Spirit of 69

Rachel turns herself around on top of me, lowering her drenched, somewhat reddened pussy to my mouth and taking my cockhead in hers. She licks all around it, letting her tongue play over my mushroom, then says in some surprise, “You taste good—salty and sweet.” After a moment she adds shyly, “If you want to cum in my mouth—I’ll try it.” Instead of answering with words, I bury my nose in her quim and suck her clit into my mouth. She lets out a long, shuddering, sensual moan, then wraps her lips around my cockhead and sucks hard. I suckle her pearl like a nipple, and she starts bobbing up and down on my shaft; then I lock my lips on her button, flicker my tongue over it, and suck it like I’m trying to suck a watermelon through a straw.

Rachel makes a strangled noise, her girl-cum begins flooding my face, and her back starts to arch. She seals her lips around my mushroom, sucks as hard as she can, and pulls up. The sudden change in sensation, combined with the stimulation of watching her cum, sends me off with a roar. I buck my hips hard into her face, driving my cock toward the back of her throat, and my first huge blast of cum sprays into her mouth. She makes a **** noise, but gamely hangs on, swallows, and keeps sucking even as her own climax shakes her like a storm on the ocean.

Once we’ve both calmed down a bit, Rachel grabs a tissue—she swallowed a lot of my load, but couldn’t manage anything like all of it, and it’s all over her face. She cleans herself off, then straddles my hips and lies down on top of me. We kiss deeply, my pussy-flavored tongue invading and plundering her cock-flavored mouth. She rubs her quim lustfully along my half-erect prick, moaning with pleasure when I begin to rise again.

“I’ve waited too long,” she says huskily. “I need your cock in my pussy. I need it, desperately. Tell me how you want to take me. Tell me how you want to make me a woman at last—how you want to make me your woman.”