Let her keep sucking me

“Mmmmmmm,” Scarlett purrs, “you taste good. I love the taste of a good cock.” She lets go of my shaft and grabs her tit, pinching and pulling her nipple. Eyes locked onto mine, she sticks her tongue out . . . and out . . . and out . . . It’s the longest tongue I’ve ever seen, either in person or on screen. From the way she spirals it around my prick, it’s also the most flexible. She’s even able to bob her head up and down and fuck me with just her tongue. I don’t know how she learned to do that, or how much practice she must have had . . . I don’t care, either. She pulls off, giving my cockhead a quick lick all the way around, and coos, “After all that time practicing on boy cocks, I finally get a big thick beautiful man cock.” Her eyes sparkle with lust at my groan. “Do you like that, Mr. Harrison? Do you like having your daughter’s friend down on her knees worshiping your cock? Do you like having her tongue wrapped around your fuckstick?”

“You’re a hungry little cocksucker, aren’t you?” I ask roughly. Scarlett nods eagerly and dives back on. She lets go of her tit so she can fondle my balls. She plants little kisses all over my knob with her full pink lips, caressing it and applying just a little bit of suction. When she gets to the tip, her lips part and she delicately licks the hole, just brushing it and teasing it with a bit of pink tongue. I groan; she makes a small sound of pleasure and opens her mouth, taking in just a bit of my glans. Her tongue extends to lick up and down the groove on the underside, then further to stroke my shaft. She slowly pushes her head down, her lips sliding down the slope of my mushroom, until she has all of it in her mouth. She pulls in her tongue to trace the ridge at the base; that lets her get a good seal on my shaft so she can suck my cockhead like a lollipop. “Fuck, you’re good,” I moan.

Scarlett’s eyes glow with pleasure, and the hand in her snatch works faster. She pulls her head off mine with a slurp and starts kissing up and down my shaft, caressing it hungrily with her lips. “Such a fucking beautiful cock,” she murmurs. “It’s all thick, and veiny, and powerful . . .” She ducks down and starts wanking me with her hand, freeing my ball sack for her mouth. She licks it all over with that amazing tongue, then captures one ball with her lips and sucks on it gently. She rolls it around in her mouth, then does the same to the other one, licking it all over as she sucks on it. Then she opens wide and sucks them both in, pulling on them and painting them with her tongue. I try to say something, but all that comes out are groans and variations on the word “fuck.” Finally she pulls on them until they leave her mouth with a lewd plop. “And has nice big balls, all full of sweet, salty cum, all for me,” she breathes.

Scarlett shifts around on her knees, pulling the hand out of her pussy to cup my wet ball sack and frigging herself with the other one. “Now for the coup de grâce,” she purrs. “It’s amazing what you can do with no gag reflex, if you breathe through your nose.” Before my pleasure-addled brain can quite work through this, she abruptly deepthroats me, swallowing my prick until her nose is in my pubic hair. She extends her tongue to lick my balls as she fondles them; she swallows once, twice, three times, squeezing my cockhead with her wet, pussy-soft throat. She pulls off, leaving me moaning at the cold air on my wet dick. “Now, Mr. Harrison, fuck my face. Don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl, I can take it.” Her voice suddenly smoky with lust, she adds, “In fact, I fucking love it.”

I grab Scarlett’s head with both hands as she returns her mouth to my prick, then thrust with my hips. It takes a couple thrusts to establish a good rhythm, but soon I’m fucking her mouth with long, vigorous strokes. The drain-clogging noises she makes sound uncomfortable, but her eyes are shining and her fingers are clearly working furiously in her twat. The way she works my cock with her throat with each thrust feels incredible—better than almost any pussy I’ve ever felt. Maybe better than any pussy, even. It’s not long before I can feel my balls start to boil.

“I’m close,” I grunt. Scarlett makes affirming noises, so I let myself erupt. I hold her head hard and thrust my cock as far down her throat as I can go; my balls boil over, hosing her down with cum, as ecstasy blows my circuits and overwhelms my senses. I see stars and strange lights, and I swear I hear angels singing. Through an orgasmic haze, I realize that the combination of my climax and her own busy fingers have brought her to her own climax. Her face still impaled on my still-firing cum cannon, she shakes and trembles on her knees before me, her eyes leaking tears.

When sensitivity fades, I pull out; my deflating prick leaves her throat with a gurgle as her muscles clench at it, trying to keep it. Just that sensation is enough to start me hardening again. I sit heavily on the sofa and lean back, feeling a little dazed. Scarlett looks up at me from her knees and whispers, “So fucking good . . .” Then, a little louder: “I so get off on that.”

“I noticed,” I say dryly, managing a faint grin.

Scarlett giggles naughtily and says, “Thank you for fucking my face, Mr. Harrison. I love it and I don’t get it very much. Most of those boys are too clumsy, or too shy.”

“I’ll be happy to oblige you any time you want,” I tell her; her face glows with lust. “But right now . . .”