I want Shoshannah in her bedroom

“That’s easy,” I tell Shoshannah. “I want to fuck you in your own room, in your own bed.”

Her face lights up at that. “Ooooooh, Andrew,” she coos, “I like the way you think.” Then, reflectively: “You know, I’ve never had sex in that room.” I give her a startled look, and she nods. “I’ve never really thought about it, and I’m not sure why, but it is rather odd. I’ve fucked boys in my dorm room, but before I left for college, when I had sex with my boyfriend, it just always happened to be somewhere else. My bed and my bedroom have only ever been mine.”

I kiss Shoshannah long and hard, then say, “I’m going to change that.” She gets off my lap with a lustful grin, takes my hand to draw me to my feet, and leads me to her room.

Once inside, Shoshannah locks the door and then turns immediately to pull my shirt off. She undoes my belt and pulls down my pants and boxers, seizing my cockhead in her mouth as soon as it springs free from confinement. By the time they hit the floor, she’s bobbing her head up and down on my shaft, deepthroating me with great enthusiasm. Not wanting to disturb her, I don’t try to step out of my clothes. I lean back against the door, look into her eyes, and enjoy her hot, wet mouth and soft, tight throat.

When I start groaning, Shoshannah pulls off and stands up. “I’ve been wanting to do that since dinner,” she purrs.

“Have you?” I respond. “Here’s what I’ve been wanting to do since before dinner—since your mother started flirting with me, actually.” Shoshannah starts to roll her eyes, but her expression changes to a satisfied smirk as I quickly undo her blouse and fasten my lips on the upper slope of one of her breasts. Thank goodness for front-closure bras, I think, as I get hers open. I drop to my knees and kiss the underside of her huge melon, lifting up so I can lick and suck it all the way to the base. I enjoy the soft weight on my face as I fill my mouth with her supple titflesh. I lift the other tit in my palm and pinch its hard nub. She moans at my touch, and I pull and twist her nipple to turn up her volume.

Shoshannah moans even louder when I kiss my way up to her titbud and suck it into my mouth. “Fuck, Andrew, I love the way you love my girls. Pinch my nipples, suckle me—feast on my titties, baby. Squeeze them, rub them, touch them everywhere. Take them, lover, take them any way you want, they’re all yours.”

I murmur into her ample softness, “My pleasure, love. I could happily do this for hours. There’s nothing better than your big sexy tits, except your tight little pussy.”

Shoshannah hums in pleasure, then grabs the hand that’s squeezing her ass and moves it around to rest in her soft blond bush. “You can have both, you know,” she says in a sultry voice. “Make me purr, stud. Pet me nicely and make me purr.”

I smile around her long, thick nipple, then suck it deep into my mouth, taking in as much of her sweet titflesh as I can. I apply a little pressure with my teeth and run my tongue all over my mouthful of breast. My fingers slip into her well-lubricated quim to caress and squeeze her inner lips. Shoshannah holds my head to her chest and strokes my hair as she quivers against me. “I love you, Andrew,” she moans. “You take such good fucking care of me . . . ohhh, lover, you do me so right . . . rub my clit, baby, suck my nipples—ahhh!” She gasps when I shift to rapidly suckling her stiff peak, scraping it between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue; I flick the other one twice with my middle finger, then pinch it hard and roll it in my fingertips. “Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuck, lover,” she gasps, her voice high and breathy, “you do me so fucking right, make me feel so fucking good—no one ever made me feel so good before—I want you so bad, you make me so fucking horny, so fucking horny for you—”

I slip two fingers into her fuckhole and start lightly stroking her G-spot; Shoshannah briefly loses the power of speech. I tease her big, quivering clit with my thumb and pull my mouth off her nipple to ask, “Do I make you feel like the sexiest woman alive, baby?”

Looking up at her, I can see her flush, the pleasure on her face infused with a sense of wonder. “You make me feel so fucking sexy, lover—so desired—so loved—” she whispers. I start fingerfucking her and rubbing her clit, and she loses her breath for a moment.

“Good,” I say quietly, “because you are the sexiest woman alive, and it’s a privilege to make you cum.” I suck her nipple back into my mouth and give it a sharp nip, and that sends her over the edge. Shoshannah arches her back, thrusting her pussy forward and her hips out, and screams at the top of her lungs. Her cunt grips my fingers like it never wants to let them go; her body trembles and quakes. I take my hand from her tit and throw it around her, pulling her tightly to my head, to help keep her from falling; she clutches my head like a drowning woman as passion wracks her body and fires her nerves.

Just as Shoshannah’s body starts to calm, an answering orgasmic scream rings out faintly from somewhere else in the house. I freeze, and for a moment, so does she—then she bursts out laughing. After a moment, I realize the meaning of her laughter, and I laugh with her. “Wow,” she mutters shakily. “I guess my parents heard me.” Her grin starts out shaky, but quickly grows smug. “Sounds like they enjoyed it.”