So, young Fleure, your foster parents asked if you could spend the afternoon here with me while they go to some matinee at the Dome theatre. You’ve brought your homework I see. They said I would be able to help you if you got stuck. They obviously think just because I was once a teacher I know about all sorts of subjects. Well, I assure you that your on your own unless it’s about history or economics – and it’s some time since I taught them. Anyway, if I can help I sure as hell will.

You’re looking very happy and pretty this afternoon – much happier than when I saw you yesterday with your parents at your house. By the way, how is it, the new house, now that you’ve moved in. Do you have a nice bedroom all to yourself? Are you happy there?

Fleure thought about it briefly...

“Yes. It’s a nice house and I do have a bedroom that is quite large and comfortable. Though it’s nothing like as big as this house. Do you live here all by yourself?”

“Yes, I do. I’m glad you like it. And I would like you to think that you can come here whenever you want. As we are neighbours and you seem a very responsible young lady, I’m sure I can arrange for you to have a spare set of keys. Then you could come and go as you please. It also means that if I come home and realise I’ve forgotten my keys then I can always use your set.

“Wow. That sounds great. Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s you who will be doing me a favour.

There is a pause in the conversation. I go to the fridge and pour us half each of a coke as well as my spare key to the front door.

“Here is the spare key to the front door – keep it – I’ll get you a full set later this week,. To change the subject, can I ask you about yourself, Fleure? You don’t have to tell me anything – of course you don’t – But I’d really like to know more about you. Your mum and dad, I mean your foster parents, they explained that your mum sent you over here to go and live with some relatives who, in the end, didn’t turn up. They didn’t explain anything more except to say you were 13 years old.

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“I must say that you look much older than 13. Is that really your age?”

“Almost 14”

“OK, almost 14. But still in many ways you seem older than that.”

“Well, the truth is quite complicated and I’m not sure there is anyone who knows everything. I remember hardly anything at all from when I was very young My mother, gave birth to me when she was 15. She had been kicked out of home by her father when he found she was pregnant. She had me while living with her older sister. She was anxious to avoid registering my birth as it would be official acknowledgement that she’d had an illegitimate child and her father would have to know about it. It was a small island where we lived and it was easy to avoid things like official registration. After a while – I’ve no idea how long, perhaps a year – my aunt moved to Jamaica. and took me. That might have been a year like my aunt said but I think it was much longer than that, maybe 2 or 3 years. Anyhow, it was only when I went to secondary school that it became necessary for me to have a birth certificate. My aunt pretended I was her daughter and vowed that I was eleven which, according to the certificate, then became my age. I honestly don’t know but it is definitely possible that I am really as old as 15, maybe even 16.”

“Was it your aunt that sent you to England?”

“Yes. It was her boyfriend. She had never married. Her boyfriend, Jack, started playing about with me. My aunt didn’t want to have it out with him because he was our main source of money and, in general, he was a very kind, hard-working man. So she wrote to some relative or other and told them she was sending me over and to meet me at the airport. Of course, there was nobody there to meet me and so I ended up in social services. After that I was fostered out which is how I come to be living here, next door to you.”.

“Can I ask you about Jack? I don’t want to upset you, so if you’d rather not talk about it that’s OK”

“No. I don’t mind. I think the whole thing upset my aunt more than it upset me. You see, Jack was basically a very kind, gentle man. I think he wanted sex with someone younger than my aunt. Or maybe, she wasn’t prepared to have sex with him as much as he wanted. At first he just touched me. He didn’t hurt me. It didn’t make me feel particularly good or bad. It was just something my nice uncle Jack asked me to let him do and he said he liked it and thanked me and bought me little presents – sweets and things. After a few months like that – him touching me - he started asking me to rub him. So he would get his cock out and start rubbing it. and then ask me to join in. I remember I used to watch, fascinated, waiting for him to spurt his cum. He always made sure he had a paper tissue ready so it wouldn’t go everywhere. Of course, it didn’t stay like that. It wasn’t long before he started fucking me. But by then my aunt was pretty wise to what was going on and that’s when she decided I should come to England.”

