Part 2, is a continuation of my lightly fictionalized account of my experience with a much younger, sexy girl that I guided into being a highly sexed, deliciously dirty bimbo. Like the first chapter, the story bounces back and forth between the first weekend I met "Emilee" and later, about six weeks into our relationship. Any resemblance to real people is not entirely accidental.
After pulling my neighbor's 19 year old daughter Emilee out of the club, back to my house and having my cock deep in her hot mouth and tight, teen pussy, and feeding her a load of cum, I finished her off by eating Emilee's hot, wet, freshly fucked little pussy until she had a hard and messy girl cum with her hands clutching my head and her hips humping my face. I lightly licked her quivvering little sex until she calmed down then kissed up her body to her sweet lips so she could taste herself on my lips. We kissed gently and softly for a few minutes but I knew she had to go home before we both fell asleep. If she did, we'd wake up in the morning and she would have to sneak home in the daylight. It was safer to get her home now at 3AM and continue our fun another night.
I got off the bed and put on some gym shorts, a tee shirt and offered to drive her home. She had gone to the club in a friend's car and assured me that her parents didn't wait up for her on nights she stayed out late if she texted the parents around 11:30 or midnight to let them know she was alright so I could drive up to her house and let her out. I let Emilee change back into her clothes. She surprised me by folding up her clubbing outfit, pulling a little peasant top and rayon skirt and flats from her purse and going into the bathroom to change.
She walked out of the bathroom 5 minutes later, her face washed and cleaned of makeup and the more conservative clothes on. "It's in case my dad is up. I don't dress in clubbing wear when I leave the house or come home. It saves me an argument." she said with a smile.
I helped her grab her things and we went into the garage and I got into the car and Emilee bucked up and adjusted the leather passenger seat as I waited for the garage door to open.
Three minutes later I was four houses from hers, at the other end of the neighborhood I live in. I stopped the car and pulled her to me, kissing her lips softly.
She murmured "sixty seven." and added a giggle at the end.
"Yes, nine hundred and some more to go." I agreed. "Do you have Bump on your phone?"
"Yep. Hang on." she said as she fumbled for the iPhone in her purse. "Ok, I'm ready."she said as we 'bumped' and I got her contact info.
"I'll call you soon. When do you work at the shop today?" I asked.
"At ten. I work till five." she said.
I'll call your cell at work. I don't want to cause you any trouble with mom and dad." I said smiling.
"Text me at work. I can read my texts there. Yea, sure you don't. I know what you want. You want another night like tonight." she said.
"I do. And I think you do also. Don't you?" I asked, hoping I had won her over a bit.
"Um, yea. I do. It was even hotter than I thought it was going to be. You, you sort of made me go home with you, but I.. I.. I want you to MAKE me do it again." she admitted.
"You liked not really having a choice, didn't you?" I said smiling.
"Uh huh." she said sheepishly.
I smiled. "Go home, we will talk later." I said and she gave me a quick kiss and was about to open the car door but I had a final thought.
I gently grabbed her arm, "Not yet. Kiss my cock goodbye too." I said and she shyly smiled and moved her head down to my lap as I pulled the elastic waistband of my lacrosse shorts down. My cock was swelling again and she grasped the shaft and gave it a lick and a kiss.
"Thank my cock for a good time." I suggested.
"Mmmmmm, thank you for a good time." she said with a giggle.
"Kiss it some more." I encouraged and she planted kisses on the head of my engorging cock.
"Ask my cock for another fuck soon." I said as she planted her soft lips over the whole head and gave it a wet, soft kiss.
"Will you fuck my pussy soon Mr. Cock? And my mouth?" she added as she looked up at me and swirled her tongue around the stiff head.
"I think that can be arranged." I said with a groan, knowing I really shouldn't pull her head down and fuck her mouth right this moment on the chance that her dad or mom was waiting up for her and saw my car. I pushed on her head and felt my cock slide into her accepting mouth as I pumped her head up and down on my shaft a dozen times, then pulled her head up and kissed her lips. "Go. Before I fuck your mouth again and take you back to my place for more fun." I said.
"Uh huh, ok." she said reluctantly and I saw the same look in her eyes that I had when I was fucking her, that far-off, sexually stimulated look we get when our endorphins are flooding out brain. She pulled on the car door handle and in moments was out of the car, walking to her house, leaving me with a hardened cock and a short drive home. I watched her walk around the side of her house and go in the kitchen door. Then I turned the car around and drove the half-mile home thinking about how I would make the next time even hotter for Emilee.
My Bimbo Slut Emilee woke at 7 and got up from my bed, kissed me, said "See you in a few hours." slipped on some tight yoga pants and a lycra jogging bra and left my house. I got up a few moments later and drank the coffee she made me before leaving and I got in the shower. Thirty minutes later I was dressed, in the car, heading for the golf course.
