Part 1 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w6fx80/i_m_text_her_f_i_need_to_use_you/)
We walked back along the train carriage, she kept her head down to hide her cum stained, makeup ruined face. When we finally reached a seat with a table we sat opposite one another. My head was still swimming in a post orgasm brain fog. I noticed, not to my displeasure that she was running her tongue across her braces and seemed to be sucking the cum off them. It was about half an hour until we had to get off the train.
When my brain started to kick back into gear I noticed she was fidgiting and adjusting how she was sat. I looked at her and she tried to stop and smiled at me, but it wouldn’t hold, she soon reverted to shifting in her seat.
I asked her what was wrong and she looked at me blankly and muttered
“Nothing” I left her for another minute and she still couldn’t sit still,
“Are you wet?” I asked loud enough for the people sitting near us to hear. She glanced from side to side nervously then nodded.
“Say it” I commanded
“I’m wet” she whimpered.
“I can’t hear you” i replied in a sing song voice
“I’m really wet” she said louder, more assertively causing the woman across the aisle to look over at us.
“Let me taste it” I told her. She paused for a moment and I allowed it, the woman looking at us turned away (but, I noticed, kept a glancing eye on us), then, when she thought the coast was clear Emily unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand under her tights. The table obscured my view, but she let out a very faint audible moan as her fingers slipped across her pussy. Her hand reappeared and she started to redden as i took her wrist and guided her fingers into my mouth tasting her salty and sweet juices.
I nodded approval and she proceeded to rebutton her shorts. The rest of the journey passed quickly enough between bouts of small talk and lazy innuendoes. As we pulled into the station we were both ready to stretch our legs. My accommodation was around a ten minute walk from the station and we headed straight there.
So where I was living looked, from the outside, like a council estate. In fact in a past life it was. Red brick, thin walls, old windows. The university had bought the estate in the 80’s or the 90’s and converted the 4 two bedroom flats that made up each building into two four bedroom flats; one upstairs one down. I lived in one of the upstairs flats. Each flat had a kitchen, a toilet/bathroom, a shower room (just a shower) and the four bedrooms. Each with a single bed, a desk and a tiny en-suite with a toilet and a sink.
We arrived and I was starting to feel the blood flow back to my cock again. Our hands had been all over each other throughout the walk. Immediately after unlocking the front door i pushed her inside and against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. My tongue was immediately inside her mouth and hers in mine. I fumbled with the button of her shorts momentarily and my hand soon found it’s way inside and under her tights. I felt the lace of her underwear and my finger traced downwards along her slit, I heard her quiver as I did and enjoyed the slick wetness on my finger. I withdrew my hand and tasted her again before immediately pressing my tongue into her mouth, she moaned gently at the taste of herself and we broke apart.
Part of me was tempted to bend her over the stairs and take her there and then. Really tempted. But as much as I had no interest in pursuing a relationship with this girl I still felt like I owed her some vestige of ceremony, hell I owed it to myself after waiting so long to be inside her.
I took her by the hand, us both breathing heavily and led her to the end of the hall where my room lay. We must have stopped three or four times to kiss and fondle each other along the short hall way. By the time we reached my door I could feel my cock fully erect straining against my trousers. We kissed again, her back against my door. As I put my hand in my pocket to retrieve the key i noticed her squat down again and as it entered the lock she freed my straining member.
She peppered it with kisses before clumsily and cutely falling backwards as the door swung open. She was afit with giggles as I helped her up, my cock standing proud, protruding from my underwear. We kissed tenderly before I led her to the bed and sat down. After kicking off her shoes she looked at me expectantly
“Do, do you want me to undress for you?” she queried awash with excited nervous energy. I nodded, trying to appear aloof and hiding my own excitement.
It became apparent that she’d been preparing for this, she walked towards the window first, dramatically closing the curtains sticking her arse out as far as she could as she did, then sauntered in relative darkness towards the light switch which she flicked on. Glancing back across her shoulder she threw me her most seductive of looks (somehow enhanced by her already ruined makeup and the flecks of my dried cum which still littered her face). She strut back towards me, undoing the top two buttons of her coat as she did before stopping. She smiled a smug half smile and bent over and kissed me again, holding my chin in place as she did.
