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Out of Hand	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 17168 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 7: Lame-O No Mo
As Lincoln began to awaken, the first thing he became aware of was something warm and wet moving rhythmically against his balls. Someone was licking them.
He made a faint sigh of pleasure. Then he became aware of a second thing: daylight, shining pink through his eyelids. So much light coming through his little round bedroom window could only mean that it was sunny outside, and that there was a blanket of white snow on the ground.
Lincoln opened his eyes and saw only the ceiling of his room. Then, as he groaned and began to lift his head, the licking stopped, and a familiar blonde head in a red baseball cap popped up into view.
“Mornin', Linc,” Lana said brightly. Lincoln noticed that the baseball cap was the only thing the six-year-old had on.
“What time is it?” Lincoln mumbled, blinking slowly against the sunlight. Then, faster and louder, he asked, “No, wait—What day is it?”
“It's Sunday, duh,” Lana jibed.
Lincoln sat bolt upright and realized that he was still in his polo and jeans, although Lana had obviously unzipped the jeans to get at his balls.
“I slept through the whole rest of Saturday?!” he cried.
“Yeah, you were pretty beat after that orgy. Don't worry, Mom told Lynn to let you sleep last night, so Lynn wasn't mad about missing her turn on the signup sheet. I think she was still after-glowing from that fuck you gave her at lunchtime, anyway.”
That was a relief to hear, but his session with Lynn was only one of the things Lincoln had missed. He and Clyde had planned to go to the arcade on Saturday afternoon, and he'd had a sex date with Cristina set for the hour before dinner time. Now, Lincoln would have to apologize to both of them. Then there was the school project that he'd planned to spend an hour on yesterday and that he would now need to budget two hours for today if he didn’t want it to spill over into Christmas-vacation time. But that would be tricky—not only did he have a sex-and-lunch date with Girl Jordan at noon, but the Casagrandes were supposed to arrive in the late afternoon or early evening, by which time Lincoln's room, like the rest of the house, would have to be spotless if Lincoln was to avoid ticking off his parents and tempting them to curtail his sexual activities.
“Aaaaanyway,” Lana said, putting her hand on Lincoln's exposed, partially erect cock, “now that you're awake, you ready to put this bad boy up me? I might even be in the mood to take it in my puss.”
Both Lincoln and his cock perked up. Only once in a blue moon did Lana want his member anywhere but deep in her ass.
“Well then,” he said, patting his thighs, “mount up, cowgirl.”
As Lana climbed on top of him, Lincoln thought, I'll make time for homework and apologies later. Somehow.
***
The Louds were ready and waiting when Bobby Santiago’s red pickup and Carlos and Frida Casagrandes’ red sedan pulled up in front of the house at five-thirty that evening. Members of the Casagrande clan poured out of the cars to embrace the various Louds who rushed outside to greet them and usher them into the house. The first one to grab Lincoln was Ronnie Anne's Aunt Frida, who hugged him fiercely.
“Feliz Navidad, Linquito!” she shouted.
“Merry Christmas!” Lincoln squeaked with as much air as remained in his lungs.
As soon as Freda's hold on Lincoln loosened, Ronnie Anne's cousin Carlota snatched Lincoln out of her mother's arms and seized him in her own.
“Hey there, Linc!” she shouted. Then her voice dropped to a mock whisper. “You didn't hear it from me, but Ronnie Anne totally wants to kiss you under the mistletoe. What's your favorite flavor of lip gloss?”
“Carlota, knock it off!” a familiar voice demanded. Lincoln turned and found a familiar face, too.
“Ronnie Anne!” he shouted gleefully as he pulled out of Carlota's embrace.
“Hey, Lame-O!” Ronnie Anne replied, practically running into his arms and giving him a big hug. “It's so great to see you!” Then, her hand moving around on his back, she added, “Hey, did you put on some muscle?”
“Yeah, I guess I did,” Lincoln replied. “And you look great!”
“Thanks!” She leaned forward and murmured, “Sometimes I let Carlota use her skin-care stuff on me. It just makes her so happy.”
“Hey,” Lincoln said, “you want to go downtown and look at the big Christmas tree? I know it’s probably a shrub compared to the one in Great Lakes City, but-”
“That sounds great!” Ronnie Anne replied. Then she looked up at her mother. “That okay, Mom?”
