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Cleo - 2
by Charles Dick (frg72001@yahoo.com)

***

Cleo and Dave have an energetic afternoon and he finds 
out a bit more about her. (mf-teens, youths, mast, 
exh)

***

PART 2

When I went upstairs to go to bed, I discovered Cleo 
had left behind evidence of her presence. The bra she 
took off before dinner still lay where she dropped it 
on my bed. I hastily snatched it up and shoved it deep 
into a drawer, out of sight. Then I noticed my 
underpants lying on the floor where I'd left them. I 
sure hoped neither of my parents had glanced into my 
room during the evening. Luckily, we'd turned out the 
lights before we went down stairs.

That was on a Thursday. I didn't see Cleo again until 
Saturday morning, when she came knocking on the door. 
I was home alone, watching TV.

"Hi," she said. "Can I come in?"

"Sure."

She was dressed more casually than Thursday, in a warm 
puffy red jacket over a soft clinging green sweater 
and snug grey wool slacks. I took her jacket and hung 
it in the hall closet as she kicked off her shoes. She 
had on white ankle socks.

"I hope you didn't get in any trouble over Thursday 
night," she said, walking down the hall in front of 
me.

I studied her figure as she walked. Her bum, encased 
in the snug pants, twitched from side to side, and I 
suspected, no, hoped, she had nothing on underneath.

"No," I said.

She sat down on the couch. I sat beside her. "Good," 
she said, putting a hand on my thigh. "I hope we can 
do it some more."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really. I've made myself come half a dozen times 
since then, but it was soooo much better when you did 
it."

Her hand slid up to my crotch.

"Besides," she said, grinning, "I need to get my bra, 
and I'll have to take off my sweater to put it on, and 
I'm sure you'd like to watch."

"Yesss," I sighed. Her hand prompted my cock to swell 
inside my jeans.

"Isn't that sort of painful, when it gets all hard 
like that inside your pants?" she asked. She gave it 
little squeeze.

"A little."

"Then you should take them off."

"Let's go up to my room," I said, my voice suddenly 
hoarse, my mouth was dry.

In my room, she looked around. "Where did you put it?"

"In here," I said, opening the drawer, and rummaging 
around. "Here!"

"Oh, I don't want it right now," she said, taking the 
pink bra from me and draping it over the back of my 
chair.

She stepped up to me and threw her arms around my 
neck. "Before I put it on, I have to take off my 
sweater, remember?" she murmured, dragging her lips 
over my cheek.

"Yeah." With her pressed hard against me, I had to put 
my arms around her to keep my balance. She felt firm 
and warm to my touch. And, curiously, soft as well. 
She crushed her abdomen against mine, grinding herself 
against the bulge of my cock. Her lips caressed mine, 
lightly, then forcefully. She pushed her tongue into 
my mouth.

After a moment she leaned back, her eyes half closed. 
"Remember?" she whispered. "Remember? My sweater?"

"What?" I was too absorbed in the feel of her in my 
arms to realize what she was saying. I could feel how 
firm and yet soft her body felt as I ran my hands up 
and down her back.

"I have to take off my sweater."

"Oh. Right." I let go of her and stepped back.

"Or ... you could take it off for me."

"I could?" Doh!

She held her arms up. "Yes, you could."

I hesitated, then took the hem and tugged it up, over 
her breasts and head and arms. My thumbs grazed her 
nipples as my hands moved up.

"That's better. Now, you take off yours."

I dropped her sweater on the chair and pulled off my 
T-shirt. Grinning, she stepped close to me and undid 
my jeans. Pushing them down, she stood back.

"That'll look so much better when it's let out," she 
said, running a finger over the bulge my cock made 
tenting out my shorts. An electric tingle shot through 
my body. She jerked my underpants down around my 
knees, sending my cock slapping against my belly. She 
knelt in front of me, fondling the now released rod.

"I just love the way it looks," she said, caressing it 
with the tips of her fingers. "It's so hard and smooth 
..."

After a moment, she stood up. "You can take off my 
pants too."

I stepped out of my jrans and underwear and then, 
grasping the elasticized waistband, slowly lowered 
hers. I know I'd seen her pussy a couple of days ago, 
but I was still enthralled as I gradually revealed it, 
inch by inch. As I suspected, she wore no panties. The 
curly dark brown hair rippled in soft waves as the 
cloth descended, until it was fully exposed. I paused 
then, savouring the view. If Cleo was so delightful, I 
couldn't help wondering what Sharon was like now.

Cleo stepped out of the pants, and crushed herself 
against me again. Her naked skin felt soft and warm 
against mine. I caressed her with shaking hands, 
feeling her belly pressing hard against my cock, 
trapped between us. Our lips met again in a hard kiss.

"Ohhhh," she sighed, leaning her head back. Her eyes 
closed and she moved her head from side to side in 
ecstasy as I roamed my hands over her soft warm body. 
I squeezed the firm roundness of her bum.

