Take her up the 69 steps

I stroke Scarlett’s face and say, “Let’s take this upstairs, baby girl. I don’t want you to stop, but I want to taste you, and 69ing will be much more comfortable in my bed.”

Scarlett sparkles with happiness. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I’ve always wanted to try that, but my boyfriends would never do it.”

“The more fools they,” I tell her. I stand, take her hand, and draw her to her feet. I unzip her skirt and let it drop; she flashes me a grin and turns to waggle her bare ass at me. “Will you come, my lady?” I ask grandly, gesturing to the stairs.

Scarlett beams at me. “Thank you, good sir,” she says graciously. I follow her sweet ass up the stairs.

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 Scarlett’s 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.

“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 with my head facing her feet.

Scarlett moistens a hand with my pre-cum, then wraps it around my pole and coos, “After all that time practicing on boy cocks, I finally get a big thick beautiful man cock to suck.” She draws my cockhead to her lips; I feel her tongue wrap around it—And how long is that tongue, anyway?—then extend further to curl around my shaft. It retreats to her mouth with a final flourish across the very tip of my prick. “Mmmmmmm,” she purrs, “you taste good. I love the taste of a good cock.” She captures it with her lips and sucks on it gently, teasing and stroking it with her tongue.

I bend my head to Scarlett’s quim and breathe deep, then take a good long lick from her clit toward her dripping hole. From behind and below, I hear her moan around my knob. Her aroma is tart and floral and musky, and her flavor matches it; she tastes like lemonade and rich perfume. I lap at her nectar, making her wriggle. She takes my cock out of her mouth for a moment to say breathily, “Fuck yeah, Mr. Harrison, eat my pussy . . . eat that sweet little teen pussy . . . Taste me . . . feed on me . . . drink my juices . . . show me how good it can be . . .” Then she returns to sucking vigorously on my cockhead while curling and coiling her tongue around my shaft. I groan and start licking around her love button, flicking the tip and probing her crevices, making her moan in turn. “Oooooh, Mr. Harrison,” I hear, “lick my clit, lick my little clit, more, more, more . . . so—fucking—good . . .”

Scarlett pulls me down by the cock so she can get more of me in her mouth. I push two fingers into her tight, slick heat, slowly pumping them in and out, and she bucks her hips into my face. I pump her a little faster and lock lips on her pearl, suckling it and teasing it with my tongue; she moans around my prick, then pulls me out to pant, “Eat my pussy, Mr. Harrison, your mouth feels so incredible . . . finger my slutty little teeny cunt—fuck me with your big man fingers . . . suck my—oooooooh, fuuuuuck, just like that, just like fucking that, so good on my little fucking button—suckle me, more, more, harder, take me in your mouth, taste me, give me that sweet tongue, more tongue, more, more, please Mr. Harrison, I need your mouth, need more, I need you . . .”

Scarlett takes me back in her mouth, and deeper, until I can feel my mushroom nestling at the opening of her throat. I curl my fingers back toward me and find her G-spot, then give her clit a light scrape with my teeth—and she goes off like a bomb. She gives a gargling scream around my cockhead, astonishingly loud under the circumstances, and her girl-cum froths and spurts around my hand as her tunnel squeezes my fingers in a pulsating rhythm. I keep rubbing her G-spot and suckling her clit as she presses her sweet pink flesh into my face.

“Wow,” Scarlett says shakily when her body clears. “Fuck, you do me so good . . . Now I want to show you what I can do. Fuck my face, Mr. Harrison,” she purrs, her voice gaining strength and confidence with every word. “Pound my tight little throat just like you want to pound my tight little pussy. Own my throat and make me a good little fucking slut. I can take it—I want it. In fact, I fucking love it.”

“You’re a wet dream come true, you sexy little minx,” I say huskily. She hums in pleasure.

“I’m your wet dream now, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett coos. “I’m your sexy little minx.” She sticks my shaft back in her mouth, then grabs my ass with her free hand and pulls. I get the point and push my cock into her throat. She takes me smoothly until I’m so deep, my balls are resting on her forehead. I stroke her G-spot and rapidly suckle her clit; she swallows hard, once, twice, three times, working my rod with her pussy-soft throat. Then she grabs my hips and quickly pushes them up then pulls them down. OK, sexy girl, if you want it . . . I start thrusting, fucking her mouth with long, vigorous strokes. The drain-clogging noises she makes sound uncomfortable, but the ease in her body and the way she’s kneading my ass suggest she’s enjoying herself. The way she works my cock with her throat with each thrust tells me she’s done this more than once; it feels incredible—better than almost any pussy I’ve ever felt. It’s not long before I feel my balls start to boil.

Time to send her over the edge, I tell myself. I start pumping my fingers hard and fast, pulling toward me for the greatest possible friction on Scarlett’s G-spot; I find myself fucking her throat harder and faster to match. I stop suckling and just go for maximum suction on her pearl, like I’m trying to suck it right out of her oyster. I can feel myself about to blow, and I’m pretty sure she is, too, so I pick up humming the bass riff to “Under Pressure.” Scarlett’s body convulses; her cunt goes into a rolling boil around my fingers, her throat spasms wildly around my dick, and she writhes and twists beneath me. I lose it at that point with a deep roar into her slick pink slit and erupt into her body, firing blast after blast of cum straight down her throat.

As soon as I can, I pull out of Scarlett’s face, flip myself around, and lie down next to her. Her spectacular chest is heaving with great, shuddering breaths; I can understand that, as I feel much the same and I didn’t have anything blocking my mouth. I wrap her up and she lays her head on my shoulder. “That was beautiful,” she murmurs, reaching down to play with my wet, deflated prick. She turns her head to kiss me, giving me plenty of tongue, then rolls on top and begins slowly twat-fucking me. I can feel my dick twitch and start to grow. “I need this monster in my teeny little pussy,” she coos. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you, Mr. Harrison? You’ll get all nice . . . and long . . . and hard . . . and thick . . . for me? So you can stuff my tight . . . hot . . . wet . . . hungry little teen pussy all full to bursting with your big sexy man-meat? Would you like that, Mr. Harrison? Would you like to pound me with your big fucking pussyhammer until I cum screaming all over you? Ooooooh, I can tell your cock likes it—it’s getting all big for me and everything.”