“Can I ask, when Jack fucked you, did you enjoy it at all?”

“No. Don’t get me wrong. He didn’t hurt me. He was always gentle and he used to rub some kind of vaseline on his prick so it would go in easy. But I didn’t enjoy what he was doing except in the sense that I liked it because it gave him pleasure.”

“I see. And now? Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t. I have one friend and she’s a girl. She is fifteen and like me she does not have a dad. Her mum comes from the Philipines and she is a nurse at the local hospital. We’re very close and we tell each other everything.”

“Well, Fleure, that’s very interesting. You seem very grown-up to me. I’m sure we will get to know each other better so long as we are neighbours and you come and visit me. Anyhow, this afternoon, thanks to my agreement with your parents, you are due to spend the next couple of hours in my house here.. I’ll show you round.”

I shepherd Fleure through the various rooms, making sure she knows where the bathroom is, in case she wants to use the toilet. Afterwards we sit down in the front room. She starts flicking through her homework and I continue with the book I have been reading.

Perhaps 15 minutes pass in this way. The only sounds come from pages turning and Fleure’s pen and paper. When I finally speak it is laughably trivial,

“Can I ask you a big favour, Fleure?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“Now I come to ask I feel rather embarrassed” I say, “but I don’t suppose you could help me by scratching my back. I have an itch that for the life of me I can’t reach. And anyway, scratching your own back is never as satisfying as someone else doing it for you. Would you mind?”

Fleure looks at me and smiles. Her face lights up. Her white teeth shine against her dark brown skin. She looks very pretty and older than her supposed 13 years. She moves to get up out of her chair and as she does so her small breasts are starkly outlined by her stretched t-shirt. ‘Tits are too small and firm to need a bra” I absent mindedly note. She comes over to where I’m sitting on the sofa and sits down beside me. She puts a small hand rather tentatively up my sweatshirt and very gently rubs my bare back.

“Can you do it a bit harder please love....and use your nails. Yes...that’s it – ooh that’s good....a bit further up. ... yes....and a bit to the right. Oh that’s great. Yes. Brilliant. Oh that’s nice – yes – all over – right up to my shoulders and down to my pants. Superb. Thanks. That was absolutely delightful.”

“Did you really enjoy it that much, Dave? Or were you exaggerating?”

“Absolutely not. I enjoyed every second. Haven’t you ever had your back scratched? I think it’s one of the great pleasures in life, to get your back scratched by someone.”

“I don’t remember anybody ever scratching my back. We used to have something my mum called a loafer that she used for washing my back in the bath and that was nice. But it wasn’t the same as scratching – at least I don’t think so.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, why don’t I scratch your back – just a little – and see if you like it?”

“OK. I’m not sure I’m going to enjoy it the way you did.”

Fleure pulls up her t-shirt so it is tucked under her tiny breasts and twist round on the sofa so her back is facing me. I gently start scratching, starting at the top, the back of her shoulders. It’s not long before she is making sounds of pleasure and even asking me to scratch harder. As I do so she bends forward from the waist attempting to expose as much of her back as possible. Soon my fingers are down to the top of her young hips. I gently push down the shorts and knickers she is wearing to allow me to scratch just below her hips and just above her bottom.

“How’s that” I ask -”Enough?”

“No! more. More”

“Are you sure that’s alright?” I ask as I push her shorts and knickers down another 2 or so inches.

“Yes. I think so. Nobody’s looking are they?”

“I don’t think anyone can see in: the curtains are closed. I’ll tell you this – if someone did look in they’d see the loveliest, cutest little bottom.

Actually Fleure, it might be better if you sit on my lap. That way I should be able to scratch your back more easily and you won’t have to stretch yourself forward. That’s it – yes – just a little bit backwards towards me.”

