I could still taste the cum in my mouth and my lips and hands were kind of stiff and sticky.I could still taste the cum in my mouth and my lips and hands were kind of stiff and sticky. As I dreamed on I began to explore my own body. Feeling my tits like Brian did...pinching my nipples and rubbing the firm little mounds that totally filled my hands. I was making myself feel the same way. I had no idea I could this to myself and it felt wonderful. I kept rubbing and squeezing and pinching. I started sliding one hand down over my body to my tummy, I could feel the edge of my panties. I kept caressing my tits with my left hand slowly slid the other one under my panties and over the soft little mound new hair. I could feel wetness on the back of my hand. My panties were all wet. I felt my pussy, It too was all wet. It felt like Brian's cum. I started to rub up and down on it like I did on Brian's prick. I was breathing very heavy now and my my hips were moving with the motion of my hand. "OH Brians prick, Brian's prick!!!!" I cried out and arched my back and pushed a finger inside my soaking wet cunt and SCREAMED OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, and a feeling came over me like a tidal wave as if my body was being tickled by thousands of feathers, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and I came and came and came, and came, and came............ After that wonderfully, inlighting afternoon I only saw Brian in school a couple of times, we only said Hi as we passed in the halls and nothing more. Brian would give me a wink and a smile and just keep walking. I never tried for anything more. After that day in the tree house both Brian and I were different. We had changed some how, I wasn't quite sure how, but nothing would ever be the same. Not for me, for Brian, or the rest of our little sex club. There would be no more fun in the tree house, no more hand jobs for Rob, John, or David, and no more sucking on Brian's big, thick, marvelous cock. |