. . . I take her upstairs and feast

“. . . come with me.” I take Scarlett’s hand, draw her to her feet, and lead her to my bedroom. Fortunately, I changed all the sheets and had the house cleaned thoroughly before the party last weekend, and I always make the bed; it’s just a man’s bedroom now and has been for six years, but I do have my pride. I can tell from her body language when she walks through the door that she was expecting more of a stereotypical bachelor’s bedroom, and is pleased—and even a little aroused?—to find a well-decorated, well-kept room.

I turn to Scarlett and unzip her skirt, leaving her perfectly nude. “Pull the sheets back and lie on the bed,” I tell her. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.” She does as she’s told, quivering with anticipation. I take off my shirt and hang it on a peg, then get on all fours above her. I start with my lips on hers, kissing her gently but thoroughly. She responds hungrily, but I pull away enough to keep the kiss light. She grabs my prick with both hands and tries to pull me down into her; I murmur in her ear, “Not yet, baby girl.” I lick her ear delicately, then trail kisses along her jawline. I kiss the underside of her jaw, her throat, and around to the side of her neck, then down to the curve where it meets the shoulder. When I kiss her there, she trembles and shakes, so I give that area extra attention.

I plant kisses all along the clavicle to the notch where it meets the sternum, then down the valley between Scarlett’s gorgeous peaks. I sit back on my heels so I can take my hands off the bed; supporting a little weight on my elbows, I grab a tit with each hand and press them against my face, rubbing them against my cheeks and turning my head back and forth. I knead her big globes, pressing my fingers into their soft firmness and enjoying the feel of her silken skin, and let my mouth explore them in a leisurely way. “Oooooooh,” she breathes. “Kiss my boobs, Mr. Harrison . . . rub them, squeeze them . . . Do you like my big boobies, Mr. Harrison? You don’t think they’re too big, do you?”

I lift my head to look Scarlett in the eyes. “They’re gorgeous, baby girl. I love them. Can’t you tell?”

I return my attention to her tits, caressing them with my lips and stroking them with my tongue; I suck in mouthfuls of her supple titflesh, reveling in the softness. I kiss all the way around them, avoiding the areolae, nibbling occasionally, and maybe even leaving a hickey or two. It isn’t long before she’s begging, “Suckle my nipples, Mr. Harrison, please suckle them . . . I need your mouth on them—need to feel you—they’re aching for you—please, Mr. Harrison, I’m a good girl . . . I’ll be your good little slut . . . anything . . . please suckle them . . .” She grabs my head and tries to pull it over, but I don’t let her hurry me.

When I do work my way up one of Scarlett’s ample mounds, latch onto its quivering pink tip, and suck hard, she gasps, “Ohhhh, Mr. Harrison . . .” I can feel a small orgasm roll over her. Man, she really got herself worked up. I suck her nipples deep, filling my mouth with tit, and lave them with my tongue; I stroke them with my lips, lick them, and flick them with my tongue. I suckle them fast and slow, and even scrape them with my teeth. “Yeah—yeah—yeah—” she moans. “More—more—more—more . . . Suck my nipples—lick them—bite my slutty little nipples—your mouth is so fucking good, Mr. Harrison—so fucking good . . .” I suck one hard pink point into my mouth and pull my head back; she mewls, and when I slip a hand between her legs to tease her clit, her voice rises to an orgasmic shriek. She comes down from that shuddering. After a few moments, she says breathily, “You’re so fucking good, Mr. Harrison . . . You’ve spent more time kissing my boobies than most guys I’ve dated would spend fucking me.”

“Their loss,” I say, giving one stiff pink bud a quick nip to make her mewl. “You can bolt a Big Mac and not notice it, but when you sit down to a perfectly-cooked porterhouse, you should take time to enjoy it. Breasts like yours—full, heavy, perfectly shaped, with perky nipples and flawless skin—should be savored. There’s very little better in this world than a perfect pair of big tits. When I have a pair this good to feast on, why wouldn’t I want to take my time enjoying them?”

By now, Scarlett’s face matches her name, but even through the blush, the lust on her face is clear. “Make me your slut, Mr. Harrison,” she finally says, her voice throbbing with need. “You make me so fucking horny . . . I need you—I need your cock in my teeny little pussy . . . Please fuck me . . . please fuck my tight little teen pussy with your big thick cock—please, Mr. Harrison, I’ll be a good little slut, just fuck me hard—pound that slutty little pussy, make me cum—make me cum screaming your name . . .”

“Not yet, baby girl,” I say again. Scarlett moans in frustration.

I’m going to play this my own way, but I do make one concession to her horny impatience: rather than kissing my way down her torso and spending a little time teasing her belly button, I go right to her quim and dive in. Or at least, that’s the plan. Before I can quite get my lips on hers, Scarlett asks in an awed voice, “Are you going to eat my pussy?”

