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AFTER THE CONCERT
copyright 1995 by Bruce Z.
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AFTER THE CONCERT
by Bruce Z.
Part 3
"I'm embarrassed," Meade said, meekly.
"Why?"
"I had an orgasm."
"I know. That's nothing to be ashamed of. Was it good?" I kissed her
forehead.
"Yeah. Like, really good."
"I'm glad I was here for it."
"Me, too." Our lips met again. I rolled forward, partially resting on
top of her, resuming the activities that had brought Meade to her first
orgasm. Once again her hand reached for my penis. I was quickly reaching
the point of climax... and I didn't want to waste it in my briefs. Although
she had come only moments before, I could tell Meade was getting hot all
over again. Supporting my weight, I rolled on top of her, whispering in her
ear: "Do you like my fingers inside you?"
She purred, "yeah."
"You like the way they're sliding in and out of you?"
"Mmm Hmm."
"I feel good inside you?"
"Mmm Hmm."
"Like I'm fucking you?"
"Yeah," she was panting.
"Do you think my penis would feel good inside you. Sliding in and out.
Just like my fingers are now?" I was panting, I wanted her so badly.
"Okay." I heard her soft voice in my ear. "Don't hurt me."
"I love you too much to ever do that," I gushed. While a part of my
brain thought what did I just say?, mostly, I was trembling with passion as
I slid my pants off. I broke away from her embrace to get a condom from the
nightstand. I saw her curious expression, and quickly added: "I always have
these in here. I wasn't planning for this, honest, but I'm glad I have
protection." I quickly rolled one onto my penis while Meade watched. For
the first time, I realized, I was glad to have an "average" penis that is
only 6 inches long when erect. I realized it wasn't as threatening to my
young lover.
I laid back beside Meade, and our kissing and petting was renewed. I
felt her hand tentatively stroke my latex-sheathed cock. I continued to
work her clit under her skirt, then inserted three fingers into her tight,
warm pussy, easing them forward into her, applying pressure outward on it's
tight wet walls, getting her ready for my cock. I rolled on top of her
again, being careful to support my weight so as not to crush her small
frame. Pushing her skirt up around her waist, I guided my penis to the
outside of Meade's wet pussy. As the tip of my cock met her pussy lips, I
stopped kissing her, and looked into her eyes. "I always want to remember
this," I said as I savored the bliss of easing the head of my cock into a
young girl's tight cavity for the first time, looking deeply into her blue
eyes, a feeling second only to actual orgasm. "Oh, Meade, you feel
wonderful."
"You too, Bruce."
Slowly, I pushed myself into her, pleasure rippling through me every
inch deeper I went. I pushed her shirt and bra up under her arms, and
encircled and licked her sweet nipples with my tongue. As I felt the base
of my cock enter her, as far as it would go, I looked down to the sexy
sight of myself inside my thirteen year old student, my cock buried in her
pubic fuzz, her skirt bunched up at her slender waist, her black over-the-
knee stockinged legs spread- eagled on either side of mine, her small
circular breasts inches in front of my eyes. Once again, the music on the
TV drifted into my consciousness, some heavy metal song, making our actions
that much more exciting. I kissed my way from her nipples back up her neck,
then to her lips while I gradually increased thrusting my cock in and out
of her pussy.
"Meade, I'm in you," I breathed into her ear. "We're really doing
this. We're fucking." My rhythm inside her increased, matching the driving
metal of the song. I felt her hands rubbing my back, her tongue exploring
my mouth, her little ass bouncing up and down on the firm hotel bed. "Oh,
Meade, I'm fucking you." I could feel her pussy walls gripping my cock, my
shaft slipping and sliding in and out of her well-lubricated hole, my
little student fucking me back in time to the music. The pressure welled up
from the back of my balls, and radiated out through my body. I knew I
wouldn't last much longer.
The dam burst. "Oh, Meade, I'm cumming!" I gasped, and I released my
sperm into her sweet, tight body, her nipples pressing against my chest,
her legs hugging me from the side, her long, golden hair stuck to our sweat
and spit covered faces, her mouth pressed to mine, our bodies melting
together as I pumped my cum into her gripping pussy. Meade continued to
rock against me, fucking me, as the last spurt was finally squeezed from
me.
"Stop it, honey, I can't do it anymore."
Meade stopped, and looked up at me, bashfully. "Was it good?"
With complete honesty, I looked down at her beautiful face and said,
"Meade, that was the best I've ever had. You were the best." I kissed her
again. We laid there for a few minutes, both of us enjoying the warmth of
our embrace, my cock slowly shrinking inside her. "Did I hurt you, Meade?"
"No."
"So it's okay we ...did it?"
"Yeah. I liked doing it with you," she said, then giggled
mischievously. "You said we were fucking."
