My horny but inexperienced Mormon friend basically begged me to fingerfuck her. Now she wants it all the time. Part the Third. [24M/22F] [Soft Dom] [Instruction] [Fingerfucking] [Banter] [Teasing] [Groping]

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Part 2

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I couldn’t say for sure if it was the sexual repression, but what I did know was that Kylee was horny as fuck. Extra emphasis on the “as fuck.” After that second time, we were not-fucking-but-really-kind-of-fucking like rabbits. I respected her limits, of course, and never made a move for her virginity, which she was insistent on saving for marriage. No problem at all. We were having plenty of fun besides and I was becoming so familiar with Kylee’s perfect fucking pussy that penile penetration wasn’t even something that I spent much time fantasizing about.

So, basically anytime we were alone, it would eventually devolve into some raucous finger action. My familiarity with what made Kylee tick–I paid great attention to all the little noises she made when I was playing with her–made it so I could really push her over the edge. And we’d flirt in other ways too. For example, if she was going to wear a skirt on a day we had class, she would often text me to ask what kind of panties I wanted her in. I appreciated these submissive tendencies and encouraged them as much as reasonable.

One day, things took a rather fun turn.

Kylee texted me to let me know that she was going to wear a pair of “extremely short denim shorts, the kind that really cup each individual ass cheek” and she wasn’t sure what kind of panties to wear underneath.

Do you own a g-string?

Oh my god, you would…but yes, actually, I own one. All the way at the back of my dresser.

Wear it.

The thing about picking out Kylee’s panties was that, well, we both knew that the whole point was for her to show them to me. So, anytime she gave me the option, it was implied that things were going to get hot at some point.

On that day–an otherwise ordinary, if rather nice, Tuesday–Kylee arrived in her too-tight denim shorts and a cropped, burgundy tee. (“Not very Mormon of you,” I teased her during class. She shot me daggers in response, but also blew an exaggerated kiss my way.) After class, I casually asked if she wanted to “pick up that study guide,” which obviously did not exist.

She did. She wanted to pick it up so fucking badly.

I assume.

She did like to play hard to get, even if we both knew she was going to end up whining with my fingers inside her very, very soon.

It took a great amount of willpower for me to resist smacking her ass–emphasized so fucking perfectly by the shorts–during the walk over to my apartment. But I prevailed.

Considering it was early afternoon, my roommate was out and I knew he’d be gone for a while. Even so, I wasted little time getting into it. Almost as soon as I closed the door, I was asking, “So, did you masturbate this morning?”

Kylee feigned offense, flipping her curls defiantly, “Why would I ever tell you that?”

My hand was on her ass, “Because it turns you on, obviously.”

She looked away, trying to hide her reddening face, “I may have spent a little while playing with myself this morning…but I didn’t cum.” She added this last clause as if she was inviting me to sort out that deficiency.

“What were you so horny about?” I began to trace my index finger along the waist of her denim shorts.

“I had a sex dream,” she answered rather matter-of-factly.

“Really? What happened?”

“You were, well, fucking me. Like, really fucking me. I woke up so, so wet.”

“So that’s something you enjoy fantasizing about?”

“Mhm.” She bit her lip, considering her next words carefully, “I want you to, well, to finger me like you’d fuck me.”

“Say no more,” I spun her around, pushed her forward, bending her over the dining table.

Snap

Zip

Shorts open, pushing them down to her knees. There it was: a simple, black g-string. I had almost forgotten. But when I saw it, my cock began straining against my jeans.

“Holy hell,” I muttered under my breath, both hands groping her ass cheeks.

SMACK

I made one shake.

THWACK

The other one too.

“Mmph!” Kylee looked over her shoulder at me, “Are you going to fuck me, sir?”

Kylee didn’t ordinarily swear, so anytime she dropped an F-bomb, it sent my pulse racing.

“That’s right. I’m going to fuck you from behind.” I hooked my index finger under the tiny bit of fabric that comprised the g-string. Starting from the small of her back, I slowly moved downward, moving my hand between her cheeks and then down to her pussy, gliding teasingly over her labia before coming to a rest above her clit. Then, I went even more slowly backwards, stopping when I reached the V above her ass to pull at the thin band so that I could pull it over her right hip.

Normally, I’d start with one finger, but because Kylee wanted me to simulate “fucking” her, I decided to press my index, middle, and ring finger together. I pushed all three up against her slit, lightly teasing it, “You’re really fucking tight.”

“You’re going to put that in me?” She played along.

“Isn’t that what you want?”

“I want it so badly.”

She began to wiggle her hips invitingly, encouraging me to push a little bit harder. And so I did. All three fingers slowly spreading her lips apart, a tingle of wetness sticking against my cuticles as I began to push inside her.

Kylee let out a gasp and clenched around my fingers. I kept pushing, my free hand gripping her ass while I slid inside her. She began to slowly open up for me and soon I had my fingers midway inside her soaking slit. “That’s it. Take it like a good girl.”

“Mhm, I can take it, sir.”

“Can you take it deeper?”

“Yes, yes, I can. I want it all inside me. Please.”

So deeper I went, going all the way up to my palm, grip on her ass tightening the further I pushed. She thrusted back against me, dripping down my fingers, eagerly inviting me to go harder. I began sliding my three fingers in and out, the way I might fuck her doggy style. I hovered close to her shoulder the entire time, so that she could feel my erection pushing against the back of her thighs and hear me mutter into her ears, “That’s it. That’s a fucking good girl. Take it. Take all of it. God, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Ah, ah, ah, that’s it, fuck, that’s it. Please, don’t stop.” Kylee was drooling a little bit on the laminated wood table, which made me throb like crazy. I was tight against her, cock pressing against her legs while my hand dug into the plump flesh of her ass. The other was inside her. Going in and out, in and out, in and out, increasing in intensity.

As hot as this was, I knew she likely wouldn’t cum this way, since I wasn’t stimulating her clit. After several intense thrusts, I pulled my fingers free from her soaking pussy, which elicited a frustrated “What are you do–?”

But I was already flipping her around to face me, then dropping between her legs, tongue pressing against her pussy, flicking up and swirling around her clit.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, hand running through my hair while both of my palms slipped behind her to grab her ass cheeks. I held her tight while I tonguefucked her. She began to grind against me, one of her hands slipping under her top to tweak her nipple while I tongued her clit.

I had to really dig my fingers into her ass, because she was starting to buck her hips wildly. Something about that little roleplay of me fucking her sent her into overdrive. But I held on, keeping her ass in place while my tongue dipping into her slit and then back up to her clit. I sucked on it, danced words over it, held it tight and ran circles around the perimeter–until she grabbed my hair with both hands, flexed her entire body, and came hard against my chin.

I stayed still while she caught her breath, her chest heaving to and fro. My hands were still squeezing her ass–until her body relaxed. Slowly, I let go, stood up, and gave her a smirk.

“Have fun?”

She was about eight inches shorter than me, so had to look up while I loomed above her. She blushed, looking down, eyes becoming fixated on my extremely apparent bulge.

“I still haven’t seen it…” she muttered meekly.

“Should we do something about that?”

Kylee tilted her head to the side, her tousled curls falling over her face. She bit her lip, squeezed her thighs together, “Mhm, I think we really should.”