Soon her thigh began to curve inwards again. He felt the shape, enjoying the feeling of knowing what was coming next. Her thigh would continue to curve inwards until its most sensitive point, right at the top, where it met the skin around her pussy. He slowly let his fingertips drift up the curve of her thigh until he nearly reached that point.
He paused, relishing where his hand was, and what he was about to do with it. They carried on kissing rhythmically, with renewed energy, both knowing what was going to happen next.
Jide waited as long as he could bear, then slowly detached a finger from Onyi’s thigh. He moved it slowly through open air, just a few millimeters until he felt fabric. Her underwear. He slid his hand in a little more until his finger was nestled in the crotch of her G-string. It was narrow here with thin fabric between. He felt the edges curl around his fingertip as he applied slight pressure. Gently, he started stroking her pussy through the material.
Fireworks went off in his head as the moment caught up with him. He had crossed a line now, a line he was only supposed to cross with his wife, and a line Onyi had never crossed with anyone. They stopped kissing, and Jide looked at Onyi while he gently rubbed his finger up and down, lightly massaging her pussy through her panties. She had her eyes closed, ecstatic.
Jide felt a sway of emotions. Nobody had ever touched her there before, and she had permitted him – chosen him – to be the first. How many times had he fantasized about this? Here he was with his hand up her skirt, rubbing her pussy through her underwear.
From here, anything could happen. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, then put her hands behind her and leaned back. She seemed happy, content, as if there was nowhere she would rather be, no one she would rather be with, and nothing she would rather be doing. She closed her eyes once more.
Jide focused on the feelings in his finger. He could feel the two edges of the G-string curling snugly around his fingertip, slightly chafing him as his finger slid in the groove they formed. The fabric between them had initially felt rough against his skin too, but as he moved it up and down it was becoming slick.
Onyi was getting the material wet, almost slimy. He pressed a little harder with his finger. The flesh below gave way and the fabric slipped easily between her pussy lips, oiled by her juices. He heard her quietly gasp.
With the material hugging his finger like this, he couldn’t feel her directly yet, but he knew now there would be no need to remove her panties just yet – he could just slip his finger under the fabric and he would be inside her pussy lips, feeling her wetness. She had chosen her outfit well – the G-string offered no defense at all.
Jide watched Onyi’s glowing face as he moved his finger to the edge of the G-string. He rolled his fingertip to the edge and around to the other side. Slowly, inches by inches, he moved his finger inwards, his fingernail sliding against the inside of the G-string until the tip suddenly felt very warm, and very wet. Jide gave out a long low moan of satisfaction. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and finally, he was here.
His finger was inside her pussy lips, sliding in her juices, and she was even wetter than he had imagined. He started running his fingertip around, hardly moving, sliding motionlessly just a few millimeters up and down each time. Onyi’s mouth fell open slightly and she moaned, quietly and calmly.
He watched her quietly whimpering, with her head back and her eyes closed. She looked so beautiful, and her gentle moans made him feel so good inside. He felt his dick twitch. It was pressing hard against the inside of his jeans now and he could feel that he was soaking his clothes in his own precum. A large dark area was showing on his trouser leg. He had never been so turned on in his life.
Jide shifted his hand and turned his finger downwards so the whole length could slide through Onyi’s wet pussy. He bent his fingertip so it pressed inwards against her warm slippery flesh, then he gently slid his finger down until he felt the slight dip at the entrance of her pussy. No one had ever put a finger inside there, except Onyi herself.
He applied gentle pressure and bent his fingertip, pushing the soft part of his finger against Onyi’s virgin hole. Time seemed to stop; he felt every sensation as her pussy gradually yielded to the pressure, his fingertip slowly pushing the sides apart.
He was still on the outside; the wetness was only on the pad of his finger so far. As he pushed slowly inwards, the wetness spread further. He curled his finger more and felt the end of his fingertip go inside her, then a little more and his fingernail was sliding against her wet vagina. Then he gently pushed, and the end of his finger slipped inside her, up to the first knuckle.
Onyi opened her eyes and looked at him with a serious, lustful expression as she gave out a deep moan of sexual relief. Jide was hopelessly turned on. He could feel the wetness streaming out of his dick; there was no stopping that now. This had gone well beyond fantasy. He had his finger inside her soaking wet pussy.
He had fantasized about this so many times. He had wanked himself off every night thinking about fingering her. She would be behind the bar at the rehearsal room and he would be to one side of her. They would both be talking to someone else, but while they talked, Jide would sneak his hand up her skirt – behind the bar so no one could see. And then he make her cum while she bit her lip to stop herself from making any noise.
