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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Brad discovers girls" ---------------------- Five minutes later, Brad was still trying to figure out what the hell "completing the square" was when there was a knock at the front door. "Shit," the boy muttered, and hopped down the stairs two at a time to answer. When he opened the door and saw who was there, he was suddenly reminded that *he* hadn't yet showered. "Hello, Bradley," said Ashley, standing there looking very beautiful wearing a short purple summer dress and shiny black shoes. She carried her bookbag gracefully in her right hand. "Figured I'd drop over and see if you wanted to..." Ashley paused, smiled and cleared her throat. "*Study*," she finished pointedly. "Sure," Brad stammered. "I mean, come on in." His girlfriend entered slowly, the dress billowing up and around her body as she walked by, and Brad was struck yet again at how beautiful she was--dark brown hair, catlike blue-green eyes, sizable breasts for her age (Brad took every opportunity he could to take them in). Her legs were long, womanly, not knock-kneed like a lot of the girls at school. When she smiled at him her pouty lips became almost too sexy to bear. "Are we alone?" she asked quietly. She looked nowhere but at him. "Randy's in the shower," Brad whispered. The words came out in one breath. Ashley pursed her lips in disappointment--it was even sexier than the smile. "Would he mind if we used his room for...oh, say half an hour?" Brad's heart seemed to stop. "You mean..." "You know what I mean, Bradley." The look she gave him right then said it more than the words did. Oh, Jesus, Brad thought excitedly. "Randy won't mind at all," he said aloud, although it came out as a little peep. "Uh...come on." He took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom, where he and Randy had been not ten minutes ago. When they entered, it was she who shut and locked the door behind them. "Well, here we are," she said softly. "Yeah," he wheezed back. Brad could barely speak, let alone breathe. "Here we are." She sniffed the air for a second. "Smells like you've been sweating a bit." She eyed him. "Smells like you've been playing soccer." "Yeah. Earlier today." God, what a *doofus* you are, Taylor! Ashley exhaled and clasped her hands in front of her. "I love watching you play...the way your body moves, Bradley." She stared at him seductively, gave him another of those grins. And Brad felt the familiar stirring of his cock, growing to life. "The way your hips move when you run..." Ashley was continuing, dropping her voice to a whisper. "It makes me so hot, Bradley. So *wet*. Do you understand?" "Yes," Brad answered. The room seemed to have gotten about twenty degrees warmer. Suddenly Ashley was walking over to him, and now their faces were just inches apart. Her eyes bored into his, as though trying to figure out who was going to make the first move...and then it was she who leaned in to kiss him, just a peck on his lips at first, and then her mouth was suddenly folded wide across his, and Brad's eyes closed and his tongue slipped into her mouth seconds before she gasped desperately and did the same. Her arms went around him, fingernails scratching their way up his back beneath his soccer jersey. Her mouth became frantic on his, gasping and sucking and licking all around his lips, and Brad did his best to keep up. He put his hands hesitantly on her back, rubbing up and down...the way she'd always told him she liked it. She broke the kiss, nuzzling her lips into his neck and his bare shoulder through the collar of his shirt. "When I get home from watching you play," she was whispering, hands at the same time moving quickly to the base of his shirt, lifting it up his body, "it's all I can do to keep my hands off myself until I'm alone...in my room..." Brad could only sigh, a fluttery whisper that he barely heard. "And then..." she continued, pulling his jersey off and throwing it hard onto the floor, "I have to slip one, two, sometimes three fingers up into myself, Bradley, finger myself...imagining that's your cock in there..." "Oh God," Brad could only pant, as her lips kissed his nipples and her hands pushed roughly at his shorts. Some part of his mind was grateful he was till barefoot, but most of it was focused on the fact that he now stood naked, swollen cock sticking out straight from his honey-colored patch of pubic hair, kissing Ashley as best he could as her lips roamed all across his body. Cool fingers wrapped snugly around the mid-section of his penis and began flogging him at first gently, then hard. Roughly. She began centering on the tip and Brad groaned, pulled her to him. His hands went to her breasts, cupping them through the annoying material of her dress, but Ashley gasped, pulled his hands away, making Brad think he'd moved too fast...but then she placed them on her legs, one hand on each, and guided them upward, far enough up her dress to make Brad catch his breath at the realization that she was wearing no panties. His fingers explored newfound territory-- the swell of her buttocks, the firmness of her bare hips, while his cock throbbed between her stroking fingers. He moved hesitantly around to the front, not wanting to risk her protest, but her moan of pleasure when he drifted through her pubic hair was all he needed. Plunging downward, he felt the silky lips, the moist hole down beneath and in between...and Ashley's free hand gripped him savagely around the back of his head and pulled him in for a frantic French kiss. "Oh...oh, Bradley, that's it...yeah..." Ashley was panting through gritted teeth, head bent back as she flogged him even more viciously, Brad just trying to keep from going over the edge as she got a vice clamp grip on the tip of his cock, pulling and stroking. "Get in there...oh, yes get your fingers *in* me..." She spread her legs and Brad felt the hole magically open, felt his own face about to catch fire. He got two, three fingers up in there to the second knuckle and just about lost it when he felt the slick, moist heat around them, groaned involuntarily at the thought of what his cock would feel like in there.... He thrust back and forth with his fingers and Ashley began moaning, almost *screaming*, and her hips bucked and convulsed in a