Snow White : Continued (9/10/04)
It was all giggles and laughs all the way to Michael's tree-hidden residence. Moments shared of staring at each other. Listening to each other breathing, is what fueled the passion even greater.
As soon as Michael pulled up to his house, Tammy's jaw dropped and she exuberantly remarked about how huge is house was over hers. To be honest, it was about the same size, really. It just appeared to be bigger because of the drive way. It was like a regal entry cemented path at least twenty-five feet deep to the house. Huge lawn, bushes, trees to the side of the property and the like.
So now, the car was parked and Tammy got out of the car with the 3 liter of this new Mountain Dew, and Michael got out with the food in his arms. He handed Tammy the keys to the house and she walked up the steps and unlocked the door. Michael locked his car, and he went up into the house.
What did the neighbors think? Simple, fuck them. He finales. No more worrying. Only the worry about getting caught with my dick in her pussy. Other than that, all the word can die with fear and fret, this is my lover, my little girl. Fuck them. No more thoughts of worry for Michael.
They walked deep into the house and Tammy stared up through the sky lights. Michael laughed at her amazement. "How much does all this cost?!" She said in utter innocence. "It has to be millions!" Her jaw dropped after she said the "s" in "millions." Those braces. Quick flashback to Michael's semen covering those same braces.
"Actually, about 1.7 million." He laughed.
"Wwwooowwwww!" Mouth still open wide.
Michael thought, not for too much longer.
"Set the food on the table in the kitchen, Tamster." He pointed for her to turn right once she passed the hallway.
"I could lose weight in this place!" She said back.
"What weight? You probably weigh 100 pounds." He said in shock of her comment.
"You know what I mean!" They laughed.
They ate about two slices each, a few bread and cinnamon sticks, and a few drinks of that interesting Pitch Black. They agreed it tasted like all the berry Starbursts melted together. To which they both laughed and ate some more.
Tammy burped outright. She blushed. "I'm sorry..." She thought she offended him.
"Oh don't worry about it! Not at all! It's human nature!" He laughed. Then he burped so she would feel O.K. with burping.
"Good God!" She jumped back at the monster of burp that flung from the pits of his stomach.
More laughter.
Then they stared in their eyes again.
"Michael?" Tammy asked innocently.
"Yes, Tammy?" He said with the same manner.
"Take me to bed." And she raised her arms for him to carry her.
Michael got up and picked up his young lover. He held her close and she laid her head on his chest. Her knees bent over his arm. He kissed her head and walked upstairs. He checked the clock on the way up: 1:01 p.m. Best hurry.
She cooed against him with every step he made. Like music to his ears, these coos of love and peace, and tranquility. He entered his room and then laid her on his bed as gently as possible. He looked down to her:
"Would you like me to embrace you as lovers do?" He asked. This was a gift and a curse he was giving her now. She was a virgin, of course, but sex is a good and damned thing. It can bring peace, it can bring pain.
"Yes, Michael. Please, please do it. Do it with me." She said softly. Her young ignorance still tickling his heart.
"You understand this I am going to give you? Sex can bring love and embrace, and it can bring pain and heartbreak. Sex is a world you cannot escape if we do this, my young love." He put his hands clasped, in front of him. Then he moved her hair out of her face with his pinky of his right hand.
"I understand. I've read the books, seen the movies. Had Sex-Ed. They said to keep abstinent, but I want to be un-abstinent; I want to be with you. Like lovers. Make love to me." And she laid down on the pillows again.
Michael kissed her lips gently.
"This I give to you, cannot be taken back. But I give it to you, because I love you. Remember that." He whispered.
He stood up straight and jerked his tie until the loop was big enough to slide over his head. He then unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, each button a few seconds. He took off his shirt and laid it on the bench of his room:
"What are you doing?" She asked with a tilted eyebrow.
"Going to make love with you. Going to do it with you." He said softly.
"I thought...they said you did it with your clothes on! They said you laid down and stuck--"
Michael put his finger to her lips.
"Shh, you will see what happens." He whispered gently.
