Out Of The Blue, Part 2. free porn video

Chapter Two.

I snuggled back into bed, but I was wide awake, so after a couple of minutes I got up. I pulled on my boxers and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Rachael’s door was closed, but I was sure I had heard her and thinking she couldn’t have slept through all that anyway, decided to make her a cup and a couple of bits of toast as well.

Ten minutes later, holding two cups of tea in one hand and a plate of toast with vegemite in the other hand, I headed over to Rachael’s door. I was slightly embarrassed about all the noise that Lynette and I had made. But she must have heard us at it before, and she had never made any comment.

I had to balance on one foot, use my knee to flick the door handle down, and stepped into her room, yelling, “Hands off cocks, feet in socks, breakfast is here.”

There was a flurry of activity from Rachael’s bed. I was watching that I did not spill the tea, but even though my eyes were not directly on the bed, a whole scene unfolded before my eyes and I don’t think I missed a thing. Rachael was obviously playing with herself as I entered. Her hands had whipped up from between her legs and dragged the covers up over her magnificent breasts.

She instantly went crimson and cried out, “Nooo, how embarrassing!”

Then squealed and tried to slip down and put her head under the covers. What also hit me at that moment was the fact that when Lynette and I got up, the bedroom door was partly open. I knew I had closed it when I came back from the toilet, and so I was pretty certain that Rachael must have opened it and been at the door watching us.

I took two strides to the bed, placed the tea and plate on her dresser, and then grabbed the covers where she was holding them.

“You sexy little wench, you’re playing with yourself,” I said, as I tried to pull the covers down a have a look at those magnificent tits again.

“I wasn’t,” she yelled, as she fought hard to keep me from moving the sheets away.

“Yes you were, and you were watching us before as well.”

She had no reply to this, just looked more embarrassed, if that was possible. And confirming what I had already deduced, she had been at the door watching me giving Lynette a good reaming up the ass. Wow that turned me on, so I started tickling her under her armpits, to get her to let go of the sheets.

But Rachael fought like a tiger, she wasn’t angry, just really embarrassed. But as a minute or so went by, it started to turn more into a game, and she was squealing and laughing as I gave my attention to more intimate areas, trying to get her to let her guard down. I wasn’t going to best her unless I used a lot more force and I didn’t want it to go that way.

So I suddenly leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips, she didn’t twist away and even started to respond, opening her mouth a little. But I had slipped my left hand down the bed and under the covers nearly at her feet, then grabbing top sheet, blanket and cover; I whipped them all up over her head. This actually worked much better than all my expectations. Rachael’s naked body was exposed right up to her tits; she had pulled her nice blue nighty right up to her neck and hadn’t had a chance to get it down again. What’s more, there was a small purple vibrator on the mattress that she immediately rolled on, to try and hide.

“You are a sexy little wench,” I said. “You even have a toy.”

As she pushed the covers off her face, I could see this had gone a bit far for her and no longer a game. So apologising, I moved up beside her, flicked the covers over the two of us and pulled her against me for a cuddle. This was pretty cool for me, as I only had on my boxers and she was effectively naked. Her warm smooth skin was pressed against me, but she was as stiff as a board.

“Hey relax; I’m not going to force you into anything. But you have me pretty aroused you know, seeing a woman playing with herself, is about the biggest turn on for any guy.”

“I’m embarrassed, I can’t be like this, and you shouldn’t be here, what about Lynette?” she spluttered.

“Well Lynette’s not here and you’ve gone and given me this,” I replied pushing my boner into her thigh. “So you are going to have to do something about it.”

“I can’t do that to Lynette.”

“Hey Lynette wants to have a threesome, and she didn’t believe you would ever go for it, so she has jacked up a couple of nurses. Me! I would be 100% happier if it was you, I’m not really interested in those nurses. So don’t be worried about what Lynette thinks, she will be overjoyed.”

Rachael, argued lots of other reasons why we shouldn’t do anything, but I slowly managed to close down every argument she raised, whilst cuddling her to me and massaging her back and neck. Let’s face it, she was pretty hot after all she had heard and seen, and in reality, had probably been fantasising about this happening.

