You can read part 1 here.

This is written as a story, as I love writing erotica, but it really happened. All names have been changed.

I kissed Emily as I held myself over her. She was trembling and moaning, clearly all riled up after what she’d just done to me.

I passed down her neck to her chest to kiss her pert, full breasts. Emily groaned and shifted beneath me as I sucked on her thick nipples. She felt so firm and supple and taut. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that at 35, I was in bed with a 22 year old woman.

Emily parted her legs for me as I kissed my way along her lean stomach, as I settled myself to lie on my front between them. I looked at her as my mouth passed through soft hair, I pulled back a touch to gaze down at Emily’s pussy that was inches from my eyes.

The light was low in her room but I saw plenty. She had a neatly tended patch of dark hair. Beneath it, Emily’s lips were smooth. They were thick and puffy. I lowered my face to touch my mouth to her.

Although Emily was usually so shy, on her bed that evening, she didn’t hold back. Emily moaned as I kissed her cunt, she wriggled and pressed herself into me.

I kissed all over Emily. I sucked on her fleshy outer lips. I ran my tongue across her in long laps, making her quiver and mewl. I spread her open around my mouth to lap between, into all that warm wetness.

She had a prominent clit, I felt it clearly as a firmer, swollen point amidst all that softness. Emily gasped as I touched the tip of my tongue to it.

I experimented with her. I tried different licks, different paces and pressures. Emily made the best noise when I tickled across her with a fast but light touch, so I stuck to it.

As I settled into lapping at Emily with a consistent rhythm, I slid a finger back into her pussy. I curled it within her to stroke over her inner front wall to find her g-spot. Emily groaned, she clenched around me, as I glided across it. I did so with the same tempo as my tongue and it sent Emily gasping and writhing beneath me.

She was so wonderfully wet. It ran out of her cunt in pulses. Emily soaked my lower face as she rubbed her cunt into me. I pushed a second finger into Emily’s pussy as she relaxed around me.

It was all so easy. When I’d been Emily’s age, I’d been unsure of myself, too eager to impress, I hadn’t really known what I was doing. But now, at 35, I was experienced.

I played Emily with ease. I read her responses, I gave her what worked best. I licked and screwed Emily with the pace she told me she needed with the rocking of her hips. I ran my other hand over her body, stroking and grasping her thighs and her tits. I rolled and gently pinched her nipples.

Emily moaned with feeling, she trembled and ground into me. I took my time with her as I brought Emily to climax, I didn’t rush it, I relished what I was doing. I’d always loved going down, I adored the feel and taste of a woman’s cunt in my face, it was such a rush to hear her moan for you, to turn her into a shaking, bucking, quivering mess. And this was beautiful Emily, young, fresh, shy, gorgeous Emily.

I was bad, again. I took my hand off her breasts, I drew it down Emily’s tight little body. I slipped between her buttocks.

She was soaking down there, from my spit, from all the wetness from her pussy that had pooled between her cheeks. I used it to massage her arsehole, to press, to glide a finger up into her back passage.

I buried the full length of that digit in Emily’s warm, tight, smooth arse. She groaned, she mashed her cunt into my face, as I wiggled it in her, as I tickled within Emily’s bottom.

Not all the women I’d been with appreciated butt stuff, for some it was a total turn off, but plenty took pleasure in it, and some responded intensely, as Emily did.

I circled my finger in her rear, pressing against her gently but insistently from within, and Emily squirmed and gasped. I made wider circles. As she relaxed for me, I worked a second finger up her bum, stretching her, filling her down there.

Words poured out of Emily now, as I licked her, as I screwed her in both places, a panting chant of, “yes…. Yes…. Yes… Yes…. Yes….”

I felt her body tightening up. I heard it all so clearly as Emily reached the edge of her climax.

She reared up into my face, she called out, “oh… fuck… yes,” and then she was shaking and bucking and making these high, breahty-yelping noises as she came for me.

I didn’t vary what I was doing. I followed the motions of her body, I kept my tongue on her clit, my fingertips on her g-spot, my other two pumping deep in her arse. I did my best to make it as good for Emily as I could, to draw her orgasm out, to make her mewl for me, to make her lose all control.

