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Archive name: worth.txt (Mf, rom, oral)
Authors name: justwrong (alexzemke935@hotmail.com)
Story title : Worth the Risk

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Worth the Risk
by justwrong (alexzemke935@hotmail.com)

***

A young man and an even younger woman meet for the 
first time in secret. (Mf, rom, oral)

***

The motel, a brown-and-tan block of stucco and wood 
beams, filled the view through my windshield. The 
engine idling, I sat quietly and drummed my fingers on 
the steering wheel. I looked at the dash clock. Three 
twenty-five. I'd been sitting in the car with the 
engine running for over ten minutes.

"Alright," I thought to myself. "Get out. That's long 
enough."

I cut the ignition and pulled out the keys. I started 
to grab the door handle. Then paused a moment. I waited 
a few heartbeats. I was afraid. Afraid I might not be 
what she expected. Afraid she might not be what I 
expected. I was afraid-most of all-of being caught.

Ten months ago, I was working graveyard at KJAQ. You 
know, "Get JACKED, in Your Car"? Number Three in the 
cities? I only did a couple of hours on-air; the rest 
of the time I just babysat the building, making sure 
the automated programs ran properly and that the 
weather was up-to-date. It's a lonely job, and the only 
company you get is the phone. Listeners don't realize 
when the shows are automated, and they still call in. 
It's not always the most scintillating conversation, 
but it's human contact, and it suffices.

Most of the time, the calls come from funny drunks at 
after-bar parties. They want to hear something off-
format (stuff we don't play-pardon the jargon), then 
laugh and tell everyone in the background what you just 
said. Sometimes the calls come from people who used to 
work in radio, and want to impress you with their 
knowledge of the industry.

But sometimes it's a flirt.

Girls love to flirt with the DJ. They bat their 
eyelashes (or do whatever's the equivalent of batting 
them, over the phone); they giggle and coo; they make 
all kinds of empty promises; all to get their song 
played, and for bragging rights at their pajama 
parties. 

It never means anything, but as cheap thrills go, it's 
hard to top a bunch of bouncy teenage girls trying to 
outdo each other at coming on to you. Granted, they're 
pretty clumsy at it. Most are virgins who only know 
what they've seen on TV, and haven't learned how to 
really wield their sexuality yet. But I love to let 
them try.

Sample dialogue:

"Please play my song; I'll do anything you want...!"

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Take off your top, then."

"..."

"Well?"

(In the background) "He said to take off my top!" 
(Several girls laughing, one yells, "Do it! Do it! Hey 
mister! She did it! Play our song!")

Like I said, cheap thrill.
Until the night SHE called. From the first word, she 
had the hook in my mouth.

"Welcome to K-Jack, what can I do ya for?"

A pause on the line. Then a smooth, sexy voice breezed 
out of the speakerphone. There was a knowing smile 
under that voice, a self-assured smirk. "Well," she 
said. "You can do me for free, if you play your cards 
right."

And that's how it started. This girl one-upped me at 
every opportunity. There was no place I could turn the 
conversation that she couldn't steer it right back to 
sex. And she called night after night, like clockwork. 
I'd get off the air, and the phone would flash. We'd 
talk for hours; she'd tease me with her voice, dripping 
with sexual energy. 

It got so I'd switch to the automated show early, just 
so I could start talking to her sooner (don't tell my 
boss)! She had this, this little whine thing she'd do-
like a cat in heat, I don't know-that sent chills down 
my spine, and made my cock jump in my jeans. Every 
morning I'd rush home so I could jack off, and every 
time I literally GOUTED cum across the back of the open 
toilet lid.

It went on like that for a couple months. All the sex 
talk, all the teasing, all the playing around. But 
eventually, as in all things, it grew to something 
more. We really loved talking to each other, and I mean 
REALLY, but we both knew what we wanted was to meet.

Well, more than meet, of course...

With my eyes still fixed on the motel, I unlatched the 
driver's door and slowly climbed out. I told myself 
that the rubbery feeling in my legs was from the long 
drive. But I knew better. I was about to meet the young 
woman who'd been driving me to distraction for months, 
and I was so full of excitement and fear, so nervous I 
could hardly feel my limbs. I went around to the back 
of my car and popped the trunk. I'd packed a light bag 
for the weekend, but as I pulled it out, it felt like I 
was lifting an anchor.

Nervous.

Okay?

