Eating well

I pounce on Noelle, diving into her flooded quim headfirst. She has a deep cleft with puffy outer lips and thick inner lips that don’t quite stick out, all a dusky rose that shades just a little more to purple than her nipples. Her clit, which is a little larger than average, stands out proudly from its hood; it’s a slightly paler pink than the skin around it and looks pearlescent with its coating of girl-honey. Predictably, she smells mostly of sex, but there’s a strong spicy note as well.

Under the circumstances, I don’t think there’s any reason for a slow buildup. I fasten my lips around Noelle’s pearl and suckle it like a nipple as I start corkscrewing two fingers in and out of her flowing creampot. She bucks her hips, thrusting her snatch into my face and moaning, “Fuck yeah—suck that fucking clit—suck it hard—more—more—finger that pussy—fuck that slut pussy hard and fast—pound my cunt with your big fucking fingers—just like that, just like that—more—more—harder—harder—”

I leave my fingers palm-up after a while and find Noelle’s G-spot. It isn’t prominent, just a rough patch on the front wall of her tunnel, but her reaction when I focus on it is strong. I stop suckling her clit and just suck hard, like I’m trying to suck a watermelon through a straw. Her words dissolve into incoherent moans, and their pitch starts rising. Time to finish her off. I pull back with my head as far as I can and hum John McVie’s signature bass riff from “The Chain,” pressing hard into her G-spot and curling my fingers. Noelle gasps, then bounces on the bed and shrieks like an enraged falcon. Her body writhes and thrashes, bouncing furiously, and her hotbox goes into wild spasms, clenching and releasing my fingers in some sort of demented Morse-code pattern.

When I can pull my fingers out, I quickly trade places in her quim before she can catch her breath. I plump my tongue up round and stick it as deep into her sex as I can manage. I capture her joystick with my pussy-wet fingers, pinch it, and wiggle it around. Noelle gasps, pants a couple times, and then shrieks again as another orgasm hammers through her like a runaway freight train.

Noelle’s climax takes long enough to give me time to think. She wants me to call her “slut” and “whore”—I wonder if she’d like it if I took over. Can I push it? When she slumps back onto the bed, I decide to try. “Get up on your hands and knees, slut. Get up on your hands and knees so I can give that slutty little whore pussy the fucking it deserves.”

Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops, but stunned amazement is quickly replaced by an expression of naked hunger. She scrambles around with alacrity and waggles her ass at me. “Fuck yeah, stud,” she breathes. “Come fuck me like a bitch in heat. Pound me into the fucking bed and make me your bitch. Pound me with that big fucking pussyhammer—fucking take me—make me your slutty little bitch.”