“Sure, sweetie,” Maria Santiago replied. “Just be back in time for dinner. Mr. Loud is cooking for us tonight.”
“He’s making a huge batch of his pork goulash,” Rita added. “It’s a big hit at the restaurant—and at our house, too. He even drafted Leni, Luna, and Luan to help him make it.”
Lincoln wasn’t surprised that his sisters were being so helpful. The less time their father had to spend in the kitchen, the more he could spend in their bedrooms. Although that would be harder to get away with now that the Louds had houseguests.
After greeting the rest of the Casagrandes, Lincoln threw on his jacket, hat, and mittens. Then he came out to where Ronnie Anne was waiting for him by the door—and was surprised when she took his mittened hand in hers.
“See you guys later!” Ronnie Anne called. Then Lincoln shut the door behind them.
Ronnie Anne wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into her. Back when she was still living in Royal Woods, her relationship with Lincoln had been complicated, but by the end it was clear that they were just friends and not dating. Which was how Ronnie Anne had wanted it.
Or so she thought. But now, Lincoln seemed like a different person. No, she thought, not a different person, because Lincoln seemed to be the same sweet, fun guy he had always been. But now, on top of that, there was something new about him, something compelling. He didn't look much different since the last time Ronnie Anne had seen him in person, yet somehow, she now found him significantly more attractive. Not just to the eye, but on a gut level, too. She hadn't even meant to grab his hand; she had just found herself doing it. And once his hand was in hers, she didn't want to let go of it.
It was a half-mile walk to the center of town, and Lincoln and Ronnie Anne spent it catching up, swapping funny stories about their families, and throwing the odd snowball at each other. It felt like the old days when Ronnie Anne lived in Royal Woods, except that now, Lincoln didn't have to endure constant mockery from his male peers for holding a girl's hand. In fact, now that he thought about it, it seemed like he was taking a lot less crap from the boys about that sort of thing in general, even though he was spending more time around girls than ever. Even when Lincoln and Ronnie Anne passed by a group of boys who were in Lincoln's grade at Royal Woods Elementary, all they did was say hi or nod in his direction as he walked by.
Maybe the guys are just getting more mature, he thought.
They ran into Stella and Girl Jordan, who were walking the other way down the sidewalk.
“Hey, Linc,” Stella said.
“Good to see you, Ronnie Anne,” Girl Jordan added.
“We're on our way to my mom's dumb carol sing,” Stella said. Then, a bit suggestively, she added, “Hope you have a nice visit with Lincoln, Ronnie Anne.”
“You two have fuuuun,” Girl Jordan sang, and then she and Stella went on their way.
“What was that about?” Ronnie Anne asked.
“Uh, beats me,” Lincoln said. Except that maybe the girls aren't maturing as fast as the boys, he thought. Then, feeling the need to change the subject, he pointed up the street and said, “Look, there's the tree!”
They reached the town square and gazed at the twenty-two-foot Douglas fir that stood in the center of it, strung with white lights and festooned with shiny colored balls. But there was more to see than just the tree: Nearby, a local church youth choir was singing Christmas carols, vendors were selling roasted chestnuts and hot chocolate, and a street performer was juggling three flaming torches—at least until he slipped on the snowy sidewalk and, flailing, chucked them all into a snowbank, making Lincoln and Ronnie Anne laugh. Then Ronnie Anne pointed at something beyond the embarrassed performer as the man tried vainly to reignite his damp torches.
“Hey, a photo booth!” Ronnie Anne said. “Let's go do it!”
Still holding his hand, Ronnie Anne led Lincoln to the booth and put a couple dollar bills in the slot before they ducked through the booth's red curtain.
The interior of the booth was decorated in a Christmas theme. Behind Lincoln and Ronnie Anne was a backdrop showing Santa's workshop at the North Pole, with Saint Nick himself flying overhead with his team of reindeer. In front of them, a timer above the lens of the camera counted down to when the first picture would be taken.
Still in the grip of the spontaneous impulse that had caused Ronnie Anne to drag Lincoln into this booth in the first place, she said, “Let's do the first one like this!” then threw her arm around his shoulder and stuck her tongue out at the camera. Lincoln did the same, and the flash went off a moment later.
