I smiled rather sweetly at him as he spread my thighs nice and wide. “Thank you.” I said, and his gaze softened – suddenly replacing the tenderness with a thick finger right in my cunt. I let out a loud cry of debauchery, his stare turned from gentle to hungry and he pumped his finger in and out a few times, matching the rolling of my hips with a curled finger that searched for my special place.
Guy then slipped another finger in, stretching me almost painfully as his digits probed for my g-spot – soon finding the lovely little button and tickling it cheekily. A thrill of feeling ran up and down my legs and I nearly sat bolt up, propping myself onto my elbows as I gazed up at him. His eyes, half-shut in desire, met mine and he moved towards me, keeping his fingers inside me as they leisurely stroked my spot – leaning in and giving me a deep kiss.
Propped on an elbow, he fucked his two fingers into me – his mouth biting and kissing down to my neck while I rocked on his palm. The squelching of my cum as I rode his hand was the only thing I could hear, that and his breath in my ear as his tongue and teeth swept across my earlobe. “I want you to cum all over my fingers.” He breathed into me and I shuddered, “And then I’m gonna eat your sweet pussy until you cum again,” he fucked me faster, and I was letting out little squeaks by now – everything felt so frenzied and my legs were beginning to cramp, “and again,” he breathed, “and again.”
And then his thumb met my clit and I was done for. A few wide swipes of his fingerprint, and I let out a loud wail and everything flashed white, an explosion bursting between my thighs as I drenched his hand and my sheets. My toes curled and my legs shuddered, his tongue sweeping across the soft skin of my neck. It was like my head was gonna explode – maybe I was dying, I wasn’t sure, but it felt so good, like I had reached the purest peak of my life at 17.
His fingers continued to stroke me, gently, tickling the throbbing spot that shown me that sex was a million times better than I had ever expecting. I couldn’t bear to open my eyes, I was so exhausted but I was still so horny – his fingers keeping me on the plateau of fucking ecstasy. My body continued to shake, legs jiggling against each other while his fingers pulled in and out, the squishing noise punctuating my little moans that just wouldn’t stop coming out.
“Did you like that?” Guy asked, looking over at me – the strain in his jeans incredibly apparent and looking very painful. I didn’t have the energy to speak, so I nodded weakly and let out a very soft ‘uh-huh’.
He freed his fingers, leaning over to kiss a hardened nipple before pulling away completely. But he was just getting comfortable; setting himself between my legs so he could cup my arse in his big hands. His fingers kneaded the chubby bits of my bum and I sighed lightly, unable to contain myself at the thought of my greatest fantasy. Warm breaths swam across my inner thighs and my shaky hands felt for his head, fingers curling into his hair and pulling him closer. He was much stronger than me, and held off – freeing an ass-cheek to use a pointer finger on my delicate clit. He rubbed it quickly; letting out a satisfied noise at my uncontrollable thrust into his face and replaced his grip, massaging the fat flesh of my ass.
Then his tongue was on my clit, gently at first, but the fucking feeling of something so soft and wet surrounding my already sensitive love button gave me reason to let out a very loud moan. He spread my legs further apart, abandoning their posts and reaching up to tweak my nipples. His lips closed in on my clit and began to suck, slipping all over the little nub while his tongue flicked and rolled and squished against my pleasure. I began to grind into his face, unable to stop myself. My hands pulled him in closer. I was in absolute heaven.
“Fuck,” I hissed at him and he let out a laugh against me, the vibrations making me buck and plant his noise into my slit. His tongue slipped down and took a small swipe against my asshole and he shook his head, digging his handsome nose into my puss. I began to let out generous noises, my fingers pulling him deeper into me – drowning him in my juices. “Mr Harris,” I breathed, and I felt a hand leave my chest and readjust the situation in his pants, “that feels really good!”
He pulled back from me, gasping at the pain of pulled hair, and stared up my torso – his eyes dark and lusty. I thrust against his chin and he grinned, pinching a nipple tightly. “You like that, baby?”
“Ooohh fuck.” I breathed. “Eat my pussy PLEASE, Mr Harris.”
He delved back in, rubbing his nose on my clit and only slightly dipping his tongue into my slit. I think he was trying to tease me, but I think he lost the battle himself, because two or three teases seemed to be enough before he drove his tongue into me – attempting to scoop out as much of my cum as he could. He was like an animal, slurping me, forcing his tongue as deeply as he could as he drank like a man who had been lost in the desert. And his moans, deep and throaty, reminded me that it was all very real – because even in my wildest fantasies I couldn’t have added a more perfect soundtrack.