"Well, we were... we are. I'm sorry... I just got carried away because
you felt--feel--so good." I rocked gently inside her again to emphasize my
point.
"It's okay. Like, it's neat to hear you talk like that."
I laid on top of her for a few minutes, fully contented, enjoying the
intimacy of remaining inside my student. Finally, I pulled out of her, and
Meade modestly pulled her shirt and skirt back into place. Then she watched
interested as I pulled the condom full of sperm off my penis, and rolled it
up in a Kleenex to discard it. I sat up and looked at her (I just couldn't
get over how incredibly beautiful and sexy I found this thirteen year old
to be). Her eyes were soon closed, her face relaxed, seemingly dozing off.
I looked at my watch. It was almost midnight. "It's getting late. We should
take showers, then try to get some sleep," I said. "We're all sticky, and
still smell a bit from all the smoke at the concert."
"Okay." She opened her beautiful eyes. "Who first?"
I had a fun thought. "We could do it together."
"Mmmm...." She looked unsure.
"Meade, you don't have to be shy. I mean, we've just had sex."
"Okay, I guess." As she said this, I realized I hadn't seen her naked,
yet. Although it had been exciting to make love to her while she was
clothed, I also wanted to see her, well, full beauty. I went into the
bathroom, and began the shower, and stepped in. I quickly washed my hair,
then waited for Meade to join me.
"Okay!" I called out, "You can come in now." I peeked through the
shower curtain, watching Meade come into the bathroom, smiling shyly at me
as she sat down on the closed toilet seat. She pulled off her long socks,
then began to pull off her shirt, but hesitated, looking at me.
"What's the matter?" I asked, wiping some water from my face.
"It's just, well," she paused, "like, I'm embarrassed with you
watching me. I can't help it."
"That's okay. I'll wait for you in here." I ducked back to stand under
the shower, but watched her silhouette through the curtain as she removed
her shirt, and then her skirt. Soon, the curtain parted on the other end of
the tub, and she stepped in, looking bashfully over her shoulder, her back
turned to me, and her hands in front of her chest and crotch. I enjoyed
looking at her, nonetheless, and had a great view of her rounded little
ass, beginning to get slick with the spray of the shower.
"You can get under here," I told her, moving out of the way. Still
covering herself, she slid past me, then stood under the shower, closing
her eyes as the water sprayed over her head and body, her wet hair clinging
fluidly to her back. While her eyes were closed, I moved next to her, held
her head with both hands, and kissed her on the lips. "You're so cute," I
told her.
Meade smiled at me. I handed her a bar of soap, which she took with
the hand that had been covering her breasts. I once again admired their
perfect, firm, rounded shape and her petite brown nipples. I leaned down
and kissed one, licking the water from her as I did so. She backed away,
acting ticklish. "Stop it!" she protested, giggling.=7F
"I'm sorry, Meade. I can't help myself around you."
She looked mock-sternly at me and pointed to the other side of the
shower. "Like, stand over there so I can wash myself."
"Can I wash you?"
"No! It'll tickle."
"Oh, please?" I begged. "For extra credit?" I couldn't resist adding.
Meade laughed. "Bruce, you're impossible!" She began to lather her
body with soap, rubbing the bar over her lithe frame, around her breasts,
her slender arms and legs. She wasn't paying attention to me, only to the
task of washing herself, oblivious to how achingly sexy her actions were to
me. She rubbed the bar across the thin fuzz of her pubic area, then became
suddenly self- conscious due to my watchful eyes, turning her back on me.
I couldn't stand it any longer; I stepped up behind her, put my arms
around her shoulders, touching her slippery, soapy breasts, hugging her to
me, resting my head on her shoulder. "Meade," I said adoringly, whispering
into her ear, "you are absolutely the most sexy, pretty, wonderful,
beautiful, adorable girl I have ever known. I mean that." I kissed her ear
and squeezed her closer to me, feeling her buttocks against my now erect
penis. Again, softly into her ear, I said, "Please turn around just so I
can look at you?"
She did. She was a perfect angel standing there, her body slick with
soapy water. I drew her to me, feeling my throbbing penis slide against her
wet stomach, breathing the scent of her wet hair right under my nostrils. I
felt her hands on my hips, then one of her hands moved towards my cock,
gently touching it. I backed away a few inches, and she touched it with
both hands.
"Mmmm," I purred, "that feels good."
She didn't say anything, but just looked at my hard penis, as if she
were exploring it, experimenting with it. I poured a little shampoo on her
hands, watching her small, thin fingers, adorned with silver rings, red and
pink nails and marker drawings, move up and down my shaft. I kissed the top
of her head, and played with her nipples. It felt wonderful, the two of us
having fun with each other's body, enjoying a sense of discovery and
playfulness. I hadn't recovered enough from the last orgasm, though, so
after a few minutes I gently removed her hands from me. I hugged her to me
again, allowing the water to rinse off both of our bodies.