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne had been in photo booths before, and Lincoln had always loved it, doing goofy poses and making faces at the camera with her. But when he noticed something dangling above them and looked to see what it was, he realized that this photo booth experience could end up being even more fun than those.
“Check it out,” he said, pointing upward. “Mistletoe.”
Ronnie Anne looked up at it, then looked back down at him with a sly little smile.
“Well,” she said, “we can't just ignore mistletoe when it's hanging right over our heads. That's, like, Christmas law.”
“Yeah,” Lincoln replied. “We'd get coal in our stockings for sure.”
The timer above the camera lens showed that only two seconds remained until the next picture. So, with his mittened hands, Lincoln grasped Ronnie Anne's face and pulled it to his, their lips just making contact as the flash went off.
Ronnie Anne had kissed Lincoln before, of course, but this was different—and not merely because no one got punched or yelled at afterward. The moment of contact between their lips felt electric, sending a zing of excitement through her body. And the moment it was over, all she wanted was to do it again. Fortunately, the timer was already counting down to the next picture, and Lincoln seemed eager to strike a new pose.
“Hey,” he said, “wanna sit in my lap for the next one? We can pretend you're telling Santa what you want for Christmas.”
Ronnie Anne grinned. “I don't think good little girls usually kiss Santa when they tell him their Christmas wish.”
Lincoln grinned back. “Who said you had to be good?”
“True that.”
The timer was almost at zero, so Ronnie Anne jumped onto Lincoln's lap. She turned her head and kissed him just as the flash went off.
But they didn't stop kissing. Ronnie Anne felt something hard in Lincoln's lap, and before she could even really think about what it was, she found herself grinding her bottom against it and kissing Lincoln more passionately.
Lincoln didn't know how this little Christmas excursion could have gone better. If he'd had to make a list of all the girls he hadn't yet been with sexually but wanted to, Ronnie Anne would have been at the top. Which was why, he supposed, his hand—now mitten-less—was on Ronnie Anne's chest, squeezing one of her little breasts through her reindeer-print sweater when the flash went off for the fourth and final time.
Before Lincoln knew what was happening, Ronnie Anne had leaped up from his lap, dashed out of the booth, and snatched the strip of pictures out of the little metal tray by the door. She was holding them up and looking at them when Lincoln came out, at which point she stepped close and put her side against his.
Quietly but with unmistakable glee, Ronnie Anne said, “Lincoln Loud put his hand on my boob, and I have proof.”
Lincoln's eyebrows rose. “And, um, what are you going to do with that proof?”
Ronnie Anne didn't have an answer for that; she had just been teasing Lincoln out of habit. But now a thought came to her.
“Oh, nothing,” she said with mock innocence. Then, rather less innocently, she added, “As long as you give me what I want for Christmas.”
“I already got you a present,” Lincoln replied nervously.
“I don't mean that,” Ronnie Anne replied. Then she tapped the incriminating picture with her thumb. “I mean more of this. Maybe later, up in your room?”
Ronnie Anne was surprised at her own behavior, but at the same time she felt a swell of smug pride. If Lincoln could be insanely bold, then so could she.
Lincoln felt a simultaneous rush of relief and arousal. Then he replied, “You know, we wouldn't have to stop there. I could give you the whole-” he pressed his groin against her hip “-package.”
‘Give you the whole package?’ Lincoln thought as he pulled away from Ronnie Anne. That's so cheeseball! What am I thinking?
But Ronnie Anne was much more focused on the substance of what Lincoln said than on his choice of words.
OMG, she thought. Is he talking about sex? Like, putting his wiener in my hot dog bun kind of sex?
The thought was shocking—and profoundly arousing. But she didn't dare show Lincoln how much he had thrown her, or excited her.
“We'll see,” she replied noncommittally. Then she took Lincoln's hand, and they began to walk back to the house.
“Oh,” Lincoln said, “and in case you were wondering, my favorite lip gloss flavor is cherry.”
“I'll bet it is.”