When I could see that she was starting to warm to the idea and was responding to my gentle caresses around her shoulders and neck, I rolled her over onto me. I pulled her right leg over mine, which placed my right thigh up against her mound. My left hand slipped up onto her butt and I pulled her against my leg. Slowly she responded and eased her pussy into a favourable position, then gave some slow hip movements against my leg.

I noticed she was trying to roll her hip against my very hard cock, so I took her hand that was resting on my shoulder and pulled it down onto my cock. She resisted, but I could tell she was only being shy, so I didn’t relent and wrapped her fingers around it.

Rachael hid her face in my shoulder, but I felt her hand searching and squeezing around my shaft.

“Oh god, it’s so big,” she mumbled into my neck.

“Oh! So you’ve felt lots of others then?”

“No!” she exclaimed, lifting up and looking me in the eye.

I asked her how long she had watched us. She didn’t deny she had, but was much too embarrassed to speak about it. I finally got her to admit that she had woken up when I went to the toilet, and had gotten up and gone after me.

When she came out of the toilet, she could hear us at it, and had opened the door for a peek. She tried to give the impression she had just had a peek, but a couple of days later, she admitted she had watched until the end and Lynette jumping out of bed had caught her out. This is why she had raced back into her room and not shut our door.

I reached up with my hand and pulled her face to mine for our first real kiss. It was fantastic, electricity flowed and I couldn’t help a thought flitting through my mind – this is a lot better kiss than I have ever had with Lynette. But I kept this to myself.

We kissed for a bit, and then I started exploring her body. I started at her neck and nibbling on her ears, then moved to her breasts where I teased her nipples to stand up even harder than they already were. I pushed the covers back, and then moved down to her tummy, around her mound and down to her knees.

She kept trying to stop me as I touched upon spots that were sensitive, she was putting up a token resistance, but it was obvious she was getting turned on. She seemed to really like my attention to the hollow in the back of her knees, this was exciting for me, as I had to lift her leg up to get at it and it gave me a beautiful view of her cunt. Lowering one leg then lifting the other to get access, let me open her legs wider, by now there was little resistance.

I slid my hands up the inside of her thighs, moved them around her pussy, not touching it, but my thumbs dragged alongside her pussy lips pulling them apart. She was wet, this really turned me on, and I was so hard I could have punched a hole through a corrugated iron sheet.

I dipped my head down and ran my tongue up the length of her very wet, swollen slit. She arched her back and let out a long moan of pleasure. I continued to run my tongue all around her slit, every now and again pushing my tongue as deep into her as I could. Her hands went to the back of my head, pulling me against her and she thrust her hips up against me.

I could taste her warm sweet juices flowing, and used my tongue to push these up onto her clit and would swirl my tongue around it. Then pressing my lips against her clit, I gently started sucking on it. Rachael’s breathing became faster and shallower; I could feel her urgency growing. Her legs were opening wide then closing around my head; I knew she was very close to Cumming.

Wow! This was right out of the blue; I never in a million years had thought I would have my head between Rachael’s legs, her moaning and about to have an orgasm. Never ever!

As I was working Rachael towards an orgasm, I thought about her watching Lynette and I earlier, and so I slid two fingers into her slit, scooped up some of her juices and rubbed them around the little bud of her ass. Then with just one finger pressed against her anus, I increased the pressure till it slipped inside. That triggered her orgasm. Her whole body shivered, she lifted her hips high off the bed.

“Oh God, I’m cumminggg,” she moaned out loud.

I kept my fingers pressed hard up inside her and slurped up her juices, as she bucked wildly against my mouth.

When she calmed down, I moved up beside her and pulled her against me, feeling all of her body meld into mine. We kissed and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked her own juices from my tongue and ran her own tongue around my teeth and lips. I held the two fingers I had been using in her pussy, up to her lips; she took these in her mouth, and sucked them clean. None of this was remotely what I would have expected from the Rachael I had come to know over the last few weeks.