I am holding her hips and pulling her gently backwards on my thighs. I am unavoidably aware how close her bottom is to my less than flaccid prick. This knowledge provokes an obscene image of tearing off her knickers and shorts and thrusting a stiff prick into her. But this is just a thought and I am immediately rather ashamed of ever having had it.

I renew my gentle scratching of Fleur’s back starting again at the top around her shoulders and slowly moving southwards. My right hand, in an apparently innocent move, scratches the right hand side of her back and then just a little round to the side. Fleure is plainly enjoying the scratching sensation. Her appreciation is expressed in a sort of moaning-come-purring noise. My movements are gentle and apparently repetitive but my fingers, now almost past her back and side, are moving round and close to her breast. As if it was just a slight variation of my scratching, my fingers gently clasp Fleure’s small and firm right breast. It takes just a second or two for me to recognise that I am feeling her erect nipple in the palm of my hand. I use my fingers to check. The nipple bud is solidly protruding. This beautiful, slight little adolescent is turned on. I return my hand to her back but now, knowing the effect my scratching is having, I push downwards, pushing her knickers and shorts as far down as they will go. Any further will require Fleure to raise her bottom so I can push them down towards her thighs and knees. I am surprised and not a little pleased at the cooperation, or at least lack of resistance I am encountering. I make the decision to stop scratching for the moment and, instead, I put my hands either side of her hips, my thumbs hooked round the clothes, my fingers gently lifting her bottom. By myself the manoeuvre won’t work. I need compliance. She hesitates just a second then, keen to remove the impediments, of her own accord, she raises her bottom and my thumbs and fingers deftly push the clothes to a point well down her thighs. For a moment I am worried perhaps I have gone too far so I push her back so she is bent forward and resume scratching as if that had always been my one and only purpose. But my fingers are now well below her belt line. They are stroking rather than scratching her young, shiny brown bum cheeks. Every now and then, driven by lust, my fingers dig into her flesh. Fleure gasps. It’s a gasp that has that raw rasp of sexual desire. I put both hands round and clasp her breasts. I barely hold them for a few seconds, rubbing the hard nipples in the palms of my hand, before my right hand, curious and expectant, delves down between her thighs and touches her vagina.

My fingers very softly explore before daring to intrude just a little more than a fingernail.

“Your cunt’s wet” I tell her,

“That’s rude! That’s a rude word. You shouldn’t say that.”

“It’s just a word. What do you want me to say? -’You’re vagina’s wet’? Or maybe, you want me to tell you, ‘My penis is erect’ instead of ‘My prick is hard’? Look Fleure, let’s be honest and open. I’m touching you, your cunt, your vagina, your pussy – call it what you want. This is sex. One word from you and it will stop – if that’s what you want. You’re not a virgin. Yes you had a bad experience with sex back home but, trust me, it doesn’t have to be like that. People enjoy sex with each other – getting pleasure for themselves and giving pleasure to their partner. And when people are enjoying sex with each other they use all the basic words you’ve heard in the school yard, not the words they use in the classroom in sex education classes. I suppose I might ask you, ‘Can I have sexual intercourse with you?’ but c’mon, man or woman, boy or girl, we say ‘Can I fuck you?’ And talking that way – freely, using words that are common and down-to-earth - that’s part of the pleasure of sex with someone.”

Fleure is sitting, still on my lap and still facing away from me. She is looking down to where the fingers of my right hand have disappeared between her thighs. I speak quietly into her ear,

“I can feel your stiff nipple. The feeling of that against my hand is enough by itself to make me horny, let alone the feeling of grasping both of your tits and wanting to lick and suck them. And my other hand between your thighs can feel the warmth and the wetness. That wetness is your cunt – your cunt juices. And I can’t think of anything in the world at this moment that I wouldn’t rather do the than lie between your legs and and lick and taste and suck your beautiful, sexy young cunt. Lick and taste your juices. Lick and suck your clit. “

I stop for a moment, fearing what I have said will upset Fleure and she will react badly.