"All done?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes at me. "You haven't let me shampoo, yet."
"You shampooed me," I laughed. "Okay. I'll leave you alone." I kissed
her, then stepped from the shower, drying myself off. I went into the other
room, switched off the TV, set the alarm for 7:30 (I have to get Meade back
to her sister, I thought, though I certainly wasn't minding the
responsibility of taking care of her myself), and sat on the bed. Soon,
Meade appeared, a towel modestly wrapped around her. She went over to her
backpack, and pulled out an over- sized tee shirt which she put on as a
night shirt.
She turned around, and looked at me. "Bedtime?"
"Yeah, we'd better," I said. "We'll need to get up early, and try to
find your sister."
"Like, where should I sleep?" Meade asked.
"Well, I was hoping you'd want to sleep in the bed. ...With me."
"I won't take up too much room?"
I couldn't help but laugh at her innocence. "Not at all. I want to be
close to you tonight. And I even promise to let you get some sleep."
She smiled at me, and climbed into the bed, lying on her back, the
covers drawn up to her chin. I left the bathroom door cracked open with the
light on to provide a night light, switched out the rest of the lights,
then crawled into bed next to my student.
"You're not wearing any pajamas," Meade said, looking at me.
"I never do." I put my arm under her neck, and snuggled her to me,
gently brushing her head with my lips. "You feel nice and snugly."
She snuggled her head against my chest, closing her eyes, as I played
with her long blond hair, still damp from the shower. I didn't want her to
go to sleep yet (Hell, it was only 12:30!), so I lifted her chin, and
kissed her lips, hugging her body closer to me.
"Meade?" I whispered between kisses.
"Yeah?"
"Can you take off your shirt?"
She opened her eyes and looked at me with an amused expression that
said "All you ever think about is sex," but she pulled the shirt off over
her head, flinging it across the room, then snuggled up against me once
more. I involuntarily sucked my breath in as I felt Meade's fully naked
body against mine for the first time, her small breasts, bony ribs, soft
tummy, crotch, and thighs, warm against me. I rubbed the back of her
shoulders, amazed at how terrific she felt.
"Meade, you feel absolutely wonderful!" I was repeating myself, but I
couldn't help it. I sensed she was ready to go to sleep, but I just
couldn't leave her alone. I kissed her forehead, then her lips, then her
neck, her collarbone. I played with her nipples with my tongue, and slipped
my hand down between her legs. Meade didn't protest, she just made soft
moaning sounds, pretending to be falling asleep, but wriggling a bit as I
played with her young body. I kissed my way down her belly (she giggled a
bit as I tickled her), then to the sparse fur of her pubic hair. As I
approached her pussy, I could smell her musky scent, enjoying the feel of
her light pubic fuzz tickling the tip of my tongue. Finally, I licked the
crack between her pussy lips, tasting her fully for the first time. I began
thirstily enjoying her taste, drinking in the salty- sweet taste wetness.
Her hips began to wiggle as I pushed my tongue further into her pussy, then
pulled out and began to lick her clit. Pretty soon, Meade was swaying in
rhythm, her pubic bone thrust forward to my mouth. I felt her hands on the
back of my head, lightly at first, then more forcefully encouraging me to
continue. The more excited she became, the more musky she smelled, the more
liquid that began to flow. I could hear her breathing deeply, irregularly.
"Oh, Bruce..." she whispered loudly, "oh, Bruce, you're doing me..."
Flicking the hard point of her clit with the tip of my tongue, I
slipped two fingers into her pussy, sliding them up and down in the tight,
slippery hole. Her body shuddered, she let out a yelp, and Meade's pussy
began to squeeze my fingers with the contractions of her second orgasm. I
licked her pussy juice where it ran down her thighs, loving the
intoxicating effect her taste and smell were having on me.
When she stopped cumming, I returned to her breasts, kissing each one,
sucking her nipples as she moaned, then kissed her again on the lips. She
slid her tongue between my lips, tasting herself inside my mouth. She
stopped kissing, and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly to
her. My erect penis mashed against her pubic bone. "I love you," she said.
"I'm loving you," I said, wanting, but not wanting to say those words
myself.
"Am I your favorite?" she asked.
"Yes, Meade, you're definitely my favorite."
She squeezed me tighter. "Do you want to fuck me again?" she said,
quietly.
I ground my penis against her. "How could you tell?" She giggled.
"Yes, I want to fuck you, Meade. I want to fuck you all night long," I
said as I rolled her over onto her back, kissing her nipples. Looking down
between her legs, I noticed her hand, rubbing her own crotch, fully
aroused. I turned away from her just long enough to get a condom from the
nightstand, quickly sliding it over my cock, then returning to my young
lover. I eased myself on top of her, putting my hand over hers between her
legs.
