She got up and came over to me when I entered, and whispering so that she wouldn't wake our parents, she asked how things went on the date. I'm sure s...e could tell from the look on my face that it had been a complete washout, but because she always took an interest in me, she asked anyway. I grinned, a rueful grin, but nonetheless a grin, and told her about my evening of sexual frustration.Cathy hugged me in sympathy and I held her close. Whether it was because I was so horny and she looked so. I hadn’t let myself think of it to the depth she was, and I could not, in a million years tell her about it. Images of Bill on the front porch of his family’s old Beaufort mansion that evening—the moss-covered southern colonial on the street named for his family in the oldest part of Beaufort, South Carolina, came to mind. I hadn’t been expected. But I’d baked up several pans of blueberry muffins and then made the mistake of passing by a mirror—and suddenly I knew I wouldn’t be eating these. Her thighs locked about my waist. She fucked herself up into my strokes. Our crotches smacked together as I buried over and over into her cumming pussy. Pleasure burned across her face, my strokes prolonging her rapture.“Yes, yes, yes!” she howled, her fingernails clawing my back as her passion raged through her. “Fuck me! Inspire me!”“I shall, Radiant!” I groaned, my hips pumping away so hard and fast at her silky cunt.Her walls writhed about my girl-dick. It was such sweet heaven. I trembled. " As hard as I could I rammed myself forward and she screamed and dug her nails into my back. "Yes, oh fucking hell yesss!" She was sobbing now, clinging to me as we rutted and squeezing me with her legs. "Danny I'm coming again, fuck me, yes oh God fuck me, fuck me, Fuck Meee!" I felt my cock erupting inside her and held myself rigid enjoying feeling her internal muscles milking me. She snaked an arm round my neck and drew me down to her mouth. This time her kiss was gentle, her mouth.