Eating Danni

I let one hand drift back to caress Danni’s tits. With the other, I stroke the outsides of her thighs through her skirt, then slip it under, keeping my eyes on her face. I can’t help thinking how beautiful she is when she doesn’t have her glasses in the way. She watches my arm intently, biting her lower lip, as I fondle her inner thigh, moving slowly closer to her sex. When I reach it, I intend to brush across her panties and back down the other thigh, but I’m surprised to find nothing but soft brown fuzz. I make a small, startled noise, and her eyes snap up to meet mine. She looks flustered and gasps out, “Well—I thought—I couldn’t help—wanting you. Despite everything. I hoped—somehow—you’d make me OK with it, and—well—I was jealous. I wanted—why were you eating them and not me? I wanted—what those girls were getting, and I thought—well—no underwear would make things—easier.” With a rush, she adds, “I’m not going anywhere else tonight.”

Except bed, I think with a smile. I bend my head to her unoccupied tit and lick the nipple, then swirl my tongue around it. At the same time, I run my middle finger the length of her slit, resting just inside her puffy lips, with the rest of my fingers stroking her soft, neatly-trimmed bush. Danni moans and grabs my head with both hands, pulling me tight to her breast. I turn my head to free my mouth and say, “Before we go any further, it might be a good idea to get rid of that skirt.”

Danni looks vaguely startled and says, “Of course—it’s a wraparound. Hang on a moment.” She lets go of my head, does something with her skirt, and it falls away; she lifts herself up and pulls it out from between us to drop it on the floor. Then she looks at me and says, “This isn’t fair,” tugging hard on my shirt. I let her take it off, and she bends forward and delicately licks one of my nipples. I moan softly, winning a satisfied grin from her. “They felt so nice through your shirt, I just had to try one,” she says smugly. I dip my finger a little deeper in her snatch to find the edges of her inner lips and draw it back, lightly stroking them most of the way to her clit. As I do that, I lightly pinch her nipple and roll it against my thumb. She throws her head back and moans, “Ooooooooh, Andrew, your hands are making me so hot—”

I know it’s generally rude to interrupt, but there are exceptions. I don’t think interrupting Danni by bending my head and suckling her unoccupied nipple is rude at all. Yes, she loses all power of speech, but I’m not trying to interrupt her. That’s just how it works out. I suckle her stiff little peak fast and hard, flicking it with my tongue, then capture it between my upper lip and lower jaw and lightly scrape it with my teeth. At that point, she gasps in a strangled voice, “Andrew! How . . .” I open my mouth and let my tongue play over her nipple and tease the tip, then caress it tenderly with my lips. My hands are at play as well. One is squeezing her other boob, tweaking its eager summit and kneading her supple titflesh. I dip the middle finger of the other hand all the way into her quim and stroke back and forth, dipping just inside the dripping mouth of her cunt at one end and just teasing her clit at the other. She shakes on my lap and moans, “Andrew, you’re making me so horny. I’m so turned on, you’ve got me so—fucking horny—you’re driving me wild. How are you doing this to me?”

I suck her nipple hard, pinch the other one, and directly stroke her clit, which has gotten quite large. Danni claps a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream as her climax erupts within her. I hold her close again as she goes utterly wild on my lap, but this time I hold her with just one arm—I keep the hand in her twat busy stroking her love button, just as I keep sucking her nipple. It’s difficult, given how hard she’s bucking on my lap, but I manage it.

When her body calms, I draw my hand from her twat and let go of her nipples. “Fuck,” Danni murmurs, overwhelmed to the point of profanity. “That was even better than the first time, and you haven’t even gone down on me yet.” She swings herself off my lap and lies down on her bed, spreading her legs wide. “Get out of those pants, baby,” she purrs, “so you’re as naked as I am, and get your mouth over here. Let me see your big cock, then get over here and eat my pussy.” I blink at this sudden transformation. Maybe I just got her horny enough to wipe out her inhibitions? Or maybe she just didn’t trust me enough to cut loose until now, I don’t know. Regardless, I stand up and drop my pants, prompting a low whistle from Danni when she sees my engorged prick spring loose. “Before you go down on me, baby,” she says in a sultry voice, “I want to get my hands on that heat you’re packing.”

I get up on my knees between her legs, and Danni sits up. She reaches out to my cockhead and lets her fingers explore it. “It’s so soft,” she murmurs in wonder. She runs a fingertip along the ridge at the base and down and around its curving slope. She collects some of my pre-cum on her fingers, then touches them to her lips in curiosity. “Mmmmm,” she says in surprise. “Sweet and salty.” She lubricates her hand with my pre-cum, then starts wanking my shaft, rotating her hand as she pumps me. She leans forward and licks the underside of my mushroom, then takes the whole head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and caressing it with her lips. She traces the cleft with the tip of her tongue, then sucks lightly on my cockhead and pulls gently. “Fuck, baby,” I moan, “have you done this before, or are you a natural genius? Ohhhhh, Danni, you could make me cum that way so easily, your mouth feels that good on my prick.”