“Have I upset you” I tentatively murmur in her ear.

“No.....not at all. I don’t think so. When you said what you just said it was actually quite exciting. It made me want those things you said.”

“So, what is it you want? - Do you want to tell me?”

“You know ----what you said....about licking my cunt. Nobody’s ever done that to me”

“OK, come on, pretty, little sexy child. Let’s do it. Take your knickers off and let’s go in the bedroom.”

Fleure lies on the bed – she has taken off her top as well as her knickers and shorts. Perhaps nervous, her little, vulnerable body is rather stiff. I lie down next to her and explain,

“There are different ways to do this. But since it’s the first time you’ve had your cunt licked I think there’s a couple of things to get clear. First, I am going to lie down between your legs and use my fingers and my mouth to lick and rub your cunt. If you decide you don’t like it, say so and I’ll stop immediately. If, on the other hand, you start to get carried away, don’t worry, just go with it and perhaps you’ll have an orgasm – you know like when you’re by yourself and you rub yourself or stick something up your cunt. Only, if you do have an orgasm – if you cum – I’m pretty sure it will be better than when you do it for yourself. Are you ready?” I ask as I slide down the bed, carefully spread Fleure’s legs and start tasting the wet pleasure of her young cunt flesh.. Almost immediately she starts moaning with pleasure and moving her hips so her cunt engages ever more firmly with my mouth. I can sense she is already on the way to an orgasm. But it’s too soon for that. I disengage and move back up the bed. She looks disappointed.

“God, child, you taste good. That’s how a sexy young cunt should taste. So good.”

“Why did you stop?”

“Well there are other ways of doing this that I thought you might prefer. For example, you could get on your hands and knees and I could lick you from behind. Or, I could lick you from behind if you lie sideways and I lie behind you with my face between your thighs and my feet up the other end. Or we could have sixty-nine.”

“I’ve heard of that – how does it work?”

“Easiest is if we lie side-by-side and I lick your cunt while you suck my prick. But you can also do it if I lie on my back and you straddle my face and put your cunt against my mouth while you put my prick in your mouth.”

“I’d like to suck you prick. - See! I can use those words – you’ve taught me something..”

I smile and pull Fleure close to me.

“Yes, Fleure, you learn quickly. And I bet you felt a bit of a thrill talking dirty like that?”

She nods.

“Well, let me tell you this. You have an amazing sexy body. I can’t wait for you to get my prick out and put it in your mouth. Feel your fingers rubbing it, gently scratching my balls, licking them, licking underneath, then back to my prick. And when that’s done I can’t wait to fuck you. I can’t wait to stick my prick all the way up there (my fingers are gently doing in and out of her dripping cunt). I imagine it entering slowly, penetrating bit by bit till the whole length is stuck right up your cunt. It stays there and we both put fingers down touching what we can feel. Then, when you’re ready you must tell me, say those important words, command me – I can;t wait to hear you say iy it : ‘fuck me’. Then I insert my prick just here (my fingers stroke and pull her cunt lips apart) and I push further in and when I’m right in and you say you are comfortable, then I start thrusting in and out – slipping in and out, spreading your juices. Fucking you”

We lie on the bed side by side. I take my two wet fingers out of Fleure’s cunt and bring them up so they are in the small space between our two faces. Very slowly I put the fingers in my mouth and suck them. We are staring at each other. She raises an arm and her hand lightly clasps my wrist and tugs it toward her so she, too, can suck the fingers.

“God. The way you talk - and the way you touch me – it’s making me feel so horny. I mean, it’s like there’s something deep inside me that’s taking over my body. Bits are tingling. Skin – no! much more than skin – my flesh is prickly as if it needs to be rubbed and licked and sucked – my cunt needs something in it – I’m missing your fingers. Even my bum where you were scratching it before wants more..” Fleure pauses.