***
Shortly after Lincoln and Ronnie Anne returned, the two families assembled for dinner. The two eleven-year-olds were grateful that they had just barely made the cut to sit at the dining table instead of being stuck at the large folding table in the living room with all of Lincoln's younger sisters plus Carl, CJ, and Carlitos. Between Lana and Carl, Lincoln thought, a food fight was sure to break out, and Lincoln preferred to spend this evening with Ronnie Anne without getting a faceful of mashed potatoes.
Once dinner was over, most of the kids piled into the living room to watch holiday specials on TV. Lori and Leni practically dragged Carlota up to their room to exchange gossip and makeup tips, and all of the adults chatted over decaf coffee in the kitchen—except for Ronnie Anne's bookish Uncle Carlos, whom Lisa invited to her room to see the “virtual observatory” she was devising.
“It compiles data from various orbital telescopes to create a 3D representation of the observable univershe,” Lisa explained as Carlos followed her upstairs.
“Fascinating,” Carlos replied. “And all of those telescopes’ data are freely available to the public?”
“Um, sure.”
Lincoln was borderline-horny already, and he briefly considered sneaking Ronnie Anne up to his room immediately; with so many people in the house, it might take a while for anyone to miss them. But Lincoln could afford to be patient, because while the oldest and youngest Casagrandes were staying in a house rented through FlightC&C (as Luan had put it, “Our casa just isn't grande enough for everyone! Hahaha!”), the three oldest kids would be sleeping at the Loud house. Carlota would be on an inflatable mattress in Lori and Leni's room, Ronnie Anne would roll out her sleeping bag between Lynn and Lucy's beds, and Bobby would take the sofa downstairs. What was more, the signup sheet had been suspended for the duration of the Casagrandes' visit; thus, Lincoln could potentially have hours alone with Ronnie Anne later on that night. So Lincoln and Ronnie Anne stayed downstairs and watched TV with the other kids until the bulk of the Casagrandes said their good-nights and headed off to their lodgings.
Well after everyone had gone to bed, Lincoln heard his bedroom door creak open. He'd been too excited to sleep, but he'd kept his eyes shut so that they would be fully adapted to the dim light of the room when this moment came. Sign-up sheet or no, it was always possible that one of the girls would show up anyway, horny and looking for a quiet fuck.
But the figure in the doorway was definitely Ronnie Anne. Lincoln would have recognized that ponytailed silhouette anywhere.
Quietly, she shut the door behind her. Only then did Lincoln sit up on the edge of his bed and pat the spot next to him.
“C'mon over,” he whispered.
Ronnie Anne had to suppress an insane giggle. She could barely believe that she'd just sneaked into Lincoln's room under cover of night for a makeout session.
And maybe more than that, she thought giddily.
She sat down next to him. Maybe it was the cool December air, but she was acutely aware of Lincoln's body heat, even though they weren't actually touching.
She leaned over and kissed him. It was just a peck, but then Lincoln put his arms around her, and she kissed him again, this time making it last longer. She flashed back to kissing Lincoln in the photo booth and feeling that hardness in his pants, and she found that she was deeply curious to know whether his pajama bottoms were sporting any such hardness now. She sneaked a peek at his crotch, but the room was too dimly lit for her to see any details there.
Lincoln now took the initiative and kissed Ronnie Anne while running his hands up and down her back. Then one hand came around to the front and began fondling her small breast through her nightgown.
Ronnie Anne had sometimes wondered what the big deal was about getting felt up. Certainly, Lincoln putting his hand on her boob in the photo booth had been exciting, but that was mainly because of the simple fact that it was happening, not because of the resultant sensations—which, through her heavy winter sweater, shirt, and bra, had been minimal.
But now, with nothing more than a thin layer of cotton nightgown between Lincoln's hand and Ronnie Anne's breast, the girl could begin to see the appeal. Because not only was Lincoln squeezing her little breast with great gentleness, but he was using the tip of his thumb to tease her nipple erect. And when he began to do the same thing with her other breast, it felt so nice that Ronnie Anne moaned softly into Lincoln's mouth as they kissed.
Then, abruptly, she pulled her face away from Lincoln's.
“Wait a sec,” Ronnie Anne said, breathing a bit hard. “Have you...done this before?”
Seeing no point in lying, or trying to sugar-coat the truth, Lincoln simply replied, “Uh-huh.”
“Have you done it...a lot?”
