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Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 2.

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 Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 2.
Reunion: Kurt and Melanie find themselves together again at college.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



For

months, I had dreamed of kissing him again, remembering the feel of his
soft lips exploring mine during the hot summer nights at camp. The
dream of it had kept me up at night, swirling in my mind, arousing a
delicious hunger that demanded satisfaction. Now, his lips were angry
and hard, though. His arms were clenched painfully just under my ribs
and I was off balance. His hair reeked of a strange smoke and cloves.
His teeth bumped mine as he snaked his tongue deep inside my mouth and I
tasted beer and something else that made my stomach lurch. I pushed
away from him and turned quickly, vomiting on the steps of the stately
building.

"Whoa;

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just; shit. Are you okay?" he asked, gently
holding back my hair as more waves of nausea made me lurch again.

Everything

was burning inside me, my gut, my throat, my eyes. He was still
beguilingly like the boy I knew at camp, but at the same time he was
someone I didn't know at all. He knelt down beside me, expecting an
answer that I would have given anything not to have to say. "I'm okay;" I
said, wiping my mouth, "it's just that; I don't think I like beer; and
your face and your mouth; they smell and taste like; you know; a girl's;
privates," I said, nearly choking on the last word.

"Oh

my God;" he said, releasing my hair and sitting down on the steps,
covering his mouth with his hands. "I'm sorry; please, I'm so sorry. It
wasn't; that was just; fuck. I'm sorry. Yeah, I was with this other
girl, but it wasn't really anything - for either of us. It was just
something that; and then when Paul popped his head in the room and said
'Dude - she's here!' I just ran out of there; "

"'Dude,

she's here?'" I scoffed, incredulously. "You left someone in the middle
of; that; because he just said 'Dude, she's here?' What if he was
talking about; "

Kurt

moved to kneel between my knees, holding my hands. "You don't get it.
You don't. After camp, I tried to find you. I even called the camp and
begged them to help me contact you until they started blocking my calls.
After that, all I could talk about to Paul was what to try next to find
you. You were the only thing I talked about, Melanie. Just you. There
was only one person it could be, because Paul knew that for me there was
no other 'she.'"

"I;

I tried to find you, too," I admitted. "I couldn't find a Kurt Wyman
anywhere. I tried everything. I didn't have anyone I could bore about
it, though. My girlfriends couldn't talk with me because; well, you
know."

"What do you mean?"

"Well,

I mean, the camp told my parents what happened and that blew things up;
and then when my girlfriends came back, and the story got around; well,
I just didn't hear from them anymore."

"Seriously? Just because you; "

"And

then when Northeastern took back my scholarship and rescinded my
admission, my parents were even more disappointed. I'd never made a
mistake like that before. They said it was like they didn't know me
anymore."

"Jeez;

my parents just gave me the talk about being responsible and using
protection. They really kicked you out of school? That's ridiculous! How
could they do that?"

"Religious

colleges are a small community, and the camp director had some
connections there. He filled them in on what happened and they decided I
wasn't a good fit for the school. Same thing happened with Bethany
College. It was just lucky I had this set up as my third alternate. The
problem is now that I'm here, I don't have much of a scholarship. My
parents can't afford to pay my way, so I'll need a job and loans, maybe
even two jobs. I've got to go check the campus jobs board at the student
union tomorrow. I should get back to the apartment - it's an overpriced
overflow place near the dorms. I shouldn't have even gone to a party
tonight," I said ruefully, getting up and dusting my clothes.

"I'm

glad you did. This place is huge. I might never have found you if you
didn't," he said, taking hand in his again. "Um; my last name is
actually Sorenson. That's probably why you couldn't find me. My parents
changed it to my stepdad's name for camp because they were worried about
getting questions about the divorce. My birth dad had a bit of a
reputation up that way."

"Your parents divorced?"

"Yeah,

I was pretty little, like four, when it happened. They tell me my dad
was a lot like me - talkative, impulsive, passionate, and restless. Mom
always said she fell in love with him in spite of herself. My step-dad,
the guy she chose to fall in love with after my dad left us, couldn't be
more different from him."

