Hearthstone Entertainment
27 PJ
AND THEN THERE WAS PAM. She waited patiently until it looked like everyone who was going to sit on me had done so, then she came and looked at me shyly. I held out my arms and she curled up in my lap. She kept her head down, not looking me in the eye. I lifted her chin so we could have eye contact.
“It’s not spelled out as clearly as I think it should be in the agreement,” I said. ’But permissions are revocable. Completely. At any time. Never think you have to go through with something because you gave permission once.” She threw her arms around my neck and hugged herself to me.
Pam reminded me a lot of Cassie. She seemed like a late bloomer, but really only because she was so much younger than the others. She was sweet and innocent on one side and wild and daring on the other. Like the other seniors, she kept her pussy partly shaved and totally trimmed. That was their style. Her breasts were soft with large round areolae and thick nipples. But once you saw her face, it was hard to notice anything else. It was elfin. Her face was even younger than the rest of her. She was wide-eyed and mischievous.
“Nobody else has actually given me an orgasm,” she whispered. “Not that I haven’t been touched, but never quite got there. Brian, will you show me how? Please take me to bed. My permissions stand.”
I caught Josh’s eye and asked him to be responsible for seeing the fire was out. He nodded and went back to cuddling Cassie and Mary. I picked up Pam and carried her to my bed.
Pam is damn, damn, damn cute. She has dark blonde hair that is sort of streakish with darker brown. I’d have thought she did some fancy dye job on it if it weren’t for the fact that I’d watched the streaks become more pronounced as we spent the summer in the sun. It was cut short in a pixie cut that left bangs that swept down to her left eyebrow. Her nose was short and turned up slightly at the end. She had a cupid’s bow mouth that just begged to be kissed.
So I did.
She was timid with her kisses but when I got playful and nipped at her lips with my teeth, she joined right in.
“I’m not very good at it,” she giggled. “At kissing, I mean.”
“What gave you that idea? I’m liking kissing you. Are you not enjoying it?”
“I’m loving it. I just kind of always smash my lips together and stick out my tongue.”
“We’ll get to that,” I said, tracing her lips lightly with the tip of my tongue. Her tongue darted out but I pulled back just enough that she couldn’t get it in my mouth. She licked my lips instead. I’d had the best kissing instructor in the world in Renee. And though I didn’t kiss her often, Sandy had shown me she was just as good. Of course, we all learn from our partners and I kind of hoped George was getting some good lessons from Dawn if the way Pam kissed was learned from him. There is nothing that turns me on more than kissing, and my experience with other girls led me to believe it was true with them as well. As we played with our lips and teeth and tongues, Pam’s breathing sped up and I could see a flush appear on her skin. I held her and let my right hand trail up and down her back and butt, then back up the outside of her thigh and across her hips and ribs under her arm. Her breath caught as I got close to her breast and when I didn’t touch it, she moaned.
If she’d never had an orgasm from another person, I reasoned that it had probably been rushed. I was willing to bet George had had orgasms, just from the way Pam was petting my cock and rubbing it against her tummy. It would be easy to lose control and spurt all over her. I might later, but not yet.
When I traced the curve of her breast, she pushed it out toward me, moaning her approval and frustration at my unwillingness to maul her. I teased at her breasts and ran my fingertips from their soft curve down toward her navel. She sucked in her tummy as if trying to give me more room to get to the good stuff. I stopped at the touch of her hair, though, and worked my way around to her back and up to where I could caress her exposed neck.
Finally, I started trailing kisses down Pam’s chin and neck and across her shoulders. She inhaled and held her breath. I was afraid the poor girl would pass out if I didn’t actually touch her nipples this time. I did. Her moan was more a cry this time, but I didn’t think she’d actually come. She was just getting warmed up. After paying a lot of attention to her nipples with my tongue, lips, and fingers—and receiving a lot of encouragement—I started drifting downward. I’ve found that women’s stomachs are very sensitive and highly erogenous. And I love them. Pam’s was no different. When I reached that magic place just above her pelvic bone and to the left of her navel, she was whimpering and she was thrusting her pussy up at me. It was time.
My erection was pretty painful by this time and I imagined myself just moving up between her legs and pushing into her. Her lubrication was dripping out of her pussy to run down between her butt cheeks. But that wasn’t part of the deal. No penetration. And when I saw the membrane stretched across the opening of her pussy, all thought of penetration—even with a finger—fled my mind. Instead, I started low and began tracing with my tongue the outlines of what Angela had shown me about the clitoris. Like with her nipples, Pam was eager to get me to her hotspot, but I examined everything between her legs with my tongue, all the way from her anus to just before I touched her clit.
Pam was becoming quite vocal and I heard moans coming from other of my hearthmates as the bed shifted. I reached up to tweak her nipples between my first and second fingers as I laved her clit with my tongue for the first time. Her pitch rose an octave and before she could come down, I latched onto the nub with my lips and pressed against it with my tongue.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh God! Oh yes!” she screamed. She thrashed around so much that I lost my grip on her nipples and had to use my hands on her butt to keep her pussy up against my mouth without getting my teeth knocked out. I didn’t let up. I kept pressing against her clit and then licking around her opening. Then I returned to pressing her clit and squeezing the hood with my lips. The last ‘yes’ that I heard her scream morphed into a high-pitched screech that went on for as long as I held my tongue against her clit. Then everything relaxed and silence reigned. Pam had fully passed out. I put gentle kisses all over her pussy and lay my head against her thigh.
My cock was pulled into someone’s mouth and after sliding in and out twice, I began spraying my spunk. I looked down and Cassie was lovingly cleaning me off.
“Now you can cuddle with her,” she whispered as she crawled away.
I did cuddle. As it turned out, I cuddled Pam all night long. She didn’t wake up after her orgasm until it was time for forms in the morning. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me and smiled. She kissed me and licked the remains of her juices from my lips. She didn’t say anything but had a big, silly grin on her face when she left the room and returned to the dorm.
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