Horny girls

Grey Clouds are Passing 2

"Well, I do want to f**k a little, please," she was begging.

"No, my sperm shouldn't even get near your p***y, not to mention inside it. But what's for dessert?"

"Me," she simply said and sat down on the table right in front of me with her legs spread.

I pushed the bench on which I was sitting back a little, leaned forward and started licking her p***y. The sight, the aroma, and the sounds of the licking were endearing. My d**k liked everything, too. She was leaning backwards on her arms behind her on the table, enjoying her power and the pleasure I was delivering. She closed her eyes and departed into a trance-like state. More and more nectar came oozing from her p***y.

Now, she wrapped her legs around my neck and shoulders and I pulled her nether lips apart with my thumbs. Her pink flesh inside was pulsating, and I let my tongue circle her c******s. The tip of my tongue and her peehole greeted each other like old friends. I was wondering if her grandma could hear us, though.

"Lie down on your belly, here on the table," I requested. "I'll f**k you a little from behind."

She climbed down, turned and then presented me her small, bony ass with the little pink fruit in between. I got up and promised myself to f**k her only for a few minutes. She was wonderfully tight but not really wet. At first, I just thrusted only with my glans inside her, before I moved in further, quarter-of-an-inch by quarter-of-an-inch. I wished the moment wouldn't end and that I could come in her.

To the right of me was a large wedding picture of Tuyet's parents. I recognized her mother but didn't say anything. I chuckled inwardly, though. Eventually, I'd tell her when the mood was right. Tuyet kept banging the edge of the table as I was f*****g her but she didn't indicate by any means that she wanted us to stop.

Her grandma's room was towards the left. There was no door, only a curtain. Apart from our panting and the occasional subdued moan there were no sounds. I admired her back, which looked like a small, heaving landscape, looked across at Tuyet's skirt and panties, and glanced back up to my right at the wedding photo. Right when I was thinking that Tuyet's mother was a beautiful woman, Tuyet's grandma appeared in the doorframe of her room. I pulled out quickly, of course, and sat down on the bench. Her grandma was like an alarm-clock. Or contraception.

Tuyet's open p***y was in front of me, between her gorgeous little butt cheeks. As I was watching her p***y closing slowly, Tuyet woke up from her trance and looked back at me, asking what had happened.

"Your grandma!" I whispered.

Tuyet wasn't moving. Her belly was still on the table but then she hissed, with her eyes still closed: "What? I didn't hear you!"

In the meantime, her grandma had shuffled closer and now was asking Tuyet what she was doing.

Shocked and embarrassed, Tuyet stammered: "I'm, I'm loo-looking for m-my, uhm, h-hairpin. I think I dropped it her somewhere."

In the end, she sat down next to me and we looked grand without pants. At least, we both were wearing something to cover the upper half of our bodies. When I looked down, I saw my stiff c**k, her bush and long white legs. Well, from where her grandmother was standing, we must have looked somewhat decent, at least to half-blind people.

Tuyet had collected herself somewhat and quickly wrapped her colorful cloth around her hips. She got up to help her grandma sit down. Then, she came back over to where I was sitting, at the other side of the table.

"What are we gonna do now?" she hissed.

"Well, is your grandma one hundred percent blind, or can she still see a little?" I asked.

"She can see shapes and differences in light. Things like that," Tuyet told me.

"So, she can still see that black triangle between your white legs?" I asked facetiously.

Tuyet wasn't in the mood to joke, though, as she was worried about her s****l satisfaction, which made me love her even more.

"We can't just go on f*****g," she said in a subdued, concerned voice, "as if nothing had happened."

"I realize that. But we're sitting here with a stiff d**k and a wet p***y. Close to two orgasms. We gotta come up with something," I agreed. "You keep talking to her, and we'll see what we can do here under the table."

I started caressing her back but, obviously, that wasn't going to do the trick. She played with my c**k half-heartedly; with the same result. My d**k was kinda limp already; unless we came up with something powerful, we'd go home feeling defeated and dejected.

Tuyet kept talking to her ancestor but all I could make out was short responses like 'uh-huh' and things like 'yes' and 'no'. It was the bare minimum.

"Tuyet," I said panting. "On a scale from 1 to an orgasm, how important is it for you to come?"

"Extremely," came her demanding, curt reply. "We've gotta find a way," she added.

"Have you got any eggs?" I asked.

"Eggs? What's got eggs to do with it??"

"Shut up and answer my question if you want to come!"

She hurried over to the fridge—without her model gait—and opened it. "Those look like duck eggs. Would they be work?" she asked while showing me two eggs, standing next to the open fridge door.

"Yes, that's all right. Bring two bowls and a spoon too, will ya?"

"I don't know what you wanna do but here are your two eggs," she said desperately.

I cracked them into one bowl and then separated the yolk. I reached into the bowl with three fingers and then moistened her whole p***y area with egg-white. I began massaging her c**t and got another small load, while Tuyet kept the conversation going. But again, there wasn't much more than the occasional 'yes' and 'no'.

"Oahh. Ooaa. This feels amazing," she moaned relatively loudly.

Thus encouraged, I loaded her crotch once again with cold egg-white. I flicked her c**t with my middle finger—faster and faster. Now, she suppressed her noises holding her fist in front of her mouth, which she kept closed. She was blushing nicely, though, about to explode.

When she was looking down at my d**k, I told her to get some egg-white on my d**k and massage it. She changed fists, looked at her grandma, who seemed to be asleep and reached into the bowl for a nice load. She formed her hand into an excavation bucket and dumped pretty much all that was left in the bowl onto my d**k. It was cold at first, but then she kept rubbing, stroking, and pulling, and it got sufficiently stiff within a minute or two.

For reasons which still escape me, her grandma got up and shuffled towards her bedroom now. Perhaps she did actually understand what had been going on under the table. Tuyet ran to assist her but when Tuyet came back no holds were barred.

We both were now standing over the bench, facing each other. I continued flicking her c**t until she came. She shrieked and juice was running down her legs, mixed with egg-white.

Then she sat down and started sucking me. She had to bend forward a little to make it work, but she was eager to make me come, too. She finally took off her T-shirt and I saw her stiff n*****s. She sucked and licked like there was no tomorrow. I thrusted into her mouth in the same vein; she made her mouth tight but got her teeth out of the way as far as possible. I put my hand on the back of her head and thought of the day I brought Nguyet sashimi and she was wearing that beautiful black-red-and-yellow summer dress. I face-f****d Tuyet now like I wanted to punish her for being so damn lackadaisical earlier that day, at the two old, loving tree couple.

She let my d**k snap out of her mouth briefly to take a deep breath and to remind me that we should be fairly quiet, as her grandma could still hear well. Then she took it back in. I saw her panties up there on the hooks and her beautiful skirt below on the back of the chair. She had her eyes closed and I admired her long eyelashes again. My d**k started to itch, and I held her head firm so that no c*m would be lost. After a few more thrusts, I came profusely pretty deep in her throat. She gasped, coughed, winced, and let out a relieved moan. She swallowed and grinned—and the world was set right again.