Kristina

The nice thing about clients who are upperclassmen is that many of them can have me come to them, which is nicer than using the sorority house. The down side to that is the added time it takes to get there. I walk up to the apartment building muttering under my breath; this client didn’t give me good directions, and I’m barely going to be on time. I find the buzz-in panel, and the button for her apartment—LEWIS, 212—and punch it harder than it probably requires. After a moment, the speaker asks, “Andrew?”

“Yes,” I say.

“I’ve got the door. Come on up.” The door to the building buzzes, and I pull it open. On my way to her apartment, I review what I know about this client. She’s a senior named Kristina Lewis whose fiancé graduated last spring and has gone on to graduate school in another state. Not only is she deeply in love with him, apparently he’s a fabulous lover who has accustomed her to a highly-active sex life. In particular, he’s one of those rare guys who absolutely loves eating pussy. Having gone from that to virtual chastity, she’s looking for ways to satisfy herself without risking her relationship.

I knock on the door of 212. It opens, and I briefly lose the ability to speak. Standing in the doorway is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Kristina Lewis is a goddess with light-bronze skin. She’s of slightly below-average height for a woman, with hazel-green eyes in a round face shaped by shoulder-length golden-brown curls. She has not-quite-huge breasts, a slender waist, and flaring hips, giving her a flawlessly classic pinup-quality hourglass figure—which is flattered and displayed by the silk-and-lace emerald-green-and-black teddy and emerald-green pumps in which she answers the door. The neckline of her teddy dives well below her large tits, leaving a wide, deep V that exposes a stunning expanse of cleavage (or perhaps an expanse of stunning cleavage). A length of ribbon (or something) extends from each side to tie just below her bust, holding the sides together and her curvy beauties in.

The only thing that doesn’t match is her voice, which isn’t sultry, it’s a girlishly bubbly soprano. I should know better, but from her voice I’d formed a mental picture of . . . well, I’m not quite sure, but not a knockout like this. Kristina smiles at my reaction, murmurs, “Set cleavage to ‘stun,’” and draws me into the apartment. Once she’s closed the door, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my head down for a long, deep kiss. I grab her ass, for balance as much as anything—check off another box; hers is so round and tight, I can’t help groping her. She purrs into my mouth and kisses me harder.

When Kristina breaks off, my head reels. “Thank you for coming,” she says quietly. “From your expression, I think I could give you the night of your dreams, if I wanted to. I wish I could, but I could never do that to Rob.” She turns to lead me into the apartment, wagging a flawless apple-shaped ass as she walks. “All I can give you—besides the money, of course—” (which she picks up from a table near the door and hands to me, together with the referral card) “—is whatever pleasure you get from making a woman cum on your tongue.”

“Which is considerable, I assure you.” My voice creaks a little, like it had been trying to rust shut.

“But not enough to satisfy you, I know,” Kristina says sympathetically. “Well, if you end up fantasizing about me when you jack off, don’t think you need to feel guilty. The idea doesn’t upset me, it turns me on. In fact,” she adds with a wicked grin over her shoulder, “if you have any interesting fantasies, you might share them with me on future visits. It might make things a little more fun.”

With an attempt at nonchalance, I reply, “Future visits, huh? You’re already planning on that?”

As we enter the bedroom, Kristina says, “I roomed with Shar freshman year. We aren’t close, by any means—we care about different things—but one thing the girl definitely knows is sex. If she comes to me raving about how good you are with your tongue and telling me you can help me survive Rob’s absence, I have no doubt we’ll be doing this again and again and again. I have the money, I have the need, and you have the gift. Now—” With that, she wraps her arms around me and kisses me again. I can’t resist; my hands go right to her ass. She pulls back briefly and says, “You like my ass, don’t you, baby?”

“It’s perfect,” I say, and renew the kiss. I’m so focused on making out with Kristina that I don’t notice she’s maneuvering us until the backs of my legs hit the bed. The box spring is sitting on the floor, so the mattress catches me below the knees. I go over backward, and she comes down on top of me. She grabs my legs and swings them onto the bed, then straddles me on hands and knees.

“I love being on top,” Kristina says. “I love the view it gives my man, which makes me feel really sexy, and I love how it leaves his hands free for all the things he needs to be touching.” She kisses me briefly, then adds, “Feel free to take advantage.” She kisses me deeply and hungrily, claiming my mouth with her tongue. I give her ass one more squeeze, then send my hands roaming. She purrs into my mouth as I explore her smooth back. I let one hand play in her hair while I stroke her cheek with the other as we kiss, then trace her jawline and the flawless column of her neck. I run my hands over her shoulders and down her sides to her hips, then back up to claim her heavy melons. She breaks off the kiss just long enough to say, “That’s right, baby, go wild with my big titties. Don’t slap them, but feel free to play hard. I like it a little rough.” She moans into my mouth as I give them a preliminary squeeze.

