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Two days had passed and no call or visit from Orielle. I was feeling depressed and was even thinking of heading out to the university to see if I could find her. Was I really that obsessed after just two romps?
Yes, I was, and it took all the common sense I could muster to stay focused, keep my fingers out of my pussy during store hours, and just hope she was in my stars, and I in hers.
On the third night, I was already in my pyjamas, and sipping wine by a fire when the phone rang. I about flew across the room.
It was her. I put on the calmest voice I could and greeted her with warmth and affection. Thirty minutes later, she was at my door. I was giddy with happiness.
Orielle was luminous this night. She was already the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but something was different. I fooled myself into thinking it was love. Could be.
We sat by the fire for a long time and got to know each other. She was a philosophy major and some kind of math prodigy. Beautiful and smart! She told me she had moved here only last week to start her doctorate program, and would be living here for four years. Lucky me!
I also leaned she had a short-lived relationship with a woman her age about a year ago, and a few quick flings since, all with women, but had not really found love. She also dropped the bomb that she was a virgin, and really didn’t know how she felt about it. What mattered most, she explained, was finding that ultimate high pure pleasure offers, and that only comes from trust and caring, not a penis.
I stood and offered my hand. She accepted, and I led her to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, and under the soft incandescent light, it really struck me just how beautiful she really was. I only hoped I looked half as good to her.
“Beautiful bed,” she smiled, looking at the pile of pillows and luxurious duvet. Hey, I like to pretend I’m a queen when I sleep. Didn’t come cheap either.
“It’s my sanctuary from the world,” I explained.
Orielle kicked her shoes of and climbed up on the bed. She started to jump up and down like a child. She was adorable. She finally stopped and sat. She held out her hand for me to join her. I climbed in.
We lay a few moments before she kissed me – sweet lingering kisses on my lips and cheeks. She really was a masterful lover.
She knelt up and removed my pyjama top and bottom. After her call I quickly switched to silk panties, this time a thong, and one of the few I own or rarely wear.
She let her eyes and fingers dance over my skin, with a few teasing brushes over my mons. She stopped long enough to pull all her clothes of with little fanfare, and then got right back to her playful explorations. I was stunned by her naked beauty in this light. There wasn’t a single flaw.
“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” she asked.
I’m sure she knew the answer, and was just being polite. I shook my head yes, and she straddled herself over my face. She opened her pussy for me to peek up inside.
“Let me get her ready,” she purred.
With that she started to masturbate her pussy as it hovered a few inches above me. I just relaxed and enjoyed the show.
She knew what she liked, and worked herself like fine piano. Her fingers danced and poked and pulled until a creamy latte bubbled from her hole.
She was really getting into it, and wanted it to last. When she got to the breaking point, she would take her fingers away from her clitoris and pull hard on her petals, then let them snap back. More incredibly erotic surprises. I could watch that all night, and I was really squeezing my knees together now.
She was starting to grunt a little. Something big was about to happen.
Orielle spanked her pussy a few times, then set it on my lips.
“Now,” she demanded.
I jammed my tongue deep inside her. It took all of three seconds for her to release a torrent of pussy milk. Her body shook, and could feel all her muscles tense. This was a good one.
I remembered the way she nuzzled her face in my creaming pussy the other day, and decided to try the same. I rubbed my face back and forth under her dripping petals, feeling the warmth of her cum on my cheeks, my chin and nose. This girl was giving me a facial, and I was instantly addicted.
Some years ago I had a boyfriend who liked to do that sort of thing. I thought it was pretty disgusting, and it eventually killed the relationship. But this was different. It was a willing and thankful target.
When she caught her breath, she move down and set her pussy on one of my breasts. She reaches down and squeezed my breast so the nipple stood high and proud, then began to rub her wet clitoris back and forth across it. Did she make this stuff up as she went? Was there some lesbian school of tricks she attended? This was more of that Orielle erotica that really pushed the threshold of sex to heights I had no idea even existed.
She smiled down at me as she pleasured herself.
“Thanks for letting me sleep over,” she whispered.
She switched to the other nipple and rubbed herself with a little more urgency. She was going to cum again.
Her position over me made it impossible for me to get my fingers into my own pussy, which was smouldering with urgency. I am sure Orielle knew it, and wanted to make sure I was on pins and needles when it was time to pleasure me.
Orielle’s eyes suddenly clamped shut and she let her second release go. I watched as her pretty pussy creamed my tit. Beautiful.
