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“Oh, yes...Oh, God...” I slid in and out, faster and faster. It was an incredible sensation, far exceeding my wildest fantasies. Her tight little twat squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging cock, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching spasms, her skinny little body going rigid, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her thrashing began to subside, I came. I felt a thick jet of lumpy semen force its way through my cock and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my stiff rod could move even faster and with almost no friction. “Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—” Annabelle grunted softly in amateur time with my thursts and her spasms. “Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg!!!!” and she came again, this time lifting herself off the seat and hanging by her arms from my neck and by her thighs from my hips. She tripled the speed japanese of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. Thick strings of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing cock, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my mouth. Then she went limp, murmuring, “Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.” After that we made love wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some discarded mattresses in the church attic, in her bedroom during those rare moments when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woods behind my house, on a picnic table at a deserted rest stop. Her skinny little legs would open, my horny little prick would rise, and we would be Brunette at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at church, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her crotch. She moved only a little, leaving me to stimulate her with my elbow. By the time she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and asian my elbow was slipping in quick little circles on the soaked crotch of her panties. I was hard as a rock, of course, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents!—when we took a quiet walk in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my rich white semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood. “That will help the grass grow,” she said as she squeezed out the last drops and lifted them to her mouth. And so the year progressed. By Christmas break, we considered ourselves sexual experts, so well had we memorized all the warm, wet, pulsating places on each teen other’s body. Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As much as I loved my intimate times with Annabelle, as much as I loved lying with her in slick, slimy, sweaty, satisfied afterglow, I always found myself wondering what it might be like to be in the same situation with Belinda. And with the break from school, I didn’t see Belinda any more, and absence made the part grow firmer. It made me feel guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand into Annabelle’s panties, I wondered what it would feel like to be inside Belinda’s. And when Annabelle came, clenching and gasping and thrusting her crotch against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm. As adolescent problems go, it was a nice problem to have. But it was a genuine problem. Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on December 20, since her family was going to out of state for the holidays. Her tits were in time with her cheeks, side-to-side, as the other hand advanced across the floor. Helpful Neighbour. 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