I take my time fondling her tits through her teddy. They’re abundant delights of smooth skin and supple flesh, the perfect combination of soft and firm. I enjoy the contrast as my hands pass from skin-tight silk to silken skin and back. I love the way they feel when I squeeze them, and the way Kristina reacts as I knead her titflesh. I love the fact that her nipples are so aroused and so big that they’re visible bumps in the silk, and I’m incredibly aroused by the way her breath catches as I play with them.

My desire for her tits grows until at last I can’t help myself—I untie the knot and pull them free of the teddy. “That’s it, stud,” Kristina murmurs into my mouth. “Take what you want, give me what I want.” In my excitement, I grab them hard and give her nipples a simultaneous sharp pinch; she throws back her head and moans, and I can feel her trembling a little. I lean my head up and kiss her neck, running my tongue along her throat and sucking gently, as I fondle her tits. “Mmmmmm, Andrew, that’s fucking good,” she purrs. “You know what you’re doing.”

Encouraged, I continue kissing Kristina all over from jawline to collarbone. I let her heavy curves hang freely, place my hands against their undersides, and stroke them, back to front, letting their weight keep them in place for my touch. They’re beautifully shaped; as they hang, they’re no wider at the bottom than where they meet her chest. If anything, they narrow slightly. I caress them all over with my fingertips, feeling them swing with my gentle pressure. I lift them up and forward, feeling their weight in my fingers and their eager nipples boring into my palms. Then I bury my head between them, holding them against myself and rubbing my face all over them, enjoying the silky softness of her skin against mine. As I do, I flick my thumbs over her stiff titbuds. “Fuck me, baby,” she moans, “you know how to love titties. Ohhhhhh, fuck me hard, if I didn’t have Rob . . .”

Kristina shuffles forward to bring her hanging curves into easy reach of my mouth. I start kissing all over her supple titflesh, holding them together at points so I can kiss both at once, then swinging them apart to kiss the insides of each in turn. “Keep that up, baby,” she murmurs, “just keep that up.” I start licking and sucking as I claim every inch of her boobs with my lips, then move in at last to fasten my mouth on one of her nipples.

As I pinch her thick little bud with my lips and flick it with my tongue, Kristina moans, “Ooooooh, fuck me sideways, you have a talented mouth, baby. I can’t wait to feel it on my—ohhhhhhhhh—pussy. If I didn’t have Rob, baby, you’d do—you would more than do. Andrew, I hope you find yourself a busty little tit-slut to make deliriously happy with that talented mouth and that big fucking mommy-maker I know you’re packing back there.” My cock seems to grow longer with every sentence, but it really jumps when she adds, “Then maybe sometime the four of us can get together and really have some fun.” Some part of the back of my mind isn’t sure I’d actually be comfortable doing that, but at the moment, it feels like the sexiest thing imaginable.

I lay my head back for a moment to admire the nipples on which I’m feasting. Kristina has mildly puffy nipples; her areolae are shallow purplish-brown domes crowned with the thick rounded pegs of her titbuds. Since one is wet from my saliva, I capture the other between my teeth. I hear her breath catch in her throat in anticipation before I lightly bite down, making her cry out in pleasure. I take the nipple well into my mouth and suckle it hard, swirling my tongue around it; I grab the other and try to pinch it, enjoying the sensation as her slick little peak pops out of my fingers, then trying again. Her moans get louder and more ragged when her nipple is dry enough that I can pull it and twist.

It isn’t long before Kristina sits up, pulling her sweet melons away from my mouth and hands. She gets off me to pull the teddy all the way off, then straddles my face. She hovers above me and reaches down with both hands to spread her twat for my inspection. She’s dripping wet, which is no surprise, given that her body is quivering with arousal. I suspect it won’t be long before she cums at least once. I raise my head to fill my nose with her pussy’s perfume, and I’m charmed by her light, sweet, mellow scent. I lay my head back to look at her. Unlike her nipples, her pussy is a bright baby-doll pink. Her outer lips are large, and so are her inner lips; her clit isn’t exactly long, but it’s surprisingly thick for its length. “Kristina,” I say, “I love your pussy. It’s gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she says softly, then lowers herself slowly onto my face. I start licking her out as soon as she’s in range of my tongue. She moans, then shifts. She clearly has an agenda, because she poises her hot, dripping pussy mouth over my tongue, then settles down on it. If Kristina wants a good tongue-fucking, I’m game. I reach up and grab her tits; I enjoy fondling and squeezing them as I probe her molten depths with my tongue. I twirl my tongue, curl it, flex it in various ways, and then start rubbing it along the front wall of her cunt, licking for her G-spot. With everything I do, she gets more vocal. “Fuck me, baby, give me that fucking tongue,” she moans. “Fuck my hot cunt with that tongue. Lick me out, lick my pussy, fill my pussy with your tongue. Eat me out, baby, drink my juices, fill your mouth with me. Ohhhhh, fuck me wild, your tongue is soooooo fucking good, Andrew. Eat me ’til I cum, baby. Make me cum on your tongue, all over your face. Fuck me crazy, your tongue has me so fucking close.”

