A Girl From Kenya

He raised his mouth from hers, gazed in her hooded eyes:

-Now you know you can squirt Nafula.

-That was the most intense thing I've ever felt.

-I'll make sure it happens again. Often. You want that?

She nodded, smiling.

-Maybe you need a drink? You just lost a lot of fluid...

-Yes please, just water. There's a bottle in the fridge.

-Lassie, has nobody told you that Glasgow tapwater's amongst the purest and sweetest in the world?

He padded naked to the kitchen, filled two glasses from the tap. Returned and handed one to the black goddess before him. She shuffled to sit up, careful not to spill any. Sipped:

-You're right. It tastes pure, and sweet.

-There are surveys which prove there are more nasties in a lot of bottled water than in this. Now put the glass down. I need to take your cunt.

His fingers slithered between her legs. Still soaking. She put the glass on the cabinet, her eyes swooning with lust:

-Take me. Sir.

His cock jerked at her use of the word. Fuck, there was more to this girl than he'd ever dared hope. He knelt between her long legs, lifted her knees onto his shoulders. She quivered:

-I've never been fucked like this...

-It allows deeper penetration. See?

And he rammed himself into her wetness, thrusting hard and unforgivingly. They sweated and panted in the intensity of their union, seeking and pleasuring each other instinctively. Her eyes rolled up till all he could see were the whites. Neither of them was going to last long, and he didn't care. Just needed to spunk this wonderful young woman. He grunted like an animal as he forced himself deeper into her, till he was fucking the mouth of her cervix. Jesus, she was so tight, so beautiful... he could no longer contain himself. They were both hovering on the brink... agonisingly beautiful:

-Now, girl.

Her cunt tightened further, sucked the sperm from him as they exploded together. He sank on her, panting, licked and kissed the sweat from her face:

-You are the most amazing woman Nafula.

Her arms wound round his neck as she drew his lips to hers. When they finally broke the kiss, she muttered thickly:

-I've never orgasmed to a cock inside me before.

-I promise you it won't be the last time. You're gorgeous. Make me feel twenty years younger...

She giggled:

-You make me feel many things, but not that. But... shouldn't you be going soon?

-No, I arranged for a carer to put her to bed tonight, she can't manage on her own. I can be out as late as I want, as long as I'm home for about seven-thirty to get her up.

Her eyes illuminated:

-So, can you stay the night? I've never woken up with a man in my bed...

-Well, the bed's a wee bit narrow, but we're both slim. I'd love to, if I'm invited.

Her face split in a delectable grin:

-Yes please Sandy. But now I'm feeling naughty. I want more alcohol.

He retrieved the dressing-gown from the back of the door and tossed it to her:

-It's a pity to cover your beauty Nafula, but it's still March... have you anything I could wear?

She nodded to the wardrobe:

-My winter coat's in there. I'd love it to smell of you. And our sex. It should fit you.

It did: she was barely an inch short of his six feet.

*****

They settled on the chaise-longue before a hissing gas fire, wine glasses on the table. He took her in his arms:

-I really never dared expect such an evening with you.

She grinned wickedly:

-But I knew you hoped. Didn't you?

He blushed:

-Aye. Hoped but didn't expect. You?

-I wanted you from our first encounter in ASDA. Knew you were different. Most guys my age just want sex. You're caring and lovely. I was wet all through dinner at your place. Wanted you to touch me sexually afterwards, when we discussed Weber. I just couldn't be brazen enough to make it obvious... I'm not like that.

-You know this isn't a one-off night lassie? I want to show you round my city and country, discuss your course-work with you. And fuck the shit out of you every opportunity I get.

-Fuck the shit out of me? What does that mean?

-It's just an expression. But...

-What?

-I'd love to fuck your arse. Ever had cock there?

She cringed away from him, very surprised, and more than a little shaken:

-No, never. And I don't think I want it. Doesn't it hurt?

-Not if the man's careful and loving. But I won't press you for anything you don't want lassie.

She smiled and leant back into his arms. They sipped their drinks in companionable silence.

Eventually she looked in his eyes:

-I... I don't want to deny you anything you want from me Sandy. But I need to take it slowly. Will... will you just touch me there... so I know what it feels like?

His cock surged. He knew he'd have her anally. He'd take it as slowly as she required.

-I'd love to. Bend over the back of the couch. And lift the dressing-gown aside so I can relish your arse.

She obeyed. He dipped his fingers into the wetness of her pouting cunt, slid her sexjuice over her pucker. After he'd licked it.

Dipped his forefinger again, and pressed it against her tightness:

-OK so far?

She was panting:

-Y... yes...

He pressed the forefinger more firmly:

-Relax. Press out as though you're going to shit.

She obeyed, and his finger slid into her hot tightness. She whispered shakily:

-I've never... felt anything like that before. But that's enough. For now. Please.

He withdrew the digit and she slid down beside him. He raised the finger to her lips:

-Clean it.

-But...

-Clean it. Or you won't get any more.

She followed his instruction, then yawned.

Giggled at him:

-Sorry, you've worn this girl out for the night. Bed, please? To sleep. My... cunt's a bit sore from our fucking. Not used to it.

- You'll need to get used to it lassie.