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Chance

by Windrider 
Copyright 1996

		Chapter 1:   Cold

	It was cold.  Cold as only it can be in a January night in Canada. 
The mercury was dipping below -20 C, I figured, and I was dumb enough to be
walking outside.
	I had just come from a movie that let out around 9 pm, and was walking
home, since I lived only about 10 blocks away.  I had to pass through a
seedier part of our small city to get home, and heard crying somewhere off to
the side.  I couldn't see right away where it was coming from, but I could
tell it was female.  I sidetracked to see where she was, and found her huddled
in a doorway of a run-down business.  The street was deserted otherwise, given
the temperature.  I guess all the bums got shelter tonight, which made me
wonder why this girl was out here, when shelter was probably nearby.
	She was curled up, with arms wrapped around knees, and face turned
inward with her forehead against her knees.  Her clothing was obviously ill-
suited to the cold weather.  She had no gloves or hat.  Her coat was not very
thick, and she wore jeans and running shoes.  Her shoes looked frozen, no
doubt due to walking through the snow.  She had a medium sized duffle bag
beside her.  The mercury vapour streetlights made everything more bleak
because of the lack of color.
	I couldn't just walk away leaving her there.  "Hello?", I ventured.
	She jerked her head up, surprised.  Her face and hands were red from
the cold and the crying.  "Huh...(blubber, sob)?.... Go away!"
	"Are you all right?"  Dumb question, I know.  Obviously she wasn't.
	"NO!"  It was half whimper, half exclamation, then continued crying. 
Yet she continued to glance back and forth between me and her cold feet, the
shadows of the doorway hiding her facial expressions.
	I had to ask.  "Why are you out here in this cold?"
	"Because the department stores closed, and I don't know where to go."
	She must be new to the city, probably a runaway.  Yet, what little I
could see of her suggested that she was not too young.  17 years old, or older.
 I couldn't really tell, since the light wasn't very good.  She must be aware
that there would be shelters available.  Maybe she just didn't know where they
were.
	"Um, there is a shelter only a couple of blocks away..."
	"I know.  It's dirty, and there are stinky, dirty, crazy, drunk men
there."  She stopped crying a bit.
	I crouched down to her level, a few feet away on the main part of the
sidewalk.
	"At least it's warm... right?"
	"Barely".
	She started to cry again as she said that.  I took advantage of my
position to get a closer look at her.  She was caucasion, and the bad lighting
showed her hair to be some kind of light brown.  Despite the cold, and her
crying, her face was rather pretty.  Her eyes grabbed my attention, though,
and dispelled any notion I had of not helping her.
	I was about to speak, when she paused her crying long enough to blurt
out,
	"Where else can I go?"
	I really didn't know if it was a good idea or not, but I didn't know
what else to say or do.
	"Well, I live only a half-a-block from here, around the corner,"
pointing, "you could get warmed up, and we can talk about where you could go,
or what you could do....?"
	I expected her to say something like, "Go to hell, you pervert", or
"Yeah, and what else are you gonna wanna do?".  She surprised me, though, and
asked,
	"What's your name?"
	"Bruce McCarty, what's yours?"
	"Julie........ do you really live nearby??
	"Yeah,"  I took off my scarf, and reached forward to put it around her
head and neck, "Let's go get you warmed up".
	She put the scarf over her head and wrapped it around once under her
chin.  I held out my hand.
	"Okay"
	She took my hand, and we stood up, and she grabbed her duffle bag. 
After only one step, she stumbled.  Using my hand for support, she recovered,
and began walking with me, then let go of my hand.
	"My feet are a bit numb, I guess I sat there too long."
	"That's all right, soon you can get those icy shoes off, and get
defrosted."
	Why was she going with me, a total stranger, to my apartment?  Did her
common sense get frozen along with her feet?  I kept such thoughts to myself. 
Her need to get warm may have clouded her judgement, but the need was still
urgent.
	I'm not the kind to take advantage of women, but could not think of
anything to say to allay any fears she might that I could do so.  I'm not a
great talker, so I hoped my actions would speak louder than anything I could
say.
	Now that she was standing up, I could see more of her.  She was a
couple inches shorter than me, so about 5' 6", and her thin coat revealed a
body that was not overweight, and fairly shapely.  Any more observations would
have to wait until her coat was off.