He took off his shoes and then slide down his pants. Firm, erect. Blood making it throb. Tammy's eyes widened:
"I just suck it, right? Didn't that mean that we made--"
Fingers to lips.
She became silent.
He crawled onto the bed and Tammy could not help but keep staring at his bouncing testicles and his painfully firm and stiff cock. Wide eyes. She tensed when he touched her.
He untied her shoes and pulled them off. Slipped off her socks and tossed them onto that bench. He lifted up her little round bottom and unzipped her skants. He pulled them off slowly, those damned blue panties, staring back at him. She was moist. Fragrant. Aroma of love and sex. Aroma of a ten year olds death of innocence.
He bit the panties right in front of her clit, and pulled them down slowly. This made Tammy shriek silently and shiver noticeably with nervousness and excitement. No hair on her peach, still. No hair between any parts of her. Just her eyebrows and head of beautiful hair.
He bent his knees over her lap and his cock almost touched her stomach. Between his eyes, and his cock, Tammy didn't know where to stare. She had not taken Sex-Ed. That was to happen in fifth grade, not fourth. She was panicking, but yet, in love with the moment. Let's just see what happens, Tammy said to herself.
He pulled off her shirt and the collar let go of her head like a balloon floating off of a stick. She was naked. Completely naked. No Snow White nor blue panties to taunt. Twenty years naked with ten years. Begin Michael.
"Would you like to be on top? Or bottom? My lover?" He whispered close.
"Does it matter?" She cringed. She was scared.
"It might be easier for you if you are on top. Or on bottom, doesn't matter." He said with a shrug.
"Just do it how you think it should be done." She said, perfectly horrified.
Her puberty hasn't started Michael, no condom. Yes, it has, those little puffs of breasts she has, Michael condom! Just be cautious. Pull out before you cum! That never works, use a condom, now! Don't fuck her up and knock her up on the same day! Like two beings bickering on his shoulder, Michael thought.
He reached in his drawer and pulled out a condom.
"Is that a life saver?" Tammy said.
Michael knew she didn't take Sex-Ed now. That is the first thing they teach, what condoms are. First the "clothes" suggestion, now the life saver? Oh well. I want her. I will have her. But does she still want me?
"In a way, my dear." He opened it up, pinched the tip and stroked it onto his cock. A nice hint of green condom to match her eyes, he thought.
He spread her legs.
"Tammy, I know you never took Sex-Ed (she gulped). But what I will tell you is, this might be very painful, and if it is, tell me to stop, and I will (comfort returning to Tammy). It will feel very good, and very bad at the same time. But most of all, very strange. Do you still want to continue?"
She thought. She looked at the ceiling. She was going to say "No." But she loved him, and wanted this new thing to happen.
"Yes, Do it to me, Michael. Make me feel good. Make me hurt." She smiled slightly. Michael pulled up the sheets from under her and laid them on his back so that it will be private to the both of them.
He put his arm around her shoulders, laid down upon her, whispered "Be still lover" (she thought quickly THAT HUGE THING IS GOING INSIDE ME?!) and then pushed the head of his cock to her nether lips. Tammy gasped. "It feels good! DO IT! Yes!" She was excited. Michael slid inside of this beautiful girl. A rush of warm engulfed his cock. Tammy's eyes changed to pain, he ripped her cherry open. "Owwww! It hurts! Shit! Damn!" She panicked, trying to squirm. Michael held her down gently and when he did, he slid inside her and it caused more pleasure. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked sincerely. "NO! Keep going!" She said like she was to be Queened.
Michael pushed inside of this very tight and closed sheath. He pushed deeper. Her voice shrieking and squealing like a raven, or a dove. Her eyes clenched. Michael turned her over. She was on top, he was laying down below her.
"Ride me, Tammy. Take my cock into your body. And cum for me."
Tammy started to rock her hips as she did in the car. She was screaming and then trying to be quiet.