Rachael then reached down between our bodies and grabbed hold of my still very erect cock.

“Yes you have to do something about that now,” I said, wondering if she would give me a blow job.

But she had other ideas; she raised her right leg up over me and pulled my cock up against her slit. I knew this was not the best position for her first time. So I rolled her onto her back and moved up above her body. She was still holding onto me, and tried again guide me into her pussy.

Where the hell had that shy, awkward country girl gone, she wanted this very badly. I reached down took a hold of myself and slid my knob up around her clit and then down her slit right to her anus, then back to her clit again. As my knob slid past her opening, she would push herself against me, trying to get me inside her.

“Slow down, this will hurt; I will be as gentle as I can.”

She didn’t talk but kept trying to pull me in, and so I took a deep breath, positioned old Roger at the glory hole and slowly pushed into her. She did wince and a look of pain ran across her face, but I could feel little resistance at all.

Ahhh! Bliss as I sank into her warm, tight, very wet, accepting love hole. Once I was about halfway in, I stopped to let her adjust and get used to it. I leant forward and we kissed, then I felt her move away and then push against me. She hesitated then did it again, and again, and so I started meeting her thrusts with small thrusts of my own.

She was tight; her pussy seemed to be like a hand gripping me tightly. I knew very well that she was a virgin, yet there was no real resistance and she had no trouble taking my full length. In fact she was thrusting back at me just as hard as I was pushing myself into her.

I didn’t last very long which pissed me off, especially when I had already cum that morning. This usually makes my second orgasm much harder to achieve, but not today, I was so fucking turned on. She bucked around under me as I exploded and had a much milder orgasm this time. This had been one very active morning for me, looking over at her bedside clock; I saw that it was only 8:45 am.

Rachael started to cry.

“Oh hell, have I hurt you? I’m sorry, I got carried away; I could not help myself.”

I have quite a descent sized cock, not the largest by any means, but still quite a bit larger than average, around 8 inches. I had rammed this home quite forcefully towards the end.

“No,” she sobbed. “I’m happy; I never thought this was going to happen. It was fantastic; I just had a huge wash of emotions.”

“Are you sure I didn’t? It’s meant to really hurt the first time.”

“No, it was a little tender at first, but then it just felt so good, I don’t remember any pain.”

“What about now?” I asked.

“No. I’m okay. I can feel you have done it to me, but it doesn’t really hurt. Can we do it again?”

“Yes, but there is no way old Roger down there is going to stand up again for a little while. I’ll go and make you some breakfast.”

“No. I will make it for you.” And she rolled out of bed, pulled her nighty over her head, threw it on the end of the bed and walked out of the bedroom totally nude.

I lay there for a couple of minutes in amazement. Women are really strange sometimes. They act so timid and prudish for weeks and then like a switch flicks, they are walking around nude, without the least embarrassment. Most guys don’t seem to be like this, I guess there is so much pressure about the size of old Rodger the dodger, that we are scared to show it to anyone, in case it doesn’t conform.

I hopped out of bed, grabbed my boxers and headed for the bathroom, then into the kitchen. Rachael was cooking bacon and eggs, she had put on an apron, but other than that she was nude, bloody hell, she looked good.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. “Shit you look sexy in that, I don’t think I can wait for you to cook those.”

“Now you want to play. Too late, I’m really hungry,” she said.

So I left her alone and put the jug on for coffee and some bread in the toaster. I had to go back to her bedroom and get the cups; we had never gotten around to touching anything I had taken her earlier. While I was there I tidied the bed and slipped her vibrator into her top drawer, noting where I put it, as I had plans for this later. I remember thinking it a little strange that there was no blood on the sheets, but put this down to the fact she had been using the vibrator.

After we had eaten our breakfast, Rachael informed me she had to do their shopping and went and got dressed. When she came out of the bedroom she was dressed in a nice pink blouse and blue jeans.

“Oh no, no, no,” I said. “No jeans, you need to put on a skirt and you’re not wearing any knickers.”

I took her back into the bedroom, to see what she could wear, but she had nothing at all that suited.

