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and pussy, but it was there.
    I moved even closer, so that our
bodies were pressed lightly onto each other, my cock pushing into
the front of her jeans. My nose was right up to hers, and I let my
hand run across the curve of her hips. Her breathing was already
speeding up, and mine was too. I felt her fingertips brush across
the head of my penis, where it sat exposed. Then she closed her
fingers around it and gave a little squeeze.
    “ Um,” I said, “that's
nice.” Part of me really wanted to kiss her, but Boliff's presence
on her and in her had me a little worried even though she was
turning me on. “Tell the truth,” I whispered, “did you have his
cock in your mouth?”
    Her breathing made a little hitched
bump, and she said “I did. I took his whole cock in my mouth and
gave him head for a while.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “I ran
my tongue up and down the shaft, and I kissed it too.”
    “ Did you taste his
precum?” She was caressing my erection now through my
shorts.
    “ Yeah,” she whispered
back. Her very blue eyes looked into mine frankly. “At first there
was a drop of precum, and I ran my tongue over it and licked it all
up. I could taste it on his cock when it was in my mouth
too.”
    Her head darted forward and she slid
her tongue down the side of my throat. “Sweaty,” she murmured, with
her hair in my face.
    I cupped her left breast in my hand -
it was small enough to fit nicely, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so
I could feel the firm point of a nipple against my palm. I squeezed
it very gently, and she actually gave a little shudder, which made
me want to rip her pants off and fuck her without any further ado.
But I had the feeling that this needed to be handled slowly, so I
let my hand slide down her waist again while my other hand rested
on her ass.
    I remembered seeing her hips just a
few minutes ago when she was putting her sweater on, so I pulled
the sweater back up, running my hands over her smooth, warm skin,
which was also a little sticky in places with old sweat. She didn't
protest at all when it went up over her breasts, letting them pop
back out again. Her nipples were pink and very erect. She grabbed
the arms of her sweater and finished the job, and I took the
opportunity to take off my own shirt.
    Then I thought to hell with it, and
pushed my shorts down as well.
    She stood back a little and frankly
looked me up and down, then reached out and took hold of my cock
where it stood pointing at her. She caressed the shaft very gently,
and ran her hands down to my balls. She had a really soft motion,
and the head of my cock was swollen and tight after just a few
little tugs. I pulled her closer again, until our breaths were
mingling, and our lips were nearly touching. Her breath really was
warm.
    “ Did he cum in your mouth
or in your pussy just now?” I asked quietly.
    Her breath sped up again. She liked
talking about this. “He came in my pussy. He fucked me hard, and
shot all of his cum into me. It felt good.”
    “ So you're still squishy
and soft from fucking, right now?”
    She rubbed her nose against mine. “I
am. I cleaned up most of his cum with a towel, but I'm still all
slippery with it inside.”
    I popped the button on her jeans and
ran the zipper down, while she held on to my cock, breathing
heavily.
    “ Do you want me inside you
now?”
    “ Yeah,” she said, “I
really do. I want you to fuck me while I'm still wet from fucking
him.”
    I pushed her jeans open and down over
her hips. “You're not wearing any panties,” I noted.
    “ Nope,” she admitted in a
whisper, “he likes it when I come over without them on. So even my
jeans have a little bit of his jizz on them now.” She popped down
and up rapidly, kicking off her jeans in a practised motion. She
was just as amazing as I'd imagined – small breasts, but shapely
hips and a perfect little stomach curving down to a tiny, trimmed
little clump of golden-brown bush.
    I moved in closer and my