"Or more different from you?"

"Yeah.

Ralph;he's just a good guy. Steady, you know? Shows up for stuff.
Worked at the same place for 25 years and pays the bills. Doesn't say
much, and never really understood why I did. He tried hard to be a good
dad to me, I guess, but the more he tried to show me what a man was, the
more I realized that I could never really be a man like that. I was too
different."

"Did your birth father; "

"He

tried for a bit; then he didn't. He'd pick me up and bring me up north
to my grandfather's farm. They'd work while I hung out with Paul who
lived next door at my aunt's place. Mostly I remember the drive back and
forth. Dad talked the whole time. Constantly. Just a flow of
consciousness, passionate, jumping around, but connected at the same
time. Like the whole universe needed to fit into one sentence," he said,
looking up at the ominous clouds curling overhead.

I

looked up with him, feeling the energy in the air, the potential of the
storm making my gut tremble. "Was it stuff he was telling you, or was
he just talking to the world?" I asked, when he looked back to me.

Kurt

brushed a strand of my hair back and chuckled, "Yeah. You nailed him -
he was just spilling things out to the world. I don't know if he
connected enough with people to actually have a conversation with them
rather than just tell them all the things he was thinking about. It's
hard to connect anyone when you've got a motor inside making you buzz
around like a hummingbird, you know? Not that he didn't want to connect,
I think. Like I said, I think he tried; it's just that it wasn't really
in him. That; and well, he kinda had to hide a lot of himself. I think
it was probably a hard habit to shake."

I looked over at him, sensing there was more to the statement. "What do you mean?" I asked.

Kurt

reached back, rubbing his neck and avoiding my eyes. "Um; well, when I
was about 10, he lost a bunch of weight, started getting these patches
on his skin. He stopped picking me up for his weekends. When I called
him at Christmas, he sounded really weak. He rambled about growing up
out there, never getting to see the world, and this friend that he had
when he was a boy. He was kind of disoriented. Then he told me to always
wear a rubber. Mom and Ralph flipped when I asked them what that meant.
Anyway, he died that spring."

"I'm so sorry. How did he; was it cancer?"

Kurt swallowed. "Umm, no. It was Aids. Turned out, dad was gay. Didn't go to the doctor or get treatment or anything.

"Oh,

I'm so sorry. I had no idea," I said, shocked beyond words. Silently, I
wondered how a man could marry a woman and have a child with her and
still be gay. How could a person live life like a completely different
person, knowing they were someone else inside?

"Well,

we were in bible camp. I didn't want to freak you out, and it's not
really the kind of thing you talk about between devotionals and archery,
right?"

"I

guess not. And that's the thing, camp is simple. We leave behind all
our distractions and baggage. It makes us think that someone is perfect
there, but when you get back to real life; things are different. What I
mean is, I know we were; that it was; um; that we; did stuff together,
and it was really nice, but I'm not really; like that," I mumbled,
looking at my feet. "I can't just go and do; that; with someone I just
met at a party. If you're; like that, I'm probably not the right girl
for you," I said, forcing each word out with an effort.

"You

are the right girl for me and that is exactly the reason why. I dated a
lot girls this summer - so many I can barely remember them. I just was
with you for a couple weeks and then it hurt to be away from you. I
didn't understand what was wrong with me. It had never hurt like that
before. I didn't understand why. I began going out with even more girls,
like it could make the pain go away; turn camp into something less than
what it was. It didn't work. What happened between us changed something
in me. Just walking next to you alone, now; it's erotic. Watching you
trying to control your breathing because of how I'm affecting you; I can
barely stand it," he breathed, trailing his hands up my arms, making me
shiver.

