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

08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 2 of 2

... quivered. I squeezed at my clothing in profound frustration wanting her to just cum, so this could be over. She suddenly pushed away from the window, dropping her head below the ledge and squeaked into orgasm, panting and juddering on her fingers. Her eyes were screwed shut, but when they opened, they glared triumphantly at me. “Pearl?” her mum again. “’S okay, mum!” Pearl said, cheerily lifting her head and waving wet fingers. She dropped her dress. “Just got my dress caught… oh!” I spun her round on the shelf – thankfully no-one outside seemed to notice the mad puppet show we were making – and plonked her on the window-seat below me. “You be careful with that dress, dear it’s an antique,” her mother bleated and we tittered like mice as I yanked the stiff silk up, revealing spread thighs and puffy wet flesh. I tore at my belt, and my cock practically burst out, bucking with readiness. “Oh fuck, yes!” Pearl blurted, my cock too I think, but I made the mistake of dipping my head to kiss her lovely flushed sex, and before I knew it my tongue was lapping her up her juices. I’d even forgotten everything Sara had ever taught about where to lick and what button to press. I was just eating this juicy girl whole. Pearl was by far the most responsive girl I have ever known. I reckon she must have spent her entire life in a half-aroused state because, shit, did she cum quickly. A sucked off her clit in two panted breaths, diggling my fingers deep in her hole, making my cock jealous ...

... for the sucking flutter of it as she came; knuckles jammed in her mouth until black-tracked tears squeezed out of her eyes. She flipped and flopped and came and came, even as I nestled the blunt brown brute of my cock at the yielding softness of her vagina. The doorbell rang. Pearl cursed. I pushed forward but she shrank away, covering her hole. “Pearl, can you get that, dear?” her Dad shouted, in a near panic for some reason. I collapsed, crestfallen, and Pearl cursed. She stepped unsteadily off the window-seat, shaking life back into her legs and patting her dress down before kissing me warmly, wrinkling her nose at my slimy lips and wiping her hand across her mouth. She patted my arse as she passed. “I owe you one,” she said and went to answer the door. Despite a raging horn I worked on and tried to put this out of my mind. Pearl “Owing me one” was not quite the delightful prospect my body thought it was. I mean when would it come? What would it be? How much trouble would I be in if it went wrong? I told myself this had gone far enough, I had way more to lose than she did and somehow, once I was done, I would find a way to slip out quietly. Later the old-folk all went out for a drive and, judging by the mischievous look on Pearl as they kissed her goodbye, I figured now was going to be payback time. I had finished my work and had every intention of heading off with them, with the excuse of needing a lift, when the professor insisted I stay and “play” for a while in the pool. ...