“We really need to buy you some new clothes; these are all much to dull.”

I went into Lynette’s bedroom and looked through her wardrobe and drawers. The only thing I could find, that was going to fit Rachael, was a white wrap-round skirt, and it was fairly short. I took it back to Rachael and got her to put it on. It looked pretty dam good, but I had a real battle getting her to wear it with no panties. When I finally got them of her, she tried to put them in her purse, to take with her, but I held onto them and threw them back in her room as we left. As well as new clothes, we were going to have to buy underwear, all the items in her drawer, were very plain.

When we got in my car, she hopped in, but then straight away started to get out again. “I have to put some panties on, just getting in and out of the car; everyone is going to be able to see me.”

“No! Stay put, you are just going to have to be careful. Just wait, this is going to be really exciting, for you and especially for me.”

She finally succumbed and we headed down to the supermarket. We grabbed a trolley, and walked around picking up things from the list the girls had made during the week. Every time we got down the bottom of an isle and there was no-one behind us, I would flick up her skirt. This got a great reaction each time, she was mortified and told me to behave myself (Oh yeah, as if that was going to happen).

One isle, there was no-one behind us, and just one couple turned away from us at the other end of the isle. I grabbed both sides of the skirt and lifted it up above her waist. Rachael went ballistic and took a couple of swipes at me, but she was smiling so I guessed all was still okay.

Oh! If you could only have seen her, she looked so sexy standing there naked below the waist, such a beautiful arse and a snail trail of her own juices down the inside of each leg. She was just as aroused as I was.

The couple at the end of the isle spun around and looked at us, they didn’t see anything, I don’t think, as Rachael had that dress back down in an instant. But they knew something had happened and gave us a knowing look as we passed them. The woman gave me a real dirty look; I guess she was noting the age difference.

Driving back home, after we had the week’s supplies, I slipped my hand under her dress and massaged her inner thighs.

“Was that as exciting for you as it was for me?”

“Yes, I was excited, but really scared we would get caught. I couldn’t do that again,” she said.

Whilst she answered me, I slid my hand up onto her pussy; she grabbed my arm with both hands and tried to push my hand down near her knees.

“Someone will see,” she blurted out.

“How can anyone see? They can certainly see you bent over fighting against me. Just relax and sit up straight, no one will have a clue what is going on.”

She leant back in the seat, let go of my arm, but was certainly not relaxed. She swung her head around, looking at other cars and people walking down the street, to see if anyone was looking at her. I pulled her knee towards me and then started long slow strokes up her inner leg again.

Slowly I felt her relax, as she could see that no one was paying any attention to us. I started pausing at the top of each stroke and brushing the length of her pussy briefly, before continuing down her leg under her knee and then back up the other leg back to her mound. Her legs moved apart, I don’t think she had a lot of control of them, she just opened up wide. The next time I brushed against her mound and started to move away, she grabbed my hand and held it there.

It was such a fantastic sight, her opened up wide, naked below the waist. I wanted to feast my eyes on the spectacle, but had to only take glances and keep my eyes on the road. Oh for technology to be 50 years advanced, so I could have blinked my eyes and a camera mounted on sunglasses would have taken a high definition photo. I would be still looking at the photos today and masturbating, over them.

We were almost back at the flat, and I didn’t want this to stop, I was so fucking horny. So I drove around the block and headed for Wainui Beach, telling Rachael we were off on an adventure. She didn’t comment at on our change in direction, she was lost in the pleasure she was receiving.

I knew a good park-up spot at the beach, where I knew we would be all alone at this time of the day. It would have been a lot more comfortable back in her bed, but comfort was not on the agenda, I wanted to see her naked outdoors, something that has always tuned me on.

We hadn’t gone far, when Rachael started directing my fingers into her now very, very wet pussy. I pushed two fingers in as deep as I could get them, then out and down her slit to her ass, then back up to her clit and then easing the lips apart, pushed them fully to the hilt again.