I

stepped back from him, trying to clear my head. "But, Kurt; we don't
really know each other! I find out you're someone who needs sex like; "

"No;

you weren't listening. I don't need sex. I need you. Don't get me wrong
- I want you. I want to be your first, your only. But that's not what
this is about. I won't push you or anything. You'll see. Just; let me
in," he said, stepping closer and cupping my face. "Don't hide from
this. Don't make me be anywhere I can't see you; touch you," he said.
"Please Melanie; dive into this with me; see what it is; believe in me
enough to give me this chance."

His

touch began melting me again, but then the smell of the other girl on
them reminded me of why I was hesitating. "I; don't know;" I said,
taking a step back from him again.

Kurt

opened his mouth to argue again, but closed it with an effort. He bit
his lips and nodded, instead offering me his arm as he began walking me
back toward the dorms. The evening cooled, and we looked up to see the
roiling clouds begin to take on a greenish tinge in the dimming light.
"Come on, we're running out of time," he said, taking my hand and
starting to jog. I had to run to keep up with him on my short legs. When
we reached a serene fountain pool with an odd modern design, he pulled
me to the side and stopped. As I used a nearby drinking fountain to wash
the taste of vomit out of my mouth, he leaned over the pool and
scrubbed what was left of the other girl off his face and hands in the
water, running his fingers through his hair and shaking it out with a
grin. Then, he carefully positioned me in a place where the fountain
curved in an arc around us and then stood behind me. "I wanted to show
you this place before the rain came. The design; it's like magic," he
whispered. "I came here my first night on campus and made a wish. Close
your eyes and I'll let it tell you what it was;"

I

looked up at his lean earnest face, still dripping with the fountain's
water. My heart was hammering in my chest, sensing a knocking at its
door. I turned back toward the fountain pool and closed my eyes. Then,
Kurt spoke in a quiet voice that bounced off the acoustic perfection of
the design and seemed to come back to me from every direction, seeming
to go into my very soul: "Please, God. Please bring her back to me;"

Two

warm drops splashed onto my cheeks as I turned back to him. He stood
there holding me in the darkening night, reading my face, willing me to
understand, waiting for an answer to his unasked question. Feeling more
than thinking, before my anxieties could pull me out of the moment, my
face turned up to his and my eyes closed as our lips met. His mouth was
soft, now, but insistent. His arms tightened around me and lifted me
closer.

A

dizzying sense of untethered freedom filled me when it dawned on me
that there was no one to keep me from kissing this boy; this man. No
friends or camp counselors to gossip or scold me if I touched his body
with mine. There was only Kurt, who pulled back and looked at me like I
was the only thing in the universe. I reached out and put my shaking
hand on his chest, feeling him breathing heavily. When I raised my eyes
to his, he had a bemused look on his face. "It's just that; I can touch
you, now. Nobody cares. It's just so strange," I explained, shrugging
apologetically.

"Not

strange; perfect," he said, putting his hands over mine. "Right now,
more than anything, I just want to take you somewhere and just look at
you; touch you," he said, cupping my face and leaning down to kiss me
again. The kiss deepened, leaving us oblivious to the first few warning
taps of warm raindrops falling down. Suddenly, with a low rumble, the
sky opened and a warm torrent pounded down on us. I screamed in surprise
and Kurt laughed with joy before we blindly sprinted the rest of the
way to the dorm overflow apartments, splashing through the streets that
had suddenly turned to shallow streams.

We

stumbled into the apartment, peeling sodden clothes off each other,
fumbling because we couldn't stop kissing long enough to look at what we
were doing. The sound of the door slamming shut startled me away from
Kurt's hungry lips. "What was that?" I asked.

"I

think that was probably your roommate. Either that or a burglar who
yelled that they thought they would go for a walk in the rain; all
night," Kurt said, laughing. He stopped my crossed arms from lifting my
drenched shirt over my head, "No; let me do that. Please. Let me look at
you, touch you; take care of you. Let me do everything. Just relax;" he
whispered, taking the bottom of my shirt, lifting it over my head and
letting it drop to the floor in a wet pile.

