Scarlett teaches me a new trick

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.

She makes a small sound and turns to me. “Lie down on the floor with your calves up on the bed, Mr. Harrison—I want to show you something I think you’ll really like.”

I’m curious, but willing to play along. “Let me just pull back the sheets first,” I say. I pull them back, then get in position, lying perpendicular to the bed with my feet resting on the fitted sheet.

Scarlett kneels beside me. “Mmmmm, good, that’s a nice high bed.” She wanks my cock slowly a couple times; I look down to see it pointing straight out toward me like a cannon through a gunport. She looks at it too, and smiles hungrily, then straddles my hips, lines herself up—and falls forward onto her hands. Suddenly, my face is gloriously full of her succulent melons.

This must be the best obstructed-view seat in history. I can’t resist—I grab one in each hand and start rubbing them all over my face. “Ooooooh, yeah, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett moans, “play with my boobs. Play with my boobies—do whatever you want, do anything you want . . . You love my big boobies, don’t you? You make them feel so good . . .”

“I love them, baby girl,” I say huskily. “They’re soft and firm and perfectly shaped . . .” I lick one of Scarlett’s nipples, making her mewl. “. . . and delicious.” I capture one of her sweet pink nubs and pinch it, rolling it against my thumb, and feed myself the other one. With my mouth open, I lick all over it and tease the tip with the tip of my tongue; then I lock my lips around it and suck. It’s good to have my hands full to overflowing with a woman’s tits again.

“Love my boobies, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett moans. “Love my big boobies . . . Suckle me—pinch my nipple—enjoy them—so good . . .” Suddenly she twitches, apparently remembering why we’re in this position. She reaches back between her legs to grab my cock, then rocks her hips backward, impaling herself on my spear. I groan softly as her tight, wet fuckhole swallows my knob.

“You’re big, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett says breathily. “Your big cock is stretching my pussy so fucking good . . .” She rocks slowly back and forth, fucking just my knob at first, taking me a little deeper each time. I release her heavy globes to watch them swing with her motion, then put my hands up so they caress my palms and fingertips; then I cup them from behind, stroking their undersides and holding them in place while she moves. I slide my hands down beneath them, letting their stiff pink points trace lines on my palms, then lift, taking some of their weight. I press my fingers into her supple flesh, enjoying its springiness as I fondle her, then run my hands lightly around them to set them swinging in circles.

Scarlett giggles to watch me. “You’re so cute, Mr. Harrison,” she coos. “It’s fun to watch you playing with my boobs—ahh!” (I cupped them in my hands with the nipples between my fingers and squeezed her tits, making sure to pinch their quivering buds between my knuckles.) “Naughty boy . . .” she breathes. “No one’s ever made my boobs feel so good before . . .” Our hips meet and she gasps; I can feel the end of her cunt stretching around my knob as it sockets into her posterior fornix. A small orgasm roils her, and she stops; I pull and twist both nipples, and she lets out a soft shriek with the abrupt intensification of her climax. “So good to be so full,” she moans. “I love your big mommy-maker—you fill me so fucking full . . . Play with my boobs, Harrison—suckle them—pinch my nipples—it all feels so much better stuffed full of your cock . . .”

Before long, Scarlett starts moving again, fucking my dick at a steady pace. I grab her ass with both hands and let her heavy melons swing freely around my face. “Yeah—yeah—grab my ass, Mr. Harrison,” she breathes. “Squeeze my round ass—it wants love too, not just my big boobies. You like my ass, Mr. Harrison?”

“I love it, baby girl,” I assure her. “It’s round and firm and flawless—I bet you can bounce it like a hot little slut.”

“Ooooooh, yeah, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett purrs in delight. “I’ll have to show you sometime.” She fucks me harder and faster, setting her tits dancing more energetically. I turn to kiss first one, then the other as they swing past, then capture one hard pink tip with lips and teeth and hold it fast to lick and suckle it. “Yeah—yeah—yeah—” she pants. “Just like that—suck my nipple just like that—oooooh, Mr. Harrison, squeeze my ass, squeeze my big ass. Feel me fucking your big, thick cock with my tight little teen cunt.” She starts flexing her hips as she pumps me, pumping her ass up and down. I can feel her muscles move and shift under my hands, and I can feel the friction on my prick change as she changes the angle of penetration.

I drop one hand from Scarlett’s ass to diddle her clit. She gasps and slams her hips backward, then again, and again, fucking me with wild abandon. “Fuck that fucking cock—” she pants. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck . . . So fucking good—long—hard—thick . . . Fuck that pussy—fuck that cunt—deep—hard—fuck—fuck—fuck . . .” I manage to keep my fingers on her button, though at some points that’s all I can do. It takes effort to keep her tit in my mouth, too, sucking hard and gripping it with my teeth while I curl my tongue around its sweet nub; the other tit slews crazily around, gloriously buffeting the side of my head.

I release my prisoner and raise my head between Scarlett’s wildly-swinging globes, feeling their supple weight softly battering my face, then capture the other one and suck its nipple deep into my mouth. I withdraw my hand from her quim, grab her hips with both hands, and begin thrusting myself. We find a rhythm quickly. I pound her cunt as she slams back into me; our bodies are coming together with a speed and **** I’ve never known before, and I think I might be fucking her deeper than I’ve ever fucked any other woman. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—” she gasps. “Fuck me, Mr. Harrison—fuck that pussy—pound that cunt—slutty little cunt—tight little pussy—big fucking cock—so fucking good—so fucking close—don’t stop—don’t stop—more—more—more—cum in my pussy—fill my pussy—flood that little cunt—make me cum—make me cum—so close—so close—so close—make me cum—”

I suckle her nipple hard and fast, nipping it lightly and lashing it with my tongue, and fuck her as hard and fast as I can; then Scarlett screams at the top of her lungs and slams herself into me so hard, it feels like she wants to fuse with me at the hips. Her body detonates around me in a titanic orgasm, her cunt walls squeezing my prick in a silken vise. My balls erupt in response; my climax slashes through me like a sandstorm, stripping away all ability to think, overwhelming me with sensation.

When our muscles ease, I drop my hips and Scarlett drops with me, collapsing on top of me with a deep, blissful sigh. I hold her close, she embraces my neck, and we cuddle on the floor as my prick deflates out of her well-fucked pussy.