Ania gets eaten out

Ania

Ania knew she had to have this young man.

It wasn’t just that he was handsome, tall, muscular, exotic, well-spoken, and spoken for; that he smelled like sex on legs; that he was everything she’d never gotten to try at his age. He was all that and more, but while his confident talk said one thing, the discount Korean groceries in his hands, tarnished three-series BMW, and crowded living situation said something else. She saw him for what he really was: a young man living well beneath his accustomed station, schmoozing his way around with nothing but his charms, practically begging her to take pity on him.

That unique combination had gotten her truly hot and bothered, and there was no way she would allow this opportunity to slip through her fingers.

Ania used every trick in the book to maintain control of this rendezvous: she selected the time and location of their meeting, she took the upper hand immediately with that sign trick, she dressed to the nines, and she even wined and dined him. With one hand she dangled a very expensive prize before him, while the other held the threat of eviction over his head like a guillotine.

Ania should have had all the power, all the authority.

But she’d underestimated him.

That first kiss had robbed her of all propriety, all dignity, all sense of self-control. The taste of those lips had driven her feral, delirious with need, while his tongue attracted hers with an almost magnetic pull. She returned his kisses with more lust than she’d felt for any man, and every second they spent locked together only grew the fire within.

While she grabbed at his face like a lovesick teenager, Alkim slipped his nimble fingers under her clothes, pulled out her breasts, and felt her up at his leisure. Ania didn’t mind one bit: he was welcome to play for as long as he kissed her like this.

But he did stop.

Ania wasn’t prepared for that. She tried to get back to him, but he held her still, making her look foolish. She had to regain control of the situation. She regained some of her composure, she flirted, she performed a little striptease, she got him to kneel at the foot of her bed and kiss her right over her panties. Only then did she deign to take off her panties.

She set the pace and the order of the evening. Before she ever touched his cock, he was going to eat her out to completion. Only once she was satisfied would he be allowed to penetrate her.

It was all so clear in her head.

Then, he maneuvered her back onto the bed, forcefully spread out her legs, and, with his extraordinary tongue, ripped the first scream out of her.

It was like his kiss magnified a hundredfold. Everywhere it touched seemed to glow white hot, buzzing with feeling, and every flick of his tongue kept her on edge. She screamed again, and again, until her screams blended into one high-pitched whine, broken up only when she periodically gasped for breath.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, while her pussy seemed to pulse in sync with his licking. Her thick, muscular thighs clenched tightly around his head, locking him in, not willing to let him stop, while her hips sought out even more pleasure, bucking up from the mattress, grinding her pussy against his face.

Unperturbed by her vivacity, the stud held her down with one strong arm, while his free hand slithered around to her pussy, spread out her folds, and exposed her clit

Each lick that followed was like a lightning bolt to her brain, and the strikes never weakened. Ania couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. Her muscles seized up, her thighs squeezed his head like a nutcracker, while her hands clutched at the sheets with whitened knuckles, nails almost tearing through the high-thread cotton.

It took only a minute before she came in an explosion of pleasure, by far the most powerful orgasm of her entire life. It took a minute more before the pleasure dampened enough for her to think. When that incredible orgasm finally subsided, so did all the tension in her muscles, leaving her body as limp as a deboned fish.

Yet Alkim never relented, and all she could do was moan and twitch and beg for more. She couldn’t find the words to slow him down, and even if she could, she didn’t know that she would. She just lay there, legs propped up on his shoulders, arms flat at her sides, her control surrendered to his relentless, merciless tonguing. It was unfair, it was inhumane, it was like overdosing on orgasms. The human body was never meant to take this much pleasure, and Ania found herself on the edge of consciousness, riding a roller coaster without end.

Ania was her pussy now. Nothing else mattered.

She hardly even noticed when one of his hands went back to pawing at her breast, as though her nervous system had chosen to de-prioritize everything unrelated to getting eaten out. She lost all sense of time, and of how many times she’d cum from his mind-blowing, pussy-melting tongue work.

Then, without warning, Alkim’s tongue disappeared. He stood up at the edge of her bed, letting her legs fall limply from his shoulders to the mattress.

It was too abrupt an ending. Ania had no time to process it, her body couldn’t adjust so easily to the sudden absence of pleasure, and her hands instinctively shot between her thighs, flicking at her clit, rubbing what remained of his wonderful mouth into her pussy. That was better than nothing, yet it was hardly a fraction of what he’d made her feel just seconds before.

“Nooooo… p-please… … don’t stop…” she pleaded pitifully, thrusting her hips into the air, begging for him to come back. She’d forgotten the concept of dignity somewhere around her tenth orgasm.