"No, my love, you scream all you wish, no one is around for quite a distance." He grabbed her hips. Deep guttural moans came from her tiny frame. Moans, gasps, oooos and aaaas. More guttural dispersions from her. Her eyes opened wide whenver she groaned, and closed whenever an "aaaahh" would escape her mouth. She was bobbing left to right, back to front. She was like a bobble-fuck doll. Michael clenched her round bottom firm in his hands.
She squealed and screamed, rocked and pushed down upon. She was in the most pleasure, and the most pain. The pain was, however, subsiding and all the pleasure was coming into her body.
"Push up and down, like you're trying to jump from my cock." Michael guided.
She did. And when she did her eyes opened and then she reached down for Michael's chest and then pushed up, and down. Faster, and faster she did this. Michael was insane with pleasure. Such a tight pussy she has for me, Michael thought. He began pushing up into her.
Michael loved to see himself enter his women, so he enjoyed looking down at his cock enter and exist them. When he did this, however, the wet juices from her pussy, was mixed with blood. She was a heavy bleeder. This excited and intrigued Michael. Fuck the blood, literally, this could be the lubricant we need! And so, the sex went on, and the blood allowed for a slippery tunnel for Michael.
Tammy's nails were in his chest, she leaned down and openmouthed kissed him passionately. The taste of meats on her mouth: Pepperoni, Italian Sausage, Canadian Bacon, the cream from the cinnamon sticks. The cinnamon, the peppers. All these tastes magnified the experience one hundred fold. The experience itself, was one hundred fold greater than anything he ever felt.
"Michael!" She screamed in-between thumping her body to his.
"Yes, Tammy?" He moaned.
"I'm burning up! What do I do?" Almost couldn't tell what she said.
"Relax...let it go...Cum for me..." His eyes closed and he was fucking her with a passion that the blood and vaginal secretions spattered on the sheets, onto their bodies.
"...Wha...say that again!" She demanded.
"Cum for me, little lover. Cum on my cock, for it is yours!"
Her eyes opened wide.
Quick Michael! Her tits!
Michael shot up and she was on his lap, still inside he was and he engulfed her left breast in his mouth. Sucking harder and harder.
Tammy clasped his hair and pulled so hard, his head began to tinge with pain.
Tammy screamed "Michael!" over, and over again. "Do me Michael! Do me! Do me, do me, do me, do me! Cum for me now, my older lover! Do me!" She was belting out her voice as she was belting out her cum. She was soaking in-between them.
Michael grasped her tightly and kissed her again, tongues at war. He moaned "TAMMY!" and began to spurt inside her. He was drowning the condom...The condom...the condom! Michael was staring at it from across the bed. He said, dare it! Do it! Cum! And he came deep inside her little cunt full of his semen. He was pouring inside her and writhing. She was writhing, bleeding, cumming still. So happy, so young, so fuckable.
She clenched his hair again and thudded against his body so hard he was thrown to the headboard. His back was against it, she was on top of him, riding him in the realm Little Death. Both their eyes swirling around in their sockets. Both of their legs were twitching with pleasure. Until, they collapsed, blood soaked, cum filled, and sweat drenched.
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The fan was now cooling them down.
They were holding each other and kissing. Two lovers now embracing each other as lovers. Perfect lovers. Little lover, Older lover. Blood still on their nether regions and stomachs. Arms embraced as if they would die in moments.
Tammy whispered: "I love you, Michael Dannick."
Michael whispered: "I love you, Tammy Weiss."
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Michael took Tammy to the bathroom and they climbed into the shower together. He washed her off of all her blood and his cum. He took the shower head and put it on a one stream: He put this inside her and she shrieked. All the blood, cum, his cum, was pouring out.
He laid down and pulled her on top of him and ate her out in this gigantic shower. She writhed, she screamed, came again. He drank her fluids, her blood. These fluids would be his forever of hers. In only a matter of a minute or two, she came again. And again. She leant down and stretched her self to suck his cock. She took it into her mouth and Michael moaned and hummed into her love hole. She came again just by the moan. Michael was so exhilarated, he actually came again, and this time, she was ready for it. She drank his fluids. She swallowed him into her body. That was hers to keep, forever.
