Cum on, Eileen

“My turn,” says a beautiful soprano. I start in surprise, but I don’t need to look to know who it is—I’d recognize Eileen’s voice anywhere. I turn to move toward her and am surprised again to see intense arousal on her face. She’s really looking forward to this.

“OK, Eileen is next,” Alyssa confirms.

Eileen has her skirt flipped up and her legs spread as wide as her smile. I kneel between them and look into her face for a moment before dropping down to pussy level. She leans forward and murmurs into my ear, “I’m bi.” I manage to control another start of surprise, and she continues, “Mostly because nothing gets me off like being eaten out, and I’ve never found a boy who did it well, only other girls. Rock my world, Andrew.”

I grin. “Eileen, by the time I’m finished, you won’t know which way is up. If it weren’t for the two-orgasm limit, you wouldn’t be able to walk by the time I was done with you.” She smiles in lustful happiness and pushes my head down.

Eileen’s flawlessly-bare pussy is so silky-soft and smooth that it looks and feels for all the world as if it’s never known a razor. Her mound is puffy and inviting; I start by nuzzling it, which earns me a soft gasp. I caress it with my lips, then suck on it gently and paint it with the flat of my tongue. “Oooh, Andrew, that’s good,” she whispers.

I kiss my way down off the side of Eileen’s Venus mound, avoiding her slit, tracing the curves of her muscles around to her inner thigh. She squirms and giggles as I tease and explore her body with my mouth. She tenses up as I move toward her snatch, but I avoid it and shift over to the other leg. I stay close enough to her body that she can feel my warm breath on her most intimate parts, but I don’t quite touch her there. She bucks her hips, trying to get my mouth on her sex, but I evade her attempt and continue on to lick and suck the inside of her other thigh. She squirms around, then grabs my head with both hands and tries to pull me in.

I cooperate, sort of. I spread Eileen’s slit with my thumbs and let her pull me just close enough for my lips to brush hers. Her outer lips are small, but her inner lips are large and meaty, sticking well out of her snatch, and her clit is fairly long and thick. I puff on her lovebutton a couple times in quick succession; she mewls and goes limp, and her grip on my head loosens. I pull back to get a good look at her pussy. She’s a deep blushing pinkish-red, shading to more of an orange-red just at the edges of her lips; she looks rather like a ripe peach, with her prominent clit as the stem. She’s certainly juicy enough. I bend to stroke the centerline of her twat from hole to button with my nose, and it comes away dripping. I inhale deeply, savoring her fragrance, which is rich and sweet with a strong musky tang. When I look up, I meet her eyes, which are half-closed and smoldering. “You like that pussy, baby?” she asks throatily.

“I love your pussy, Eileen,” I tell her sincerely. Her eyes flash with pleasure. “It’s beautiful.” I give it a long lap from stem to stern with a broad flat tongue, and she gasps in three octaves. She tastes much like she smells, sweet and tangy with dark, musky overtones; it’s hard to describe in a way that sounds good, but she’s delightful. She looks back down at me, her eyes slightly unfocused, and I add, “And it tastes as good as it smells.”

I stick three fingers into her quim, gently squeezing her thick inner lips against my middle finger, and stroke up and down. Eileen mewls at my touch. When I follow one stroke by running my tongue down the edges of her labia minora, her mewling grows louder and more urgent. I pull them into my mouth, my tongue between them; I suck on them, licking along their length, and lightly chew on them a little. “More—more—more—” she pants. I grip them with my teeth and pull gently, making her keen softly. The fingers of one hand play distractedly in my hair, while the other hand is busy under her blouse.

I capture Eileen’s pearl with my wet fingers, circling it and feathering its tip. “Yes—yes—yes—” she moans urgently. “My clit—rub my clit—mmmm—oooooooh—that feels so good . . . Love your hands, your fingers—so sweet, baby—yes—yes—yes—more—more—more—” I tweak it a little, and she sings for me; I press down on the tip and wiggle it just a little, and she sings louder.

I release her inner lips, plump my tongue up round, and thrust it into Eileen’s honeypot. She gasps as I pump her several times with my tongue. “Ohhh, baby, I’ve never—no one’s ever—ooooooooh, that’s good,” she moans. The last time, I leave it in her cunt and roll it, then flex it repeatedly. “Aaaaaaaaaaaah,” she gasps. “What the fuck—how did you—what—so fucking good—lick that pussy right—more tongue—eat me good, baby, eat me good—” I start rubbing my tongue against the front wall of her cunt, finding the roughness of her G-spot, and her voice rises in both pitch and volume. “So close I’m so close,” she moans. “Driving me crazy—keep licking me, eat me out, make me cum, I’m so close, please make me cum, just don’t stop—don’t stop—don’t—”

I give Eileen’s joystick a soft squeeze, and she goes off like a Roman candle, bucking her hips into my face and squealing loudly like a baby vixen. She’s a full-out squirter, filling my mouth with her succulent girl-cum as her cunt clenches my tongue hard. I can feel her trembling and her heart pounding against me as I keep eating her through her orgasm.

Eileen cums and cums and cums; it even takes a long time for her to run out of breath. When I feel the last of her orgasm racing away down her nerves, I trade places in her sex, pushing my fingers into her molten depths and claiming her pearl with my lips. I suckle her happily, curling and flickering my tongue around her clit, and my fingers quickly find her G-spot. I spread them a little and rapidly rotate my wrist back and forth, and she goes ballistic. I decide not to count that as a full orgasm, as it recedes quickly; I don’t stop. “Suck my clit, baby—suck me—fuck my pussy—harder—fingers—” she pants.

I decide to give Eileen the big finish. I pull my fingers up for maximum friction on her G-spot and start pumping her cunt hard and fast. I suck on her pearl like I’m trying to suck it right out of her oyster and hum the bass riff from “Another One Bites the Dust,” and her climax blasts through her like a tornado. She arches her back and howls like a wolf in heat, and she tries very hard to bounce herself clean off the chair despite my face and hand buried in her sex. Her body fights me as pleasure overloads her circuits; her cunt is a roiling paroxysm around my fingers. I stop pistoning her in favor of massaging her G-spot, since that’s easier to do with the increased resistance. Once again, she keeps cumming for an amazingly long time.

I’m grateful someone thought to have the girls sitting on towels, because Eileen might have ruined that chair otherwise. I pull my fingers out of her honeypot and suck them off, then wipe them on what is now a very wet towel. It doesn’t get them much drier, but I’ll take what I can get. I gather myself to stand up; she opens her eyes and looks at me. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “I’m . . . dizzy.” I can’t help it—I start to laugh. Eileen gives me a wry, tilted grin and closes her eyes.