He moved closer to the bed, and Ania’s hopes returned, but the young stud had something else in mind.

Oh my…

Two defined pecs and six strong abs greeted her boldly. A thin line of black hair ran from a patch on his chest down his midline, yet compared to her husband’s apish fur coat, this ethnically ambiguous young man seemed smooth as a dolphin. Alkim was every bit as cut and trim as she’d imagined, completely unlike the pot-bellied geezer she was shackled to. Ania welcomed the contrast and continued touching herself as she watched him.

The stud’s hands grabbed at his belt buckle. Ania’s gaze followed, tracing down the lines of his adonis belt, then snagged on the tenting fabric just below. He undid the belt and dropped his pants without ceremony, now down to just his underwear.

Ania could tell this was going to be a big cock, much bigger than her husband’s. Her self-pleasuring intensified. All that pussy-eating had melted her mind so completely that she’d almost forgotten the goal of penetration altogether. Now, she couldn’t wait to see that hard cock, to feel it inside her.

“Yesss! Whip it oooouuuut!”

His thumbs hooked under the elastic band of his underwear, tugged down, and finally freed his cock.

Oh my!

It was uncut, dark, and easily twice the size of her pathetic husband’s prick in both length and thickness. Hell, even her contractor’s cock couldn’t compare to this stud’s bitchbreaker. All dicks were made for sex, but this one was purpose-built for fucking.

Alkim’s hand closed around the base and began jerking himself to full hardness. It didn’t grow much larger—mercifully, Ania wasn’t sure she could handle another inch—but now it was completely erect, with the crown hovering impressively above ninety degrees.

Now this is a real man’s dick! Hardens on demand, no Viagra required!

“Mmmm. Do you have protection?” she husked.

“Later.” He strode over to her head, pumping up and down with one hand. “First, I want you to return the favor.”

Ania frowned. She did not appreciate delays with either business, or pleasure, and this was supposed to be both; business for him, pleasure for her. Reciprocation was simply not part of the transaction, and she was not accustomed to giving out blowjobs.

The balls on this young man… my, oh my, those fucking BALLS!

Ania hadn’t noticed them at first, not with that monument to manhood in the way, but a set like his couldn’t stay hidden for long. As big as his cock was, those nuts still seemed disproportionately monstrous. They were in a league of their own, like two tennis balls stretching his sack to the limit, hardly any wrinkles to be found. The huge orbs kept getting jostled by the constant pumping from his hands, dangling and swinging with jaw-dropping momentum before they plapped back against his muscular thighs.

She couldn’t contain her amazement any longer. One hand started fingering her cunt faster, while the other reached out to cup those giant fucking bull’s balls. She felt the thin fuzz, the heat radiating into her palm. She gave them a little bounce with hand and was shocked at the density of these seed factories, and the way they overshadowed her wedding ring. She could feel his sack vibrating with masculine power, unlimited testosterone, and more than enough sperm to knock up the entire city twice over.

Jesus Christ! No wonder he’s soooo… manly… so fucking cocky. It’s a wonder he isn’t already a father…

Alkim hummed his approval. “You like?”

“So… so big…” Ania was fully entranced by the sight, by the weight of them in her hands.

The stud chuckled at her amazement. “Yes they are. Very big, and very, very active. Now, don’t you want to see what they can do?”

“Oh god, yes…”

“Then why don’t you just give that dick a little suck? All the K-town girls love the way it tastes; they just can’t seem to get enough of it.”

Ania doubted that very much; it sounded like a cheesy, arrogant line from a self-important womanizer. Yet the longer he kept jerking off in her face, the more of that enticing scent filled Ania’s airways, and the more she smelled him, the more her mouth started to water. Only when she found herself swallowing excess drool did she decide to put his boasting to the test.

“Fine, have it your way.” She moved over until her body was parallel to the edge of the mattress, her head just a few inches below that towering, dribbling cock. “But only because you did such an outstanding job eating me out…”

Alkim smirked and stopped jacking off. Ania moved in and inhaled deeply, finding the musky scent even more alluring up close.

Fuuuuck me, he could make candles out of this…

She kissed the head of his cock, getting that thick precum smeared all over her lipstick. She did that for a while, keeping her mouth shut as she laid little kisses around his glans, sniffing him the entire time.

He grunted above her, “Oh c’mon, that’s not the right way to taste it…” Without warning, the impatient stud rudely grabbed her hair.

She opened her mouth to complain, but he just exploited that opening and pulled her mouth over his shaft, slipping the first few inches past her lips in one sudden motion.

