A new experience

I couldn’t take it anymore.

The taste of her nipple, the weight of her thick body grinding on me, the filthy things she’d just whispered about getting pregnant at eighteen and making me call her Mommy — it was all too much. My head was spinning. My cock was aching. And somewhere in the middle of it, I knew exactly what I needed.

I pulled my mouth off her tit and looked up at her.

“Sit on my face,” I said, voice rough. “Right now.”

Alice’s devilish grin widened. She didn’t even hesitate. She crawled up my body, hooked her thumbs into those tiny soaked shorts, and peeled them down her thick thighs. Then she turned around, swung one leg over my head, and lowered herself onto my mouth.

The second her pussy touched my tongue I tasted it — the thick, salty-sweet mess of my own cum mixed with hers. It coated her folds, leaked out of her in slow, obscene drips, and smeared across my lips and chin the moment she settled her weight on me.

I had never done this before.

Not once. Not with any girl. Not even in the messiest, most reckless hookups after my breakup. I didn’t know if anyone else on earth could have gotten me to eat a pussy full of cum — my cum — but Alice had managed it without even trying. Just by being exactly who she was.

She moaned softly as my tongue dragged through the mess, lapping at her swollen clit and then lower, pushing inside her to taste how thoroughly I’d filled her. One of her hands came down to grip my hair while the other braced on my chest.

“Fuck… that’s it,” she breathed. “Clean up your mess, Chris.”

She started talking again while I ate her — slow, filthy, and completely unhurried.

“I wasn’t lying, you know,” she said, voice breathy but steady. “About wanting it for real. I’ve thought about this for a long time. Not just the sex. The risk. The consequences. I want to feel what it’s like to be eighteen and carrying someone’s baby. Your baby. I want to watch my body change because of what you did to me.”

She rocked her hips, grinding her messy pussy against my mouth. More of my cum leaked out onto my tongue and I swallowed it without thinking.

“I’m not just saying it to be hot,” she continued, fingers tightening in my hair. “I mean it. If you keep fucking me like this… if you keep cumming inside me every time… there’s a very real chance I end up pregnant. And I’m not going to be upset about it. I’m going to be excited.”

I groaned against her, the sound muffled by her thick thighs. My hands came up to grab her ass, spreading her wider so I could bury my tongue deeper. She was so wet, so full, and the taste of us together was driving me insane.

Alice let out a shaky laugh above me.

“You’re actually doing it,” she said, almost wonderingly. “Eating your own cum out of me. I didn’t even have to ask twice. You’re just as fucked up as I am.”

She was right. And that scared me more than anything.

Because I had no doubt anymore — this wasn’t just dirty talk for her. This was real. She wanted the risk. She wanted the possibility. She wanted to be eighteen and pregnant and still begging me to keep breeding her.

And I was letting myself get pulled right into it.

My cock was throbbing untouched against my stomach, leaking steadily while I licked and sucked at her cum-filled pussy. Every time I swallowed, I felt something shift deeper inside me. Something that whispered I was already in too far.

Alice kept talking, her voice getting breathier as I worked her clit.

“I want you to keep doing this,” she said. “Keep filling me up. Keep eating it out of me after. Keep thinking about what might happen every time you cum inside me. I want you to stay another night. And the night after that. I want you to fuck me until neither of us can think straight.”

I kept licking her, but the words landed like a bucket of cold water mixed with gasoline.

Stay another night.

I knew I couldn’t.

If I stayed, I wouldn’t leave. I’d keep fucking her raw. Keep cumming inside her. Keep letting her pull me deeper into this dangerous, perfect, insane thing she was offering. And I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop.

I needed to cool off. I needed space. I needed to get out of this caravan and remember who I was before I completely lost myself in her.

Alice’s thighs started to tremble around my head. She was close again. I sucked her clit harder, tongue flicking fast, and she came with a broken moan, grinding down on my face as fresh wetness flooded my mouth — mixed with another thick trickle of my cum.

When she finally lifted off me, her legs shaky, she looked down at my face — shiny and messy — and smiled that same devilish smile.

But I was already pulling back.

“I need to go,” I said quietly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My voice sounded strange even to me. “Before I stay another night and never leave.”

Alice’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it grew softer. More knowing.

She didn’t argue.

She just leaned down, kissed me slow and deep — tasting herself and me on my tongue — and whispered against my lips:

“Okay. But you’re coming back.”

It wasn’t a question.