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couldn’t seem to think of anything else. More than once the head of his cock came dangerously near the entrance of my pussy. Once, I thought I felt just the very tip of it enter me, but Kurt pulled back quickly. Still, I knew he was coating the inside of my pussy with his precum and I was glad I was on the Pill.

    “I love to feel you wrapped around me like this,” he murmured as he glided over me. “Love to feel how hot and wet your pussy gets when we touch.”

    “I can’t help it,” I whispered back, biting my lip. “I mean, you’ve got me all spread open and…and you’re rubbing against me. Of course it makes me wet. The same way it makes you hard.”

    “You make me hard anytime I’m around you, Mel,” he murmured. “And we don’t have to be doing this for it to happen. Although it certainly helps.” He captured my lips again for a long, slow, sensual kiss as we continued to move. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, since Lisa hadn’t asked us to kiss, but since she didn’t object, I reasoned with myself that it probably made a much better picture and we should just go on.

    Just as I was thinking that he tasted delicious -- kind of like salty cinnamon, Kurt moved from my lips to the side of my neck. He lapped and sucked at the sensitive skin, making me groan helplessly. From there, he moved down to my nipples. Ducking his head, he caught one of my tight buds between his lips and began to suck and nip gently, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through my entire body.

    I threw back my head and pressed my chest forward, offering him easier access. It felt so good I couldn’t think; all I could do was feel. And there was so much to feel, his hot mouth on my sensitive flesh, his hard, naked body pressed against my own, and his naked shaft stroking over my clit until I thought I was going to go crazy with need.

    “That’s good, Kurt,” I heard Lisa say through the haze of passion that was clouding my brain. “Play with her breasts, make the most of that face-to-face contact.”

    Kurt moved to my other nipple, lapping gently at first and then sucking fiercely, making me gasp and moan. And the entire time he continued to raise and lower my hips so my open pussy kept gliding over his cock. The slow, sensuous movements were a different kind of torture from the faster ride I’d had earlier. Kurt’s actions were so deliberate and purposeful that I had nothing to do but hang on to his shoulders while he fake-fucked me. Nothing to do but wonder what it would feel like to have that thick shaft inside me for real.

    At last, just as I was reaching the edge, Lisa called a halt again. I was beginning to wonder if she had a sixth sense about when someone was about to come, and the unresolved sexual tension inside me was getting to be too much to bear.

    “Okay, you two, just a couple more before the break,” she said. “Classic missionary first.”

    I couldn’t believe she’d actually named another position I knew. Feeling vulnerable all over again, I lay down on my back and beckoned for Kurt to lie on top of me. He didn’t hesitate for an instant, and as his big body settled on top of mine, I experienced a strange feeling of rightness , almost as though we were coming home in some way. It just felt so good to wrap my arms and legs around him and embrace him with my entire body, my entire being. He was already kissing me again when the shaft of his cock slid between my pussy lips in the now familiar dance of intimacy.

    “This okay?” he asked, thrusting his hips to indicate the way his shaft was sliding over my open pussy.

    “Yeah,” I whispered breathlessly. “Just…be careful. It would be easy to…to go too far this way.”

    “Like this?” He slid downward so that just the head of his cock was lodged at the entrance of my pussy, and I moaned. With one hard thrust, he could be all the way inside me, filling me, fucking me as we had been pretending to do for over an hour now, and I knew