I let her take the lead

Scarlett slides down my chest in a daze, leaving a trail of pussy dew down the front of my shirt. Well, that one’s for the wash. I pull it off and fling it in the general direction of the laundry room, then embrace the trembling girl in my lap and hold her close. She buries her face in my shoulder and flings her arms around my neck, holding on for dear life. Her trembling eases, but instead of raising her head, she kisses all over the base of my neck. Finally, she pulls back and looks at me. “Wow,” she breathes. “Just—wow . . . I need more of that in my life . . .” Suddenly a wicked, if shaky, grin blooms on her face. “Except for the interrogation by **** part.” She swats me lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t you ever stop in the middle of eating my pussy again, do you hear me?”

I draw Scarlett’s head forward and give her a long, slow, passionate kiss. “I hope to have many, many opportunities to not stop eating your tasty pussy, baby girl.”

The combination of lustful grin and fiery blush that suddenly appears on her face is a new one to me, but I like it. “Good,” she says, only the slightest quaver marring her attempt at firmness. “Now, I think you need to be taught a lesson, you naughty boy.” She starts to shift, but whatever she’s doing is interrupted when her movement rubs her dripping slit along my steel-hard rod. Scarlett throws back her head and moans long and loud—and keeps rubbing herself against me. “Fuuuuuck, that’s a beautiful thick cock,” she breathes. “It feels so fucking good between my legs, Mr. Harrison . . . Does it feel good to have me rubbing my little pink slit up and down it, all . . . hot . . . and wet . . . ? Mmmmmmm, I bet your big cock would feel even better in my tight little teen pussy. If I could fit it all in there.” She looks at me in mock-innocence and coyly bats her eyelashes. “Do you think your big . . . hard . . . cock will fit in my tiny little pussy, Mr. Harrison?”

“You little fucking tease,” I growl. “I’ll make it fit. You want me to demonstrate?”

“Yes,” Scarlett breathes, her face a picture of desire. “But not—oooooh, fuuuuck, I love your big hunk of man-meat—not—just—yet . . .” With some ****, she swings herself off my lap and drops to her knees between my feet, looking up at me with hungry eyes. “First,” she purrs, “I want to see if it will fit in my mouth.”

Scarlett reaches out and cups her hand around my glans, caressing me with hemispherical motions. Once her hand is covered with pre-cum, she begins wanking my shaft and leans forward without breaking eye contact to give my knob a delicate lick. I moan, and my dick twitches hard in her grip, which makes her moan, too. Her free hand slips between her thighs as she closes her lips around me and sucks gently. I put a hand possessively on the back of her head.

“Oooooooh, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett coos, “you taste good. I love the taste of a good cock—especially when it has my pussy juice on it.” 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.

I groan at the pleasure Scarlett is giving me, and her eyes sparkle. She pulls off, giving my cockhead a quick lick all the way around, and asks huskily, “Does that please you, Mr. Harrison? Do you like having your daughter’s friend down on her knees worshiping your man-meat like a naughty little slut? Do you like having her slutty little tongue all over your big, thick cock?”

“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, baby girl, 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 says, her voice thick with lust. “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, it’s time for you to give me what I want,” Scarlett purrs. “Stand up so you can fuck my face.” I can hardly believe I’m hearing that, but I’m not going to argue: I stand up. “Don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl, I can take it.” Her voice turns husky when 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.

“But now we need to get you all nice and long . . . and hard . . . and thick . . .” Scarlett, dreamy-eyed, seems to lose her train of thought for a moment before continuing, “so we can see if my teeny-tiny pussy can take it.” She swings herself back up across my knees and goes back to twat-fucking my half-hard dick. “Nice and hard, nice and long and hard . . .” she purrs. “Get nice and long and hard and thick for my hungry little pussy. Nice and long and hard and thick to fuck me nice and long and hard. Mmmmmm, so fucking good, such a fucking beautiful cock . . .”

In what seems like no time at all, I am indeed nice and long and hard and thick. Scarlett stands up and takes my hand. “Come on, Mr. Harrison. Come take your baby girl to bed so you can fuck her brains out.” I stand and let her lead me upstairs.