Or, he would drag her into an empty dressing room at the theatre, sit her on the dressing table, lift her skirt, rip her panties off and then finger her until she came – then send her off to the stage with no panties on, and her own cum dripping down her thighs. When he had those fantasies, he had never dreamed they would come true. They flashed quickly through his mind as he slowly and gently fingered her in real life.
Suddenly, Onyi sat upright and went for the button at the top of Jide’s jeans. She kissed him as she grabbed the top of his jeans with both hands and tore the button from its hole, separating the two halves. Jide breathed in sharply. He had expected Onyi to enjoy being touched, but he hadn’t expected her to dive in without being asked and rip his jeans open. This was good.
The sudden release of pressure around his waist made Jide feel free, and the fact that this young virgin had done it made him feel dirty and sexy. Onyi unzipped the fly on the jeans in another moment, and his rock-hard cock was relieved from the pressure it had been under ever since Jide looked up her skirt on the stairs.
His cock slid around wetly inside his boxers as Onyi folded back the button flap letting her see Jide’s underwear for the first time. She flattened her hand and placed it directly on the visible part of his underwear. Parts of it touched his cock, and parts of it found the wetness which was all over his boxers and jeans.
“You’re wet!” she exclaimed. Jide just smiled and nodded. No one had ever made him as wet as Onyi made him; this was fairly typical for him after they had been talking for a few hours online, but it was the first time Onyi had felt it.
“As I said, I’m always wet now,” he replied, “ever since I met you.”
Onyi cupped her hand around where she could feel Jide’s dick. It was pointing along Jide’s thigh, at right angles to his legs. She squeezed it firmly but gently and was rewarded by a long sigh from Jide. More wetness oozed out of the end as she played, while Jide gently fingered her with a slow and shallow in-and-out motion, her juices slowly flowing down his finger.
“Let’s lie down,” she suggested.
“OK!” Jide laughed, then he pushed Onyi’s shoulders firmly backward with both hands.
She went crashing downwards onto the bed with a squeal of excitement, her skirt flapping up over her stomach, revealing her navel and panties to his lustful gaze. He leaned over and took off his shoes before turning around and lying down face-to-face next to his beautiful teenage mistress. He brushed the hair off her face and stroked her cheek with his palm.
“I love you,” he said, then he kissed her. It was a loving kiss, full of deep emotion, and they melted into each other. Onyi looked into Jide’s eyes.
“I love you too,” she said.
They carried on where they left off. Jide slid his hand onto her navel, across her exposed panties and down onto her wet pussy, pushing his finger inside her once more. Meanwhile, Onyi put her hand inside Jide’s jeans, and then inside Jide’s boxers. Her skin felt cool against his groin as her hand moved around inside his boxers, searching for his dick. She found it quickly and pulled it into a more vertical position inside his underwear. It was wet all over from his precum.
She slid her hand up and down the shaft while Jide sighed and moaned and, in response, pushed his finger inside her to the second knuckle. She gasped loudly and started moving her hand faster on his dick.
Jide pulled his finger back out and rubbed two fingers around inside her lips, wetting them with her juices. Then he pushed the two fingertips against her hole with a little more force than before. They quickly slipped an inch inside her, stretching her pussy as they went.
Onyi cried out in pleasure, which just sent more wetness out of Jide’s dick and made it twitch in her hand. She squeezed it tightly. Jide was in heaven, his two fingers slowly fucking the gorgeous schoolgirl, while she massaged his shaft like an expert.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“That feels amazing,” she told him breathlessly, “but take your jeans off, I want to hold your dick properly.”
Once more, Jide was delighted and turned on by her taking the initiative on the night she was losing her girlhood. He pulled his jeans down over his knees and feet and threw them over the side of the bed.
Jide turned back, in just his T-shirt and boxers, to a vision lying on the bed. Onyi had removed her skirt and was looking up at him with her hair trailing behind her on the blanket. Her blouse remained, then a strip of smooth bare flesh below, ending at the top edge of her G-string. The triangle of material exposed her pussy.
Her lips were puffy, and still met in the middle, forming a neat line – she had obviously never had a cock inside her. Jide drank in the sight of this beautiful girl in her underwear and felt like the luckiest man alive. Here was a young woman who could have any man she wanted, and she was giving herself to him.
More fluid came out of his dick as he sat back on the bed, next to her hips.
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