08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 1 of 2 - Sex Stories

08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 1 of 2

... stomach, hips, and along her spread thighs. The vagina on a woman is here! I recalled Sara's drawing, on the day of her intimate instruction, and smiled. The fond memory calmed me. "So, what happens now?" Pearl said, talking to my shorts and torso. I took a deep breath and followed the guidance of my shadow. I stooped over her, dribbling cold water all over her hot skin. She shivered and giggled. “Sorry,” I said, looking over her smooth white form below me, splashed with droplets. She grinned at me. “I’m wet already,” she whispered and we both chuckled at the corny gag as I put my lips where her fingers had been, caressing kisses over breasts and nipples. "Now that's more like it!" she sighed and pushed her chest up to me, puffing out little gasps. I was poised over her on my arms, dipping my head to her magnificently pert little tits. There was a massive (and surprisingly horny) difference between my six and a half foot frame and her five foot one, and when I dropped my hips it was my stomach and chest that settled between her thighs, pushing to the soft-on-hard contents of her bikini. She whimpered, then surprised me by going completely still. I looked up from where I was swirling a tongue around her nipple, to find her staring down at me, eyes welling with tears. I was dumbfounded, this wasn’t the hard-as-nails punkette I was expecting. She wiped her cheek and grinned at me. "Ignore me, sorry, It’s just I've been desperate for this for so long!" She laughed and grabbed ...

... my face, ramming her mouth to mine. Her tongue bolted into my mouth and I tried to ignore an uneasy sense of pulling on a tiger’s tail. She wrapped her legs around my back, grinding her hips and face to me at the same time, wriggling her long tongue half way down my throat. I felt like I was being attacked by one of those face-hugging baby monsters in “Alien”. And enjoying it. Then I realised her hands were on my shoulders, and ever so gently pushing me down... Overwhelmed by her ardour, I pulled away, stood up and enjoyed the pout she gave me when I grabbed and swung her knees closed. I waited a playful moment, letting her confused eyes flick between my impassive face and the massive lump, straining against my shorts. I grabbed her bikini bottoms, peeling them over her buttocks, up her raised thighs, and let them drop to her ankles before spreading her knees. The pads of her feet pressed together and the tendons popped at the tops of her thighs as she squirmed under my gaze. I was delighted to find it completely shaven, taking in every pale pink petal and fold as I dropped to my knees between hers. “Fuck-fuck-fuck…” she muttered. “Do me. Please. Fluff me!” I let her wait. I lapped up the view instead, stroking her thighs and opening her inner lips. She wasn’t joking about being wet; her hole glistened thickly in the sunshine. Seriously, though, who can resist that? I stooped to taste her, sliding my tongue inside, almost overwhelmed as she practically flooded into my mouth. ...