I

crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously, as he reached around
and unhooked my bra, nuzzling my neck with his scratchy face. I closed
my eyes tightly when I felt it go loose and fall to the floor. I felt
him lift my arms away from the cold damp skin of my tits, and gently
place them on his chest. His skin was warm, almost radiating heat. I
wanted to press myself against him and soak it all up. After a moment of
nothing happening, I dared to open my eyes. Kurt lifted his eyes from
my shivering tits, swallowed and looked down at them again, "Bed or
sofa?" he asked hoarsely.

"I;

I don't know" I stammered before he pulled me into the bedroom and
closed the door with his foot. My temporary bed was just a twin mattress
on the floor with sheets, a pillow and a blanket, but Kurt didn't seem
to mind as we fell onto it in an ungainly heap. "Oh; heat;" I gasped in
bliss, feeling his warm chest pressed against mine. Then, the heat was
gone as he rose up off me again and I whimpered until I felt him take my
nipple into his warm wet mouth. I jumped and squeaked at the unfamiliar
but wonderful electric sensation, making him laugh as he began to suck
on it, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, making me moan through my
clenched teeth.

He

devoured my tits, filling the room with greedy, hunger-filled noises.
With a slight grunt, he moved his hands from my tits to the waistband of
my skirt and panties, and began tugging them down off me. I stiffened
with the shocked realization that I was going to be naked soon, but then
he stopped and sat up. "You've never been naked with someone, have
you?" he asked panting, a smile playing on his lips as he watched me
squirm self-consciously, half-naked on the bed under him. My eyes
flickered to his and I shook my head with an embarrassed smile. "I'm
sorry; you're just so beautiful that I forget. All I can think of is all
the things I want to do to every new part of you that I see," he
breathed, his eyes roaming over me.

"Can; can I see you?" I said in the barest of whispers.

His

eyes lit up, gleefully. "You want to see this pale, skinny,
pipe-cleaner body with a massive erection? Oh, hell yeah," he said,
jumping up and starting to tear off his jeans with a vengeance while I
giggled on the bed. For a while, I watched him hop around, struggling
with the wet denim, before I got to my knees and helped him. Suddenly
free, his cock sprang out, almost slapping him in the stomach. The mood
in the room changed. We froze where we were, me stunned to be so close
to his large organ, straight out and nearly purple with need, and him
gripping my shoulder tightly with his eyes closed, trying to focus.

The

head was smooth and almost shiny compared to the rest of it, with a
ridge that went all around. The skin of the shaft looked soft with
pipe-like veins sticking up along it. At the very tip, the fissure held a
pregnant bead of fluid that looked ready to flow. Curious, I leaned
over to look at the underside of it and saw a long ridge running along
it up to an area of small ridges near the tip. I raised up my hand to
feel the small ridges before I realized what I was doing, stopping
halfway. I glanced up to see Kurt watching me and I blushed, instead
using my raised hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. "Yeah you; you can
touch me," he said quietly, "I would love for you to touch me there.
It's incredible; sensitive. Go ahead;" he encouraged.

I

swallowed and reached up again, touching the small ridges under the
head with my fingertip, running my finger back and forth over them.
Then, I followed the ridge that ran all around the head with my
fingertip and heard his breath shudder. The sound of it made me flutter
inside. Remembering camp, I looked up into Kurt's eyes and raised my
lips to the head, kissing it gently. I inhaled the masculine, musky
scent of it and opened my lips wider, taking more of the head in my
mouth and exploring the fissure with my tongue, the taste unfamiliar but
not unpleasant. His hand gripped my shoulder more tightly and he
groaned. I felt a thrill that he liked what I was doing. I used my hands
on the base and shaft, sucking the head inside my mouth completely now,
like I had seen Counselor Pam do at camp. Suddenly, Kurt made a
high-pitched strangled noise, and seemed to be trying to push me away.
Worried, I released the head and looked up, "What; " I asked, when
forceful jets of creamy semen shot out into my open mouth, and onto my
face and tits.