I rounded the corner of the motel and stopped. She was 
right there. Waiting. Had been for God knows how long 
while I'd sat in the car like an idiot. She had her 
hands clasped together in front of her waist, and when 
she saw me come around, she straightened her arms 
downward and smiled widely. Such a gorgeous smile. Such 
a gorgeous girl! She wasn't how I'd pictured at all; 
her skin was smooth and pale, her hair a deep 
amber...and she was taller than I'd imagined. Younger-
looking, too. 

On the phone she'd sounded maybe twenty-five (my age), 
though she'd hinted that she was younger. In person, 
she looked closer to twenty...without the makeup, she'd 
probably have looked more like nineteen, even eighteen. 
Of course, I knew she was only seventeen. That's why we 
were meeting at a remote motel, in secret. DJ's have a 
habit of getting caught with underage girls. Seventeen 
isn't too severe, and few people got into any real 
trouble over it, but better safe than sorry, we'd 
agreed.

We looked at each other for a long moment. She stifled 
a giggle, watching me with eyes that danced with 
excitement. Then it was my turn to smile. I almost 
started to laugh out loud, I was so glad to see her. It 
was like coming home, it felt so right to be there with 
her.

She motioned for me to follow her inside, and I hurried 
behind her into the motel.

The place was pretty empty. Just an old man at the 
desk, and a little kid looking at the vending machine 
in the office. She'd already lined us up with a room, 
and I paid the old man with three twenties. He gave us 
a look. Like he hadn't seen THIS arrangement before! We 
took our keys and headed, a little quickly, down the 
hall to room thirty-two.

At the door, I fumbled with my key. My hands weren't 
shaking, but for some reason I just couldn't get them 
to do what I wanted. As I tried to focus on just 
getting the key in the lock, she placed her hand over 
mine. The significance wasn't lost on either of us: 
this was the first time we'd ever touched. For all the 
things we'd said to each other on the phone, all the 
things we'd imagined, this was the first time we'd ever 
come into physical contact.

Another thing occurred to me: Since we'd arrived here, 
we hadn't spoken one word to each other. The old man 
saw us come in, told me the price, I'd paid, and 
neither of us had spoken...

Her hand was cool and soft on mine, but the bolt that 
shot up my arm was fiery hot. She wrapped her fingers 
around mine and pressed up against my back. I could 
feel her cheek brush against my neck as she looked over 
my shoulder. I was numb. My blood rushed though my 
ears. She guided the key into the lock, and turned. As 
the door opened inward on the darkened room number 
thirty-two, I turned toward her...and she lithely 
snaked her body around in front of me. Taking my other 
hand now as well, she backed into the shadows of our 
room-OUR room-leading me in with her.

I don't remember closing the door behind me. But it was 
closed. I don't remember crossing the deeply carpeted 
floor into the bedroom. But that's where we were. I 
don't remember the color of the drapes drawn across the 
window to block the afternoon sun, or what pattern was 
on the bedspread, but I'll never forget my first kiss 
with the most remarkable creature I've ever known. 

Her grip on my hands tightened slightly as we drew 
closer together. Gently, her lips brushed against mine. 
I felt her shudder against me, and she pressed up 
closer, her breasts crushed against my chest. I let go 
of her fingers, slid my hands around her lower back and 
pulled her in tight, my erection pressing into her hip. 
She felt my arousal, and gasped, parting our kiss.

For a moment, I thought I might actually have upset 
her, pressing my cock up against her. But her eyes, 
playful and wicked, said otherwise. She reached down, 
sliding her hands inside my shirt and across my 
stomach, around my waist and up my back. I hastily 
began unbuttoning her top, exposing more of her 
delicate cleavage. Underneath was a smooth, burgundy 
silk bra that looked, in the dim light, almost like 
blood against her fair skin. 

The sight of her breasts heaving with her rapid breath 
only fanned the fire in the pit of my stomach. She 
pulled my shirt up over my head. I slid her open top 
back over her shoulders and down her arms. We held each 
other with violent intensity as we kissed, her tongue 
exploring, my hands slipping under the rear of her 
skirt to fill my palms with her supple, rounded flesh.

But it wasn't enough. This had been building for 
months; we were past this stage already. Heavy petting 
wouldn't do for long, and our fevered pace was proof. I 
slid her skirt down over the swell of her quivering 
hips as she undid my pants. 

