Eating a sister on a Monday morning

Monday morning. Urgh. And a rainy Monday, to boot. As I’m walking to class, though, I get a ray of sunshine when my work number rings. “Hello, this is Andrew.”

“I understand you provide . . . special services for damsels in distress,” a woman says.

“Well, I don’t do dragons,” I reply, “but yes.”

Her answering laugh is musical. “Fast on your feet,” she says approvingly, “and you know what they say about a man’s feet. That’s a good sign. My name is Teah; I’m one of the sisters in Epsilon Lambda Tau. Are you available this morning?”

Wow, that’s seriously short notice; I have an hour break after this class, and that’s it. I tell her what time I have, and she says, “If you come right to the house, that will give me time for a quickie before I have to leave. Don’t worry, I’m not angling for a discount; if you’re as good as Alyssa says, I’ll be hoping for longer sessions later.”

“Did she explain the terms?” I ask.

“Yes. I’m disease-free, and I’m just getting in the shower; and payment is cash up front.”

“That’s right. I’ll see you at the house as quickly as I can get there,” I assure her.

Teah laughs again. “You’d better. Our president says to tell you she wants her first rent check. This will be a quickie for me, but not so much for you.”

*******

A blond Amazon greets me at the door of the sorority house. She holds out her hand and says, “I’m Shar—I’m the president of Epsilon Lambda Tau. Since Teah’s a sister here, you’ll service her in her room. She’s upstairs waiting for you; you’ll see her name on the door. Once you’re done with her, come down to my room at the end of the hall for your rent payment.”

I nod and head upstairs. I knock on the door labeled “TEAH JACKSON” and am invited in. Sitting on a towel in a chair with her legs spread, currently frigging herself, is a tall woman with an oblong face who looks to be of East African heritage, with very dark skin and hair. I think she’s relatively small-breasted, but I’m not certain, because she’s mostly dressed; the only thing she’s missing, under her skirt, is panties. She holds out the cash and says, “Come over here and eat me, stud. No time for preliminaries, so I’ve gotten myself ready for you. We can have more fun another time, if you’re worth it.”

I take the money and referral card and kneel before Teah. She’s ready, alright—I don’t have to get very close before I pick up her scent. It isn’t very sweet, but spicy with an appealingly bitter note. I kneel before her (she’s thoughtfully provided a pillow) and open her pussy. Her outer lips are very dark, as I expect, and also very small. To my surprise, when I spread her large inner lips, their inside is bright pink. The contrast is startling, and beautiful. Her clit is a medium-sized pink pearl emerging from beneath an ebony hood. She’s already wet with pussy dew, which makes everything shine. I look up at her and say, “Your pussy is beautiful.”

Teah smiles in anticipation, then moans with pleasure as I fasten my lips on hers. I lightly kiss her outer lips, then suck her big inner lips into my mouth, with my tongue between them. As I suck on them, I lick their insides back and forth. She doesn’t say anything, just moans wordlessly and hums. I can tell from her heart rate, though, that she’s fairly close to cumming.

Since I know she’s in a hurry, I decide to go for it. I slip a finger into her hotbox, then a second one. I find what I think is her G-spot—it isn’t really raised, more like a rough patch—and begin to stroke it. At the same time, I give her clit my oral attentions. I start off curling my tongue around it, then lick it in circles and tease its tip. Teah moans and bubbles and begins jerking her hips, so I know I’m doing something right. I suck her pearl as deep into my mouth as I can and begin working it like I’m trying to suck the coating off an M&M. She begins to writhe, so I finger her faster and lash her clit with my tongue.

Suddenly, Teah’s back arches and she makes a sound like a steam engine venting its cylinders as it stops; her pussy clamps down on my fingers hard enough to make my knuckles hurt, and my hand and arm are covered in her girl cum. I keep working her G-spot as well as I can and sucking her clit as fast as I can, and her orgasm just keeps rolling through her.

Eventually, her body relaxes all at once and she says, “Stop!” I stop and sit back on my heels. Teah looks at me and in a thick voice says, “I would so fuck you if I had time.” She looks at the clock and her face brightens. “I do have time!” Then she reconsiders. “Not for the cleanup, though. But next time—your cock is mine.” She mops herself up with the towel, while I clean my face with a wet wipe from the package I’ve taken to carrying with me. In a few minutes, we’re both out the door. “Now it’s Shar’s turn,” Teah says, then turns to head down the stairs.