	We said little on the way to my building.  Once she got started
walking, she started to walk fast, obviously anticipating getting warm.
	Her teeth chattering became quite noticeable while I opened the
building door for her.  As we went down the hallway of the ground floor
apartments, I wondered if she was going to balk at actually entering my
apartment.  She seemed to not think about it at all, though, as she went ahead
of me into my private domain.
	'Maybe she is scamming me,' I thought, 'maybe, she plans to rip me off
or something'.  Yet, she seemed a little young to be involved in such things. 
I hadn't noticed anyone following us to my building, I had made a point to
make sure of that.
	She looked a little lost, standing in the middle of my 'living room',
her duffle bag at her feet.
	"Here, why don't you take your coat and shoes off."
	"Oh!  I'm sorry.  I'm standing on the carpet with my wet shoes!"
	"Don't worry about it," as I helped her coat off.
	Now that we were in good light, I marvelled at her appearance.  Her
hair was light brown, but with a strong tinge of red in it.  Her shirt turned
out to be a very practical long-sleeved flannel red-checked shirt.  It matched
her hair, but her startling blue eyes contrasted sharply.  I figured that she
must have contact lenses to make her eyes that blue.  I tore my gaze from her
eyes to see that her chest was fairly well-developed, then look back up to her
face.
	She seemed to be appraising me as well.  I'm not in the best shape I
could be, but I'm not overweight.  I hoped she didn't think I was ugly.
	She crouched down to untie her shoes, but her fingers couldn't seem to
do the job.
	"Fingers are numb, eh?  Here, I'll do it".
	Once her shoes were off, I led her to the sofa, and sat a few inches
from her.  She seemed settled, and her face had a bit of a lively look to it
as she looked around my living room.
	"You like horses, I see", she said, noticing the several horse
pictures and posters.
	"Yeah....  Can I get you a blanket or something?"  She was still
shivering.
	"No, I'll be fine.  I just need time."
	"Well, how about some hot soup?"
	"I had a burger just a while ago, so I not hungry, but thank you,
anyway."
	I paused for a bit, then asked, "So what's going on with you?  You're
new to the city, arn't you?"
	"Yeah, I came in on the bus today, but I didn't have very much money. 
The burger used up what I had left."
	"Where are you from?"
	She hesitated, "It doesn't matter.  A small town."
	A little louder, and with more firmness, "Here's the thing.  I turned
18 last month so my mom told me to get a job to pay rent, or move out.  I
couldn't get a job in that small town, so she kicked me out, which is fine,
she's a bitch anyway.  She just wanted the money to help her pay for her booze
and cigarettes.  I was sick and tired of putting up with her boyfriends,
anyway, pretending that they weren't hitting on me.  Mom wouldn't believe me
when I told her about her current one, then she accused me of trying to steal
him from her.  Stupid bitch."
	"So you decided to head for the city?"
	"Yeah, I thought that I could find a job right away, and maybe sleep
at work or something.  I didn't really think about it, I guess.  Now I have no
money, no job, and nowhere to sleep.  I don't know what to do."  She started
to sniffle a bit, a warning of a flood to come.
	I was convinced of her story.  Her body language was consistent.  She
wasn't trying to scam me.
	"Well, Julie, you're getting warmed up, and you have a new friend. 
That's a start.  If you want, you can stay here tonight on my sofa-bed, here. 
In the morning, you can get a fresh look at your situation, and grab your new
life by the horns."
	She smiled, and I almost missed her reply, because the smile seared my
brain.
	"Thank you Bruce.  I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't
of come along."
	"Well, if you were smart, you would have gone back to the shelter."
	"Yeah, I suppose."
	I got up, and motioned to her to do the same.
	"Why don't we get your bed made up, you must be tired from your long
day."
	"Okay"
	She helped me open it up, then we put the sheets and blanket on the
bed.
	"The bathroom is right over there.  My bedroom is over here.  You see
the kitchen there.  That's the grand tour."  I smiled at her, and delightfully,
she returned it.
	"Um, I'll just use the washroom, then.... could I, um...."
	She had a questioning, but pensive look, and seemed reluctant to
finish the sentence.
	"Let me guess.  I'll bet that right now you could really use a HOT
bath, right?"
	Relieved, "yeah".
	"Go right ahead, I'll just get you a towel.  The linen closet is in my
bedroom."  I fetched the biggest, fluffiest towel I had in the closet, and
presented it to her.
	"I'll just watch TV for awhile.  Let me know if you need anything."
	"Thank-you"  Another smile, this one a bit shyly.  Then she closed the
door of the bathroom, taking her duffle bag with her.
	I turned on my TV, then settled in my easy chair.  After a bit, I
heard the toilet flush, and the tub start to fill.  I did my best not to
imagine what she was doing, and ignored the impulse to go and peek.