She came with glorious drama, she came hard, but even as her climax fell away, I kept licking and finger-fucking her. I left Emily’s clit alone, in case she was too sensitive to take direct contact there, but I didn’t stop lapping at her.

Emily didn’t fall far from the height of her orgasm. She writhed and moaned, she was soon panting and mashing her cunt into me again. I touched my tongue to her clit and she didn’t pull away from me.

I brought Emily off a second time with speed, she was even louder, even more urgent as she climaxed, as she yelped, as she soaked my face, but that time, she couldn’t take any more. Emily eased back from me.

I slipped my fingers out of her, but I wasn’t done licking Emily yet, I was too turned on, too into this. My dick was standing tall again. More bad thoughts were in my head. I went for it. I grabbed Emily’s hips and flipped her over. I fell upon her thick derrière.

I’ve always been an arse man. It’s the part of a woman’s body that gets me the hottest, that speaks directly to some deep, primal part of me. And Emily had a fantastic rear, she was curved and full, she was firm and flawless, yet soft to the touch, with feminine jiggle.

I grasped her cheeks as I covered her in kisses, as I sucked on her. I pressed my face between them, I kissed down there, moving closer and closer to her arsehole.

I waited for Emily to stop me, to push me off her or to roll away, yet it didn’t happen. Emily let me. She gasped as I touched my lips to her pucker.

I loved licking pussy, but this really got into my head. Rimming a girl was better than almost anything, at least in my book. Rimming’s intimate, it’s sexy, it makes me feel bad, depraved and debauched. And from the sounds Emily made as I did so, she seemed extremely into it, too.

She moaned and shivered as I kissed her without taking my lips away from her butt, as I added my tongue to it. I slid two fingers back into her cunt to stroke across her g-spot as I licked Emily’s arse.

She was so relaxed, I was able to press my tongue right into her, I was able to properly tongue-fuck her butt. Emily made these feathered, panting, surprised noises as her arsehole flexed around my invading tongue.

I didn’t make her come that way, but by the time I sat up and rolled Emily back over, she was trembling, her eyes looked glazed.

“Fuck me,” Emily groaned.

“I don’t have any condoms,” I said.

“I don’t care. Fuck me.” Emily wrapped her legs around my waist. She grasped my dick with a hand. She pulled me to her, she eased my cock into her pussy herself.

I let it happen. I love that feeling, as you first go into a woman, that warm, slippery, enclosing pressure. We were both so horny, so uninhibited, we fucked quick and with fervour right away.

I kissed Emily, as I sucked on her tits, as I ploughed her. She ran her hands over me, she bucked and moaned and drove herself onto my dick.

I grasped her butt, I slid fingers back into her arse. I stroked my thumb over Emily’s clit as I drove into her, using the same tempo as my cock. Emily’s cunt tightened around me sublimely as she yelled, as she came for me again.

She rolled and reared as she climaxed and it was too much to take, it felt too good, it was too much seeing this beautiful young woman absolutely losing her mind as I fucked her.

“I’m going to come,” I groaned. I tried to pull out of her, but Emily kept her legs tight around me, she pulled me into her body, keeping my dick deep in her.

Emily tightened her thighs as I came, as I filled her pussy, as she yelped and shook, Emily made absolutely sure I didn’t leave her as we climaxed together.

We lay side by side in her bed afterwards, kissing lazily, talking about everything and nothing.

“That’s never happened to me before,” Emily said.

“What’s not?”

“I’ve never come with a guy.”

That took me by surprise. Even if she was so shy, from the way she’d sucked my dick, I’d assumed Emily had been pretty experienced. But Emily told me then that she’d only slept with two boyfriends before me, and that neither had been particularly interested in foreplay and licking pussy. Emily had only ever come by her own hand. She kept praising me, telling me how incredible that had been. 

My ability to make Emily orgasm so effortlessly kept her coming back for more and more the following months. Emily became a little obsessed with me, especially with the way I enthusiastically went down on her.

And the more I made her climax, the dirtier Emily got with me. As long as I made it feel good, she let me do whatever I wanted with her. Which led to some insane fucking, to sex I still think about today.