Lick her

I finally surrendered myself to the fact that I was having the best night of my life and buried my face in her crotch. I started to gently lick her battered little pussy, taking special care of the inflamed and sensitive labia. When Nat felt my first advances into her vagina, she paused for a moment; then, I felt her whole body relax as she wrapped her arms and legs even more tightly around me. As I caressed her wrecked cunt and asshole with my tongue, I heard her moans -- or rather felt them as vibrations around the base of my cock. We started moving rhythmically, our heads moving in and out of one another's crotches and our bodies pulsating against one another. As I licked her, I could taste the cum of Mason and his buddies that came drooling out of her. I was accustomed to this; after all, using a girl that hadn't been used by at least one other guy in the past hours was exceedingly rare, so you just got used to getting in contact with other guys' jizz. After all, girls had to put up with everyone else's cum all the time, so there was no reason to whine about it. However, this night, the other guys' cum took on a different, sweeter taste in my head, because I knew that it was a product of simple horniness, whereas I was currently experiencing romantic, loving, tender sex, which made all those meaningless sexual encounters Nat had had with those other guys pale in comparison. It tasted of pure bliss.

I could have spent the rest of my life like this, lodged in Natalie's throat with my face buried in her pussy. But after some indefinite amount of time -- my sense of time had gone utterly out the window -- I felt both of us reaching climax. Natalie's breathing was becoming more shallow and more rushed, and she was moving my penis in and out of her throat more and more quickly as her legs squeezed around my neck more and more tightly. I responded in turn by intensifying my treatment of her vagina and asshole until finally she started twitching and shivering in orgasmic exaltation. This, in turn, was enough to bring me over the edge and I started shooting buckets of cum down her throat to join the gallons that were presumably already waiting in her stomach. Both of us convulsed in the throes of orgasm for a few moments until we finally came to a sweaty, panting, spent rest. However, instead of getting up and carrying on with our lives as one usually did after a sexual encounter, we just lay there, still wrapped around one another, my limp dick still lodged in her throat, my face resting on her drooling pussy.

--

I remember only bits and pieces of the rest of the night; at one point, I got up, pulled out of her mouth, turned around and snuggled into the couch next to her. She was already half asleep by then, but she wriggled to the side to make room for me, wrapped herself around me again and buried her face in my neck. After hours of just staring at her sleeping, cum-covered form, I finally fell asleep as well.

--

When I awoke, I got a brief, sharp shock. I was alone on the couch. Had she left without saying anything? Had I misinterpreted the situation yesterday? Had I come on too strong and creeped her out? But then, I heard clattering from the kitchen and muffled cursing. Getting up, I hurried into the kitchen, where I found Natalie, totally naked and freshly showered, my cocoa tin in one hand, a small pile of cocoa powder on the floor in front of her and an apologetic smirk on her face.

"I wanted to surprise you and thank you for yesterday. Do you have any more cocoa?"