I kissed down her flat belly, swirling my tongue through her silky pubic hair, once again savouring the soft and downy texture, the feel of the fine hairs on my tongue, before moving between her thighs and sliding my hands under her to lift her pelvis up to my face, enjoying the feel of her firm taut buttocks flexing as she dug her heels into the bed.
I moved in close, inhaling her scent, rich and warm, tangy and fresh, overtones of musk and shower soap, enticing and sexy. I began lapping at her labia, running my tongue up the centre line of her lips, feeling them flower open under my tongue, feeling her clitoris hardening as I rubbed it with the tip of my tongue. Sai quivered and groaned every time I did so, pulling my head closer to do it again.
I lapped at her whole crotch area, tickling her perineum with my tongue-tip, making her jump, and licking and stabbing at her rosebud, the little pink star quivering when I licked and then blew on it, making her jump and moan softly. I bored in with the tip of my tongue, pushing it into her anus as far as I could, rimming her and making her groan and sigh “So good…. oh God, so good….. Oh!”
She was breathing faster now, as I removed my tongue from her anus and slipped it back into her wetness, pushing my tongue in as far as I could, and then rubbing it against her clitoris, being careful not to rub too hard. Her thighs were flexing and jumping now, and her groaning was increasing in pitch and frequency as she built to her climax.
She came with shattering intensity, her thighs clamping around my head as her pelvis humped against my mouth, pushing herself even further on to me, her whistling groan of release loud and prolonged as her pussy pulsed under my tongue, her juices flowing, enough to coat my chin and neck.
At last, she came down, her eyes closed, chest still rising and falling rapidly, but I could feel the pulse in her thighs slowing. She finally opened her eyes, to look into mine and smile.
“Bloody Hell, Harry, I am definitely keeping you! Where the hell did you learn to do that? You never mentioned any girlfriends, so who taught you how to carpet-munch so well?”
I moved over her, positioning myself, Sai reaching down to guide me, whispering “Slowly, remember?” I slid into her in one long, slow thrust, Sai arching her back as I went in, lifting up to meet me as I began slowly thrusting in and out, then pulling my head down to kiss me as I pumped. I lowered down to my elbows, sliding my hands under the small of her back, pushing her breasts up to where I could suck and gently bite her sexy brownish-pink nipples, both standing up and stiff like two little fingertips.
Sai again began to sigh and moan, whispering “Harder, yes, yes, harder… yes… yes… Harry… yes…,” on and on, her voice speeding up as I pumped harder, needing to come inside this beautiful girl, wanting to flood her with my spunk.
Her voice got louder and louder as I sped-up, until she was almost shouting as I hammered into her, until, with a loud groan, she climaxed again, the ripples and suctioning of her vaginal walls bringing me on until I came with a heartfelt groan, shooting jet after jet of hot spunk into her, the rippling, squeezing contractions in her tight pussy making me come like gangbusters, shooting over and over again.
I slumped over, drained, muscles quivering in stress reaction, Sai pulling herself up close to me, her arm around my chest, her lips at my ear as she nibbled and kissed my face.
“Thank you Harry, you’ve certainly lived-up to all my favourite wank-fantasies!”
I had to laugh, she was incorrigible, but oh, so sexy!
As we lay there recovering, Sai Fong looked up at me in that way she had.
“So Harry, you never answered my question. Who, when and where?”
I smiled down at her, my hands jiggling her taut little bottom as we talked.
“There was this one girl, last year, it was a short-term thing. I never mentioned her because she was sort of in-between visits home. She liked sex, but she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night; hence, the oral thing. She actually taught me a lot. We ate a lot, but never actually got to the main course, if you know what I mean.”
Sai was nodding.
“Poor you, it must have been like reading about steak, cooking a steak, but never actually biting into one!”
I was impressed. I had to remind myself that under all that flirting and wilfulness and other nonsense lurked a fine brain.
I continued.
“So tell me Sai Fong Waterfield, with all this insight into human psycho-sexual interaction, why were you never tempted to try out a few of the local lads who followed you around so relentlessly? Surely one out of all of them might have been a reasonable prospect?”
Sai snorted.