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They were dried off and getting dressed:
"About the condom..." Tammy said, slipping on her panties.
"......Yeah?" Michael said in terror.
"My Mom took me to the gynecologist a month or so ago. She said that, even though I have these little ant mounds of breasts, my eggs won't be ready until I am at least 13 or 14. She said it was some weird thing where my body developed early, but internally, it was slower."
Michael was so relieved, he wanted to fuck her again. He looked at the clock: 1:37 p.m. Now we have to hurry, he thought.
She was sitting there, one leg off the bed, and the other bent to her chin: Pussy shot of blue panties.
"Are you sure, about that possibility?" He said as soft as possible, not to insult of offend her, and trying not to say "pussy."
"Oh yes, Dr. Lanza says that I could probably have sex at sixteen and not conc...consee...--"
"--Conceive?"
"YES! That's it! Well, she told me that when my mother left, of course."
They laughed.
"O.K. Toots, we have to hurry" (she was sliding on her skants, her pussy thrust into the air as she was picking them up onto her. God damn she's hot! He said to himself) He jammed his feet into his shoes.
"Awww man!" She said in truest form of disappointment.
"Remember, my lover of young--"
"--I'm not telling a soul...I want this to happen forever and ever! And ever! (she drew closer) And ever! (She opened her mouth to his and muffled) And ever!" She wrapped her arms around Michael and his kissed back, fixing her skants and zipping them up for her, adjusting her shirt.
"Grab your shoes babe, let's go!" He smiled gesturing to the door.
"OK OK! Keep your pants on!...Well, no, take them off!" She laughed.
"Later, I will later," he laughed "but for now, get you're (he started shuffling her out of the room) sexy little ass down those stairs!" They laughed.
Tammy nabbed some more pizza: "Can I?"
"Knock yourself out! Take some to your friends if you wish. But leave me some. I want to remember this day, and eat the pizza we shared." He smiled.
"Oh helllll no! They are not getting MY pizza!" She laughed.
He laughed.
They both stared in each other's eyes.
"OK, staring later! Moving now!" He laughed.
Michael lunged over and nabbed a slice of pizza, put a cinnamon stick and breadstick in the center of the slice, smothered it in cream sauce and rolled the slice like a wrap and munched for a post-sex meal.
"Eeeewwww!" Tammy said in laughing disgust.
"Ooooh girl!" He said with a full mouth. "Try some!"
"No! That's OK!" She laughed.
He chased her: "Trrryyy it!" He laughed.
Tammy finally took a bite..then a huge chunk gone.
"Little food nabber!" Michael said with a full mouth.
They laughed and then Tammy made this, creamy bread pizza cinnamon wrap.
Munching on the food, then they chugged from the Mountain Dew, which was still cold. Food done, tummies full, out the door.
In the car, they buckled up. Clock said: 1:46 p.m.
"All right love, we're going turbo! I know a shortcut! Hold on for DEAR LIFE!" He said with a laugh. But Tammy, never one to underestimate, held on tightly.
Michael roared his engine and sped off the crescent that was his driveway. He flew off the driveway, literally. It was a quiet street of old folks and retirees, so they rarely drove around. Michael sped and turned a sharp left and burned rubber as he went in what appeared to be a diagonal line. One stop light, Michael's foot was thumping radically with adrenaline.
Occasional sharp turns and speed bumps, but they made it to Silver Stone with five minutes to spare (damn stop light)! Michael parked in front of the portables where the street faced them:
"Do you need me to check you in at the office?" He said quickly.
"No, I can just step into the classroom and the teacher, or sub can call in!" She said with same speed.
"Then go woman go! My reputation is at stake here! If you want me to do this again, then run woman, run!" He shushed her off with his hands.
Tammy dove in the car, gave what appeared to be a hug, but she bit his neck playfully and kissed his cheek. She jolted back out of the car:
"BYE UNCLE MIKE!"
"BYE SWEETIE!" They yelled so as to throw off suspicion.
