Let Derek put his mouth on me — surrender to whatever he wants to do with his tongue.

1 Breedmore Lane, Maplewood Suburbs, at 8:23 PM on Friday October 31, 2024

Derek's mouth lands on my pussy like a brand.

His tongue — broad, hot, impossibly soft — drags a slow, flat stroke from the base of my slit all the way up to my clit, and every nerve ending in my body ignites at once. I cry out, my back arching off the couch, my hands flying to his head and tangling in his short dark hair. The sound that escapes me is animal — a raw, keening moan that I've never heard myself make before.

"There it is," he murmurs against my folds, his lips vibrating against my swollen flesh. "That's the sound I wanted."

His tongue circles my clit — slow, deliberate spirals that make my thighs shake and my hips buck. He pins them down with his big hands, his thumbs pressing into the soft hollows of my hipbones, holding me open and still for his mouth. I can feel my juices running down, dripping onto the couch cushion beneath me, and the obscene wet sound of his tongue lapping at my cunt fills the quiet room.

"You taste like fucking candy," Derek groans, and then his lips seal around my clit and he sucks — gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking the trapped bud while suction pulls it into his mouth. My vision whites out at the edges.

"Oh fuck — oh fuck oh fuck —" I'm babbling, my fingers tightening in his hair, my spine curving like a bow. The pleasure is building in my core like a wave swelling — I've made myself cum before, plenty of times, but this is different. This is someone else's mouth on me, someone else's tongue working my most sensitive flesh with practiced, devastating skill. His stubble scrapes against my inner thighs and the rough texture makes me gasp.

He releases my clit and drags his tongue lower, probing the entrance to my virgin hole. The tip of his tongue pushes inside — just barely — and my walls clench around the intrusion, gripping the slippery muscle as it wriggles deeper. He fucks me with his tongue in slow, shallow thrusts, each one coating his face in more of my slick arousal.

"Such a tight little virgin cunt," he breathes, pulling back to look at my glistening pussy. A string of my juices connects his lower lip to my swollen folds. "I can feel how badly you need to cum. Your pussy's trying to suck my tongue deeper."

I whimper — a desperate, broken sound — and he laughs low in his throat before diving back in. This time his tongue works my clit in rapid, tight circles while two thick fingers slide along my soaked slit, gathering my wetness before one presses — slowly, inexorably — into my virgin entrance.

The stretch burns. His finger is thicker than my own, calloused and insistent, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and sinking knuckle-deep into my dripping channel. I gasp at the intrusion — the strange fullness of having something inside me for the first time — but the pain melts almost instantly into a deep, aching pressure that makes my toes curl inside my boots.

"That's it," Derek coos against my clit, his finger curling inside me, finding a spot on my front wall that sends lightning through my pelvis. "Relax for me, baby. Let me make you feel good."

His mouth returns to my clit — sucking, flicking, relentless — while his finger curls and strokes that devastating spot inside me. The wave is building faster now, impossibly fast, my thighs trembling violently on either side of his head. I can feel my pussy clenching rhythmically around his finger, my juices soaking his hand, dripping down his wrist.

"Derek — I'm — I'm gonna —" I can barely form words.

"Cum for me, Luna," he commands against my flesh, his voice rough with hunger. "Cum on my tongue like a good girl."

And I shatter.

My orgasm crashes through me like a dam breaking — my pussy clamps down on his finger so hard he groans, my clit pulsing against his mouth in rapid, electric spasms. My hips buck wildly, grinding against his face, and a gush of wetness floods from my cunt, soaking his chin, his jaw, dripping down his neck. I scream — actually scream — my voice cracking as wave after wave of pleasure tears through my body, my vision going completely white, every muscle in my core seizing and releasing in violent contractions.

He doesn't stop. His tongue keeps working my clit through the aftershocks, his finger still curling inside my spasming walls, drawing out every last tremor until I'm sobbing and shaking and pushing weakly at his head.

"Too much — it's too much —"

He pulls back slowly, his face glistening with my cum, his silver eyes blazing with hunger. His finger slides out of me with a wet pop, trailing a thick string of my juices.

"One down," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I promised you more than one."