		Chapter 2:  Warm

	It was warm.  I had raised the thermostat in my apartment to a bit
warmer than I usually keep it.  I thought that Julie would appreciate it,
considering how cold she was before.
	When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a nightgown of some
sort, with a bathrobe over top.  I got up and turned off the TV.
	"You must be tired, so I'll just go to my room."
	"Yeah, I almost fell asleep in the tub."
	"I can understand that.  Well, goodnight Julie."
	"Goodnight Bruce, and thank-you again."
	"No problem, Julie"
	I started to close my bedroom door when,
	"Um, Bruce..."
	"Yes?"
	"Um.... how old are you?"
	"I just turned 28 last month, why?"
	"Just curious, goodnight"
	"Goodnight"

	The next morning was Saturday, so I didn't have to get up early.  It
was a good thing, too, because I had trouble getting to sleep that night.  A
beautiful 18 year-old woman was sleeping in my sofa-bed in the next room, and
all sorts of fantasies kept creeping into my mind, despite my best efforts to
keep them out.  I really wanted to help Julie, not scare her off by coming on
to her.
	I finally roused myself around 10 am (I normally get up for work at 5
am), and almost forgot that she was out there.  My bedroom door reminded me,
as I usually do not close it.  I put on a robe to go to the washroom and take
a shower.
	I didn't hear anything from the other room, so I opened my door
quietly, and saw that she was still sleeping.  I guess her day yesterday took
more out of her than I thought.  I couldn't help standing there and admiring
the sleeping beauty in my living room.  Her face looked so innocent,
especially with her hair sleep-mussed as it was.
	When I finished my shower, I found Julie awake, and already putting
the bed back into the sofa.  She was dressed in her nightgown and robe again,
and was having difficulty with the sofa-bed.
	"Could you give me a hand?  I can't seem to get it quite right."
	I gathered my robe a little more tightly around me, and helped her put
the bed back.
	"So how are you feeling today, Julie?"
	"Much better, thanks.  Um, maybe I can make breakfast for you, as
partial payment for letting me stay here last night?"
	"Sure, if you like.  I'll get dressed."
	"Same here.  I can cook a good omlette, do you have lots of eggs?"
	From behind my bedroom door,
	"I think I have some, but probably not very many.  I've got a few
other things we can add to fill it out for two"
	Not unexpectedly, I managed to be finished dressing before she did, so
had to wait until she gave the all clear before leaving my bedroom.  Women.
	Cooking breakfast turned out to be a cozy joint venture, even though
she had wanted to do it all herself.  Since I get the paper delivered, we went
over the classified ads together after breakfast.  We found several job ads
she could respond to, though since neither one of us has a car, that limited
her choices.  She wanted to stay away from telemarketing, so we picked out
five job ads for sales clerk positions that I thought she could get to by bus
during the day.
	Then she surprised me.
	"What do I do if they want a resume, though?"
	"You mean, you don't have one made up?"
	"No"
	So we spent the next hour on my computer, knocking off a resume for
her.  I used my resume as an example and we just replaced the contents with
her information.
	With several copies of her new resume, a few dollars for bus fare, and
a promise of a place to stay that night, Julie went off to face the city.
	She left her duffle bag behind, so I was fairly certain I would see
her again.  I was pessimistic that she would be able to find a job very
quickly, because she had no experience.  She did have her good looks, though,
and for the positions she was applying for, that was a big plus.

