“How about that one?” Pam said, as he pulled her along.
“That’s Jeff’s room. He might want to use it.” He opened the next door and they went
in. He quietly closed the door and turned on the light. The room was pretty big, and the
bed was huge.
“Is this his parent’s room?” Pam asked.
“Yeah.”
“Should we be here?” She couldn’t help feeling they would get in big trouble if they did
it in this room.
“Yeah.” He sat her on the bed and sat beside her. Pam tilted her head and kissed him.
Their lips smacked in the peaceful quietness of the huge room, and she began to feel more
at ease. She put her hands on his shoulders and felt the strength in his muscles. He was
comfortably warm.
His hand came up and touched her breast. Pam moaned, kissing him deeper. Her nipples
hardened as his fingers caressed and squeezed, massaging her tenderly. She felt his
fingers undoing the buttons on her blouse. His tongue lit a fire inside her as it probed
her mouth and slithered around on her tongue.
She sat back, leaning on her elbows, and he laid his hand on her bare leg. Pam was glad
Debbie made this skirt so much shorter. She raised her other knee and the hem of the
skirt slipped farhter up her thigh than she intended, but she liked the effect it had on
him when his eyes dropped to her exposed leg. Her thin blouse was all the way open, and
only the flimsy, black bra covered her tits. The silky fabric on the inside of the cups
stimulated her when it rubbed over her nipples.
He slipped his hand up her leg, under her skirt. She sucked in her breath. His hand was
very close to her panties. His finger touched the damp crotch of her panties and his
eyebrows arched.
“Jesus, you’re really wet,” he said.
Pam blushed. He pressed his finger into her crotch and Pam spread her legs wider. It
felt so good.
“Ooohhh,” she moaned. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his finger poking
into her through the soaked panties. She opened her eyes when he put both hands under her
skirt.
“Lift your hips,” he said. He had the straps of the panties in both hands. When Pam
raised her hips a few inches off the bed, he pulled them down her legs, then held up the
edge of her skirt and put his head under it.
“Oh my God,” Pam moaned. He licked her pussy. She spread her thighs wide and humped her
groin up against his face. She moaned softly as his tongue pushed into her cunt. It
tickled. Her hips wiggled and she licked her lips. Powerful sensations flowed through
her body. His hands were squeezing her hips, and the insides of her thighs rubbed against
his ears. The hair on his head tickled her legs, making her giggle and squirm.
Pam felt an orgasm building. The ticklish stuff faded away and she was left with the
tremendous sensations his tongue was producing in her vagina. Her eyes closed and she
moaned. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her breathing was deep, but she hardly
noticed any of it. She only felt his tongue on her clitoris, and the incredible waves of
an orgasm that shook her body again and again.
Gradually, it faded, and she felt him lift his head from between her legs. She opened
her eyes, feeling dazed from such a great orgasm, and gazed up at him. He pulled off her
skirt and Pam lay nude on the warm bed. Her golden hair spilled over the pillow. She
rubbed her soft, lovely thighs together. She could hear the noise of the party
downstairs, but it sounded distant, like a party at a neighbor’s house.
Joey unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Pam smiled. He wore no underwear and his
dick was as beautiful as the rest of his body. She lay back, her arms open for him and
her legs spread as he climbed between her legs. He hovered over her and she felt him
inserting the head of his penis in her cunt. Finally, he lowered himself on top of her
and she felt the shaft of his cock penetrating her tight cunt. Pam wrapped her legs
around him and let him thrust in and out. She grunted and squeezed her eyes shut when his
cock plunged deep, and she gasped when he pulled it out an inch or two to jam it back into
her.
His body looked so beautiful over her. The muscles in his chest and arms were hard and
tight. She could see fibers of his muscles rippling under his skin like ropes under a
thin sheet. She put her hands on his sides and he felt as good as he looked. He was hard
all over. The expression on his face made her think he was in a lot of pain, but he was
grunting and pumping his cock into her, not pulling it back out. She dug her heels into
his ass to help him push it deeper, and she felt something warm flooding her insides.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. He was coming inside her. She felt it pulsing in her womb.
The soothing warmth spread through her belly like the warmth of the vodka, only better.
She was thrilled that she made him come inside her.
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