Let Phoebe ride my face

The wobbling wood beneath my feet helps me decide. I say, “Let’s get off here before we fall and break our necks.”

I get down first and help steady Phoebe as she walks down the stack. I say, “That blowjob was great. I haven’t had head until completion since Monica and I were first dating and she was on her period.”

“Thanks. I don’t do it often. My husband usually wants more than a blowjob,” Phoebe says, taking hold of my hand and following me around the house.

I glance to the house where Ross is fucking his wife and Joey is fucking my wife. I don’t want to go in there right now. The fire is a mess of dying embers. I grab a couple logs and throw them in the pit. I ask Phoebe, “Are you cool doing it out here?”

“I’ll get my pussy eaten anywhere if the offer is given,” Phoebe strips off her yoga pants and tosses them next to her top on the grass. Unsurprisingly she isn’t wearing panties. But I’m surprised to see this mother of one completely bare of hair, her dark mound exposed to the night. She brings her hand between her legs, and spreads her lips. “Don’t chip your tooth on this.”

Metal at the top of her pussy flashes in the firelight. “You have a pierced pussy!? Holy shit! Did that hurt?”

She rolls her eyes, “Lay on the ground. I’m riding that pretty face.”

Shit. I’ve never interacted with a pierced vagina. What’s the etiquette? Can I suck and tug on it with my tongue? Stop worrying. Phoebe is the type of woman who will tell you if she doesn’t like something. She’s not going to fake pleasure for my sake.

I lay back on the grass. The fresh logs slowly catch fire. The stars fill the sky. Then Phoebe’s dark pussy covers my face. She wastes no time. Doesn’t bother to squat and hover above my face, waiting for my tongue to lash out. She sits with all the weight of her small body directly on my head.

My nose parts her lips and her scent fills me. My tongue follows and gives a taste to the scent. Her moan gives a sound to her pleasure. My tongue glides through her slick warm texture, feeling every ridge of her until he reaches her sweet little bean and the hard curved piercing jutting from it. I flick it tentatively.

“Oh god!”

I swirl my tongue around it, flicking it back and forth.

“Oh fuck Chandler!”

A gentle suck between my lips.

She stutters and grinds her face on me.

Looks like we’re all good to go.

I leave her sensitive clit and it’s tantalizing piercing alone for now. Don’t want to start with the grand finale. That has to be earned.

I lick and lap at her pussy as she grinds on me. My hands reach up and cup both her tits. I squeeze and massage them as she rides my face. She pushes my head into the ground: she’s riding me so roughly.

My shirt is drenched. My nose is filled with her arousal. She’s ready, and if she doesn’t get off me soon I’m going to suffocate.

I bring my mouth back to her clit piercing. I suck it in, and flick it with my tongue. I release it from my mouth. I slowly and rhythmically lap at it. Each lick crashes a wave of pleasure into Phoebe. I’m slowly going to drown her in an orgasm with steady unrelenting licks. My tongue draws the same delicate line around her clit, flicking the piercing each time.

Phoebe comes in the night air. Not with the loud erotic over-the-top screaming I predicted but with laughing. She orgasms and laughs. She giggling uncontrollably, and her body vibrates above me. She falls off me, clenching her stomach, still laughing like a maniac.

I exhale her arousal out of my nose, and just watch. Who would have thought this teasing mean woman would laugh during her greatest moments of release.

Finally Phoebe gets control of herself, and looks over at me, smiling wildly. “Holy shit Chandler! I can’t believe that just happened. My husband will never believe me.”

Confused I ask, “What won’t he believe?”

“Well my husband is insecure. He’s asked me if anyone has been a better fuck than him. I told him one guy made me come so hard that I turned into the joker and couldn’t stop laughing. He thought I made it up. I’ve never laughed when climaxing with him,” she keeps smiling at me. “You just joined a top tier. Do you know how many guys and gals I’ve been with? You just did something special.”

The proudest moment of my life. A certified slut said I was one of the best at giving head.

I try not to get a big head, “So do you want to end on that high note? Or do you want me to fuck you on the ground while it takes me forever to come again?”