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I want to write my name on your clit with my tongue so you remember that you are claimed and owned!
Ride my tongue until you squirt in my mouth?
Yes, please!
Riding High
Jake had spoken incessantly about his family's ranch and how I should visit. The trip there was insane. We were driving for an ungodly amount of time over verdant, rolling terrain. When I asked when we would arrive at the ranch, he replied with a chuckle, “We've been on it for twenty minutes.” For a lifelong city dweller whose experience was that if you had a backyard big enough for a pool, it doubled the price of the house. This much acreage was incomprehensible.
We pulled up to a paddock with a square footage equal to my city block. We exited the truck and leaned on the fence railing. “Here comes little sis now. Watch this,” he said directing my attention in the direction of the barn at the west end. Suddenly, a calf sprang from an enclosure. In hot pursuit was “little sis.” That was certainly a misnomer.
I had anticipated a physique similar to Jake's, whose medium build was hardly outstanding. Instead, little sis could only be described as … voluptuous! Sitting astride a massive stallion in hot pursuit of the calf, she dwarfed anyone that I would consider little. She had lain the reigns on the horn of the saddle and both hands were occupied with a long rope, the loop of which she twirled above her head. Long curly light brown, waist-length hair flowed like a banner from beneath a Western hat. At first, it seemed that the horse was simply trained to follow the fleeing calf. Upon closer examination, I noted that subtle shifts in her weight and prodding of her knees on the horse's side were actually directing its course. She let loose the lasso and the calf collapsed in a cloud of dust, dutifully bound within seconds.
“Come on,” Jake said. “Let me show you to the guest accommodations. It's a loft apartment above one of the barns, but don't worry, it is decked out to your tastes. You won't notice it's location at all.” He was not mistaken. Furnished in a typical Western style, it looked like an ad from a magazine. “I'll have Sarah bring you up fresh linens. Everyone showers after a hard day of ranching before dinner, so you might as well do the same.”
I threw my backpack on the bed and settled into a plush chair of speckled cowhide, which was extremely comfortable. The door opened and in strode Sarah. Without even an introduction, she laid a stack of towels on an end table. She flashed what seemed to be a smile which shone only in her brilliant green eyes and said, “All the showers at the main house are occupied, so I'll use yours if you don't mind.” It was not a request despite the curtesy, as she began to shed her dusty clothes before reaching the bathroom door. She didn't bother to close the bathroom door as double D breasts appeared when the unnecessary bra hit the floor and she stepped into the shower.
I picked my jaw up off the floor, shook my head, and thought, “Open spaces aren't the only thing different out here.” My mind was awash with contrary thoughts. What would Jake say if he knew what she had just done? Is this normal in the country? What if. My thoughts trailed off into an abyss. I can't think of such things. Moving to the bed, I lay with my eyes closed. OK, I'm not even going to look anymore. I'll keep them closed until she leaves.
The water stopped and I waited what seemed an appropriate amount of time for her to gather her things and leave. I heard a subtle shuffle across the carpet and chanced a glance to see if she was leaving. Instead, she stood next to the bed, wrapped in a very insufficient towel.
“Jake has spoken a lot about you. You know, boy's bar talk. Some of the things he's said have me curious, having never experienced them myself, so I thought you being so close with him, you could help me out.”
Once more, it was less of a question than a command as the towel dropped to the floor she, lifted one knee to the bed and was above me before I could utter a protest. Would I have ordered a protest? I'll never know. Without a further word, she made her inquiry known by straddling my shoulders. My eyes flashed to her center. She was wet, but not from the shower. I watched as her hand slid through a neatly trimmed patch of hair and settled at the top of her slit. A single fingertip caressed her clit and the flow of moisture on her pussy lips increased substantially. Her beautiful green eyes were locked on mine, gauging my reactions, but not caring what they were if they contradicted what she wanted.
Slowly she lowered herself toward my mouth. Reflexively, my lips parted in acceptance. The first touch of the silk-lined lips felt like a tender mother's kiss, but what followed was far less paternal. She took care to brush her labia against my mouth, guiding them sensually up and down my mouth. The aroma of her juices was intoxicating. With a euphoric relinquishment to the situation, my tongue shot out, splitting the nether lips. Immediately, my lips were coated with her nectar. I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring the taste of the clear liquid ambrosia.
I reached my arms over her thighs to pull her close. Her thighs rippled with the conditioning earned from labor and horse riding. She used both hands to spread her pussy lips and was inundated with her juices flowing over her soft lips. I searched out her clit, danced my tongue over it, sucked her labia into my mouth, and sucked the juices from them. She reacted by pressing her clit against my tongue, at first not moving, but then her hips took up a well-rehearsed rhythm, learned from years of braking stallions, but now she was breaking me, grinding, sliding her clit over the tip of my tongue.
I reached back to grasp the cheeks of her ass. They were taunt with power, yet plush with sensuality as my fingers pressed in, pulling her firmly against my mouth. I was hypnotized by the undulations of her hips, swirling, grinding, thrusting against my tongue. What began as minor murmurs from her lips swelled into a symphony of moans and gasps as she could only be described as fucking my mouth. She fell forward, grasped the top of the headboard, and continued her frantic race to orgasm at the expense of my mouth.