Guy’s hands drew down my chest and my hips, curling around to brace my ass – bending me, and folding my body in half so he could get better access to my sweet pussy. With my feet shuddering in the air, we made eye contact as he fucked me with his tongue – the pink muscle dipping into my vagina like a kitten drinking its milk. “You taste so fucking good.” He whispered into me, and removed a palm – slipping a quick finger into my puss.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, toes twitching and fingers curling into my purple bed sheets as he refused to break our eye contact. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”
His lips returned to my clit and he began to suck, his tongue roaming and claiming all of me – that finger in my pussy probing and pressing and sending shocks of pleasure up my spine. His dark eyes, half-shut and cloudy, disappeared from my eager view, his finger pulling out before I felt the warm wetness slink around my asshole.
Tonguing me there for a moment, a tip of warmth pressing in and out of an unfamiliar spot as he kissed and sucked, Guy let out a loud groan and I could feel him begin to thrust into the bed. A thumb found my clit and I exploded at the new sensation, so hard that I felt like I had wet myself. He swore loudly into me, returning to my dripping pussy – feasting on the juices that I had mostly sprayed into his hair.
I thought he would stop to give me a break, but he just kept going – sucking out my cum and diddling my clit, my body writhing and twisting and by the time I had reached my third orgasm I was openly shouting in pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before, and he just would not stop. I’m sure he would have licked me dry if I hadn’t’ve pulled away – begging for a break and a drink of water.
“I’m going to die of dehydration.” I told him as he looked up, still all hazy-eyed and raunchy. “Please let me go get a drink.”
He softly kissed my clit and nodded, his pointer finger removing itself slowly from my cunt. Sitting up straight and trying to move my feet to the ground, I realised that there was no way I was going to be walking properly for the next few hours.
My legs were jelly and there was a chance that I was going to fall and kill myself. It was if he had eaten the energy out of me – my brain buzzing with a bliss I hadn’t ever fathomed, and my legs were completely numb and useless. Guy caught onto that idea much quicker than I expected, heaving himself into a sitting position before clapping a large palm on my thigh. “Need some help, missy?” He asked, and I looked up at him and nodded.
He leant down and gave me a gentle kiss, pulling himself off of my bed and hoisting me up along with him. I think his incredible boner had taken all the blood from his brain, because I kept expecting him to snap out of his trance and tell me that what he had just done was very wrong. But he led me down the hallway and into the kitchen, flicking on the light before searching for a cup. I pulled myself onto the nearby counter, my arms barely holding my weight – the moisture between my thighs making my seat rather slippery.
Guy bent into the opened fridge and returned with some cold water, pouring it into the glass before passing it over. I took a large gulp as he watched me, leaning his tailbone against the opposite counter with his arms folded across his chest. His face was all shiny, sweat patching under his arms and with a painful looking tent in his jeans. He licked his lips and I smiled at him, taking another gulp of the water before spreading my legs cheekily.
His eyes trailed down and landed on the right spot – running a hand through his wet hair before sighing. “You want me to leave you alone for the night?” He asked me blankly, eyeing the clock before returning his gaze to my glistening cunt. My fingers slipped down and took a swipe of my cum – palm brushing against my clit and shuddering at the sensitivity of it all. “Cause I have to do somethin’ about this or else I’m gonna hurt in the morning. If you want me to go, I’ll go.”
Running his hands through his hair again, he grinned that cheeky fucking grin once more and I couldn’t help myself. “I kinda want you to fuck me though.” I told him, watching his eyes gloss over with that same hungriness I had experienced just before. “Is that okay?” I took another sip of water as he approached me, slipping between my soft thighs to grind his denim crotch against my sensitive puss. His big hands found my hips and kept me steady, pushing us against each other.
“If you’ll let me.” He breathed as I set the glass aside, wrapping my arms around his big shoulders. I ran a palm down his bare chest, curling my fingers into his chest hair before he pushed into me again.
“Please?” I asked him quietly, feeling him thrust against me slowly, rolling his hips gently against my heating cunt. “Will you please fuck me, Mr Harris?” I asked in my best coy teenage girl voice.
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