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Dog park

... your fingers.”

She nodded and on her next push bunched two fingers together. It took more effort, but she soon got into the new rhythm, her fingers disappearing into her cunt and then retreating, stretching back the skin of her canal until they withdrew, coated in in her moisture.

She continued like this for at least ten minutes, varying the speed and angle, but not able to reach release. She sighed, removed her hand from her pussy and shook it to remove the cramps after being twisted and pressed for so long.

“Would you like to cum?”

A nod.

I moved forward from the couch and sank to my knees between her spread legs. I moved my hand slowly and caressed her inner thigh before moving a finger from the bottom of her slit to the top. At first contact, she stiffened, but did not move away. When my finger traced her folds, a moan escaped her lips and her legs relaxed and spread further.

I slowly eased a single finger into her and started fucking her slowly with it, but then dipped my thumb into her canal and with the lubricated digit started to apply pressure to her clit. She was very aroused and so with direct stimulation on her nub she reached orgasm very quickly. This time her moans were louder and her legs clamped around my hand and trapped my fingers inside her convulsing pussy.

The next night, I had her on her hands and knees and fingered her from behind. I tried to stick another finger in her, but she was still too tight for more than one of my ...

... sausage-like fingers and it was not yet time to push her. I did amuse myself with fondling her wonderfully bouncy butt. When she orgasmed, she collapsed on her front and lay on the rug panting. I slowly removed my finger and trailed it across her lips and butt cheeks.

I was amazed at the situation I was in. This young girl, showing herself to me in her most intimate moments, allowing me to touch her most intimate places, following my orders, now slumped in post-orgasmic bliss on my carpet. I knew what I was getting from this and where I wanted it to go, but what was she doing here? Was the sexual awakening I was guiding her through so important to her that she was willing to submit to my whims? Did she imagine that we were in some kind of relationship?

Never mind. Her reasons were not really important except as far as they allowed me insight for further manipulation.

When she calmed down, she turned on her side and ground her legs one against the other.

“I need to use the bathroom, please.”

I got up and motioned for her to follow me. She glanced at her clothes but I was already leaving the living room so she sighed and hastened to follow me. I entered the bathroom, closed the toilet cover and sat on it. she stood at the door and looked around the room questioningly.

“You can go in there.” My shower was an open alcove with slightly sunk tiles and only a shower curtain for cover. With the curtain pushed to the side, it was essentially a part of the room with a drain in ...