“Are you going to fuck me.?” she quietly inquires.

“Only if you promise to join in.”

“I promise. So, let me look at your prick.”

Fleure tugs down my shorts and looks carefully at my prick. She examines it. She touches it – holds it between 2 fingers and a thumb then very softly wraps her complete hand round it and strokes it up and down. It had emerged from my shorts perhaps three-quarters erect. A few hand strokes and it was rigid.

“It looks very big.”

“I don’t think so”, I reply, “it’s only average for a circumcised male of my age. But I’ll tell you this, young vixen, you rubbing it like that makes it feel a hell of a lot bigger.”

“Well, I think it is very big. In fact, I’m not sure it isn’t too big to fit in my mouth.”

Fleure bends down and tentatively guides my prick into her mouth. She immediately starts sucking the top 3 inches the bottom she rubs vigorously. Her technique might lack subtlety but watching her enthusiasm fully makes up for that.

It is a sight I realise I have no right to expect. Here is this young dark brown sylph of a girl, naked with her velvet skin glistening in the late afternoon sunlight that has sneaked in between the half-closed curtains, sucking my prick. As I look down I can see her face concentrating on the job in hand. She stops, momentarily, just to take her face away so she may look up and smile at me. She gives my saliva covered prick a friendly shake and rub before returning it to the wet warmth of her mouth.

“Careful” I warn, “You’re getting too good at this. If you keep going like this I won’t be able to control myself and you will end up with me shooting my cum in your mouth. Apart from not being to your taste it might also delay proceedings till I get another erection good enough to fuck you.”

Fleure takes my prick out of her mouth. She has her right hand slowly stroking it while her left hand is caressing and gently juggling with my balls.

“Come on” she says, smiling and ostentatiously licking her lips, “Come on, fuck me.”

I climb over so I am kneeling between her legs. I push a pillow under her bum then take my still saliva coated prick in my hand, guide it steadily up and down the slit of Fleure’s cunt before rubbing it hard against her pink clit. She groans,

“Oh, I like that...more...harder...harder”

“Go on”, I tell her, “you hold it. Rub it as hard as you want against the bits you want.”

I take her hand and plant it on my prick. Half-kneeling, bent forwards and propped up by stiff arms I watch as Fleur pushes, strokes and slaps my prick against her clit. It is testing me. What she is doing is disgustingly erotic and more and more I feel like my prick wants to explode and splat its cum all over her exposed cunt. Just as I think I am about to give in to this selfish primeval lust, Fleure grasps my prick very firmly at the base and moves it the inch or so to her cunt. She spreads her legs a little wider, places my prick perhaps 2 or maybe 3 inched inside her, looks me in the eyes and murmurs...

“Stick it in. Right in. All the way. Not too fast...nice and slow. I want to feel every last centimetre of your prick as it goes in “........then......”FUCK ME.....Fuck me mister and fuck me hard. Oh yes. Yes. Oh that’s so good. You’re slipping in and out so good, so natural, so easy....My juices are everywhere....I can hear them squelching as you push your prick back in....let me feel....oh yes...your balls are dripping with my wet cunt...its everywhere...Oh. ..I think its happening....I can’t stop it....can’t stop....I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

I manage to hold back until Fleur’s orgasm has begun to subside.

“Oh Christ, little girl. You’ve got me cumming. I can’t hold back any longer. Just a few more thrusts like this....give you all my prick....all of it slamming into you....right up you sopping wet schoolgirl cunt....wet....tight. ....oh yes..... where?.....”

“Here. All over my cunt...Oh yes...let me hold it...spurting all over my cunt and my tummy.”

Afterwards we relaxed, quite sweetly lying on our backs, Fleure’s head resting on my upper chest. After a while just lying there, Fleure asked

“Was I any good? Be honest was I good for you?”

“You were sensational. Fucking you was out of this world. You were just you and it was perfect. Are you able to come over tomorrow – or am I just being greedy?”