I

looked down at the white fluid on my tits in wide-eyed shock. Part of
me was dying of embarrassment and yet, looking at the evidence of his
arousal and satisfaction, I felt almost proud of it. I couldn't bring
myself to look up at him, though. I couldn't bear it if he apologized or
looked disgusted, so I just sat there looking at my knees and waiting.

I

heard him let out a long slow breath through his open mouth. "Don't
move. Stay right there," he said, and left. I heard him in the other
room, digging around at the desk I shared with my roommate and then he
came back in with a notebook and pencil, already sketching as he sat
down cross-legged on the floor in front of me. I opened my mouth to ask
him what was going on, when he made a disapproving noise and I shut it
again. "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen is wearing cords of my
cum like they're jewel necklaces. There's a diamond about to fall from
your perfect lower lip onto your chin; if I don't capture it;" he
trailed off, engrossed in his frantic sketching.

"Do you; like it? Seeing your; stuff; on a girl?" I asked tentatively, careful not to move my lips as I spoke.

Kurt

moved the lamp by the bed closer and lifted my chin slightly.
"Honestly, I never thought about it that much before," he said, hunching
over the sketchbook. "I usually didn't know the girl that well, so I
mostly worried that she would get mad; be grossed out; say something
that would break the mood before; well, anyway," he said. Looking up at
me and tilting his head like he was seeing something impossibly
beautiful, "but you; seeing it on you; sitting there almost; accepting
it like a gift; proud; and knowing I put it there;" I heard him toss the
notebook aside and taking my shoulders, pushing me back on the bed and
covering my body with his. "It makes me feel like I must be a king;" he
whispered, leaning down to kiss where his semen dripped from my mouth.

He

moved down my chest, following the trail of his seed along my tits,
kissing, licking, nipping and sucking as I jumped, squirmed and moaned
under him. His hands returned to my skirt, pushing it down along with my
panties and smiling when I raised my hips to help him. Tossing the last
of my clothes aside, I watched him as he reached into the pocket of his
jeans and pulled out a handful of condoms and a small bottle of fluid.
"You knew this might happen when you went after me," I said quietly.

His

face reddened, but then set, in determination. "I won't say I 'knew,'
but; now that I've found you, I'm never going to be without them; at
least until we're ready to have kids," he said. That made me blink so
hard I could almost hear it, and his mouth curled at what must have been
the look of blank-faced shock on my face. "Don't you look at me like
I'm crazy or a liar, because I must be one of those to say half the
things I've said tonight and not want us to spend the rest of our lives
together." He sat up and I hugged my knees to my chest, terrified of his
sureness, feeling like I was speeding toward the edge of an unseen
cliff. He reached out, brushing my wet hair off my cheek. "Don't worry, I
don't expect you to be there yet. You're smart and strategic and
logical. You have three schools lined up before the school year begins.
You don't know things in your gut like I do, or if you do, you make them
wait until the proof shows up. You're going to wait until things make
sense before you admit that I'm the love of your life, and that's okay. I
can wait. I can wait because I know. I know it enough for both of us."

He

sat there, watching me and waiting as I digested what he said, trying
to sort it out in my mind. We were not at camp; and I did not know him
enough, but that was the beauty of it, I realized. Camp intensified and
simplified every feeling for us, pressuring us by giving us only a short
time together with only limited opportunities to learn and connect.
Now, we had all the time in the world. There was freedom to learn and
grow together, and in my bed there was a man that wanted nothing more
than to give everything he was to me.

I

sat up and crawled into Kurt's lap, watching him smile as I did. His
body was so warm I began shivering. His arms went around me as he waited
to hear my answer. I couldn't get over the feel of our bodies touching,
long stretches of his skin against mine, unbroken by anything. "You're
right about me; about all of it. I'm not there yet. It makes no sense to
me that you want me at all; we're so different, and after tonight I
only have more questions. I don't even know how I feel about you now,
much less about forever. But;" I said, watching his smile grow, "Is
there something I could admit tonight so we could still have sex and
think about it more in the morning?"