	A little after 5 pm, a rapid beeping of my intercom roused me from my
book.  It was Julie, she was back, and she was excited.  She burst through my
apartment door, mouth moving faster than I could follow.  Evidently, she got a
job.  She was to start Monday.
	After congratulating her, I realized the time had come to talk about
her immediate future.
	"I'm going to be making $7 an hour!  Wow!  Isn't that great?"
	"Um, Julie, that is just a bit better than minimum wage."
	"Oh.  It should be enough for me to live on, right?"
	"It should, as long as you are careful with your spending.  Like
buying only what you need, not what you want."
	"Oh."  She looked a little like a balloon whose air had been partially
let go.
	"It will probably take you a few weeks to make enough to get your own
apartment."
	"I never thought about that."  The balloon deflated a bit more.
	"There are places you could stay for cheap, for awhile, while you save,
though."
	"Hmm."  She got a thoughtful look about her, though I thought that it
was not exactly genuine.  She then smiled at me, and said, "Ummm, Bruce."
	I thought about what would be coming next, and tried not to let on
that I was eager to let her stay with me.
	"Ummm, Bruce.  Would it be all right if I stay here until I 'get my
feet on the ground'?"  She continued to give me that heart wrenching smile
that was threatening to cause my brain to shut down, and let my heart and
genitals take over.
	There was no doubt about it, she was asking what I was hoping she
would ask, and she was trying (successfully), to win me over with her feminine
wiles.  Her body language suggested a shy forwardness and sexiness that I
found interesting.  Her medium to large breasts were being presented as if on
display, their nipples pointed right at me.  I marvelled that they were so
visible beneath her blouse and bra.
	I wrenched my mind back to the question,
	"Sure, I wouldn't mind a bit.  I would love the company for awhile."
	She gave a cute girlish squeal, and actually jumped forward to hug me.
	"Oh, thankyou thankyou thankyou, ThankYOU!"
	My mind was starting to blank out for a bit, as her body was pressed
up against mine.  The firm swell of her breasts against my chest was taking my
breath away.  My cock was starting to make its presence felt, so I was lucky
that she released me when she did.

	We were watching TV that evening after supper, (well, at least she was,
I was half watching her), when at a commercial break, she surprised me with a
question:
	"How come you don't have a girlfriend, Bruce?"
	"What makes you think I don't?"
	"Well", she said in a mock exasperation, "if you did, I doubt you
would have let me stay."
	"Your right.  Well, I'm a bit shy.  I'm not good at talking to women I
like romantically.  How come you don't have a boyfriend?"
	"What makes you think I don't"
	"Well", I copy her previous mock exasperation, "if you did, you would
have asked him for help, and not ended up out in the cold."
	"Touche."
	We went back to watching TV, but at the next commercial break,
	"Do you think I'm pretty?"
	Oh, oh.  How do I answer that without my shyness threatening to
interrupt?
	"Uh... Yeah, I think your very pretty."
	"Thank-you.  I think you're good-looking to."  She beamed at me, and I
thought I was going to sink through my chair.

	The rest of the evening was uneventful, though I did notice that when
she changed into her nightclothes later while I was setting up her bed, she
had left her bathrobe behind, wore only her nightgown.  It was full-body, but
did nothing to hide the fullness of her breasts.  Her hips did a neat little
wobble as she walked also.
	I retired to my bedroom, and masturbated, thinking about her in the
next room.