I kicked my shoes across the room and dug my socks off 
with my toes while she stepped out of her light 
sandals. Down to our underwear (comically enough, we 
both wore burgundy silk; I'd forgotten about my 
boxers!), we burrowed into each other's bared skin. I 
kissed and bit at the hollow of her neck. She gasped 
and laughed and dug her fingers into my back. I slid my 
tongue across her chest and felt her hands pull my head 
into the cleft between her breasts, burying my face.

Wrapping my arms around her backside, I lifted her up. 
She brought her legs up around my waist and squeezed 
tightly. She gave her permission to me with her eyes as 
I carried her to the bed. But as I began to lay her 
down, she resisted.

Again I paused, unsure of what she wanted. Then she 
pulled the back of my neck down and rolled us both 
over, so that she wound up straddled across me, sitting 
upright on her knees. She looked down at me and 
grinned. I could hardly believe the girl I was looking 
at. 

In the hazy glow of room thirty-two, shadows played 
across her smooth skin, casting sharp relief across the 
recesses of her abdomen and hiding her face in the 
darkness of her cascading hair. She ran her hands 
across my chest and squeezed her knees tight against my 
sides.

"So," she said, speaking the first words between us. 
"What are you thinking?"

At the sound of her voice, even more luxuriantly 
sensuous in person, my cock wriggled upward toward the 
waistband of my boxers. She felt the movement and 
rocked her pelvis across my erection slowly. I slid my 
hands up her milky thighs to her slender waist.

"I just can't believe I'm finally here with you."

She giggled. "I know. Same here." She bent down to rest 
on top of me, her hair falling all around my face. The 
very scent of her was delicious. She just looked into 
my eyes and grinned widely. She was so adorable!

"You wreck me," I said. "You know that?"

She cocked her eyebrow at me curiously. "Wreck you?" 
she said. "Oh, silly bear..." She slid downward, 
dragging her hair across my trembling stomach. She 
tugged downward at my waistband. "You don't know what 
wrecked is!" Reaching inside my shorts, she took hold 
of my rigid cock. "Not yet, anyways..."

On the phone she'd always teased me with promises to 
show up at the station one night, without warning. 
She'd tell me she'd wait under the desk, hiding in the 
shadows, and that once I was on the air, she'd 
carefully unzip me and then suck me-slowly-to a long 
and excruciating climax.

Her words.

These were the kinds of things she'd say to keep me 
flustered, a way of toying with me. Cruel, really. Of 
course, I'd loved it...

But that was just talk. What she did to me in room 
thirty-two that afternoon...what can I say, except-

"Holy shit," I managed to sputter, as my shiny cock 
disappeared over and over again into her mouth. Her 
tongue darted across the head, then ran down to the 
base, then up again, as she coated my erection with her 
saliva.

She popped me out of her mouth and rested my cock head 
against her cheek, smiling at me as she worked my shaft 
up and down with her fist. "Like that, do you?" she 
said. God, that smile! Like she ruled the world! It 
made me want her so much more, that confidence, 
bordering on arrogance...

She dragged her fist down my cock to its base, then 
plunged down on me again.

She sucked on me for what seemed like forever. She 
cupped my balls in one hand while stroking me with the 
other and slurping greedily at the head. She squeezed 
her beautiful breasts around my cock and tit-fucked me 
till I thought I would cum all over her face. 

In fact, I realized I actually WAS about to cum all 
over her face!

"Stop, oh god," I said, gasping. "Don't! I'm gonna 
cum...!"

She snapped her head up, her hair fanning out behind 
her. "No you're not" she said, and gave my dick a light 
squeeze that immediately shut down the building 
pressure in my balls. 

"Not yet, anyway." She got back up on her knees and 
hooked both thumbs under the straps of her silk thong, 
sliding them slowly down over her hips. She rolled 
silently back across the bed to rest against the 
pillows, and easily glided her panties down the length 
of her smooth, long legs. She cocked her head back, 
beckoning me closer. The blood coming back into my head 
and limbs, I slowly slid my way across the sheets to 
her.

She slipped two fingers into her mouth and licked them 
heavily. When she pulled them out they were almost 
dripping. "I want you," she said. She lowered her 
moistened fingers down past her navel. "God, I've 
wanted you so much..." she rubbed her spit across her 
slit-it was shaven completely clean!-and then shoved 
her fingers deep inside. She moaned weakly, bit her 
lip...and looked up at me with wide, unashamedly 
lustful eyes.

