01. Sara and the Origins of Fluffer - Sex Stories

01. Sara and the Origins of Fluffer

... it’s too much.” She exposed the little pink spot under her hood, rolling it around. She smelled of warm soap and ham, and the sea. She showed me the tip of her finger. “If this is my clit--” my clit, interesting -- “and this is your tongue.” She showed me her other finger. “Don’t do this.” She stabbed them together. “Do this? “ She circled one with the other. I nodded. She really did have an outstanding pussy, plumper than Imogen’s and much less hairy over the lips. “Show me,” she said and shoved her finger into my mouth. I licked at it, and she narrowed her eyes. Moments passed. I waited for the giggling. But it didn’t come. I pretended her fingertip was a clitoris and licked gently round and round it. “Yep, that’s very… good. You were paying attention!” She nodded down at me, then withdrew her finger from my mouth and impulsively rubbed it around her clitoral hood. She watched herself, whispering, “Just round there…” Then she cleared her throat and grabbed her knickers ready to pull them up. But didn’t. She looked pink of cheek. “So, anything else you’d like to ask me, hmm?” A hint of coquettishness. “This is a once-in-a-life-time offer?” A deep, tingly heat radiated off her. I tried to put myself in Sara’s position. If I was standing there, with my cock out. What would I want next? I certainly wouldn’t want it to stop. For a start. “So, is that what you do- I mean is that what a girl does when she pleasures herself? Rub around that area? I thought you liked fingers, sort ...

... of inside too?” She nodded. “Yep, that’s nice, fingers inside. Only if I’m wet enough, though. Hang on. You’ve never seen a girl… do herself?” “Oh yes, all the time, everywhere.” What did she think? “Jesus, no wonder you never made her cum!” I shrugged. She flushed, then sighed. “Oh, I see where this is going. You want me to show you.” She peered at me for a moment, and then hummed definitively. “This really is your lucky day, fella.” She proceeded to writhe her jeans and underwear completely off. It really hadn’t crossed my spinning befuddled mind at all. Not consciously anyway. Not to say I wasn’t riveted at this point. I just kept my mouth shut and let events unfold. She sung, “Ta da!” and pirouetted, naked but for a tight little t-shirt and some toe-nail varnish. I cheered. She really had a great rear. Perky. She crossed her arms and swung one foot, waving a finger at me. “Just this once, right? And nothing else. Don’t get any ideas. This is not sex, it’s… educational, okay?” “I came expecting peppermint tea!” I said through a grin the size of my whole head. “Maybe some cookies.” She put a foot up on her chair, momentarily collapsing over her raised leg in embarrassed laughter, then composing herself. “I don’t believe I’m about to do this. Okay. Can you see okay?” I had the best view in the house, her new pose revealing a delight of pink fleshy lips curling underneath her. “So. Well. I’m not normally standing up, most of the time I lie down on my front and do this.” She ...