So, young Fleure, your foster parents asked if you could spend the afternoon here with me while they go to some matinee at the Dome theatre. You’ve brought your homework I see. They said I would be able to help you if you got stuck. They obviously think just because I was once a teacher I know about all sorts of subjects. Well, I assure you that your on your own unless it’s about history or economics � and it’s some time since I taught them. Anyway, if I can help I sure as hell will.
You’re looking very happy and pretty this afternoon � much happier than when I saw you yesterday with your parents at your house. By the way, how is it, the new house, now that you’ve moved in. Do you have a nice bedroom all to yourself? Are you happy there?
Fleure thought about it briefly...
“Yes. It’s a nice house and I do have a bedroom that is quite large and comfortable. Though it’s nothing like as big as this house. Do you live here all by yourself?”
“Yes, I do. I’m glad you like it. And I would like you to think that you can come here whenever you want. As we are neighbours and you seem a very responsible young lady, I’m sure I can arrange for you to have a spare set of keys. Then you could come and go as you please. It also means that if I come home and realise I’ve forgotten my keys then I can always use your set.
“Wow. That sounds great. Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me. It’s you who will be doing me a favour.
There is a pause in the conversation. I go to the fridge and pour us half each of a coke as well as my spare key to the front door.
“Here is the spare key to the front door � keep it � I’ll get you a full set later this week,. To change the subject, can I ask you about yourself, Fleure? You don’t have to tell me anything � of course you don’t � But I’d really like to know more about you. Your mum and dad, I mean your foster parents, they explained that your mum sent you over here to go and live with some relatives who, in the end, didn’t turn up. They didn’t explain anything more except to say you were 13 years old.
“I must say that you look much older than 13. Is that really your age?”
“Almost 14”
“OK, almost 14. But still in many ways you seem older than that.”
“Well, the truth is quite complicated and I’m not sure there is anyone who knows everything. I remember hardly anything at all from when I was very young My mother, gave birth to me when she was 15. She had been kicked out of home by her father when he found she was pregnant. She had me while living with her older sister. She was anxious to avoid registering my birth as it would be official acknowledgement that she’d had an illegitimate child and her father would have to know about it. It was a small island where we lived and it was easy to avoid things like official registration. After a while � I’ve no idea how long, perhaps a year � my aunt moved to Jamaica. and took me. That might have been a year like my aunt said but I think it was much longer than that, maybe 2 or 3 years. Anyhow, it was only when I went to secondary school that it became necessary for me to have a birth certificate. My aunt pretended I was her daughter and vowed that I was eleven which, according to the certificate, then became my age. I honestly don’t know but it is definitely possible that I am really as old as 15, maybe even 16.”
“Was it your aunt that sent you to England?”
“Yes. It was her boyfriend. She had never married. Her boyfriend, Jack, started playing about with me. My aunt didn’t want to have it out with him because he was our main source of money and, in general, he was a very kind, hard-working man. So she wrote to some relative or other and told them she was sending me over and to meet me at the airport. Of course, there was nobody there to meet me and so I ended up in social services. After that I was fostered out which is how I come to be living here, next door to you.”.
“Can I ask you about Jack? I don’t want to upset you, so if you’d rather not talk about it that’s OK”
“No. I don’t mind. I think the whole thing upset my aunt more than it upset me. You see, Jack was basically a very kind, gentle man. I think he wanted sex with someone younger than my aunt. Or maybe, she wasn’t prepared to have sex with him as much as he wanted. At first he just touched me. He didn’t hurt me. It didn’t make me feel particularly good or bad. It was just something my nice uncle Jack asked me to let him do and he said he liked it and thanked me and bought me little presents � sweets and things. After a few months like that � him touching me - he started asking me to rub him. So he would get his cock out and start rubbing it. and then ask me to join in. I remember I used to watch, fascinated, waiting for him to spurt his cum. He always made sure he had a paper tissue ready so it wouldn’t go everywhere. Of course, it didn’t stay like that. It wasn’t long before he started fucking me. But by then my aunt was pretty wise to what was going on and that’s when she decided I should come to England.”
“Can I ask, when Jack fucked you, did you enjoy it at all?”
“No. Don’t get me wrong. He didn’t hurt me. He was always gentle and he used to rub some kind of vaseline on his prick so it would go in easy. But I didn’t enjoy what he was doing except in the sense that I liked it because it gave him pleasure.”
“I see. And now? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No, I don’t. I have one friend and she’s a girl. She is fifteen and like me she does not have a dad. Her mum comes from the Philipines and she is a nurse at the local hospital. We’re very close and we tell each other everything.”
“Well, Fleure, that’s very interesting. You seem very grown-up to me. I’m sure we will get to know each other better so long as we are neighbours and you come and visit me. Anyhow, this afternoon, thanks to my agreement with your parents, you are due to spend the next couple of hours in my house here.. I’ll show you round.”
I shepherd Fleure through the various rooms, making sure she knows where the bathroom is, in case she wants to use the toilet. Afterwards we sit down in the front room. She starts flicking through her homework and I continue with the book I have been reading.
Perhaps 15 minutes pass in this way. The only sounds come from pages turning and Fleure’s pen and paper. When I finally speak it is laughably trivial,
“Can I ask you a big favour, Fleure?”
“Of course, what is it?”
“Now I come to ask I feel rather embarrassed” I say, “but I don’t suppose you could help me by scratching my back. I have an itch that for the life of me I can’t reach. And anyway, scratching your own back is never as satisfying as someone else doing it for you. Would you mind?”
Fleure looks at me and smiles. Her face lights up. Her white teeth shine against her dark brown skin. She looks very pretty and older than her supposed 13 years. She moves to get up out of her chair and as she does so her small breasts are starkly outlined by her stretched t-shirt. ‘Tits are too small and firm to need a bra” I absent mindedly note. She comes over to where I’m sitting on the sofa and sits down beside me. She puts a small hand rather tentatively up my sweatshirt and very gently rubs my bare back.
“Can you do it a bit harder please love....and use your nails. Yes...that’s it � ooh that’s good....a bit further up. ... yes....and a bit to the right. Oh that’s great. Yes. Brilliant. Oh that’s nice � yes � all over � right up to my shoulders and down to my pants. Superb. Thanks. That was absolutely delightful.”
“Did you really enjoy it that much, Dave? Or were you exaggerating?”
“Absolutely not. I enjoyed every second. Haven’t you ever had your back scratched? I think it’s one of the great pleasures in life, to get your back scratched by someone.”
“I don’t remember anybody ever scratching my back. We used to have something my mum called a loafer that she used for washing my back in the bath and that was nice. But it wasn’t the same as scratching � at least I don’t think so.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what, why don’t I scratch your back � just a little � and see if you like it?”
“OK. I’m not sure I’m going to enjoy it the way you did.”
Fleure pulls up her t-shirt so it is tucked under her tiny breasts and twist round on the sofa so her back is facing me. I gently start scratching, starting at the top, the back of her shoulders. It’s not long before she is making sounds of pleasure and even asking me to scratch harder. As I do so she bends forward from the waist attempting to expose as much of her back as possible. Soon my fingers are down to the top of her young hips. I gently push down the shorts and knickers she is wearing to allow me to scratch just below her hips and just above her bottom.
“How’s that” I ask -”Enough?”