First came the shudders, coursing through those powerful thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat, her back locked in a curl, and my mouth was sprayed with her squirt of orgasm. When she could breathe again, it came in fractured gasps, groping for air to fill her lungs as her juices filled my mouth. She fell off my chest at a ninety-degree angle to me, her massive breasts heaving in release.
“Well, what those women reported to my brother about your skills were no exaggerations! I just had to know for myself.”
I don't know if I was more disturbed that Jake had discussed my sex life with his sister, or her boldness at not asking if I was up for the experience.
She rolled off me and the bed and sprang to her clothes with the same speed with which she had secured the stray calf. Turning back to me she said nonchalantly, “Dinner is in 30. You should probably get that shower now.”
And with that, she was gone.
Which always makes me thirsty 😋
A girl telling you you’ve made her wet is single handedly the sexiest hottest fuckin thing ever and you can’t tell me different
Sounds like me!
my fwb is obsessed with giving head and overstimulation and i LOVE IT. he was completely focused on me the entire time and was hell bent on making me cum as much as possible. and when i begged him to let me repay the favor, he only agreed if we 69ned so he didn’t have to stop eating me out <3
and he’s so fucking strong <<33 he would keep going when i was sensitive and would hold me down so i couldn’t get away and i just 😍
seeing him again on saturday <3 he has rope and cuffs and i can’t wait to play out our cnc kink <3
If you think that would wake you up, think again after you cum the 5th or 6th time 😏
Making out with your pussy to put you to sleep
NEED
You wonder why I insist on the cuffs when you're so willing to give yourself to me.
But when your thighs feel like you've run a marathon from the way they have quaked and shivered and clasped my cheeks so much that you've forgotten how many times you've cum...
When your sheets are drenched beneath you from the incessant stretching of my pummeling you...
When you think that you'll pass out if you had to cum one more time, yet, you cannot shrink away from my exploratory licking, nipping, sucking on your body...
... then you'll understand. The cuffs are...a necessity.
Frat Party
"Edward..." you manage to slur the name as your head lolls back and your eyes cross.
"No, but any name will do," as I catch before you slip off the chair. It is obvious that the frat boys have taken advantage of your drunken state - one nipple peeks out from the top whose strap is down around your elbow. A quick check of your panties shows that they are intact and haven't been removed, yet, they are soaked with your juices. The frats must have been content with rubbing and palming your pussy through them, but of course, you probably don't even remember.
I help you to your feet, thinking to get you out of here, but you slump into my hand and my palm fills with your now fully exposed tit. Despite your condition, a moan slips from your lips, past the drool at the corner of your mouth. Reflexively, you clasp your hand over mine, pressing your nipple into my palm. It grows taunt at my touch. Your fingers grip over mine as if to grab your tit, but it only forces my hand against your soft, warm flesh.
I waver for a moment, then, "Aw, fuck it." I slip one arm under your knees and find an open bedroom. Well, almost open. Some guy has his face buried between the thighs of some freshman girl while another plows his cock in her mouth. They ignore us as I stretch you out onto the other bed against the wall. Pulling off your panties leaves a sticky trail of evidence of your being touched earlier. I follow it with my fingers as if to replace it from whence it came. As my fingers part your folds, you subconsciously thrust your hips forward, grabbing my arm by my wrist and direct my fingers inside you so adeptly that I wonder if you are really as intoxicated as you seem, or maybe, cock drunk and so needy through your brain fog that your body is operating on auto-drive.
Not to pass up the opportunity, I use my free hand to loose my cock, and replace my fingers with it in your cum-drenched hole. The moment you feel me plunge inside you, you go feral, bucking and thrashing, seeking to take me deeper. Some primal need overriding your drunken state faster than I can comprehend. Glutaral moans and gasps punctuate the room louder than the sounds coming from the other bed to the point that both the other guys look up from the girl pinned beneath them and stare with an air of jealousy.
They'll just have to be envious. For tonight, you are mine.
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Sharing Is Caring
I never imagined that when I shared the picture of her drooling tongue with you you would invite her to share a bed with us. Even more, I never expected her to accept. But here you are, writhing and squirming, your thighs quivering with each stroke of that tongue gliding up your drenched slit. With one hand, fingers entangled in her hair and the other with a fist full of sheets, your moans permeate the silence of the room. Your having to squelch those verbal expressions because of occupied rooms next to yours totally abandoned in manic yelps and deep groans of pleasure.
I sit entranced, barely cognizant of my swollen cock in my hand, so enthralled at the spectacle of unbridled lust unfolding before me. She rises from between your thighs, her cheeks glistening from the juices of uncounted orgasms that have left your cum-drunk to the point that you barely notice her slide one leg under your thigh and the over the other. Your centers meet and you respond subconsciously with gentle hip thrusts to her grinding, your mind spiraling in the vortex of sensations surging through your body. Two pair of hands grip each others thighs and lock your bodies together in a simultaneous orgasm so intense that no sound escapes from either of your gaping mouths. When the quaking of thighs subside, she extricates herself from your grasp and drags herself up your body to straddle your shoulders, allowing you to feast on your joint juices.
It is those joint juices that allow me such smooth entrance your puffy nether lips. They part effortlessly as I push in. Your inner walls contract at the invasion, gripping, clenching, stroking my cock as much as my movements, absorbing each pulsating thrust. Your thighs are slick from the combination of your combined cum and her saliva, further facilitating my pumping into your depths.
My mind plots various positions and combinations of explorations of our encounters and I realize that it will be a very, very, long night.