Taking a step back, still bent forward she revealed she had very little on under the thick coat. I could see her cleavage clearly and maybe the outline of a black bra. I opened my mouth to make a comment, but she moved a finger to her lips and I closed my mouth again. She stood up straight before turning around. I noticed the effort she put in to sticking her ass out again and I took the moment to admire it before the black coat fell to the floor.
My eyes raised as I took in her back. Scattered beauty spots adorned it and I noticed that yes, there was a black bra, lace, there. She waited for a moment, teasing me before turning round. The bra was a half cup, and offered very little lift, then again her perky young tits didn’t need much lift. The top of her large peach coloured nipples could just about be seen poking through the top of the bra. She let me survey her for a moment, girlishly moving from side to side a wide grin on her face.
Her eyes glanced downwards to my still exposed cock, I’d begun idly rubbing it, not fully stroking it just teasing the head. She walked back towards me and again bent low giving me that amazing view of her plump perky breasts. She took my hand in hers and teased my fingers around the head of my cock, coating my index finger in my precum before lifting it to her lips. She sucked my finger for a second before whispering
“Tastes like you like me” I nodded and she stepped backwards again.
Her hands travelled to her waste and she drew her fingers past the button of her shorts i’d already undone. She undid the further three and then pulled them down, stepping out of them. Her tights were next. They were thick and woolen (it was winter afterall) and completely obscured the view of her panties that i had felt earlier. I remember my mind wondering absently if they would match the bra. As her thumbs went under the waist of them I heard myself say
“Turn around” I almost felt bad, given how much effort she’d clearly put into this routine, to take over again. Then again I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about who was in charge.
If she was affronted or taken aback by my command, it barely showed. She looked clumsy again for a moment as she considered how to make this deviation sexy, but somehow that added to the performance. She swayed again from side to side before doing a sort of little hop so her arse was now facing me. She looked over her shoulder again and winked (well, tried to wink) as she began lowering her tights, revealing finally, the black lace.
She pushed her arse out further and further as the tights fell lower and lower down her legs. The black panties did indeed match the bra. They covered about half her arse, not quite a thong, but definitely not a full pant. The lace pattern I could see was a sort of intricate floral pattern. As she pushed her butt closer and closer to me i leaned forward. When it was close enough I removed my hand from my cock and grabbed her by the hips. She stepped out of the tights fully. I presented each of her arse cheeks with a kiss causing her to giggle girlishly.
My hands still on her waist she backed slowly towards me, straightening up as she did. When she was stood fully she turned to face me. My hands moved from her waist round to her ass and I groped her roughly. She pushed further towards me and her midriff was in my face. I kissed it gently at first and then as I moved further and further down her body more and more roughly.
At the top of her underwear I paused and took in the scent of her pussy. I bent lower still and laid a gentle kiss just above her lips. I felt her press further towards me and I kissed lower still, feeling to moist fabric on my lips and tasting her wetness. She moaned loudly at this before backing away.
“What do you think?” she asked when she was a few feet away.
“I think you should be naked” was my cold reply. I realised afterwards that she probably wanted me to pay more attention to her underwear, that she’d worn it, possibly even bought it especially, and it was nice, it really worked for her, highlighted all of her best curves. I just didn’t care though. She wasn’t there for me to be nice to, I’d made that clear, she was there for me to fuck. I wanted her body and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
She bit her lip and bent her arms behind her back, it took a moment and then her bra unclasped. It fell to the floor and her arms moved immediately to her panties, she lowered them maintaining eye contact all the while.
