Housekeeper Bridget Continues - Part 2
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Paul pedaled his way through the evening traffic on his bike, focused and mindful of his surroundings. Suddenly, he realized that an erection had started, still persisting even 50 minutes later. He'd refrained from touching himself since his encounter with Bridget on Monday and was used to masturbating several times a day. Finally, he reached home, unlocked his bike, and walked towards the front door. He could see Bridget's bedroom light on and noticed her through the security glass.
Bridget, after taking a shower for the night, decided to read in her bedroom as there was nothing interesting on TV. A soft tap on the door interrupted her. Peering through the security glass, she noticed her young student. Amused by his sudden presence, she wondered what he could possibly want at 9 o'clock on a Friday. She opened the door, keeping it secure with a chain, and apologized for not wearing her underwear.
"I need your help, Ginger. I have a problem," Paul said sheepishly.
"What can I do to help you, sweetheart?" Bridget asked, unlocking the door and letting him in.
"Could you please come to my room? I need to be alone with you," he replied, his gaze following her cleavage.
"What's the problem?" she inquired, a little intrigued.
"Oh.. I've been... er...I haven't masturbated since Monday," Paul replied, shocked by his own honesty and his throbbing erection.
"Do you always touch yourself five or six times a day?" Bridget asked.
"Yep, usually," he admitted. "I guess you noticed the size of it, huh?"
Sensing his discomfort, she suggested, "Maybe a cold shower will help."
Paul hesitated, unsure if this was the best idea.
"I'll help you with that. Wait here," Bridget suggested while navigating to her bedroom to prepare a warm bath sheet. Meanwhile, Bridget slipped out of her nightdress, revealing her cleavage, and knelt on the shower room floor, her nightdress surrounding her ankles.
She joined Paul in the shower and asked if he had cleaned himself, to which he shook his head. She reached for the showerhead, turning the water on, and helped him soap up. She handed him the warm bath sheet to dry himself. As Paul tried to dry off, Bridget's ginger hair, freckles, and giggles aroused him even more.
"Will a cold shower help?" she asked. He hesitated then decided against it, asking for the warm water instead. Bridget went to the airing cupboard, brought back a warm bath sheet, and helped him dry off. Paul's gaze fixed on her exposed cleavage, completely ignoring her instructions to shower.
Eventually, Paul finished drying off and Bridget asked if he'd showered. He shook his head in embarrassment, feeling foolish.
"It's okay, Paul. Would a warm shower help?" she suggested as she stripped out of her nightdress, exposing her breasts. Lowering herself to the shower room floor, she circled the nightdress around her ankles. Bridget dried off Paul's feet before moving on to his thighs, stroking them gently. She could feel his balls hanging low in his bag and observed his growing lust. She could tell that she was beginning to drip on one of her legs.
"So, do you usually masturbate this much?" Bridget asked, still curious.
"Sometimes five or six times a day," he said nervously, sensing her intense arousal.
Pausing, she inquired, "Are you clean? Did you shower?"
"No," he said, feeling even more humiliated.
"Okay. Let me help you in the shower," Bridget said, leading Paul back to her bedroom. She became absorbed in his naked body, from his firm muscles to his throbbing, leaking cock and heavy balls. Seeing their reaction, she felt her arousal increasing more.
"I'll need your help drying off," Paul suggested, hiding in the shower cubicle. Bridget let out a giggle at his response, which sent his cock jerking. She visited the airing cupboard and obtained a warm bath sheet to dry him with. As she undid her nightdress's buttons to expose her breasts, Paul stared at them, his breathing deepening.
Rising from her knees, she helped Paul dry off by gently stroking his thighs. Bridget slid a ribbed and dimpled condom onto his cock, having experienced the fun of handling the condom before.
Paul reached out to suck on her breasts, one after the other, his touch more intense than before. He then pinched her nipples, causing her to gasp in pleasure as her powerful contractions began. For his part, he could feel her contracting, signaling her intense emotions.
She guided him away from her breasts and gently pulled him towards her bed, taking off her nightdress completely.
