Horny girls

EIGHT TOOTHPICKS BATHE 2

I could not wait to see her naked and to caress her warm, soft body. When we turned right into a small, bumpy alley, I knew we'd be there soon. She stopped and pointed at a small parking area next to a huge old tree, motioning towards her rental house, where she was going to park. I resisted the urge to smoke, as we were going to kiss, I assumed, as soon as we had entered the house, and walked the 20 yards to her door.

In front of the old wooden door outside her room were some ancient metal steps, which I walked up as soon as she had disappeared inside. I had never been to such a room, but when I looked around, I was pleasantly surprised. Her place was indeed warm, cozy, and welcoming. She had a knitted blanket on the bed, next to which was a comfortable purple armchair. There were photos on the wall, a desk, and a bookshelf. The walls were corn-flakes yellow, a little bit like the old house where Tuyet and I had had our glorious s****l encounters. Here on the left was a brightly-colored curtain, behind which was the bathroom, probably.

Ngan went over to the window and pushed the shutters out to let some fresh air in. Around this time of the day, there wouldn't be too many people walking past. But she seemed eager to get everything on, as she untied her belt and pulled it out of the dress. She turned and presented me her back, presumably so that I could open the zipper in the back. After I did that, I also snapped her bra open while I was at it. She turned around and smiled at me.

I kissed her neck and caressed her skin tenderly, here, on her shoulders. I put my hands on her boyish hips and she reached into her dress up here next to her neck to get her arms out. She pulled her dress towards the front, and when it was resting on her hips, she turned around, and we kissed. As her bra was already open, she took it off as well, looking down shyly, like she wasn't sure if I would like her breasts.

Her breasts were actually further down on her body than one would expect. But they were shapely, firm, and not small. She had medium-sized brown n*****s, which I kissed and sucked briefly, before I began to twiddle them with my wet fingers.

"Have you already done it?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, once. Kind of. With my boyfriend. A year ago," she said coyly.

"Nice. Do we need condoms?"

"I don't know. But I don't have any anyway," she added.

"When did you have your period the last time?" I asked.

"Let me think. Last Wednesday, on my day off. A week ago, when I was at my parents'."

"You sure it wasn't two weeks?"

She nodded.

"Ok, then we don't need condoms," I said quickly not to lose traction.

I took off my pants, and she looked down on me. My d**k was hidden under my shirt, but she could sense it. I caressed her beautiful face, and she seemed excited and curious. She smiled and showed her teeth when she reached under my shirt to touch my d**k. I took off the shirt, which prompted her to step out of her dress.

Now she was standing in front of me just wearing her panties. Of course, my mind flashed back to the scene at the café an hour earlier, which had turned the events from the joy of language to the joy and excitement of sensuality. I stepped back to admire her fully, but then she remembered to close the shutters, for which she had to kneel on her bed.

Just as I was about to sit next to her ass, she got up again, however, to take off her panties. I had wanted to take that part, but it was also fun to watch her do it. We were still standing when I put my hands between her legs to feel her p***y, which was already wet. Her pubic hair was incredibly soft, and she twitched a little and laughed again with her lower arms next to her head when I touched her c******s for the first time.

She was holding my face now and kissed me again briefly. I put my hands on her warm, round belly, but then I moved on to her butt cheeks, which were firm and soft at the same time. The skin—or the body of a young woman in general—reconciles the most wonderful contradictions: moist and dry, firm and soft, warm and cool. Ngan was holding my c**k in one hand, and we could feel that it was getting harder and already pulsating.

"Come!" she whispered and pulled me towards the bed, holding on to my d**k.

She lied down and left her legs half open. I sat down next to her, as I always wanted to peek at a woman's p***y, touch and smell it a little, before I entered. But she seemed impatient. Either she was too horny, or too embarrassed, or she didn't know that that would have been an option. I had just spread her lips a little and was diddling her c**t again, when she pulled me on top of her. I took a deep breath, looked at her p***y lips and her little black curls between her legs, relented and lied down on top of her.

