She tells me to finish off Alyssa

“It was ungentlemanly of you to leave Pledge Summers hanging like that, Mr. Lane,” Shar purrs. I tense in irritation, but say nothing. “I won’t let boys treat my girls that way. You must finish what you started. But first—

“Pledge Summers, give Mr. Lane a nice long kiss to thank him for his efforts,” Shar commands.

Alyssa looks unhappy—not at kissing me, I’m sure, but at the order and the circumstances—and I expect her to argue, but she doesn’t. She rolls up on one elbow, and I roll up to face her, and she kisses me deeply. She’s a little stiff at first, but I stroke her face, hair, and shoulders, and it isn’t long before she relaxes into me. Her eyes are full of unreadable emotion as we break off, but I think part of it is gratitude.

“Now, Mr. Lane, you have something to finish. However, before you begin, those boxers are soaked. Take them off so they can be washed.” I’m still looking at Alyssa as Shar says this. Part of me is mortified, but—at this point, is that sort of modesty reaction reasonable. I can see Alyssa begging me with her eyes to go along with it, so I shrug, roll onto my back, and pull them off. I’m hard as steel at this point, and as long as I’ve ever been. The look of naked raw hunger on Shar’s face as she stares at my spear sends a bolt of lust through me like I’ve never experienced. “Well, well, well,” she murmurs. Then I catch the same look on Alyssa’s face, and my experience of a moment before is immediately topped.

I arrange myself between Alyssa’s legs, highly conscious of the friction between my exposed cock and the towel. I’m pleased to find her pussy still flushed with arousal and dripping wet; I suppose she must have been fingering herself while I went down on Shar. “Eat my pussy, Andrew!” she begs. “I’m so fucking horny—eat me out and make me cum all over your face!” I start lightly circling her eager lovebutton with a single wet finger while I trace the curves of her twat with my tongue. I lick her from fuckhole to clit without my tongue quite reaching either; I tease her clit with my finger, feathering it with just the lightest of strokes. Alyssa bucks her hips into my touch, trying to get more contact somewhere, but I don’t give in to her yet. When I suck one of her big inner lips into my mouth, tugging on it and running my tongue all over it, Alyssa gasps, “Don’t you fucking tease me, you fucking cuntlicker! You give me that fucking tongue—give me all of that tongue!”

I add a couple more fingers and twirl her clit between them while I plunge my tongue into Alyssa’s flowing cunt. I wiggle it around and dart it in and out, then start lapping at her G-spot. I grab a nipple with my other hand, pinching it, then pulling and twisting, and her moans grow louder. When I lightly pinch her clit and tug at it gently, she bursts out, “So fucking good, Andrew! Fuck my tight little pussy with your tongue! Eat that fucking cunt for dessert! Eat pussy, cuntlicker!”

I suck out as much of her juice as I can, then trade places in her twat. I try right off with two fingers in her cunt; it stretches her, and she gasps and bucks her hips, then gasps louder when I begin teasing her ridges. I take her clit in my mouth and start suckling it for all I’m worth, curling my tongue around it. She moans and writhes, calling my name. I take a good grip on her clit with my lips, suck hard, and pull back with my head, giving her nipple a hard pinch as I do, and she goes ballistic. She shoves my head into her pussy with both hands and clamps her thighs tightly over my ears. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!” she cries. “Fuck that cunt—suck my fucking clit! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh FUCK! That’s it, fucker, EAT my fucking clit! Give my cunt the fucking finger! YEAAAGGGHHH!”

I twirl my tongue around her clit and suck on her it like I’m trying to find the Tootsie Roll center; she holds my head into her pussy and grips my head hard with her thighs. I hum a random series of low notes and stroke her G-spot with a circular motion, and she bucks and trembles beneath me. “FUCK, Andrew!” Alyssa cries. “Ohhh, fuckfuckFUCK you suck my fucking clit so fucking good! Just like that, you fucking cuntlicker, make me cum all over your fucking face! Eat my fucking clit—finger my fucking cunt—I’m so fucking close! More, you fucker, more!”

I suckle her clit like my life depends on it and spank it with my tongue, matching the speed of my tongue with the speed of my fingers on her G-spot. Alyssa is writhing and heaving beneath me without ever unclamping her steel thighs, and yelling at the top of her lungs. “Right there—suck harder—don’t stop—harder, cuntsucker!—rightthere—don’t you fucking stop—so fucking close—sofuckingclose—sofucking—ohfuckohfuckohfuckI’mgonnacumohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohFUCK!” Alyssa bursts out in a shattering scream as her body convulses under me. She bucks her hips hard into my face and writhes like a flame in a breeze. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers hard enough to make my knuckles hurt.

Unconsciously, I’ve been rubbing myself against the towel as I’ve been feasting on Alyssa. To my surprise, her enthusiastic climax sends me over the edge. “I’m cumming!” I shout, and proceed to blast my load all over myself and the towel. Alyssa’s body releases; her legs unlock and she sinks back onto the bed, moaning as she realizes what just happened. She starts to say something, but a loud cry interrupts her, startling us both. We look over to see Shar in the throes of orgasm, having fingered herself to a climax while watching us.

Alyssa looks at me almost shyly and says, “Eating me out got you that turned on?”

Somewhat sheepishly, I say, “Yes.”

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”