When I realize that if I drop my jaw and tilt my head back, I can rub her clit with my nose, she goes off like a Roman candle. To my surprise after all her chatter, her orgasm is soundless, as if her throat is too locked down to make a sound. I can feel it in her body, though, as she writhes above me like a flame in the breeze, and her cunt squeezes my tongue hard enough that I can’t move it. She floods my mouth with her girl-cum, which is wonderful. Unfortunately, she comes down pretty hard on my face, and in the position I’m in, that hurts; when she lifts off me, I’m sore, and I know it will probably be worse later.

Sore or not, though, I’m happy when instead of getting off me, Kristina shifts so I can lock my lips on her love button. I take her in my mouth and suck on her like I’m trying to drink a milkshake through her clit, fluttering my tongue around her pearl as I do. Her voice sounds rougher as she moans, “Fuck yeah, Andrew, suck me like that—suck my clit just like that. Fuck me, you have a magic mouth. You like that clit, baby? You like feeling me cum hard all over your fucking face? Ooooooh, fuck me sideways, that’s good, that’s good, that’s so fucking good. Make me cum, baby, make me cum on your tongue so hard I can’t breathe. I’m so close, so, so, so, so fucking close.” Her eruption is sudden and drastic; her body goes wild above me, she presses her clit into my face, and I’m suddenly glad I’m wearing an old T-shirt, because it’s going to smell like pussy until I can get it washed.

As her climax recedes, Kristina starts to sit back on her heels, and I’m seized by a moment of lunatic inspiration. I dig my elbows into the bed and surge up with my core and lower back muscles, starting me sitting up and unbalancing her backward. I bring my arms up to keep her knees hooked around my shoulders and grab her lower back. I’m going to be sore from this later, too, but I don’t care. I use her momentum as she topples backward to help pull me into a sitting position; I spread my legs so that when her shoulders and neck land on the bed, she hits the mattress and not my bones. With my weight counterbalancing hers, she lands softly on the bed, looking up at me in wonder; her knees are over my shoulders, and my arms and hands are holding her hips at almost the right level to feast on her sex. She braces herself with her arms and thrusts her hips further up, resting more of her weight on my shoulders. This eases the load on my forearms, and frees me to slip a hand into her snatch. I look down at the startled hunger on her face and say in a mock-growl, “I’m not done eating yet.”

Kristina looks back at me in rapt concentration and moans, “Fuck me, you’re good, baby—so fucking good . . .”

I start playing with her pearl with my thumb and forefinger, and her eyes roll back in her head. I lap at her twat, drinking her juices, then tease and stroke her inner lips before plunging my tongue back into her honeypot. I plump my tongue up round and thrust it in and out a number of times, earning a gasp, then flatten it out and start licking her G-spot, rubbing it with the rough middle of my tongue. “Eat my pussy, baby,” Kristina moans. “Eat me so fucking good—so fucking good. Take me with your mouth, devour me. Fuck my hot little pussy with your tongue. Eat me good, so good, so good. Fuck me hard, that’s good.” Her voice begins to rise in pitch and volume, and gets louder when I start very lightly pinching her clit. When I snake my other hand around for a quick pinch of her nipple, her body erupts. I have to grab her hips firmly with both hands to keep her in place—she’s bucking so hard, she could hurt herself, and maybe me too. The grip of her cunt anchors my face to her quim, and I suck eagerly as her girl-cum spurts into my mouth.

This time, when Kristina’s body relaxes, I let her down. I scoot back against the wall and take stock; my face hurts, and my lower back and abs are starting to protest. I don’t care. That was incredibly hot, and I don’t regret anything at all. Whatever soreness I end up having is more than worth making her cum that epically hard. I look down and smile; it looks like she came so hard, she lost consciousness.

After a few moments, Kristina stirs and looks at me. “Fuck me,” she breathes, “that was hot, baby. I’m not sure even Rob has ever eaten me much better than that.” My utterly engorged prick twitches at that, and her eyes lock onto it. She begins to tremble, and a wild look comes into her eyes. “Fuck me hard,” she gasps, “but I want that big fucking cock of yours. I fucking need that big fucking mommymaker hammering my pussy right fucking now. Baby, tell me I’m not going to do that. Tell me you’re not going to let me do that, because if you don’t, I don’t think I can keep my hands off it, and if I get my hands on it, I won’t be able to keep it out of my pussy, and I won’t be able to stop until I’ve fucked you silly. Please, Andrew, I want you so fucking bad—I want to take you and fuck that pussyhammer until neither of us can walk straight. Please, save me from myself.”