“Yeah,” Lincoln said. A bit sheepishly, he added, “Like, a lot a lot.”
“Wow,” Ronnie Anne replied. Then she fell silent for a moment.
Lincoln hoped he hadn't just ruined things by being so up front about his extensive sexual experience. Now, Lincoln had to think of what to say next. Except that Ronnie Anne beat him to it.
“So I guess,” she said, “you must, you know, really know what you're doing. When it comes to sex stuff, I mean.”
Again, Lincoln saw no reason to lie. “I've, uh, got some game.”
Up to now, Ronnie Anne had been looking in just about every direction but Lincoln's. But now she looked him square in the eye as she said, “Then let's do it.”
Lincoln's white eyebrows rose. “Really?”
“Why should I put off having sex for the first time when there's a guy right here, right now who's really good at it? A guy who'll make sure I enjoy it?” She sounded a little shy as she added, “Especially when it's a guy I've always kind of been into?”
“I've always kind of been into you, too,” Lincoln replied. “Even when I denied it. Maybe especially when I denied it.” Then he grinned at her and stood up as he added, “So let's get some of these clothes off.”
Ronnie Anne stood up, too, then held her arms above her head and said, “Wow, I'm about to be naked in front of Lincoln Loud.” Then she blushed. “I mean, you've probably seen a lot of girls naked, so I don't know if you're going to like-”
Lincoln interrupted her by pulling her nightgown up and off. Now, she was wearing just her purple panties, so Lincoln could see her small, perky breasts and her ever-so-slightly curved waist.
“Oh, I like,” he said with a smile.
To keep Ronnie Anne from being too embarrassed by her almost total nudity, Lincoln pulled off his orange pajama top, then shucked off the bottoms. But in his excitement at seeing so much of Ronnie Anne, Lincoln had forgotten that he didn't generally wear underwear to bed, so now she was seeing him fully nude. Even though he only had the beginnings of an erection, Ronnie Anne gawked at Lincoln's package.
“Whoaaaa,” she breathed. “Is all that yours?” Then she put her hand to her face but didn't stop staring as she went on, “Okay, that came out wrong. I just meant, like…I don't even know what I meant.”
Lincoln could almost feel his ego expanding inside him. He couldn't remember ever stunning Ronnie Anne into incoherence before.
“You can touch it if you want to,” he said.
Lincoln suddenly felt a stab of worry. What if Ronnie Anne's reaction to seeing his cock had not been amazement, but horror? Lincoln had fucked several virgins since his cock had grown to this size, and none of them had complained, but that didn't mean that his size might not scare Ronnie Anne off.
But then Ronnie Anne slowly reached out her hand and wrapped it around Lincoln's cock. Her eyes were fixed on it as she moved that hand up his length and then down again, exploring him and, perhaps unwittingly, making him grow more erect.
“Wowwww…” she breathed.
“Do you…like it?”
Ronnie Anne wrapped her other hand around Lincoln's cock as though to keep it from running off as she took her eyes off of it and looked up at Lincoln's face.
“I love it,” she breathed. “But…I'm not sure I can, you know, take it.”
Lincoln was certain she could; after all, he regularly fucked girls who were literally half Ronnie Anne's size, like Lisa and Darcy. But Lincoln didn't think Ronnie Anne really needed to hear about Lincoln's sexual adventures with four-year-olds right now. Besides, he had a better way to address her concerns.
“Welllll,” Lincoln replied suggestively, “if you take your panties off, I'll do something to help get you ready for it. Something I don't do for every girl.”
Ronnie Anne hadn't thought she could blush any more deeply than she already was, but she did.
“Um, okay,” she replied demurely.
She let go of Lincoln's member, but she resumed staring at it as she slowly bent forward and pushed her purple undies down to her ankles. When she straightened up, Lincoln saw that Ronnie Anne, like himself, didn't yet have any pubic hair. That would be convenient, given what Lincoln had in mind.
First, though, Lincoln took a good look at Ronnie Anne's now fully nude body. It was slim but not boyish, having shallow curves in all the right places. Lincoln smiled at the sight and hoped he would never forget it.
“Okay,” he said. “Now just sit down on the edge of the bed.”
Ronnie Anne wasn't sure what Lincoln had in mind, but she was happy to play along. So she sat down and scootched her bare bottom forward so that she was right at the edge.