Tammy ran off like a bat out of hell and made it right as it turned 1:57 p.m. She waved and so did he, then she entered the room and he closed the car door and drove off to return to his hillside secrecy.
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As soon as Michael pulled up to his house, Tammy's jaw dropped and she exuberantly remarked about how huge is house was over hers. To be honest, it was about the same size, really. It just appeared to be bigger because of the drive way. It was like a regal entry cemented path at least twenty-five feet deep to the house. Huge lawn, bushes, trees to the side of the property and the like.
So now, the car was parked and Tammy got out of the car with the 3 liter of this new Mountain Dew, and Michael got out with the food in his arms. He handed Tammy the keys to the house and she walked up the steps and unlocked the door. Michael locked his car, and he went up into the house.
What did the neighbors think? Simple, fuck them. He finales. No more worrying. Only the worry about getting caught with my dick in her pussy. Other than that, all the word can die with fear and fret, this is my lover, my little girl. Fuck them. No more thoughts of worry for Michael.
They walked deep into the house and Tammy stared up through the sky lights. Michael laughed at her amazement. "How much does all this cost?!" She said in utter innocence. "It has to be millions!" Her jaw dropped after she said the "s" in "millions." Those braces. Quick flashback to Michael's semen covering those same braces.
"Actually, about 1.7 million." He laughed.
"Wwwooowwwww!" Mouth still open wide.
Michael thought, not for too much longer.
"Set the food on the table in the kitchen, Tamster." He pointed for her to turn right once she passed the hallway.
"I could lose weight in this place!" She said back.
"What weight? You probably weigh 100 pounds." He said in shock of her comment.
"You know what I mean!" They laughed.
They ate about two slices each, a few bread and cinnamon sticks, and a few drinks of that interesting Pitch Black. They agreed it tasted like all the berry Starbursts melted together. To which they both laughed and ate some more.
Tammy burped outright. She blushed. "I'm sorry..." She thought she offended him.
"Oh don't worry about it! Not at all! It's human nature!" He laughed. Then he burped so she would feel O.K. with burping.
"Good God!" She jumped back at the monster of burp that flung from the pits of his stomach.
More laughter.
Then they stared in their eyes again.
"Michael?" Tammy asked innocently.
"Yes, Tammy?" He said with the same manner.
"Take me to bed." And she raised her arms for him to carry her.
Michael got up and picked up his young lover. He held her close and she laid her head on his chest. Her knees bent over his arm. He kissed her head and walked upstairs. He checked the clock on the way up: 1:01 p.m. Best hurry.
She cooed against him with every step he made. Like music to his ears, these coos of love and peace, and tranquility. He entered his room and then laid her on his bed as gently as possible. He looked down to her:
"Would you like me to embrace you as lovers do?" He asked. This was a gift and a curse he was giving her now. She was a virgin, of course, but sex is a good and damned thing. It can bring peace, it can bring pain.
"Yes, Michael. Please, please do it. Do it with me." She said softly. Her young ignorance still tickling his heart.
"You understand this I am going to give you? Sex can bring love and embrace, and it can bring pain and heartbreak. Sex is a world you cannot escape if we do this, my young love." He put his hands clasped, in front of him. Then he moved her hair out of her face with his pinky of his right hand.
"I understand. I've read the books, seen the movies. Had Sex-Ed. They said to keep abstinent, but I want to be un-abstinent; I want to be with you. Like lovers. Make love to me." And she laid down on the pillows again.
Michael kissed her lips gently.
"This I give to you, cannot be taken back. But I give it to you, because I love you. Remember that." He whispered.
He stood up straight and jerked his tie until the loop was big enough to slide over his head. He then unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, each button a few seconds. He took off his shirt and laid it on the bench of his room:
"What are you doing?" She asked with a tilted eyebrow.
"Going to make love with you. Going to do it with you." He said softly.
"I thought...they said you did it with your clothes on! They said you laid down and stuck--"
Michael put his finger to her lips.
"Shh, you will see what happens." He whispered gently.
He took off his shoes and then slide down his pants. Firm, erect. Blood making it throb. Tammy's eyes widened:
"I just suck it, right? Didn't that mean that we made--"
Fingers to lips.
