The Second Date
I went to Jill’s home - her parents home, actually - the next Saturday to hang out. We went to the basement, after introductions. It was awkward, having fucked their daughter the previous Friday, on our first date. Some might call in making love, but that was not what happened. It was too soon, too carnal, too animal, her needs to off the norm, to call it making love.
She put on this strange music that had whale sounds and such nonsense. We were leaning on the back of an old sofa, talking banalities. We really didn’t know each other, just our bodies. “Folks are going out later, to a party. We’ll have the place to ourselves. “I nodded. She took my chin and turned my face toward hers. “Anything wrong ?”
“Hm? No, no. Just stressed out from work. Friday is such a hectic long day for me.”
“Here sit on this stool.” I sat down and she massaged my neck muscles. “Lower your shirt.” I unbuttoned my old dress shirt that I bum around in and Jill lowered it in back so she could massage the skin. She rubbed my temples and massaged my scalp. “Feel any better? Good. Stand back up.” I did as she directed and resumed leaning on the sofa back with her. She reached for my belt buckle as I was buttoning up my shirt. “Don’t,” she said. She unbuttoned it all the way, then my jeans. She pulled the flaps back and sunk her hand into my underwear. She freed my growing cock and anchored the elastic of my underwear beneath my balls.
As she jacked me off, I asked, “What about later?”
“I want you to last a long time later this afternoon, and tonight.” She gave me a peck on the cheek as I moaned in happiness. “Feel good?” I moaned again, louder. She was just as good at jacking me off as she was sucking my cock. “I gonna make you spurt your cum.” I let out a long moan and she giggled at my sexual ecstasy, and I began humping her hand. She was the only one I was ever intimate with who could make me cum so fast. “Tell me when,” she whispered.
“Oh god, I feel it rising. Now. I’m gonna cum.”
“It’s okay, just let it pump out. I want to watch your luscious semen pump out of your slit.” I stood straight so I wouldn’t soil my jeans. I came, my knees almost buckling. I watched as my cum spurt out and then pour out in globs and splatter to the concrete floor. She squeezed my cock from the base to the tip and elicited more semen. “I love the smell of cum. Here, lick my fingers clean of you goo.” I sucked on her fingers, the act of licking her fingers clean and eating some of my cum erotic. I’d tasted my pre-cum before, when sexually excited, but after an orgasm, never. Until now. “Pull your pants back up.”
We went for a long, leisurely walk and soon after, her folks left the house. Jill boiled up some hotdogs and leftover potato salad for us for dinner. “I like hot dogs and sausages,” Jill said and giggled, “because-
“They remind you of cocks,” I finished for her.
“Right you are. And your cock has made me very horny today.”
“Well, I have an idea on how to douse the flames of your passion.” And I did. She was going to be shocked at what I was going to do to her.
“I doubt it. I’m pretty damn horny.” She got up to clear the dishes and I swatted her cute ass. I couldn’t believe we only just gone out for the first time a week ago. Cleaned up, I took off my striped dress shirt. “What, are we gonna do it on the kitchen table?”
I put a single finger to my mouth. She shut up. I gave her my shirt. “Go to the bathroom now and put this on, with only your underwear on. No bra. Do it now.” She did as I said. My shirt hung down practically to her knees. I led her to the living room. There I had arranged two wooden kitchen chairs about five feet from the bay window while she was changing. “Up on the chair now, facing the window.”
“What do you have in mind?” she asked, puzzled. Clearly this isn’t what she was expecting, at all. Again I silenced her with my index finger. I took the lengths of rope from her purse and tied them together. (Now you’re probably thinking, what the heck is she doing with ropes in her purse? You’re going to have to read my other story, “The First Date” to find that out.) I stood on the other chair and tied her hands together in front of her, and tossed the other end up and over the open beam that ran the length of the room. I tied it off after having raised her arms up. Now helpless, she had no choice but to go along with what I had in mind. I got off the chair, and instructed her to straddle the two chairs. I went to the bay window and raised the blinds.
“I think you’re carrying this a bit far.”
“I assure you, I will not do anything you don’t want me to.” That seemed to mollify her. I went to her right side and ran my left hand up the back of her leg. When I reached her panties, I ran my hand softly over her butt cheeks. I teased her, running my fingers up and under the elastic of her panties a little at a time, exploring a little deeper but taking my time. She had her eyes closed. I hooked a finger in her waist band and slowly pulled her panties down on one side, and ran my hand over her exposed buttock. I then pulled the other side down so her ass was exposed but still hidden by my shirt that she wore. I pulled them down to her knees and left the there. I snaked my right hand up and flirted with her hip and pubic hair. I felt lower and found her wet. Her inner thighs were wet with her pussy emissions. Tying her up really did excite her.
I rubbed her clit and explored her pussy lips as well. She moaned softly, slowly moving her hips to my administrations. I reached up and undid two buttons nearest her throat. She opened her eyes. With my right hand, I massaged her clit and pussy, delighting in her wetness. Then I undid another button. She watched with dull eyes, but looked out the bay window with concern. She knew what I was doing, but she couldn’t bring herself to say stop.
