as he pushed against her tight opening. "Cause I'm a virgin," she moaned.
He reached between them and wrapped his hand around his cock. He had to let his weight down on her, but she didn't complain.
With his thumb and forefinger pressed against her pussy lips, he pushed his cock through his hand. The tip poked through his hand and into her enough to hit and stretch her cherry.
She was a virgin. "Oh ow!" she moaned.
He backed off immediately and her hands slapped to his ass, holding him from moving away any more. He fucked his hand again, prodding her opening again. Again and again he fucked his hand, letting a little more and a little more and a little more poke through it until he had it going in her a whole inch.
She had winced several times, but now she was just breathing hard. "Bobby, you're going in me," she panted. "You have to stop."
He took his hand away from his cock. Now there was nothing to stop him from pushing it all in her. "OK," he said, pushing a little and going in as far as he had already pushed.
"You can't put it in me Bobby," she said, as her hands slid from his ass cheeks to his hips and pulled ever so gently.
"I know," he said. He let his weight back down on her, his chest mashing her breasts. Her legs opened wider and he inched up her body, his penis slowly sneaking deeper into her channel.
"OK," she groaned. "As long as you know you can't put it inside me."
"I won't," he said, squirming up further. He was halfway in her now and she felt hot, and wet and welcoming.
"Ohhh," she moaned. "Don't go any further." Her hands pulled gently.
"OK, I'm stopping," he whispered. He pushed his hands on the bed and did a pushup, leaving them connected only where his penis entered her body. She lifted her head, her eyes wide as she stared at where he was penetrating her.
He let his back muscles relax. His hips dropped, and the rest of his prick slowly disappeared inside her.
They both let out their breath in one long groan.
Melissa's head dropped back on the bed as she took in a ragged breath. Bobby's face was right over hers now and he kissed her chin and then her lips. "I'm going to keep not doing this for a minute," he whispered.
Melissa let her breath out in an almost hysterical bark "Good, because I don't know now much longer I can keep saying no. I think it would be a good idea if you went back to your room now," she moaned.
"This is my room," he said gently. He pulled his wet prick almost out of her and then let it sink back in, all the way.
Melissa's knees jerked reflexively as he filled her tight channel. "Oh Bobby that feels sooo good," she sighed.
"I shouldn't fuck you with it either, should I?" he said, pulling out again and this time slamming back in.
"Ohhh noooooo," she said, as her hips bucked up to meet his invading rod.
"Just checking," he said. He began to make long deep penetrating strokes as fast as he could and suddenly it popped out of her and slid up onto her mons.
"Ohhhh nooooooo," she said again, her hand darting between them to notch it back where it belonged. She sighed noisily as he sank back in.
Bobby found that if he pulled his knees up close to her butt, and let his chest fall down on hers, with his head beside hers, he could flex his back muscles very quickly without pulling it far enough out of her to come out accidentally.
Hunched over her he began rodding her mercilessly as she flopped under him, her legs and arms waving in the air as she was pummeled by his cock.
Her orgasm was upon her and she wailed, starting low in her throat, her voice rapidly rising to a soprano squeal of ecstasy. Her arms went around him and her legs tried to, but couldn't find purchase on his hunched over form and every muscle in her body froze as he continued to make rapid rabbit fucks into her pussy.
He pushed in and held it there. "Oh fuck! that feels good" he grunted, his face in her hair. Her muscles began to loosen, her arms falling to her sides. Her face turned until her lips were right in his ear.
"You mustn't cum in me Bobby," she whispered. Her tongue flicked out, the tip digging into his ear.
"I know," he said softly. He pulled back and began fucking her again, this time more slowly. He stretched his legs back out and pushed himself up off her chest.
"Cause I'm not on the pill, and you'd probably get me pregnant if you came in me," she said, her hands coming back up to his face.
"I won't cum in you," he promised, his thrusts speeding up.
Her hands pulled at his face. "Kiss me while you don't cum in me," she said.
Her kiss unlocked the floodgates as he pushed in one last time. His flow was heavy and strong, his seed thick and virile as it burst out of his prick and flooded her nubile sex. Her "Mmmmmmm" at the feel of his heat spurred him to push harder, trying to get as deep in her as he could.
His body settled down on hers again, gently at first, and then bonelessly as his strength fled. Melissa stroked his back, not feeling trapped by his weight, but rather feeling covered, as with a blanket.
"I'm so glad we didn't do that" she sighed. "I can't wait 'til we don't do it again."
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