"This is so wonderful," she murmured. "I always 
wondered what it would be like. I'm so glad you want 
to do it too."

She stepped back a pace and grasped my throbbing cock. 
"I see my cousins' sometimes, but they don't have nice 
fat knobs like you have. Oh! I love it, I love it."

"I thought you said you'd never seen one?"

She shook her head. "I meant I'd never seen one hard 
like yours."

I cupped one of her breasts in my hand. I was still 
shaking nervously, but that cool soft hand stroking me 
gently made me forget everything else.

"Cleo ..." I almost couldn't get the words out. "Cleo 
... I'm ... going to cum, reallllsoon!"

"Oh!" She let go and grabbed up the tissue box, 
pulling several sheets out. She held them in front of 
me, and caressed me some more. My legs started giving 
way as I leant forward. Then I jerked up straight, 
with a savage thrust at her hand, and the sperm gushed 
out. A lot hit the tissue, but a lot also overshot it 
and spattered on her arms and legs and pubic hair, and 
the floor. Spent, I sagged down on the bed.

"My God," I gasped. "That was even more powerful than 
the other day." I flopped back on the quilt, panting.

Cleo knelt beside me, caressing my chest. Sperm 
dribbled down her legs, dangled off her pubic hair. 
The thick greenish white stuff made a sharp contrast 
to the soft curls.

"I should clean you up," I said after a while.

"No, it's okay. I ... expect there'll be more, later. 
I can always have a shower, can't I?"

"S-s-sure," I said, not realizing what she meant by 
"more later."

"Feel better now?" she asked after several minutes had 
passed.

"I think so." My heartbeat had slowed to almost 
normal, and I didn't feel so quivery now.

"Good." She lay down beside me. "Now it's my turn. Do 
what you did the other night."

I could feel her quivering under my fondling hands as 
I knelt beside her. Her nipples were twin rock-hard 
red lumps on her breasts. (Tanned breasts, I noticed.) 
I reached down to the soft pile of hair covering the 
plump mound at her crotch. (Also tanned.) We were both 
quivering now. My fingers traced a shaky course 
through the cum-soaked hair, along the cleft, and into 
her damp crotch. She spread her thighs wide apart.

I followed the line of her pussy as far into her 
crotch as I could reach, only stopping when I reached 
her asshole, then back and forth along it, feeling 
warm oily fluid seeping out. The more I caressed, the 
more her pink inner lips protruded, inviting me in.

I pushed a finger inside the soft pink lips. Exploring 
the wet cave, I again found the hard, hot lump of her 
clit.

Cleo gasped. "Oooh! Yes, yes! Yessss."

I gave it a light caress, and began working on her 
breasts with my other hand. I wanted to take a look at 
her clit before. This time, I spread her lips open and 
stared into her pussy, drinking in the red folds, the 
hard, white-tipped protrusion, the glistening fluid.

"Use your mouth," she whispered. "Remember, like in 
the book."

"Oh, yeah." I suckled her breasts, nipping at her with 
my teeth, sometimes kissing her mouth. Her skin was 
warm and soft, the flesh underneath firm and yielding.

Cleo sighed and shivered. I kissed her breasts again. 
I still wasn't sure I wanted to kiss her pussy.

Cleo started writhing, moving from side to side, up 
and down, breathing in sharp gasps and moans.

"Ohhhh, yes! Don't stop now! Ohhh! OhOhOHOHHH. Yess! 
AHHHHH hhhhh!"

She thumped up and down, faster and faster. Her back 
arched. Then she collapsed back, and up, and down, 
finally lay motionless, my hand trapped between her 
legs, still in her pussy. I could feel it tightening 
as she relaxed into a slow collapse. Warm fluid leaked 
out around my fingers.

After a while, I slipped my hand out of her pussy and 
lay it on her plump mound, winding my fingers through 
her sticky wet pubic hair. I stretched out beside her 
and she snuggled against my shoulder. I was hard 
again, and she reached down to hold my cock.

She giggled. "I can feel your pulse." She placed two 
fingers against the base of the shaft. "Pulse ... 
Pulse ... Pulse. You can see it throbbing."

You could, indeed. And I could feel sperm fighting a 
losing battle to stay inside.

"I'm gonna cum again," I said.

"Oh! Where's the box? Oh, damn!"

Sperm spattered onto her belly, soaking her hair and 
filling her navel, dribbling over her sides onto the 
bed.

"See what I meant about being more later," she laughed 
as I subsided slowly.

"Yeah," I gasped. "But I don't know how I'll explain 
the mess on the bed."

"Oh, we'll mop it up, don't worry about it."

I think we dozed for a while then. When I woke up, she 
was still cuddled against me, warm and soft. I kissed 
her forehead and she stirred.

"Have a nice nap?"

"Uh-huh. Did you?"

She stretched, rubbing her legs against mine. "Yes, I 
did. Now I want to do it some more."

