Tanner: We eat Claire's pussy

POV: Tanner

Stretch out on the bed,” I command her.

The bedroom is spacious with a king bed with fresh sheets and soft light. Claire settles on her back in the center, legs slightly parted, looking both **** and inviting.

We want to worship her, make her feel like the center of our universe. She comes first, multiple times, before we fuck her.

Deion is up first. His head game isn’t quite at my level, but he gets the job done. Claire’s hands go to his shaved head as the powerful, dark man settles between her thighs. She massages his scalp, then drifts to her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she climbs. I’m amused to see she’s no stranger to pleasuring herself. Her prominent clit is an easy target; Deion focuses there, tongue circling, sucking gently. Predictably, her orgasm arrives fast with hips bucking, soft cries, and thighs trembling around his head.

“That was a good one,” she breathes, still flushed and glowing as Deion slides up beside her. “Thanks, guys.”

We could fuck her now. I’m aching to close the deal before she second-guesses; I'm dying to feel her pussy finally wrapped around me. But something holds me back. I care about Claire too much. If we keep it slow, she’ll have the night of her life. I want her begging before we give her cock. Plus, I’m going to really enjoy making her come. She's never had head as good as mine.

She turns to me and puckers her lips. I lean in for the kiss, and she whispers, “Let’s see what you got.”

I grin, up for the challenge. “Lift your bum. I’m going to be down here for a while.”

I slide a pillow underneath, propping her up perfectly. She’s staring at Deion’s erection as I settle between her legs.

I love Claire’s juicy, shaved pussy. It's framed by symmetrical, glistening flaps that beg to be spread. They're the biggest lips I’ve ever seen. I tell her how much I love them just in case she's self-conscious, and I get the biggest genuine smile I could hope for.

I slowly work my way up from kisses on her inner thighs to slow sucks on those big lips jutting out. My tongue explores her perineum, brushes the rim of her asshole for a teasing second, then slides up between the meaty lips to flick her clit. She gasps. I chuckle at her impatience when I pull back, teasing her entrance before returning to her clit. She’s close already. I swirl under the hood, coaxing out that large nub, then suck it fully into my mouth. Her body tenses, breath held, one hand on my head, the other pinching her nipple. I release the suction, then attack with rapid flicks. She breaks, and the orgasm crashes over her, hips lifting, thighs clamping my ears, soft cries turning into moans.

“Wow,” she exhales, chest heaving.

“Yeah, he’s pretty good at that,” Deion says.

I give her a moment, then let my hand drift to her soaked pussy. I ease one finger inside. Claire gasps, hand darting down, perhaps startled by the first real penetration of the night. but she relaxes quickly. She’s hot, slick, and tighter than I expected.

“Is that okay?” I ask. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She grins, a little mysterious. “It’s been a while.”

“Deion, pass the lube.”

He hands me the small bottle, the same one he used on me last night. My ass clenches at the memory. Claire’s so lucky she'll get to experience being stretched by him, too. She could handle my slim length now, but Deion’s massive girth is going to wreck her tight little pussy. She needs extra help getting ready for him.

I squirt gel on two fingers, warm it between them, coat her lips and opening. She tenses as I push in slowly.

“Whew… easy,” she says, trusting me.

Her walls grip hard, and she looks uncomfortable. I pause inside her, resting, letting her adjust. “Very tight,” I murmur, rocking gently. I lick her clit again for a distraction, then slowly work the fingers in and out. Her pussy loosens slightly and gets noisier with cute wet squelches. But even with lube, two fingers feel like a stretch. I don’t want to push too far, but I need her lubed and ready for Deion.

I give her a slow and steady stretch, fingers pressing against the perimeter at different angles, working the hole, opening her pussy for Big Black Cock. She adapts, but she's still tight. Deion's going to have to go slow.

I pull out, switch to one finger so she can relax and climax. It glides easier, and her moan tells me it’s better. I curl it, press into the spongy front wall and **** her G-spot. She jolts. “Uh! Oh, fuck...”

I keep the rhythm steady, short strokes, licking her clit in time. Her body reacts instantly with rocking hips, breath hitching, . “That’s it… good girl,” I murmur. “Let it build.”

She’s climbing fast. Feet plant on the mattress, knees draw up, then flatten again, writhing with newfound pleasure. “It’s… it’s good,” she pants. “What’s happening…?”

“Come hard, Claire. Make noise. Push out. Let it all go.”

Her hand is on Deion’s cock; he gently removes it so she can focus. I speed up, fingertip hammering that spot. I flick my tongue across her clit again as she nears. She moans louder, body tensing.

"Uhhhhhh!" The orgasm hits hard, her pussy muscles clamping my single finger like a vice, thighs shaking, back arching. Warmth gushes with her clenching release, spreading wetness down my hand, her cries sharp and unrestrained.

Claire did her part and didn't hold back. She went with it and pushed. If I'd used two fingers in her G-spot, she'd have drenched the bed.

“Oh wow,” she gasps when it finally fades. “Holy shit. Tanner, thank you. That was the best one I've had I think.”

I slide my finger out slowly, kiss her inner thigh. She’s glowing, limp, and smiling.

Deion chuckles beside her. “Like I said, he’s pretty good at that.”

"I think I need to pee," Claire says. "Lord, I don't know what you did to me, but I thought I was going to burst."

We laugh as Claire storms into the bathroom.

Claire's pussy is ready: