Horny girls

UNEXPECTED s*x 2

Start from part one

"You do it," she threw the ball back into my court.

I gladly obliged and pulled a little to the left and right so that I could see the pink flesh inside. I let my tongue flicker over her nether lips. I moistened my middle finger with her p***y juice and played a little more. She stuck out her belly, while I stuck out my tongue, let it run up, inside, and down, touched her clit, nibbled a little here and there, and got up because my knees were hurting. Good Lord. She got up too, dropping her skirt like a theater curtain, and after she doublechecked that there was nothing compromising left in the living room, we moseyed past the rooms on the ground floor to the back of the house where the stairs were.

As we were walking those few yards, I realized how different everything was now. Once, at work, she had come up all the way to the fourth floor where I was teaching to check the Wi-Fi. Surprised to see her, I couldn't think of anything beautiful or original to say. When she went inside the adjacent classroom and even climbed up on a chair, I didn't go near her or at least tell her how stunning she looked. I was thunderstruck, my mouth was dry, and my heart was racing, but I wasn't able to come up with anything charming. In hindsight, I could have told her to stay up on that chair for a little while, so that I could admire her. Or even touch her calves ever so gently. Or her butt. But back then she probably would not have liked me doing any of those things—once she admonished me for sending her a private email to our company address when I knew she was working at the receiving end. Perhaps all that would have gotten me in a lot of trouble at work and we would have ended up on bad terms.

Now that we had reached the stairs—I with my limb d**k exposed and she not wearing any underwear—I let go of her hand and told her to take off the rest of her clothes. She shook her head, pointing at the window. The fact that my d**k was exposed didn't seem to faze her, though. I had wanted to walk upstairs behind her and watch (and hear?) her glistening p***y move and whisper a little with every step. Oh, well, it was not the time to argue, so I just put my arm around her waist, and we started walking up the stairs together, my d**k gently whipping in the air. After the turn half way up, however, when the window was out of sight, she took off her skirt, handed it to me and continued walking. I waited for a second until she was three steps ahead and watched her beautiful white little ass—with the gleaming hairy peach squeezed in between—ascend.

Her bedroom was right next to the stairs, and the door was ajar. The room was small and simple. She reached for the fan on the wall and started looking for something, presumably a blanket or old shirt, that she could throw on the bed so that the blood would not soil the mattress. After she did not see anything, she got a pillowcase from a drawer and draped it on the middle of the bed. She finally took off her shirt so that I could admire her complete naked body for the first time. She twisted her hands in front of her and smiled. I held her upper arms and then went on to squeeze her small breasts gently. She blushed again as her n*****s were getting hard and then turned her face away and laughed. I disentangled her hands and placed them on my crotch.

"Let's lay down," we both suggested simultaneously. While I laid down on my back, next to the wall, she was half next to me and half way on top with the lower part of her body to my right.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just got tired of nobody wanting to kiss or touch me," came her quick reply. "I've really wanted to have s*x for quite a while. You know, I'm almost 30 and most of my friends are married now."

"And so," I summarized for her, "you remembered that there is one man out there who loves you and, even though he's 20 years older and married, you decided that this was better than nothing?"

"Kinda like that. Much better," she assured me. "I feel bad though since you're married."

"Well, I feel a little bad too," was all I could say, not wanting to discuss the issue. "I have always wanted to kiss you, see you naked, touch your breasts, watch you lift up your skirt, and, yes, have s*x with you. So here we are."

She placed one ear on my chest, looking downward. Her right hand took my d**k and started stroking it again. My right hand was resting on her back, close to her waistline. I was feeling her right hip bone and ended up fondling her right butt cheek. Needless to say, I soon let my middle finger slip in between her buttocks; we enjoyed each other like that for a while quietly. It was hot and sultry, and the fan was providing only some relief. I was still exhausted from the ribald rumpus downstairs. However, her butt was inching closer—so as to make it easier for me to pleasure her between her legs—and I gladly accepted the invitation. She flinched and her p***y tightened when my fingertip entered it for the first time but then she pressed her butt up a little further. I wettened the thumb of the same hand with her p***y juice so that while my middle finger was inside her, my thumb could caress her butthole.

While my complete middle finger was up in her now, I noticed that after looking at my d**k and stroking it, she must have grown curious again as to what it tasted like and how it felt to have it grow bigger in her mouth. At first, she flickered her tongue around my glans, then placed her lips firmly and fully around it and, finally, she took my whole d**k in her mouth, and was now moving her head up and down. Once she glanced back at me (and moved her ass yet a little closer) and smiled, but then she turned around again as if to say 'I'm busy'—and continued sucking me.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her slurping. Her lithe young body resting on mine could have lasted forever. Her butt to my right, while her upper body was firmly placed on my belly, she was blowing me. Not wanting to stop her, I placed my hands on the back of her thighs and lifted them over my chest so that I could lick her while she was busy with my d**k. I admired the sight of her dripping-wet dark p***y between her porcelain legs, which—if you looked very closely—also had a few hairs on them. There was also some hair between her p***y and her butthole, but not much. With my d**k in her mouth, her upper body was moving up and down rhythmically. I reached for another pillow to prop my head up and pulled her closer so that I could sink my face between her buttocks. The smell of her p***y was overwhelming, and I almost passed out from pleasure. I started diddling her c******s, which sent some more juice down her thighs.