She became silent.
He crawled onto the bed and Tammy could not help but keep staring at his bouncing testicles and his painfully firm and stiff cock. Wide eyes. She tensed when he touched her.
He untied her shoes and pulled them off. Slipped off her socks and tossed them onto that bench. He lifted up her little round bottom and unzipped her skants. He pulled them off slowly, those damned blue panties, staring back at him. She was moist. Fragrant. Aroma of love and sex. Aroma of a ten year olds death of innocence.
He bit the panties right in front of her clit, and pulled them down slowly. This made Tammy shriek silently and shiver noticeably with nervousness and excitement. No hair on her peach, still. No hair between any parts of her. Just her eyebrows and head of beautiful hair.
He bent his knees over her lap and his cock almost touched her stomach. Between his eyes, and his cock, Tammy didn't know where to stare. She had not taken Sex-Ed. That was to happen in fifth grade, not fourth. She was panicking, but yet, in love with the moment. Let's just see what happens, Tammy said to herself.
He pulled off her shirt and the collar let go of her head like a balloon floating off of a stick. She was naked. Completely naked. No Snow White nor blue panties to taunt. Twenty years naked with ten years. Begin Michael.
"Would you like to be on top? Or bottom? My lover?" He whispered close.
"Does it matter?" She cringed. She was scared.
"It might be easier for you if you are on top. Or on bottom, doesn't matter." He said with a shrug.
"Just do it how you think it should be done." She said, perfectly horrified.
Her puberty hasn't started Michael, no condom. Yes, it has, those little puffs of breasts she has, Michael condom! Just be cautious. Pull out before you cum! That never works, use a condom, now! Don't fuck her up and knock her up on the same day! Like two beings bickering on his shoulder, Michael thought.
He reached in his drawer and pulled out a condom.
"Is that a life saver?" Tammy said.
Michael knew she didn't take Sex-Ed now. That is the first thing they teach, what condoms are. First the "clothes" suggestion, now the life saver? Oh well. I want her. I will have her. But does she still want me?
"In a way, my dear." He opened it up, pinched the tip and stroked it onto his cock. A nice hint of green condom to match her eyes, he thought.
He spread her legs.
"Tammy, I know you never took Sex-Ed (she gulped). But what I will tell you is, this might be very painful, and if it is, tell me to stop, and I will (comfort returning to Tammy). It will feel very good, and very bad at the same time. But most of all, very strange. Do you still want to continue?"
She thought. She looked at the ceiling. She was going to say "No." But she loved him, and wanted this new thing to happen.
"Yes, Do it to me, Michael. Make me feel good. Make me hurt." She smiled slightly. Michael pulled up the sheets from under her and laid them on his back so that it will be private to the both of them.
He put his arm around her shoulders, laid down upon her, whispered "Be still lover" (she thought quickly THAT HUGE THING IS GOING INSIDE ME?!) and then pushed the head of his cock to her nether lips. Tammy gasped. "It feels good! DO IT! Yes!" She was excited. Michael slid inside of this beautiful girl. A rush of warm engulfed his cock. Tammy's eyes changed to pain, he ripped her cherry open. "Owwww! It hurts! Shit! Damn!" She panicked, trying to squirm. Michael held her down gently and when he did, he slid inside her and it caused more pleasure. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked sincerely. "NO! Keep going!" She said like she was to be Queened.
Michael pushed inside of this very tight and closed sheath. He pushed deeper. Her voice shrieking and squealing like a raven, or a dove. Her eyes clenched. Michael turned her over. She was on top, he was laying down below her.
"Ride me, Tammy. Take my cock into your body. And cum for me."
Tammy started to rock her hips as she did in the car. She was screaming and then trying to be quiet.
"No, my love, you scream all you wish, no one is around for quite a distance." He grabbed her hips. Deep guttural moans came from her tiny frame. Moans, gasps, oooos and aaaas. More guttural dispersions from her. Her eyes opened wide whenver she groaned, and closed whenever an "aaaahh" would escape her mouth. She was bobbing left to right, back to front. She was like a bobble-fuck doll. Michael clenched her round bottom firm in his hands.