“No! more. More”
“Are you sure that’s alright?” I ask as I push her shorts and knickers down another 2 or so inches.
“Yes. I think so. Nobody’s looking are they?”
“I don’t think anyone can see in: the curtains are closed. I’ll tell you this � if someone did look in they’d see the loveliest, cutest little bottom.
Actually Fleure, it might be better if you sit on my lap. That way I should be able to scratch your back more easily and you won’t have to stretch yourself forward. That’s it � yes � just a little bit backwards towards me.”
I am holding her hips and pulling her gently backwards on my thighs. I am unavoidably aware how close her bottom is to my less than flaccid prick. This knowledge provokes an obscene image of tearing off her knickers and shorts and thrusting a stiff prick into her. But this is just a thought and I am immediately rather ashamed of ever having had it.
I renew my gentle scratching of Fleur’s back starting again at the top around her shoulders and slowly moving southwards. My right hand, in an apparently innocent move, scratches the right hand side of her back and then just a little round to the side. Fleure is plainly enjoying the scratching sensation. Her appreciation is expressed in a sort of moaning-come-purring noise. My movements are gentle and apparently repetitive but my fingers, now almost past her back and side, are moving round and close to her breast. As if it was just a slight variation of my scratching, my fingers gently clasp Fleure’s small and firm right breast. It takes just a second or two for me to recognise that I am feeling her erect nipple in the palm of my hand. I use my fingers to check. The nipple bud is solidly protruding. This beautiful, slight little adolescent is turned on. I return my hand to her back but now, knowing the effect my scratching is having, I push downwards, pushing her knickers and shorts as far down as they will go. Any further will require Fleure to raise her bottom so I can push them down towards her thighs and knees. I am surprised and not a little pleased at the cooperation, or at least lack of resistance I am encountering. I make the decision to stop scratching for the moment and, instead, I put my hands either side of her hips, my thumbs hooked round the clothes, my fingers gently lifting her bottom. By myself the manoeuvre won’t work. I need compliance. She hesitates just a second then, keen to remove the impediments, of her own accord, she raises her bottom and my thumbs and fingers deftly push the clothes to a point well down her thighs. For a moment I am worried perhaps I have gone too far so I push her back so she is bent forward and resume scratching as if that had always been my one and only purpose. But my fingers are now well below her belt line. They are stroking rather than scratching her young, shiny brown bum cheeks. Every now and then, driven by lust, my fingers dig into her flesh. Fleure gasps. It’s a gasp that has that raw rasp of sexual desire. I put both hands round and clasp her breasts. I barely hold them for a few seconds, rubbing the hard nipples in the palms of my hand, before my right hand, curious and expectant, delves down between her thighs and touches her vagina.
My fingers very softly explore before daring to intrude just a little more than a fingernail.
“Your cunt’s wet” I tell her,
“That’s rude! That’s a rude word. You shouldn’t say that.”
“It’s just a word. What do you want me to say? -’You’re vagina’s wet’? Or maybe, you want me to tell you, ‘My penis is erect’ instead of ‘My prick is hard’? Look Fleure, let’s be honest and open. I’m touching you, your cunt, your vagina, your pussy � call it what you want. This is sex. One word from you and it will stop � if that’s what you want. You’re not a virgin. Yes you had a bad experience with sex back home but, trust me, it doesn’t have to be like that. People enjoy sex with each other � getting pleasure for themselves and giving pleasure to their partner. And when people are enjoying sex with each other they use all the basic words you’ve heard in the school yard, not the words they use in the classroom in sex education classes. I suppose I might ask you, ‘Can I have sexual intercourse with you?’ but c’mon, man or woman, boy or girl, we say ‘Can I fuck you?’ And talking that way � freely, using words that are common and down-to-earth - that’s part of the pleasure of sex with someone.”
Fleure is sitting, still on my lap and still facing away from me. She is looking down to where the fingers of my right hand have disappeared between her thighs. I speak quietly into her ear,
“I can feel your stiff nipple. The feeling of that against my hand is enough by itself to make me horny, let alone the feeling of grasping both of your tits and wanting to lick and suck them. And my other hand between your thighs can feel the warmth and the wetness. That wetness is your cunt � your cunt juices. And I can’t think of anything in the world at this moment that I wouldn’t rather do the than lie between your legs and and lick and taste and suck your beautiful, sexy young cunt. Lick and taste your juices. Lick and suck your clit. “
I stop for a moment, fearing what I have said will upset Fleure and she will react badly.
“Have I upset you” I tentatively murmur in her ear.
“No.....not at all. I don’t think so. When you said what you just said it was actually quite exciting. It made me want those things you said.”
“So, what is it you want? - Do you want to tell me?”
“You know ----what you said....about licking my cunt. Nobody’s ever done that to me”
“OK, come on, pretty, little sexy child. Let’s do it. Take your knickers off and let’s go in the bedroom.”
Fleure lies on the bed � she has taken off her top as well as her knickers and shorts. Perhaps nervous, her little, vulnerable body is rather stiff. I lie down next to her and explain,
“There are different ways to do this. But since it’s the first time you’ve had your cunt licked I think there’s a couple of things to get clear. First, I am going to lie down between your legs and use my fingers and my mouth to lick and rub your cunt. If you decide you don’t like it, say so and I’ll stop immediately. If, on the other hand, you start to get carried away, don’t worry, just go with it and perhaps you’ll have an orgasm � you know like when you’re by yourself and you rub yourself or stick something up your cunt. Only, if you do have an orgasm � if you cum � I’m pretty sure it will be better than when you do it for yourself. Are you ready?” I ask as I slide down the bed, carefully spread Fleure’s legs and start tasting the wet pleasure of her young cunt flesh.. Almost immediately she starts moaning with pleasure and moving her hips so her cunt engages ever more firmly with my mouth. I can sense she is already on the way to an orgasm. But it’s too soon for that. I disengage and move back up the bed. She looks disappointed.
“God, child, you taste good. That’s how a sexy young cunt should taste. So good.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Well there are other ways of doing this that I thought you might prefer. For example, you could get on your hands and knees and I could lick you from behind. Or, I could lick you from behind if you lie sideways and I lie behind you with my face between your thighs and my feet up the other end. Or we could have sixty-nine.”
“I’ve heard of that � how does it work?”
“Easiest is if we lie side-by-side and I lick your cunt while you suck my prick. But you can also do it if I lie on my back and you straddle my face and put your cunt against my mouth while you put my prick in your mouth.”
“I’d like to suck you prick. - See! I can use those words � you’ve taught me something..”
I smile and pull Fleure close to me.
“Yes, Fleure, you learn quickly. And I bet you felt a bit of a thrill talking dirty like that?”
She nods.
“Well, let me tell you this. You have an amazing sexy body. I can’t wait for you to get my prick out and put it in your mouth. Feel your fingers rubbing it, gently scratching my balls, licking them, licking underneath, then back to my prick. And when that’s done I can’t wait to fuck you. I can’t wait to stick my prick all the way up there (my fingers are gently doing in and out of her dripping cunt). I imagine it entering slowly, penetrating bit by bit till the whole length is stuck right up your cunt. It stays there and we both put fingers down touching what we can feel. Then, when you’re ready you must tell me, say those important words, command me � I can;t wait to hear you say iy it : ‘fuck me’. Then I insert my prick just here (my fingers stroke and pull her cunt lips apart) and I push further in and when I’m right in and you say you are comfortable, then I start thrusting in and out � slipping in and out, spreading your juices. Fucking you”
We lie on the bed side by side. I take my two wet fingers out of Fleure’s cunt and bring them up so they are in the small space between our two faces. Very slowly I put the fingers in my mouth and suck them. We are staring at each other. She raises an arm and her hand lightly clasps my wrist and tugs it toward her so she, too, can suck the fingers.
