I return the favor

“Now I get to return the favor,” I tell Kendra gleefully. I push her down onto the couch and spread her legs—one foot up on the back, one foot on the floor. I arrange myself between her thighs.

“Yeah,” she says doubtfully. “Dayna told me you—oooooooooooh . . . fuuuuuuuuuck . . .” I lap her nectar from her tiny pink gash. I split her small inner lips with my tongue. She tastes light and sweet and tangy, and she’s very, very wet. I lick her twat clean, then drink directly from her fountain. I put a thumb on her clit, hidden beneath its hood, and rub gently. Kendra grips my head hard with both hands. She moans and whimpers and makes various indescribable noises. She gasps when I probe her little hole with my tongue. I push it in; she gasps louder and starts mewling. I rub circles around her pearl, and she squeals in orgasm. Her body thrashes and wriggles, but she holds me tight to her sex. I guzzle her girl-cum, which pumps out around my tongue.

When the flow subsides, I pull my tongue out of Kendra’s tight little teenage cunt and push a finger in. She mewls at the invasion, and louder when I start rubbing her G-spot. To my surprise, it’s quite prominent and rough. I lick her clit; she gasps and cums around my finger. It’s a small, brief orgasm. I lick all around her button, then capture it with my lips and suckle it. She groans and bucks her hips.

I push a second finger in; Kendra squeals and cums again, harder and longer this time. The resistance is considerable—I can feel her walls pulled tight around my invading digits. I rub her G-spot and suckle her clit. She mewls and moans and wriggles and squirms. I suck hard on her clit and pull with my head, making her gasp and whimper. I start humming the bass riff to “Bring Down the Birds,” and she goes absolutely still and quiet. I can feel the tension in her muscles—and she shatters. She squeals loudly as her biggest climax yet trucks her like a runaway semi. I keep working her little pink gash as her orgasm erupts in my face.

When she can talk again, Kendra murmurs, “That was . . . wholly new. And utterly awesome. I’ll never fuck a guy again who won’t eat my pussy.”

“Makes sense to me,” I say.