"You're playing with yourself," I whispered into her ear after blowing
away a stray lock of golden hair. I licked and nibbled her ear lobe.
"I can't help it," she gasped.
You're horny, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You've got me very horny, too," I said, rubbing her hand as she began
to rub herself again. "Let's fuck." I pushed my fingers through hers,
parted her pussy lips, and guided my cock to her hole. Once again, a moment
of pure bliss as I entered her tight warmth.
"Ohhhh, Bruce." Meade purred. "I love you." I felt her little fingers
rub the base of my penis and balls as I entered her. I couldn't believe how
hot she was.
"You're so sexy, Meade." I thrust myself into her, ramming my cock
forward until I could feel her cervix pressing the tip of my cock. I felt
her breath on my face as she sharply exhaled. Her pussy walls still
throbbed, aroused, milking me into her. I lifted myself on my elbows,
rubbing her nipples with my thumbs, licking her neck, grinding myself in
and out of her slippery hole. I could feel her begin to match my movements,
pushing her pussy onto me, gyrating from her hips. "That's it, honey," I
encouraged. "Fuck me."
I lifted one of my legs over hers, rolling over onto my back, feeling
Meade's light body on top of mine. Her hair spilled down around my face. In
the dim light, I looked into her blue eyes again, neither of us speaking,
enjoying her young face (she's just a little girl! And it's SO exciting!),
eyes asparkle, her high cheekbones flushed, full lips reddened from an
evening of kissing. Gently, I began rocking into and out of her. She
matched my movements, and, still looking deeply into each other's eyes, we
gradually increased our tempo. I reached down, taking her round, firm
little ass in my hands, pulling her onto me, pushing myself even deeper
into her. Rocking, fucking, her hands around my neck, her breasts bumping
against my chest, her lips at my neck. We were fully joined, me and Meade,
that was the Universe, all else was a blur, just her tight pussy slipping
and sliding over my throbbing cock, it's walls grabbing me, humping me into
her, the suction of her lips now at my nipples, driving me wild, my hands
squeezing her ass cheeks, fingers stroking her ass crack, her musky-fruity
girl smell all over me, our bodies becoming slick with sweat, her chest
slipping on mine, pressure welling up inside my balls, through my belly, up
the length of my cock, erupting. Our bodies spasmed together as I pumped
spurt after spurt into her, both of us gasping into each other's ears,
kissing, hugging, humping.
Soon, my cock was squeezed dry, my last spurt of cum deep inside
Meade's tight pussy. I laid on my back, hugging her to me, feeling trickles
of sweat tingle the sides of my body, my cock still happily inside her
young body. I stroked her hair from my face. She looked up at me from where
her head rested on my chest, cheeks aglow. Neither of us spoke, we just
smiled, enjoying the peaceful, post-climax intimacy. Me and Meade. This was
heaven.
I continued to gently comb her hair with my fingers as I watched her
close her eyes, content. I felt Meade's breath slow as her chest heaved
less frequently against mine, her body feeling slightly heavier as her
muscles relaxed and she fell off to sleep on top of me. Soon, I too was
drifting towards sleep, my penis still inside her.
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Anything told after that is anti-climactic (no pun intended). We slept
together, Meade on top of me, my penis tucked inside her. Sometime in the
middle of the night, I awoke to find her still snuggled on my chest. My
penis had finally shrunk, and slid out of her. Our juices were dribbled
down the inside of my thigh. I laid there for awhile, watching her sleep.
Meade was so adorable, her face relaxed, mouth slightly open, a small
puddle of drool on my chest. I gently rolled her off me, pulled of the
condom, then snuggled up against Meade's back, spooning her, stroking her
breasts, kissing the back of her head, before drifting off to comfortable
sleep again. We awoke abruptly to the sound of a ringing phone at 7:00. It
was Meade's sister, hung-over and frantic to realize she had abandoned her
responsibilities the night before. We quickly got dressed, had some
breakfast, and then I took Meade to her sister's dorm. We held hands on the
way over (I can't guess what other people thought of that, but it was
exciting to be publicly "physical" with her), although neither of us knew
quite what to say regarding our new, intimate relationship. Outside the
dorm, I quickly gave Meade a last kiss, met her sister again (who looked
like hell), and accepted profuse apologies.
What's left to tell? Nothing much. Yet.
You see, it's still school vacation week. Today is Friday, and my wife
is at work. And Meade is alone at home. She called to tell me it would be
okay for me to come over and see her. Her parents won't return until the
evening. I have no idea where this is headed, but right now I don't care.
Meade is really all I've cared about and thought about during these last
forty-eight hours. In three years she'll officially reach the "age of
consent." When that happens I'll have some important decisions to make.
Until then, at the very least, she'll remain my absolute favorite student.
THE END.
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AFTER THE CONCERT
by Bruce Z.
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