She squealed and screamed, rocked and pushed down upon. She was in the most pleasure, and the most pain. The pain was, however, subsiding and all the pleasure was coming into her body.
"Push up and down, like you're trying to jump from my cock." Michael guided.
She did. And when she did her eyes opened and then she reached down for Michael's chest and then pushed up, and down. Faster, and faster she did this. Michael was insane with pleasure. Such a tight pussy she has for me, Michael thought. He began pushing up into her.
Michael loved to see himself enter his women, so he enjoyed looking down at his cock enter and exist them. When he did this, however, the wet juices from her pussy, was mixed with blood. She was a heavy bleeder. This excited and intrigued Michael. Fuck the blood, literally, this could be the lubricant we need! And so, the sex went on, and the blood allowed for a slippery tunnel for Michael.
Tammy's nails were in his chest, she leaned down and openmouthed kissed him passionately. The taste of meats on her mouth: Pepperoni, Italian Sausage, Canadian Bacon, the cream from the cinnamon sticks. The cinnamon, the peppers. All these tastes magnified the experience one hundred fold. The experience itself, was one hundred fold greater than anything he ever felt.
"Michael!" She screamed in-between thumping her body to his.
"Yes, Tammy?" He moaned.
"I'm burning up! What do I do?" Almost couldn't tell what she said.
"Relax...let it go...Cum for me..." His eyes closed and he was fucking her with a passion that the blood and vaginal secretions spattered on the sheets, onto their bodies.
"...Wha...say that again!" She demanded.
"Cum for me, little lover. Cum on my cock, for it is yours!"
Her eyes opened wide.
Quick Michael! Her tits!
Michael shot up and she was on his lap, still inside he was and he engulfed her left breast in his mouth. Sucking harder and harder.
Tammy clasped his hair and pulled so hard, his head began to tinge with pain.
Tammy screamed "Michael!" over, and over again. "Do me Michael! Do me! Do me, do me, do me, do me! Cum for me now, my older lover! Do me!" She was belting out her voice as she was belting out her cum. She was soaking in-between them.
Michael grasped her tightly and kissed her again, tongues at war. He moaned "TAMMY!" and began to spurt inside her. He was drowning the condom...The condom...the condom! Michael was staring at it from across the bed. He said, dare it! Do it! Cum! And he came deep inside her little cunt full of his semen. He was pouring inside her and writhing. She was writhing, bleeding, cumming still. So happy, so young, so fuckable.
She clenched his hair again and thudded against his body so hard he was thrown to the headboard. His back was against it, she was on top of him, riding him in the realm Little Death. Both their eyes swirling around in their sockets. Both of their legs were twitching with pleasure. Until, they collapsed, blood soaked, cum filled, and sweat drenched.
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The fan was now cooling them down.
They were holding each other and kissing. Two lovers now embracing each other as lovers. Perfect lovers. Little lover, Older lover. Blood still on their nether regions and stomachs. Arms embraced as if they would die in moments.
Tammy whispered: "I love you, Michael Dannick."
Michael whispered: "I love you, Tammy Weiss."
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Michael took Tammy to the bathroom and they climbed into the shower together. He washed her off of all her blood and his cum. He took the shower head and put it on a one stream: He put this inside her and she shrieked. All the blood, cum, his cum, was pouring out.
He laid down and pulled her on top of him and ate her out in this gigantic shower. She writhed, she screamed, came again. He drank her fluids, her blood. These fluids would be his forever of hers. In only a matter of a minute or two, she came again. And again. She leant down and stretched her self to suck his cock. She took it into her mouth and Michael moaned and hummed into her love hole. She came again just by the moan. Michael was so exhilarated, he actually came again, and this time, she was ready for it. She drank his fluids. She swallowed him into her body. That was hers to keep, forever.
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They were dried off and getting dressed:
"About the condom..." Tammy said, slipping on her panties.
