I dive in face first

I want to suck Rachel’s huge tits, but that will have to wait. I should have gone more slowly to give myself the chance. Right now, it’s time to eat her out. I push her back to the bed; she squeals in surprise and lust when I lift her up and flip her backward onto the mattress. Her legs fly up and out, spreading her delicious pussy wide for my feast. I drop to my knees and start French-kissing her lips, sucking them into my mouth and splitting them with my tongue. I lap up her tangy, spicy pussy dew with gusto, then capture one of her inner labia with my lips, suck hard, and pull gently. She mewls; her legs come down across my shoulders, her ankles crossing behind my back. “So good, Andrew,” she moans. “Yeah—yeah—so good—I love your mouth on my lips . . . Eat me, baby . . . Eat my sweet pussy—eat me good . . .”

I shift down a little to fasten my lips over the mouth of Rachel’s flowing honeypot and suck out her nectar, drinking greedily of her abundance. I reach a hand above my head to capture her pearl, squeezing lightly and circling it with my thumb and forefinger, then give her her favorite thing: I plump my tongue up round and penetrate her sex. I push it as deep as I can, then flatten and curl it and start flexing it against her tight walls. “Fuck, Andrew, that’s good, that’s good, you’re so fucking good to me . . . Give me that fucking tongue—lick me deep—eat me out from the inside—fuck, that tongue is amazing . . . Ohhh, fuck yeah, baby, just like that on my clit, rub my button just like that . . . Eat that little pussy, lover, feast on me . . . More—more—give me more—so good—you’re driving me so fucking wild . . .”

I press on the tip of Rachel’s joystick with my thumb and wiggle it; her moans grow louder, higher, and breathier in response. “So fucking horny—” she gasps. “Can’t take much more—so close—make me cum—gonna cum so fucking hard—eat that pussy—eat that little pussy make me cum all over your fucking face—don’t stop—don’t don’t don’t just don’t don’t stop—so so so close . . .” When I flex my tongue upward and rasp it hard against her G-spot, her climax breaks over her like a thunderstorm. She blows up in my face, bucking and writhing and bouncing her hips; her cunt seizes my tongue in a death grip, spraying my face with her girl-cum, and she throws her head back and screams, “Andrew!” She’s never done that before, I realize. I wonder what that means.

I ride out Rachel’s orgasm with my tongue in her spasming box, then trade places in her twat. I fuck her slowly with two fingers, pulling up to maximize friction on her ridges, and gently suckle her button. “More—more—more—harder—more—” she gasps. “Can’t—much more—cum quickly—pound that little pussy—suck me hard—make me cum—please, Andrew, make me cum, don’t tease me—need to cum again—need you . . .” Who am I to resist a lady when she begs? I start pumping her tunnel hard and fast, hearing her squelching around my driving fingers, suck on her pearl like I’m trying to drink a watermelon through a straw, and pull back with my head. Her voice rises and starts to break; when I start the bass riff to “The Chain,” it shatters into a jagged shriek as she cums even harder than the first time. Why the neighbors don’t call the police on us during these sessions, I don’t know.

When I can sit back, I gather Rachel’s girl-cum off my face with my fingers, then suck on them gleefully. Her eyes are still closed as she communes with her pussy. How should I play this?