“Ahhhhhh,” he sighed in relief, “That’s much better. Thank you, Mrs. Davtyan.”

Prick!

Ania scowled up at him and was about to give the arrogant young man a piece of her mind when her tongue brushed past his slick cockhead.

Impossibly, every taste bud on Ania’s tongue activated at once, as if she’d just discovered a sixth kind of taste. She instinctively opened wider, taking more of the shaft into her mouth, licking his cockhead with increased hunger, and was immediately rewarded with a spray of fluid.

She could detect salt, sweetness, umami, and so much more beyond understanding. It was like the very essence of sex, purified, distilled, concentrated into a syrupy goodness. Ania didn’t know how anything produced by the human body could be so delectable, but her curiosity was overshadowed by lust. She eagerly swished the transparent fluid around, rinsing her entire mouth and coating every tastebud with his stuff before greedily swallowing it down.

At first she thought he’d already finished in her mouth after mere seconds; that all his bravado was a lie to cover for being a disappointing quick shot. Indeed, she might have been quite disappointed, if the taste alone weren’t enough to make her pussy drip and tingle all by itself. Then, miraculously, she tasted more of the miracle liquid. Every few moments, his cock twitched and spurted another batch of precum into her mouth, and she drank it all down, humming and moaning as she begged for more. Each miniature load was the equivalent of a full day’s output from her husband or any of her prior affairs, but he never seemed to run out.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

Understatement of the century. “Heavenly” would have been more fitting, but Ania couldn’t bring herself to unlatch long enough to say it. It was all she could do to moan her answer around that shaft.

The stud must have sensed she no longer required handling and relaxed his grip on her hair.

She’d only intended to suck him a little, just some necessary foreplay before she got properly dicked down. Now, she never wanted to stop polishing that knob. She slurped shamelessly and continuously, like she could spend the rest of her life blowing this big, studly, perfect dick. Her head moved of its own accord, up and down, battering the back of her own mouth while her tongue lapped and lashed all around it. The hand she’d used to fondle his massive balls kept at its work, while the hand she’d used to play with herself had moved over to jerk the base of his cock.

She’d already stuffed more cock into her mouth than ever before, yet her mind wasn’t content to let that new record stand. Every bob of her head was a challenge to see how much deeper she could sink. But her enthusiasm for sword-swallowing quickly outpaced her skill level, and when the head punched into her throat, she almost retched with her lips just an inch from kissing his groin. Then, more of his precum shot into her throat, and the nausea vanished instantaneously, like she'd just mainlined Dramamine.

Only when the glint caught her eye did she notice that she’d never even taken off her wedding ring. That’s when Ania realized she wasn’t just giving Alkim a blowjob: she was engaged in pure, single-minded cock-worship.

The act of worship was itself an indescribable combination of intoxicating, refreshing, and focusing. Just as before, Ania lost her ability to hold time. She might have been blowing him for as little as five minutes or as long as an hour. Still, while she couldn’t count the minutes, she was certain more than enough time must have passed for her to grow tired of this, tired from relentless oral action. Yet, miraculously, her jaw never got sore, her lips never chafed, her salivary glands never ran dry. Every mini-gasm of his seemed to rejuvenate her, as though his extraordinary cock wouldn’t allow her to slow down or succumb to fatigue and discomfort.

Spit and precum bubbled out past the corner of Ania’s lips. Every breath she took was saturated in his musk, every thought in her brain turned towards maximizing pleasure, hers and his.

Alkim must have felt the same. No longer content to just stand there getting his dick sucked, he leaned over and started squeezing and slapping her ass. He seemed to enjoy the way it moved, and she loved whatever he did. But he wasn’t done playing with her.

Ania watched through half-lidded eyes as he wetted two fingers between his lips. She felt them slip between her thighs before both digits plunged into her exposed, gushing pussy.

“MMPPPHHH!” she tried to scream with her mouth full but only succeeded in sputtering around his thickness.

He pulled at her cunt with hooked fingers, and Ania's body curled up, not to protect itself, but to bring both of her holes closer to Alkim, so he could penetrate her more easily from both ends. The blowjob hadn’t brought her quite as much pleasure as the pussy eating, but the combination blowjob and finger-fucking were more than enough to take her over the edge in short order.

Ania came twice in that awkward, double-stuffed position: pussy clenching wildly around his fingers, while her mouth kept working the shaft, begging for his cum.

No wonder those girls let him move in! I bet he’s got them all on their knees drooling for him!

That “anyone” included herself didn’t seem to bother her anymore. She was dying to taste his climax and would stay locked in for as long as it took to get what she wanted.

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