I look up into her wide eyes. “Of course, sexy girl. A good pussy, if kept clean, is one of this world’s great delicacies, and no two are alike. Any man who doesn’t eat pussy is depriving himself of much of the pleasure of sex.”

Scarlett’s eyes keep widening through this speech. “None of my boyfriends ever wanted to eat me,” she says quietly. “They said it was gross. Most of them wouldn’t do it; the ones who did just wanted to get it over with. I’ve never been eaten that I enjoyed.”

“Well, baby girl, your boyfriends were fools and dolts who deprived both you and themselves. You and I are both going to enjoy this very much.” With that, I bend my head, spread Scarlett’s large inner lips with my thumbs, take a deep breath, and start lapping at her juicy quim with a broad, flat tongue. She tastes like she smells, tart and floral and musky, like lemonade and rich perfume. She grabs my head with both hands and waves her feet in the air, moaning and whimpering. I trace her inner lips with my tongue, then suck one into my mouth and pull on it, nipping it gently.

When I tease her hot, wet hole with the tip of my tongue, Scarlett yelps. I plump it up round like a little dick—I don’t know anyone else who can do this, but I’ve always found it a blessing for eating pussy—and push it into her honeypot. “Oh, wow,” she breathes. “More, more, fuck me with that tongue—ooooh, I like that—that feels so naughty—eat me like a naughty little slut . . .” I let go of her labia and reach one hand up to diddle her clit; the first touch triggers a small orgasm. When she can speak again, Scarlett moans, “Do you like that sweet little teen pussy, Mr. Harrison? Taste me—feed on me—own me with your mouth—own that slutty little pussy . . . I’ll do anything, Mr. Harrison, just don’t stop . . . Your fingers feel so good on my button—your tongue fucks my naughty cunt so good—make me cum on your tongue, Mr. Harrison, please, make me cum all over your face—make me cum so hard I squirt . . .”

I flip my tongue from round to rolled, and she mewls wildly. I use my tongue as a sluice to suck out her girl-honey; Scarlett heaves a shuddering breath and cries out my name. I tweak her pearl lightly between two fingers and start flexing my rolled tongue against the walls of her cunt. “Fuck yeah, Mr. Harrison, that’s so fucking good,” she gasps. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, but—oooooh, fuck, just like that with your tongue, just like that, feast on me, make me your little slut with that hot fucking tongue—that feels in-fucking-credible. Please, Mr. Harrison, eat me out, play with my clit, press my sweet little button, suck me dry—fuck you’re making me horny, making me so fucking hot . . . Make your baby girl cum, Mr. Harrison—make your sweet baby girl cum—I’m a good little slut, please make me cum—I’m getting so close, don’t stop, I need to cum, keep eating me, make your good little slut cum all over your face . . .”

I flatten my tongue and curl it upward, feeling for Scarlett’s G-spot. When I find it, I start rasping it with the flat of my tongue. “Aaah, aaaahh, aaaaahhh—” she pants, her voice rising to a breaking point; when I give her clit a little pinch, she breaks with a shriek like a hunting falcon. Her climax fires her nerves; she writhes and trembles with the **** of it. I can feel her cunt clamping down, squeezing my tongue, then releasing it only to clamp down again.

When Scarlett relaxes, I trade places in her pussy, locking my lips on her little pearl and piercing her sex with two fingers. “Aaaaaaahhhhhh fuck!” she cries, “too much, too much, too much—don’t stop—don’t—aaaahhhhh!” I corkscrew her tunnel with my fingers and suckle her clit like a nipple; she bucks her hips and thrashes. “So good—suck my clit—lick it—fuck can’t take any more—don’t stop don’tstopdon’tfuckingstop—love your fingers—fuck that hot little pussy hard—pound those fingers—fuck I can’t—I can’t—ohhhhh, Mr. Harrison, take your slut—own your slut—eat jher slutty little clit—that’s so fucking crazy good, I’m so fucking crazy horny, so fucking crazy high—it’s too much, too fucking much, don’t stop, I can’t take it don’t stop, make me cum, make me fucking cum hard, need to cum or I’ll go crazy—make me—make me—fuck—fuck—fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!”

Scarlett lets out a tearing scream as her body explodes in her biggest orgasm yet. Her hotbox roils and spasms around my fingers, at times squeezing hard enough to hurt. She thrashes and twists and bucks her hips and rolls her head back and forth; her huge tits flop around wildly with the **** of her movement. I reach up with my free hand to see if I can do anything, and manage to catch both nipples at once with my outspread fingers, making her shriek.

When Scarlett’s eyes eventually flicker open, she looks at me and says, awed, “Fuck, Mr. Harrison . . . That was better than any cock I’ve ever had—you have a magic fucking mouth . . . If your cock is as good as your mouth, I may end up cumming to ****.” Her eyes close and she murmurs, “What a way to go . . .”