Jules pulled out, paused and then pushed in again, his rhythm now containing only brief pauses and longer thrusts. She nodded for no conscious reason, smiled at him and looked into his lovely brown eyes. His arms were strong, rigid with his hands now holding her hips. He stroked into her with perfect rhythm, predictable, firm and in control. Without warning he pushed in another inch, then another and pulled out, paused and repeated the movement, one long thrust which ended when his balls slapped against her buttocks. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, questioning and he smiled at her, leaned down and kissed her lips as he pulled out and pushed in all the way once again. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him tight, giggling, tears in her eyes from pure joy and utter pride in herself for trusting him. She sobbed a little at the emotion of the moment, knowing that they were truly going to make love that afternoon.
“Jules,” she whispered, kissing his lips.
“You’re so, so beautiful Lori!”
Lauren glanced over to Emma and laughed, pulling her close and kissing her lips, then hugged her tight, celebrating the gift that she had been given.
“Just one thing Lori. Jules, pull out could you?” The boy looked at her suspiciously but did as he was told, pulling out of Lauren’s pussy to a mild protest. Emma took hold of his cock and checked underneath and his foreskin. “OK, no blood so that’s good news. I’ll leave you two in peace now.”
“Em, no, please stay!” said Lauren, holding her arm.
“No, love, this is your moment for the both of you. You don’t need me now.” She got off the bed, waved back at them with a smile and gently shut the door behind her.
Lauren pulled Jules down to her lips and kissed him gently, thanking him for being patient and so caring. Now was not the time to find out how he knew so much about making love, it was simply a time for them both to enjoy their bodies, their youth and the opportunity that Emma had given them. She reached down and took hold of Jules still rigid cock and positioned it just inside her vagina. Her expression asked him to start gently and he did, pushing in slowly but all the way as she once again became accustomed to his extraordinary size. She could feel the juice pumping out of her with almost every stroke, coating her pussy and dribbling down over her anus. He slid in easily now, filling her and expanding her as new sensations flooded her senses. With Emma gone and the thought of injury well past she caught the feeling of the pleasure that he was giving her, the spearing that came with every new stroke, the parting of her lips and the rippling of his cock head as it filled her to a new depth.
Every two seconds he delivered a new thrill deep inside her body, building one upon the other until Lauren felt that familiar stirring inside her again, different from when he had used his tongue on her. This was deeper, with a firmer foundation and had gripped her already. She was so very wet, so aroused and as she gripped his arms she felt him increase the power and rate of his thrusts, now pushing her hard against the pillows and flattening her legs out wider. It was simply adorable, the way he filled her totally inside with no room for anything else. She looked up at his face, eyes closed, mouth open in a picture of concentration and happiness and she felt her heart heave as the thrill coursed through her, back down to her pussy and worked its way through her senses.
“Oh Jules, god!” she said, feeling the intensity of her orgasm approaching. She gripped his arms again, holding him there lest he disappear. The squelching from her pussy seemed to match the squeaks from the bed, joining her gasps and his groans as she breathed hard, unable to control the gathering force that was building inside.
“Lori!” he cried as she felt his cock expand even wider, pumping her as he now crashed against her buttocks with a look of agony and fear on his face.
She shook with delight, digging her nails into his arms and a little ripple coursed through her, taking her by surprise, the prelude to something far more devastating. She breathed hard, sobbed and bucked against him, then wrapped her legs over his buttocks and locked her ankles, pulling his as deep as possible as his giant cock speared her mercilessly. Her mind switched off except for him, his cock and the way he filled her so totally. His head dropped down to the pillow as he pounded into her, her juices flooding out onto the sheets and his warm breath in her ear. He rose up, peeling her off his back then grabbed her ankles and pushed them mercilessly towards her head. Her buttocks came up and ankles sank into the eiderdown above her shoulders, opening her pussy to his onslaught as she was suddenly bent double.
“Lori, baby. Gonna come!”
“Oh yes!” she cried, gasping for breath as he crushed her with the force of his thrusts. She struggled, twisted and writhed under him with the utter pleasure of the pain now beginning inside her pussy from the captive position. Her eyes were open but she saw only his face and the contorted expression as his whole body shuddered and his cock pulsed in her very depths. She cried out with him and her orgasm shattered through her little body, pumped sky high by his unrelenting pounding into her and just as she thought it had crested he cried out again and he expanded inside her, pulsing time after time to fill her and carry her on another blissful climax away to oblivion. He didn’t stop but continued to fill her, warming her insides as she once again realised that she was gushing her own liquid out of her pussy, pulsing up at his stomach and spurting down over her breasts. Her nails dug into his arms, steadying her but did nothing to stop her shaking beneath him. Her legs ached from the obscenely exposed position but she would not protest and just hung on to his arms, fighting back tears of joy as he slowed and released her ankles before quietly laying down against her face. He continued to slowly pump into her, a victory parade that she was happy to enjoy with his kisses to her neck.
She wanted to sing again, to dance out in the garden, to kiss Emma but resolved to just hold onto the boy and bathe in the glow of what had just happened. The house was quiet except for their breathing and she ran her hands over his skin, memorizing it, trying to lock the thoughts away in her memory for ever more. He slowly pulled out of her and air bubbled out of her pussy with an indelicate pop. They giggled at the sound and wrapped their arms around each other, hugging in their shared experience and the unspoken confirmation that is had been everything they had wanted and so much more. She felt his cock against her leg, hard, sticky and reached down to stroked it along the length, once more for her memory. Lauren leaned back and looked at the ceiling, then brought her hand up to touch his hair. A streak of red stretched across her palm and her stomach churned. She closed her eyes, then reached down to his cock again, stroking it while making sure that if there was still blood on it that it might not be so noticeable if she rubbed it around. She reached behind him, found her swimsuit and pulled it underneath her in an effort to protect the eiderdown.
Breathing out she cursed silently. She would say nothing although she had no idea whether it was serious or not. She felt no pain, no stinging and no dull ache. She wondered if he had torn his cock somehow but knew in her heart that wasn’t the cause. She didn’t want Jules to suddenly see the blood if there was any and shriek which he might do when he went to the bathroom. In a flash of ingenuity she knelt by his side and before he could protest, took his cock in her mouth, licking the head and holding as much of him as she could in her hand. It looked like she had indeed cleaned up any remaining streaks of blood but still sucked him and cleaned him for a short while as a token of her thanks. She could feel his come dribbling out of her at a steady flow, dripping down over her feet and onto her dressing gown. His hand came up to her breast, again more as a thank you than a suggestion of a repeat performance. She smiled and gave his cock one last loving lick.
“You can use the bathroom first, I’ll wait here.”
He kissed her and she watched him grab his trunks and shut the door. The bathroom door clicked shut and Lauren looked between her legs. She saw nothing that indicated a problem, but as she moved to the side she saw a small pool of come tinged with red, just as his cock had been. She started at it, mot
ionless, her only thought being once again that it was small and she wouldn’t mention it. She would wear knickers in bed that night and see what the morning brought. She slipped a finger inside her pussy and immediately sensed that it was wider, or at least more accommodating and felt very warm inside, almost hot. With her heart beating wildly she pulled the finger out and examined it. Her juices had combined with Jules’ thick come and strung down in globules from her finger. It was a slightly off-white colour and with a huge sigh of relief she sucked her finger clean then fell back onto the bed and greedily slid two fingers inside herself. Closing her eyes, she pulled them out and took them slowly between her lips and into her mouth, groaning in delight but unaware that Emma and Jules were standing by the bed, naked.
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