“God. The way you talk - and the way you touch me � it’s making me feel so horny. I mean, it’s like there’s something deep inside me that’s taking over my body. Bits are tingling. Skin � no! much more than skin � my flesh is prickly as if it needs to be rubbed and licked and sucked � my cunt needs something in it � I’m missing your fingers. Even my bum where you were scratching it before wants more..” Fleure pauses.
“Are you going to fuck me.?” she quietly inquires.
“Only if you promise to join in.”
“I promise. So, let me look at your prick.”
Fleure tugs down my shorts and looks carefully at my prick. She examines it. She touches it � holds it between 2 fingers and a thumb then very softly wraps her complete hand round it and strokes it up and down. It had emerged from my shorts perhaps three-quarters erect. A few hand strokes and it was rigid.
“It looks very big.”
“I don’t think so”, I reply, “it’s only average for a circumcised male of my age. But I’ll tell you this, young vixen, you rubbing it like that makes it feel a hell of a lot bigger.”
“Well, I think it is very big. In fact, I’m not sure it isn’t too big to fit in my mouth.”
Fleure bends down and tentatively guides my prick into her mouth. She immediately starts sucking the top 3 inches the bottom she rubs vigorously. Her technique might lack subtlety but watching her enthusiasm fully makes up for that.
It is a sight I realise I have no right to expect. Here is this young dark brown sylph of a girl, naked with her velvet skin glistening in the late afternoon sunlight that has sneaked in between the half-closed curtains, sucking my prick. As I look down I can see her face concentrating on the job in hand. She stops, momentarily, just to take her face away so she may look up and smile at me. She gives my saliva covered prick a friendly shake and rub before returning it to the wet warmth of her mouth.
“Careful” I warn, “You’re getting too good at this. If you keep going like this I won’t be able to control myself and you will end up with me shooting my cum in your mouth. Apart from not being to your taste it might also delay proceedings till I get another erection good enough to fuck you.”
Fleure takes my prick out of her mouth. She has her right hand slowly stroking it while her left hand is caressing and gently juggling with my balls.
“Come on” she says, smiling and ostentatiously licking her lips, “Come on, fuck me.”
I climb over so I am kneeling between her legs. I push a pillow under her bum then take my still saliva coated prick in my hand, guide it steadily up and down the slit of Fleure’s cunt before rubbing it hard against her pink clit. She groans,
“Oh, I like that...more...harder...harder”
“Go on”, I tell her, “you hold it. Rub it as hard as you want against the bits you want.”
I take her hand and plant it on my prick. Half-kneeling, bent forwards and propped up by stiff arms I watch as Fleur pushes, strokes and slaps my prick against her clit. It is testing me. What she is doing is disgustingly erotic and more and more I feel like my prick wants to explode and splat its cum all over her exposed cunt. Just as I think I am about to give in to this selfish primeval lust, Fleure grasps my prick very firmly at the base and moves it the inch or so to her cunt. She spreads her legs a little wider, places my prick perhaps 2 or maybe 3 inched inside her, looks me in the eyes and murmurs...
“Stick it in. Right in. All the way. Not too fast...nice and slow. I want to feel every last centimetre of your prick as it goes in “........then......”FUCK ME.....Fuck me mister and fuck me hard. Oh yes. Yes. Oh that’s so good. You’re slipping in and out so good, so natural, so easy....My juices are everywhere....I can hear them squelching as you push your prick back in....let me feel....oh yes...your balls are dripping with my wet cunt...its everywhere...Oh. ..I think its happening....I can’t stop it....can’t stop....I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”
I manage to hold back until Fleur’s orgasm has begun to subside.
“Oh Christ, little girl. You’ve got me cumming. I can’t hold back any longer. Just a few more thrusts like this....give you all my prick....all of it slamming into you....right up you sopping wet schoolgirl cunt....wet....tight. ....oh yes..... where?.....”
“Here. All over my cunt...Oh yes...let me hold it...spurting all over my cunt and my tummy.”
Afterwards we relaxed, quite sweetly lying on our backs, Fleure’s head resting on my upper chest. After a while just lying there, Fleure asked
“Was I any good? Be honest was I good for you?”
“You were sensational. Fucking you was out of this world. You were just you and it was perfect. Are you able to come over tomorrow � or am I just being greedy?”
“It should be OK. They’ve got something booked for every afternoon this week. I think tomorrow there going to London. They’ve got tickets for a show and then they’re eating out. So they probably won’t be home till late. Yeh, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”
Swiftly she shot out of bed and dressed. With the same youthful agility she splashed some soap and water on her face, dried herself, did a pee and with a happy ‘see you tomorrow’ opened the front door and let herself out.
The following day Fleure rang the bell about 2.30 and came bounding in, as ever full of life.
“What we going to do? “ Then with a sheepish smile, “more of what we did yesterday, I hope.”
She came over to me for a kiss. As we embraced she thrust her pelvis hard against me. My hands sought her bum, slipping under her fresh t-shirt and inside the top of her knickers. My nails dug into her flesh, not roughly or painfully, just enough to express my lust for her body. She responded with her back of the throat purr of appreciation. She pushed a bit harder forward, my fingers sank lower to the point where her bum cheeks curled under and met the top of her thighs, I pulled her towards me at the same time pulling those cheeks apart. I felt her warmth down there
“OK. So I’ve been thinking and I have a suggestion. If you’re right about your parents being out till late then we’ve got a good few hours together. If you agree I think it might be a good idea � practical and sexy � to start by washing each other. I know we’re both clean people but I want us to get really intimate with each other’s bodies and, therefore it seems to me mutual washing might be fun.”
“I’m totally OK with that. I agree. Do you think I can also shave my pussy hair � sorry! Not my pussy � my cunt.!”
“Better not to shave it � save that for another time. We’ll use my electric hair cutter instead � alright?”
Fleure nods. I point out that it would make sense to start with that job then go on to washing. I get her to stand on the bathroom stool and I carefully shave her pubic hair leaving just a stubble, maybe a quarter of an inch long. She runs her fingers through what’s left and seems well pleased by the results. I sweep up the cuttings. We then start the washing. After a brief discussion we agree it is probably best and easiest to strip right down and share a shower. This we do.
I enjoy washing Fleure’s young breasts. I adore their firmness. I find soaping them is very sexy as my hands rub across her stiffening nipples. She giggles and mucks around as she washes my prick and balls. I turn her round and start washing her bum. I use lots of soap and my fingers carefully become more and more intimate. When they reach her anus she politely asks if it is appropriate. I turn her round so we are face to face. I want to be honest with her. I want her to know that there is nothing wrong with what I’m doing and it will be for her pleasure.
“Fleure, I want to wash you there because I want you to realise that your bum is another part of your body that can give sexual pleasure.”
As I speak my fingers are behind Fleure soaping along the passage between her bum cheeks but now stopping at her anus.
