Your meat in her mouth

Artemis kneels between your legs, giving you an excellent view of the cleavage between the two perky globes on her chest. She looks up at you desperately, frustratedly, silver tears slipping down porcelain cheeks.

“Holly, what’s wrong?” you ask, placing a hand comfortingly against the side of her head.

“I thought my first time with a man would be romantic,” she says, biting her lip ashamedly. You realise that, like her namesake, she’s a maiden.

“We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t -”

“No!” exclaims Artemis, her face suddenly hardening. “I want this, Michael. I need this. I -” her voice catches. “I can’t stand it any longer… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but please, oh god please give me your cock. Let me taste your cum again.”

You consider trying to talk it over with her more, but she looks so insistent, and the way she keeps biting her lip is so cute, and your cock is raging impatiently in your pants. With one quick motion you unbuckle your belt and allow your jeans to fall to the floor, your member swinging into place. Holly’s green eyes widen, her pupils dilating, and she compulsively leans forward to kiss it. You stand there in the rain as the beautiful virgin licks and mouths at your girth, her motions becoming hungrier by the second – but your own urges grow even faster. Holly wants to feel like she did in that street only one week ago, and you intend to make sure she does, but this time, without any artificial influence.

You bury your hands in the girl’s wet hair and push your glans between her pink lips. They have to stretch quite wide to accommodate your girth, but after a second they reach the apex, and you slide your entire head into her warm, wet mouth. You don’t stop there, slowly pushing her head further down your shaft, until she starts gagging. That doesn’t deter you, even as she braces her hands against your legs in a half-hearted effort to stop you from pushing deeper. Finally you find the right angle to slide down her throat, pushing past her feeble resistance. The gagging stops, replaced by the quieter sound of Holly **** on your monster. For several long seconds you hold her there, until you see tears filming over her eyes and finally release her, allowing her to inhale deeply through her nose. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she sucks deeply on the meat in her mouth, her expression relaxing into one of simple relief.

As wonderful as it feels just to sit in her small, soft mouth, you have other plans. Still grasping her head, you slowly begin to lift her further off until only your glans is held behind her lips, then push her back down towards the base of your shaft. It feels fucking phenomenal – you don’t even mind that much when Holly again gags as you enter her throat. Repeating and accelerating the motion, you begin to face-fuck the heroine, finding a steady rhythm as you slam her head up and down your length. Over the pattering of the raindrops, you hear her making a steady humming sound, a sound of genuine happiness, as her eyes stay closed in blissful acceptance.

You don’t know how long you face-fuck her for. Your clothes are completely and utterly soaked through, but you don’t give a damn, and Holly seems to be oblivious. The dark-haired girl’s humming grows steadily louder, and one of her hands snakes its way beneath her jeans to begin frantically rubbing. As you keep pounding into her head, you feel the rest of her body trembling as her orgasm rapidly approaches. Artemis’s emerald eyes flicker open, and she pats your thigh with her spare hand. Loathe to expose your cock to the cold afternoon air, you reluctantly pull out of her mouth, strings of drool and precum trailing behind your mast and dribbling onto her pointed chin.

“Your cum, Michael,” the virgin moans. “I need to taste your cum again.”

You nod shortly, and slam back into her mouth, to a muffled groan of satisfaction from Holly. This time, however, you really use her head like a fleshlight, pounding into her without restraint, her superhuman endurance allowing her to accommodate your breakneck speed and strength, her lithe body shaking like a ragdoll under your attack. She sucks, hard, and it’s enough to push you over the edge. You explode into Holly’s mouth, each powerful spurt rapidly filling her mouth. Her cheeks bulge, trying desperately to contain the cum that forces its way past the seal of her lips on your circumference, but it’s a futile effort. With one final grunt, you’re finished. Green eyes stare up at you with the same euphoria as would someone on a **** high. White fluid seeps from her nose.

You pull out of her mouth, and semen slops over her chin, her neck, and her chest. Holly frowns in concentration as she closes her lips for a second, before opening them again to proudly show you the fleshy cavern of her mouth, half-filled by your load, before she loudly swallows three, four, no – five times, and parts her lips once more to prove she has consumed every last drop of your delicious batter. You nod your approval, and she gives you a giddy smile, before collapsing against your leg and lovingly stroking the softening cock that hangs over her face.

“Was that enough to satisfy you, Holly?” you smirk, brushing a wet lock of hair away from her face.

“Fffffuuuuuck yes,” she grins drunkenly, moving on to fondling your balls.

“Come on,” you sigh, stepping back from her as you retrieve your jeans. “Let’s get you back inside.” Easily lifting the dozy young woman, you carry her back towards the house, and to her much-needed bed.