Driving Heidi Home - Sex Stories

Driving Heidi Home

... dreamy half smile on her face as we entered the bedroom. I pulled the white comforter back with one hand as I gently laid my delectable burden down among the pillows. I climbed in beside her and, believe it or not, kissed her fully on the lips for the first time. She responded eagerly, rousing herself from her post-orgasmic bliss, poking her little tongue back at mine. Again, her arms slipped around my neck. It was incredible how erotic it felt to be kissing this young girl, despite the more obviously sexual activities we'd already engaged in. Hell, I'd eaten her hairless cunt before I'd ever really kissed her small, pouty mouth. Nevermind, we were making up for lost time now! Her lips were soft, and yielding, and her big green eyes stared up into mine in what still looked like wide-eyed innocence. She'd close them whenever my tongue drove deep into her mouth, when she'd let out a sound that was more like a purr than anything else. I myself growled deep in my throat from the lust, as I lifted myself over her tiny form. We never broke our oral contact as I worked my knees between hers, as I spread her tender thighs, as I advanced my now throbbing manhood against the heavenly portal of her sex. Resting on my right elbow, with my left hand I gripped the base of my shaft and began to paint my weeping cockhead up and down her tight little slit. I felt my whole body shaking with the lewd pleasure of this sensation. I could hold back no longer. I pushed my shaft down to the tight, ...

... soaking mouth of her junior high cunt and pressed it in. After a moment's resistance, the plum-shaped head of my raging cock slipped in. She tried to inhale, but she only managed to suck the air out of my covering mouth. With my cock all lined up and wedged into the starting gate, my left hand was now free to slide up to her young tummy and onward to fondle her cupcake tits. Another first! I'd been so concentrated on her pussy until now that I had ignored her sweet little titties beyond the most incidental contact. They were tiny but perky--probably not even "A-cups", but they were capped with beautiful, gumdrop nipples that swelled with her excitement. I pinched one of them gently as I carefully "walked" my penis up into her virgin channel, slowly sliding my knees forward as my hips moved very slightly side-to-side, and forward, side-to-side, and forward, millimeter by millimeter. I got about another inch in past my glans when I encountered resistance. My previous attentions had already taught me that she was free of any true hymen, and at this depth I would already have torn that. But a virginal sheath, never stretched by more than a finger (or two), can still attempt to defend itself. Attempt. This was it. One last thrust would finalize my conquest, quench the fire that had been burning since that day several weeks before when I had first noticed her new breasts, her slim but girlish hips, her cute, inviting ass. I had crept up enough now that my weight was resting on my ...