“It’s a fact that there are tiny nerve endings all round there.”(My fingers are circling and gently rubbing and massaging her sweet, tiny hole.)”If you relax you can feel a pleasant sensation as I rub like this. I see you smile a little -it’s working isn’t it? (She nods) And if I do this (I push a finger until it just begins to intrude into her anus, )Does that hurt? (She wags her head) Do you want more? (She nods) I’m pushing a bit more, OK? (she nods) I think you’re more relaxed now and I’m pushing my finger further in. You see it’s in. Does it feel OK?”
“Mmm It feels good. It’s very sexy but in a different way to normal sex.”
“It is normal sex. Don’t be shocked. Gay men fuck each other having anal sex and a huge proportion of heterosexual couples also have anal sex. Years ago I had a girlfriend who could only cum with anal stimulation, She had to be fucked in her bum to reach a proper orgasm.”
Fleure seems more receptive now so I start agitating my finger.
“What are you doing now?”
“What I’m doing now is pushing my finger in and out. It’s usually called finger-fucking. It also is helping clean you thoroughly. You will then be clean enough for me to kiss and lick you anus. That’s called rimming. But don’t worry I’m not demanding any of these things. I’m just telling you and if you don’t want anything to do with anal sex that’s OK � just say so. No problem.”
“I’ll need to think about it.”
“Fine. Shall we rinse off and then get dried? Then we can go to the bedroom.”
When we are there, at first we just lie together naked, a cotton sheet half-covering us.” We kiss and I softly caress Fleure’s breasts, her bum and her cunt. She strokes my prick and her fingers tickle and explore below my balls.
“How are you going to fuck me?” she asks rather politely.
“That depends what you want. Perhaps you want to try out lots of different positions or maybe you have a position in mind already or maybe you just want to do it straightforwardly like we did it yesterday.”
“The other day I was listening to 2 of our school dinner ladies. They were sitting outside drinking tea and they didn’t see me, They weren’t very old � Not much older than our sixth-formers � and they were talking about sex and one was telling the other that she’d been picked up the evening before by a student at the college she works in evenings. She said he fucked her in the back of the car. She said it was the best fuck she’d had in ages. She said it was pretty cramped but she’d managed to get on her hands and knees and he’d fucked her from behind. She said it was amazing.”
Fleure thought for a moment, then...
“Do you think we could do it like that?”
What an amazing sight. I am standing at the end of the bed. In front of me the young dark-skinned teenager is on her knees. I climb on the bed and kneel behind her. I lightly scratch her back, my fingers coming all the way down to her bum. I repeat this 3 more times and each time my fingers end their journey touching her warm and, as yet only damp cunt. I take my prick and use my hand to push it down between the cheeks of Fleure’s bum. Again, my prick completes its journey by rubbing firmly against her cunt. When it reappears there are clear signs of glistening juices that then get wiped off as I push it once more on its downward journey between the mounds of firm brown flesh. On the fourth foray I make sure my prick is hard against the crack and as it descends to her anus I slow its progress and manoeuvre it so it rubs against the small hole for a second or two before ending its journey rubbing back and forth across Feure’s increasingly wet cunt.. I want to satisfy the beautiful child. I want to fuck her from the rear. But I want to watch, to see as far as possible how it looks when it happens. I gently adjust Fleure’s body so her head is pushed hard on the bed. The result is an amazing view of Fleure’s bum and cunt.. Fully exposed. Two holes � one I am shortly going to enter with my prick, the other, hopefully, a fruit for picking in days to come.
I guide my prick to her cunt. I rub it briefly against and between the lips at the entrance. Taking aim I push my prick into the hole.
“Oh Christ, Fleure. Every tiny fraction of my prick is tingling. I can scarcely believe it but from behind your cunt is even tighter. I can feel your wet cunt grasping my stiff cock, Oh, that’s so delightful. Your nipples are so fucking hard. My prick wants to keep rubbing up inside your cunt for ever and ever. Can you feel this, feel my fingers underneath on your clit, rubbing it. You put a finger there too � go on. Touch my prick as it goes in and out � oh yes � pinch it hard. That feels so good � and that � for God’s sake - is that your finger I can feel as I push my prick in. Oh you filthy bitch � you’ve stuck a finger in your cunt while I’m fucking it. It’s even tighter. Oh Look � look at my prick � it’s smothered in your cunt juices. Look!. (I pull out and present my juice-sodden prick so Fleure can look over her shoulder and see it. She smiles, reaches behind and rubs it hard with her right hand.) That’s good, that’s very good girl. That’s sloppy wet rubbing. Hold on child...I’ have to taste you...stay as you are...That’s it...”
I flatten down behind Fleure and my tongue and lips � my whole mouth devour her wet cunt. This can’t last long. I tell her so and explain I have to poke my prick back inside her delicious cunt. As I draw my mouth away from her cunt, I wipe it up towards her bum-hole, I wipe my tongue and lips hard against it, managing to insert my tongue just a fraction inside. I hear Fleure gasp out loud � it sounds like surprise but its quickly followed by her voice, “That is amazing!” she says breathlessly.
I am back behind her fucking = we are like animals. I am pushing in, she is wriggling her arse trying to extract every ounce of pleasure from the fuck.
“That’s it Fleure. That ‘s my prick fucking your cunt. Feel this, just like a fucking animal.(I am pushing hard in and slipping back out before pounding in again.)This is fucking. Feel my prick. It’s rigid. Its hot. It wants to explode. It wants to carry on fucking you like this. It wants to violate all of your privacy. It wants to be in here (I thrust hard in � all the way) and one day it wants to fuck this as well (My fingers are prodding her anus). Keep moving your arse like that. “
I lean back. My prick is stuck deep in her wet cunt. I take a bum cheek in either hand and I pull them apart. Then I push the cheeks forward. But I don’t move. Consequently, as Fleure slides forward my prick begins to re-emerge..Her cunt’s forward momentum allows my glistening prick to appear bit by bit. Just as soon as it is completely out I use my grip on her bum cheeks to pull her back hard, quick and firm, so my prick once again impales itself into the wetness of her cunt hole. I do this once more. This time as I pull the cheeks apart and back to allow the rapid thrust of my prick to completely enter her, Fleure utters an ecstatic cry of “Oh Yes!”. By the time I attempt to repeat what we’ve been doing, Fleure has caught on. She no longer needs my guidance. She is pushing forward and backwards fucking my prick. Her little arse is getting faster and faster. The squelching of juices is getting louder and her cries of pleasure are getting longer. She is beyond stopping. I look down and keep my prick in position concentrating hard on not cumming. Fleure is beyond recall. Her orgasm, as it grows, is pushing her to go as fast as she can, back and forth on my sliding wet cock. Then as the orgasm reaches its crisis, she pushes as hard back as she can and just utters, “Oh fuck.” She collapses face down on the bed.
After a short while, maybe one or two minutes, She turns her head towards me, looking me in the eyes. I’m still kneeling beside her.
“That was truly amazing” she tells me, “I was going to ask if you enjoyed as much as me, but I can see you didn’t cum.” She reaches behind her and strokes my rapidly drying prick. “Do you want to cum now?”
“Yes, that would be good” I reply
“Do you want to fuck me”
“Better not, in case I can’t control myself and end up shooting it all up inside you.”
“Shall I rub you � masturbate you � then maybe you can cum on my tummy or my tits � actually you can shoot wherever you want � after that amazing fuck I can hardly complain what you choose.”
