Annemarie 2 [Mf]

Part 2.

Fourteen years later, and Annemarie was as desireable as she was when I first met her. It was her, I know it. But how could she be? She looked exactly as I remembered her. It couldn’t be her, She turned away and spoke to someone who came strolling through the doors. It was an older and even more stunning version of the Annemarie I recalled.

I was stunned, I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. I had lost any sense of reality. It was like time had folded on itself and I was seeing two Annemaries at the same time, one as I remembered her, and one as she is likely to have been as she grew older.

My cock immediately felt the presence of Annemarie. It remembered the first time it penetrated her, forcing its way through her hymen. It remembered the grasping of her slick cunt walls pulling it into her, welcoming its intrusion.

There, right there, my cock got hard, just like it did all those years ago.

The first time we got together I masturbated her and ate her pussy to two wonderful orgasms. My chair, my shirt, my floor, my hair, my mouth, my face were all covered with her squirted love juices. It was wonderful.

Fortunately, Sandra, my then wife, then at work, didn’t come into the room I used as my office often, so I had plenty of time to clean it all up and get deodoriser onto it. My shirt, I soaked, telling Sandra I had spilt tomato ketchup on it. For me, I had a quick shower and washed my hair before she got home that afternoon.

Annemarie was only twelve years old at the time and I knew if it went bad, I was in so much trouble. I really felt like that professor in Nabakov’s book, hopelessly lost.

The week between her first and second visit was very slow. It dragged. Each day seemed endless, I was distracted, waiting for Annemarie. Oh, i did my job, I also tutured three or four other students, highschool sophmores and seniors wanting to maximise their chances of going ivy league. Annemarie was the only student I had booked on her day, and I put anyone else into another day.

I saw her around occasionally, spoke to her, spoke to her Mom, let her know that Annemarie’s tutoring was off to a good start. Her Mom told me there was a test coming up soon, and that would tell if the tutoring was working. I responded by saying that I was confident Annemarie would be ready for it. Annemarie did a much better job of being normal around me than I was around her. I just wanted to get her horizontal, and not care about who was watching.

Finally, the moment came and she rang my doorbell, complete with her books. I welcomed her in, closed the door and took her into my arms, and kissed her. She hugged me and kissed me back. “Whew!” she said when we broke, “You must have been a little lonely then! And I can feel your cock!” as she reached down caressing it, “Nice and hard.”

“Waiting for you my love, waiting for you.”

“‘My love’, that’s nice. Am I your love?”

“You are, my secret love, and never doubt it.”

“Can you do to me what you did last time?”

“Oh yeah, and this time, I am going to show you what really happens when a man and a woman get together.”

“A woman?”

“Yes, after today, you will very definitely be a woman.”

“And I haven’t even had a period yet.” she smiled.

Do you think that brought me down to earth with a big thud. I was struck by my lust and her age. I didn’t care about consequences anymore, I wanted her. I was going to have her – today.

I picked her up and carried her to the my office, really a spare bedroom, books and all. I already had everything prepared, and her something less than 90lbs was easy to carry. I laid her on the sofa/bed and kissed her again, and again. I ran my hands over her body slowly pushing her dress up and her little girl white panties down. I pushed her legs apart and again buried my face in her pussy. She had a light covering of downy red hair, soft and springy, still forming and I licked her clit, her labia, drinking all the fluids I got from her.

Every now and again, I would stop and take more clothes off her, and myself until we were both buck naked. She squirmed as I lapped her, rustling the plastic sheet I had placed over the pullout bed, with a couple of towels I had bought for the occasion under us. I pushed my tongue into her as deeply as I could.

It wasn’t long before I felt her trembling climax become a huge spasm. Holding my mouth over her twat, I made sure that some of her expelled juices were caught in me. She was flat on her back and while she collapsed onto the bed she wasn’t in danger of passing out like she almost did last time.

“Oooohhh fuck! That is so nice!” she said as she recovered.

I got a pillow and indicated she should lift her hips off the bed and let me slide the pillow under her pert little ass.

“You going to fuck me now?”

“No, I will never fuck you my love. I will always be making love with you,” I said as gently as I could.