“It should be OK. They’ve got something booked for every afternoon this week. I think tomorrow there going to London. They’ve got tickets for a show and then they’re eating out. So they probably won’t be home till late. Yeh, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

Swiftly she shot out of bed and dressed. With the same youthful agility she splashed some soap and water on her face, dried herself, did a pee and with a happy ‘see you tomorrow’ opened the front door and let herself out.

The following day Fleure rang the bell about 2.30 and came bounding in, as ever full of life.

“What we going to do? “ Then with a sheepish smile, “more of what we did yesterday, I hope.”

She came over to me for a kiss. As we embraced she thrust her pelvis hard against me. My hands sought her bum, slipping under her fresh t-shirt and inside the top of her knickers. My nails dug into her flesh, not roughly or painfully, just enough to express my lust for her body. She responded with her back of the throat purr of appreciation. She pushed a bit harder forward, my fingers sank lower to the point where her bum cheeks curled under and met the top of her thighs, I pulled her towards me at the same time pulling those cheeks apart. I felt her warmth down there

“OK. So I’ve been thinking and I have a suggestion. If you’re right about your parents being out till late then we’ve got a good few hours together. If you agree I think it might be a good idea – practical and sexy – to start by washing each other. I know we’re both clean people but I want us to get really intimate with each other’s bodies and, therefore it seems to me mutual washing might be fun.”

“I’m totally OK with that. I agree. Do you think I can also shave my pussy hair – sorry! Not my pussy – my cunt.!”

“Better not to shave it – save that for another time. We’ll use my electric hair cutter instead – alright?”

Fleure nods. I point out that it would make sense to start with that job then go on to washing. I get her to stand on the bathroom stool and I carefully shave her pubic hair leaving just a stubble, maybe a quarter of an inch long. She runs her fingers through what’s left and seems well pleased by the results. I sweep up the cuttings. We then start the washing. After a brief discussion we agree it is probably best and easiest to strip right down and share a shower. This we do.

I enjoy washing Fleure’s young breasts. I adore their firmness. I find soaping them is very sexy as my hands rub across her stiffening nipples. She giggles and mucks around as she washes my prick and balls. I turn her round and start washing her bum. I use lots of soap and my fingers carefully become more and more intimate. When they reach her anus she politely asks if it is appropriate. I turn her round so we are face to face. I want to be honest with her. I want her to know that there is nothing wrong with what I’m doing and it will be for her pleasure.

“Fleure, I want to wash you there because I want you to realise that your bum is another part of your body that can give sexual pleasure.”

As I speak my fingers are behind Fleure soaping along the passage between her bum cheeks but now stopping at her anus.

“It’s a fact that there are tiny nerve endings all round there.”(My fingers are circling and gently rubbing and massaging her sweet, tiny hole.)”If you relax you can feel a pleasant sensation as I rub like this. I see you smile a little -it’s working isn’t it? (She nods) And if I do this (I push a finger until it just begins to intrude into her anus, )Does that hurt? (She wags her head) Do you want more? (She nods) I’m pushing a bit more, OK? (she nods) I think you’re more relaxed now and I’m pushing my finger further in. You see it’s in. Does it feel OK?”

“Mmm It feels good. It’s very sexy but in a different way to normal sex.”

“It is normal sex. Don’t be shocked. Gay men fuck each other having anal sex and a huge proportion of heterosexual couples also have anal sex. Years ago I had a girlfriend who could only cum with anal stimulation, She had to be fucked in her bum to reach a proper orgasm.”

Fleure seems more receptive now so I start agitating my finger.

“What are you doing now?”

“What I’m doing now is pushing my finger in and out. It’s usually called finger-fucking. It also is helping clean you thoroughly. You will then be clean enough for me to kiss and lick you anus. That’s called rimming. But don’t worry I’m not demanding any of these things. I’m just telling you and if you don’t want anything to do with anal sex that’s OK – just say so. No problem.”

