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

08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 1 of 2

... Pearl came almost immediately, with the first squirms my tongue made from slippery slot to clit, even before I could get into it. Properly came, too, shuddering and shivering and pushing my head back off her. I felt cheated and knelt back as I regarded her arched and trembling form beneath me, naked but for the bikini bottoms loose around her ankles and legs splayed. She was so sensitised by my licking she didn’t even cover herself. She just dug her black varnished fingernails into her inner thighs, swearing, both of us glaring at her clenching sex. Pearl’s vulva pulsed out its orgasm and her spilled juices shone along the press of her bum-cheeks. I had never seen a girl get so wet. To be honest I didn’t even know (then!) it was possible. I throbbed in my shorts, feeling my own chill of moisture at my tip. Something about this afternoon was really doing it for me, the cool beauty of this place, the sun, the water, the sodden, yielding flesh. I went to yank down my shorts and get it shoved into that tempting hollow. Pearl stirred her hips toward me. “More,” she said. I abandoned my shorts to drop back to her puffy folds, gently kissing her hard nub and nipping at her inner labia. She responded so strongly I honestly couldn’t tell if she was cumming or not. It was almost impossible to read her and pace the intensity of my licking. I just took it slowly and she cupped my head and pulled it firmly to her, shaking and moaning. I tried to ignore the rising sap in my shorts. I ...

... really needed to cum, soon. I was sucking Pearl’s large clitoris, swirling my tongue around it in my mouth, when she clenched inside and arched into what I assumed was actually another orgasm and then suddenly froze. Her eyes widened in panic “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” she muttered and I thought nothing of it, just suckled and swirled, suckled and swirled. She pushed me away, tipping my face up to hers. “My Dad’s car!” I stood in utter panic, for some reason fumbling with her bikini bottoms, trying to pull them up her legs. It all felt too small and flimsy in my hands. “Oh stop!” she slapped me away, “Leave it! Leave it! He mustn’t see… that!” She nodded at the distortion in my trunks and raised her hips to yank up her bikini. I was still looking at her slobbery, bald lips and thinking... mmm… My brain had jammed. Pearl laughed at my gormlessness, grabbed my hand and dragged me into the pool house. We scampered inside and safely closed the door behind us. Pearl strained her ears. I could hear voices, laughter, in the distance. Her face brightened. “Ha! Saved by Chatty Charlie! You can never get away from our postman!” We both relaxed a little. Pearl looked me up and down, smirking, still holding my hand. She leant into me, squeezing my chest and pecking me on the neck. “Thank you!” she whispered, “That was fucking amazing!” I smiled thinly, wondering what she was actually doing in the pool house with me. My cock ached in frustration. I wanted to get dressed, go home and release my load. ...