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

08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 2 of 2

... With Pearl. “You’ve done a man’s job mate.” The professor patted me benevolently. I thought, okay, maybe he might slip me some dosh. “Enjoy your reward!” He gestured to the pool and I cursed inside; I know that was all he promised, but I still thought he was a tight fuck . 'Tight fuck ,' I thought, ' Good idea. ' The second the door closed, Pearl was all over me, pushing me back against it and snogging me. “Fuck, I’ve been wearing no knickers all day and it’s got me SO horny.” She had me pinned and was rubbing her hips against my leg. “And this morning was so hot! Do me again, please! Then you can cum this time I promise! Unzip me.” She turned and presented her back. The professor had really pissed me off. ' My reward,' I thought, ' Okay then,' and unzipped her. Pearl yanked the dress off over her head and bounced out to the pool completely naked, her buttocks bobbing delightfully and leaping into the water crying, “yippee!” I followed and within seconds, she was pressing her bare skin to mine and invading my mouth with her tongue. It was the first time our skin had touched along our full lengths and I was surprised how wonderful it felt, especially with the movement of the water around our naked bodies. My heart hammered the blood through me, flushing, enlivening, hardening. I clenched my erection against Pearl's soft belly as she floated in my embrace and hummed in our kiss. It is true there was a lot about Pearl that scared me, her joyous self-destruct, her ...

... straight-laced wildness. But these were was also irresistible. She giggled and took a deep breath, then disappeared under the water. The cool water drifting around my naked erection was replaced with a warm soft pulling and I thought, oh yes please as Pearl sucked me, legs twisting and writhing as she tried to stay down by gripping my hips. But it was never going to work, she was too buoyant and couldn’t hold her breath long enough so I turned to her instead. Next time she came up for air, I dove down before she could, blowing bubbles up at her clitoris and making her laugh, before grabbing her and bringing her hips up with me. She lay floating on her back, legs spread as I kissed her clitoris yet again, marvelling that – even for me – the last couple of days had offered a lot of cunnilingus. My tongue found her warm, salty slickness inside and licked it all over as she shuddered and struggled to stay afloat while wriggling on my mouth. In frustration, I picked her up out of the water and plonked her on the hot stone of the pool-side, fixing her in place so I could eat without distraction. My unaddressed horn made my desire for her insatiable. I licked her quickly to orgasm, flipped her, bent her over the side of the pool, and sucked her to another, then slid my fingers in and worked her up into a third, one knee up on the edge and spread madly wide to me as she howled in pleasure. I shoved my face into her again and she covered herself, shuddering and quaking and begging me to stop. “No ...