The Touch Ch. 08

Suddenly I felt her legs go limp and then we were falling, her weight pulling me forward onto her as we crashed onto the bed, the jolt jerking me hard into her right up to the root. She screamed again as I unintentionally impaled her roughly, "Aaaaah!" Then we were laughing and holding each other and she was kissing my face and lips, her hands holding my buttocks urging me ever deeper into her as she raised her knees and hooked her heels over my legs to exert even more force. "Ah, yes! " she shouted, "Yes! Don't stop ..... Harder....! Harder .....!"

I needed no urging, I was totally absorbed with the sensations centred on my rock hard prick and started to thrust long and hard, drawing half my length slowly back and then ramming forward with Debbie meeting each violent thrust measure for measure. We fucked like that for a long time. Her fists were beating on my shoulders and back, her heels drumming against the back of my knees and her thighs pressing down on mine pulling me deep into her with each stroke. We were moaning, gasping and grunting with exertion, as we pounded each other closer and closer to the peak of sensation, then suddenly Debbie was screaming wordlessly and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably and I felt her pussy pulsing around my engorged and throbbing cock, then she went limp and whispered hoarsely into my ear, "Oh, Fuck, Jamie! You made me cum! That was fantastic...!"

I hadn't released and was still rammed tight into her so I began to thrust gently back and forth and after a minute or so she started to meet my motions again, her pussy was now really hot and tight and I could feel the pressure exerted on the tip of my tool each time I plumbed deep into her with a forward stroke. I was really near to eruption, when I felt her hand slip between us as she inserted the tip of her finger into her slit and started to rub her clit. I had never had a girl masturbate at the same time as we were fucking and it was a strange but erotic sensation. Then I felt her start to cum again, her groin smashed up hard against mine, she impaled herself forcefully onto my erection and I rammed into her with all the force in my hips and legs until suddenly she was jerking and screaming and I could hold back no longer and my jiz exploded into her in a long hot pulsing stream.

I reached across and grabbed the duvet cover and flung it over us and we lay together like that for some time with my softening dick still inside her, arms around each other and coated in a thin film of perspiration. This was not the first time I had fucked Debbie in this bed, not even the third or fourth, but each time was different for both of us. Debs was sweet, passionate, fun to be with and a bloody good shag.

Later, I looked at my watch. "We had better get up," I whispered in her ear, "it's nearly nine o'clock and you have got to drive back to your father's place!"

"I don't want to!" she pouted like a little girl putting her parts on, "I'm warm and satisfied and I feel like my legs have been fucked off of my body!" She tightened her arms around my neck, "Just one more little kiss and then I'll get up, OK?"

Ten minutes later I dragged her forcibly off the bed, giggling and wresting with each other. We got dressed and locked up the mobile home and then Debbie drove me back home and we sat at the kerbside by our front gates. I was a bit worried about Debbie driving the fifty odd miles back to Maidenhead in the dark on her own, but she was OK with the prospect and I knew she was a good driver.

"Call me when you get home!" I instructed her firmly, "Just to let me know you got in safely....I'll sit up and wait. OK?" We touched lips lightly and I got out of the car and watched her drive off then crunched up the drive.

I opened the front door and the first thing I saw was Emma, sitting on the stairs in her dressing gown. She looked a bit miffed and pouty; I wondered if she had had a row with Mum again. "Hi, Emms!" I called cheerfully; I felt good after shagging Debbie and was not in the mood for an argument tonight.

"Who was that you were with tonight?" she asked snappily.

"Oh, Debbie Fowler, from work, you remember her.... don't you, we all used to go out together in the summer?" I replied.

"Mmmm, yes," she said. "Are you two an item then? Are you dating her, or just screwing her, or what?"

"Emma, that's none of your business!" I snapped back, then for the sake of peace added in a conciliatory tone, "but, if you must know we are just friends," I lied, "she asked me to help her with moving something, that's all." Then added, "Debbie and Joanna will be coming back to work next week, it will be nice for you to have other girls about the place again, eh?"

She stood up and started up the stairs, then paused and looked back over her shoulder, "Sod you, Jamie Riley!" she spat back at me, and then ran up and away into her room, slamming the door. I just stood in the hall with my mouth hanging open, totally amazed, what was that all about? What had happened to the sister who had said 'I love you, Jay' and given me a 'Best Brother in the World' mug a few days ago.

Mum was standing in the doorway to the kitchen; she had obviously heard our argument.

I followed her into the kitchen and she handed me a mug of coffee.

"What was that about?" I asked, "What did I do?"

"Nothing, Jamie dear," she replied, "Sometimes teenage girls can be very possessive of the men in their lives, especially older brothers, it's nothing, just ignore it and she will get over it."

I sat up reading until the telephone went about eleven, it was Debbie, she was home safely. She was obviously alone because she teased me with crude suggestions and vulgar comments, then we said good night. Mum had already gone to bed and so I locked up and went up to my room. I noticed that the light was showing under the door of Emma's room, and thought about going in and speaking to her, but took Mum's advice and just left well alone.

Mum was right as usual, in the morning Emma seemed OK again, and I put the incident out of my mind.