“Now,” Lincoln instructed, “move your knees apart, nice and wide.”
Ronnie Anne did so, again blushing as she showed Lincoln her pussy in its entirety. Then Lincoln got down on his knees in front of her.
Whatever this is, she thought, I bet I'm gonna like it.
Lincoln put his face between Ronnie Anne's thighs, appreciating how smooth they felt against his cheeks. Then he began to lick between the folds of her little pink pussy.
“Ohhhhhh, Lincoln…” Ronnie Anne moaned.
She wrapped her slim legs around his head while twining the fingers of both hands in his white hair. Nothing Ronnie Anne had ever done with her own little puss in the privacy of her bedroom had felt even a quarter as good as what Lincoln was doing now.
Lincoln licked her slit a few more times to warm her up, then began skillfully tonguing her clit. Ronnie Anne's legs slightly tightened their grip on his head.
“Mmmm…” the girl hummed.
Satisfied that Ronnie Anne was getting good and horny, Lincoln pushed a finger inside her, making her moan. He slowly finger-fucked her as he continued tonguing her clit.
Ronnie Anne's love-tunnel was tight around Lincoln's finger, so he kept going until it loosened up a bit. Then he pushed in a second finger, and Ronnie Anne moaned again, more loudly this time.
“Oh God…” she murmured. “Oh Lincoln…this is incredible…”
Just you wait, Lincoln thought.
He fucked Ronnie Anne's pussy with two fingers and kept up his tonguing. Then, after a few minutes, Lincoln decided that the girl's love-channel was as ready as it was going to get. So he pulled his face away and, with noticeable reluctance, Ronnie Anne released her leg-grip on his head. Lincoln stood up.
“Ready for the main event?” he asked with a grin.
“After what you just did for me,” Ronnie Anne gasped, “I'll do anything you want. Anything.”
“In that case,” Lincoln replied with a smile, “let's start with the basics.”
Ronnie Anne let Lincoln push her down on her back on the bed. When he moved on top of her, her legs seemed to open all on their own. She could feel the heat of his cock and balls on her thighs, on her groin, and she wanted that heat closer. So she put her arms around him and tried to pull his body down onto hers. But Lincoln resisted.
“Easy, there, tiger,” he said. “Let me line up my cock first.”
Ronnie Anne relaxed her grip, and Lincoln reached down and positioned his cockhead at the girl's entrance. Her enthusiasm excited him, as did the mere fact that he was just about to deflower Ronnie Anne Santiago, the closest thing he'd ever had to an actual girlfriend.
With the head of his cock now nestled between Ronnie Anne's pussyfolds, Lincoln looked down at her face and smiled. Then, gently, he pushed in, and Ronnie Anne moaned.
“Oh God it's so big, it's so fucking big…” she whimpered.
Lincoln had fucked enough first-timers that he'd become able to discriminate the sounds of pain from those of pleasure. So he knew that Ronnie Anne's words were anything but a complaint.
“Yeah,” he breathed in her ear even as he continued easing into her. “And you're taking it. I'm already halfway in you, and you're still taking it…”
“Oh yes,” Ronnie Anne gasped. “I want it, I want all of it…”
She couldn't quite take all of it, as it turned out, but by the time Lincoln's cockhead was snug against her cervix, she'd taken most of it. It filled Lincoln with joy to be deep inside her, so he took a moment to just hold her close.
“Oh, Lincoln, I'm so full of you,” Ronnie Anne moaned in his ear.
“And I'm so deep inside you,” Lincoln murmured.
Ronnie Anne's whole body momentarily shook with a spasm of pleasure. Getting eaten out by Lincoln had been awesome, but this was even beyond that. Nothing had ever made the preteen girl feel as much like a woman as being underneath Lincoln, with his chest pressed against her breasts, her thighs holding his hips, and his cock deep in her love-tunnel.
“So,” Lincoln said teasingly, “ready to fuck?”
It was only at this extremely inconvenient moment that Ronnie Anne even thought about the risk of getting pregnant. But she quickly dismissed it; while her body had begun some of the changes of puberty, she hadn't had her first period yet. And the truth was, even if there was a risk, Ronnie Anne would gladly run it for the sake of getting fucked by Lincoln and his gorgeous cock.