“I want to rub my prick between these” I say as I gently caress her her two buttocks.. I pull them apart. “I just want to feel this flesh engulf my prick as I rub against it. Can you help me and hold them like this?”
“Sure. It sounds very sexy.”
Fleure holds her bum cheeks apart and I place my prick in the hollow between. “Squeeze them together a bit” I ask, “That’s good. Yes it’s making my prick all tingly and excited and ready to cum. You don’t have to stay silent, you know. If you want to say things, for God’s sake say them.
“I can feel your prick. I can feel it pushing and thrusting between my bum cheeks. It’s beginning to make me all horny again. I’m thinking of just a few minutes ago when that prick was fucking me, going in and out, and making my cunt wet and helpless. When I knew I was cumming I just couldn’t get enough � I wanted your prick deep inside me and at the same time I wanted the feeling of it going in and out like a real fuck. Now you’re getting me all excited again rubbing against me like that. I think you are getting faster and harder. You are. ..”
“Yes I am cumming. I’m going to spurt my white cum up the crack in your arse.” I pull Fleure up by her hips then pull her bum cheeks apart. I rub my prick hard against the flesh of her arse. I know I have to shoot. As I feel my cum about to squirt out, I press the head of my prick against Fleure’s bum-hole.
“Oh, she cries. Yes, go on. Cum. You can do it. Just fuck and fuck and cum and cum.”
My penetration of Fleure’s anus is no more than a centimetre and the white cum is spreading, not in her, but all around her hole as she cries “Rub” and urges me “Cum” I gradually subside. Her bum is a mess.
She’s lying on her tummy. I get off the bed, go to the adjacent bathroom, grab a couple of tissues and a wet flannel, and in little more than a minute the mess is no more.
I lie down next to Fleure and she turns on to her back.. But she twists her head to lightly kiss my lips and mouth a ‘thank you’. I respond in kind. I reach across and stroke one of her breasts. The nipple is no longer erect. She puts a langourous hand down and slowly plays with my prick and then my balls.
“That” I tell her quietly, “was the best fuck of my life. I can’t believe it will ever get better than that.”
“At the end, when you were cumming, I thought you were going to stick it (she shakes my prick playfully) up my bum. You know I wouldn’t have minded. It was all so amazing you could have done anything to me and I wouldn’t have cared.”
“Yes, I was tempted But I didn’t want to hurt you first time. It’s the sort of thing that you have to do gently at the beginning. I did have the impression that you were getting horny again there at the end and just for a moment I was thinking how good it would be to fuck your arse. Still, I’m glad we can keep it for another time.”
“Your prick’s beginning to get stiff again. At least, it’s not so soft as it was 5 minutes ago. You know it’s a really sexy thing to feel it begin to stiffen and get bigger while I’m holding it like this. Do you masturbate much?”
“Pretty frequently. Most days, I guess.”
“Is it more sensitive in some parts or the same all along?” she asked as she tried to rub what was still a rather bendy handful.
“No the bit at the end is more sensitive though there are ways of touching it at the bottom part that can be very stimulating.. I think you’re beginning to get wet” I tell Fleure as my fingers now start playing with her cunt. “Do you masturbate much” I ask.
“Quite often � about three or four times a week I suppose.”
“And, do you use your fingers or do you have something you use instead, perhaps a vibrator.”
“God. no. I’ve never had a vibrator though I’d like to have the chance to use one. I have tried some things but they were either uncomfortable or didn’t work. “
“What never?”
“Well there was one time recently. I don’t know that I should tell you but I suppose it's Okay. You know I told you I have a friend, Philipina girl called J. Well last week I went to a sleepover in her house. After lights out we started getting quite intimate and we were discussing what we used for masturbating. J said she used a � don’t laugh � a large carrot. She asked if I would like to try it. Anyway, she went downstairs supposedly to get a glass of water and when she came back she had a carrot, quite big but not huge. Well, there’s no need to go into the details but she brought me off using the carrot.”
“Wow. You mean, it wasn’t you using the carrot to masturbate but it was J � sort of fucking you with a carrot.”
“Yeh. I suppose so � if you want to put it like that”
“Was it good? I mean did you enjoy it?”
“It worked and I enjoyed the experience but it wasn’t anything like what we’ve jus been doing. Watching J insert the carrot was definitely very exciting. The look on her face, all the concentration � It’s hard to describe but I could see she was all totally involved And, somehow, I knew she was incredibly sexually excited. I would have sworn she was on her way to an orgasm but, to be very honest, I was so concentrating on my own experience that I don’t know how she was at the end. I remember watching her � looking at her face � as she used the carrot to fuck me and as she rubbed my clit and it was as if it were her being fucked. At the time I thought nothing of it though afterwards I though it all a bit strange. Afterwards we were very close. It’s the only time I’ve ever felt what I suppose you would call lesbian tendencies. We kissed and hugged each other. But that wasn’t sexy in the same way as before.”
“Hi, Jake this is my friend Lila. I told you about her the other day and then, when I told her about you, she said she would really like to meet you.”
“Hi Lila, nice to meet you.” I made an effort to look her in the face but it was only seconds before I was quickly scanning her body. She was much the same height as Fleure but slightly heavier. She was wearing the ubiquitous combination of shorts and t-shirt. Her breasts were not large but certainly bigger than Fleure’s. Bra straps were outlined beneath the taut cotton of the t-shirt.
“Well would you two like a drink � a soft drink, hot drink or a glass of wine maybe. You both look old enough to enjoy that.”
It took little persuasion and soon the two young girls were sharing a bottle of cold Chablis with me. It was late autumn but still the weather was warm and sitting down in my south-facing front room with the patio door wide open the three of us found conversation easy. Initially the subject matter was trivial and centred round home and school. Eventually, I broke this polite chit-chat by asking Fleure directly what she had told Lila of our relationship. I was a little taken aback when Fleure, unabashed, announced she had told Lila everything. For a moment I said nothing but I could not stop myself from asking what “everything” meant.
“I told Lila all what we did.”
“In detail?” I asked
“Yes, in all the detail I could remember. And she kept asking me all sorts of questions that I answered about what exactly I did and what you did and what it felt like and what it looked like and so on...”
“So Lila”, I turned to her and asked, “did you enjoy hearing about all this wild sex that Fleure and me have had. How detailed did it get?”
Lila smiled, a little embarrassed, and said “very detailed”
“Like what?”
“Well, I know your prick is circumcised and about 6 to 7 inches long and mainly pink. I know that yesterday you fucked Fleure from behind and got your rocks off rubbing your prick up and down her bum and almost fucked her in that hole before spurting your cum all over her bottom.”
It took me a moment or two to fully absorb what Lila had just said. I was not angry or upset � not in the least. But I was bewildered with the knowledge that the two girls had so freely and openly spoken of these matters that for some reason or other I considered private. It was, after all, a rather unusual sharing between two teenage girls. It occurred to me that what was particularly strange was that Lila was apparently so keen to be told of the detail.
“Lila, ” I began, “Can I ask you a couple of questions?” She nodded assent.
“Well, the main thing I’d like to know is why? Why did you ask Fleure to divulge all the details of our sex? I mean I can understand a certain amount of ordinary curiosity but to want to know all that detail....don’t you think that’s a bit unusual, a bit strange?”
