. . . it’s time to return the favor

“. . . come with me.” I push myself back up, then take Scarlett’s hand, draw her to her feet, and lead her to my bedroom. Fortunately, I changed all the sheets and had the house cleaned thoroughly before the party last weekend, and I always make the bed; it’s just a man’s bedroom now and has been for six years, but I do have my pride. I can tell from her body language when she walks through the door that she was expecting more of a stereotypical bachelor’s bedroom, and is pleased—and even a little aroused?—to find a well-decorated, well-kept room.

I turn to Scarlett and unzip her skirt, leaving her perfectly nude. “Pull the sheets back and lie on the bed,” I tell her. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.” She does as she’s told, quivering with anticipation. I take off my shirt and hang it on a peg, then get on all fours above her. I start with my lips on hers, kissing her gently but thoroughly. She responds hungrily, but I pull away enough to keep the kiss light. She grabs my prick with both hands and tries to pull me down into her; I murmur in her ear, “Not yet, baby girl.” I lick her ear delicately, then trail kisses along her jawline. I kiss the underside of her jaw, her throat, and around to the side of her neck, then down to the curve where it meets the shoulder. When I kiss her there, she trembles and shakes, so I give that area extra attention.

I plant kisses all along the clavicle to the notch where it meets the sternum, then down the valley between Scarlett’s gorgeous peaks. I sit back on my heels so I can take my hands off the bed; supporting a little weight on my elbows, I grab a tit with each hand and press them against my face, rubbing them against my cheeks and turning my head back and forth. I knead her big globes, pressing my fingers into their soft firmness and enjoying the feel of her silken skin, and let my mouth explore them in a leisurely way. I caress them with my lips and paint them with my tongue; I suck in mouthfuls of her supple titflesh, reveling in the softness. I kiss all the way around them, avoiding the areolae, nibbling occasionally, and maybe even leaving a hickey or two.

Long before I’m ready to move up Scarlett’s ample mounds to pleasure their hard little pink tips, she’s begging and pleading and trying to pull my head. When I finally latch on to a nipple and suck hard, I can feel a small orgasm roll over her. Man, she really got herself worked up. I suck her nipples deep, filling my mouth with tit, and lave them with my tongue; I stroke them with my lips, lick them, and flick them with my tongue. I suckle them fast and slow, and even scrape them with my teeth. Through it all, she moans encouragement. “Fuck,” she finally says, “you just spent more time sucking my boobs than the guys I’ve dated would spend fucking me.”

“Their loss,” I say, giving one stiff pink point a quick nip to make her mewl. “You can bolt a Big Mac and not notice it, but when you sit down to a perfectly-cooked porterhouse, you should take time to enjoy it. Breasts like yours—full, heavy, perfectly shaped, with perky nipples and flawless skin—should be savored. There’s very little better in this world than a perfect pair of big tits. When you’re lucky enough to have a pair to enjoy, why wouldn’t you want to enjoy them for as long as possible?”

By now, Scarlett’s face matches her name, but even through the blush, the lust on her face is clear. “You’re so fucking hot,” she finally says in a husky voice. “I wish I could have fucked you senseless years ago . . . Please fuck me now, Mr. Harrison. Please fuck my tight little teen pussy with your big thick cock—fuck me hard, pound me until I cum screaming your name.”

“Not yet, baby girl,” I say again. Scarlett moans in frustration.

I’m going to play this my own way, but I do make one concession to her horny impatience: rather than kissing my way down her torso and spending a little time teasing her belly button, I go right to her quim and dive in. Or at least, that’s the plan. Before I can quite get my lips on hers, Scarlett asks in an awed voice, “Are you going to eat my pussy?”

I look up into her wide eyes. “Of course, sexy girl. A good pussy, if kept clean, is one of this world’s great delicacies, and no two are alike. Any man who doesn’t eat pussy is depriving himself of much of the pleasure of sex.”

Scarlett’s eyes keep widening through this speech. “None of my boyfriends ever wanted to eat me,” she says quietly. “They said it was gross. Most of them wouldn’t do it; the ones who did just wanted to get it over with. I’ve never been eaten that I enjoyed.”