Danni pulls off my mushroom with an audible “pop” and smiles seductively at the effect she was having on me. “I don’t want that, lover boy. I have other uses in mind for your cum later.” As her smile fades, some of her newfound self-assurance seems to go with it, leaving her unsure of herself again. She lies back on the bed, spreading her legs very wide, and reaches down with one hand to spread her pussy open for me. “Come here, baby,” she says in a voice throbbing with lust. “Come to my little pussy. It’s all yours.”

I arrange myself between Danni’s legs and get my first good look at her pussy. It’s much the same dusky purplish-rose as her nipples, surrounded by soft, neatly-trimmed brown hair. Her outer lips are puffy, so though her inner lips aren’t small, they’re still completely enclosed in her cleft. Her erect clit is big enough to be into “little dick” territory, sticking above her outer pussy lips. When I bend down to sample her fragrance, I discover that she’s wonderful—light, fruity, and spicy. I look up into her eyes and say, “Danni, your pussy is radiantly beautiful.”

“Really?” she asks in a small voice, eyes wide, looking intensely ****.

“Really,” I assert in a tone of complete certainty. “It’s gorgeous—as gorgeous as the rest of you.”

Danni blushes. “I’m not beautiful, but thank you—”

I interrupt her (and I don’t think this time is rude, either). “Yes, you are, baby. Take it from a healthy red-blooded male—and one who’s seen a fair number of the best-looking girls on campus naked this year. You’re a match for any of them, no question. Your ass and tits are perfect, you have sexy legs and a tight waist, and the only flaw in your face is those ugly glasses you wear. If you wore contacts, every guy at this school would know you’re a perfect 10.”

Danni flushes. “They are ugly glasses, aren’t they?” she murmurs. “Well, it was short notice . . . Anyway,” she says in a louder voice, “I’m keeping you from having your way with me, and I don’t want that.” She gives me a lustful little grin that makes my heart do a backflip.

I dive into her pussy with a will, caressing her lips with mine as I lap up her girl-honey with a broad, flat tongue. I let my tongue wander, exploring all her nooks and crannies and playing with her inner lips. Danni moans and grabs my head with both hands, pulling me into her quim. She waves her legs in the air, then settles them on my back with her ankles crossed between my shoulder blades. I reach up with a couple fingers and start teasing and caressing her love button, then plump my tongue up round and plunge it into the dripping mouth of her cunt, making her gasp and buck her hips. “Ooooooohhhh, Andrew, yeah, yeah, yeah,” she moans. “Fuck me with that tongue, baby. Rub my clit, eat me out—make a woman of me. Ohhhh, that feels so good, so good, so good. Your mouth feels so good on my pussy. Make me cum again, baby, please make me cum. Make me cum on your tongue. Don’t stop, don’t stop, eat me just like that like that like that, please, baby, make me cum.”

I let my tongue play in Danni’s honeypot for a while, then start rubbing it against the front wall of her cunt to stimulate her G-spot. I also capture her pearl between three fingers and start pumping it. “GAAAAH!” she gasps. “I’m so close—so close—so—so—I’m cumming!” Her tight cunt squeezes my tongue hard as her orgasm roars through her like an avalanche, she gives a thin, strangled scream, and her body goes completely wild. She bucks and thrashes so hard, it pulls my tongue out of her pussy, which is not at all comfortable. I do manage to keep my hand on her button and keep stimulating her while she rides out the thunder.

I let her calm down, then slip a finger into her hotbox to stroke her G-spot and fasten my mouth over her pearl. I suck gently on her button and tease it with my tongue; Danni mewls loudly and clamps her thighs around my head. I slip a second finger into her box and start suckling her pearl like a nipple, and her temperature rises. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, more, more, more,” she moans. “Fuck me with your fingers, baby, suck my clit, eat my pussy, just like that, just don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m so horny, you’ve got me so hot, you’ve got me so fucking hot, I’m so close to cumming, so close, please, baby, make me cum. Eat me crazy and make me cum. Make me cum hard on your tongue, make me cum hard on your fingers, all over your face. I’m so close—you eat me so good—more—yeah—FUCK!”

Danni’s fourth climax of the day blasts through her like a rocket. The sound that forces its way out of her throat is high and unearthly. She thrashes even more violently this time in some ways, but she doesn’t release her thigh-clamp on my head. That hurts, as I get jerked around a bit, but it also means I can keep driving her right through her orgasm—and I do, with pleasure. When she comes back down to earth, she apologizes for my sore neck. “Don’t apologize, baby,” I tell her. “I wouldn’t trade it—that was really fucking hot.”