“Yeah,” she answered breathlessly. “Let's fuck.”
Merely saying the word brought another spasm of pleasure. So Ronnie Anne wasn't surprised that, when Lincoln began pushing his cock slowly in and out of her, she had another one, and then another.
“Omigod, Lincoln,” she gasped. “This is the best thing ever.”
“It's pretty great,” Lincoln replied.
He kept fucking her slowly, looking at her cute face so that he could see every flicker of pleasure that crossed it. But the most rewarding feedback he got was when she began moving her hips, fucking him as he was fucking her. The movements were awkward at first, but soon she fell into a rhythm with Lincoln.
“Ooooh…” Ronnie Anne moaned.
To her, this felt like a dream—one she never wanted to wake up from. Every time she felt like she'd reached the peak of pleasure, something happened that lifted her even higher. Being fucked by Lincoln was incredible, but helping him fuck her was even more so.
Lincoln had enjoyed every deflowering he'd ever done, but he couldn't remember ever being quite as happy to take a girl's virginity as he was to take Ronnie Anne's. Not just because of his deep fondness for her, but also because he was enjoying watching her discover what was obviously a great passion for sex.
Still watching Ronnie Anne's face, Lincoln sped up his pace a little. She moved her hips a little faster to match him.
“You're really getting the hang of this,” Lincoln breathed.
“I just don't want it to stop,” Ronnie Anne gasped.
“Me neither,” Lincoln agreed.
For a while, he kept fucking Ronnie Anne at that same pace, wanting to give her plenty of opportunity to savor the experience. He only sped up when she did.
“Oh yeah…” she panted. “Oh fuck yeah…Don't stop…”
“I won't stop…till you do…” Lincoln replied.
Lincoln continued letting Ronnie Anne set the pace. And she kept driving it faster and faster. Lincoln felt twin jolts of pleasure and joy every time the girl's slim, smooth thighs came up to meet his hips.
Ronnie Anne couldn't help herself; she wanted to make this last, but she needed an orgasm. So she just kept fucking Lincoln faster.
Finally, they were going at it at full speed. Ronnie Anne heard Lincoln grunting in her ear from the effort, and she heard herself grunting in the same rhythm. But she was only dimly aware of the sounds; most of her focus was on the feeling of Lincoln's big cock pistoning inside her. And on the powerful desire that feeling was arousing within her.
“C- Cum…inside me…Lincoln…” Ronnie Anne gasped with what little breath she had. “I…wanna…feel it…”
Few things a girl could say during sex were as exciting to Lincoln as a plea to shoot his load inside her. So Lincoln pounded Ronnie Anne's cunt as hard as he could.
“Ronnie…Anne…” he panted in her ear. “Here…it…co-AAAAAAH!”
Lincoln's cumload had been building up inside him since he'd first put his hand on Ronnie Anne's breast hours earlier. Now, it shot into the girl's depths in thick, powerful spurts that went on and on.
“Oh God Lincoln I feel it!” Ronnie Anne cried. “I feel you cumming in me and IT FEELS SO GOOD!”
Her body shaking violently with orgasm, Ronnie Anne clutched Lincoln to her, keeping the head of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix so that she could feel all that hot cum shoot right up into her womb.
When her climax finally ended, Ronnie Anne didn't let go of Lincoln. Feeling his chest against her little breasts as the two of them panted for breath, and his big cock and his hot semen still inside her, filling her completely, made Ronnie Anne feel even more like a woman than she had during their fucking.
“I guess…” Ronnie Anne gasped, “I have to…stop calling you…Lame-O…now…”
“Nah...you don’t…have to stop,” Lincoln panted in reply. “It keeps…me humble.”
It occurred to Lincoln that Ronnie Anne had been awfully loud when she came. Hopefully, she hadn't awakened anyone. At least Bobby was sleeping downstairs, where he would be less likely to hear. Which was a good thing, because Lincoln wanted to elicit a lot more sounds of pleasure from Ronnie Anne. Although he waited until he caught his breath to bring it up.
“So,” he said with mock casualness, “more?”
“Oh hell yeah.”
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Coming soon -- Chapter 8: ¡Qué Grande!
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