I crawled in between her legs. "Not half as much as 
I've wanted you," I said. "NEEDED you." She was 
fingering herself faster as I moved closer, her eyes 
fixed on my swaying erection. "Every night, you made me 
so hot for you...Every morning I came so hard, just 
thinking of your voice, the things you said..."

She kept her eyes on my cock. "Really..." she said. She 
reached out and took careful hold of my member, gently 
caressing me to even fuller length. "How hard did you 
cum...?"

The touch of her hand was electrifying. My head dropped 
and hung from my shoulders, my eyes closed lightly. 
"Very hard," I said, shuddering.

Her hand began to move up and down my shaft, twisting 
as it did so. "HOW hard...?"

I shuddered. "Ohhh..." God, she was killing me. "Pretty 
hard..."

With her other hand, she began to pull my arm, bringing 
me closer, still stroking my cock. I was hers. "Did you 
make a mess?" she asked, knowing the answer already.

"Yeah," I said. "Big mess..."

"Did you get your cum all over?"

"Everywhere..."

"Would you like to make a big mess with me...?"

My ears were humming. "God, yes..."

"Or would you like to make a mess ON me?"

"Ohhh, GOD..."

"Would you like to cum on me?"

"Yes..."

"Wanna squirt all over my stomach?"

"YES."

"All over my tits, too? I bet you'd like that, to see 
you cum shooting across my tits, huh?"

"Oh, jesus...!"

"Then do it," She said. "I want you to." She brought 
the tip of my cock right to the edge of her pussy, and 
began to work the head inside. "I want you in me now."

"Yes."

"I need you inside me."

"I need it too."

"Fuck me, Love."

"God, yes."

I slid inside her. Slowly. She was so slick. So slick, 
and so tight! She gasped as I worked every inch of my 
fully engorged penis into her. She reached out, took my 
face with both hands, and pulled me in for a deep, 
desperate kiss. Our tongues met and tangled wildly as I 
pulled my cock out almost all the way, then slowly 
drove it back inside. I felt her thighs slide up along 
my hips, and then her calves were pressed against my 
backside. She began rocking her pelvis up into me, 
sliding on and off my cock. God, she felt amazing!

She must have seen my face clench up. "Ooh, somebody 
likes that," she said, breathing hard.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "My god, you're so tight around 
me...!"

She moaned as I began to slide in and out of her more 
quickly. "I'm still young, silly bear," she said. "You 
know that."

Yeah, I knew that. The thought rarely left my mind that 
this incredible young woman was underage. Not by much, 
but still. I knew I was taking a risk, but how could I 
resist? The girl was pure sex! She was perfect! In a 
few months she'd be legal, but who the hell could wait 
till then?

Not me. That's for damn sure.

I started to really pound into her. Her gasps gave way 
to little yelps of pleasure, and I couldn't keep in my 
grunting anymore. We were starting to sound like a pair 
of wild animals; our noises were uninhibited, 
unrestrained as we fucked each other rapaciously. Her 
hips bucked up and down the length of my shaft, and I 
madly returned her strokes.

Suddenly, her eyes flicked open. "Oh, god!" she cried. 
"I'm gonna cum!"

And did she ever! I suddenly felt my strokes moving 
more easily, as her juices poured out around my cock, 
dripping onto the sheets. And as tight a she was 
already, her muscles began to clench at me, stroking my 
erection so fiercely that I immediately felt my balls 
tighten up. If I didn't pull out fast, I was gonna 
shoot my load right inside her, and I didn't know if it 
was safe to do that!

"Gonna...I'm..." I started.

She grabbed the hair at the back of my head tightly. 
"Do it!" she cried. "Cum on me! Cover me with it!" And 
I swear, she was deliberately squeezing my cock with 
her pussy! She was milking me! I had to get out of 
there before I knocked her up!

"Ahhh, oh god...!" I groaned, pulling my swollen, 
twitching erection out of her dribbling pussy and 
squeezing it in my fist. "Ohhh-ahhh-yesss!!!"

My balls lurched inside their sack and a long stream of 
cum arced across her belly. It splattered sloppily 
against the under swell of her breasts. She squealed 
and her stomach convulsed.

"Ooh, yeah!" she said. "Keep cumming on me! More!"

