“I warn you, it is kind of messy. Finals and all that. Plus my roommate is a slob.”
The apartment did not disappoint. Fast food containers, books, papers and the odd piece of clothing or underwear were strewn about the place; on the furniture or on the floor. Maisy started picking up some of the detritus, clearing places to sit or set down drinks.
“Let me pick up while you find the drinks,” I offered.
“Good idea. Bourbon or tequila?”
“Depends,” I said. “Are we sipping or doing shots? And is it good tequila?”
Maisy came back in the room as I was moving stacks of books from the table and the faux marble counter onto the floor. She had a bottle of Cuervo Gold, the student standby, and a couple of shot glasses.
“I finished college today, so it is shots. And after a couple shots we won’t care whether this is good tequila or not.”
“You make an excellent point,” I answered. I sat down on the recently cleared couch and Maisy plopped down close next to me. She poured two shots and handed one to me.
“What should we toast first?” she asked?
“To my favorite student!” I offered.
“I’ll drink to that,” Maisy agreed, and we did.
We went through four or five shots each in short order, toasting each other, the college, the mascot and even Ed Douglas and his underaged wives. On the next shot, Maisy was feeling the effects a bit more than me and missed her mouth, pouring half the shot down her chin, onto her chest where it ran quickly between her breasts.
“Oh crap!” Maisy exclaimed. “What a freaking mess!” she mumbled as she pulled her wet dress top away from her skin.
Feeling the tequila myself, I forgot my age and my position, blurting out the juvenile riposte, “Oh, I can clean that up for you!” We both sort of paused and got quiet for a few seconds, letting my words sort themselves out in our minds.
“Uh, er…let me get a paper towel,” I mumbled, trying to recover some decorum. I began to stand to get the towel.
“No…don’t bother with the paper towel,” Maisy said, her trademark mischievous grin returning to her face. Instead of pulling the material away from her skin, she pulled her dress top down, revealing her wet cleavage. “We don’t want to waste the tequila.”
I’d like to say that I weighed the pros and cons of the situation, but I didn’t. I leaned in and put my tongue deep between her breasts and licked up to her neck. I repeated this long lick several times until all traces of the tequila were gone. Maisy’s breathing was noticeably heavier. I finished the last tongue journey by grabbing a handful of her hair and kissing her hard on the mouth, giving her a taste of the tequila that moments before had been running down her chest.
When we’d released from our embrace, Maisy whispered, “Pour me another shot.” I turned to oblige. When I turned back to hand it to her, I saw that the smile was back on her face, but she had slipped her dress off of her shoulders and pulled it down, exposing her young, firm breasts, C-cup, maybe a D. I handed her the shot glass.
“Professor, I have another job for you.” I was speechless, staring at her pretty young breasts. “I need you to clean up some other spills.” Keeping eye contact the entire time, she dipped her finger into the tequila, and rubbed it slowly and sensually around her left nipple. When her nipple was wet, she licked her finger and told me, “You need to clean that up too.”
I leaned over and licked her nipple, flicked it with my tongue and sucked into my mouth. It was rock hard in my mouth, just like it had felt on my arm a short time ago. For the first time, Maisy began to moan softly. Her legs spread a few inches more and I could feel her hips begin to grind against the fabric of the couch.
“Bite it. Hard.” Maisy whispered and I obliged. I bit her nipple harder than I had planned to.
“Ooh, oh, ow!!!” Maisy exclaimed, undoubtedly from the pain of my bite.
“Ow! ow!” Maisy hissed, “Yeah, do it like that. Definitely.”
While I was enjoying her left nipple, she was rubbing the right nipple with tequila, and ordered me to clean that one too. I happily complied, leaving her right nipple hard and fully erect. The smell of her undoubtedly wet pussy began to permeate the air in her living room. I do love the smell of fuck!!
As I was alternately kissing her mouth and licking her nipples, I slid my hand up her loose-fitting dress, along her inner thigh. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy before I had touched her. My fingers found her shaved pussy, already dripping wet. No underwear. No wonder this girl was cold, she wore nothing more than a thin cotton dress that couldn’t have weighed more than a couple ounces. I slid my finger along the inner folds of her pussy lips, wet and slippery. Maisy caught her breath when my finger slid across her protruding clit. I let my finger return to the spot and trace circles around and across that throbbing knob of warm flesh.
“Ohhhhh, yes, please, that feels so…ohhhh,” was all that Maisy could muster. I slid my hand farther down her slit until I slid two wet fingers up inside her.