Lila barely considered it before responding...
“Not really. I’ve had very little experience of sex. In fact, to be honest, I’ quite frightened of doing it. I sort of like hearing about sex and watching it but I’ awfully frightened of doing it.”
There was something about the way Lila said this that prompted my next question.
“OK, I see. This is a very rude question so you don’t have to answer it...Do you get a kick out of watching other people have sex.?”
Lila looked hard at me, rather quizically, before answering...
“Yes. I do. I watch a lot of porn with people having sex. Actually, I used to watch a lot but much less these days. I’ll tell you the truth. By chance � I promise you I did not plan it � I got to watch a couple of people I know having sex and it was a huge turn on.”
“Do you mean you came while you were watching them fuck?”
“Not just fuck. They licked and sucked. They did all the sort of things I had seen on the porn films � and more. Only, somehow, because it was live human beings it seemed so much more exciting than watching it on a screen. And I remember, that first time, I was so turned on watching them that I put my hand down to touch myself only to be shocked at how wet I was. My knickers were soaked.”
“Can I ask how come you were able to watch this couple having sex?”
“Oh, they were my older cousins. It was a family gathering. We have it every year at Easter. We hire two or three of these holiday cottages on a farm in Sussex and we all meet up for a couple of days.. It was one afternoon when most of the family had gone out for a long afternoon walk. The boy, jeff, is my mum’s sister’s son and the girl Hazel, and she’s the daughter of my dad’s sister. The cottages are very close together. I’d just been to put out some rubbish in the bins and as I walked past their cottage I could see them kissing. Actually, they were just finishing a kiss and Jeff was leading Hazel out of the door at the back of the room presumably going to the bedroom. I thought that when they got there they would close the curtains but looking down the alley that ran between their cottage and ours I could see that the curtains were still open. It was far too risky for me to stand in the alley and look in through the windows to see what they were doing but our cottage being a few feet lower than theirs, I knew that I could stand on a chair in the bathroom and get a good look at what they were doing. I got into position but then I realised they were just a bit too far away for me to see exactly what they were doing. I climbed down off the chair because I remembered my dad had brought his bird-watching binoculars with him. I remembered seeing them on the window-sill in the front room. I got them and returned to my perch in the bathroom. I was at a bit of an angle but the binoculars were perfect and I could see more or less all they got up to. By the time I got set up they were naked on top of the bed and she was sucking his cock and dribbling all over it. I think I must have had 2 or 3 orgasms standing there watching them. I loved it. It was just so exciting. I remember watching as Jeff went to put his prick in Hazel’s cunt and he was sort of clumsy as if he wasn’t quite sure where the hole was. I remember just wishing I was there close to them so I could hold it for him and put it in.”
“How are your experiences with guys? Do you fuck? Or what?”
“No. I know I’m not technically a virgin. That’s down to incidents like that with the carrot that Fleure told me she had described to you. But, actually, I have never been fucked by a fella, In fact, apart from one or two gropings in a car that didn’t get far, I have not really been touched by a fella. Nor have I ever touched a guy’s prick � or even seen one live and close up.”
I didn’t want to upset Lila so I adopted a very soft inquisitive tone when I asked her..
“So, why then are you here with Fleure? I’m only guessing but could it be you want to watch me and Fleure having sex? Maybe you’ve spoken to Fleure ?”
“Yes, we have talked. I’ve told her everything. I’ll be totally honest...I’m very, very fond of Fleure, in fact, I think you might say I’m in love with her. I tell her everything, every detail. And, yes, I did ask her if it would be OK for me to watch her having sex with you. As you might expect, she explained that it was no problem for her, but it would only be possible if you agreed completely.”
“Well, ” I explained smiling “it’s definitely not a problem for me though you will have to be naked like us. I think it would make all of us uncomfortable if Fleure and I were nude and you were sitting there watching us in your t-shirt and shorts.”
Lila smiled and nodded in my direction “Thanks” she said.
Undressing and washing proved far less embarrassing and awkward than I had anticipated. Dried and stimulated by the mutual washing process, the three of us sat, propped up at the head of my large double bed sipping from generously filled wine glasses. As we chatted my fingers stroked Fleure’s firm little breasts and then her, still spikey, cunt. She stroked my firm prick, her fingers, every now and then, straying off to finger my balls or crawl around beneath them. After a while I turned Fleure so she lay on her side facing away. I moved close behind her and pushed my prick between her thighs and sliding against her cunt. She reached down and I could feel finger and thumb squeeze the end of my prick as it emerged in front of her. Lila gave a quiet giggle..
“That looks so sexy” she gasped, It was only then, hearing a very quiet click, that I realised Lila had brought her phone to bed with us and was taking a photo. My first reaction was to feel annoyed but, almost immediately, I remembered our previous conversation and realised she was doing this purely for her own pleasure, Fleure and I had nothing to fear or worry us if Lila chose to take pictures. I put Lila and her snapping out of my mind and rubbed my prick back and forth hard against Fleure’s increasingly wet cunt. She was becoming more and more excited, alternately pushing her bum hard back as my prick receded then widening her thighs as I thrust forward, It didn’t take long before her fingers pushed my prick down, at the same time as she pushed back and opened her legs, groaning “yes” as my prick was forced into her cunt passage. My stiff prick, already lubricated with her dripping secretions, was now enclosed in the wet warmth of her cunt and, as if it had a mind of its own it immediately started shunting in and out of her wet, squelchy teenage cunt.
“Jesus, child, that feels good” I mutter, “So fuckin good, “Go on, beautiful, sit on it..”
I move on to my back, lifting the slight body of Fleure. With my prick still inside her, she is now upright half-sitting, half-kneeling After adroitly adjusting her body position, Fleure resumes fucking, raising and lowering her arse so my prick, like a shaft, is driven up her cunt as she drops down and slides out as she lifts herself. I am almost helpless. My hands reach down and each one grabs a bum cheek helping her arse rise and fall as she fucks with increasing ferocity, impervious it seems to anything else in the world. At one point, in her excitement, she rises a fraction too far and my prick slips out, poking in front of her. Quickly, almost irritated at this momentary interruption, she pushes it firmly back where she wants it in her cunt..She resumes fucking determined to orgasm. She puts a hand down and between finger and thumb she holds my prick at the base and promptly increases the speed and determination of her fucking. In between breaths she mutters ‘I’m cumming. I’m cumming’ then ‘Oh fuck me, fuck me’. Then, ‘It’s there, yes, yes, it’s there I’m cumming, cumming, cumming. As her voice fades she falls back on to me. My prick slips out, stiff � very rigid � stiff and gleaming with cunt juices. I gently move Fleure off me so she is lying by my side. I look down and I see Lilas still in her position at the end of the bed, bending forward to get closer and staring at my prick. I look at her and she at me. Neither of us say a word, I am thinking, ‘please young beauty, just a little further forward and suck my prick. Bring me off in your sweet little mouth.’ I don’t know, but there is something in that exchange of looks that makes me believe she is having the same thought. Nothing is said.