Kurt's

breath exploded out of him in a laugh, "Oh thank God. Thank God. I
wasn't going to make it five more minutes with that 'I won't pressure
you' thing. Fuck that noise. I'm going to pressure you. I'm going to
pressure the fuck out of you all night long. I'm going to break you open
and make you mine. I want to make love to you until the only thing you
can say is my name. Tell me you want that, Melanie. Tell me to make love
to you." I bit my lips and nodded. Kurt's eyes narrowed and he growled,
"I said, tell me to make love to you. Not bite your lips and nod, brat.
I want to see those beautiful lips do something other than suck my cock
tonight. Tell me. Tell me to make love to you."

"I want you, Kurt," I whispered, leaning in to kiss his ear. "I want you to make love to me; please."

His

arms held me tighter and he lowered me to the bed, kissing me slowly,
as if he had all the time in the world. I watched his lips grow swollen
as we kissed, becoming soft. I loved how excited, how flushed, how
breathless he was, feeling his chest rise and fall against my body, his
warm breath falling softly onto my face. I reached up and twined my
fingers through his hair, winding one of my legs around him. He groaned
and pushed his hips against me, his cock hard and ready again. He pushed
up on his arms over me, keeping his hips against mine, thrusting
against me almost imperceptibly. Shifting, he slid his cock down to run
along my slit, rubbing it against my clit with each pulse. I tried
pushing my hips up to him, to get him to rub harder against me, but he
always moved slightly away, keeping the soft slow pace as he watched me.

I

moaned, aroused almost to the point of tears and squirmed under him.
His lips descended to mine again, "Is something wrong, my love?" he
whispered against them. I could only whimper, now wriggling and trying
desperately to find release. "You seem distressed;" he teased, pushing
his hips against me hard once and then returning to his slow unhurried
pace. I started keening, tossing my head, clenching my jaw as I tried to
control myself. "Melanie, I just came and I can do this all night, if I
have to. Maybe you should tell me what your pussy needs;" he whispered
against my ear.

Push;

push; push; I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him. How could I say that
I wanted him to touch me down there? To put his fingers or his tongue
or his cock inside me? To push inside me hard; so hard it almost hurt?
To ride me like a wild beast mounting his mate? I was sobbing now and
still the words wouldn't come out. Then he slowed his pulsing against me
and I screamed in frustration, "Please! Please! Make me come! Fucking
hell, I need to come! Please!!"

I

felt him laughing against me as he rose up on his arms again, "Such
language," he said, in mock offense. He grabbed the pillow out from
under my head and lifted my legs over his shoulders, shoved it under my
bottom, and dove down and nestling between my legs and spreading them
wide. He spread my lower lips wide and ran his tongue slowly up the
slit, groaning with enjoyment. I was shaking with need when he settled
in and took my nub in his mouth and suckled it. I cried out, bucking my
hips when I felt him slide a finger inside me, rubbing a spot inside
that made me wild. "God, what a sweet pussy, fuck!" he hissed, rubbing
his tongue hard against my clit and sliding in two fingers now,
stretching me. My back arched and my body went stiff as I came hard,
riding his thrusting fingers, crying out and gasping until my orgasm
passed until I lay there limp and pliant.

The

smell of my pleasure filled the air as I felt his body rise up and
cover mine again. His fingers gently stroking my face, wiping away my
tears. "Tell me again;" he whispered, kissing me softly.

"I

want you to make love to me, Kurt," I said, the words coming easier
this time. He smiled, kissed me again and grabbed a condom packet from
beside the bed. As he rolled it on, I became uneasy, looking at the
length and girth of him. "Um that's; really big. Are you sure; "

"I'll

take care of you, Melanie. I promise," he whispered, climbing over me
again and running the tip of his cock through my wet slit, making me
shiver. He shifted around a little until he found his mark, insinuating
himself a little into my entrance. I leaned up to watch, trying to see
how he would get all of himself into me. Seeing my curiosity, Kurt
smiled and moved so we could both see the head slowly penetrating my
pussy. I bit my lips and a quavering cry came out of me as he slowly
pushed forward, filling me slowly and patiently. It was tight,
uncomfortable. The tension inside built with every gentle push until I
felt something give way inside me, and with the next thrust, he slid in
halfway. I cried out, shaking; unable to process everything I was
feeling and seeing tears in my eyes, Kurt laid me back on the bed again,
still slowly pumping himself into me with gentle thrusts. "Are you
okay?"

