Sandy Ch. 02

Sandy gave a sharp "uhnn!" and squeezed my cock as she continued to move her head, receiving each following spurt with a less aroused "unnn" as though she were just appreciating them. Finally I had to hold her head still, but I felt her tongue still moving, and I saw a few drops slip past the corners of her mouth as she drew her head up a bit and let her tongue wash around the head of my cock as she hummed.

Finally, she let him slip from between her lips and looked up at me with a satisfied expression as she licked her lips. Then after a moment, she swallowed and then snorted and smiled, but still didn't speak. Then she looked down at her hands and gently fondled my balls as she stroked him with her other hand. Then with another mild snort, she looked back up at me:

"I guess I did it right, at least you sure came. Did I get my extra helping?"

"You must have. You deserved it. You got all there was; that's for sure,thank you! I hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I sure did! Thank you! I went all wet; it was so arousing. I've been missing something, and my boyfriend, too."

Suddenly, Sandy looked a chagrined and then said apologetically:

"Oh, I shouldn't have said that. Sorry," and looked at me a little mournfully.

I took her arms and drew her up, drawing her to me with my calves around her hips:

"That's all right. He will, ... and we know what we are doing."

"I'm not so sure," she replied softly, as I embraced her.

But when I kissed her, she showed no reluctance, tilting her head and opening her mouth, letting my tongue taste what she had just done, caressing it and then eagerly extending hers into my mouth, her arms clutching my head to hers. When we came up for air, I murmured:

"Now I want my dessert; I want to taste your warm, wet pussy, and make it even wetter.

"Mmmm!" she responded and thrust her tongue in my mouth again as though suggesting what she wanted me to do.

We loosened our embrace, and I let my feet find the floor. Turning together, I helped her up on the table. She watched as I dropped to my knees and then opened her thighs as I nuzzled my face in her pubic hair. When she felt my tongue exploring in her hair and then seeking to go lower, she leaned back on her elbows, rocking her hips up to let it.

"Mmmm!" we both hummed when it slipped down onto bare skin, and then further, tasting her already on her still closed pussy lips, just once down them and then seeking to get between them, coming up between them, sliding in her wet crevice, finding her soft inner lips, delighting in exploring around and between them. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. Hers were closed, but then opened when my tongue stilled and I whispered:

"This is the way girls are meant to be kissed; lips naturally cross-wise."

"Hm-hmm! It sure is, and better than being kissed on the mouth."

I kissed her now engorged pussy lips and agreed:

"And than kissing one."

"You really do like it."

"Um-hmm, otherwise I wouldn't have asked for it for dessert."

"Hm-hmm" she chuckled again: "Then help yourself. I'm going to like it too."

And I did, my tongue exploring again as we looked at each other for a moment more, and then her eyes closed again and she lay back flat on the table. I raised her thighs, and she let her calves just hang, brushing my shoulders and then finding them with her feet. I held her hips like a big watermelon and buried my face in her pussy. Her thighs flopped open, exposing her cunt to my eager tongue, finding where it had been already and then discovering her hole, lapping back and forth over it and then thrusting in it, as I pressed my face between her wet pussy lips. Oooh, she liked that, gasping slightly; and her pussy liked it, moving, wanting my tongue as deep as it could go, and trying to hold it.

Oh, it was going to be good fucking her, I thought, aware that my cock was already stiff again; good to fuck it in such a responsive pussy; and it was so good to be eating such a juicy pussy again! I hadn't realized how much I had been missing this after almost two weeks with my sister and Martha. And Sandy had been missing something, too, recalling her first sexual experience for fantasies, now without her boyfriend. How many had she had, had fucked her?

Enough so that she knew what she had been missing and wanted it without too many thoughts about love. But none had done this, and my tongue tried to make it an even better first time experience.

And she was loving it, rolling her hips up to let me get as deep as possible in her juicy hole, and then down, wanting me to find her clitoris. I raised my head slightly and did, and she gasped, her thighs twitching. I flickered my eyelids to free them from her juice and looked up past her pubic hair and saw that she was clutching her breasts, squeezing her aroused nipples as my tongue caressed her firm little button, but it wasn't so little, I could get my lips around it and suck, just the tip of my tongue moving on it. Her hips jerked, so that I lost it, but I found it again, and could feel that she was trying to control her reflexes to let me stay on it, but her hips and thighs still twitched. Did she want it now, or could she stand my teasing her by going back the her hole?

My tongue slipped between my lips and down. Yes, she rolled her hips up again, letting it find it, and pressing it against my tongue, then holding it again. I loved her uninhibited pleasure at having oral sex - and at doing it too! Almost as if she had read my thoughts, she sighed with a long moan and then said:

"Oh, God, that's good! You really want me to come in your face?"

"Um-hmmm!" I hummed emphatically in her pussy.

"Hm-hm-hmmm. Finger fuck."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, and then thrust my tongue a last time into her, and then found her inner lips and sucked and nibbled on them, and then found her clitoris, circling it with my tongue, making her pelvis twitch as my fingers found her hole and easily slipped into her slippery vagina.

"Uhnnn!" Sandy responded with a contraction of her whole body, making me lose her sensitive button again, and twitching again strongly when I tried to suck onto to it as my fingers explored in her. For a few moments, she managed to hold still, just moaning and breathing deeply, but then with a gasp, her thighs flew up, wagging near my ears, and then as it got better for her, clutching them, clapping together on my head as I sucked and nibbled, and my fingers screwed in her, and by habit my thumb found her asshole before I thought about how she would react to that, but her surprised little moan - additional moan - sounded positive, and then her asshole and vagina were contracting, and she began to spurt with muffled cries. I managed to open my eyes and saw that she had the back of one hand pressed to her mouth, while the other still clutched her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple as she spurted all over my hand, again and again. I thought that her orgasm must be almost over, but suddenly she cried out:

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

and drew her thighs up, holding them with her hands.