I lowered her underwear to her ankles and she stepped out of them. There were only two more buttons left to be undone. I picked up the pace on rubbing her clit, and she moaned louder, bucking her hips. I waited for the right moment. I undid the next to last button. “Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, bucking. Her subdivision street wasn’t that busy, but I vowed someone would get to see her. I stuck my right thumb into her vagina and rubbed her clit with my forefinger. I withdrew my left hand from her butt and undid the last button. The shirt was now open a few inches, enough to reveal her pussy and pubic hair to the public. “They can see me,” she moaned in passion. “Cover me up.”
“To do that,” I said softly, “I need to stop rubbing your cunt.”
“No, don’t stop, I’m gonna come.” I rubbed her and fucked her with my thumb. She bucked harder now, and leaked more pussy juice.
“You’re really creaming yourself.” That seemed to excite her more. “I’m going to pull the shirt a little further apart.” Her tits were still hidden, but the shirt was now spread to her hips, fully exposing her pussy to anyone who happened by. Just then a car drove by. We both looked. The guy looked right at us but kept on going, apparently not seeing us. “I think he saw you.”
“Oh god, he did? Shit, oh, I’m coming! Aaaiieeeee,” she squealed. I felt her orgasm on my thumb. I kept up the massage, sure there would be more where that came from. She sagged in the aftermath of her orgasm, knees bent, arms taught on the rope. “Oh my god you’re sooo good. You made me come.” Do me. Do me more, harder.”
I reached up with my left hand and pinched the shirt fabric near her boobs. “I want to expose your tits to the world.” She moaned and humped my hand. “Tell me to expose your tits. They’ve already seen your cunt with my thumb up your fuck hole, you might as well let them see everything.” Another car drove by. She was humping hard now, bucking her hips wildly. Beads of Sweat appeared on her breast bone and stomach. “Ask me to expose you,” I murmured.
“Oh, I’m coming again. Yes, expose me. Do it. Let them see me naked and having orgasms. Fuck!” I spread the shirt apart exposing her tits and erect nipples. Totally naked from the front, she came. A gush of feminine liquid spurt from her pussy. Her contractions tried to crush my thumb deep in her vagina. She collapsed once again from her second orgasm, her knees weak and buckling. She trembled all over from her exertions. I kept at it, rubbing her clit and fucking her wet hole with my thumb. Her inner thighs down to her knees were wet with her emissions.
“Turn around,” I commanded, keeping my hand planted on her pussy as she did so, her ass now pointed at the bay window. “I’m going to lift the shirt so they can see your butt.” She nodded, gyrating he hips for perhaps one more orgasm. “Tell me when to do it.”
“Oh, you make me do this,” she moaned. “Make me come and come and come. Everyone can see me naked and coming. I’m a dirty slut nympho. Fuck me good, ohhhhhh, now, do it, I’m coming.” I raised her shirt up and bunched it at her shoulders. Her nice naked ass, exposed to everyone who went by the house, humped madly at my fingers in her pussy.
“Uh oh. Two teenagers just walked by,” I lied. “They saw you and gave me the thumbs up. Shit.”
“Oh fuck!” But she couldn’t stop in her pending orgasm. She humped madly. With a scream and my swat on her bare ass, she came again. And once again, she sagged into near unconsciousness, helpless and exposed.
I untied her and helped her exhausted body down. We’d been at it for about 45 minutes. She sat while I went to get a glass of water. “I’ve been a bad girl. I need a good hard spanking.” She got up and draped herself over my lap. “Do it. Punish me good.” I rubbed her bare ass and gave her two good swats. Then two more, harder swats. She whimpered. I rubbed the sting out and spanked her good. Her ass was bright pink when I stopped. She had tears in her eyes.
Getting up from her punishment, she said, “No one really saw me, did they?” She was clearly worried.
“Well,” I teased. Only two cars had driven by. Somewhat recovered, she sat sideways to the window, but didn’t try to cover up. She reached for my belt.
“Thank you for that. I’ve never come that strong before. I owe you some pleasure.” She unzipped me and in no time had my dripping and erect cock out. “You’ve been leaking,” she giggled. She squeezed my cock to elicit some more pre-cum and licked it off the tip of my cock. She took me in her mouth, and I it was my turn to moan loudly. She sucked me off while fondling my balls and ass. Grabbing my hips, she guided me in and out of her mouth. When I started bucking my hips she took my cock out of her mouth and jacked me. “Come on my face,” she said. A few moments later I did, pumping my cum out onto her cheeks, nose and wide open mouth. “I love your cum, and watching you come. I love your hard cock in my mouth and pussy. Stick it in me while you’re still hard.” She guided me in, sans protection. We were now fucking in front of the large bay windows. A few minutes later, I grew soft. Such is the biology of the male sex organ. But an hour later, she coaxed and massaged me to a hard on and I fucked her proper.