I obliged her with a loud grunt and another load of 
sperm, this one splashing all across her shaven slit. 
Maybe I couldn't cum IN her pussy (maybe! I'd have to 
ask), but I could sure as hell cum all OVER it. Another 
spasm in my balls, and an even larger dollop flopped 
out of the tip of my cock, landing splat in her navel. 

She was covered in my cum, and I could see my orgasm 
was waning. But then she reached down, grabbed my 
slick, red cock and started pumping. Immediately my 
balls jumped back to life and started spurting like a 
cow's teat! She had me shooting sperm all over her 
thighs, her pussy, her stomach, even managing to hit 
her tits again before I finally collapsed next to her 
in a sweaty heap.

And I could see she was still enjoying her own climax. 
She groaned loudly, writhing on the bed, sliding her 
hands between her thighs, then up her stomach, smearing 
my cum all across her delicious skin. She kneaded her 
swollen breasts, pinching and pulling the nipples as 
she rubbed my cream into her cleavage. At last her 
movements slowed, her noises quieted, and she relaxed 
into the sheets.

She turned to look at me, wide-eyed and breathing 
deeply. "Don't...get scared," she said. Her eyes were 
watching mine carefully.

"What?" I asked, getting scared. Had I cum in her just 
a little?

She saw it in my eyes and laughed. "Silly bear, no! I'm 
on the pill. You can cum in me all you want...but 
that's not what I'm talking about.

Her promise got my cock moving again, but I was curious 
what she was about to tell me. "What is it?"

She slid in closer. Took hold of my cock, which was, 
astoundingly, already beginning to resuscitate. "I want 
to tell you something important, and I don't want you 
to be afraid..."

"I already know you're underage," I said. "We talked 
about it. But believe me, you're worth the risk!"

She smiled at that. Mostly to herself, it seemed. "Not 
that, either, Sweetie..."

I looked at her in silence.

"I want to tell you..." she started. Then she 
hesitated. It looked like now SHE was the one who was 
scared.

I put my arms around her, and stroked her back as we 
lay facing each other. "It's all right, sweetheart," I 
said. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I love you."

She shook. "You..." Her eyes were wide and glassy. "You 
do?"

The words had come out without me even thinking about 
it. Now I realized the importance of what I'd said.

"Well...yeah," I said. "I do."

She laughed. "But that's what I was gonna tell you!"

My cock swelled in her massaging fingers. "God, you're 
fantastic," I said. I grabbed her by the waist and 
rolled her on top of me. Wild-eyed with surprise, she 
laughed again.

"Already? Oh, wow!"

I raised her over my renewed erection "What can I say? 
You make me crazy, woman!"

She guided my head between her shaven lips once more, 
drawing breath in a sharp hiss through her teeth. I 
moaned in relief as she slid wetly down my rod. Still 
so tight. Not that I was complaining, but it was odd!

"Honey," I said to her.

She started to circle her hips slowly around, swirling 
my cock inside her. It was heaven. "Yes, Love?"

I gasped as she leaned back on her knees and began to 
pump up and down. "You lost your virginity at thirteen, 
right?"

She paused. "Yeah..." Continued pumping. "I was awfully 
young...does that turn you on? The thought of such a 
young girl?"

In fact, it really did. I felt my cock grow even larger 
inside her.

And she felt it, too. "Oh, I guess it does!" she said, 
leaning forward again and pumping even faster. "You 
know, I did a lot of things in that first year."

I groaned. "Yeah?"

"Mm hmm," She said, riding me quickly, her unusually 
tight pussy stretching wetly around my increasingly 
swollen member. "Did I tell you I've even done a couple 
of threesomes?"

My balls lurched. My hands moved to her breasts, began 
kneading their firmness, squeezing them together. "No, 
you never mentioned that." God, she was playing me! 
"What was that like?"

She grabbed my hands, joined me in playing with her 
tits. "Oooh, it was amazing...It was with an older guy 
and one of my friends." She paused for a moment, bent 
her head down and sucked long at one of her nipples. I 
swear, I've never been harder in my life than I was at 
that point.

I tried to speak, but my throat had gone dry. I 
coughed. "How much older was this guy?

"Oh, about your age..." she said. "Jealous?"

She knew me better than I knew myself, it seemed. I was 
jealous. Jealous that a guy my age was fucking this 
creature back when she was so VERY young...and with 
another girl, at that! "You're damn right, I am," I 
said, never breaking eye contact.

Her eyes twinkled. She was up to something. "And I 
didn't just fuck HIM, either..." she said.

