Suddenly, she reared back and collapsed on her side, pulling her treasures away from me. “I’m done,… I can’t,… please don’t make me,… oh God you have to stop!” she stammered.
I pulled her back on top of me, cradling her head on my chest and stroking her hair. “Calm down, baby, relax, rest, sleep,” I whispered as I caressed her.
The worst of the storm had passed. It was still raining hard, but the thunder and lightening had moved away. Soon, I could hear Liz’s gentle breathing as she slept in my arms.
I guess I dozed off too. I became aware of a soft pair of lips gently kissing my neck while a soft, moist pair of pussy lips slowly massaged the underside of my cock Gathering my senses, I began running my fingertips lightly up and down her back.
She said, “It’s almost two am, Doc. The storm is over.”
“You should go back to your camper, Liz,” I said.
“I know,” she breathed, “but I think there’s still time for us to make love. I want you inside me.”
I was hard again from the sensation of her wet little pussy rubbing over me. She sat up and positioned herself over my manhood. “Can we be gentle, Doc? Can we be quiet?” she asked. There was just enough moonlight for me to be able to see her pretty face gazing down at me.
“I think so. You set the pace.”
“All right,” she said. She moved slowly, at first just rubbing her pussy over my cock-head, mixing her juices with mine, moistening everything thoroughly. Then she moved to notch me into her opening and let out a little moan of pleasure. Slowly, she lowered herself, taking my length into her tight velvet tunnel. When she had finally settled her pelvis onto mine, she sighed, “Oh Doc, that feels so good.”
“Yes, baby, yes it does,” I said, running my hands gently from her thighs, to her ass, and finally onto her back. “Lean forward a little. I want to touch your breasts.”
They were wonderful — young, firm yet soft to the touch, warm, the areolas crinkled beautifully around hard little nipples. I knew that, the next time I got this girl into bed, I wanted to kiss, and lick, and just generally devour them.
As I worshiped her breasts, Liz began to rock slowly on me. At first, she kept me buried to the hilt inside her. She didn’t talk, and the action was too slow for gasping or crying out. The sound she made was almost like a cat purring. This was a sensuousness I hadn’t felt before in a woman so young. Younger people like to fuck, to screw, to bang each other. They like to be sweaty and dirty, rutting like animals. That’s great. I love it too. That’s all Cindy and I did for quite a while after we first got together, and a lot of our sessions are still like that, especially if we have a younger woman with us.
Liz and I were making love, our first time together, in a way that Cindy and I took five years to learn. She was fucking me deep, purposefully, but with such luxurious movements and unhurried pace, that I knew this night would be forever burned into my memory. As we mated, I wondered what it would be like to make this girl a long-term, important part of Cindy’s and my lives.