"Yeah Annie," he whispered against her ear, "you're gonna come. Just keep working at it… working at it."

"Whhhhuuuhhh! Ohhh Gil!" She felt the teasing ecstasy as the spasms started. Her bottom plunged and danced. Her breath came in wild gasps like some animal caught in a thicket. She drooled against the shoulder of Gil's coat as his fingers enticed the licking flames of pleasure to the surface and then pushed her over the brink. "Yuuuuhhhnnn," she cried. "Ohhhhhh slut!"

Gil caught her as she sagged and almost went down. He continued to finger her feverish pussy as he leaned her back onto the ping-pong table. She lay across it, legs dangling as he pushed her white dress up and kept feeling her. The glorious convulsions made her writhe and buck, her ass bouncing on the hard surface. She could hear his fingers plying the slickened folds of her cunt and didn't care what he thought of her. The pleasure was too intense, too fantastic to ignore. When at last he eased his fingers out of her panties, she looked up at him with her big green eyes.

"Oh Gil, you must think I'm awful."

"I think you're wonderful." He put his cunt slickened fingers to his nose and drew in a breath. Then he smiled as if he'd inhaled the perfume of the angels. When he put the fingers in his mouth, Annie turned away with a blush.

"I'm weak as a kitten," she whimpered, trying to get up from the table. Gil helped her. There was the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. A boy yelped and bounded into the room. He gave Gil and Annie a quick look and headed for the Coke machine.

"Please Gil, help me upstairs. I don't think I can walk by myself." As she leaned against the curved support of his arm and started up out of the basement he continued to whisper to her.

"Your skin is so white. I'll bet it's white all over like that."

"I hope I'm not polka-dotted," she said, trying to laugh. She was dizzy. And a pleasant throb came from the depths of her pussy. She hoped no one could smell her. Gil had really stirred her juices up.