12 Are you scared of my pussy?

He began washing her neck; painfully taking his time walking his way up and down each arm before moving to her full chest. Her breasts were firm and felt so wonderfully smooth. He reached around her and spent another minute washing and kneading her breasts. The thought of biting those nipples not minding the soap; made his rod harder than the one Moses used in parting the red sea.

He moved on down her body, she turned around her hands up, holding the pipe to give her more balance. When he got to her crotch, she lowered one of her hands and put it on his, pressing it to her crotch. She held it tightly there and began moving her hips and moaning softly.

He rubbed around her clit with his fingers until she pushed his hand lower, forcing his fingers to slide between her flowery folds. She continued to guide his fingers up and down, from her slit to her clit. Her hips never stopped moving, and she continued to moan. It wasn't long before her head began swaying left and right.

"Deeper" was the only word she said as her hips began thrusting into their joined hands. Her hand was pressing his finger to her clit so firmly. Her moans got louder and more urgent; her head flailing side to side more violently. Finally, her head fell back and she pulled his hand from her convulsing pussy. He stayed where he was and felt her body continue to convulse until it calmed down.

He stood up and she put her arms around his neck again and locked his lips in a wet kiss. She broke the kiss, staring at him in the eyes she said

"There are still some parts of me you haven't washed yet"

"Oh… Of course"

David responded in disappointment. He thought she was about to give him the pussy not returning to this personal persecution.

She turned around; he bent back down with his face almost in her perfect ass. He started at her feet and went up each leg. When he lathered up his hand and ran his fingers along the crack of her ass, she wiggled and giggled shyly.

He moved to her butt cheeks; the running water washed some of the fumes off her ass and there it was; the same birthmark from the dead girl earlier.

His heart jumped into his throat. He felt a fresh rush of fear and panic in his veins. The water suddenly becomes cold as goose bumps engulfed his skin. How is that possible? Or he was seeing things? He stopped washing.

"What is wrong?" she asked noticing the sudden stop.

"Nothing really…"

"You can actually just tell me"

"It is just this birthmark at your pelvis…"

"Ok. What is wrong with it?"

"Nothing; I think I saw it recently…"

"You have seen that exact kind of birthmark recently on another person?"

"Yes," he responded nodding.

"How recent?"

"Hmm… like a day or two ago…"

"Really? You had another woman up here yesterday when I left?"

"No, not that at all"

"Common, tell me about this woman that has the mark of God on the same spot as me?" she turned around and asked pulling him back up. She seemed to have lost interest in the washing.

David sensing he might lose on getting that pussy this night lied

"Hey, I was just pulling your legs. The god mark I saw had to be yours for no other woman was warming my bed. It is just you; only you."

She shut him from babbling by putting her index finger across his lips and whispered into his ears

"Let's complete this in the bedroom. I want you to fuck me till I forget what you just said".

"Damn, that was hot"

He carried her like a groom would a new bride screaming "You are my baby girl. You are the one I have been waiting for…" heading to the bedroom. She giggled innocently.

In the bedroom, David threw her on the bed, she fell with knees spread open saying "Come and eat my pussy…"

David knelt on the bed and slide forward until his arms were under her raised thighs. Her pussy was totally devoid of hair, and her lips were very small and dark pink.

He began kissing the inside of them. They were toned, her flesh stretched tightly over them. David was nervous; he had never done this before. Never liked a girl to the extent of pleasuring her that way, but he is going to get his experience from the large collection of porn he had seen.

"Are you scared of my pussy? Don't worry it won't bite…"

He forced a giggle, he was scared, and not sure of what to taste or smell down there but the journey of a thousand miles begins with a step. He lightly ran his tongue from the bottom of her clit to the top. The scent of her filled his nostrils. He then went for her obvious clit, running his tongue over that too. He slithered his tongue over her folds and licked up and down the inside of her lips.

After a minute or two, he ran his tongue in circles around and over her clit. That was when he began hearing some soft moans from her. He sucked it softly at first before going harder. Her moans increased which is a good sign, she was definitely enjoying this. With his fingers, he spread her open and sucked her clit harder taking it into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. She held his head and pulled it further in between her legs almost suffocating him. She was screaming

"God yes, that's perfect. You are doing so good baby. Yes, just like that…"

He immediately knew she would soon arrive at the train station, so he sucked harder. Soon her hips were bucking and thrashing on the bed.

"Oh God! Don't stop! Don't stop! Urrggg"

Her body began convulsing and shaking. She placed her hands on his head and she pushed his mouth away. She quickly grabbed a pillow to scream into. It was an awesome experience for David. He was proud of himself; he had never gotten a girl off with just his tongue before.

She cooled off and flashed him a huge smile; her face radiating with pure joy and fulfillment. He crawled up beside her and they kissed passionately. At the end of the kiss, she turned; her hips pressed against his hard cock. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her breasts. She pulled herself upward a little, then grabbed the big guns, slowly rubbed it against her wet pussy for a while before driving it in.

Her pussy felt incredible around his cock. She began moving up and down on his dick. Rotating her hips just at the tip; this sent him to cloud nine. After what seemed like an eternity, she pushed him away and said

"Come on top and fuck me like you mean it…"

Without hesitation, he moved into position, slid his arms under her knees and lifted them. She reached between and guided his machine gun into her. He began fucking her with everything he had. Her knees almost touching her ears, and she let out a grunt every time he drove the gun home.

When she began cumming, he slowed down but didn't stop. He kept sliding his cock slowly in and out of her wet pussy. She smiled at him to quicken the pace; slowly he began accelerating little by little until he was pacing at the speed of light. Soon both of them were ready to cum. She screamed up at him

"God yes! Fuck me harder"

A few seconds later she grunted loudly

"I'm… I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby… fuck me harder…"

His cock erupted, his cum flying into her waiting pussy like a basketball into the awaiting net. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, as both of them grunting and she was shaking and convulsing. He released her legs and collapsed beside her, both of them panting and gasping for air, their chests heaving and bodies exhausted.

The sex was out of this world, divine in other words. He spooned up against her and cupped her breast in his hand; ensuring he doesn't wake up to discover she was gone.