“The only way I would sleep with any of those spotty reptiles would be after I’m dead, and not even then. I had a plan, you see, I stuck to it and it worked, so here we are. QED. Speaking of locals, did you know you were the main wank-fantasy for most of the girls I know? We’d sit around talking guys, and one of them would mention you, and half of them would go off in silent raptures, dreamy-eyed the whole bit. It was disgusting, really, I mean, my brother…!”
Sai went on, eyes twinkling.
“When I told them that you used to sit on my bed and read to me until I fell asleep, then tuck me in and kiss me goodnight, half of them flooded their panties there and then and had to leave in a hurry, squelching as they ran, to go and ‘take care’ of themselves in the nearest toilets! That place was a sink of Oestrogen at the best of times, and you just stirred it up no end!”
I was reddening; this is not the kind of stuff I was prepared to hear blurted out.
Sai giggled happily, her eyes dancing.
“Harry, you’re blushing! How precious are you! Most of my friends would have wet themselves if you’d even said ‘hello’ to them, and if you’d asked one out, she would keel over with a coronary, I swear! Luckily I got to you before any of those sleazy tarts got their hooks in you.”
I was more than a little confused hearing this. I’d noticed that Sai Fong’s friends would go silent when I was around; I just put that down to normal teenage girl shyness around boys, but this…
Sai was watching me closely and suddenly giggled.
“You utter pervert, you were actually thinking about… oh yuck, don’t touch me, aakk!” She made exaggerated retching noises, then grinned at me, eyes twinkling.
“I was not!” I shot back, grinning back at her, “I was just remembering all those sudden silences whenever any of your giggling-ninny girlfriends came over and I was there. It all makes sense, now. Only thing I don’t understand…”
Sai looked at me. “Go on”, so I did.
“Why me, why are they fixating on me, after all, it’s not like I, y’know, tried anything with any of them or anything like that….” I trailed off, Sai’s eyes lighting up with amusement.
“Harry, dear, sweet, innocent Harry, they all get tongue-tied and red-faced around you because you’re gorgeous!” Gorgeous?
Sai went on. “I mean Harry, when I look at you, I see my lovely, sweet, tall, considerate, handsome big brother. What they see is six-feet of rugby-playing beef with brains, with an arse you could bounce bullets off, big soulful hazel eyes, long sexy eyelashes, and cheekbones like razor-blades, man-child a la supreme, what’s not to like?”
Now I was blushing again. Sai’s description of me had me mentally squirming, but a thought struck.
“So if I’m so ‘gorgeous’ why do I not have a girlfriend, why is it so hard for me to connect with girls? Answer me that, Miss Smart Knickers!”
Sai gave a sigh.
“Harry, you don’t connect because you don’t try. Half the girls in Shropshire have been throwing themselves at you for years; you’re just too busy being nice to notice. Any one of the girls I know would gladly trip you up and be under you before you hit the floor. Most cute guys are little shits, because they know they’re cute; girls are just scalps for them, something to boast about. You have no idea how truly attractive you are, because you’re such a nice bloke; I’m telling you, I know at least ten girls I could call right now and they’d be here inside ten minutes, stripped-down, knickers off, lubed-up and panting! And what do you mean ‘no girlfriend’? What am I if not your de facto girlfriend?”
She emphasised that with a quick flick of my little man that nearly flipped me off the bed and onto the ceiling.
“OWWW, Shit! Sai, that was uncalled for!” I complained. Sai was not in the least bit concerned at my suffering.
“Shut up Harry, you come home with broken ribs, broken noses, broken wrists, black eyes, stitches and great gaping, sucking wounds after some stupid macho rugby tournament, so a little ginger-flick on your knob is barely a love tap, grow up! I just emphasised what it means to discount me, I hope you’ve taken an appropriate note-to-self for future reference, yes?”
I had.
She slid closer to me, pulling my head down to hers, to plant a very stimulating kiss on my lips, her hands sliding around me to hold on as I kissed her back, feeling my cock hardening again, a fact Sai was quick to take advantage of.
“Ooooh Harry, what do we have here, is it for me?” she cooed, batting her eyelids and grinning, hand snaking down to encircle and squeeze my cock, then slowly pump.
I closed my eyes, the sensation was really very pleasurable, and I savoured it for a moment before returning the favour, sliding my hand down to her mons, rubbing gently at the top of her slit, tickling and rubbing the hood of her clitoris, making her gasp and grin.