R Finch - No longer virgin

She encircled his buttocks with both hands, pulled him fully to her with a sharp little sigh, shivering when his rigid cock plunged the rest of the way into her, lancing her with pleasure. She hooked her heels behind his legs, wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him, wanted to cuddle him like a teddy bear.

"Is it good?" Wendy asked him, began kissing his face all over. "Does it feel good? Does my little curd feel good to you?"

Robert was flushed, dots of perspiration on his forehead. He nodded, swallowing loudly, then started to pump on Wendy with many short, jerky thrusts, was kissing her on the mouth, sucking at her lips until she was ready to burst with the heat building in her trembling loins. With unrestrained enthusiasm he was pummeling her with his young body, pronging his hard cock into her more quickly than she would have even imagined possible.

She moved under him with a squirming, undulating wiggle, her firm breasts pressed against his heaving chest, her rubbery nipples swollen and distended. She darted her moist tongue into his ear, breathed hotly, "Stick your fingers up my asshole."

"I'll stick anything you want up there!" he gasped shakily and was already working his hands under the warm cheeks of her wriggling buttocks, searching for the puckered opening of her tight anus.

Wendy pumped from underneath yet, more feverishly, the two of them thrusting as one.

Robert's hardened cock reaching as deeply as he could force it into the churning depths of her, his hands squeezing her behind into two handfuls of sweaty muscle. Then his fingers poked into her wet anal slot, first one, then another, then, with some effort, a third, all of them probing up into her still sensitive rectum.

Wendy clawed at his back, raking her nails across his flesh, leaving red welts and scratches that he would feel only much later, was thrusting still more urgently. She groaned with delight as his cock hammered into her, throbbing, pulsing with his excitement, grinding into her, the base of it squeezing her tingling clit, inflaming it, driving Wendy wild with sensation. She was biting at his mouth, groaning more hoarsely, "Oh… my little love… OH! You're fucking me so fast! It's so wonderfully good! OH! GOD! It's so… kiss me! Oh, shit! Oh!"

They smacked together, Robert ramming his pistoning cock into her tight cunt deeper and deeper, his furious thrusts pushing her slowly up along the bed, her slick lubrication oozing from her vaginal crack, running down between the churning cheeks of her warm buttocks.

Her slender legs were climbing steadily up his pumping thighs, working their way up until she was more brazenly open to him then she'd ever been to anyone in her life, until her thighs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him to her, clasping him to the now almost gushing wetness of her cunt.

"You're fucking me to death!" Wendy managed to gasp, and then the shattering concussion of jarring pleasure she so avidly awaited slammed into her, overwhelming in its jolting intensity, pummeling her into a world of only shadows and brightly flashing lights. Robert was pumping her full of fluid warmth, was pounding into her clenching cunt furiously as his sticky seed surged into her in thick streams, filling the depths of her with hot, coursing liquid.

Wendy was hit with still a second wrenching spasms, and could not believe this boy could be carrying her to such unheard of heights of passion, could be turning her loins into molten jelly that ached and ached for still more and more of his battering cock. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried, gritting her teeth each time another wave of sensation broke against her, "Oh, God! You're making me come! Oh, fucking bliss!"

Wendy sat across from Sander in a booth in a restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard, set her fork down with a little sigh, could not have eaten another bite. Sander was finished eating also and he pulled a partially crushed pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, offered one to Wendy, who shook her head, then lit one for himself. He tossed the match into the ashtray, exhaled smoke at the ceiling.

"I should make a fortune off that movie," he said. "You – all of you – came across fantastically well. Really natural, just like the three incredibly enthusiastic teens you are. The buyers are going to love it!"

"I'm glad you're pleased," Wendy smiled. "Pam and Robert are really something else!"

Sander laughed. "So are you. I had a hard-on from the first second your perfect tits popped out of your blouse. I mean, Christ, I've filmed a lot of naked girls, but you have the most lust-provoking body I've ever seen! Not to mention one of the prettiest faces in the city."

Wendy giggled, was beginning to blush, looked away.

"But you did disappoint me in one respect." She glanced at him, and he went on, "You didn't blush once in front of the camera… not once! I was looking forward to it."

"I was too nervous to be embarrassed," she said, brightening. "Then, by the time I got over my nervousness, I was too busy to be embarrassed." She smiled at him, said boldly, "I really like you. You seem so sure of yourself about everything… so in charge of everything! And you're so different from any of the other guys I've ever known."

"I'm glad to hear you think so," he laughed, seemed somewhat self-conscious for the first time since Wendy had met him. He took a long drag at his cigarette.

"I guess now you'll have Sherry, uh, move in with you, huh?"

He looked at her oddly, asked, "What makes you think that?"

"Oh!" Wendy was surprised. "Well, Sherry said that…"

Sander interrupted her, "I wouldn't pay too much attention to what Sherry says about us. She always seems to think we're just one step from the altar. She's always telling everybody that. I have no idea why. I certainly don't encourage her along those lines."

"Oh," was all Wendy could say.

"And anyway," Sander continued, "if I was going to ask anyone to move in with me, it obviously wouldn't be Sherry. It would be you. In fact," and he smiled at her, "consider yourself asked."

"What!" Wendy blurted, suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken, her face flush. She turned her head away, asked haltingly, "What do you mean? Why me?"

He smiled at her as if she was being falsely modest. "Why not you? You're smart and you're amusing and you're sexy as hell. Also," and he laughed softly, "you're a hell of a lot younger than you say you are. That, turns me on. And, like I said, you could give a hard-on to a marble statue."

Wendy said nothing, was more than merely surprised at his sudden – and seemingly sincere interest in her. Not that she didn't welcome it… she did, after all, find him fascinating.

"It's perfect! Now I know I have to have you living with me! Tonight. You can move in tonight! You will won't you?" He was leaning over the table, looked like he was ready to leap over it and start kissing and hugging her.

"I, uh, yes!"

Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Sander finally said, "You'll have to pick up your things from Sherry's. I'll go with you."

Wendy glanced at him with sudden realization, considered what Sherry's reaction would be to all this for the first time, was actually terrified at the prospect of facing her with the news.

"No," Wendy said with more confidence than she felt. "I'll go alone. If you went, it would be like rubbing it in her face. And she's still my friend."

"Whatever you think is best." He reached out and squeezed her hand. "I hope you know what you're doing, though."

"Me too," she said, smiled at him uncertainly.

Wendy stood before the door of Sherry's – and what was technically still her own apartment. She had no idea what to say to Sherry, much less how to say it, and knew only that she wanted to hurt the girl as little as possible, was feeling a curious mixture of both guilt and elation at her decision to move in with Sander.