1. 08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 2 of 2


    Date: 12/4/2016, Categories: Anal, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    wasn’t so much annoyed at my biting her bottom, just that I stopped. That’s what I told myself anyway. I stroked it again, spread her cheeks and let her wonder what was going to happen next. Her voice became a little shaky, chattering some old toss to her Mum. The taut pink knot of her anus clenched, a dew drop of wetness glistened in the dimness underneath her. The window ran the complete width of the room and half its height. Beneath was a low, built-in storage unit with a stone top, not much higher than two large steps. A kind of modernist window-seat. Pearl put one knee up on the seat and I sighed at the whorls of flesh revealed by her raised leg. I ran my fingertips along her thigh, ticklingly light, and over her soft folds. Not enough to part her lips but enough to gather her beading juice on the pad of my thumb. Her raised knee trembled, and she reached down, opening her lips, encouraging that slippery thumb over her clit. But I was feeling bad. I went the other way, sliding it around her bumhole. She coughed loudly, stopping her mother mid flow. “You okay, dear?” Her disembodied voice said. I dipped my tongue to Pearl’s anus, and wriggled. “Fuck!” She blurted, and collapsed to her knees. “Pearl!” Her mother and father barked in unison. Pearl got a fit of giggles. “Sorry, I saw a spider.” “Still,” Her father droned, “No call for a potty mouth.” I guess the uneasy part of me kind of hoped this had blown it with Pearl. If she harboured any kind of romantic attachment ...
    to me then surely it would be neutralized by trying to shove my tongue up her bum? But the other half, the cock-shaped reptile-brain part? Well, it just wanted more and more. I had far from blown it. Pearl gathered the skirt around her waist and knelt, primly, on the shelf. She turned her attention back to her parents. This position looked the most innocent of all, but was actually the one that has stayed with me the longest. The arch of her back, the inverted heart-shaped swell of her buttocks, pressed to her heels and spread by them to open up her sex. All delightful and compelling but what has kept me awake at night, recalling this moment over and over, was a thin, glistening string of juice dribbling down from her pink slot, over her toes… “Holy Fuck,” I said so loudly that Pearl had to use the spider excuse again, before chuckling omnipotently and spreading her knees. She bent lower and tipped her split, and spilling, mound toward me. Curling her hand under, she rubbed her sex in enticing fleshy circles. She caught her breath and her buttocks trembled and I thought, yes how you going to chat through that? Fascinated now, I could not turn away as I watched her masturbate while having a seemingly polite conversation below. She put up an amazing social front, laughing at her dad’s jokes, reminiscing with her mum. Meanwhile her fingers were busy – and literally dripping – between her legs. Her fingers worked hard and quickly, itching, digging, rubbing and patting. Her thighs ...
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