As her p***y was soaking wet now, I entered it with two fingers. Her p***y stretched easily since our foreplay had been going on for ages. I kept pushing and pulling until she started moving her ass quicker and quicker. All of a sudden, she squeaked elatedly and moaned as the well between her legs started spouting. Her juice was running down my arm and I caught the tail-end of it with my mouth. It tasted slightly sour and salty. I chortled as she collapsed onto me, and after a few quiet minutes she turned around and rolled over next to me. She was still panting like she had run five miles, and the look on her face seemed to be saying 'What was that?!' "Oops," I commented. "There was your first orgasm." She had her eyes closed and was collecting herself. "It's the best feeling, isn't it?" I continued, but she didn't seem to know what to say.

Instead, she was looking at the bed, which was soiled, and seemed to want to do something about it. Eventually she got up but saying only that she needed to pee. We went to the bathroom together and I watched her pee. My d**k was half stiff, pointing at her as she was sitting. Back in the bedroom, she got another bedsheet from the drawer and tossed it over her bed. We laid back down in pretty much the same way as before.

Curiously, she hadn't dried herself after she was done peeing, as if to say, 'I know we aren't done yet.' Throwing another bedsheet on the bed seemed to be saying the same thing. And she was right. We weren't done yet.

"You never m*********d?" I asked.

"Not really. s*x has always been a taboo in our house."

I was determined to find out a little more: "But what about college? Did you never talk about boys with your roommate?"

"Well, she actually had a boyfriend. He came over a few times and stayed over night, which wasn't allowed, though."

"Well, they must have fucked." I was convinced.

"Of course, they did. But only when they thought I was asleep," she told me.

Curious now, I insisted: "Didn't that turn you on?!"

"Once, a drop of what I thought was pee came out of my p***y, as I was lying there listening to them doing it," she remembered.

"Well," I surmised, "and you touched yourself to make some more come out."

"No, I didn't want more come out of my p***y and soil my bed. I didn't know what it was," she added.

Having said that, I reached down and started stroking her belly a little, pulled her pubic hair just as an excuse, and quickly was back right between her legs. Feeling her p***y again woke up my d**k. Nguyet reached for it and looked at me. As I was about to invite her to ride me, she got up on her knees, lifted herself over me, settled over my hips and stroked my c**k. When it was sufficiently stiff, she aimed her p***y, wiggling a little. Finally, she stretched her p***y over my d**k until it had completely disappeared. As she started riding, her hair fell in her face and started swinging. She removed her hair clip, which was only dangling on one side anyway, and tossed it onto the floor. Her n*****s were protruding quite a bit, as were her ribs. I reached around her butt cheeks and held them firmly, lifting her up and pulling her down rhythmically. As I was much heavier, it was probably best that she was riding me. I could also observe her body in full. Now, she was going more slowly and put her hair behind her ears. After all those hours (or shall I say 'years'?) the time inside her was titillating. Soon, I released a nice load in her, roaring and convulsing, before she collapsed on top of me one more time.

It was very quiet again. Apart from the caged bird that was still chirping, only the occasional motorbike was passing by down in the alley. I had lost track of time. All in all, we may have spent three hours here at her house, so it would be around 4 in the afternoon now. She was lying next to me as if she was asleep.

"When you asked me to go for coffee, were you planning to have s*x for three hours?" I asked.

She rolled off me and opened her eyes. "No," she mumbled. "When I asked you to go for coffee, I thought that it would simply be nice to spend time with a man who likes me and thinks I'm beautiful. I wanted a compliment from you. I wasn't plotting any details or what we will do."

She sat up: "I need to clean myself. Down there it's all wet and sticky."

"Yeah, sure," I said, "some sperm dripped back out of your p***y onto my belly too. And also, a little blood."

We went back to the bathroom here on the upper floor and cleaned ourselves quickly. When we got back, she put on an older red-and-blue checked shirt, which she left unbuttoned, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you remember that's the same shirt you were wearing the day we met?"

She only laughed: "Oh, really? Well, I wore that short a lot back then."

Since I had to work later that evening, I would have to leave soon. I sat down next to her and said: "Well, that was quite something."

She nodded: "Yeah. Now I know what s*x is. And an orgasm. And sperm."

"And p***y juice," I added. "Are you hurting?" I asked. She smiled coyly, shaking her head. "Did it hurt earlier?" I wanted to know.

"Just a little bit. It's ok. I guess it's supposed to hurt a little. I think I need to go and take a shower now," she said.

"Yeah, me too. But I guess I'll do that at home."

We got up and she waited for me to get dressed. As she was going to shower, she didn't get into her clothes again. She had one arm in front of her belly holding her shirt closed, which was still unbuttoned. 'A woman wearing nothing but a shirt is just so sexy,' I thought to myself. She looked exhausted but happy. "Oh, I need to let you out," she remembered. So, she slipped back in her black skirt, but she didn't bother to put on any panties. She grinned and only said, "Let's go." I put my arm around her waist and we ambled downstairs. I let my hand run over her buttocks gently and when we reached the front door, we paused and kissed again. Ever so slightly, I passed my hand over the front of her skirt for a few seconds, touching her p***y through the skirt for one last time. I opened her shirt with the back of my fingers like the curtains on a small window. As I was touching her breasts for one last time (for now), letting my thumbs rub her n*****s, she pulled her skirt up and let me see her legs and her perfect little black triangle between them. She grinned and her sparkling eyes seemed to be saying "Wow, we really did it!"