sexy, dance-like rhythm. Brad gasped and finger-fucked her for about ten more seconds, not even kissing her, just staring in amazement at this display. Her original moisture had been nothing compared to the way she dripped wet around his fingers now. He couldn't wait any longer. Roughly he pushed her over toward the bed, and she sat down with a pleasurable grunt. His hands yanked at the straps securing the dress on her shoulders, and the top part flopped down easily, revealing her considerable breasts, the pale aureoles, the erect purple-red nipples that stood plumply out from her body. She stood briefly to let the rest of her dress fall away, and when she moved back to lie naked on the bed, Brad could only stare at her small patch of fine pubic hair, a darker brown than the hair on her head, and at the way the slit between her legs seemed to open at one point, exposing the secret place within. Her ass curved beautifully, separating hips and legs. She said his name once, very softly: "Bradley..." He joined her immediately, pushing himself awkwardly on top of her and becoming almost dizzy at feeling her move her legs and pelvis skillfully beneath his, accommodating him, until suddenly his crotch was cupped perfectly into hers and Brad felt the warmth, the heat of her against the sensitive skin of his cock and he exhaled audibly, desperately. His moist lips met her own once again, eyes closing and tongues circling frantically as Ashley's hands slipped down his back to grasp his smooth ass, the girl gasping as their kiss became more urgent, faster, harder. He felt her crotch shifting...then rolling beneath his--Brad felt the mind- boggling sensation of having her wet pussy lips teasing the length of his cock, smoothly, silkily, up and back, until he couldn't stand it anymore and he shifted himself around on her, Ashley understanding and reaching down to gently point him outward and downward, helping him to find the right angle, and then Ashley thrust her hips upward at the same time she guided Brad downward...the boy suddenly feeling the maddening sensation of having just the head of his cock inside her, the smooth liquid heat beckoning him in further. He grunted loudly, spread his legs, and drove *in*. Ashley cried out as Brad penetrated her to the hilt, grabbing him hard around the lower back and ass and Brad, who felt like his head was about to explode, began moving to some rhythm he heard only in the dim recesses of his mind. "Oh Ashley," he heard himself say, and his voice was huskier and deeper than he'd ever heard it before. "Oh my God..." Her snatch was a pool of fire that had enveloped him, spreading pleasure outward from this center between their two bodies, and he was dimly aware as he moved, she had begun to thrust with him, shallow motions of her hips that seemed to make her hole come alive around him, caressing him, holding him sometimes tight and sometimes loose. When he was in to the hilt, it was like he wanted to hold himself there forever, lose himself. "Bradley..." the girl moaned, and her voice was desperate, vulnerable...nothing like the girl who'd smiled at him earlier. "Fuck me, Bradley..." Brad grunted and pounded at her harder, centering most of his motion in his hips and causing the bed to start squeaking and clacking as they moved. "Oh..." Ashley howled, seething as she threw her head back and slapped the palms of her hands against the boy's ass as it pumped up and down. "Oh...fuck me...fuck *harder*...make me cum, Bradley..." "Yeah," Brad grunted, letting the tight friction of her hole bring him up fast but at the same time desperately trying to hold off as long as he could. He hugged her to him, her breasts pressing maddeningly against his chest. When they kissed there was a hunger to it that Brad had never known with her before. "God, yes," Ashley moaned. "Oh...oh, Bradley...I'm...I'm..." She sucked in a quick breath and dug into the flesh of his upper thighs and ass with her fingernails, Brad barely noticing, as he thrust in and out shallowly, bringing only the mid-section of his erection in and out of her. He paused once, about two minutes after beginning, to try to let his growing excitement fade so that he could draw it out, and she gazed up from the pillows into his sweaty face and wide eyes and kissed him hungrily. "No!" she said, pulling him downward to her once again. "Don't stop now...God..." "O...Okay," Brad wheezed back, starting to move once again, thrusting daintily within her, not daring to exaggerate his motions beyond dragging just the very root of his cock in and out of her for fear of blowing his wad right then. His ass pumped up and down above her, keeping his motions very steady. Her breathing was extremely shallow, her eyes half-closed...when Brad let his hand wander across her breasts he found her nipples had become like little pebbles. He thrust faster, harder...up to two full strokes a second, but staying shallow with his motions, his cock still deep in her. Ashley gnashed her teeth and began moaning softly under her breath, sometimes saying his name, thrusting with him, harder and harder until suddenly her eyes flew open and her lips parted in one long gasp...and Brad barely noticed her expression until suddenly she had pulled him to her while she moaned long and loud, and Brad heard himself holler as the sensation of her pussy seeming to *constrict* on him, tugging on him, was all he needed to finally hit the edge...and he pounded at her blindly, almost forgetting she was even there, until he went past the point of no return, barely feeling her legs slip up and around his, barely hearing the bed start shrieking as though in pain at their savage motions...and then he was finished, spurting with a long, satisfied grunt with his cock buried into the girl all the way to the root, thrusting his hips hard and slow with each new burst, until he was completely spent. And then he just lay there on top of her, catching his breath and letting his heartrate return to normal, loving the feeling of her beneath him and the sticky feeling of remaining inside her as he shrunk. "Mmm," Ashley whispered, after they had calmed down and Brad had rolled away to lay naked at her side. "Bradley..." He leaned over and kissed her slowly and easily. Nothing like before. CONTINUED IN PART 3... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 6