I almost shuddered. "No?"

"Nope," she said, pushing down hard over my cock now. 
Over and over she took me all the way in, her hairless 
mound slamming against me. "I licked my friend's pussy 
till she came right on my tongue."

Somewhere deep, I felt my climax on the way.

"I learned a lot in that first year," she said, her 
eyes almost closed, a foreshadowing of her own orgasm 
just beginning to blossom.

"Lucky son of a bitch," I said.

She looked at me closer. "The guy?" Then she leaned 
forward, resting on her forearms across my chest. 
"Why?"

Leaning over had slid most of my cock out. Taking hold 
of her rear and pressing downward, I slipped back in. 
She grinned, biting her lip. I said, "I'd give anything 
to have been with you back then. To be part of this 
sexual odyssey of yours."

"Awww," she said, eyes twinkling. "You sure you don't 
just wish you could've fucked a fourteen-year-old 
girl?"

Again, my lecherous cock betrayed me. It convulsed 
inside of her, and she shivered. Her eyes were big now. 
She started fucking me with new intensity, building the 
pressure in my groin. Her breasts bounced freely as I 
held onto her fervently rolling hips. Her breath was 
hot and heavy.

"Do you really...wish you could've...fucked me...when I 
was only...fourteen?" she asked, between breaths. "Tell 
me...the truth...!"

"Love," I moaned, my balls aching and swelling, my body 
tingling. "I would've fucked you every way possible and 
loved every moment. I would've taken every inch of your 
fourteen-year-old body!"

"Aaah!" she cried out, "Good! Good! Then do it! Fuck 
me! 'Cause that's why I'm so tight!"

"What?"

She reached behind her and cupped my balls in her hand. 
I could feel my jizz boiling upward. She looked me dead 
in the eye. There was mischief there, lust, and eager 
playfulness. But no lie. There was no lie in her eye as 
she whispered sharply to me, "That's why I'm still so 
tight...I only lost my virginity a little over a year 
ago! I AM only fourteen...!"

And before I could say anything, she started pumping 
wildly up and down my cock, rising to her climax. She 
cried out loudly, "Oh, god, yesss! Ohhh, please cum 
inside me! Cum in me now!"

What she'd said, it rang in my ears. I knew she was 
telling the truth. I was fucking the hell out of a girl 
who couldn't even get a learner's permit...

And she was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen.

Ever felt.

Ever loved.

My balls tightened sharply, and as I came into her, I 
bellowed out incoherently. Somewhere in the gibberish I 
told her how much I loved her and that I never wanted 
this to end. Something about wanting to be deep inside 
her every day and every night for the rest of my life. 
Something like that. And all the while, wave after wave 
of my jizz poured out, filling her to overflowing. 

Our climax seemed to go on forever. Like neither of us 
was willing to let it go. As she screamed, she pumped 
me even harder in long, violent thrusts of her pelvis 
as she milked every drop of cum out of my cock.

Eventually, though, we fell to the bed together, 
sweating and panting, holding each other loosely, 
kissing and caressing, refusing to let go of one 
another for even a moment. My erection was shrinking 
slowly inside her.

"I love you," she whispered in my ear as she chewed 
lightly at the lobe.

My fingers traced a line up the middle of her back, 
sending shivers throughout her sensitive body. "I love 
you, too," I said.

"And you aren't mad at me for lying to you about my 
age?"

I smiled. "Mad at you?" I said. "If you hadn't lied to 
me, I may never have let myself get this close to you. 
And this never would have happened." I held her tight.

"You don't mind that I'm only fourteen?"

I paused, then grinned at her. "Far from it."

She giggled. "God, I love you..."

"I love you, too."

"Say it again..."

"I love you...."

She laughed. "Again...!"

I took a firm hold of her rump, punctuating each word 
with a squeeze. "I...love...you!" Then I slid her up 
toward the head board and took one of her breasts in my 
mouth, sucking at the nipple. She gasped. She was so 
sensitive all over, now. She pulled my head into her 
chest.

"Mmm," she moaned. "That's so nice... now stop it."

I looked up at her. "Too sensitive?"

"No," she said, giving me that impish grin again. She 
slid herself back down the length of the bed, her eyes 
fixed on mine. Seeing where she was headed, I again-
again!-felt my cock stir. She took it in her hands 
gently, where it began to grow for yet another go.

She winked. "But YOU are..." and lowered her head.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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