A demonstration of his skill

Brett’s lips were warm as he pressed them lightly against yours. His tongue darted in between your lips and sent your heart racing. It beat even faster as he gently caressed your chest. His fingers rubbed the sides of your breasts while his thumbs worked the front of them. The soft moan that escaped your lips only encouraged him. He probed deeper with his tongue. You were no match for him in the wrestling match that soon started in your mouth…not that you would have complained even if you could. His hands slid down your sides. Deft fingers easily freed the bottom of your tee from your jeans.

Brett broke the embrace to pull the garment over your head. The moment it cleared your face, you pressed your lips to his. This time you probed his mouth with your tongue. You fared no better in the wrestling match this time than last time. You weren’t pinned long as the two of you worked to remove his sweater. After pulling his arms free, he pulled back so you could lift it over his head. The moment it was off, his mouth joined his hands on your breasts. With a casual ease, he popped first one of your tits free of your bra and then the other.

The way he worked your left nipple between his right thumb and index finger soon had that red nub rock hard. The way he massaged it sent waves of pleasure through your entire chest. You gasped.

What Brett did to your left teat was nothing to compared to what he did to your right one. The tongue that made short work of your tongue overwhelmed the flesh of your breast. You cried out from the pleasure. Your cries got even louder when he used his lips as well as his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his head to keep it pressed against your sensitive chest. You managed to hold on to it for maybe a minute before he pulled free to catch his breath. His heavy breathing was nothing compared to the way your chest was heaving. You barely had time to realized he had stopped before he started again on your left nipple. This time he used his teeth as well as his tongue and lips. After another minute, he switched back to your right tit.

Between Brett working your breasts and whatever he had put in Cindy’s flask, you were growing more and more aroused. There was already an undeniable dampness between your legs. His attention to your chest had your desire growing by leaps and bounds. You fumbled with the waistband of your jeans. Without the slightest break in the way he worked your tits, Brett’s hands joined yours about your waist.

Only when you felt a slight cool breeze against the sensitive folds of skin that made up your nether lips did it dawn on you that your panties were hanging about your left ankle. Any concerns or even thoughts about your panties disappeared when a well manicured finger traced the edge of your slit.

The way Brett moved his fingers in and about your loins proved to be an even greater distraction than the way his mouth had worked your breasts. Only when he paused did you realize his mouth had stopped working your breasts and had worked its way down your stomach. Only then did you realize how hard your chest was heaving, how fast your heart was beating. The dampness of the passage of his lips and tongue down your belly was nothing when compared to the dampness of your loins. There was no question you were highly aroused.

“OH MY GOD!” you shouted as Brett’s tongue joined his fingers in working your pussy. His tongue circled in and out of your nether lips while he probed your love canal with his middle finger. Your breath came as ragged gasps. Your heart raced and felt as if it were ready to burst as you felt your orgasm building.

“Please…” you whispered. Brett held you on the very edge of cumming for minute after minute. Just when you thought you could take no more, Brett’s tongue stopped atop your clit. He withdrew his finger from your vagina. Before you had a chance to react; Brett’s lips and teeth clamped down on your clit. They sucked and tugged at your hard nub. Three fingers were thrust deep into your pussy. It was too much. You screamed in ecstasy.

It was several minutes before your heart slowed. It was several minutes before your breathing steadied. Even then, you felt your arousal start to rise once again. Only when you felt his balls bounce against the sensitive skin of your labia for the third time did it occur to you that he had penetrated you. You felt your excitement grow as he slid his cock in and out slowly…very slowly. As your excitement grew, so did Brett’s pace. Soon his thrusts were coming hard and fast. You screamed as a second orgasm racked your body. Brett kept going. If anything you would have sworn his thrusts got even faster…deeper. Suddenly Brett tensed.

“GAAHH!” Brett shouted. He drove his cock so deep inside of you, you were sure his balls were halfway up your love canal. There was a warmth in your belly as he shot his load into your womb. His climax triggered a third mini-climax in you. Your cunt milked his cock for every drop of his cum. You lips tingled as he pressed his mouth against yours in a passionate kiss.

“Well?” Brett started breathlessly when he finally paused.

“Well what?” you asked. Your voice was low, throaty as you struggled to catch your own breath.

“Do I get to fuck Cindy’s brains out?”