“Mmmmm…ahhh…” Maisy thrusted forward with her hips, taking my fingers deeper inside her tight pussy. I licked and bit her nipples while I finger fucked her tight wet cunt a bit harder with each stroke. Maisy’s back arched and her hands grabbed at the couch cushions, anything from this world to hold onto. She was riding my fingers now, taking control of her own, impending orgasm.
“Bite me”…she murmured as the moment drew closer. “Bite my tit…hard.” I obliged. “Ow ow ow mmmmmahhh!” she gasped as the waves of orgasm took over her body. We kissed, and as our lips parted, I saw Maisy had the glassy-eyed look of someone who had just cum hard.
“I need you over in the kitchen,” I said pulling her to her feet. I lifted her dress off over her head and threw it aside. Maisy’s pale Irish skin practically glowed in the dim light of the room. I took her hand and led her towards the kitchen.
“But what about you? I want you…” Maisy protested.
“We have all night, but I’m taking what I want first.” I lifted her up onto the counter top. I almost cried at how light she was.
“What am I doing?” she asked.
“Just lay back on the counter and relax.” She did as she was told. I bent over the counter, spread her legs and wrapped them around my neck. I started slow, gently licking her juices from her glistening pussy lips. Maisy groaned as her hips ground into my face. Next I concentrated on her nicely sized clit, licking across it roughly with the flat of my tongue and lower lip. Maisy gasped with each stroke as her hips bucked at my touch. Having brought her to the brink of orgasm, I slowed down, licked circles around her clit as her moaning became softer but more insistent. Soon she couldn’t stand it any longer, and she grabbed my hair and pushed my face roughly into her crotch. I responded by sucking her clit into my mouth and running my tongue and lips rapidly around the length and over the tip of her clit.
Maisy’s whole body began to twitch as if hit with electric current. “Uhhh…uhhh…ahhh…okay…un-huh…please,” random words and sounds came out of her mouth until she thrust herself into my mouth with a muscular rush as she arched her back and screamed loudly as she came in my mouth for the first time.
“Oh my God,” she whispered as her head fell back to the counter and she released her death grip on my hair. “That was wonderful. I didn’t think I could cum like that, cum that hard. I am drained. Could you do that again?”
I laughed at her non-sequitur, grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her towards my mouth again. “I can…!”
“But I want you to cum!”
“Oh I will cum, don’t worry about me. You have a big load of cum in your future. But I am nowhere near done with you.” With that, I thrust two fingers into her cunt, searching for that spongy feeling G-spot. While my fingers stroked her spot, my mouth closed around her clit again and began to roll it around in my mouth.
“Oh, yeah…” Maisy luxuriated in the sensations emanating from her clit. “But I don’t think I can cum again.”
“I’ll bet you a week of blow jobs that you can,” I answered, as I went to work on her delicious body.
“Ha! I’ve lost that bet already. I was already planning on blowing you every day in your office.”
“Then you have nothing to lose,” I said, lifting my head from her pussy momentarily. I pushed my fingers against her G-spot and Maisy let out a yelp.
“God! Yeah. Do that again.” I obliged, but I also flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth across her clit at the same time, making Maisy’s whole body shudder in anticipation.
“Shit, yeah. I am going to cum again. Oh yeah. Fuck.” Maisy’s smart mouth and snappy retorts were gone. I owned her pussy and I held all of her desires in that hard clit in my mouth. I synchronized my fingering of her pussy with my sucking on her clit. When the orgasm hit, she practically leaped off the counter.
“Holy fuck! How…what…wow?” Maisy fell back on the counter, practically gasping for air.
“Come on, get off the counter and bend over.” I ordered.
“I don’t think I can stand. My legs are weak.”
I helped her off the counter and leaned her against the kitchen counter. Maisy watched as I opened my pants, kicked them off my feet, and dropped my underwear, allowing my stiff cock to bounce out of my shorts. Maisy said nothing, but I could see her bite her lower lip.
“There’s another bet I lose,” she said idly.
“What do you mean?” I said, stroking my shaft to full erection.
“Harriet bet me that you had a large cock,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my cock and pulling.
“Mmm. Yeah,” I said, enjoying the sensation. “Two things.” I said, briefly coming back to my senses. “First, you and Harriet bet on the size of my cock? Second, you bet it was small? I’m crushed. Okay, three, how were you planning on settling the bet?”
“Well, truth be told, Harriet wanted to fuck you badly. She loves sex, but never screwed up the courage to try to fuck you. But, whatever the bet, I have never been happier to lose in my life. And we just settled the bet,” she said, cupping my balls in her other hand as she rubbed my cock harder. I reached out and squeezed her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples in the process. Maisy groaned quietly at the torture of her nipples. But she didn’t tell me to stop.
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