“I’ll need to think about it.”

“Fine. Shall we rinse off and then get dried? Then we can go to the bedroom.”

When we are there, at first we just lie together naked, a cotton sheet half-covering us.” We kiss and I softly caress Fleure’s breasts, her bum and her cunt. She strokes my prick and her fingers tickle and explore below my balls.

“How are you going to fuck me?” she asks rather politely.

“That depends what you want. Perhaps you want to try out lots of different positions or maybe you have a position in mind already or maybe you just want to do it straightforwardly like we did it yesterday.”

“The other day I was listening to 2 of our school dinner ladies. They were sitting outside drinking tea and they didn’t see me, They weren’t very old – Not much older than our sixth-formers – and they were talking about sex and one was telling the other that she’d been picked up the evening before by a student at the college she works in evenings. She said he fucked her in the back of the car. She said it was the best fuck she’d had in ages. She said it was pretty cramped but she’d managed to get on her hands and knees and he’d fucked her from behind. She said it was amazing.”

Fleure thought for a moment, then...

“Do you think we could do it like that?”

What an amazing sight. I am standing at the end of the bed. In front of me the young dark-skinned teenager is on her knees. I climb on the bed and kneel behind her. I lightly scratch her back, my fingers coming all the way down to her bum. I repeat this 3 more times and each time my fingers end their journey touching her warm and, as yet only damp cunt. I take my prick and use my hand to push it down between the cheeks of Fleure’s bum. Again, my prick completes its journey by rubbing firmly against her cunt. When it reappears there are clear signs of glistening juices that then get wiped off as I push it once more on its downward journey between the mounds of firm brown flesh. On the fourth foray I make sure my prick is hard against the crack and as it descends to her anus I slow its progress and manoeuvre it so it rubs against the small hole for a second or two before ending its journey rubbing back and forth across Feure’s increasingly wet cunt.. I want to satisfy the beautiful child. I want to fuck her from the rear. But I want to watch, to see as far as possible how it looks when it happens. I gently adjust Fleure’s body so her head is pushed hard on the bed. The result is an amazing view of Fleure’s bum and cunt.. Fully exposed. Two holes – one I am shortly going to enter with my prick, the other, hopefully, a fruit for picking in days to come.

I guide my prick to her cunt. I rub it briefly against and between the lips at the entrance. Taking aim I push my prick into the hole.

“Oh Christ, Fleure. Every tiny fraction of my prick is tingling. I can scarcely believe it but from behind your cunt is even tighter. I can feel your wet cunt grasping my stiff cock, Oh, that’s so delightful. Your nipples are so fucking hard. My prick wants to keep rubbing up inside your cunt for ever and ever. Can you feel this, feel my fingers underneath on your clit, rubbing it. You put a finger there too – go on. Touch my prick as it goes in and out – oh yes – pinch it hard. That feels so good – and that – for God’s sake - is that your finger I can feel as I push my prick in. Oh you filthy bitch – you’ve stuck a finger in your cunt while I’m fucking it. It’s even tighter. Oh Look – look at my prick – it’s smothered in your cunt juices. Look!. (I pull out and present my juice-sodden prick so Fleure can look over her shoulder and see it. She smiles, reaches behind and rubs it hard with her right hand.) That’s good, that’s very good girl. That’s sloppy wet rubbing. Hold on child...I’ have to taste you...stay as you are...That’s it...”

I flatten down behind Fleure and my tongue and lips – my whole mouth devour her wet cunt. This can’t last long. I tell her so and explain I have to poke my prick back inside her delicious cunt. As I draw my mouth away from her cunt, I wipe it up towards her bum-hole, I wipe my tongue and lips hard against it, managing to insert my tongue just a fraction inside. I hear Fleure gasp out loud – it sounds like surprise but its quickly followed by her voice, “That is amazing!” she says breathlessly.

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