Our lucidity returned and we realised we were not alone. From behind the shelves at the bottom of the steps we heard others arriving to ascend the steps. We were not un-discoverable and a keen eye could see us from the street. Perhaps they already had?
I grabbed her arm and we rushed onto a nearby dirt track that ran behind a row of thatch roofed shops selling trinkets and cans of coke. After 15 metres the track spilt in two and we took the path headed up the hill into the dry and dusty wood that covered the site. After 50 metres we came across an out house that accompanied a water tank. Only the hum from the generator told us that the place was still used. We were alone.
My dick was throbbing hard and I needed satisfaction. I took her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. I motioned for her to undo my belt and trousers. My cock strained against the fabric. My trousers fell and all that remained were my boxer shorts. They were tight fitting and white. There was a large patch of pre-cum visible. She began to pull down the shorts. My erect cock was held downwards like a coiled spring waiting for the last bit of fabric to pass over the tip and release it. I pulled her head to one side of my cock, flush against my thigh and facing the still unreleased dick. From that perspective my cock finally sprung loose like a Jack-in-a-box. Again her intake of breath was audible. I did not have to move her to action. She began kissing the base of my shaft.
She did not know precisely what to do but she had clearly taken inspiration from the enthusiastic way I had eaten her out minutes before. She started gently enough but when I pulled my dick flush against my belly, exposing my balls, she went pretty hard for a first timer. I flinched but she didn't care and began greedily licking, sucking and pulling on my balls. I used two fingers to squeeze the pre cum building inside my dick up and along the shaft and out of the head. Enough had built up now that a couple of drops fell from the tip and onto my partner's chin in long, stringy gloops of see-through liquid.
She followed the sweetly salty strings of pre cum up my shaft and began to kiss the tip. She started wanking my shaft and her kisses began to envelope the head. I could feel her tongue beginning to explore the contours of the tip.
At this point I removed her hands from the shaft. She looked up and I stared intently at her as I placed both of my hands behind her ears and began to gently pull her down my shaft. She kept her lips sealed around me and each time that I pulled her head back towards the tip her tongue went into action lashing at the pulsing head. With each stroke I pulled her further down the shaft. At about the mid point we reached the farthest she could go without engaging her gag reflex. There we stayed for a minute but I'd noticed that she was now breathing comfortably through her nose and not removing her lips from the shaft for a second.
As her confidence grew she looked up at me with clear eyes and I saw in her expression a determination to push on. I removed my hands from her head. If she was going to do this I was going to let her control the depth. She moved along the shaft and reached halfway. Her eyes winced a little but she closed them and pushed against the resistance towards the back of her throat.
Her head shot backwards with a reflexive gulping motion. Her gag reflex had kicked in. I let out a small laugh and she smiled herself. Without delay she took my cock in her mouth again and pushed herself down the shaft to the same point. This time she fought the reflex to pull away and instead I heard a big intake of breath through her nose. She was steeling herself for more.
My moans encouraged her. With each thrust that went deeper I began to feel the narrowing of her throat. Every centimetre more was intoxicating. Before long I could feel my dick reaching the back of her throat and my moans implored her for more. She was thrusting her head back and forth at some speed by this point. Finally she pushed through the barrier at the back of her throat and held me there. My engorged shaft disappeared completely and she pulled back and forth in a shallow but forceful motion, fucking my dick with the depths of her throat. Her lack of make up meant that she was not as dishevelled as other girls who I had enjoyed throating my dick.
I wanted to finish there and then but I knew I had to take the chance to fuck this girl.
I sat her on a low wall, lifted up her left leg, pulled her robes to the side and pressed my cock against her pussy lips. Entering her was like nothing before. Pushing against her lips I got the first sense of the warmth and wetness inside her. Her lips caressed the side of the head like a soft kiss. At the moment where I entered her I felt a sucking sensation, I looked up to see her eyes dancing behind her eyelids. I pushed and reached heavy resistance when my shaft was about to enter her. I wasn't sure if she could take my girth but she grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her with one deep thrust. I felt the depths of her. She grinded against me with my full length inside of her. She braced herself with one hand behind my neck and the other out along the wall for balance. She rolled her hips as I pulled back and plunged deeply into her over and over.
I pulled at her upper robes and exposed her tits. Beneath the folds they had looked no more than a C cup but in the light of day they were pushing a D cup. They were free, there was no support bra, they hung down as any full breast should and slightly outwards. I was mesmerised by their motion, rolling in circles counter to one another and meeting in the middle at the top of our thrusts with a light clap. She had medium sized areolas but they were gorgeously pimpled. Her nipples were large and slightly downward facing. I loved these hidden gems and doubled over to take both of them in turn in my mouth. Playing with her nipples gently between my teeth, sucking and gorging on their fullness.
I spun her around so that she was bent over the low wall and began fucking her from behind. I'd noticed how she seemed to enjoy it earlier when I had briefly explored her asshole with my tongue. I figured that it was all new to her and she was just going with what felt good as opposed to what she had been told was right or proper. As I fucked her pussy from behind I massaged her asshole with my fingers, watching as it expanded and contracted with my thrusts inside her. She was leaning further and further over the wall, giving herself entirely to the moment. Her asshole relaxed as her pussy spasmed and her legs again buckled. This time the wall caught her weight as I continued to thrust into her contracting pussy.
The feeling of her cumming was too much and I let out a groan that told her I was close myself. After her orgasm some lucidity returned to her and she looked over her shoulder and shook her head telling me not to cum inside her. Instead, she reached back and grabbed my shaft, pulled it from inside her and slid it upwards towards her asshole and began rubbing it against her ring, using the pussy juices as lube and even pushing back slightly so that the tip pressed against her asshole. There was no time to push inside her and I started to fire hot ropes of cum up the small of her back as she continued to massage the head against her asshole. With each pulse the amount of cum reduced but it's thickness increased and by the end there was a translucent layer of cum shimmering in the light over her ass and long, white ribbons of sperm-filled spunk stretched up her back.
I blinked hard like a man coming round from unconsciousness. She pulled down her robes, covered herself and splashed her face with water from a bucket propped against the side of the building.
She placed her hands together, bowed her head slightly and walked away down the path towards the pagoda steps and her continuing life as a Bhikkhuni.
I wondered if I had corrupted her or she me.
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