Deborah - Sex Stories

Deborah

... chair, took out my cock and started wanking it, taking in the delicious sight of Deborah’s soaking, freshly orgasmed pussy while I did so, thinking that by shooting my load I would stop thinking about shagging her. I was close to cumming when Deborah made a coughing noise and lifted her head slightly. I froze. ‘Oh shit!’ I bounded for the door, my cock still out, and practically jumped out of my room, not daring to look back in. Deborah didn’t wake up. I waited for at least two minutes until I was absolutely certain that she would stay asleep and then tiptoed back to the chair and sat down, noticing my cock was still out and tucking it back into my pants. My heart was racing. ‘That was too close. Stop pissing about now, you’ll end up in so much shit over this. Get her knickers back up and go to sleep somewhere’. I got up to do just that when I heard a slight sound. I looked over at Deborah and could see she was moving, ever so slightly. I looked at her closer and could see her fingers moving up and down her pussy lips! She was fingering herself in her sleep! I couldn’t take it anymore. I took off my pants completely, walked over and positioned myself behind her so that my legs were outside hers and planted my cock straight inside her pussy, doggystyle. She let out a loud moan and pulled her hand away. At this point I was past caring if she woke up and caught me, my cock had taken over my brain and I had to fuck her good and hard. I pumped away, fucking Deborah harder ...

... than I’d ever fucked any girl; she continued to grunt with each stroke. I was so hot that I almost came inside her after a couple of minutes. Realising what a nightmare that could be I pulled out just before it was too late and came over her back with a muted roar. When I came to my senses it occurred to me that she could still wake up at any moment (after the fucking I had just given her it was a miracle she hadn’t already) so I yanked her knickers back up around her arse and slid past her onto the other side of the bed as quickly as I could. I was asleep a few minutes later. When I woke up the next morning Deborah wasn’t there. I saw her later in the day but she refused to make eye contact and just walked away. She eventually came to my room one night about a week later when only the two of us were at home, wearing only a bathrobe and underwear, and confessed that she’d fancied me ever since she’d moved in, and that her ultimate sex fantasy was to be woken up by being fucked from behind. She told me that even though she was wasted that night she had kind of known what she was doing and had hoped I would do her if she got inside my room, and that the only thing that would have made it better was if her boyfriend had been asleep next us while we were fucking. ‘What do you think?’ she had asked, moving very close to me and looking me right in the eyes. ‘Well’ I said, slipping my hand under her robe and into her knickers to finger her, ‘We’ll have to try that next time, then’