“OK, will it hurt? When you put it in?”

“I heard it does, but it is like an injection, it stings a bit, then is a little uncomfortable, but then it gets better.” I was hoping that because of her age, her hymen would still be soft enough to tear or separate easily. “But what I really want you to do is to pay attention to every detail, every movement, see what you can feel, concentrate on my cock inside your love hole.” She nodded and asked if I was afraid she would forget it. “No, this is a very special moment for us both and I want you to be able to tell me everything you can about it, after.”

Annemarie nodded and spread her legs as far as she could, exposing that lovely little bush with its lines of thin, puffy lips. I knelt between her milky thighs and lowered myself onto her. I held much of my weight on my elbows and knees, as I felt my pubes being squashed by contact with her mons. I kissed her as my cock pushed and probed at her labia, looking to engage with her love tunnel.

My knob felt her lips slide apart as it easily swept up and down and then I hit my target. I felt my knob slide in a little way, then some more, her slick cunt wrapping itself around my engorged tool.

Annemarie oohhed at the feeling of my cock at the entrance portal to her womb. I asked if she was ready and she said she was. In one swift, sharp thrust, I punched through her hymen and buried my fleshy sword right up to the hilt. Annemarie clenched in pain, crying out a soft arhh, but she didn’t scream, which was a good thing. Her hot flesh held every bit of me and my dick just tingled with the thrill of being so deep within her.

I didn’t move for a bit and asked her if she was ok. She said she was, but she was filled up like she had never been by any injection. I told her to be patient for a bit and allow her body to get used to my cock being inside her. I lay on her, kissing her face, her lips, as she held me, assuring me it was all good, that she felt wonderful with me inside her.

I started moving, slowly sliding my cock back and then easing it back into her. Between moans she said that she could feel the knob sliding along the walls of her love canal, in and out, filling her and then leaving her. She wrapped her arms around me and urged me to speed up a little and I said, “If I did then I am likely to not last very long. I’ll cum because you are really very tight and this is such a good feeling.”

I remember everything about that first time we had sex. Her look, her sighs and moans, her gasps, her shivering in delight, her smell, her skin on mine. I remember how she tasted, how she felt, the little goosebumps that appeared on her chest, her flushed colour, her nipples standing up, and the way her eyes lost focus as I released my semen into her. I remember everything, even the little dribble of drool at the corner of her mouth that I kissed away. I loved her.

My heart throbbed as I pounded her pussy, my cock swelled as I shot load after load into her. Annemarie didn’t faint, but she lost focus for a while, not long, but it was noticable. My cock stayed rigid as I slowed my pumping in and out of her. I must have poured a gallon of cum into her, it was so slick it felt like the friction that drew the cum out of me almost completely disappeared. It was wonderful.

I stopped my movement, lying on her, collapsed is a better term here, gasping for air. She held me tight and moved slightly, kissing me to life.

“Aaahhhh,” she moaned, “That was… unbelievable.”

I kissed her and allowed her to hold me on top of her. “This feels just right,” she whispered, “You on top, your cock in my pussy, I love it.” So did I and I told her then kissed her deeply.

“Is it always like his?”

“It gets better, actually. As you learn more, you will get to know what you are doing, and like anything, practice makes perfect.”

“Oh good, lots of fucking then!” She must have felt me move at that comment, “Love making.”

And so it was, sometimes twice a week and during the school breaks, almost every day, but that is for later. For a year this went on. Almost every opportunity we go we had sex, or she would suck me, and she learned how to do it really, really well. Her periods started shortly after that first time, whether there was a connection between them, I don’t know. While we were very careful about safe sex, she didn’t like condoms at all. She learned quickly that she could go on the Pill if she had period problems, so she had dreadful period problems, making life difficult for her mother. Mom acquiesced and put her on the Pill.

This went on for a year. No-one knew, I thought, then one day, it all turned to shit. I was working on a set of drawings and there was a knock on the door. When I answered it, there was a woman and a man there.

“Mr. Jerry Todd?”

“Yes,” I said, they had to be cops. They were. Next thing I knew I was in custody, and taken to the nearest precinct for questioning about my relationship with a fourteen year old girl.

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