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Passions of Intellect - Part 3
Passion of Intellect—Part 3 (a lively part) I was woken by her trying to crawl aside me on the single bed while rubbing my back. I rolled over and she was there in her shower robe. Why did you stay here last night? I waited and waited but then fell asleep. You must have talked forever with papa. I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed while guiding her to stand up. We gazed at each other as I slid her robe off her and let it drop to the floor. There she stood completely naked and exposed. She was pleasantly plump with somewhat hanging breasts, short-necked and somewhat homely. She was a little fat in the tummy and the hair of her vigina curled under between thick thighs. She reached over and pulled off my undershirt and pushed down my underpants. She stared down and reached for my limp penis saying she never saw one before. I ran my hands along the sides of her soft body as I pulled her closer and kissed her on the left side of her neck. We started kissing and kissing I pressed against her lips harder and harder and pushed my tongue in her mouth; she pulled away not knowing what was happening. I told her to try it, and when she stuck her tongue in my mouth I sucked on it and twisted mine around it. Mean time I was feeling along her breasts and reaching down around the nipples, smoothly back and forth. I began to pull and roll her right left nipple with my right hand as I stood there kissing, and moved my left hand down between her legs. I had difficulty reaching between the fatty thighs, but she spread them so I could get my fingers into her. She was moistening up and opening up as I fingered the lips of her vulva and ran my finger up along her clitoris which was stiffening. Her vigina opened more and I inserted a finger and moved it around the edge until I found the little hard G-spot nugget near the top of but inside the opening; she began to moan as I pressed on it and inserted and moved around two fingers. She was still holding my penis as I felt it getting erect and she tried moving closer to get her vigina near it. She was whispering lets lay down, lets lay down. I moved back toward the bed and lay on my back and told her to kneel on either side of me, then gently and slowly move her moistened vigina onto my erection. She found it and tried to move down on it too fast saying it was hurting her. I held her buttocks and helped her move down slowly then reached in with my fingers and stimulated her G-spot at the same time. She moaned and gasped and pushed her hands down on my chest while she arched her back and tilted her head back crying it was hurting as I raised my butt off the mattress and penetrated harder into her. I felt my penis push against her membrane and then she pushed hard to break it through. Blood flowed out as she cried how that hurt; yes she was a virgin and never had anyone touch her like that. I was still erect and reached back again and slowly messaged her g-spot as she arched back again with her vigina contracting tightly around my penis. She moaned louder and louder and had her orgasm. I rolled her over on her side and slowly withdrew my penis close to the end of her opening and worked it back and forth until I came. The sheet was a mess; her juices, my cum and the blood of broken virginity. She turned away in shame then back with a smile and began reciting a beautiful poem about a princess who made love for the first time with her prince charming then hung the sheet out the window. I never saw her be less than serious and she thought of doing that; then she said she'd leave it there for mamma to find. Mamma and Pappa were at an elders get-to-gether and left the car for us to use. We dressed, grabbed a quick breakfast and headed into town; she wore a woolen skirt and sweater. She drove her Pappa's BMW with a stick-shift and having only driven when home it took her a little while getting used to it again. It was all streets and back roads and only a few miles into town. As she braked or shifted her skirt slid further up her legs. I leaned over and ran my hand up along her legs as she drove and she suddenly turned down toward the river. She pulled off the side of the road, pulled on the hand brake and reached across for a hug and kiss. She whispered she heard about this spot but was never here. I hugged and kissed her and slid my hand up under her sweater to feel her engorged breasts through her slip and bra. I struggled to unhook the bra and she worked it off through her sweater arm after sliding her coat off. Her breasts felt fuller and warmer, and I could feel her nipples tighten in my fingers. She pulled my hand down and slid it between her legs; her panties were already moistened as I fingered her through them. She wiggled as I slid them off and could move my hands and fingers more freely; her vigina opened widely as I moved them around the edge enough to make her come again. She slumped over into my arms saying she never knew how good that all felt. I was erect but relaxing too. We turned back into town and wandered along the street looking for a small artificial Christmas tree. She told me that her parents lost all faith when they lost her little brother at two years old with a sudden illness. This year was the first year they even mentioned wanting a tree; she said they must have felt they had a son in the house. We found the store with the Christmas trees and needed ornaments; she found some symbolic greek ones and a mixture of others that said “Jung” on the bottom of the box. She found me looking at sets of trains that ran on wooden tracks; “Tommy trains”, and I suddenly spotted a Tommy Gordon #4 engine that ran on a C battery and picked it up with assorted tracks and cars. I said what is a Christmas tree without a train under it? But I could not hold back any longer; I told her I assembled one for the Christmas in my house just after finishing a new front bay window, and it was also the last Christmas we were together. I just felt that I could now enjoy it again. We went back to the house, and up to the bed-room. I undressed her and pushed her down on the bed while taking off my clothes. I ran my hand down from her neck across her breast and in between her thighs; I then crawled down between them and started giving her a tongue-job in and out and over her clitoris. I then move my lips over her clitoris and sucked in strongly; she had been wiggling with joy up till then, but screamed out with delight!!! I did it two or three more times and she came again and again. She reached for my erection and started to stroke it; it did not take much to make it come, then we curled up with each other very relaxed. We talked a little and I told her she could have a quicky pleasure like that any time she wanted it; and we got philosophical as she asked how did she know if she wanted it if I didn't begin to get her thinking about it first?
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