When she stood proud again I realised that this was the first time I’d ever seen her fully naked. I’d probably seen every part of her in our earlier adventures, but never all at once. She was very short, maybe just over five feet tall with shoulder length ginger hair that, as I’ve said, she’d put in twin plaits. While not stunning she was pretty and heavily freckled even in deep winter. Her body was slim with some last spots of teenage puppy fat. Her breasts were surprisingly plump and heavy, but still pert. They were more pointed than you’d expect and her nipples were large and an orange/peach colour. She’d trimmed her pubic hair very short, but you could still make out the strawberry blonde colour of it, slightly lighter than the hair on her head. It made me happy she hadn’t shaved it bald, she knew I liked the novelty of her ginger pussy hair. Her pussy itself was very tidy.
“Turn around” I commanded and began undressing myself when her back was turned (to this day I can’t think of a way for a man to undress sexily, so I try to distract my partners while I do). Once my shirt had vacated I admired her back. It was spotted with beauty sports. You could make out the red indentation where her bra had been and on the base of her neck she had a tattoo. Some numbers or a date or something like that. Her arse looked smaller without the panties and in truth she had a bit of a boy-butt. It wasn’t unappealing, just very small.
She started to turn back towards me but I wasn’t done inspecting her behind.
“Don’t!” I commanded
“Don’t?” she queried
“Don’t turn around yet” I replied. I’d managed to jettison my trousers and was sitting only in my boxer shorts, my cock standing free through them. She turned so her back was fully away from me and I caught her peeking at me momentarily. I allowed it. I admired her for a second more.
“Bend over” I said asked and I heard her giggle and start to bend forwards. She stood slightly bent, her hands braced against my desk and gave her butt a little jiggle.
“Lower” I ordered and she widened her legs before taking a step backwards. I could see she was holding her arse together.
We’d never really discussed anything involving anal before, I had no real idea if her arse had been fucked before, if she wanted to try anal, if it scared her, if she enjoyed being rimmed, literally nothing to do with arseholes had been discussed. Seeing her there, hiding her arsehole from me, made me decide that her arse was getting fucked. Not immediately, no I wanted her pussy first, but she wasn’t going home without me exploring her guts.
“Emily” I said “Stop hiding your arsehole from me”. There was a change in the energy and I knew a line was about to be crossed. The fun seemed to disappear momentarily, replaced by a nervous energy and I held my breath. I saw her fidget as she struggled to relax, it was against her nature and I knew to have patience.
Slowly her cheeks started to part and I got my first glimpse of her puckered hole. I can’t claim to have been an anal sex expert, I probably still can’t. I’d had anal sex once before and it wasn’t great, a drunken fumble with an ex-girlfriend and neither of us knew what we were doing. That being said I felt my cock somehow harden even more at the button sized entrance I was presented with. I licked my lips and decided to push my luck as far as it could go
“Put your head on the desk and pull your arse open for me” again, I could sense her nervousness, this time she whimpered
“But i’ve never…” There was my answer, she was an anal virgin, and I’d decided to take that from her. She gritted her teeth (at least, in my mind she did, I couldn’t see her face) and placed her head on the desk as I’d demanded.
Her hands were shaking as they slid along her sides. From where her head was she could see me and I took the opportunity to stand and remove my underwear. When her hands were at her hips i fell to my knees and again kissed her ass cheeks liberally. I kissed the inside of her thighs tasting her grool as it slid liberally from her pussy. I finally kissed her pussy itself, tenderly in places and roughly in others causing a mixture of gasps and moans. Afterwards I stood and then sat back on the bed and noted her hands wern’t shaking anymore.
“Now” I calmly demanded and her hands gribbed her buttocks before pulling them apart gently.
The effect was somehow disarming and underwhelming. Her tiny butt didn’t allow me much more of a view of her asshole, but her willingness to expose herself like this to me sent shockwaves through me. I thought for a second I may cum just from looking at her. If I were more in control of myself I would have taken an album of photos of this cute little thing presenting herself to me like this. I stared in awe and amazement for a moment, fully stroking my cock before coming back to my senses.
“Good” I said “You can stand now”. I saw she smiled as she stood and when she faced me again she asked
“Did you like it?” I nodded before patting my knee indicating for her to sit and saying
“We need to have a little talk”
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