		Chapter 3:  Hot

	It was hot.  I woke up Sunday morning, and the apartment was quite
warm.  Not so hot that a person would be sweating all the time, but warm
enough to shed the heavy blankets and clothes.
	I didn't turn the heat up, so Julie must have sometime during the
night.
	I came out of my room, wearing my robe, and stopped dead in my tracks
at the sight of Julie.  She was still sleeping, but she had thrown back the
covers, and she was not wearing the full-length nightgown anymore.  She had on
only a white bra and white panties.
	I couldn't help but to stand there for awhile, admiring her beautiful
body.  The morning sunlight was highlighting her light red-brown hair, and her
skin almost seemed to glow in the light.
	After awhile, I finally went into the bathroom for my shower.  And
when I came out, Julie was again up, and struggling with the sofa-bed.  She
had neglected to put anything else on, though.  It took all my control not to
get a hard-on, seeing her struggle with that sofa-bed while only wearing bra
and panties.
	"Could you give me a hand again, please?"
	I had to say something about her attire.
	"Um, maybe you should put on something else first?"
	"Oh, I hope you don't mind.  It's comfortable like this, with fewer
clothes.  I don't have much to wear anyway."  She didn't look at me, but
continued to struggle with the bed, as if to get back to the subject of the
sofa-bed.
	"Um, okayyy.  I guess it's OK."
	I went over and helped her put the bed away again.  She plopped down
on the sofa, making her bra clad breasts bounce wonderfully.  I managed to
keep from having a hard-on, though.
	I excused myself to get dressed, and thought about how quickly she was
moving.  It seemed that at the rate she was going, she planned to have sex
with me by the end of the day.  Or was I seeing more into it than was there? 
Maybe she grew up in a family of nudists, really did feel more comfortable
with fewer clothes, and does not intend to get my motor running?
	I figured I would play it safe and wear only a tee-shirt and swimming
trunk-type shorts.  That way I was decent, but could doff them quickly if
needed.  I was almost shaking while dressing.  I had had sex before, but I had
never had a girl so brazenly tease me like this before.  Then there were the
doubt that that was what she was doing.
	Neither one of us had to go anywhere, and the cold weather easily
dissuades a person from leaving their home on a Sunday.  It looked like I had
an interesting day in front of me.

