I feast on her pussy

Staring at Abby’s delicate little hot-pink slit determines me: I have to taste her. I dive in quickly and seize her inner lips with my mouth, splitting them with my tongue and pressing them against it with my teeth. “What—” she yelps, then, “ohhhh, Ben, fuuuuuck . . . you’re really—no one’s ever—ooooooh, that’s good . . .” I lap at her quim, enjoying the spicy musk of her pussy dew. I suck gently on her lips and scrape them lightly with my teeth as my tongue strokes their inner surfaces. “No wonder my mother—” she moans, then breaks off. No wonder her mother what? I can’t help asking myself, then set my curiosity aside. If I ever find out, it won’t be now. “This is the fucking best, Ben, you’re the fucking best . . .”

I suck first one of her inner lips and then the other deep into my mouth, licking each one all over and pulling on it, enjoying the sounds of Abby mewling and clenching the sheet in her fists. I shift myself from the side to between her thighs and fasten my lips around her pearl. I suck the whole area gently into my mouth, licking it all over and probing it with my tongue. “Ohhhhhh, Ben,” she groans. “So good . . . Eat me, baby . . . eat that pussy . . . suck my clit—suck my little clit—lick my button . . .” I grab one of her perfect breasts, kneading her springy flesh and pinching its stiff pink tip, and pierce her sex with two fingers. It’s not easy to get two in at once—she’s really tight—but I won’t settle for less. She gasps as I push them in, and squeaks when I start corkscrewing them in her hot little tunnel. “Fuck that’s good, that’s good, that’s so fucking good . . . you’re the fucking best, Ben, you’re so fucking good . . . eat that hot little snatch, baby, fuck me with your fingers—harder—harder—oooooh, yeah, squeeze my tit, pinch my nipple—yeah, fuck yeah, pull and twist, just like that, ohhhh Ben just like that . . .”

I stop thrusting with my fingers, leaving them palm-up, and curl them toward me, seeking her G-spot. I already know it’s not very prominent, but it’s very sensitive; when I find it, Abby gasps, “That’s it, that’s the spot, that’s my sweet spot—so good . . .” I rub it in time with my other hand pulling and twisting her nipple, and start suckling her pearl in rhythm with my hands. “This is all new, you’ve made sex all new, I’ve never felt like this before,” she moans. “Ben, oh fuck Ben, you make me feel like a virgin all over again . . . I’ve wanted you so long . . . you’ve got me so close . . . make me cum, baby, please make me cum . . . eat my little clit, finger my pussy, make me cum, don’t stop make me cum—make me cum on your fingers, make me cum on your face—so good so close don’t don’t don’t stop—”

I suck hard on Abby’s button like I’m trying to suck a watermelon through a straw and start humming the bass line to “Midnight Hour.” Her orgasm erupts like Vesuvius with a high, thin shriek. She writhes and thrashes under me, grinding her snatch into my face, and her tight young cunt goes crazy around my fingers, squeezing them in a very firm grip indeed. I keep sucking her clit and rubbing her G-spot as pleasure fires her nerves in wild abandon.

When she settles enough that I can pull my fingers out comfortably, I trade places in her quim. She squeals when I thumb her wet joystick, then gasps when I plump my tongue up round and plunge it as deep in her sweet creampot as my face will allow. “Ben!” she squeaks. “Did you—what—fuck, that’s hot!” I pump her honeypot with my tongue, knowing it won’t be long before my neck orders me to stop but wanting to make the most of it. I flick her button with my thumb, then pinch it lightly, and she mewls. “Ohhhhh, Ben, fuck that hungry little pussy with your sweet, sweet tongue—taste me—rub my button—rub me—eat me out, baby, eat me out right . . . fuck that’s good . . . oh fuck feed on me, swallow that teen pussy, eat me so hot and wet, feast on me, make me cum on your face . . .”

Feeling the warning buzz in my neck, I push my tongue as deep as it will go and flip it around into a roll, then suck hard, drinking Abby’s nectar straight from the source. She moans my name, then moans it louder when I start flexing my tongue in her box, stretching her elastic walls. I rub her clit faster, then pinch it again and tweak it. “Love my pussy, Ben,” she moans, “lick me out, eat me out from the inside—pinch my clit—rub my button—rub my little pink button . . . Fuck you’ve got me so hot, baby, so fucking horny . . . I’ve never been this hot, never been this high, it’s so much better than touching myself, so much better than any boy . . . Ben, you’re a fucking sex god—never felt this good before . . . your mouth is better than any cock I’ve had—how good will your cock be? I need you, Ben, need you, baby, I fucking need you—make me cum, make me cum, make that horny little pussy cum on your tongue, make me cum all over your face . . . I’m so close, baby, so close so close so close—don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—please, Ben, please—give me—everything—give me—make me—more—more—more—”

I flatten my tongue and use it to rasp Abby’s G-spot; I pinch her clit lightly and pull on her nipple. She bucks her hips into my face and screams as her climax blows through her like a sandstorm. Her pulsating honeypot squeezes and massages my tongue, spraying girl-cum into my greedy mouth. I tweak her nubbins and suck out her nectar as she shrieks and moans, writhing and thrashing under my ministrations.