I knelt between her legs and began sliding my hands up 
and down her body. She closed her eyes, turned her 
head to the side. I squeezed her breasts, flicked my 
thumbs over the engorged red nipples. She sighed, 
moved sinuously under my hands. Her abdomen thrust up 
against me.

"My pussy," she whispered. "Do my pussy."

My hands moved down to her still wet mound and began 
massaging it, squeezing it, pushing it from side to 
side. The hood over her clit swelled out, bright red. 
I caressed it with my thumbs as I stroked from side to 
side. And then I got bolder. I leaned down and kissed 
the hood, and all around the sides of the mound. She 
gasped and moaned, her body twitching under me.

"Go in! Like before," she gasped.

I spread her lips apart and slid my fingers inside, 
moving back and forth, touching her clit with feather-
light strokes. She squealed suddenly and her whole 
body convulsed. Her legs rose up and clamped around my 
hips in a vice-like grip and she shook like a dog 
after a swim. Her breath came in hoarse rasps and her 
hands clamped on the bedding. And suddenly, it was all 
over.

She sank down, limp and barely breathing. I continued 
to stroke her pussy, inside and outside, until she 
pushed my hands away.

"Enough. Enough ... for now."

I stretched out beside her and held her in my arms. 
After a while, she kissed me hard on the lips.

"I don't know what I expected," she said, resting her 
head on my shoulder. "But I'm pretty sure this was is 
a lot more intense than anything I could have 
imagined."

"Me too." I know that sounds inane, but I had 
absolutely no idea. I'd looked at pictures and read a 
lot of stuff, but actually doing what we'd been doing 
was so full of sensations ... sight, sound, smell, 
touch ... that writing couldn't possibly match them.

We rested like that for some time, dozing and awaking 
to murmur to each other, and dozing some more.

After a while, she said, "I'm hungry. In fact, I'm 
starving. Why don't we get cleaned up and have 
something to eat?"

"Okay. You want to shower first?"

"Why don't we do it together? Come on!"

That was another wonderful sensation. Watching her 
twist and turn under the streaming warm water, and 
then pressing past her to do my own thing, and trading 
places again, with deliberate caresses had me hard 
again in no time. She grabbed the soap and lathered me 
up, then stroked me off to another huge orgasm. I had 
to get out then and sit down on the toilet seat to 
catch my breath. She got out a few moments later and 
stood in front of me to towel off.

It was the most fascinating thing I'd seen, I think, 
just watching her naked body move around as she 
twisted and turned, rubbing the towel over her back, 
her front, between her legs, and down her legs. I 
think she was deliberately doing it that way, putting 
on a show for me. I can only say, I really appreciated 
it.

When she was done, she hung up the towel. "I'll go 
down and see what there is to eat while you dry off," 
she said. "Hurry up!"

Dry, I went and pulled on my pants and went 
downstairs. There, I got a surprise. She was still 
naked.

"Why'd you get dressed?" she asked, putting a plate of 
sandwiches on the table. "There's nobody here but us."

"I ... don't know. I've never been outside my room or 
the bathroom naked."

"Well, it's time you started. You don't think I go 
around the house dressed all the time, do you?"

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact."

She grinned. "Don't know me very well, do you? We 
don't wear clothes all that much at home, you know."

"What? None of you?"

She sat down and shook her head. "Nope. We're really 
nudists."

"So you know what your mom and dad look like naked."

"Of course.. Don't you know what your parents look 
like?"

"Not a clue. I think they'd kill me if they found out 
what we've been doing."

She grinned. "Mine probably would too. Come on, let's 
eat. Then we can do it some more!"

I'll never forget that afternoon. I don't know how 
many times I shot my load, or how many orgasm Cleo 
had. By late afternoon, when I was expecting the folks 
home, we were snuggled in each other's arms, dozing. 
Something made me wake up and I glanced at the clock. 
I shook her gently.

"Hey, better wake up. Mom and Dad will be home soon," 
I said.

She stretched like a cat, grinning and opening and 
closing her eyes.

"I guess so. But I sure don't feel like it. I'd just 
like to stay like this with you forever."

At that moment, I heard the car drive in. "Me too, but 
there they are. Better get dressed."

We were sitting in my room, Cleo on the computer and 
me on the bed, when they came in. I made a hasty grab 
for the bra that still dangled on the back of the 
chair and stuffed it under my pillow.

"Anybody home," Mom called.

"Just us," I answered. "Me and Cleo."

She came upstairs and glanced into my room. "Been 
behaving yourselves I hope," she said laughing.

"Of course," Cleo said. "But I didn't realize what 
time it is. I guess I better go home."

"Oh, no hurry. Stay for dinner if you want. We brought 
pizzas."

"Ah, okay. But I better let Mum know."

"Yep. You know where the phone is. Be ready in ten 
minutes."

Continued in part 3...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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