"Let's just take it slow for now. I want to taste you," Bridget offered, kneeling in front of him. She put the condom on his erect member and positioned herself over it, still gently handling his heavy balls. He fully appreciated her breasts' touch, their hard nipples sending her pleasure skyrocketing.
She sucked on his member, riding it slowly. He shivered in response to the intense feelings coursing through his body. He wondered if she would let him fuck her, realizing he had never felt this way before.
"Do you want to fuck me harder?" he asked.
"Yes, Paul. I want you to fuck me over and over," she replied, inviting him to satisfy his desires.
"This is the third time I've had sex?" Paul asked, trying to process it all.
"What makes it a fuck?" Bridget questioned, perplexed.
"Rough, quick sex with Ginger." The term made her uneasy at first, but as she grasped his dick within her and enjoyed the quick rhythm he provided, it became a turn-on for her.
"Is it okay to sit on your penis for the act?" she inquired. She removed the used condom, changed it, and lowered herself onto him when he was only partially erect.
"Yes!" He was thrilled by her explicit language.
"What would you name the spot we're about to have sex in?" He wanted to engage in a bit of flirty banter with his former nun. He fantasized about having rough sex with her, something he'd never experienced before.
"I refer to it as my vagina or pussy."
"Do you enjoy talking dirty to me?"
"Yes, it feels forbidden and arousing. I'm coming again on your penis."
She experienced multiple orgasms as she felt the size of his cock inside her and the promise of harder sex. She recognized that her cervix might stretch for several days as a result of this intense encounter, but she craved the sensation.
"In a convent, we referred to it as a pussy; at school, it was the same. What exciting name should I call your vagina?"
"I desire to fuck a nun's vagina."
She smirked and whispered, "Alright, fuck me, you perverted prick." Despite the vulgarity of their conversation, she was turned on by the naughtiness of it all.
He started slamming his balls against her as she slowly raised herself off the fast-sliding cock, causing him to pound hard against her cervix. This triggered numerous intense orgasms for her. "My vagina loves you fucking it!" She gasped as she breathed rapidly. He was unable to maintain the pace for long and came a large, cum-filled explosion into her fully stimulated vagina. "Sexy vagina, Ginger" he grunted. "Filthy nun, so appealing."
"You beast of a student, that was intense inside my vagina!"
She lay gasping from the excitement and the unexpected ejaculation inside her vagina. He sucked her breast and pinched her nipple, almost hurting her, but it made her wet. She began stroking his cock with her tits and tugging on it, teasing him until he thought she would swallow him completely. Bridget squeezed his balls and slid her lips along his shaft.
He groaned as he felt her gentler tit flesh stimulating his cock. Then, a nipple grazed his member. He was already hard and questioned if she wanted to fuck him. Bridget realized he was saving himself for her. He couldn't seem to get enough of her vagina, and she was comfortable using the new term.
"How tight is my vagina for you?" She inquired, and his cock twitched at the mention of the word.
"It's not tight; instead, it grips me tightly when you're aroused and have orgasms, especially around me," he revealed.
"I cherish that memory of your vagina and how sensual your lubrication feels. It's like a souvenir," he confessed.
He took her hand and expressed his gratitude for the sexual release.
"Can I do it again?" he asked. "Yes, my vagina is still open; it craves being filled by you!" she laughed.
She adored the stamina and enthusiasm of the young man and longed for more of his excitement. Since the experience was so amazing, she believed she had many years of sexless life to make up for and wanted to discover other partners. "Paul, I have to be up early for breakfast tomorrow, but you can fuck my vagina multiple times if you wish." She meant it - she couldn't resist his attractive physique.
Paul felt empathy for her exhaustion and left around four hours later, leaving her hot and dishevelled with soaked thighs from her orgasms.
"Bridget, you're such a naughty, dirty woman," she said to herself. She couldn't resist him; the weekend until Monday would feel interminable. Still, she had been pounded, gently fucked, and relished the sexual reminder. She planned to talk more about Paul's studies on Monday and subtly ask whether he had date with other university students. She realized that, despite the remarkable sex they'd shared, he required a new partner. Bridget had developed a stronger interest in men of his age and sought additional sexual experiences.
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