Ngan immediately reached down between us and adjusted my glans at her p***y entrance. I pushed in right away, but she winced, and her face looked contorted. She breathed through her clenched teeth, so that I let off and just thrusted at her p***y entrance for a little bit.

"Ok?" I asked.

She nodded and put her hands on my butt cheeks. Then she began caressing my back, while I was slowly trying to get deeper inside her, which proved to be difficult, however. Well, she was new to this and pretty tight. My d**k wasn't large by western standards, but she was a young, inexperienced Asian woman, so things would need some time, sure. I pulled back out with every stroke and then pushed gently in again as far as I could get without causing her pain.

I was leaning only on one elbow now as I wanted to caress her breasts while we were f*****g. We kissed once in a while, and our eyes were tracing each other. Her teeth were perfect, I noticed again. Now, she had found her smile again, and when I focused on my d**k I realized that I was quite far in her all of a sudden. Further than I had hoped.

Her p***y was velvety, as it enwrapped my d**k. I thrusted more slowly now, but in longer strokes. She put her arms behind her head and watched me f*****g her. I briefly thought about changing positions, but dismissed the thought. There was no indication that she would want it, and as inexperienced as she was, the missionary position was probably the best. Just like Nguyet, that's probably how she always had envisioned getting laid. I thrusted for a few more minutes and the came profusely inside her. I suppressed my orgiastic scream, as the window didn't have glass panels and any noise could be heard outside. She still put her finger vertically over my mouth and smiled.

Ngan herself hadn't made much noise either. After the first pain had been gone, she was quietly enjoying our act. She somehow seemed relieved. But I thought she hadn't even gotten close to an orgasm. Now she looked at me amused.

"Your p***s is really small now," she giggled.

"That's how things go," I quipped and dismounted to go to the bathroom.

"Behind the curtain," she said.

In the corner behind the curtain, there was no shower but only a bucket and a ladle. The toilet was a porcelain plate in the floor. As I was peeing in the hole, I noticed some blood on my d**k. Oops. Did she know what just happened? I washed my d**k and poured some water down the drain and went back into the room.

Ngan still had her legs spread on the bed. She didn't seem to have moved and wasn't going to. She was blocking as much area of the bed as possible; her feet were touching the bottom corners here near me. Her p***y was half-open, and I could see that it was filled with c*m; not much had dripped out. However, there was a red spot on the bed, just under her p***y. Apparently, she wanted me to lie back down on her, which was fine with me.

"Hey, you still were a virgin, huh?" I asked.

"I guess. My boyfriend didn't do it right, I suppose," she just said.

"Well, then it happened today. Doesn't matter, does it? Did it hurt?"

"In the beginning, but then it was alright," Ngan said, sounding relieved.

"Back then, with your boyfriend, what did you do?"

"Well, he tried to get in but couldn't. And then he became frustrated and angry, but at least he didn't force it. He had the tip of his p***s in me, but he couldn't get in further. Maybe he wasn't doing it right."

"Well, I think he did it right. Did you like it? I mean, back then, with your boyfriend?"

"Yes, and no. I liked that we tried, but then I didn't like when he got frustrated. He thought he had done something wrong."

"Did you break up because of that?"

"Oh, no, there were other issues. But I don't want to talk about that now, that you're on top of me," she laughed.

"There's no other place," I laughed. "You sure I'm not too heavy?"

"Woman are made to cope with that," she only said.

Well, after that piece of profound wisdom, I couldn't think of anything better than to kiss her. I could feel that she was reaching for my d**k again, which she massaged as soon as she had found it. I thought of her beautiful creampie, which I had only seen for a few seconds, and moved up on the bed to get back inside her. Sure, her defloration must have been slightly painful, but now that her p***y was stretched and wet and still filled with c*m, we'd do it again.

"Come inside me one more time," she said.