A few minutes pass before Fleure finds the energy and will to return to the land of the living. By now I am propped up at the head of the bed where she now joins me. Lila sits cross-legged at the other end of the bed facing us. There are smiles all round. Smiling, Fleure asks Lila, what she thought of the whole experience � did she enjoy it? Was it what she expected? Was she turned on? Lila’s replies are all positive but give little away. Then Fleure asks to see the photos Lila had taken. She is clearly reluctant but realises she scarcely has any right to refuse the request. She takes the mobile phone from behind her where she had put it in the vain hope that the photography might be forgotten. She leans forward and places it in Fleure’s outstretched hand. Fleure sits back and holding the phone between us where we can both see it, she flips through the shots. They are as explicit as an amateur in her position might hope to capture. I see a picture of Fleure’s bum looking sexier than ever, caught pointing skywards as she dismounted after fucking me. There’s another, of my prick, unflatteringly looking distinctly small, just entering Fleure’s cunt seconds before she plunges down on it.
Fleure looks up from the photographs and asks Lila,
“Shall I take a shot of you sitting there naked? That’ll be a sort of nice memory of how you were this afternoon.”
This was agreed and Lila “posed”, sitting naked on the end of the bed, Then, without giving it any serious consideration I suddenly suggested that I take a picture of the two girls making love. They looked at each other and smiled. Lila nodded and Fleure said ’yes’. I got off the bed holding the mobile. I mentally noted my prick was no longer rigid and sticking out and looked eminently more respectable loosely distended. I told the girls to kiss and took my first snap. I suggested they be more intimate. They needed little encouragement. Shots 1 and 2 : Fleure licking and sucking on Lila’s breasts. Shot 3; Lila dives down pushing Fleure’s thighs apart. Shot 4 : Fleure has twisted round and is sitting on Lila’s face. Shot 5 : same position but Fleure is bent over licking Lila’s cunt..Shot 6 : the girls have noticed my prick is erect and Fleure is encouraging Lila to take it in her mouth while she holds it and helps it towards its target. I take this shot, as it were from above. Not that clear. Shot 7 : Fleure has taken the mobile and takes a stunning still of my prick stiff in Lila’s mouth. Shots 8 and 9 : embarrassment as Fleure photographs my prick an inch from Lila’s lips with her hand clearly in the process of rubbing me off and then the last picture is of white cum spurting from my prick all over Lila, face and tits.
There was no time for embarrassment: the girls treated the whole incident as hilarious and insisted on looking and re-looking at the photos, especially the final one. I silently vowed my revenge.
We cleaned ourselves up and I opened a fresh, cold bottle of Provencal rose. We drank sitting on the bed and discussed Lila’s attitude to sex. I asked her in what way she had enjoyed watching Fleure and me fuck. She said it was hard to describe accurately but it seemed that when she is watching, somehow or other, she transports herself into the person she’s looking at. So, at one point she felt, or thought she felt, all the feelings that Fleure was having. The next minute she was watching me and this time she thought she could feel what is was like for me. I asked her what it was like when Fleure orgasmed, I wanted to know if she also had an orgasm. She wagged her head. “No” she said, but it did feel extra good. Lila and Fleure discussed further. I listened intently, then interrupted to ask how she could possibly know what it was like for Fleure to have an orgasm when she was being fucked, since she was, as she had earlier explained, essentially a virgin. I suggested that if she got to have an orgasm while being fucked by a man’s prick, then she might find it very different from her imaginings.
AS we are talking we are distracted by a mobile ringing. It only takes a moment to work out that the phone is in the bathroom.
“It’s mine” says Fleure, “It’s in a pocket in my jeans.” She scrambles out of bed and hurries to the bathroom. Lila and me are still on the bed. We say nothing and don’t have to strain hard to hear Fleure’s conversation.. It is with her foster mother and clearly involves something that is on a slow-cook and has been inadvertently left on a low light in the kitchen. Fleure returns and explains she has to pop back home to take the stock pot off the heat and strain and empty it. She reckons on taking about half and hour.
I have pulled on boxer shorts to see Fleure out but when I return to the bedroom Lila is in the same position as when I left her, sitting, cross-legged and naked at the foot of the bed. I climb back at the top of the bed and slipping off my shorts I look her in the face. She looks very vulnerable. At first I say nothing but look hard at her face. She is pretty, not beautiful.. Her full lips are slightly parted. Her expression is not assumed but naturally sexual.
“Lila. I want to be realistic. We are both sitting here naked. I think you are amazingly attractive. Yes, I want to kiss you. I want to touch you and I want you to touch me. I would like that and all that might follow but I would do nothing without your consent. What thoughts are you having? Please don’t hesitate to say you do not want my physical approaches. I will understand completely. “
Lila takes only a few seconds before answering.
“I would like that. I mean I would like you to kiss and touch me and yes I want to do that to you as well.”
“This will be your first proper fuck with a man.” Lila nods. “I want it to be sex you will enjoy.. So how would you like this to go? Do you want it to be a sweet gentle, loving experience. or would you like it to be raw, explicit sex?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t really know what the difference is.”
“I’ll try to explain. Look, Lila, let me start by doing my best to explain how I see making love to you � a gentle loving experience.. Here goes....
“Little Lila, little oriental Lila, with your sweet adorable face. You sit there, as naked as the day you were born, with that gentle little smile. Your young breasts sit firm. I’m staring at them - precious fruits I want to taste. No! More than that. To tell you the truth, Lila, I want to taste all of you, not just your breasts. I sit here and stare, trying to see more clearly what lies down there between your thighs. I imagine my cheeks rubbing against the skin on the inside of those thighs as my mouth searches to taste the young soft flesh of your cunt. I imagine devouring you down there, drinking in the most intimate flavours of your body. I only stop because I have thoughts that are even more delicious of how I might enjoy you. I imagine you � the very same you that I have just licked and swallowed � I imagine you hot and flushed with desire. As I draw back and look down on you, your legs open a little. As the lips slightly separate, I glimpse the pink flesh inside your cunt. You look me in the face and slowly you nod. My rigid prick approaches that invitingly, pink, damp flesh. It is gently inserted, sliding easily into the tightness of your childlike cunt. I push so far. It is enough for you to let out a sigh of pleasure. I hold it there. Seconds pass. There is an inch to go. I push steady and hard. Right in. My prick can delve no deeper, All of it � every millimetre � is plunged into you. My balls are tight up underneath against the underneath of your bum cheeks. You murmur your pleasure. You start to move your body, pulling away from my prick then jerking upwards to suck it back in. I join in. Our movements, our ins and outs, our insertions and our withdrawals, are synchronised. We fuck in unison. Together we bring each other to climax. I feel the orgasm beginning in your body, I see it build up in your eyes and your breath. You can see my anguish as I try to hold back my ejaculation until you are there. You moan and you gasp as you orgasm. I withdraw just in time for my sperm to spurt across your cunt as I rub my prick against your clit.”
“That sounds good. Very good. How about the alternative.!”
“Little Lila, with your sweet face, with those lips just slightly parted, inviting my prick in to be licked and sucked and gently nibbled at. You open your mouth so I can, for a moment, watch your lips and tongue rubbing and licking and squeezing my stiff, saliva-coated prick. I look down at your adolescent breasts with their nipples stiffly protruding. I rub the palms of my hands against those pink protrusions. I squeeze your breasts. Then the same hands reach down to explore the warm dampness between your thighs. I watch your fingers stroke the bottom of my prick and start to gently scratch and roll my balls and then move underneath and find little spots that evoke small murmurs of pleasure as they are explored. I explain I want my prick in your cunt. Right in. In as far as it will go. I want you to make sure you watch as it goes in � a prick in your cunt for the first time. Watch it disappear inside you. Then watch as it comes out glistening with your cunt juices. As I crawl up the bed and place my prick full on in your face, I challenge you to clean it up. Lick it clean... ...... I could go on Lila but I think you get the idea. This kind of sex is totally explicit. The aim is to excite to pleasure. Making love might be very sweet and if that’s what you want I will do my very best to please you. But if you want sex, you will have to please yourself. You will have to decide what you want, how you want it and where you want it and you will need to say it all. And I will tell you what I want and what deep pleasure it will bring to me and to you.”
