repeated this gesture a few times using my hand before returning to her own task.
Instead of going straight back to my penis, her hand went to the waistband of my shorts and began attempting
to pull them down. I was so focused in touching her and avoiding an early eruption it took me a few moments
to realize what she was doing. Once it dawned on me I quickly shucked my shorts and shirt aside. She
watched me unclothe then followed. I saw her undo the few buttons holding the flannel shirt closed then slid it
gracefully from her shoulders. She shifted under the sleeping bag to remove her last bit of clothing, and I
marveled again at the perfect shape of her breasts. Seeing them in the dim lamplight for the first time then
were small yet exquisitely formed half-apple sized mounds. She had small pink nipples like littler erasers, and
areolas not much bigger than a nickel.
A small bit of pink cloth hit me in the face, breaking me from my reverie. “You’re staring!” She had a
mischievous grin and she rolled towards me, pushing my shoulders to the bed and straddling me in one
movement. My dick was pinned between us, the lips of her labia spread around it and forced it up against my
lower abdomen. I could feel my own precum wetting my stomach and her juices flowing to coat me as she
slowly glided herself up and down my length. Her hands were holding my shoulders to the mattress; her
elbows were locked. I had an amazing view of her pale white body. She deliberately rode her slickness up my
member, and her extended arms pressed her breasts forward accentuating their shape. I didn’t really know
what else to do with my hands so I placed them on her hips. This seemed quite natural, and it allowed me to
help grind her pelvis harder onto me.
I can’t tell you how long we stayed in this position and it was only through some divine providence that I didn’t
burst my load all between the two of us. Unexpectedly one of her hands reach amid our bodies and grasp my
erection. My heart stop as fear and excitement swirled over me. She shifted its position and angle just the
slightest bit and my head was caught in the silky folds of her entrance. Her hips shifted back pressing herself
onto me—though nothing happened. She shifted the angle of my dick a bit more and drove herself back again.
This time there was a slight parting. I could feel and see her how body go ridged with pain.
As much as my pubescent hormone addled mind wanted this it ripped at my soul to see her in pain. “Maybe we
shouldn’t-“
“Shh.” She leaned down and kissed me again, cutting off the weak protest. She pressed again, this time much
gentler. I felt the entrance to her pussy slowly part around my invading member. She would trust onto me just
enough to penetrate herself another micron before backing off. I really could not tell if there was any progress
at all. I felt a tight pressure at the tip of my penis, almost hard enough to make the shaft bend painfully and
then she would stop. I don’t know how long this went on—tension, then relax. Strain, then ease.