I

blinked and tried to breathe, a flurry of thoughts clouding my mind.
I'm so scared. I barely know you and you think I'm the love of your
life? What if it's all just a lie? What if we're wrong for each other?
What if I end up boring you? What if I let myself fall in love with you
and then I can't even think straight because you're; you're; oh god;
"You're; inside me," I whispered, blinking back the tears that wanted to
fall.

"I'm

inside you," he whispered, his tears falling down on me as he moved
deeper and deeper inside me. "I'm inside you; and it's safe; and warm;
and there's love. I love being inside you, Melanie. I love you. You're
my holy place." He cupped my face and as we kissed, I felt something
else inside me release. There was a twinge of fear as I felt it slacken,
the last skeptical cord of disbelief holding me back. He must have felt
it, too, because he lifted up and looked at me in wonder. I began
pushing up to meet each of his quickening short thrusts, our panting
breath mingling. He gritted his teeth and groaned and with one long
push, I felt our hips meet. He had filled me completely.

Watching

my face closely, he pulled slowly out until only the head was inside
me, then pushed inside me again fully with one long smooth stroke. My
back arched at the pain and the pleasure, pressing against him.
"Breathe;" he said, and I gasped, not realizing I had been holding it
in. As I exhaled, I felt my pussy relax around him a little, lessening
the pain, but not the bliss. "There you go;" he said, smiling, pulling
out for another stroke.

I

closed my eyes and focused on what I was feeling, the delicious warmth
and friction of him moving in and out of me, building me higher and
higher. "Uh; uh; uh; oh god; oh god I love this," I gasped, meeting him
with every thrust, now. "It's so; good. Can you; " I began, but then bit
my lips and turned my head to the side to hide my face in
embarrassment.

"Tell

me," he said, his breath hitching. "Tell me what you need; what feels
good; because I want you there with me when I come. I want to feel you
come around my cock;"

Keeping

my eyes closed tightly, I turned my head back to him, "Deep; hard;
please;" I whimpered, and was immediately rewarded with long hard
thrusts that pounded into my wall inside, triggering waves of sensation
that made me cry out against the corner of his neck and shoulder. I
opened my eyes to see him breathing easier, his body relaxing as he
moved and I realized how much he had been holding back, being careful
with me. I closed my eyes again and felt my body build deliciously,
responding to the relentless pounding cock inside me. Noises I didn't
recognize as my own filled the air, along with the wet sounds of our
fucking. "Ah; ah; ah; ah; Kurt! Oh god! Fuck! Ah!" I screamed, my body
jerking out of my control, my tits bouncing wildly on my chest with
every thrust.

"Nah;

un.. uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, reaching down between us and rubbing my
clit as he pistoned into me, his quick thrusts out of rhythm now, only
controlled by his need. His fingers sent me over the edge and I wailed,
feeling my body clenching tightly around his pumping cock. Then, with a
yell of triumph, he pushed deep into me and I felt his body jerk, his
cock pulsing tightly inside me as he slowly relaxed against me, his
moaning gasps warming my neck. "I love you; I love you; I love you;" he
whispered.

"I

love you, Kurt;" I breathed, kissing his cheek and curling my legs
around his body, "I'm yours;" I whispered, my heart diving in.

He

sighed at my words and rolled us to our sides, keeping himself in me,
stroking my face. After hours of kissing and touching, making love again
and again, we drifted off staring into each other's eyes, knowing we
would never again feel the way we did this night.

To be continued in part 2 Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts for Literotica.

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