Fingering Rachel
by
Peter Morgan
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Copyright © 2011 by Peter Morgan
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Fingering Rachel
During one of the hot nights last week, Rachel was working on her laptop. She’d already had a shower and was wearing a little vest type top and not a lot else.
When I came into the lounge, she lifted a leg and wiggled her toes at me. Loving that, I knelt down in front of her and flicked my tongue across them, paying particular attention to her big toe. She giggled, pulled her foot back.
“You look good,” I said.
“Too hot for anything else, but it makes my tummy look big.”
“Fuck off,” I said and rubbed her belly. She has the slightest of bulges, I think it’s really sexy, she’s not keen.
I got up and walked around behind her chair. “Done yet?” I
dragged my fingernails gently over the tops of her breasts.
She
sighed lightly and looked up at me, cocking her eyebrow as I cupped
her tits and gave them a little squeeze, before tracing the outlines
of her hardening nipples. She looked back at the screen, tried to
work again but her sighs got longer and louder as I pinched her
hardening nipples through the thin fabric. Her head lolled to one
side, giving me access to her neck and ear and I nibbled her earlobe,
grabbing her tits slightly harder now, as she likes it.
"You have amazing tits, Rachel and they look fucking good in
that top.” I kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing them together and
pulling them apart, enjoying the weight in my hands. I sucked harder
on her earlobe.
“Okay,” she gasped and put the lid of her laptop down, “fucking do what you will.”
I smiled, squeezed her tits hard and stood up. “I want you on your knees, arse in the air.”
“Sounds good,” she said and smiled.
I thought it might be, but not in the way she did.
She put her laptop down and assumed the position. I kissed her feet,
worked my way up her legs, pushed her top up her back and kissed that
now naked flesh, worked on her neck and her ears. By now, she was
virtually limp, allowing her knees to slide down. I tapped her on
the arse, told her to keep it up.
I kissed her arse cheeks,
feeling them quiver under my attention. I could smell her arousal,
that beautiful scent and I knew she was ready for me. I licked her
buttocks, getting tantalisingly close to her arsehole, but never
quite caught it. Each time I missed, she’d gasp. All of this was
making my cock twitch, but I was determined to keep my boxers on.
Finally, I gave in to what she wanted and stroked her cunt lips
lightly. She gasped, jerked slightly, pushing back against me. I
let her do it and slid two fingers into her soaking cunt.
Throwing
her head back, Rachel whimpered loudly, bucking against the two
fingers stroking her walls almost immediately. I moved my hand, my
thumb now teasing her clit.
“That nice? Do you like that, my fingers in your hot little cunt? Fuck, Rachel, you’re so tight and wet.”
I reached forward, cupping her tits with my spare hand and that made her almost sing with pleasure. I leaned forward, licking her cunt lips hard and fast, my tongue battering her clit even as my fingers thrust in and out. As her moans got louder, I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum into my boxers.
I let go of her tits and leaned back. I used my right hand to play with her clit and lips, my left hand to finger fuck her. She was moving against me now, completely caught up in the moment, her legs literally trembling with pleasure. I moved down, licking and sucking where my fingers weren’t.
Rachel squeaked, sighed and panted, squirming and bucking her hips
against my fingers and mouth.
”Morg,” she gasped, but I
didn’t say anything, I just kept moving.
I curved my fingers slightly, the way I knew she liked it.
“Yes, come on, do me Morg.”
I pushed her down and slid another finger into her cunt, curving it against her front wall. She was on fire now, gasping and my thumb was working overtime on her clit. I felt her body squirm, but kept the pressure up.
“Morg,” she managed to gasp, “I’m cumming.”
I knew it. I felt her cunt walls clench around my fingers and I
began to thumb her clit like I was a bass player.
She screamed
my name as her whole body went limp and shuddered and her cunt
suddenly got a lot wetter. I stopped with my fingers, but still
gently massaged her clit until she begged me to stop. I waited until
she’d stopped moaning and writhing, then leaned down and kissed her
wet cunt.
I laid next to her.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me then?”
I smiled. “Oh no, I need to have a shower and you have work to do.”
She wasn’t keen but I was insistent and by the time I’d finished my shower, she was more than ready for me and, by fuck, did she make me pay!
Ends
© Peter Morgan 2011
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