She scooted down and rubbed one of her breasts over mine, getting hers wet with her own pleasure. She then offered her breast to me, and I sucked her cream off her stiff little nipple. It occurred to me this was the first time I had sucked her breasts. I wanted this to last, and took all the time I needed to coddle and adore both of them.
After a long and hungry suckling, Oriellle lay next to me. She again thanked me, and again whispered she loved me. I’m not one to say such things after three intimate encounters, but I had no qualms about expressing my love for her as well. I had known her five days. And in that five days I had gone from strictly heterosexual to bisexual, I had fallen in love, and I had found apart of me that had been asleep all these years.
I had to button my lip to keep from asking her to move in tomorrow.
“I want to kiss you now,” she whispered to me.
“Where do you want me?” I asked, still needing her guidance in this woman love thing.
“Can you straddle over me?” she asked.
I started to climb over her the same way she had with me.
“The other way,” she instructed. “Leave your panties on.”
Now I knew why she made me wait so long. I was as wet as I have ever been, and I’m sure the silk and cotton gusset of my panties could be wrung out like a water-sopped sponge. I knew she wanted to smell me.
I obliged her whims and set my panty-wrapped pussy over her face. I could feel her warm breath on my thighs. Then, I could hear her taking in deep breaths, and I could feel her nose pushed up against my crotch. In front of me, her fingers went to work on her pretty pussy. If this wasn’t erotic, I can’t think of what is.
Her third orgasm took a little longer to happen. I’m sure her body was still trying to recover from the first two. When it did come, she jammed her nose deep into my gusset, and yanked me down to her squirting pussy. I savoured every drop of her.
Her moans were guttural, not like I had heard before. Maybe it was the bed and the comfort of home, or maybe because she was able to explore her own eros, or any combination, but it was clear she was in that place where she felt one-hundred percent at ease.
That makes pussies happy.
Orielle was hungry now. She pulled my panties aside and attacked my pussy with kisses, licks, nibbles and sucks. I really needed to release, and I had a feeling I was about to give my first facial. It couldn’t be a prettier face to do so.
She worked me to the brink, then backed off. I was insane with pleasure and need. As she worked her magic on me, I kept up with kisses to her pussy. When it got too sensitive, I pulled her knees up and found her anus and gave it some lingering kisses and licks. Her pussy cream had made it slick and sweet.
She had a no finger rule, and it was all I could do not to explore her. I still had not felt the inside of a pussy, and was more than curious to know. Just to see where the limit was, I moved my fingers over her rosebud and over her clitoris, then up and down between her petals.
Her moans told me I was okay so far. Now that I had her this close, I wanted to delay my orgasm to buy more time. When I was sure I would pop, I pulled away until my clitty could relax. All the while I kept working my finger closer and closer to her hole, and even let it glide over the opening.
Her hips bucked when I did that, so I took it as a sign of encouragement.
I set my pussy back on her mouth, and slipped my finger back and forth over her hole. With my other hand I teased her anus, poking it and rubbing it with one wet finger.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to cum.
I pushed my pussy hard onto her face, and bumped my clitoris against her chin. I was ready. Butterflies took flight deep inside me. She knew I was there and went for broke.
And then it happened. I shot a stream of girl cream right into her face. As soon as she felt that, she jammed a finger deep into my bottom. She seemed to know that would put my pussy into overdrive, and I shot yet another and another stream of my pleasure. I could feel it leaving my body.
Well, fair is fair. With her deep in ecstasy and me, I sunk one finger deep in her bottom, and another deep in her pussy.
She responded by digging her nails into my hips and bucking her hips. She was grunting in pleasure, and I was mesmerized how incredibly warm and silky her pussy felt inside. She was virgin tight, and I could feel her hymen was only going to let one lady finger in. That was enough for me.
I could feel her cervix, and massaged the back of her pubis where I was certain her G-spot would be. I was right, and a few seconds later she was squirting for the forth time in less than an hour.
I could feel her muscles clench around my finger, first those closest to her opening, then those deeper inside, and then back again, like a rolling earth quake. Her anus was deliciously tight and warm as well. Her whole body was built for pleasure.
When we had both gotten our bearings back, I pulled my fingers out while she did the same. I then cuddle up next to her, and it wasn’t long before we were both drifting off into a blissful sleep.
Fucking would have to wait until morning.
Maybe I’ll drag her out into the garden and make love to her under the sun. Then again, a pussy as sweet as hers just might attract some bees.
*****
A.W.
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