"......Yeah?" Michael said in terror.
"My Mom took me to the gynecologist a month or so ago. She said that, even though I have these little ant mounds of breasts, my eggs won't be ready until I am at least 13 or 14. She said it was some weird thing where my body developed early, but internally, it was slower."
Michael was so relieved, he wanted to fuck her again. He looked at the clock: 1:37 p.m. Now we have to hurry, he thought.
She was sitting there, one leg off the bed, and the other bent to her chin: Pussy shot of blue panties.
"Are you sure, about that possibility?" He said as soft as possible, not to insult of offend her, and trying not to say "pussy."
"Oh yes, Dr. Lanza says that I could probably have sex at sixteen and not conc...consee...--"
"--Conceive?"
"YES! That's it! Well, she told me that when my mother left, of course."
They laughed.
"O.K. Toots, we have to hurry" (she was sliding on her skants, her pussy thrust into the air as she was picking them up onto her. God damn she's hot! He said to himself) He jammed his feet into his shoes.
"Awww man!" She said in truest form of disappointment.
"Remember, my lover of young--"
"--I'm not telling a soul...I want this to happen forever and ever! And ever! (she drew closer) And ever! (She opened her mouth to his and muffled) And ever!" She wrapped her arms around Michael and his kissed back, fixing her skants and zipping them up for her, adjusting her shirt.
"Grab your shoes babe, let's go!" He smiled gesturing to the door.
"OK OK! Keep your pants on!...Well, no, take them off!" She laughed.
"Later, I will later," he laughed "but for now, get you're (he started shuffling her out of the room) sexy little ass down those stairs!" They laughed.
Tammy nabbed some more pizza: "Can I?"
"Knock yourself out! Take some to your friends if you wish. But leave me some. I want to remember this day, and eat the pizza we shared." He smiled.
"Oh helllll no! They are not getting MY pizza!" She laughed.
He laughed.
They both stared in each other's eyes.
"OK, staring later! Moving now!" He laughed.
Michael lunged over and nabbed a slice of pizza, put a cinnamon stick and breadstick in the center of the slice, smothered it in cream sauce and rolled the slice like a wrap and munched for a post-sex meal.
"Eeeewwww!" Tammy said in laughing disgust.
"Ooooh girl!" He said with a full mouth. "Try some!"
"No! That's OK!" She laughed.
He chased her: "Trrryyy it!" He laughed.
Tammy finally took a bite..then a huge chunk gone.
"Little food nabber!" Michael said with a full mouth.
They laughed and then Tammy made this, creamy bread pizza cinnamon wrap.
Munching on the food, then they chugged from the Mountain Dew, which was still cold. Food done, tummies full, out the door.
In the car, they buckled up. Clock said: 1:46 p.m.
"All right love, we're going turbo! I know a shortcut! Hold on for DEAR LIFE!" He said with a laugh. But Tammy, never one to underestimate, held on tightly.
Michael roared his engine and sped off the crescent that was his driveway. He flew off the driveway, literally. It was a quiet street of old folks and retirees, so they rarely drove around. Michael sped and turned a sharp left and burned rubber as he went in what appeared to be a diagonal line. One stop light, Michael's foot was thumping radically with adrenaline.
Occasional sharp turns and speed bumps, but they made it to Silver Stone with five minutes to spare (damn stop light)! Michael parked in front of the portables where the street faced them:
"Do you need me to check you in at the office?" He said quickly.
"No, I can just step into the classroom and the teacher, or sub can call in!" She said with same speed.
"Then go woman go! My reputation is at stake here! If you want me to do this again, then run woman, run!" He shushed her off with his hands.
Tammy dove in the car, gave what appeared to be a hug, but she bit his neck playfully and kissed his cheek. She jolted back out of the car:
"BYE UNCLE MIKE!"
"BYE SWEETIE!" They yelled so as to throw off suspicion.
Tammy ran off like a bat out of hell and made it right as it turned 1:57 p.m. She waved and so did he, then she entered the room and he closed the car door and drove off to return to his hillside secrecy.
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