I arrived at Bridge Hills Country Club right at seven forty five and got a bucket of balls for the range, practiced my full shots and then went to chip and putt. Emilee and my two golfing buddies arrived about the same time, at eight thirty, our fourth was a few minutes behind. Emilee was smiling and for the second time ever was wearing her new golf-inspired 'uniform'. During last week's game, my golf friend Steve had told the other two guys about me and my evolving relationship with Emilee. Of course the story Steve told sounded outrageous to them. He had seen Emilee and I eating dinner last week and he described her as a platinum blonde, very young little spinner, dressed super hot in a silver sequined minidress and silver 6" fuck-me heels and practically sitting in my lap when he saw us together. I had admitted all of it to be true and after much discussion, and agreement by the guys to chip in $50 each, I had promised my golf buddies that Emilee would serve as our forecaddy next week. To prepare, I took the money and bought her a new outfit and took her out on the course last week so she could learn the duties of a forecaddy and basic golf rules. Of course the appeal of a blonde, hot bimbo as a forecaddy wasn't her help in finding errant shots or putting away our clubs in our bags, or bringing our putters to us on the green. And she wasn't going to be any help reading putts or determining the lie in the rough. No, while I expected Emilee to help with putters and putting clubs back in our bags, she was there primarily as gofl-themed, blonde, pretty, hot eye-candy. I wanted her to bend over at the waist to fix divots and tend the flag so she could retrieve the ball from the hole. She was there to look sexy, show off and bend over in a tiny skirt. And in that regard, she was well suited to her purpose.
I resisted the strong urge to replay tonight's conquest of Emilee in my head while jerking off and cumming again, and instead, I went right to bed. I slept soundly that night, woke up around 7:30 and met my buddies for golf at the course. I was in a good mood despite my few hours of sleep and the guys could read my happy attitude even as my golf game suffered a few more mis-hits than usual. On the 7th green, Steve brought up my sunny disposition. "You got some new pussy last night, didn't you?" he said quietly to me. "I know you don't talk about your personal life too much, but I can tell when something is up, and you are way too happy after missing that last fairway. You got your dick wet in some strange." he said quietly on one side of the green while our playing partners were chipping from the greenside rough on the other side of the putting green so our playing partners wouldn't hear.
"Yea. I did. A little spinner. Pulled her from a downtown club, Ultra-Bar, last night. And I'm looking forward to a second helping soon." I added.
"Nice! I drove by there two weeks ago. They had hotties lined up down the block waiting to get in." he said wistfully. "Sometimes being single sounds fun, but I know its not all fun. Before I met Jane I had lots of lonely nights alone." he said
"I hear you. It can be tough." I said agreeing with him.
My Emilee greeted my two playing partners and stood nearby while we practiced our chipping and putting. I saw the guys frequently look up from the green to take another look at my Emilee. To head off any trouble or complaints by other members, I had cleared the idea with Derek, the club President and with the course super, Bill. I brought Emilee around the previous Tuesday and introduced both men to her and then asked if she could forecaddy for my group on occasion, including this Sunday. I didn't hide my intentions to show off Emilee's best game, insisting she wear the outfit we had bought with her Sunday forecaddy debut in mind. The club President and Super both met Emilee and she looked amazingly hot, wearing neon pink golf shoes, with baby pink, white and lime green argyle knee socks that ended above her knees and displayed her firm, slim bare thighs that didn't end until the lime green pleated miniskirt and her thighs met just below her ass. She wore a cropped pink sleeveless collared top that was a size too small, tucked into her skirt and caused her unbuttoned front to stretch open and display her firm tits. Her nipples poked right through the thin acrylic material like erasers. She wore her platinum blonde hair in two braided pigtails with pink and green ribbons at the ends. She wore big sunglasses and wet-glossed neon pink lipstick that looked amazing with her bronze, tanned skin. Not showing yet was her pink thong with a golf ball and the words 'Birdie Hole' underneath.
Steve's talk about being single got me thinking, in reality, I wasn't finding it tough at all, there seemed to be a plethora of sexy women in this town who liked to fuck. And at my age, I could choose from a wide age range of attractive women just by changing venues. From the wine bar where the Real Housewives type mid-thirties or early forties MILF with a personal trainer and a plastic surgeon on speed dial to the girls like Emilee who hung out to the Ultra-Bar and other places where college-age hotties who wore the trendy platform fuck-me heels and scraps of cloth tied together into micro-mini dresses. Obviously Emilee fit the latter description and I had fucked her last night. Her residential proximity to my house and knowing her parents presented both a problem and special opportunity to play up the potential danger of the situation. And danger can be a powerful aphrodisiac.