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Billy stared at Jeannine. "The beginning?" he said. "Holy shit,
Jeannine. You really knocked me out! It's gonna take me a while to get it up
again."
Jeannine smiled. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Billy. But I always
keep my promises. We've got a long way to go. And I'll bet it won't take you so
long as you think."
She stood up. "Watch me, Billy," she said. "I'm going to take my clothes
off now."
Billy watched.
Jeannine crossed her arms and grasped the hem of her snugly fitting
white sweater. "I'm not wearing a brassiere, you know," she said. "You probably
realized that when you felt my breasts. There's nothing under this sweater but
me. Are you ready?"
Billy nodded.
With a slow, deliberate movement she pulled the sweater up and over her
head. Her magnificent naked breasts swayed and bobbed as she pulled it off,
shaking her head to free her blonde hair. She threw the sweater on a chair and
smiled at him again. "Well?" she said. "Are they as good as you remember?"
"Better," Billy said hoarsely.
"Want to see the rest of me?"
"You know I do!"
"Okay." She undid a catch at the waistband of her skirt and let it fall.
She wore only a brief pair of panties. She picked the skirt up and put it with
the sweater. She took a step closer to Billy as she brought her hands to that
final garment. She rolled it down over her hips, then bent, breasts swinging
provocatively, to pull it off her long, lovely legs. She tossed it aside and
straightened up to face him naked. Then she turned slowly around in a full
circle, so he could see her nude body from every angle.
"God!" Billy breathed.
"It's all for you, Billy--tonight." She came and sat beside him on the
bed. "Now let's get YOUR clothes off." Her hands went to his shirt buttons.
She undressed him lovingly, taking her time. Billy arched up or rolled
over when necessary to allow her to remove a garment, but she did it all, giving
him little pats and caresses as she took off his shirt, shoes, socks, trousers
and shorts. When he was as naked as she, she glanced down at his cock, which had
long since begun a return to life, and was now pointing upwards toward his
belly. Jeannine petted it gently, and it hardened further under her hand.
"See?" she said. "I told you it wouldn't take too long." She knelt up on
the bed near his feet and bent to plant a brief kiss on the revived phallus.
Then her mouth moved up to kiss his navel. He gasped as her tongue licked
swiftly into the little depression.
Her lips slid over his stomach, moving in a slow, erratic course from
side to side in their upward journey. Her tongue left a moist trail on his
flesh. Billy's breath began to come faster.
The soft, caressing mouth moved higher. It lingered over each of his
nipples, sucking gently, her tongue circling the tiny buttons which hardened
under her skillful care. It traveled up over his chest to kiss the hollow of his
throat. With a moan, Billy brought his hands up almost fearfully to touch the
smooth, enticing flesh of her body.
"Yes," Jeannine whispered. "Hold me." She was crouching above him, and
now she brought her body down gently to lie full-length on top of him. Her
breasts were pressed into his chest, her smooth legs entangled with his, her
pubic hair brushing his crotch while his hard cock pulsated against her stomach.
"Oh Jesus!" Billy husked, and put his arms around her.
She smiled down at him. "Hello, Billy," she said softly. And then she
lowered her mouth to his.
Her lips were soft and demanding at the same time. She kissed him as
he'd never been kissed before, kissed him long and deeply, her head turning
slowly as she ground her mouth on his; her tongue dipping into his mouth and
probing, exploring, rubbing against his own tongue; her body moving subtly, just
enough to make him aware of her breasts rolling slightly on his chest, her loins
teasing the base of his cock. Billy moaned against her mouth, his arms
tightening around her. He struggled against the feeling that he might come again
any moment, just explode onto her stomach and his own. And still he did not want
her to stop. He wanted her to kiós him forever.
At last she pulled her tongue out of his mouth and raised her head.
"Well, Billy," she said, with a mischievous little roll of her hips which made
her stomach shift against his straining cock. "I think you're ready now. Don't
you?"
Breathlessly, he nodded agreement.
She reached down for him. "I'm going to put you inside me now," she
said.
"Wait..." he panted. "I...I want to be on top of you."
"All right," Jeannine said. "Any way you want it, Billy."
Together they rolled over so that their positions were reversed.
Jeannine spread her legs. She reached down between their bodies to guide his
cock to the sweet harbor of her cunt.
Billy groaned with joy as he slid into her welcoming pussy. Though it
felt snug, even tight, around his cock, it offered no resistance, and in a
moment he was buried to the hilt inside the beautiful, incredibly sexy girl
beneath him.
Jeannine put her arms around his neck. Her legs came up to clasp
themselves around his body.
"I'm all yours, Billy," she whispered. "Fuck the hell out of me."