Shit I was horny and now very hard again. I couldn’t wait to get to the beach; still a good 15 minutes away. We had to drive right down the main street of Gisborne, with all the Saturday shoppers about. I had to stop at a couple of the intersections for pedestrians, Rachael panicked, reached back and took the blanket from the back seat and put it in her lap, she was realising by now, that I wasn’t going to stop, even if we got caught.

At each intersection I had to change down a gear with my hand, elbow on the steering wheel to keep the car straight, and the same when I changed up through the gears again. But I never missed a beat with the other hand; slowly stroking two fingers into her very wet, very tight little pussy.

I glanced over at Rachael, she had her eyes squeezed shut, with a look of blissful concentration on her face. Fuck this was good; she’s seventeen, half my age, I just can’t believe my luck.

We had cleared the main drag, so there were now hardly any people walking beside the road out to Wainui. I pulled my hand away, took a hold of the blanket and flicked it over to the back seat, giving me back my view of Rachael’s wide open legs and wet pussy. I moved my fingers back onto her slit, but had to look at the road. No problem, Rachael took my hand and pulled my fingers back into her. This quite, shy, beautiful girl was so turned on, that she had finally overcome her ingrained inhibitions.

Finally we arrived at the beach. I got out, opened her door and taking the blanket, helped her over the style and onto the bank above the beach. We walked around behind some bushes that hid us from the road, where I laid the blanket out and lowered Rachael down. She pulled me down on top of her and we kissed.

“You’re terrible! We can’t do it here, we will get caught.”

“We should be okay, we will hear any car arriving,” I said, not really caring either way, I was so horny.

It was very early spring, so the only people coming to the beach would be those wanting to walk, and this was the wrong place on the beach to come for walking. There were some surfers out in the water, but they were a good 500 metres down the beach, so not really able to see much that was going on.

I slipped my hand back between her legs and ran my fingers up and down that gorgeous slit again. Soon she relaxed and lifted her knees up and spread them wide. With one hand I undid the buttons holding her skirt together and laid it flat on the blanket, leaving her naked below the waist. I don’t think she even noticed that I had exposed her; she didn’t react anyway.

I kept working at her, fingering her hole and ass with one hand, whilst applying pressure on her mound and flicking her clit with the other hand. When I had her moaning and arching her back, I stopped and undid the buttons on her blouse, then lifted her slightly, undid her bra and lifted it up freeing those wonderful tits.

One hand went back to her pouting pussy, the other I used to tease her nipples hard. I had my wish, picture her, effectively naked, on a bank above a beautiful surf beach in the early spring sunshine. Shit life is good sometimes.

When I sensed she was not far off cumming, I took one of her hands and moved it down to her mound, then pushed her fingers into her slit. She tried to resist, I knew she would be embarrassed to play with herself in front of me, but I used my hand to work her fingers around her soaked pussy. Once she settled into pleasuring herself, I let go and sat up, pulling my shorts and boxers down to my knees.

I sat there watching for a couple of minutes, working on her nipples one hand and taking in this beautiful picture, whilst I gave my cock some attention with my other hand. I looked up and down the beach, there was no one on it and the half dozen surfers did not seem to be aware of us at all.

Racheal was flat on her back, her legs were wide apart and she was working her fingers in and around her wide open pussy. I noticed her other hand was up at her mouth and she was lightly biting on her knuckles, with a nervous but blissful look on her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

I leant over and kissed her, then murmured in her ear, “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I kissed her again and then moved down and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, and then needing it with my lips and tongue. I moved a hand down and pushed it past hers and started fingering her, first with one finger, then two.

I would kiss her again, looking into her eyes, then move to her breasts again. I upped the pace with my fingers and really started thrusting them in and out. Her hips were bucking against my hand now. She kept lifting her head to watch what I was doing, but would be embarrassed and look away, each time I caught her looking.

“Do you want me now?” I asked

“Yesss! Pleassse, now, I neeed you,” she moaned.

And so I rolled over between her legs, took myself in hand and pointed my knob against her hot, wide open, wet hole. I hardly needed to push; she seemed to just suck me in. So much for being a virgin, again I felt no resistance at all.