	I left my room to find her still scantily dressed, but making us
brunch.  I eagerly ate what she made, figuring I would need the energy later.
	When finished brunch, we cleaned up our dishes together, and she
managed to brush up against me several times, twice with a breast.
	Before I was ready for it, she took the next step in her plan of
seduction.  She 'accidently' spilled some juice on her breasts, thus also her
bra.  She claimed that the bra must be soaked right away to get the stain out.
She then faced me, reached behind her back, and took off her bra.
	Her breasts were perfectly shaped.  Her areola were not large, and her
nipples were hard.  There was juice still on her beautiful mounds, so she
grabbed the dishtowel from my hands, and used it to wipe up the juice.
	As expected, my eyes were glued to her shapely breasts, so she gave a
bit of a bounce to them, before turning to take her bra into the bathroom to
soak in the sink.
	I recovered enough from my shock and admiration to finish cleaning up,
and then went into the living room to find Julie already sitting on the sofa,
still bare-breasted.  She bounced up,
	"So, what do you think of them?"
	All I could say was, "Beautiful".
	"Want a closer look?", as she stepped up to about a foot away from me.
	She looked at me expectedly.  I decided to take it slow.
	"Hmmm, really nice."
	I went over to the sofa, and sat down.  She looked into my eyes as she
knelt down on the floor in front of me.
	"Would you like me to suck your cock, Bruce?"
	Wow!  I had a hard time believing my ears.  "Only if you want to,
Julie...."
	"I want to, believe me, I want to.  I've wanted to since yesterday."
	She scurried forward, and reached up to grab ahold of my shorts.  I
lifted my butt off the sofa, so she could pull them down.  She took them off
completely, and tossed them behind her as she positioned herself between my
knees.  Needless to say, I was already getting hard.
	"Hmm," she said, while holding my semi-hard cock in one hand, "you're
bigger than I've seen."
	I reached up and took off my tee-shirt.
	She held my cock in one hand, and ran her soft fingers of her other
hand over my cock-head, then down the shaft, and to my scrotum.  She pulled
down the foreskin, and lightly touched the naked glands.  She then leaned over
and started to lick my shaft, and cock-head.  She licked it like she was
licking an icecream cone.  Then she suddenly took as much of my cock in her
mouth as she could.  I could feel the back of her throat a bit on the tip of
my cock.  She started to gag a bit, so did not go as far down my shaft on the
next stroke.  She quickly bobbed her head up and down my cock for a few
strokes, then slowed down, and applied some suction.  She went back and forth
between this slow sucking, fast head, and swirling her tongue around my cock-
head underneath my foreskin.
	She kept up this activity for about 15 minutes, seeming to enjoy it as
completely as I was.  I was reaching my peak so let her know that I would be
cumming soon if she didn't stop.
	She stopped briefly to say,
	"I want you to cum."
	She bobbed her head on my cock quickly a couple of times, then quickly
started to jack me off with her hand while saying,
	"I want you to cum in my mouth".
	She went back to her frantic cock-sucking, anticipating my load. 
Before long, I announced,
	"I'm gonna cum!"
	To which she only increased her efforts.
	I started to feel the cum swell, and then exploded in her mouth.  The
pleasure was incredible, and I was surprised at the amount of cum it felt like
I was shooting in Julie's mouth.  She looked me in the eyes the best she could
while she continued sucking.  She didn't allow any of it to drip out, though,
and I could see her throat working to swallow it.  What made it even better,
was that she didn't stop her head bobbing, licking and sucking.  She continued
to suck the whole time I was cumming in her mouth, and for a little while
after I was done, too.  It felt great.
	When she finally stopped, she looked up at me and smiled that heart
wrenching smile.  She reached over to the side to a glass of water I hadn't
noticed was there, took a swig, and gargled.
	"Ahhhh, good to the last drop," she said, and joined me in laughing.
	She got up and straddled my legs, and sat down.  I reached up and
pulled her head down so I could kiss her.  It was a wonderful kiss, tender,
yet for her part, urgent.  She wanted to cum.
	While we held each other close, I said,
	"Would you like me to return the favour?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"I mean, would you like me to lick you?"
	"No-one's ever done that to me before....  aren't we going to fuck?"
	"There's a first time for everything, isn't there?  No we aren't going
to fuck.  We're going to make love, but first I want to lick you, which is
part of making love."
	"OK"
	"Let's go onto my bed, we'll be more comfortable there."
	"OK," she got a shine in her eyes, "will you carry me to your bed?"
	"You bet," and I picked her up in my arms, and carried her to my room,
and gently laid her on my bed.
	Once she was comfortable, I laid beside her, and draped one leg over
her lower body.  We kissed for a bit, before I started licking and kissing my
way down her body.  Her beautiful breasts and hard nipples held my attention
and sucking for quite awhile, long enough for her to prompt me to keep going,
by trying to wriggle out of her panties.
	I took her hands from her hips, and placed them on her breasts, which
I was now vacating.  I nibbled, kissed, and licked down one thigh and up the
other.  Finally, I pulled off her now soaked panties, and threw them aside. 
She eagerly parted her legs to allow me access to her love tunnel.
	She didn't have much hair around her pussy lips, but had a thick patch
above and out of the way.  I ran the fingers of my right hand over her pussy
lips, pressing only lightly, then swirled my forfinger around her obvious
clitoris.  At the first touch on her clit, she had a sharp intake of breath. 
I decided she had waited long enough, and lowered my mouth to take a lick at
her clit.  Her breathing became heavy and more rapid, and let out the odd
squeak or soft moan.
	I licked the entire length of her pussy lips a few times, then when