I had just the briefest time to look at her open pussy as I rose, not really pretty - an aroused, engorged and dripping cunt - but as I had thought with my tutee, it always looks very attractive and inviting when one is about to eat it - or to fuck it - and Sandy wanted hers to be fucked, holding her thighs back to present it to me, and still gasping as she looked up at me expectantly. I plunged into her, and she cried out:

"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me!"

And I did, more violently than ever before, from my own arousal and because it seemed to be the way she wanted it, the way her clutching cunt wanted it; she was repeating softly but insistently: "fuck, fuck, fuck, ...", more to herself, but suggesting the pace she wanted. She continued to hold her thighs, and I grasped her aroused breasts, now rosy and engorged with stiff, erect nipples that I wanted to suck, but I wouldn't have been able to keep such a tempo if I leaned over her. Her second orgasm started almost immediately, clutching my cock harder than on my fingers and flooding my balls before they drew up, still swinging against her ass, but then before hers finished, I felt them tighten, and then I came, my cock surging and spurting, surging so that she couldn't help but recognize my release in the grasp of her vagina.

Then it was over for her too. Gasping and still moaning, she released her legs and drew me down over her, hooking her feet behind my ass. After a few more gasps to recover, she drew my head down and covered my mouth with kisses, licking her love juice from around my mouth and nose and then giving me a deep kiss.

"The eyes, too," I suggested when she had retrieved her tongue. She snorted and licked them each, and then hugged me to her.

Her pussy clutched me once, and she said:

"Oh, he's still there, nice, ... nice fucking cock," and she clutched him again, but he slipped out with an audible slurp, dripping on my foot as Sandy chuckled.

I rose up a bit, looking down at her, and we both smiled, apparently agreed that mutual thanks were unnecessary, but then I snorted and said:

"Oh, and thank you for the delightful dessert."

Sandy grinned and stuck her tongue out at me:

"As though you didn't think I had more pleasure serving it," and we both laughed.

"Help me up. I think I might slip off the table if I just try to sit up."

I did, taking her still hot body in my arms, feeling perspiration on her back, and then her wet ass, so wet that she recognized it from the movement of my fingers.

"I'm all wet, down my thighs now, too. We need another shower," she murmured.

"Um-hmm, after such a workout."

"Hmm! I guess so. It sure was a good one; I don't know if I ever ... 'worked out" so long before. ... Oh, once maybe, but he was drunk - me too - and just kept trying. That doesn't count."

"Hm-umm," I agreed, and then suggested that we should clean up the table first.

"Oh, yeah, another good idea," she agreed and glanced at me with a smirk.

As we wiped up the table, still smirking when we glanced at each other, Sandy said:

"Oh, that was good - about stretching your sack - I should have known about that back then, too."

I just nodded, and for a few moments she was silent, apparently recalling what had happened, since her next remark was:

"Uh, ... mmm, ... that with your thumb was good too. ... I didn't know what to think, but wasn't thinking much at that point, and it felt good, ... but I guess you knew that."

I nodded again with a smile and agreed:

"I hoped so. After I did, I wasn't sure how you would respond, but you've told me now."

"Hmm! Um-hmm, good enough to want it next time, too."

I expected her to glance at me after mentioning a "next time", but she didn't, leaving me uncertain whether or not she was thinking we would have one. Then she mentioned the moist spot on the patterned carpeting, exploring it with her toes, I told that I didn't think it would leave a spot. She snorted at my admission of experience, but didn't say anything as she nonetheless gave it a rub with a freshly rinsed dishcloth.

On the way to the bathroom, I asked:

"Is this 'yet' now?"

"Hmm! It sure is. That just slipped out, but I guess it said it all, that I was thinking about it."

"It did, and I liked it; kind of subtle."

"Not very."

"No, not as subtle as the open doors and freshly made bed, and your undies lying around, ... oh, and your saying that you were leaving a towel in the bedroom, suggesting I find them."

"Did I? Not consciously."

"All the better; it still worked ... out."

By then, we were already in the bathtub, and I recognized that I needed to go, and said so. Sandy snorted with a grin and said:

"Go here. I've seen it before. We went in the wheat field together. Hm-hmm, and I went here before; I didn't want to close the door, and didn't want to be that obvious about it."

"Very subtle," I replied, and then relaxed, and my stream sprang out, hitting Sandy's leg.

"We didn't do that," she remarked, but then grinned again, as though she were enjoying it, and after a moment her own stream flowed, splattering down on my ankle and foot. We let them flow as we looked at each other, smiling.

"Raunchy," Sandy murmured, and playfully gave my cock a shove, making its stream swing back and forth.

"Yeah, but liking anything having to do with it," I responded, not liking that I had repeated something said to Martha and my sister, but the similar situation called forth the same response.

"Um-hmm."

She turned to turned on the water as I closed the shower curtain. When she reached for the soap, I said "no soap", explaining that I couldn't go home smelling too fresh. She understood immediately, and then we washed each other thoroughly, starting with our sexual parts, and then rinsing the sweat off each other, when I followed the water down to her ass and rinsed between them, touching her asshole, she snickered and did the same to me, murmuring again: "next time." This time it seemed clear that she was thinking of one for us, and I agreed: "next time," and we both smiled.