Date: Wed, 06 Aug 2008 11:25:09 -0400 From: NA Subject: Robby and Jake Part IV Robby, immobilized in limbo between the tenuous forces of insecurity and sexual carelessness, stands over the bed, watching the now panting Sara explore her virgin body. The satin of the bed sheets mingles with the tender skin of her backside, and she sways her body sideways so every uncovered inch feels itself being entangled by a Bouillabaisse of intoxicating passion. Robby's penis has now swelled to its maximum size, and is aching to be released from the confines of his now stretched-out jeans. First he kicks his shoes off, effortlessly, and begins to rub himself. Those dark tan hands massage his firm young body, tracing down from his nipples to below his belly button. They slip under the jeans momentarily, pause to vaguely itch his masculine clump of body hair, and undo the button to his jeans. He stands trembling as Sara's eyes pierce him in agonizing anticipation. Sara giggles to break the palpable tension. "Same time Robby?" Her eyes glimmer and he looks at her flabbergasted, unable to believe his good fortune. Robby replies, "yeah, um, sure..." His words trail off and he undoes the zipper to his jeans, both hands now inside them, ready to pull down his jeans and boxers in one motion. He waits for Sara's command, which comes in the form of her slinking her fingers back under her jeans and undoing her zipper as well. Robby can no longer control his shivering and tense fingers. He gets Sara's attention with a flicker of his eyes and she focuses intently on his abdominal region. Releasing himself he thrusts his jeans and boxers down in one swoop, leaving them lying down around his knees. His engorged and firm penis finally escapes and springs upward, standing perfectly erect and at attention. Robby blushes profusely as Sara's eyes widen and she emits a deep, sensual gasp of pleasure. "Robby, that's so much, so much, bigger than Max's!" Her eyes confirm her sincerity, and the increasing size of the puddle spotting the crotch of her jeans confirms her attraction. Robby, encouraged by this new piece of information and yearning to ravage Sara's body, lets his hand slide up his thigh and begin caressing his balls and the shaft of his penis. Sara begins to whimper again upon seeing this, and outside in the hallway, Jake has his shorts around his ankles. Sara sorts through her cluttered and spastic emotions and formulates an acceptable intention. She squirms slightly and shuffles her body forward, managing to push herself to her feet. As she hops of the bed she struts closer to Robby, her jeans and matching light blue thong lowered so her creamy white butt and pulsating pussy are exposed. Robby's cock stands at piqued attention still, eagerly awaiting whatever Sara has in mind. Sara's nearly at a loss for words, and although she loves to "talk dirty" to arouse a boy, she's having trouble thinking coherently because the specter of Robby pleasuring her continues to permeate her thoughts. Sara saunters forward, her eyes glued upon Robby's throbbing member, intent on pleasing him until he is constricted into returning the favor. Her cunning does not show on her unsullied visage of innocence. A small smirk forms along the edges of her lips, and as one hand stretches forward to pull Robby into her, the other rests on his abs and begins descending. Robby emits a short gasp of pleasure, shutting his eyes tight, determined to heighten his other senses, most notably his sensitivity to touch. Sara begins to stroke his penis, evenly rubbing up and down its hard shaft. Her other hand pulls him close to her, so she can feel him breathing heavily onto her forehead as she fondles him. Sara rubs smoothly, sliding her hand back and forth over the full length of Robby's manhood. Robby stands confidently, his eyes now gazing down, spellbound by Sara's sensual actions. Sara's tongue presses up against his chest, exploring its protruding width. Robby's muscles convulse as she does this, and the tip of her tongue darts to his nipples like an attracted magnet. Her eyes gaze up at him, revealing the inner childlike curiosity she has about the lustrous male body, and Robby's exemplifies it in its most masterful form. More moans escape from him, as her tongue glides over his nipples, which are now hard and covered with a thin film of Sara's saliva. Sensing his fantasies coming true, Sara begins to descend. Her legs bend slightly as her tongue lowers down Robby's torso until it pauses just below his belly button. A thin, barely discernable strip of hair leads down to his crotch, and she runs a single finger down it before her whole demure hand grasps onto his cock. Robby's moans increase in volume as Sara begins tugging on it, stroking it firmly but gently and pulling Robby's body closer to her. He knows the indubitable conclusion to this encounter and a corner of his mind is plagued with trepidation. He's never done it before, never been inside a girl, never been so wholly in charge of an interaction, and his young, powerful body is giddy and tremulous for the opportunity. Sara is now on her knees, kissing Robby's left thigh as she strokes his throbbing, rigid penis. Its firmness is augmented by his balls, which have now tightened up, forcing him to thrust his already long penis further outward. Sara's probing tongue comes dangerously close to licking Robby's balls, with their small springy hairs protruding from them, but she stops herself, wanting to tease him for just a few more moments. There is nearly a puddle in her unzipped jeans, staining her satin thong, and she knows she won't be able to contain her pussy's desires for stimulation much longer, especially in the presence of such an overwhelming and engorged cock.