Now Mary was not Amish, nor was she american. We were on the other side of the pond. In fact she probably never heard of the word before but unbeknownst to her I met her day 7 of her rumspringa.
Mary was an enigma. Thin and elegant, dressed nearly always in black and in high end professional attire. 30, 5ft 7”ish with pitch black hair and sallow skin. Small breasts and a firm and fit runners ass. People would describe her as “Lovely, Quiet, Nice and a lady”. You would never guess that she was 10 years older than myself. To the public world she was perceived as shy and reserved. Looks-wise she is nearly identical to Audrey tautou.
She had recently returned from living abroad to care for her mother after her father had passed suddenly. She was also engaged to a partner in that land but was living apart for a year while she helped her family transition. Her future was mapped, a nice and happy life awaited her.
On the night we met she was looking to hook up and get a release from the banality of life. Jilling was just not something that she did or had ever considered apparently; coming from a deep religious and purist background. She would only go out with friends who all knew she was engaged so she never got the opportunity. The frustration kept building and building until one night after leaving her friends and waiting for a taxi at a stand she got talking to a polite and apparently funny foreign exchange student and decided to propositioned him.
Just as we were next reached the top of the taxi queue she asked me if I would like to come to her house for a night cap. Before her stop we were making out.
She invited me in but made it very clear from the start that she wouldn’t sleep with me but she let me choose what I would have her do (within reason) on the condition that I make her cum first. Well as it happened, I had a newly discovered kink that I was interested in exploring so i figured I had nothing to lose and I asked her to make herself cum while I watched.Two birds one stone.
She went crimson and told me that she never jilled and, naive as you might think it sounds, I believed her. She lamented on my request and her curiosity grew. She would tell me later than she would never have explored this unless I had mentioned it but then figured why not. She would never have to see me again if she didn’t want to. We barely knew each others names at this point.
That night she let go, giving herself the most explosive orgasms she had ever had and also found out 3 things about herself for the first time:
1. She really really loved to be watched and seeing others aroused by her.
2. She loved her ass being rimmed with fingers.
3. When you play with her hole, she squirts and had orgasms that rock her to her core. The full convulsion kit. She was complete jelly afterwards, breathless and speechless.
We stumbled on this rimming kink accidentally. She nor I had never tried this before but while watching her jill, I slid my hand up her leg and she raised her ass off the bed. I thought she wanted me to play with her ass but as it turned out she was just getting ready to cum. By the time I started to play with her hole, she was approaching the point and was thinking
‘Hmm where is he going, Oh no, I am not sure about that’.
She was about to have an explosive orgasm so she decided to deal with it when the orgasm passed but to her surprise, instead the stimulation kept her having rolling orgasms and she squirted for the first time. Once that door was opened it was never closed again.
Over the next 2 months, we continued to explore this kink. This was never mentioned or discussed. For foreplay, we always started by grinding. My hand would find my way to her lower back. I would let my finger linger there and I would always make her ass find my fingers. As my fingers lingered along her lower spine, she would thrust her ass forward searching for contact.
Every time, before I would enter her, She would cum heavily from that dance alone.
It started off with just jilling for me in her bedroom but soon her appetite became insatiable. She would do it everywhere she could when we were together, . If we were at the movies she would be jilling, at dinner, and in bars .
One night, we went to meet a friend of hers in a gay bar in town. On route the friend cancelled but we decided to go ahead. We weren’t in the bar 5 minutes until she dragged me to the dance floor. We danced, grinded and monologued the vilest of intentions to each other when all of a sudden my eyes connected to a familiar face.
Ebba was an ex. Cute, tall thin with voluptuous full boobs. We had hooked a couple of times, fun but very casual as we were both with other people.
Our eyes met while she was devouring another girl on the dance floor.I had no idea at this point that she was bi. We kind of stared at each other in surprise for so long that our other halves needed to be introducced and they came over to say hello and soon we were pulled into their table and group.
Much dancing was done by the girls, but what turned out to be the pinnacle of the night was an all girl sandwich with Mary in the middle between Ebba and her date. They really worked her. By the second song, Mary had her head rolled back resting on Ebba’s shoulder while Ebba swayed their bodies in unison with her friend , breathing on Marys neck with Ebba’s date scissor-grinding into Mary’s mound.
It was one of the most erotica things I’d had ever seen. I could tell Mary was on another level. She couldn’t speak on her return.
I nodded to the door and she nodded in agreement. She got her stuff together and went for the door, only glancing and smiling at Ebba. I said my goodbyes and left.
We were straight into a taxi and were lucky to get a taxi driver too busy to converse as he was on the phone chatting loudly in another language. Underwear was discreetly dispensed with and she pulled my jacket over her. To anyone looking it appeared as if she was snuggling into me. Under the cover she was finger fucking herself into oblivion while I was pressing my middle finger into her ass.
A few minutes in and my phone rang. It was Ebba. She was feeling terrible that she may have overstepped the mark on the dance floor she rang to apologize. I told her not to worry and that in fact it was quite the opposite. I held the phone in close to Mary as she narrated Ebba through the most intense orgasm she had ever had,
That night Mary fucked the life out of me. It is really the only way to say it. She was so aggressive and animalistic. I was nothing to her but a tool, a step . Unable to quench the desire . Every orgasm she had, took a shattering toll on her body but it seemed as if no matter how many she had, there was still that ultimate one that eluded her. Even after I came she rocked, grinded and clawed until she exhausted herself and even then continued to jill after I was of no use.
She eventually collapsed in a pool of sweat and fluid, giggling in an erotica haze as she let her fingers trial her breasts and mound, slowly bringing her back.
In the morning I woke to the sound of Mary in the shower. As she left for work, we kissed and she promised depravities onto each other when she returned. A few hours later, I went to my phone and seen that there was a message from Ebba. “Play this for Mary”.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f47iu1/rumspringa_part_1ffm
What did ebba wanna Let here hear?