I embraced her head, pressed her against my chest and started to thrust again. I usually would try to do something else the second time, but the way we were arranged was pretty much perfect. And, again, that's probably how she had envisioned getting f****d for several years now. I didn't want to talk her out of it her on the small bed, as it was my favorite position anyway. Since I had just come 20 minutes earlier, though, this would take a while now.

I let go of her head, so that she could breathe. We heard someone driving past but then it was quiet again. I licked my fingertips to electrify her n*****s and encouraged her to do the same. My d**k was happy in his new sheath, although I thrusted very carefully, as everything was new to her.

"When you left the house this morning, did you think we would end up here f*****g?" I asked, panting.

She swallowed and whispered, "I was hoping we would, but I thought you might refuse, saying that you're married."

"Those silly sentences and the wind did it. When I saw your furry triangle at the café, I knew we had to f**k. There was no other way than to come here," I told her.

She nodded. "Eight toothpicks bathe," she said and giggled.

I had to prop myself up on two elbows again, but I was at least close to another orgasm. I looked at her beautiful eyes and teeth, and I felt my c*m rising. Our nose tops were touching, and her eyes were beaming. She closed them and drifted towards her own climax. She started to moan quietly, lost in thought, and her body began to twitch. For a change, it was really nice to be on top of a young woman who was tall enough that I could see her face as I was cumming.

As soon as she had been deflowered, she requested to be f****d again and received her second load within one hour. As far as I was able to tell, she had a nice, quiet, floating orgasm. She still had suppressed parts of the screaming, I was sure, as she knew that everything could be heard in the whole neighborhood. But she had asserted herself and was a woman now.

Once our breathing was back to normal, I rolled off and lied down next to her. I had one hand on her hips and promised myself to take care of her p***y the next time we did it. If. But the way things had gone today, we'd probably continue our affair for a few months, at least. And I still needed to explore her butt, too.

"That scene earlier, at the café, was beautiful," I told her quietly. I didn't want her to be embarrassed about it.

"Well, you saw everything," she said sheepishly.

"Well, not everything. But, anyway, it was an incredibly erotic moment. You saw what happened inside my pants," I laughed.

"Yes, I knew we had to go. Here, to my house."

I asked her if she wanted to be alone or if I should stay for a little bit.

"That's up to you," she yawned. "I'll eat something and then take a nap."

"Ok. I'll stay and we'll eat together That's better than me running away, isn't it?"

Ngan got up and disappeared behind the curtain. I got up too and dressed. When she got back, she put on a grey T-shirt and opened the drawer to look for underwear. I touched her butt tenderly but she moved away giggling. In the end, she put on a pair of plain white panties. My d**k was twitching, but I kept that to myself.

She went over to the fridge in the corner and got some cold meat, leaves, rice paper and a small bowl with soy sauce and fresh chili. We rolled the meat and the greens in the rice paper and the dipped the rolls in the sauce. She was sitting on the bed, while I got the armchair. He long legs looked very elegant, and I could still sense her n*****s and her pubic mound.

"Next time, we could try something different. I'd like to take you from behind, for instance," I said.

"Perhaps it'd be better if we leave it at that, Ben," she said, staring straight ahead without looking at me.

"Ngan, good s*x needs time. We need to do it a few times before it becomes cosmic, like really amazing. Our bodies need to get to know each other so to speak. And I really want to see and lick your p***y. You'll like it, believe me," I added.

"Well, let's see," she said, turning her head. "When do you have to work today?" she asked.

"Three-thirty. And you? Two?" I knew she had to work every evening, but then either morning or afternoon. But this morning, she had been at the café with me.

"I only gotta work at five today. I switched and have the afternoon off. I couldn't have done this during lunch break," she said solemnly.

So she did plan everything. Nice. And we had accomplished it. We finished the food in silence, while the last three hours resonated like the quieter passages of a grandiose symphony. We kissed again, and I got up. I waved at her as I was leaving and went down those three or four old, flimsy metal steps. When I lit a cigarette, the wind was blowing around my face, and I was incredibly grateful, counting my blessings.