Oh it was deliciously tight, but I saw not even a twitch of pain in her expression this time. She met my every thrust with one of her own, and I was not holding back this time. I sensed that I was not going to come, shit I was horny, but this was my fourth fuck in about 12 hours.

So instead of concentrating on my own pleasure, I moved up and down and moved side to side, looking for what was hitting the right spots for her. I lifted up and watched my thick long shaft sinking into her. Then lifted her head up and made her watch my shaft plunging in and out.

She came with a rush after only a dozen strokes or so, bucking and moaning how good it felt. I slowed down, and just eased into her with long slow strokes, watching to see if she could take any more. After a minute or two she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for a long passionate kiss, and kept meeting my thrusts with little pushes of her own.

It wasn’t long before I felt her getting aroused again; she moved both hands down, grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled me into her hard. Now I started feeling the urge rising in me, so I upped the tempo.

“Tell me if I am going too hard for you,” I whispered in her ear.

Rachael didn’t answer, but just pushed harder against my every thrust. She had given me her answer, her need was urgent, I could tell she was close to a second orgasm.

She wrapped her legs around the back of my arse and clamped on, bucking and grinding into me. I felt her come and that finally set me off, I don’t think there was a hell of a lot of cream left in the sack, but the feeling was bloody great. Again, I just held on to her and thoughts raced through my mind about how lucky I was to be experiencing the awakening of this beautiful young woman.

Finally, I rolled to one side, absolutely fucked. I propped myself up on one elbow and took in the incredible sight of Rachael lying there bared to the world. She sensed me looking at her and opened her eyes, I saw the realisation hit her straight away, that she was lying there exposed to anyone who chanced to walk by. She grabbed at her bra first and pulled it down over her breasts. Sitting up she asked me to fasten it for her.

Another stupid observation – how come women always cover their breasts when nude. I would have thought they would be much more concerned about someone seeing their snatch.

“Oh help!” she exclaimed, as she looked down and saw the mess we had made of Lynette’s skirt. “There’s blood on it, I need to get that soaking or it will never come out.”

I helped her to her feet, and as I pulled up my shorts, she wrapped the skirt around her and did up her blouse buttons. As we started back to the car, I could see the large wet patch of hers and my juices dead centre at the back of the dress. We climbed back over the style, walked to the car, where I got out a bottle of water and an empty plastic ice-cream container.

“We can soak the skirt in this.”

“What will I wear driving home?” she asked.

I got the blanket out of the car and wrapped it around her, for the drive home. She complained about it being itchy against her skin, but hopped into the front seat anyway.

When we got back to the flat, we had lunch. After lunch Rachael started getting amorous again, but I was knackered and very conscious that Lynette would be arriving home at 3:30 p.m. expecting some action. I seriously thought that I was unlikely to be able to get it up for another couple of days. And so I begged off and headed into Lynette’s room to get some shut-eye. Rachael came in and lay down beside me.

“Rachael, if you stay here I will never get any rest, and I’m buggered. I’m not in my teens any longer and you have nearly killed me.”

She looked hurt, and went to get up. I grabbed her and gave her a cuddle, and explained that it was not a rejection, but she should take it as a victory. I told her that no one had ever worn me out like this, it was up there as one of the best mornings of my life. She seemed to accept this and got up, saying she needed to do her weeks washing anyway. I got my head down, and was out like a light before I could start thinking thoughts of what had already happened that day. If I had let the day’s events enter my mind, I would never have slept.

I awoke to Rachael snuggling down beside me, slipping her hand down to hold my limp dick.

“Lynette will be home in half an hour, I’m worried about what we are going to tell her.”

“It will be okay,” I said.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell her.”

“Hey, I assure you she will not be upset. When we hear her car arrive, you go to your room and get something sexy on. I will talk to her and then come and get you.”

We had a cuddle and Rachael talked with me how nervous she was. Then I got up and dressed and we tidied up around the place. It suddenly ran through my mind that Lynette may bring Shane home. Fuck, how was I going to get around that one?

To be continued…