back to her clit, and attacked it with a vengence.  I licked it quickly, and
she started to buck her hips already, though not quite to the point of
throwing me off.  As I slowed down my licking a bit, I swirled my forefinger
in her pussy juices, and pushed it gently into her cunt.
	The combination of my licking her clit, and the finger in her cunt
pushed her over the edge to her first orgasm of the day.  Almost all the
muscles in her body tensed up, and she whined back in her throat.  Then she
started vocalizing louder with "Ahhhhhh.......Ahhhhhh.....oooooooahhhhhhhhh".
	I speeded up my licking and started to pump my finger in her as she
was cumming.  I only started to slow down when I knew that the first orgasm
was finished.  But after only about 10 seconds, I speeded up suddenly again,
and soon she was having another orgasm.  I brought her to two more orgasms
again before slowing down and stopping.  I kept my hand slowly rubbing her
pussy though, so the feeling wouldn't go completely away.
	When she was finally able to talk again, she said,
	"Oh, Bruce, that was wonderful.  It was so tiring, though."
	"That's alright, let's just lie here for a bit," then kissed her.  I
forgot about her pussy juices in and around my mouth, but she either liked it,
or didn't mind.  We layed there kissing lightly and touching each other all
over.  When her hand found my rock-hard cock, she exclaimed,
	"Bruce, your cock is kinda thick.  I hope I'm not too small for you. 
I want you inside me.  Don't worry about birth control, I've been taking the
pill for a month now."
	I was ready and raring to go, but I didn't want to hurt her.  Her
vagina did seem a bit small.
	"Why don't you get on top, so you can control how it goes at first?"
	"Um, Ok."
	We had fun rubbing our bodies against each other to get into position.
She made sure her breasts rubbed my face.
	Once she was kneeling over my cock, I reached down and lifted it up
and rubbed it back and forth over her wet pussy lips.  She gave a groan, then
reached down with one hand to hold my cock into position.  She held my cock-
head at the entrance to her pussy for a bit, relaxing herself, then slowly
started to lower herself down on it.  Her tight pussy clamped down on my cock-
head, and she started to push down harder to get more of me inside her.
	It felt incredible to me, but I started to worry that it may be
causing her pain.  I couldn't know really, so I left it up to her.
	She started to wriggle a bit, to try to get more inside her, then
decided to start stroking by moving up and down on my thick pole.  Slowly but
surely, each time the downstroke would be farther, until she had the whole of
my thick cock inside her.  Once I was in all the way, she stopped stroking,
and just sat there with me inside her.  We savoured the feeling for a bit,
then she started stroking with a purpose.  She went down onto her hands and
knees over my body, and started moving up and down it, to get my cock stroking
in and out of her tight pussy.
	Before I realized that it was happening, she was cumming again.  Her
pussy spasmed around my cock, making her even tighter.  She collapsed on top
of me with my cock still inside her, so I rolled us over so I could be on top.
I took the pillow that wasn't being used and put it under her butt, so the
angle of penetration would be easier for us.  Then I started to stroke into
her slowly.
	Her legs immediately wrapped themselves around my back, helping me to
push into her.  I slowly increased my speed pumping into her.  I felt like I
could do it forever, and I wanted to.  After 5 minutes, though, Julie was
cumming again, this time screaming out my name and, "Don't stop!", "YAAAAAA!",
"Ugnnnnnnn".  I didn't want to cum yet, though, so when she started to come
off her peak, I slowed down to prolong the pleasure.
	"Did you cum?", she asked when recovered enough.
	"Not yet, Julie."
	"Then fuck me harder.  I want you to cum inside me."
	This prompted me to new levels of exertion.  I started to thrust
faster into her tight, sopping pussy.  She said,
	"Deeper, Bruce, deeper".
	I moved up her body a bit, lifting her ass off the pillow, so the
angle of penetration was almost vertical.  Then I started to thrust in longer
strokes.  Almost all the way out, then in all the way so our pelvises pounded.
I kept myself on the peak of orgasm for quite awhile, maybe 5 minutes, while
Julie had at least 3 more back-to-back orgasms.  I decided I was going to get
too tired to enjoy my orgasm if I kept it up much longer, so with Julie's next
orgasm, I let myself go over the top.
	I continued to pound into Julie as I was cumming.  I seemed to cum
forever, filling her up with my sperm.  I slowed down as we both came down
from our climaxes, feeling the aftermath of our pleasure.
	I didn't seem to be loosing my erection, though.  Julie noticed this,
so said,
	"Keep going, Bruce, it's great.  I want to fuck you forever."
	I was tired from doing in the same position for such a long time, so I
said,
	"Turn over.  I'll do you from behind, OK?"
	Her only reply was to quickly flip over, and present her pretty bottom
to me.  She reached underneath herself to finger her clit a bit, then spread
her pussy lips as an invitation to push my cock into her again.
	This time, once I set up the rythm, I started to pull and push her
back and forth on my cock, and soon I was kneeling still, while she did all
the work.  She was frantic, wanting to cum again.  Soon she had her wish, and
was bucking like a bronco on my cock.  After a second such orgasm for her, I
wanted to cum again, so started thrusting into her hard again.  It took me
longer to cum this time, and by the time I did, Julie was just finishing yet
another orgasm.
	When I was finished, I collapsed beside her, then pulled her half over
my body so we could kiss, and hold each other.  The softness of her sweaty
body was wonderful against mine.  Her breast a soft pillow against my chest.
	We had had our fill for the moment, so we gave up to our exaustion,
and slept.

:: 
::     Windrider (a.k.a. Bruce A. Johnson) in Edmonton, Alberta
::                       windridr@datanet.ab.ca
::      Homepage at: http://www.datanet.ab.ca/users/windridr

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