Lila replied almost immediately.
“I want sex � raw, hard sex. Don’t hurt me � please � but be as rude and as filthy as you want � as I want. So tell me what will we do? What will you do?”
“You are going to lick me and suck me � my prick and my balls and anywhere else the mood takes you. You will tell me if I am making you uncomfortable or if I am hurting you and I will stop immediately. You are going to sit on my face. I will not need to go exploring to taste your cunt. You are going to present it to me, smother my face in your sweet cunt juices.I am going to take my prick from your mouth and, wet with your spit, I’m going to fuck your cunt- from front, from side from behind. Then I’m going to fuck your arse � I’m going to gently push my prick into your anus and fuck it � fuck it till my sperm shoots. Where it lands will be your choice � your face, your tummy, your cunt, your arse � just where you want it.
So, are you ready?”
“Can’t wait” says Lila and she promptly moves up the bed, swivels round as she reaches me and thrusts her bum at my face, stretching her body and spreading her legs so her cunt is open and visible to me as she thrusts backwards. As my tongue touches her cunt, she half begs and half commands, “Lick it, lick my cunt. Stick your tongur right up inside. Fuck my cunt with your tongue.”. My fingers, either side of her bum stretch her cheeks out giving my tongue and lips even better access. Her fingers are down rubbing her clit steady and hard. Her juices are beginning to spread from my mouth to the surrounding face as Lila moves her arse in frantic attempts to maximise her pleasure. I cannot see it but suddenly I feel her hand wrapped round my prick, rubbing it and then squeezing it as if trying to squirt the cum from it. I take my mouth from Lila’s cunt so I can tell her.
“Christ, I need to get that into this”. As I say it I thrust two fingers into her tight cunt. For a few moments I ginger fuck her cunt. But then needing both hands I pull her bum cheeks wide apart and allow my tongue to firmly press its path upwards to her bum-hole., I lightly lick all around it, prompting quiet squeals of delight, which suddenly stop as she holds her breath feeling my tongue managing to go beyond the licking and push its way into her anus. For maybe a minute my tongue pushes, strokes and tickles the pinkness of her bum-hole. I pull back and tell her its covered in my saliva. As if to make the point I gently prod a middle finger which slips into her bum effortlessly. With my other hand I lift my rigid prick and adjusting my kneeling position, I place the tip just touching Lila’s anus. Now, with both hands free I pull her arse back towards me at the same time as pulling the cheeks apart. The movement is sufficient to allow the tip of my prick perhaps an inch inside the tight sphincter. I tell Lila I will stop the minute she says she is uncomfortable. Her reply is a grunt followed by a deep sigh and the command, “Do it. Put in some more. Try some more” Perhaps two inches of stiff prick are in. I’m going very slow. “Mm” she says quietly, “it’s not hurting. I like it. It’s disgusting but I like it � your fat prick stuck up my tiny little arse, Shoving in and out. What’s it look like?” I stop to think what to say. I pull my prick out. It silently and smoothly exits Lila’s bum-hole. “Oh!” she gasps, disappointed. I reach round her and stretch forwards. I pick up her phone that has been lying on top of the bedclothese in front of her. I return to my kneeling position behind Lila. I put the phone down beside me. Lila has not moved. I use finger and thumb to guide my prick back to her cunt. I push in. There is another disappointed “Oh” as I pull it out after just one squelchy thrust. Stopping only to check and assure myself that her cunt has coated my prick with her lubricating juices, I position my stiff, wet hardened prick up against Lila’s pretty, pouting and still damp bum-hole. Placed as it is, I can take away my finger and thumb and I am able to pick up the camera in both hands. I make the adjustments needed for a short video. Holding the phone in my left hand, I use the finger and thumb on my right hand to guide my prick. I am anxious to make the re-entry into Lila’s arse as smooth and pain-free as possible. I push it in � perhaps 2 or 3 centimetres. There is no pain, just a gasp of pleasure. Lila knows what is happening. I have turned on the camera. I push deeper. “Can you take more?” I ask. “lots more” is her response. “For God’s sake fuck my arse. Just fuck it good”. I pull out, capturing on the camera the slow, steady exit of my glistening prick before, a little quicker, but still steadily I thrust back into Lila’s arse. For a second or two I leave it before pulling my prick slowly out until only a millimetre or so is left inside and then I stroke it back in. I check the short video then pass it forward to the young girl. “You wanted to know what it looked. like Well, here you aref.”
Enraptured by what she sees, Lila makes no noise. From behind her I resume. I drop a little spit. It’s positioned perfectly and allows my prick to push into the tight channel � almost slipping in. I repeat. Perhaps because Lila is beginning to relax my prick seems to be pushing in and pulling out more easily. Lila keeps re-running the video. Four, five then six times I fuck into her arse. I lean over her shoulder and drawing her attention away from the camera, I whisper in her ear,, “I’m fucking your bum, your arse. Aren’t you a filthy little girl. And, now, a little pervert. Having your arse fucked while you watch a video of your arse being fucked. “ Her response is immediate and indignant. “Me a pervert? You’re the dirty old man who took the pictures. And, anyway, you’ve made it plenty clear that you love watching it when you’re sticking your prick up my bum, or for that matter, as deep as you can up my cunt � isn’t that one of the main reasons you like fucking me from behind � so you can get a better view?”. Not quite silenced, “True” was the only reply I could think of. The action of leaning forwards has caused my prick to half emerge from Lila’s bum. I gently push my prick back into this luscious bum, a hole now gently oozing its own lubricant. My prick is half embedded in her arse and for a moment I leave it there unmoving. “Do you want it all?” I ask. “I really liked it best, ” she replied, “at the beginning when you kept putting your cock in only a bit, you know, when it was sliding in and out. I thought if you carried on I was going to have an orgasm.” I respond immediately. I go back to fucking her tight little arse as earlier. Every second or two I look down and see this incredible sight of half the length of my prick slipping in and out of Lila’s, provocatively tight, pretty pink wet bum-hole. It can only be a matter of 30 seconds before Lila starts to collapse downwards still with her arse pushed back and me fucking it. Her movement is accompanied by muted squeals and gasps as she orgasms. Through her orgasm I continue to fuck her arse with a good proportion of my prick. But the more I feel her underneath me beginning to shake and climax, the more my self-control is tested. Unable to last any longer, I grab her bum and pull it back towards me, a hand on each cheek. At the same moment I thrust my prick all the way in. “Right up your arse” I gasp “Fucking your pretty, tight little bum - right up inside your arse � so tight its squeezing the cum out of me. It’s slipping in, Your tight hole is squeezing it. My cum wants to be sucked into your mouth, squeezed into your cunt, splashed all over your naked body and...and here it come....feel it child, here it comes. Right up your arse.”
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