“Well, baby girl, your boyfriends were fools and dolts who deprived both you and themselves. You and I are both going to enjoy this very much.” With that, I bend my head, spread Scarlett’s large inner lips with my thumbs, take a deep breath, and start lapping at her juicy quim with a broad, flat tongue. She tastes like she smells, tart and floral and musky, like lemonade and rich perfume. She grabs her head with both hands and waves her feet in the air, moaning and whimpering. I trace her inner lips with my tongue, then suck one into my mouth and pull on it, nipping it gently.

When I tease her hot, wet hole with the tip of my tongue, Scarlett yelps. I plump it up round like a little dick—I don’t know anyone else who can do this, but I’ve always found it a blessing for eating pussy—and push it into her honeypot. “Oh, wow,” she breathes. “Fuck, yeah, fuck me with that tongue—ooooh, I like that.” I let go of her labia and reach one hand up to diddle her clit; the first touch triggers a small orgasm. When she can speak again, Scarlett moans, “Rub my clit, Mr. Harrison—eat my pussy—eat that sweet little teen pussy . . . Taste me, feed on me, show me how good it can be. Make me cum on your tongue, Mr. Harrison—make me cum all over your face—make me cum so hard I squirt . . .”

I flip my tongue from round to rolled, and she mewls wildly. I use my tongue as a sluice to suck out her girl-honey; Scarlett heaves a shuddering breath and cries out my name. I tweak her pearl lightly between two fingers and start flexing my rolled tongue against the walls of her cunt. “Fuck yeah, Mr. Harrison, that’s so fucking good,” she gasps. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, but—oooooh, fuck, just like that with your tongue, just like that with your sweet fucking tongue, that feels in—fucking—credible. Eat me out, play with my clit, press my little button and lick me out from inside—fuck you’re making me horny, making me so fucking hot . . . Make me cum, Mr. Harrison—please make me cum—I’m getting so close, don’t stop, I need to cum, keep eating me, make me cum all over your face . . .”

I flatten my tongue and curl it upward, feeling for Scarlett’s G-spot. When I find it, I start rasping it with the flat of my tongue. “Aaah, aaaahh, aaaaahhh—” she pants, her voice rising to a breaking point; when I give her clit a little pinch, she breaks with a shriek like a hunting falcon. Her climax fires her nerves; she writhes and trembles with the **** of it. I can feel her cunt clamping down, squeezing my tongue, then releasing it only to clamp down again.

When Scarlett relaxes, I trade places in her pussy, locking my lips on her little pearl and piercing her sex with two fingers. “Aaaaaaahhhhhh fuck!” she cries, “too much, too much, too much—don’t stop—don’t—aaaahhhhh!” I corkscrew her tunnel with my fingers and suckle her clit like a nipple; she bucks her hips and thrashes. “So good—suck my clit—lick it—fuck can’t take any more—don’t stop don’tstopdon’tfuckingstop—love your fingers—fuck that hot little pussy hard—pound those fingers—fuck I can’t—I can’t—ohhhhh, Mr. Harrison, you’re so good—that feels so fucking crazy good, I’m so fucking crazy horny, so fucking crazy high—it’s too much, too fucking much, don’t stop, I can’t take it don’t stop, make me cum, make me fucking cum hard, need to cum or I’ll go crazy—make me—make me—fuck—fuck—fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!”

Scarlett lets out a tearing scream as her body explodes in her biggest orgasm yet. Her hotbox roils and spasms around my fingers, at times squeezing hard enough to hurt. She thrashes and twists and bucks her hips and rolls her head back and forth; her huge tits flop around wildly with the **** of her movement. I reach up with my free hand to see if I can do anything, and manage to catch both nipples at once with my outspread fingers, making her shriek.

When Scarlett’s eyes eventually flicker open, she looks at me and says huskily, “Best. Sex. Ever. Fuck that was good. You have a magic fucking mouth, Mr. Harrison—that was better than any cock I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to see what you do next.”